can he just do my finals for me

minubell  asked:

Guess what >:3c


You made me scream when he finally found it, I was in tears, I literally though you would just leave him under the table with no hope and then you do that to me. I can`t even imagine what you planned but I can say one thing.

This hurt in such a good way, thank you so much Minu.

(The picture behind a picture made me burst out in laughter, that was pure gold, perfect use of reference ahhhh)

Thin Walls (Jaehyun x Reader)

Hey! Long time no see! It’s been a minute since I last posted something or filled a request, and the guilt of not doing so was slowly eating away at me lol I managed to throw this one together after forever and it took so long because I was struggling hard core on the actual smut. It’s just so difficult trying not to repeat a scene I’ve done previously in the exact same way, etc. But finals are coming up, and I’ll be trying my darndest to chip away at these requests as best as I can! Hope you all enjoy this one!!!

P.S. I miss his curly permed hair, it brought me so much joy :’) He just looks so soft and cuddly, bless his soul I love him so so much !!

Originally posted by oh-prankster

Moving to one of the biggest cities, you had your hopes high, but not too high. You knew it wasn’t a perfect place, with perfect people who had perfect lives and perfect apartments. There were the dumpster divers, the druggies in the alleyways, and the snobs that flaunted their glittery 24 caret plumage on their wrists and necks, suffocating themselves with mink coats and expensive cigarettes. But you were determined to ignore all of it, the people who mattered were like you; starving, but alive, living their big dreams regardless of the struggle. You clung to those people, the places they frequented, and learned to love and appreciate the side of this city that was your new home. You were stable and free now, able to pursue the things you enjoyed and make a living to support yourself. 

If there was one thing you loved above all else, it was your flat. It had been a treasure find during a hot summer night not very different from the one now, your mind a little hazed by the one too many drinks you’d tipped back at a friend’s house party. Your body buzzing as you wandered back to your temporary home at a hotel, feeling drawn to take a new street instead of the subway.

The sign was a rickety chalkboard with words scribbled across it in blue chalk, advertising an empty apartment for rent. You almost paid no heed to it, wanting nothing more than to collapse in your bed and pass out, maybe even throw up in the nearest trash can. Something prompted you to grab one of the pamphlets pinned to the board and shove it in your purse for later, didn’t hurt to try, right? You didn’t think twice about it until the next morning when the sun cracked above the horizon, bolting upright and scrabbling for your cellphone to dial the number, despite your massive head ache from your hangover. Pickings were slim in the trendy city of Seoul, millions of people vying for a place to call their own, you had to give it a try because it might be your only chance for a while. Plus, you were tired of hopping from one cheap hotel to the next and crashing at your friends’ flats. You needed a place to call your own.

A soft spoken old woman had picked up, her motherly voice cooing like a mourning dove as she gave you a time to stop by to tour the flat. You had arrived way too early due to eagerness, the building being located on one of the most popular and famous streets only added to its charm. Lovely and eclectic themed coffee shops, boutiques, and makeup and bookstores lined the street, making it one of the busiest. If you weren’t already ready to sign the dotted line, the moment you walked in was the last word.

When she had brought you up that creaky elevator that seemed to soar up and up into the sky, your breath had been taken away as soon as you walked into the apartment. It wasn’t the newest, but it had an old charm to it. Exposed brick on the outer walls, windows stretching wide to depict the city skyline, and it could be all yours. She had warned you about some problems like creaky pipes, leaks, and especially the thin walls since you shared one with one other apartment. You could care less at that point, already ready to sign the contract and call the humble little place yours.

So here you were now, the humid night setting in as you sat lounging on your couch, dripping in sweat and absolutely sweltering. All your windows were cracked, the old AC cranked as high as it could go, and one greasy fan that struggled to spin, which hardly made much of a difference at all. You were dressed in only your underwear and a sports bra, trying to cool yourself off as you pressed an ice pack to the back of your neck with another annoyed groan.

Today had been your day off, wanting nothing more than to go outside and enjoy it, but the heat was so stifling you’re sure you would have roasted under the sun in five minutes. So you stayed inside, trying to mind your own business as usual and take a day to yourself. All afternoon you heard the same old usual sounds from your next door neighbor, not even bothered by the incredible thinness of the wall that divided your two apartments anymore. He was young and gorgeous, a college student living off campus, pursuing a degree in music. You’d met him only on a few occasions, and he was sweet and personable enough, but it felt like the two of you were connected somehow. You knew him better than those simple hellos in the hallway and so did he. The wall was so thin and hollow that the two of you could almost perfectly hear what the other was doing all the time, which irked and frightened you at first. Sometimes it even felt like your flats weren’t separated at all, you wouldn’t have been surprised if you saw him walking around your living room one day.

You didn’t want to lie to yourself, he really was completely beautiful. Your heart nearly leapt into your throat every time you saw him smile, his dimples poking out cutely at even the smallest quirk of his soft looking lips. He towered over you, making your pulse race whenever he stopped you in the hallway to let you know about a problem the building was having, his warm hand burning a permanent brand on your shoulder. You couldn’t say you were in love with him, not yet. But you could say you liked him very, very much and at the moment was completely entranced by him.

Jung Jaehyun loved to sing, his velvety voice usually would ring throughout your floor during the day. He sang everything, even his own compositions, which he knew you could hear, almost like he wanted to know your opinion. You loved to listen to him while you cooked, or when you showered, sometimes humming or singing softly back to him, just so you could let him know it was okay for him to continue. In all honestly, you enjoyed it more than you realized, and he knew it too.

Little did you know, he knew a lot of things. Those walls kept no secrets, especially the ones you wouldn’t even dare utter aloud.

Passing him in the thin, musty hallway always seemed to make your heart beat fast enough to burst from your chest. You were sure that he could probably see your whole body shaking from just the greeting he shot you, dimples poking out coyly as he pressed himself against the wall to let you pass. He smelled like a man, rough and homey, something familiar and something that made you crave to be near him again and again. You hated how easily he could twist you around his finger and the two of you were barely friends, just neighbors politely living next to one another.

You let your head fall back against the couch, the magazine you were using to fan yourself picking up speed as you thought of your neighbor and his mischievous ways. He was probably in the same position as you, slouched onto his couch, most likely gloriously shirtless as he attempted to break the relentless heat wave that was trapped in the city. Your face turned a darker shade of red, childishly tossing your magazine across the room as your mind swam with desirable images of Jaehyun lounging on his couch with less and less clothing as time went by. You groaned loudly, standing up to go suffer in bed when you heard a familiar noise on the other side of the wall, a velvety humming.

You crept silently over to the wall, wincing every time a rickety floorboard creaked. Settling softly against the wall, you pressed your ear to it, straining to hear just what was happening on the other side. It was a gentle hum, reminiscent of a cat purring, so close to the wall the sound tingled your ear. His voice so silky that even the most expensive lengerie couldn’t compete with the sheer amount of sexiness and comfort you received from hearing it.

The good part comes between wanting and needing,” Jaehyun crooned from behind the wall, and you turned to press your forehead to the faded blue paint, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you swayed back and forth where you sat. He knew oh so well how much you loved it when he sang sensual pieces; knew how much the sound of him humming those words turned you on. It was an unspoken arrangement that neither of you were prepared to mention when you passed each other in the hall.

Because who knew what would happen if you did? Where it would lead?

You swore you heard the boy on the other side give a sharp inhale of breath, but paid no attention when he sang the next bit, “When it’s less about eating and more about feeding.”

Biting your lip, you slid a hand up and down your exposed thigh, sighing wantonly when you heard him shift on the other side. You wished desperately for him to be in front of you, arms open for you, lips waiting to be kissed, and eyes filled to the brim with lust. You gave a soft gasp as you slid a hand over your panties, feeling a heat beginning to grow in your stomach, and a wetness form in between your legs.

In between…right where you wanted Jaehyun.

You heard him shudder on the other side of the wall, the erotic and strangely familiar metallic sound of a belt unbuckling caused your hips to buck into your fingers that were gliding over the covered folds of your heat. You pressed a finger to your clit and bit back a moan when you heard the clunk of a buckle hitting the wood floors, a relieved groan reached you through the wall and you cried out in response.

How he managed to continue to sing was a mystery to you, but you could hardly believe you ears as he sang, “You know the best could always be better.” You pulled your panties down your smooth thighs and immediately slid a finger into your soaking heat, illiciting a gasp that mirrored Jaehyun’s. The way you practically dripped onto the wood floors made you blush as your walls tightened around you finger. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, barely being able to imagine him without passing out from want; pants unbottoned, belt messily undone, briefs hastily pulled down in order to let his hard member breathe. His hand almost shaking as he attempted to control the quavering in his voice, “When the hardest could be harder…”

You heard him groan and you moaned in response, nails clawing against the wall as you pumped your fingers inside yourself, imagining it was him. You slumped against the wall and used your other hand to rub your clit hurriedly, feeling so close you could hardly stand it. You clung on to each word, knowing his hand was moving in tandem with yours, breathing synchronized as he practically moaned the next words, “And the wettest is wetter.”

You cried out his name, just about to finally come when his voice cut you short, “Stop, _____.”

You immediately retracted you hand while panting, waiting for him to continue, wanting to whine from your need to release. His voice was low, calm and full of command, but you heard how he strained to keep it level. “Listen closely, baby girl. Go unlock your door. Then I want you in your bed. Naked. Do you understand?”

Your lips quivered in want, “Yes.”

You didn’t wait for him to tell you to go, your body moved quickly, instinctively and driven by want as you scrambled to the door. Your hands trembled as you slid the lock over, hardly believing what you were about to do. You clambered towards your bedroom, clicking all the lights off and flicking on your bedside lamp and fairy lights you had strewn over your headboard. Then you yanked your curtains open on your large window that took up an entire wall, allowing the rainbow ambient light ofSeoul to seep in through the glass. You stilled for a moment, hearing footsteps in the hallway, the clunk of your door handle being grasped as it was turned. You panicked and struggled to rip off your panties and sports bra, realizing as soon as you hopped on your bed that your entire room was a disaster. You were about to scream into the nearest pillow when you heard short knocks on your door frame. Too late now.

He was too much, period. The boy was sculpted from something close to the gods, with a body gorgeously lean, his frame broad, and legs long enough for you to climb. He wore nothing but a pair of dark briefs, the outline of his hard member pressing insistently against the fabric as if taunting you. Everything about him was either dark or light, a contrast that made your knees weak. His dark hair was a beautiful mess, like he frequently ran his fingers through it. His ebony eyes drew you in and kept you there, not allowing your own gaze to wander anywhere else. Jaehyun stepped towards the bed, fingers running over the cool silk of your sheets you had spent so much money on. You saw a small smile flicker over his lips that made your body quiver, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

It’s going to be fun ruining that silk.

When he got onto the bed, you gasped at the predator look in his eyes as he crawled towards you on all fours. The bed creaked lightly as you shifted back on instinct, even though you felt so drawn toward him, wanting nothing more than to finally touch him. You realized you have never laid a single finger on him and he you, but both of you were so completely enraptured with one another even when there was a wall separating you. It was honestly poetic, and strangely beautiful.

Unmuffled, his voice was even more velvety, “You don’t know how often I thought about this very scenario.” He laid you down and crawled up your body, careful to not touch you, not yet. “All those nights when I could hear you touching yourself, moaning my name as you finally came.”

Your body shook, wanting to squeeze your eyes shut from embarrassment, but Jaehyun held your gaze. You pressed your thighs together as he leaned closer to you, his hair tickling your forehead, “Were you imagining my fingers, baby girl? Or maybe my tongue?”

You could hardly answer, eyes wide as his lips barely grazed yours as he whispered, “If you really want it that bad, princess, why don’t I give it to you?”

With that he closed the gap between your bodies, allowing his entire frame to press against you along with his soft lips. They glided so easily against yours, like they were meant for one another. One of his hands came up to tangle in your hair, allowing him complete control of you as he slipped his sinful tongue into your mouth. You moaned in appreciation at the slick feeling of his tongue sliding against yours, tasting the tea he had been drinking earlier. He pulled away for air, panting as he slid down your body dragging his tongue over your  skin. He pressed wet kisses to your breasts and ribs, hands gripping your hips as he groaned against your skin, “I’m going to cover every inch of your skin with my tongue, until your fucking begging for it, baby girl.”

You gazed down at him as he worked lower and lower, your body glistening from where his mouth left. Hovering over your dripping heat, he blew cool air on it, smirking at the way you arched off the bed. The moment his tongue made contact with your lower lips, your hand found his dark locks, tangling your fingers through them. He released a groan from the taste, attacking your clit with his lips as he sucked at it mercilessly. His ebony eyes stared up at you and you could feel the smirk against your inner thigh as he went to bite at the soft skin there, leaving a dark purple hickey. He didn’t leave just one though, that wasn’t Jaehyun’s style. He wanted to wake up to you tomorrow morning, thighs littered with bruises and violently purple hickeys. As he nosed along your inner thighs, your body began to tremble and ache as he revisited old markings, biting and pressing kisses to them, “J-Jaehyun!…Please!”

He pulled away and regarded you with amusement, “Please what, baby girl?” He was enjoying himself, dragging his tongue over those cheeky bruises proudly.

You shifted your hips to make your point clear, too embarrassed to ask aloud for what you really wanted him to do. He tilted his head innocently, licking his bottom lip from one corner to the other as he traced his tongue over your taste. Deep down you realized that Jaehyun wouldn’t give you what you wanted if you didn’t give him what he wanted. It was a game of give and take, and you needed to swallow your pride.

You gulped, voice straining with want, “P-please fuck me with your fingers and tongue, Jaehyun.”

“Hmmm,” he simpered, letting a finger lightly trace over your clit. “Since you were such a good listener earlier, I’ll give you what you want.” He leaned closer to your lower lips, but stopped himself, looking up at you through his lashes as he whispered, “Make sure to pay me back later though.”

You let out a sigh of relief as he began to eat you out, his tongue doing things you’d only imagined before all of this. You almost had to pinch yourself because everything felt so surreal. Your neighbor, who you’ve only politely spoken to in the hallway, was now eating you out better than any other person you’ve been with. You weren’t sure you were going to survive until morning.

Jaehyun worked a finger past your folds, the slickness of your heat allowing it to slide in easily. At the sound of your moans of approval, he worked another finger in with a small smirk, hardly believing all this was happening as well. He held the same sentiments as you, having to mentally slap himself from stopping just to stare in awe at you. You had to be the most beautiful and interesting girl he’d ever laid eyes upon, the first moment he saw you he was already decided. You were his muse. The mysterious subject to his songs he wrote, the girl in all of them…they were you.

“______,” he hummed your name, allowing his tongue to soak in your taste, committing your moans and sounds of pleasure to memory. To him, they were more beautiful than any song he could compose, completely gorgeous. His fingers quickened their pace, feeling your walls convulse around them as you neared release. He pulled his mouth away, allowing his fingers to do all the work as he regarded you with that dangerous look in his eyes again. He looked like a predator debating whether he was going to eat you now or later as he murmured, “Should I let you come, ________? Have you earned it?”

You whimpered, hands scrabbling for his hair and tugging at it insistantly, “Y-yes.”

He slowed his pace, brows furrowing, “Yes, who?”

“Yes, Jaehyun!…,” you recovered frantically, hips urging him along as he continued at his original pace.

“That’s what I thought,” he simpered, fingers thrusting into you so powerfully that your body rocked the bed. “How bad do you want it? Tell me just how bad you want me to make you come.”

His fingers, quickening slightly, distracted you as you attempted to form a coherent sentence, “I-I want it, Jaehyun!” Thinking swiftly, you added, “Please, baby!” Looking pitiful was always a good way to get what you wanted, or it could just make things much worse.

Luckily, Jaehyun’s dark eyes softened as he saw the tears beginning to pool in yours, “Whatever you want, baby girl.” He bent his head down again, his hot breath on your inner thighs sending your mind into overdrive as he latched onto your clit and his fingers sped up. Your toes curled, thighs trembling as your high approached, hips rolling into Jaehyun mouth as you fucked back against his fingers. You cried out, body shaking as he finger fucked you through your high, drawing out that feeling of ecstasy for as long as he could.

He didn’t stop there though, he kept going long after your release ended. Weakened by your orgasm you squirmed beneath him and his mouth as he continued to work you, fingers not quitting their breakneck pace. You cried out, hands weakly trying to push him away as the overstimulation made your thighs shake, “J-Jaehyun please!…”

Tears of passion leaked down your face from the sheer pleasure he was giving you, only pulling away after he glanced up and saw them. He immediately pulled your body into his chest and kissed the tear tracks from your cheeks, hushing you softly. You took a shaky breath as he laid you down on your back, hovering over you. His eyes raced over your curves and features, fingers tracing your Cupid’s bow as he pressed kissed to your lips and neck. He sucked another hickey, this time very noticeably on your neck; the boy had to have an obsession with marking, you decided, not the least bit upset by that fact. Your eyelids slid close as his mouth worked over your neck, your hand sliding down his chest to his hips, sliding over his briefs to brush against his member.

He let out a soft groan, his hips rocking into your hand begging, wanting for more touch. You massaged him over his too tight briefs, wanting nothing more than to give him relief and feel him inside you. Your lips brushed against his ear as you whispered softly, “I want you so bad, Jaehyun.”

You felt him shiver above you, his hands already traveling from your hips to the waistband at his. He seemed to tower above you as he slid his briefs off, allowing you to stare as he kneeled above your body. You took in his lean muscles, your nails softly raking down his chest which caused him to release a shaky breath from the feeling. Your soaked heat throbbed at the sight of his erect member that weeped precum, your body already ready to feel another release.

Acting purely out of lust and a little bit of instinct, you pushed him off of you and turned around, getting on your hands and knees. You immediately felt his hands on your hips as he bent over your body and pressed open mouth kisses to your back. Seeing you like this somehow sobered Jaehyun up, his lips moving softly against your skin as he murmured, “Are you sure, ______?”

You could tell by his voice that he was making sure this wasn’t going to be something you would regret or try to brush off. You felt commitment and real affection in Jaehyun’s touch, which reassured you and gave you hope for what would come out of all of this. You were definitely sure, “Yes, I trust you, baby.”

You felt a smile against your skin, the feeling of the atmosphere suddenly so much more intimate and romantic as he teased your opening with the tip of his member. You breathed out to steady yourself as he carefully pushed into you, your walls already so tight around him. Jaehyun groaned at the satisfying feeling, his hands that gripped your hips squeezed you tightly. You let out a gasp, the same emotions washing over you as well as he slid in to the hilt easily. You felt connected, complete.

You urged him to move by rocking back into him, his hips rolling into you as you gave him your approval. The warmth of the day was nowhere close to the burning heat you were feeling now, the way Jaehyun’s hips snapped into you as he pummeled your core left you completely star struck. You could feel him panting against the skin of your back as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into you. Minutes felt like hours as he fucked you into pleasurable oblivion, his stamina impressive. When his thrusts became more eratic, you reached down to rub your clit, hips pulled by his warm hands to fuck back against him.

His velvet voice sounded tight as he groaned, “Baby girl, you’re gonna make me come.”

As he spoke those words, you couldn’t help but almost release; every time he opened his mouth your body practically shook. Your walls slid around him, tightening as you neared your second high of the night, “Ah!…”

“Fuck!,” he cursed, releasing his hot seed inside of you, his head thrown back as you came as well. Your arms have put underneath you and your face pressed deeply into the sheets as Jaehyyn groaned above you, his hips rocking ever so slightly to prolong his orgasm. Your body felt on fire, hair sticking to your forehead as he pulled out of you gently.

Your mind was a complete blur as Jaehyyn carefully cleaned you up, pressing kisses as he made you comfortable, hardly realizing that you were laying in his arms. He played with your messy hair, untangling the knots left by him during his passion as he hummed soothingly. As your head cleared, you attempted to think of something to say, anything really. The entire situation was whack, to say the least. You just had sex with your neighbor, after masturbating with him, and having only really talked to him a few times in the hallway. You were crazy and your skin was heating up at the fact that you had tricked yourself earlier into thinking he might have real feelings for you.

Disappoint began to seep into your bones as you turned to him, afraid to make eye contact with his burning gaze. You might as well break the silence, get it over with and rip it off like a bandaid. Mustering up the courage, you murmured his name, “Jaehyun.”

“Hm?,” he hummed, fingers now tracing your nose and cheekbones. His sweet actions hurt you, knowing that they honestly meant nothing. He looked up at you expectantly, eyebrows raised in curiosity as he saw you preparing yourself like you were about to give him a speech or lecture.

He was just being polite.

“You-,” you started horribly, stuttering as you tripped over your own words, “L-listen, I-”

“_______.” He stopped you, pushing a lock of hair behind your ear. You bit your tongue as he spoke up, gentle and reassuring, “Don’t worry about it. It’s okay.”

You felt like you were burst into tears at any moment, those words of his only adding to your false hope. Your lip quivered, “It’s not okay though.”

“No, it is,” he cupped your cheek, drawing you impossibly closer into his arms. His dark eyes suddenly changed, a nervousness penetrating them as his entire counternance shifted and something so innocent and puppy-like was left behind. You watched as he bit his lip and looked away from you, his voice soft, “Can I tell you something?”

You were confused, but nodded anyway as he propped himself up on his elbow. He picked at your bedding anxiously, “This isn’t how I wanted it to happen.” Jaehyun breathed out deeply, almost in an annoyed huff, “I wanted to take you out for coffee, go to my favorite book store, show you the best record shop this side of the city…but that didn’t happen.” He flopped onto his back, passing a hand over his face as your jaw practically dropped to the floor, “But I went and rushed it, all because I was fucking horny and knew you were probably listening…”

He rolled his eyes, “I’m literally such a dumb ass. I hope you’ll forgive me because I really really like you, ______.” He glanced over at you and his eyes widened at your shocked expression, “What?”

“You mean it? You mean all of it?,” you whispered, heart racing as he turned towards you again.

“Of course I do, baby girl,” he replied, a small smile lifting the corners of his soft lips. You mirrored his look when you noticed his dimples poking out, begging for you to give them a kiss.

And you did, just because you could.

He laughed a beautifully melodic laugh, his eyes smiling, hair messy, with dimples framing his face as he pressed kiss after kiss to your body. Honestly, you still couldn’t believe your luck. Or was it luck at all? Jaehyun couldn’t believe it either as you snuggled into his chest and drifted off to sleep feeling content and peaceful. Everything was changing from here on out, and it definitely was for the better.

Can’t Stay Best Friends || Jughead J.

31. “Why do you keep pushing me away?”

Requested by anon

I was determined. Determined to find out why Jughead had ignored me all summer after Jason’s disappearance. And I wasn’t just that, he’d still ignored me when we got back from summer break, and it was already the second week of school.

I was pissed and determined as I did a speed walk down the hallway, and people got that I was angry and ready to fight, they cleared a path as I made my dissent to Jughead’s locker.

Him and his locker finally came in my line of sight, and it seemed like my legs couldn’t move fast enough without breaking into a sprint. I stopped behind his locker door, burning imaginary holes through it, and crossed my arms over my chest. Jughead closed his locker door, as the door gave away my position, he seen me and jumped.

Shit Y/N.”

“Shit is right, and you’re deep in it.” I watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed, fear clearly in his features at the sight of my rage.

“Look -”

“Why did you ignore me the rest of the summer and you still are.” I asked, taking a step closer to him. He was having an internal debate with himself whether or he should tell me. “You better tell me what the fuck it is.”

He sighed, grabbed my arm, and pulled me into an empty room, closing the door behind him.

“Why Jughead.”

“Because I’ve been writing a book about Jason’s disappearance and death.” He admitted.

“You’ve ignored me over a book?” He looked me in the eyes.

“Yeah,” He didn’t seem too sure about his confession, but I sighed in defeat wanting my best friend. “I’m really sorry Y/N, it was a dick move.”

“Damn right, but I forgive you, I guess.” A huge grin spread across his face. “But you better not do this to me again.” I threatened, pointing a finger at him.

“Okay, okay. What do you say to Pop’s after school?” He asked, a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Alright, but we need to get to class, we’re late.”

“When did you start caring about if you made it to class on time?” He asked as we left the room, out into the empty hallway.

“After my ass got chewed out by my mother when she seen the amount of tardies I had.” He laughed.

“Yeah, your mom can get pretty scary when she’s pissed.”

“Yeah, I guess it runs in the family.” I smirk, remembering his reaction to when I showed up.

“I guess so.”


“Okay, so this book you’re writing about this summer, what’s it like?” I asked as he typed away.

“What do you mean?” He stopped typing, and looked up at me after his laptop.

“I mean, is it fiction, non fiction, what genre is it?” I swirled my tea around with my straw as I asked.

“It’s non-fiction, more like a journal give or take.” He said, then continued typing.

“Oh,” I let go of the straw, laying my arms down on top of each other on the table, watching Jughead type. As he typed, worry etched his features, I lay my hand down lightly on one of his, stopping him from typing. He pulled his hand out of my reach. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” He then went back to typing away.

“What’s wrong with you? Why do you keep pushing me away? Did something bad happen over the summer, besides Jason?” I asked, my voice raising in pitch, show how upset I was.

He let out a sigh and shut his laptop, looking me straight in the eyes. “Nothing is wrong.”

“Bullshit, I can see the bags under your eyes, and your closed off, more than you usually are.” He sighed looking away from me. “I want to help Jug, please let me help.” I laid my hand on his arm, trying to get his full attention on me. He looked down at my hand, a longing look in his eyes.

“I know that it hurt you when I stopped talking to you, but it hurt me too. It hurt me because I knew I was hurting you.” I stayed quiet, letting him explain himself, even though I wanted to blow up on him. “I spent the summer trying to get rid of these feelings I had, and I thought that pushing you away would get rid of them.” He looked up at me.

“What do you me-” He cut me off.

“I like you, Y/N.” He rushed out, then grabbed my hand that was on his arm. “I’ve liked you for a long time, and knew you don’t like me back, that’s why I’ve been pushing you away. I’ve been trying to get rid of those feelings, but none of it is working.” Before he can say anything more, I get up, leaning over the table, and kissed him on the cheek.

He was speechless as I flopped back down into the booth, his mouth opened and closed, trying to form words. “I like you too. I’ve actually known you liked me, I was just waiting for you to say something.” I said, smiling as a blush rose to his face. “Now, why don’t you order me a milkshake?” He laughed, as if he couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Okay,” He called over a waitress and ordered my favorite milkshake and ordered himself a burger.

I’m finally got my best friend back and got him to admit his feelings for me, I was possibly the happiest person in the world at that moment.

Masterlist || Prompt List


all of this year’s FINISHED rob pieces throughout the year, spanning from may to the end of december

so, my original passion in art was painting–the first thing i ever painted was a musician, and i think that was in 2010? i always did impressionism, but once i got into digital, i was so intimidated by every program that no matter what i did, no matter what artist i watched, i just couldn’t convince myself to do anything in a big, high resolution.

but this year i FINALLY found it. i finally got it again. and, i don’t know what it is, but rob’s just my absolute favorite to paint. it might be familiarity that helps me know exactly how i want a piece to look, or capture, or what be it–it could be the music aspect, and how you can hear so much personality in the vocals, which makes me wanna translate it to visual?? no clue. but he’s been my go-to when things are a little rough

i really appreciate this guy, 

so maybe this is just the best way i can show it (´・ω・`)

Why I Ship GaFou

And it’s not because I glorify unhealthy relationships. I can’t speak for every shipper, but for me? 

It’s because of hope. Now, let me explain:

I identify with LeFou and his love for Gaston. I was there once. I was in love with a girl I thought was my best friend. She knew of my feelings for her and used that to get me to do anything she wanted. And I gladly did. Until I finally saw what was happening. 

So, why would I want to relive that through the story arc of fictional characters? Because in fandom you can FIX IT. And that can be pretty damn cathartic.

There’s a parallel in the storyline and the new film portrayed it beautifully. Gaston and Adam were the same; it’s just Adam was turned into a physical representation of the monster he was. Let’s not forget, it took years for him to become human again. 

So we saw what happens to a man like that with the opportunity to change and without (not to mention the extreme it takes to reach that level of change). Even when I was a child, seeing the cartoon for the first time in the theaters, I saw Gaston as a character that was overcompensating for something. I just never realized what. Thus he received my sympathy as opposed to my disdain. 

This film also represents Gaston and LeFou’s relationship in a far less physically abusive light than the cartoon. As well as more of a friendship, as opposed to the far more pathetic animated dynamic.

It’s the possibility for redemption that I see, a possibility that sadly, for many people, is never actualized. And in Gaston’s case, he is one of them.

So, I don’t ship abuse, I ship possible redemption. Because to some degree, those of us who struggled to come to terms with our sexuality, can see a little bit of ourselves in not only LeFou, but in Gaston as well. And ultimately, we want there to be hope for all of us.

Originally posted by jokerasylum91

Innocent? Not Really.

Theo Raeken x female!Reader
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Author: T💕
Request: “Could you make a Theo Raeken smut where the reader is a really innocent good girl and she is Stiles sister? One night Stiles and the pack are at a party and Theo takes his chance to get the reader alone and finally do what he’s been wanting to do with her? Please and thank you so much!”
Warnings: Smut & language

  So, tonight, my brother decided that he is going to throw a part. Fantastic.
  “It isn’t really a "party”, Y/N/N. It’s just the pack getting together to hang out.“ Stiles ran behind me while I walked to the jeep.
   I rolled my eyes. "Fine, whatever. Can I drive?”
   "Are you high?!“ Stiles held his key above his above his head, out of my reach.
  I jumped up and down trying to get the jeep keys. "Come on, Stiles! Don’t be so mean!”
  Lydia, Scott, Allison, and Theo walked up to my brother and I.
  “Um, is everything okay here?” Lydia looked between the two of us.
  “Stiles is being a dick!” I huffed.
  Lydia gasped dramatically. “That was a naughty word, Y/N!”
  I rolled my eyes and pushed passed the two giving me grief. Theo stuck out his arm and pulled me into his chest. I stood on my tip toes to wrap my hands around his neck and hug him back.
  “Don’t worry about it, Y/N/N. They are just being assholes.” He squeezed me.
  I smiled.“ Yeah, they do it all the time, it’s nothing I can’t handle.” I pulled away from Theo.
  “Are you coming over tonight?” I asked.
  Theo rubbed the back of his neck. “Y-Yeah. I mean, uh, if you want me to, I will.”
  I smiled, showing my teeth. “That’d be amazing!”
  “Y/N! Let’s goooooooo!” Stiles honked his horn at me.
  “I gotta go. I’ll see you later tonight?”
  Theo kissed my head and nodded.  "Of course. Don’t get into any trouble, Little Miss Innocent!“
  I laughed out loud and jumped in the jeep.

  Stiles put some snacks on the living room table. I sat on the couch, staring at my phone.
  "Are you going to help me or?” Stiles stood with his hands on hips.
  I smiled and quickly typed on my phone. “No, sorry. I’m busy.”
  “Doing what?! Everyone will be here any second and you are just sitting there texting! Who are you even talking to?” Stiles snatched my phone away from me.
  “I wouldn’t!” I warn.
  Stiles read the messages.

  I watched my brothers face get red and heard the front door open. Scott, Allison, Derek, Lydia, and Theo came in. Theo’s eyes instantly met mine. I threw my head in the direction of my brother. Theo looked and saw Stiles holding my phone in his hand. The two of us started to bust out laughing.
  The pack took their shoes off and chose their seats. Theo slumped on the big chair with me. I sat with my back resting against the arm of the chair and my lower body draped across Theo’s lap.
  Stiles turned off the lights and popped the disc in the DVD player. The previews to the movie started.
  “Are we watching fucking Star Wars again, Stilinski?!” Scott yelled.
  “Yes, McCall! Now shut the fuck up and watch the movie!” My older brother yelled back at Scott.
  Scott mumbled. Stiles leaned forward from his seat next to Derek. “I don’t know what you just said, but we could all be dying instead, so count your blessings!”
  I picked up my cup. “And I could be riding Theo’s dick, but whatever.”
  The choked on whatever he had started eating a few seconds ago. Everyone turned their heads to us.
  “Is he alright?” Allison asked.
  Theo coughed some more. “I’m fine! I just clearly can’t eat right.”
  I felt my ears get hot. Theo leaned to me. “Where did that come from?!” He whisper-shouted.
  I whispered​ back. “I honestly don’t really know. I didn’t think you’d hear me! And I need you to move your phone, please.”
  Theo pause for a second. “Y/N…that isn’t my phone.”
   I squinted. “What?”
  Theo took my hand and moved it to where I thought his phone was. As soon as my hand touched the bulge, I knew exactly what it was. I felt my underwear get wetter.
  “Oh…” I said.
  Theo let my hand go and rested his on my upper thigh. “I really like you, Y/N. I like you so much that it is actually hard to put into words. You are so damn pretty that every time I see you it makes my heart stop. The fact that you aren’t my girlfriend drives me fucking insane, Y/N. And right now, all I can think about it fucking you senseless.” He whispered in my ear.
  I smirked. “I’m game.”
  Theo growled, and I felt myself get wetter. We snuck upstairs to my room silently. Theo closed the door with his foot quietly. He picked me up and I wrapped my hands around his neck.
  Theo and I leaned together. Our lips connected and the kiss sent sparks through my body.
  Theo gently placed me on the bed and pulled away from me. I bit my lip as I watched him pull off his shirt. I sat up to take mine off too. Theo stopped me.
  I rose my eyebrow at him.
  “Be mine, Y/N? I need to hear you say yes before we go any further. I meant what I said about liking you while we were on the chair.” Theo held my waist.
  I smiled wide. “Of course, Theo. I’ve wanted to be with you since we met.”
  Theo pecked my lips and let me finish taking off my shirt.
  Theo cupped my breasts. “This is a pretty bra, Y/N…but I think it’ll match the floor a little better.”
  I rolled my eyes at Theo. He removed my bra and licked his lips. I squirmed in my seat a little bit.
  Theo leaned forward and took my boobs in his hands. I moaned quietly and rolled my head back.
  Theo groaned. “God, Y/N. You are so fucking beautiful.”
  I crawled up to the top of the bed. I used one finger to beckon Theo to me. He climbed up to me and kissed me. His lips unlocked doors in me that I had long forgotten.
  Theo pushed his crotch into mine. I gasped.
  “Can you, u, help me out with that, baby?” He bit his perfect, pink lip.
   I smirked. “Only if you make it hard for me to walk tomorrow.” I whispered.
  Theo moaned. “Jesus, Y/N. I thought you were an innocent good girl.”
  I grabbed Theo’s dick through his pants. “Oh, babe, good girls are just bad girls who haven’t been caught.”
  Theo shot up and undid his belt faster than you could imagine. He took off his jeans next and tossed them somewhere in my room. He took out one claw and tore my cloth pants and underwear in half.
  Theo slid a condom over his hard on and crashed into my lips.
  “Theo..fuck me…I want to feel your cock inside of me.” I panted.
  “Do you want me to go slow, baby?”
  I grinned. “Fuck, no.”
  Theo rammed his cock inside of me. I bit his shoulder to keep from screaming out. I drug my nails down Theo’s back roughly.
  Theo’s cock stretched my walls and made me a moaning and panting mess.
  “Harder, Theo. Please, fuck me harder.”
  Theo put one of his hands over my mouth and the other by my head. He thrust into me with more force. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure.
  “No, no, no, Y/N. Look at me while I fuck you in your tight, little pussy.”
  Theo’s words made me moan super loud in his hand. The feeling of Theo hitting my g-spot with every thrust made it hard to keep my eyes open, but I managed to do it anyway.
  “Look at you, Princess.” Theo praised. “You take my huge cock so well. Your pussy looks so good wrapped around my shaft. Fuck.”
  I moaned and dug my nails even deeper into Theo’s shoulders.
  Theo moved his hand from my mouth. “T-Theo. Oh, fuck, you make my pussy feel so good. Please don’t stop.”
  I didn’t think Theo’s thrust could get any harder, but they could. Theo thrusted harder and put a hand on my headboard so that the group downstairs wouldn’t hear it hit the wall while Theo pounded into me.
  I gasped as I felt myself start to cum. I arched my back and pressed my chest against Theo’s. My toes curled and I groaned louder than I should have. Theo started to get sloppy and thrusted into me a few more times. He groaned in the crook of my neck. I felt his cock pulsate in my pussy when he came.
  Theo pulled out of me and we both collapsed on the bed next to each other.
  The condom got tossed in the trashcan next my bed. I snuggled into my boyfriend’s chest. “Well,” Theo smiled at me. “not really all that "innocent” are ya, baby?“
  I kissed his chest. "Babe, I promise that only you will see me like that.”
  Theo kissed my head. The living room light flicked on and some of it shone under my door. “Hey, where are-OH, FUCK NO! Y/F/N Y/M/N STILINSKI!” My brother started up the stairs.
  “If he liked me before, he sure as shit is going to hate my guts now. ” Theo joked and I hid under my blanket.

“A Day At The Potters”  ~  Teddy x reader

“can I request a Gryffindor!reader x Edward Remus (Teddy) Lupin? Reader is a family friend of the Potter’s and ends up at their house over the summer holiday. Reader is really anxious and keeps to themself a lot and calls Teddy ‘Edward’ usually. He’s one of the only ones who can get through to the reader emotionally. You pick where it goes from there.” ~Anon

Oh. My. Goodness. Let me just say that this imagine request is so cute! I’m sorry that it took me forever to write this. I’ve just started back to school, and I already have a ton of assignments to do. I finally found some extra time, and I have enjoyed it so much (just because writing requests is one of my favorite things to do). I hope you like it!😊😘


Y/n took a deep breath. There she was, standing at the front door of the Potters’ residence. She felt a bit nervous, though she’d been here many times before. She didn’t really like being surrounded by a lot of people. All she wanted to do was hang out with her best friend, Teddy. Finally, she knocked.

Y/n opened her eyes to see a little redheaded girl standing in front of her. Before the both of them could speak, a voice interrupted the silence from inside.

“Lily, what have I told you about answering the door?”

“But, Mummy!” She smiled sweetly. “It’s y/n!”

The woman turned to her. “Oh! Y/n! It’s so nice to see you!” she said, giving her a hug. “Come in, come in!”

Y/n walked inside and looked around the living room with interest. The room hadn’t changed, but it always felt different each time she visited. Sh couldn’t understand why, though. It was a mystery.

“Just set your bags down by the sofa.” Ginny directed. “I’ll take them up after dinner.”

Footstep were heard running around upstairs.

“Did mum say dinner?” James asked Albus, who seemed just as ecstatic.

The two boys ran down the stairs and straight into the kitchen.

Teddy wasn’t too far behind. He chuckled at their excitement and rolled his eyes as he walked over to y/n.

“Y/n!” he exclaimed. “It’s so great to see you!”

“It’s great to see you as well, Edward.”

At dinner, Harry and Ginny told everyone about Fred and George’s pranks on Umbridge and how McGonagall didn’t seem to care.

“So, y/n.” Harry began, “What’s one thing your going to miss after this year at Hogwarts?”

She froze in her place. She hadn’t really thought about this being her last year. “Ummm…” fidgeting with her fingers, Teddy answered in her place.
“Definitely not the moving staircases.”

Harry and Ginny laughed at his response. However, James looked horrified.

“The stairs move?”

Teddy smirked. “You get used to them after a while.”

Dinner seemed to go on forever. Y/n kept to herself mostly, besides the few times when she would get asked to pass the salt or the usual questions about her past school years. She let out a silent sigh of relief when dinner had finally ended. Ginny took her bags up to the guest room, and at last, she was alone, until someone knocked on her door.

She got up from her spot and opened the door to see Teddy with a huge grin on his face. “May I come in?”

She nodded with a small smile, shutting the door behind them. Sitting back down, she waited for him to talk.

“You seemed really quiet at dinner.” he stated, sitting down beside her. “Is everything alright.”

Y/n nodded. “I’m fine.”


Again, she nodded.


The room was silent. The both of them sat there, staring at the floor. James, Albus, and Lily were heard in the hallway, running back and forth with echoing laughter.

Teddy chuckled. “They’re so loud.”

Y/n remained silent.

“Are sure you’re okay?”

Y/n sighed. “I’m just nervous is all.”

“Why are you nervous, y/n?”

Shrugging, she spoke again. “I just hadn’t thought about this being my last year at Hogwarts.” She paused, taking a deep breath. “And, I just… you know…

Teddy took over their conversation. “It is unnerving, yeah. I don’t know the least about living on my own, providing an income, or even finding a job for that matter. Now you’ve got me thinking about it!”

She giggled lightly.

“So…” He brushed his fingers through his hair. “What will you miss most about Hogwarts?”

Y/n knew exactly what she’d miss most. She just didn’t want to say it. Her stomach tightened more and more as each millisecond passed, causing her to fidget with her fingers like she had done at dinner.

Placing his hand on top of hers, he gave her a warm, reassuring smile. “You can tell me.”

She took a deep breath. “You.”


Biting her bottom lip nervously, she continued. “Yeah. Like, hanging out with you by the lake and in the library, partnering up in classes for projects, and just… you.”

To y/n’s surprise, his smile only got bigger.

“Don’t you think, for one second, that we’re never going to see each other again after this year, because you know that I’ll be over all the time to eat chocolate and talk about why Hufflepuff is better than Gryffindor.”

Knowing that last part was a joke, she giggled slightly.

“Besides…” he continued. “We still have a whole school year full of adventure waiting for us.”

The door burst open and the three Potter kids ran in.

“Teddy!” Lily exclaimed, grabbing his hand and trying to drag him from his spot. “Come play with us!”

James rolled his eyes annoyance. “Please…”

Albus walked over to y/n. “I want y/n on my team.”

Teddy laughed at the chaos going on in front of him. “What if I want y/n on my team?”

James eyed the two of them carefully, knowing that something was going on.

Y/n smiled sweetly at Teddy. “Albus already called me, Edward. I’m sorry.”

Lily raised her arms from her sides. “Who’s Edward?”

“I am.” Teddy stated. “‘Teddy’ is just a nickname.”


James slowly left the room, trying to hide his laughter, but failing.


James came back in. “Not telling.”

Lily’s shouting continued. “YOU HAVE TO TELL, JAMES!”

While the three children argued about James’ secret, Teddy placed his hand back on top of y/n’s. She bit her lip with a small grin as she turned her face toward the wall next to her.

James took notice, and soon enough, told his secret in a sing-song tone.

“Teddy has a girlfriend.”

Lily looked offended. “HIS NAME IS EDWARD!”

He laughed. “OKAY!” He took a deep breath and went back to his chanting. “Edward has a girlfriend. Edward has a girlfriend!”It didn’t take long for the other two to chime in.

Teddy’s face turned red with embarrassment. “Guys…”

Albus looked at y/n with a cheesy smile. “He talks about you all the time.”


Y/n giggled. “Is that true?”

Lily nodded over dramatically. “All. The. Time.”

Y/n continued to giggle as she stared at the floor nervously.

“This isn’t how I intended to ask you out, but…” He paused. “Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

She looked up from the floor and into his currently blue eyes. “I would like that very much.”

Without hesitation, he kissed her cheek.

Lily gasped from the cuteness. “Aww!”

James simply giggled and started chanting again. “Edward has a girlfriend! Edward has a girlfriend!”

Albus and Lily soon chimed in, and the three of them quickly made their way into the hall so the whole house could hear the news.


Teddy and y/n laughed with embarrassment and happiness.

Maybe y/n’s last year at Hogwarts wouldn’t be as sad as she thought it would be.

Little Do You Know Part 2

Summary : Sebastian Stan is your best friend, who you’re also in love with. What happens when he’s set to propose to his girlfriend? Can you move past your feelings or do you have to finally fess up to how you feel?

In Sebastian’s POV

Characters: Reader x platonic!Sebastian Stan (for now), Chris Evans


Warnings: Angst, mention of child death, cheating, Sebastian Stan in general

Author : Barbigirlash

A/N : I don’t know own “Little Do You Know.” or “I Hate You I Love You” I just love the angst of these songs and I’ve been playing with this scenario for weeks. This is my first fic, so let me know your thoughts! Thanks for the support you’ve given Caitsy and I!


Originally posted by stuckybarnesrogers

Sebastian’s POV

*** 3 Months Earlier ***

“Do you miss me like I miss you?
Fucked around and got attached to you
Friends can break your heart too, and
I’m always tired but never of you
If I pulled a you on you, you wouldn’t like that shit
I put this reel out, but you wouldn’t bite that shit
I type a text but then I never mind that shit
I got these feelings but you never mind that shit
Oh oh, keep it on the low
You’re still in love with me but your friends don’t know
If u wanted me you would just say so
And if I were you, I would never let me go”

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.” I repeated myself for the millionth time to Chris as we looked at the ring.

“Well, unless you’re going to take the ring back you’re doing it my friend” he said with a laugh as he squeezed my shoulder. I huffed out a laugh and shook my head.

“You know, I always thought I’d be proposing to (Y/N). I knew from the moment I saw her that I loved her. But better to have her in my life as a best friend then nothing at all.” I shut the black box as I looked back up at Chris sitting back in my chair.

“Are you sure about this? You’re still in love with (Y/N). Do you really want to marry someone else?” Chris asked as he took a sip of his drink.

“I love her, but as a friend.” I sighed and leaned back. Running my fingers through my hair before picking up my drink.

“We tried to be Seb and (Y/N) years ago. We were young and stupid. We got pregnant. We lost the baby. I cheated and then we decided it was better to be apart. I almost lost her completely. We’re better off as friends.” I just shook my head. I picked up the black box and twirled it in my fingers.

“This is the right decision.” I said to Chris and I repeated it in my head like a mantra. Hoping I’d soon believe it.

*** Flashback 3 yrs ago. ***

I’ve been holding back
For the fear that you might change your mind
I’m ready to forgive you but forgetting is a harder fight
Little do you know
I need a little more time

“How many times do I have to say I’m sorry (Y/N) !” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I could feel the heat washing over me, the tears that ran from my eyes of their own accord. I managed to ruin the best thing that ever happened to me.

“You can’t just say sorry Sebastian. You can’t just flash that million dollar smile of yours and expect me to forgive you. You cheated on me. You lied to me.” She sobbed as she tried to take a shaky breath.

She threw the magazine at me “Sebastian and co-star Margarita seen cozied up on a romantic date” was all the headline read. And there it was a picture of me kissing her. She walked up to me. Her eyes were puffy and red. We’d been arguing for two days, as soon as she saw the magazine. I know she hadn’t slept, she hadn’t ate. I caused this and it killed me. She took my hands in hers as she took a deep breath.

“Sebastian” she managed to whisper as she kept eye contact with me. Tears staining her long lashes as they continued to fall.

“We lost our baby, and then the moment I needed you..y-y-you were gone.” She managed to choke out. I started to shake my head knowing where this was going.

“(Y-Y-Y-Y/N) don’t-don’t say it. I know I fucked up. We can work past it.” I moved my hands to her cheeks holding her face. My eyes pleading with her.

“I’m sorry Seb, I want to believe you. But I can’t..” she said as she started to sob and she pushed my hands away. “Please, just go.” She said as she walked away and into her bedroom locking the door.

“(Y/N), I Love You.” I whispered before walking out.

*** Present Day ***

When love and trust are gone
I guess this is moving on
Everyone I do right does me wrong
So every lonely night, I sing this song

Everything was perfect, why did it still feel as if something was missing?

“And of course Sebastian almost gave away the surprise.” My fiancée was telling our guests. I looked down at her. She was happy and I was to. I think. I just laughed along as my eyes scanned the room looking for her.

Once my eyes landed on her a part of me broke. She was there again..just like three years ago. That look of sadness and hurt covering her normally bubbly exterior. I just furrowed my brows watching as Liz whispered something to her and she reluctantly flashed that mega watt smile as she wiped her eyes.

An immediate wave of sadness and regret washed over me. I followed her as she walked across the room. Was she crying because of me? Because of my engagement?

“Earth to Seb” I heard Maragarita say through a giggle. She was looking up at me patting my chest.

“Sorry, I just remembered I needed to check something. Excuse me, love.” I said kissing her temple as I rushed away.

I caught a quick glimpse of (Y/N) and started to follow toward her. But it felt like she was just out of reach. Right when I was about to catch her I watched her walk out the door. Just like all those years ago. She was gone.

Feeling used
But I’m
Still missing you
And I can’t
See the end of this
Just wanna feel your kiss
Against my lips
And now all this time
Is passing by
But I still can’t seem to tell you why
It hurts me every time I see you
Realize how much I need you


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So, a friend asked me today what I loved about Jared Padalecki and I started tearing up just thinking about it. ( he makes me emotional ok, I can’t help it)

Anyway, when I finally swallowed against the lump in my throat and was able to find my voice, I gave my best attempt to convey all the reasons why he means so much to me…

It’s his heart, his intelligence, how humble he remains despite his celebrity status. I love how much he cares about people and is so accepting of others.

I love that even when hate is directed at him, he tries to understand the person and why they might feel the way they do. He’s a gentle giant who wears his heart on his sleeve. A man who gives so much of himself and never asks for anything in return.

He’s beautiful, both inside and out. He stands up for himself and values his self worth, refusing to allow anyone to walk all over him or treat his fans with disrespect. He has a voice and isn’t afraid to use it. He adores his fans and continually makes time for us. He is ridiculously talented.

But mostly because he’s an inspiration to so many people, a man who believes that anything is possible if you have enough faith and encourages you to #AlwaysKeepFighting. He’s a humanitarian, a fighter and lover of truth who’s height is only surpassed by the size of his heart….


Originally posted by aborddelimpala

also can i cry for ten thousand years about how whenever lucifer is with chloe in this episode, he is gentle and supportive and reassuring and worried to find an answer, physically holds her and comforts her, is there for her when she wakes up, doesn’t do or say anything to hurt her, always puts his own feelings aside, is trying to be positive about their chances for saving her, never once again brings up his own anger or betrayal around her, and finally just quietly leaves, heartbroken, because he still has no belief at all that anything he has done for her matters or that it would make a difference

see, this is why they’ve allowed chloe to come so far. this is why she’s calling him and calling him and going to look for him and wants to start their relationship right where they left off and is ready to be together. lucifer has died multiple times and been tortured for her, and yet he has no belief at all that he is worthy of being loved or wanted. he’s exhausted, he’s done, he’s over, he’s at rock bottom. he’s been there for her for so long in ways she doesn’t know about at all. now she has to return the favor.

this is exactly the theme they’ve set up: proving that it’s real. lucifer has done his part, and right now, he’s thinking there was no point in it. that’s why it’s chloe’s turn to step up. she knows something is seriously wrong, she’s not going to stop until she finds out what, but she also has to come into the place of finally confronting the entire truth about who he is and who she is, and that is going to be MAJOR (and necessary) before they can reconcile.

(also can i point out in the scene with uriel, LUCIFER UNDERSTOOD IT WAS HIS CHOICE TO KILL HIM, he refused to accept that it was “just fate.” he took responsibility for it. now he’s gonna have to be taught how to do the same with chloe, but it was so much easier for him to take the guilt of an evil action rather than accept happiness for a good thing, and just stab me with a rusty spork it would hurt less.)

so yes. he’s fought for her so hard and so long. now it’s her turn.

i’m in so much pain but i need it bad.

Monsta X - The Clan 2.5 The Final Chapter: Beautiful

I honestly don’t even know where to begin. I am always and I mean always proud of Monsta X and the things they have accomplished over the past two years. Listening to this new album preview this morning for their first ever full album, I can’t control my emotions. They never cease to amaze me with their talent. They have grown so much and I remember thinking the same with their Fighter comeback. How have they grown so much again just since November. As a resident Wonho die hard I’m also obviously emotional over his achievement of finally getting his music on the album. He showed his composition potential in No Mercy and now here he is doing what he loves for the boys and fans that he loves. All he has wanted since their debut was to produce music for Monsta X and him achieving that fills my heart with so much pride. Monsta X is barely 2 years old and they have already achieved so much and grown more than I ever thought possible, and I have never regretted the decision to become a Monbebe. These boys bring me so much happiness with their music, and their personalities and I hope that we as a fandom can repay even half of that. Let’s make 2017 their year and show them our love ❤❤❤❤❤❤

Ideas of cute texts the Skam writer could give us (but probably won’t)

Jonas: So are you coming to the party tomorrow?
Isak: I’ll come
Isak: With Even :)

Magnus: So did you finally talk to Even or what?
Isak: *sends a (sfw) picture of them in bed*
Magnus: *heart eyes emojis x 5*

Dad: Are you ok? Why did you leave?
Isak: I’m sorry, Even needed me. All is well now.

Isak: Mum, I’m sorry I left, I had to go see my boyfriend. It was nice seeing you. I hope we can do this again soon. Hugs

Eskild: I recognize Even’s shoes in the hallway!!!!!
Eskild: Is he here?
Eskild: Are you guys back together???
Eskild: Answer, godson!!
Eskild: Do you want me to just barge in your room to check on you?
Eskild: Ok ok I get it, I’ll leave you to it
Eskild: I’ll forgive you if Even bakes some of his scrambled eggs for me, they smelled delicious last week
Eskild: Good night, if you know what I mean ;) ;) ;)


Final Fantasy 15 - Nyx Urlic

Nyx constantly makes my job just a tad bit harder. You can now see why I don’t really get my work done these days.

Does this count as inktober

Negan - Sick Day

Summary: Your one of Negan’s wives and today was your alone time together. But, your body had other plans. Now your sick, with a bad cold and running a fever. What would Negan do about this?

Warning: Cussing. Fluff. Slight Smut.

Negan-Sick Day

I was laying in bed, with my head pounding and nose stuff up. I was running a fever and was feeling like hammer shit. Why of all days do I need to be sick? I was so annoyed with this. I was finally going to have sometime with Negan,but nope my body had other plans. I can’t be sick, ain’t nobody got time for that.

“Hi doll face.” Negan said, coming into my room. “Are you fucken ready for some…” He rise his eyebrows as he looked down at me. “Jesus you look shitty.” He smirk when I flipped him off. “What? I’m just fucken saying doll face.”

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O, you always know how to make a girl feel better about herself.” I said and then I grabbed a tissue and started sneezing. “Sorry, I don’t think I’m going to be much fun for you today. But do you think… you can still stay with me?”

“Sorry doll face, I was fucken hoping to get some hankie pankie today. Plus your all fucken snotty and shit.” Negan said, going back to the door. “Call me when your fucken hot again doll face.”

“Whatever.” I said, rolling over as he started leaving. “When I’m hot again, all this shit is on lock down.”

I heard him let out a sigh and he slammed the door behind him. I was too sick to pick a fight with him about this. I just closed my eyes and went back to sleep.

Few Minutes Later…

I don’t know if I was dreaming or the fever was screwing with me, but I felt I was being carried. I tried to open my eyes, but I just saw nothing but a blur. Then I felt I was being put down and then… Was someone taking off my clothes? I felt I was being moved around like a rag doll. 

Then, I got picked up again and carried some more. Next thing I know, I felt I was getting lower down into something. I felt a slight chill and then my body started to feel relax. All the aches started slowing going away, along with my fever. 

I started feeling I was being moved around again. Then I felt my foot was being touch. I opened my eyes up, this time I could finally make out what was a front of me. There he was, laying in the tub with me as he rubbed my foot.

“Hi sleepy head.” Negan said, smiling at me as he kissed my foot “Feeling any fucken better doll face?”

“I thought I was suppose to call you when I’m hot again.” I said, glaring at him.

“Aw, don’t fucken be like that doll face.” Negan said, giving her a pouting face. “I was just fucking with you, that’s all.”

“It’s because I said, this was going to be on lock down, huh?” I said, rising my eyebrows at him.

“Yes.” Negan said, laughing a bit. “But beside that doll, I wasn’t going to fucken leaving my number one wife to fucken suffer alone like that.”

“Number one huh?” I said, smirking at him. “Doubt that.”

“Don’t doll face. After all, your in my fucken room and in my fucken bathtub.” Negan said. I looked around and he was right, I was in his room where none of us where allowed to be. “See doll?” I looked back at him. “It’s cause your my fucken number one wife and my fucken all time favorite.”

“Really?” I said, titling my head to the side.

“Really doll.” Negan said, smiling at me. “If you fucken weren’t I would let you fucken let you suffer like I did with the other wives when they got sick.” He put my foot doll. “Come here doll face and let daddy fucken take care of you.”

I went over to him and turned around, leaning my back against his chest. He started kissing my neck as he rubbed my arms and shoulders. Then, that’s when I felt it.

“Really Negan?” I said, looking up at him.

“What?” Negan said, smirking down at me. “Even though your fucken sick, your still fucken hot doll. Now, like I fucken said, let daddy fucken take care of you.”

He picked me up and pushing me down on to his lap. He pushed himself deep as I lean my head on his shoulders. I let out a moan as he put my legs on each side of the tub. He started moving his hips just the way I like it.  Hmm, maybe I should get sick more often. 

The End

Hope you guys enjoy this one shot I did. It was inspired by a conversation me and @wickednerdery. Some of the lines where from wickednerdey. Can’t wait to see your version of this one. :D

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Bucky Barnes x Reader (x uncle Tony Stark)

This is the final part of ‘Blush’ . Thank you all for reading and appreciating my work ! :) I know it isnt perfect, but its only the beginning ! And I also happened to reach 400 followers today ! Yay ! Thank you for the love, it means so much ! :*

“Just relax for a minute. Breath.” Wanda instructed Y/N, watching her pace the room.

“Hes going to hate me. Hes going to disown me !” Y/N said, hyperventilating.

“You can do this another time then” Wanda said.

“No. I gotta do this now. Get it over with” Y/N said, exhaling loudly and walking towards the door. “Just tell Bucky to stay off Tony’s floor for a while”

Wanda nodded, and gave her a reassuring smile.

                                * * *

Y/N stood in front of Tony’s office, losing all the courage she had mustered a few minutes before. She knocked on the door softly, and heard Tony say 'Come in’.

Y/N entered and alnost froze in place seeing Bucky sitting in front of Tony, a guilty look on his face.

“Good timing, Y/N” Tony said. “I was about to call you”

“W-why?” Y/N felt a huge lump in her throat.

Her eyes met Bucky’s briefly, and then settled back on Tony’s.

Tony frowned, watching his niece with narrowed eyes.

“Uh- Tony -”

“Why dont you sit down ?” Tony said slowly getting up from his seat.

He turned to look at Bucky.

“So what have you gotta say, Barnes?” He asked.

Y/N froze again. He knew. He KNEW! She stared at the two men in horror.

“Tony, Im really sorry-” Bucky said, “I didnt mean to !”

“Oh please, you didnt mean to ?! How can you even -”

“Tony, can I -” Y/N felt an urge to throw up.

“You dont say a word, Y/N! This is all on him !"  Tony said, silencing her. "You’re all so quick to support him, he thinks he can just -”

“Oh woah, thats so not true !” Bucky shot back.

“Is too !” Tony said.

“You guys - ” Y/N said. “Let me at least -”

“No!” Bucky and Tony stood face to face now, red faced and furious.

“Bucky this is NOT the way !” Y/N said, grabbing his arm.

“Y/N, you should probably just -” Tony began.

“How can you blame it all on him ?!” Y/N asked. “Seriously ?!”

“Y/N. DONT!” Bucky said, his eyes flashing a warning.

“Why not ?! 'Coz its not just you !”


“What the hell ?!” Tony looked at both of them with wide eyes. “Y/N , how can you be so STUPID ?!”

“Tony, I wanted to -”

She never got to finish her sentence, because the door burst open, and Nat rushed in.

“Tony” Nat began. “I can explain”

“What the bloody hell ?!” Tony gave Natasha an incredulous look.

“Is everyone is in this freakin’ tower CRAZY ?!” He said, going back to take his seat.

“Tony, you just cant -” Natasha paushed, searching for the right words.

“Natasha, I can handle this, seriously, why the hell are you here ?!” Bucky asked, thowing his hands up in frustration.

“You are so ungreatful, Barnes ! Hes gonna kill you anyway, I just thought backing you up a bit will help !” Nat shot at him. “And Y/N - she -”

“Nat, its alright” Y/N said in a small voice. “He had to know anyway - I didnt expect much -”


“Tony they just FELL IN LOVE ! Not bloody MURDER anyone !” Nat said.

There was a sudden silence in the room.

Bucky and Tony stared at Nat.

Y/N just stood silently, eyes closed.

The silence carried on for a moment, before there was another knock on the door, revealing Sam and Steve.

Studying the faces of the occupants of the room, Sam said “ Bad timing ?”

Steve walked in, straight to Tony and said, “He wasnt alone. We were with him”

Tony just stared back at Steve with his mouth hanging open. He reached into his coat pocket for a handkerchief, and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

“I just need a moment” He said, shaking his head, and taking a sip of water from the glass set on his table.

“Cap, you were saying ?” Tony asked, eyes fixed on Steve.

“He wasnt alone, Tony. Sam and I, we were with him. It was an accident - and we’ll pay for everything -” Steve said, in an apologetic voice.

“Pay for what ?” Nat asked, sharing a look with Y/N.

“Why do I have a feeling that we’re talking about different things?” Y/N asked, a hint of horror in her voice.

“Why dont you tell them, Barnes ?” Tony said, looking at Bucky.

Bucky exhaled noisily before speaking.

“We took Tony’s new car for a ride, and I was driving - ” Bucky said. “And kinda had a bit of an accident - it needs replacements now”

“Oh my God” Y/N said, covering her face with her hands.

“And now, what were you two saying ?” Tony was uncharacteristically calm.

“Tony, this was NOT how it was supposed to happen ! ” Y/N said, shaking her head. “I thought Bucky was here to talk about us -”

“Why do you need anyone else to talk to me for you, Y/N ?” Tony asked, softly. “Whats the worst that could happen ? I might throw him out, or maybe kill him like Nat said, but -”

“Tony !” Nat hissed.

“Im so sorry,” Y/N said. “I was afraid that you might hate me after this. But, I cant help it, Tony. I love Bucky. I havent felt this before - you know it !”

Tony remained silent.

“Its always been about grades and career, but Bucky showed me something else - I want him in my life, Tony. And I want you. ” Y/N said, walking towards Tony.

“I can stop if you want” Y/N said, taking Tony’s hand in her’s. “But, that’ll be it. Its going to be Bucky forever, Tony. No one else”

Tony looked at his little girl’s tear- streaked face. And then at Bucky, who stood with a pained expression, but eyes fixed on Y/N, which held so much love and adoration for her.

Tony looked away, trying to blink away any tears that had formed at the corner of his eyes.

He stood up, a hand tightly around Y/N’s shoulder.

“I’ve always been nothing but proud of you, Y/N. You’re my daughter - there is nothing in the world that can change that. And when have I ever said a 'no’ to you ?”

Y/N looked at Tony with wide eyes.

“Yes, its true that Barnes and I have a history of NOT liking eachother - and its not like hes killed my parents or anything -”

“TONY!” Steve and Natasha glared at him.

“Sorry - but hes a changed man, now. Incredibly STUPID, but still. And if it makes you happy, then, I want you to have it - without being guilty.”

Y/N burst out into tears, and flung her arms around Tony’s neck, crying into his expensive suit.

Tony’s eyes met Bucky’s, and a secret pact - of tolerence, and trust and staying by eachother’s sides for Y/N- was formed right there.

* * *

It was close to midnight, and Tony Stark stood at the roof of the Avengers Tower, watching the star studded sky.

“Cant sleep ?” Nat’s voice snapped Tony back to reality.

Tony shrugged, turning to look at her.

“Does it always look like that up there ?” He asked, looking back up at the sky.

Nat smiled.

“On special days I guess” Nat replied, looping her hands with Tony’s. “You did so good today, Tony. Im so proud of you”

Tony smiled back at her.

“After all these years - it felt like I did the right thing. For her. ” he said.

“You did. And for Barnes. After everything hes been throught”

Tony nodded.

“You’re a great dad, Tony”

Nat smiled at the soft blush that had settled on his cheeks.


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His Mates...Your Ex?

“Maybe we can just do this another day…” I glance at the door nervously.

“Y/N, you’ve put this off three times. The boys are going to think you hate them,” Joe chuckles, giving my hand a squeeze.

“Caspar knows I like him.”

“Caspar is only one of them. You need to meet the others.”

“But what if they don’t like me?” I ask, eyes wide.

“They’ll love you. Now, can we knock?” My boyfriend asks, and I finally nod, biting my lip as he does.

A moment later the door swing open, revealing a tall ginger.

“I’ve been waiting for you to knock for like five minutes.” He laughs, stepping aside so Joe and I can move into the flat.

“Sorry, she was a bit nervous.” Joe explains, and I shoot him a look before smiling up at the other man.

“No need to be nervous.” He reassures me. “I’m Josh by the way.”


“Come on in, the others are waiting.” Josh leads us further into the flat, and I feel my nerves escalate as I walk into the living room to see four other boys sitting on the couch, three of who are unfamiliar.

“Y/N!” Caspar jumps out of his seat, rushing over to hug me tightly. “You’re finally here!”

“Hi Caspar.” I laugh softly, patting his back.

“Remember buddy, she needs to breath.” Joe’s voice carries over to me, and Caspar pulls back, an apologetic smile on his face.


“It’s fine.” I tell him before he bounces back to his seat.

“Boys, this is Y/N. Y/N, these are the boys.” Joe begins to point at each one, naming them. “We have Josh, who you just met. Conor, Mikey, Oli, and of course, Caspar.” Then he looks around, before turning back to Conor. “Where’s your brother?”

“Right here!” A voice calls out, and its familiar to me, one I hadn’t heard in nearly two years.

I spin around, and my eyes widen as they fall on the person entering the room.



I blink in surprise before Jack moves forward, laughing as he sweeps me into a tight hug. “Holy shit.” He mumbles into my ear, and I can’t help but laugh as well, hugging him in return.

When we pull apart, he steps back, his eyes moving up and down my body.

“Still looking good as ever, I see.”

I feel my face grow warm and roll my eyes.

“Still a charmer, I see.”

“Always, babe.” Jack winks over at me.

Someone clearing their throat behind me draws my attention back to why we’re here, and I turn to look over at Joe, who’s watching the two of us intently.

“You two know each other, then.” He steps forward, his arm snaking around my waist. Jack’s eyes drop down to the movement before he meets Joe’s gaze.

“Ah, this is the girlfriend you wanted to introduce to us.”

“Yeah. This is Y/N. But you know that.”

“Yup. I do.” Jack chuckles lightly, and I feel Joe’s grip tighten on me slightly.

“How do you two know each other?” Joe asks tightly.

“Well, Jack is actually my ex.” I explain, watching Joe’s face for his reaction.

“Wait, this is the Y/N that left you?” Conor calls out, glancing from Jack to me. “Shit.”

Jack just shrugs, an easy smile still on his face. “This is her.”

“You left him?” Joe asks, glancing down at me, but I can feel his body relax slightly.

“Yeah, we just didn’t mesh.” I wrinkle my nose as I think back to when Jack and I dated. “We stayed in touch for a while, but then he moved.”

“And now you’re dating one of my best mates! How small the world is.” Jack shakes his head.

“Small indeed.” I reply.

“It’s not going to be weird, is it?” Joe questions, glancing over at Jack.

“No worries.” Jack tells him, “Unless you hurt her. Then you’ll have to worry.”

“And you?” Joe asks me, but I just smile up at him before I lift on to my toes, kissing him softly.

“Not weird at all. Besides, you are much better looking than Jack.”

“Oi, I heard that!”

“Good.” Joe and I say in unison, the rest of the group laughing.

I was cashiering one day when I was new to my current job (I work at a craft store). This musclehead comes up with 30-something items which immediately overwhelms me (I’m autistic, so I don’t deal well with the shittier parts of retail as it is). I had only been on cashier for a week at this point, so if a customer gives me shit, it goes downhill fast because I have no idea what to do.

It takes me longer than it probably should to scan everything, we do the transaction, and this guy pulls out a 25% coupon. AFTER he pays for everything.

Then this exchange happens

Him: If you could apply this coupon, that’d be great
Me: The transaction is done; I can’t apply it after the fact
Him: Can’t you just reopen the ticket?

(At which point my brain skips because how the fuck do you think a suspension ticket and a final receipt work the same)

Me: The only thing I can do is return everything and repurchase
Him: (Quietly) …okay 8)

(Brain skips again)

I’m the only one at the register at this point and there’s an ever-growing line behind this douchebag. And he expected me to stand there and rescan 30-something items over a 25% coupon. And he tries to make it my fault, because of course he does. I didn’t see his coupon, so obviously I’m just incompetent, because I’m a retail employee and human error isn’t allowed.

He’s pointing out the obvious line and hovering over me, staring at me as I re-ring everything, trying to intimidate me in this macho position with his arms crossed, like he’s going to beat me up if I mess up or something. I also have math anxiety and momentarily loss track of the change I was supposed to give him, ‘cause he paid with a $100 bill, and he’s giving me shit the whole goddamn time like I singlehandedly ruined his day.

This was MONTHS ago and I’m still pissed off about it. The guy clearly had anger issues but what the FUCK, man.

I probably have to pick Rafa [as my toughest opponent]. The way he played or plays against me, it’s always been extremely difficult for me. Plus I played way too many clay court matches against him, that kind of scarred me against him. He beat me [chuckling] a lot of times in those finals, time and time again, and he just showed me what he could do. That’s why I hope for him that he can come back extremely strong again because I think the world needs Rafa and his game. I think his game is extraordinary, his fighting spirit and his proffesionalism that he brings to the game. I reall enjoy watching him and it’s been tough against him. I feel like every match I’ve won against him, almost counts double for me.
—  Roger Federer about his toughest opponent [source and video]