coming at you like a flannel

What I want, Is Ryan Haywood: Chapter two

Second Chapter that I had no Idea I would write. Also I’m going to keep tagging @drawy-things until they tell me to fuck off lmao.

In an instant, Dollface has drawn her knife, hidden behind the flannel shirt she wears. She reaches up, grabbing a fistful of Danny’s shirt and bringing him down to her level, the blade to his throat. “How do you know that name!?” She spits, speaking through her teeth.

The girls atop the ramp see the little commotion between the two, having been watching them like hawks to make sure Dollface is safe. They all slide down, coming to their leaders aid, standing well back though. They know she’s tough, but everyone needs help at some point.

“It’s all I know about the Vagabond.” Danny answers, feeling the blade start to slice into his skin as he talks. His voice is calm and even. He can’t show fear to Dollface… then she’d never help them.

“I’m not helping you.” She growls. “I should just kill you right here and now.” She goes on, pressing the slightest bit harder, watching as blood starts to slip from the little cut. Thin, almost barely there beads of blood roll down the pink and silver of the blade, glinting in the ever changing lights.

“You owe Suzie. You have to help us.” Danny reminds her, feeling his adams apple being crushed a bit by the blade.

Danny can see harsh hatred in Dollface’s eyes. Her beautiful brown eyes almost never looked so malice filled. “I loved Suzie… but she isn’t here anymore. Ryan and the guys are here.” Dollface snaps.

Danny slowly begins to lift one of his hands. The motion startles Dollface, making her jerk, press harder. Danny swallows hard, but continues the motion. She watches his hand as he moves to hers holding the knife. He lays his hand on hers, “They abandoned you.” Danny explains.

Danny can see Dollface frown behind her mask, glaring at him. “You aren’t apart of them anymore… they only care about themselves… and that doesn’t include you.” He goes on.

The anger that had been building in Dollface finally erupts. She takes the fist holding onto Danny’s shirt and pulls back. For a split second, Danny thought she was coming to terms, but before he knew it, the wind was being knocked right out of his chest.

Danny stumbles back, gasping for air. For such a small women, she could pack a fucking punch. “You don’t think I know that!?” She shouts, anger bubbling into her chest.

Danny catches his breath quick enough to stop her there, “You!… You should… You should want to help me then!” Danny explains, still fighting for more air. The hazy air in the room making it harder to breath.

Dollface huffs. The crew betrayed her… burned her… literally. She wears the mask for a reason. But she vowed to never betray them… she would never stoop to their level… But now she’s in a tight spot… she knows she has to help Danny. She owes Suzie…

“… Meet me out back.” She snaps at Danny. She slips her blade back into its place and turns, walking past her girls. The girls quickly follow, fussing over their leader. Danny sighs.

He turns back as well, heading towards where Arin is waiting. As he walks, he brings a hand to his throat, feeling the stinging cut. He takes his hand away, seeing blood on his palm. He shakes his head.

Waiting near the door to the skate park is Arin, leaned against the wall, having watched the whole interaction. “Thanks for the help, dick.” Danny snaps, punching Arin’s shoulder. Arin mock whines, holding his shoulder as the two leave.

“We’re supposed to meet her out back. She’s going to help us.” Danny explains when Arin asks what happened.

“What the hell is your deal with the Vagabond? You got a death wish I should know about?” Arin asks as they walk out of the building.

“Something like that.”

 SO TODAY I was walking to college down a main road, it was really windy (as you might imagine with all the cars) and I was preocupied with keeping a grip on my beanie when I saw these two women walking a little way ahead of me on the other side of the road. One of these ladies was a bit taller than the other and they were holding hands (aww), the taller kinda butch lady had a flannel shirt on (double aww) and her partner/friend was wearing a cute cream and beige hijab. Now I swear to God this is relevant, wait for it.

A massive gust of wind suddenly comes tearing along the main road. I nearly lose my backpack, to give an idea of how bad it was. I look up and see the wind rip off this poor girls hijab and send it spiriling away down the street. (She had an undercap on so no major crisis but still, right.) 

Before. You. Can. Blink. Our taller flannel-wearing girlfriend of the year TEARS off her flannel like lesbian Clark f***** Kent, throws her shirt over her partners head, and BAM she sprints off LIKE A SHOT after the hijab. 

like 10/10, damn son, holy cheesits burrito, that is the very definition of chivalry and romance right there. 

vernon; the boy next door (m)

genre/warnings: fluff/romance/smut, flangst, adorkableness, use of non-penetrative sex toys, (not so) dry humping

word count:  14737

feat: Hansol Vernon Chwe/Original Female, Joshua, Jeonghan + various 

prompts: roommate!Vernon, silliness, cuddles, mac n’cheese = love 

(a/n) my birthday project for my muse. thank you for everything vern:) and kisses for @vernkn​ who gifed my soft sweater vernon aesthetic. enjoy!

She loved Joshua Hong.

When she was so graciously offered to live in her aunt’s vacation penthouse close to her university of choice, the only catch was that she had to pay some of the bills. Completely fair, because it was a kind enough gesture to give away a freshly furnished space to a niece you barely talked to. Luckily, there was enough room for another guest, enough to split the rent.

So in comes the savior of her life, brother from another mother, Joshua Hong, decked out in sandy beige Sperry’s and ironed white jeans. Fresh from South California, he wore their sunshine on his smile, and their attitude in his Cheshire eyes. He was attending the same university as well, and was conveniently looking for a means to stay. Needless to say, she pounced on him at orientation before he could ask anyone else.

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bare your souls

Summary: Bucky says I love you for the first time || bucky barnes x reader || oneshot

Warnings: light smut but there is some

Note: ALL THE FLUFF!!! also, thank god for personal hotspots or this wouldn’t have been posted util tomorrow; this is terrible anyways so it probs wouldn’t have made a difference

i’ll put this on my masterlist in the next few days

Originally posted by seabasschino

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And then all of a sudden you find that all your broken pieces start coming back together. This fits here and that goes there, and little by little you start to build back up. You can breathe again, and remember when that felt like it’ll be the last thing you ever do? Look at you now. And even if it only took one person to be the reason for the storm in your eyes, you finally realize that another could be the reason why you never give up…

I guess it really all does happen for a reason, the good and the bad.

—  c.f. // “I told you better was coming”
The Hulk’s Daughter

Originally posted by hamilll

Peter Parker x Reader

The Hulk’s Daughter

Warnings: None?

Author: Morgan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ughhhh, I know.”

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

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

“Little crush, huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

“T-thank you.”

“Don’t pass out.” Bruce muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So uh, your dad is the Hulk, huh?”

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

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

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

“So, you and Parker, huh?”

“What? I just met him.”

“Remember: I know everything.” She winked.

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

“You’ll have to get in line.”

Why MM:FR Was the Most Tasteful Action Movie I’ve Seen

Things that the film handled with restraint:

Rape: As countless people have said – Half of the movie’s main cast consists of sex slaves. And there’s not a single rape scene. 

Gore: The film looks exactly the type to be ultra-violent a la Quentin Tarantino. But it’s not. The one gory moment is one that you can see coming from miles away and lasts only for a second. And even then, it’s not terrible. Considering this, the movie probably could have had a PG-13 rating with minor alteration.

Sexualization: Five women wearing nothing but gauze sounds like a recipe for anything but what we got; no lingering, awkward, bodily shots. There was even a scene with a completely naked young woman with the camera focused directly on her. Guess what. The camera treated her exactly as if she were wearing flannel pajamas.

Degradation of women: Bad people get upset. We get that. Sometimes they like to swear at our heroines. And yet no one felt the need to say “bitch,” “cunt,” or “whore.” How a film managed to present about the least female-friendly society you can imagine but treated its female characters with more respect than 99% of action movies is beyond me.

Things that the film did not handle with restraint:

FLAMETHROWER GUITAR.

Gender equality: No one once says “Women are ___,” or “Men are ___.” It almost seems like outside of Immortan Joe’s freakishly utilitarian society, men and women get along just fine. Huh. Weird.

Death: Good and bad people die alike on the Fury Road; very quickly. It’s your typical action movie body count. But in a move that’s both odd and brilliant, the film spends a good amount of it’s scarce dialogue detailing what death means to the characters. For some, it’s a suicidal call to honor. For others, it’s a necessary risk to bring about more life. People die in droves. And it’s sad. Death matters.

Criticism: This is about the most critical movie of gender inequality, capitalism, and fascism I’ve ever seen without anyone ever mentioning gender inequality, capitalism or fascism.

COMPASSION: I can’t state this enough. This is a post-apocalyptic genre movie where people kill each other over sex slaves, border disputes, and cars and its message is hope and compassion. The biggest, most heroic moment of the movie is an act of healing, not an act of violence. WHOA.

It’s been one of those surreal days where nothing seems quite real, like you’re in Whole Foods and two seperate people scream “TUMBLR MOM?!” at you across the aisles and tell you at length about their plans for Pride, and then you end up having a 20 minute conversation with LGBT campaigners outside, signing up to give a monthly contribution but also talking about your poly queer paranormal romance book coming out later in the year and ending up giving the person your author details so they can find you, while also complimenting me on my flannel shirt.

Today couldn’t have been more queer positive if I’d actually tried.

Shock Horror

(Gif source: x)

Characters- Dean x Reader, Sam
Summary- Dean comes back from a witch hunt not quite himself. You do your best to help, and hope that it’s enough.
Word Count- 1,889
Warnings- Angst, Fluff, Language.
Beta- @jpadjackles  **re-edited**
A/N- Prompt: ‘Caught Up In You’ by 38 Special Requested by @anon. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! Also, thank you all so much for 2.5k followers! I love y’all so much <3


As you crouch in front of the open passenger door, you look over the man in the bench seat. The man you see is far removed from the usual Dean Winchester you knew. He’s eerily quiet, sitting stiffly as he stares, unseeing, out of the windshield. The impala is parked in the bunker’s garage, but he just sits there, motionless, except for the occasional lethargic blink.

When Sam and Dean came back from their hunt, you expected them to be in one of two moods. The first and most preferred was the giddy excitement of a job well done, beers and pie all around. The second was less desired, the quiet thoughtfulness of a rough hunt.

Right now you would take the quiet over this.

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Double Team

Title: Double Team

Summary: Sam and Dean get rough when they double team you in the shower. Inspired by this imagine (x).

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Sam Winchester x female reader x Dean Winchester (no Wincest)

Word Count:  1883

Warnings:  nsfw, threesome, explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, fingering,

Author’s Notes:  Thank you @mamapeterson for the advice and being my always awesome beta. I wrote this because my brain needed a break from the plot driven piece I’m working on, so I hope you guys enjoy some gratuitous smut. Let’s just put it out there that this is going to be one seriously cold shower by they time they’re done, I know that. Suspend your disbelief and pretend it’s a never ending hot shower. :-)

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Flannels & Shotguns

Sam x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Oversized flannel. Because everybody needs to be warned about that.

Forever Tags: @Freaksforthewin , @thewinhunter, @cambriacaneatnoodles, @brokennoone , @youtubehelpsmesurvive , @chrisevansthedoritobastard , @winchesters-favorite-girl , @we-know-a-little-about-a-lot @godh8salyssa @dean-baby-Winchester @straightasdeanwinchester@animexchocolate@fabulouslycassie@lizbeth-loves-bobear @nicolesyneah25 @lemonadegazeelle


“Daddy, wait for me!” You bounded the corner. Dragging a small child size suitcase and doing your best to pull up the extra long sleeves on your arms.

“Munchkin, what are you doin’?” Dean came over to you, leaning against the nearest wall while smiling with his arms crossed.

“I wanna beat up monsters too.” You said energetically. Fully expecting them to let you go.

Sam, came into view. Laughing at the sight before him. There you were. Hair in a messy style from just waking up. Tugging a bag no doubt full of stuffed animals behind you. Wearing one of his flannels which fit like an extra long dress in your tiny body.

“Daddy already talked to you about going. It’s too dangerous, sweetheart.” He crouched down in front of you. Making it so you were near eye level with each other.

“Nuh-uh!” You sassed back at him. “An look, Daddy. My shirt can protected me just like you an Unkie Bean!” Waving your arm and flapping the sleeve, you showed him what you meant.

Both of the boys laughed lightly. Trying to not let you hear in fear of offending your four year old mind.

“Our flannels? How could they protect you?” He reached outward, taking your sleeve and rolling it up so your hands could be used properly.

“Betuz you always wear them and always come back to home. They protected you.” You spoke so innocently. “So they can protected me too, Daddy!” The words giggled off your lips.

“Dad, I think she’s figured out your secret.” Dean piped into the conversation, giving Sam a once raised eyebrow.

“I think you’re right, Dean.” Sam sighed. “You know what that means?” His attention directed towards you.

“What?” You asked with a small twinkle in your eye.

“It means you’re ready to be a hunter like us.” He laughed as you beamed with excitement and joy.

“But there’s rules. You’ve got to start at the beginning where all the big girls start. And soon you’ll be hunting the monsters with uncle and Daddy.” Dean spoke to you as he slipped his jacket on over his own flannel.

“Uncle Cas is going to teach you some hunting skills while we’re gone. Think you can get pass the first part of hunter training?” Eagerly you nodded at Sam.

Without a moment to spare you dropped the handle on your suitcase, letting it hit the ground as your small “combat” boots slapped against the ground as you ran towards the kitchen.

“Cassy! We has to go on a hunt so I can big girl hunt with Daddy and Uncle!” You yelled in a happy yet determined tone.

The only hunting in your future would be Easter Egg hunting.

Jughead Jones | My little Serpent

Count of words: 2567

Warnings: super long, longer than intended, fluff, maybe kind of spoiler about the season finale but I guess you have all seen it. I SWEAR I DIDN’T INTEND ON WRITE SUCH A LONG IMAGINE BUT I’M PROUD!

A/N: this is seriously as good as it could be. It is currently very late at night and while I was trying to sleep I couldn’t cause someone is having a wedding on the next street and there are fireworks, which I’m scared of so heeey I got a distraction…..I swear this is 100% your average big greek fat wedding going on in that house. IT’S BEEN ALMOST 6 HOURS NOW!!! Sorry I rumble about this… Anyway enjoy my late night creation ♥

PS. Let’s pretend that Fred was either not shot or survived the shot…

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@tayrae515 asked:
Ok so don’t hate me but I had another idea! Could you do one where you are once again Archie’s younger sister and you and Jughead are really close friends so when he became a serpent you were around them a lot and became friends of the serpents and because they take care of there own the offer you a jacket to and Archie and Betty and the gang find out and get upset, they feel like they already lost Juggie and don’t want to lose another friend but you join and idk fluff? Jughead x reader. 💕💕💕


Even with all that crazy stuff following you ever since the death of Jason Blossom, you thought that for once you could have a quiet day. And you did, but not for long. You woke up that morning with your brother, Archie, and his best friend ,and roomate, Jughead jumping on top of you. They were laughing while trying to wake you up to have break fast and go to school with them. As soon as you realised what was going on the two dorks started tickling you and the extreme laughter combined with the extreme ab exersise you were getting by it didn’t really let you talk. “Stop! Stop you are killing me,” you yelled. “DAD! SAVE ME!” You called at him after seeing him standing by the door, admiring the joyfull moment before him. “Hey, boys, enough,” he tried stoping him but the didn’t stop. “Well, you know what they say, Y/N. ‘If you can’t stop them, join them’ .“ “NO!” You screamed as your dad joined the two boys tickling you; more like stabbing you, with their fingers. 

“I hate you all,” you said at the two boys sitting in front of you eating breakfast trying to suppress their chuckles. “She’s right, you know,” your father butted in jokingly. “Oh, you don’t talk,” you grumped and went on with your breakfast as the man let out a breathy laugh.

The day seemed to be rather calm. You know, stupid classes, small breaks, lunch with your brother and his friends; in which Jughead would not stop tickling you. You really had no idea why they were like that today but you liked it. As much as you hated to admit you liked it. But, your quiet day came to an end as soon as you walked inside your house with your brother and your close friend short behind you. 

As you stepped a foot inside you spotted a woman around the age of your father talking to him. “Hey, guys. This is Ms. Weiss from Social Services. She’s, uh, she’s Jughead’s case worker.” Your father declared as soon as he saw you three. You all seemed shocked and you were. While the boys walked towards the small kitchen you followed close behind. “Jughead, I know how terrible and emotional the last few days have been for you. Your father’s facing serious jail time. Your mom’s over-extended and out of state. We just want to make sure that you’re taken care of.” The woman admitted and Archie butted in , “Well, he can keep staying with us, right, Dad?” Your father simply sent him a sad smile telling him that he already offered. At that moment you knew what was coming. You took Jughead’s arm in your hands and held it firmly, while you later proceeded on hugging it close you your body and interwine your fingers together. He turned his gaze on you for a second smile at the sight of you like this. No, you were not together, not that it would bother you. But Jughead was the person you truly fitten in with. He was quiet and so were you. You were the two members of the little group of friends that would never talk, and when you were it would mostly be between you two and you would be just making sarcastic remarks. “Great, so what’s the problem?” You asked even though you knew the answer.  “It was a DUI. After your mom left. Look, we can talk about this later but between that and my cash flow problem, it knocks me out.” Your father explained as Jughead gave your hand a reasuring squeeze. “There is a family on the Southside that’s offered to foster you. They’re good people, they’ve worked with us before.” The woman added while looking at him. “That doesn’t sound completely horrible.” Jughead reasoned, saying that mostly for you to hear. “It does mean you’ll be in a different school district, Jughead, and you’ll have to transfer schools.” That’s when you lost it. The only person you were comfortable around in school was going to tranfer to the southside. Great, wasn’t that just great?

After leaving them and dashing into your room you were completely unaware of anything else that was said. All you could do was stay in your room and try to calm down a bit. There was a soft knock on the door and without having anytime time to answer the sudden visitor opened the door. “Are you ok?” A person you recognised as Jughead asked. You slowly rearrenge your posistion so you could look at him. “Do I look ok?” you replied with tear stained eyes. “Oh, little one, come here. I’m not gonna be that far away,” he said hugging you close to his body. “I’ll tell you what. I will be staying at my dad’s house, ok? And you will be coming over as frequently as you would like, ok? We could even have sleepovers!” He cheered trying to explain to you that it was not the end of the world. “Yeah, ok. But you will not be there with me at school. How will I do that?” you asked, probably acting like a baby but you didn’t care. “Well, uhm, I could give you my beanie but we both now I won’t,” he said jokingly and making you smlie, “but I will give you one of my flannels. You can wear it on school and it’ll be as if I’m there, yeah?” He said giving you a peck on the forehead. “Good. Want me to sleep here tonight?” he asked and you simply nodded as he started getting comfortable in the bed and pulling you towards his body, embrassing yoy and allowing the heat to warm your small body up in this cold night. “The door stays open,” your father called passing by, always destroying the moment.

It had already been a couple of days ever since Jughead moved to the southside and you spent most of your time there.You would finish school and then you would instantly run to FP’s trailer to meet Jug and today was not going to be any different. The thing was that before that Jughead would come over so you all would go to the Jubilee together and as much as he hated it he did it for you. He walked inside and was stunned after he saw you. You were standing by the kitchen island with your brother and mother. A stunning off-the-shoulder tight-fitted black dress, falling down to your knees. You looked absolutely stunning and Jughead could not hide it. “Oh, Jug’s here,” your mother called and you saw the boy looking at you all. “Jug!” You called and walked up to hug him. “Hey little one,” he said hugging back and giving you a forehead kiss. “Are they a thing?” Your mother asked Archie silently that replied with a disappointed no. “I think we should head off,” your dad said and grabbed his car keys as you all walked to the truck.

After the boring dance was over… Well, it was not so boring. I mean you had Betty’s speach and your brother sing with his current love intrest, and your mum being annoying and a lot more things, but let’s stick to boring. So, after the boring dance was over you and Jughead were going to walk to his father’s trailer, watch a movie and you would then sleep here. And that’s exactly what happened, with a little twist. You made it to your destination and walked inside. Jughead offered you a shirt of his he knew would be huge on you and a pair of his boxers as shorts, knowing that his sweatpants would be enormous on you. You were after all tiny in front of him, but he found that cute. Not that you knew. After putting that on you found Jughead sitting on the couch turning on the TV to find a good movie, and knowing him it would probably be some great old one or a scary movie since he was always amused when you got scared. But his actions were stopped when there was a knock on the door. He walked outside but you didn’t know what happened until you got out as well to see what took him so long and he was wearing his father’s Serpent jacket. When he saw you he seemed scared of your reaction but you took it surprisingly well. You even said that he looked like a very dark version of Clark Kent with the hair and all, or like a younger and more adorable version of Damon Salvatore. After that you continued doing what was on your original plans.

Your brother and his friends were devastated when they saw Jughead walk inside Pop’s wearing his Serpent jacket. Betty was shocked to say the least, while your brother seemed angry, Veronica didn’t think much of it and neither did Kevin so they just kept on making jokes and comments like the ones you did when he was given the jacket. The downside of this was that you were going to have your brother talk about this for a long long time, but you would indeed avoid it as much as possible. 

It had been about a week since Jughead became in charge of the southside Surpents, since his father was the ‘leader’ before. But he did have help both from you and a man’s that was second-in-command that took his dad’s place until Jughead came to the southside. Due to that and because you and him seemed to become even closer with everything that happened you spent a lot of time together in the southside, either just walking around and talking, or staying at his house, or some times spending a lot of time in the Whyte Wyrm. Everyone was surprised and you constantly had your brother or father trying to keep you from going there with Jug, but you didn’t seemed to care. The thing is the Serpents accept you as their own, they got your back not matter what. Like that time this girl from your school started calling you names and some of them happened to be around they did everything to protect you from her and make sure you didn’t actually believe everything she said. They even had one of their own stick around you just to make sure you were ok but your brother didn’t know. 

One day you all were going to hang out over at Jug’s so you, your brother and the girls were driving there in Archie’s truck. Just as you stepped outside a bunch of Serpents appeared in front of you. Betty got scared, thinking they would attack you or something, since they were told you to stop walking, and she hurried to get Jughead. He walked towards you watching as the second-in-command came over to you and hugged you. “Look,” he began, “we see your friends here are like family to you, you are one of them. But you are family to us and you are one of us. And you know how we take of our own. So we wanted you to know that we will keep on taking care of you, kid. It’s always good when you stick around and, well, we thought you deserve to have this. You deserve to have this cause, as I said you are one of us.” He finished. It was so sweet how much these people cared for you. I mean you grew up with the idea that they are vicious and bad. But they’re not. They are nice people; different people that are under the influence of the stereotypes. You smiled at the man and reached for the jacked but Archie stopped you. “Y/N, no. Don’t you dare. You are not a surpent. You are one of us.” He said. “He’s right, Y/N. You don’t belong with them but with us.” Veronica butted in, agreeing with the stupidity of my brother. “We already lost Jughead to the serpents,little one, we can’t lose you as well,” said Betty adding to the anger that began to boil inside of you. “You are joking right? You don’t mean this stupid things you said.” You mumble. “No, Y/N we’re not,” replied Archie. You looked down for a second contemplaiting what was going on exactly, and then you did what your friends and brother didn’t want you to. You grabbed the jacket from the surpent and wrapped it around your body. After a long time you felt like home. You felt that you truly belonged somewhere. The serpents start cheering on your decision the one that gave you the jacket even hugged you once again. Jughead stared in aw as the two girls with Archie walked inside.

The serpents left and both you and Jughead walked inside meeting a furious Archie, a disappointed Betty and an annoyed Veronica. “What’s wrong with you guys?” You asked trying to understand why they all were like that. “What’s wrong? You ask what’s wrong? Y/N, you are no serpent. You are my sister. They are no good for you.” Archie said pacing up and down the small space. “Arch are you joking? They are amazing people. At least most of them. They treat me like family, they take care of me. They have on of their own to keep an eye on me and make sure I’m safe with all that shit you guys get yourselfs into and drag me into as well.” You fired back at him. “Wow, Y/N, wow.” Betty said looking at you with a very disappointed, almost discussted look. Tears pricked your eyes as this kept going on for a while. “Just don’t come home until you find a way to explain this to dad,” he said in an angry matter. “That’s it. Get out. All of you get out. And don’t come talk to me or her until you stop being irrational.” Jughead yelled, seeing how these words hurt you. You started sobbing in an instand as Archie said that and Jughead pulled you into his arms. Archie tried to apologise but Jug didn’t let him. “I said leave. Now.” He chanted once more since your brother wouldn’t leave. Eventually he did and Jughead picked you up and walked to the couch.

The whole night you spent on that couch. He would say things to calm you down but your tears would not stop. He wouldn’t give up though. He would hold you in his arms stroking your hair and back in attemts to relax you. “It’s ok Y/N. It’s gonna be alright. You can stay here for as long as needed. You know the serpents love you. I love you,” he said. You stopped crying after he said that and you just stared at his face. “Yo-you love me?” You asked surprised. Jug didn’t reply so you took matters in your own hands and you kissed him. You kissed him with so much love you had never shown to anyone. “I love you too,” you uttered before the boy took you in his arms bridal style and run to the bedroom playfully as you laughed. He seemed so happy you said that, so he threw you on the bed and run to the window and opened it. “My little serpent loves me back,” he screamed repeatingly so every one would know.

nursey week day 7 - red

Dex is grinning at his phone when Nursey sits down across from him at the table. Nursey doesn’t say anything, because Dex doesn’t smile nearly as often as he should, and he doesn’t want to ruin it. Dex catches him staring when he looks up, though, so Nursey’s kind of forced to recover with a chirp.

“What’s got you all smiley? Did Aerosmith announce a reunion tour?”

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CONFRONTATION PART 1: Do you truly know who will win?

So. Here is the 3rd sequel/installment of Mistaken Identity and Manipulation. I’ve decided to call the series, which I will guarantee will be seen till the end of this idea of mine, as “Intrusion”, which the reason is pretty obvious. Will also tag them all by #intrusioncomic so navigation to the comic will be easy.

Thank you for the people who supported me and encouraged me to do this comic! Hope you’re liking it so far! You can comment your thoughts about it lol hasdhosdakd Also the comic’s pretty long.

Part 2 (x)

(Also, a little note I hope y'all saw: Dark coming to the prison wearing the ‘Lucky Flannel’ is basically a slap to the face to Mark. )

I wrote things about you because you gave me the slightest bit of hope in this world, that despite the hurricane, there’s some good in this life. I wrote things about you because you gave me a little bit of love, or at least what I thought was love, and I wanted so much more. I wrote things about you because I wanted you to be different, I wanted you to give me the love that I gave you, I wanted you to stay…

But like all things in this life, the truth starts unraveling and all of sudden it hits you like a freight train - what was once there might’ve been just your imagination this whole entire time. And you feel foolish, because you gave your all and he gave you nothing.

And so I still write things about you, not because I still love you, but because I remember what it felt like to have someone drown you, scratching at the air just to catch a breath without even laying a finger on you. I remember what it felt like having all this faith in the world, but slowly one by one, physically seeing it start to get smaller and smaller until it’s just a piece of dust sitting in the middle of your palm. I remember what it felt like to see the light in your eyes, what it felt like to hear all those never ending promises, what it felt like to be loved.

And I remember how you left; not a word, not a sound, just footsteps out the door leaving me with a burning throat and cracks in my heart to carry on with.

Yeah I remember all of that. Doesn’t mean I love you, doesn’t mean I still want you. It just means you let me live, and it just means that I know how to survive when people like you come around next time.

—  c.f. // “i don’t love you anymore, but you’ll always carry a piece of me with you”
Netflix - Smut

Originally posted by alfatwolf

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 2,997
Request: Can you plz do a imagine where Stiles and the reader have a Netflix and chill date? Oh, and smut if you would like to add it. -bye I love your writing! ❤ 
AN: Sorry this took so long! I’ve been distracted lately. Also I didn’t edit this very well so excuse my mistakes. xoxoxox Thanks to @toppunks for looking at this for me.


Kira slammed her locker door, raising an eyebrow at you. “You’re not coming to the party?”

You shook your head, your arms tightening around the books you were holding. “Nah. I’m not in the party mood.”

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that Stiles isn’t going either, would it?” Lydia asked from beside you, a knowing look on her pretty face.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “No. What Stiles Stilinski chooses to do does not dictate my every decision.”

“You could have fooled me.” Malia deadpanned.

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Dean’s Flannel

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Summary: Flannel is a standard in the hunting world but it slowly becomes something more for Dean and the reader…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,300ish

Warnings: language, implied smut

A/N: Written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘s Favorite Things Challenge. My prompt was “Flannel”…


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how to tell a femme lesbian from a straight girl (the answer u wont like)

so when i mean if u know how to look you can spot a straight girl from a femme lesbian i dont mean like. show me a picture of a het and a femme and i’ll be able to spot the lesbian (i might be able to but its not bc of how they look)

i know yall arent gonna like this post bc its based off generalizations but uh. generalizations are how u make judgements abt things without flat out asking someone so unless u think its better to assume the statistically speaking less-likely scenario then this is ur best bet

the vast majority of my gaydar relies on body language, social cues, behaviors, and what information a person chooses to share when the subject of sexuality comes up

obviously none of those things are 100% foolproof, my gaydar has been wrong before (like everyones has) and all that other disclaimer bullshit, but if u know what to look for u can probably figure it out (again, not every lesbian acts this way and some straight girls do act this way, dont call me a heterophobe or accuse me of “stereotyping lesbians” bc i do not have the patience for that bullshit and i will block u dont try me tonight)

heres the deal: lesbians have very different life experiences than straight women. there comes a time in every lesbian’s life where u have to come to terms with the fact that the entire universe revolves around men but ur entire universe has nothing to do with them and frankly doesnt give a damn about them. u end up disconnected from the entire world, questioning your own value and usefulness, and all kinds of other angsty lesbian things. we all know this.

and straight girls dont experience that. obviously straight women dont base their entire lives around men. im not claiming they do. but straight women’s universes inherently include men, and the socialization that straight women and lesbians experience gives two different outcome because you have two different initial conditions

when push comes to shove, men are essentially irrelevant from lesbians’ lives. outside of compulsory heterosexuality, we don’t have anything to prove to them. yeah we might be friends with them, but at the end of the day, how men feel about us is. irrelevant tbh.

a straight girl will care about how the men around her view her, through things like body checking (which lesbians can also partake in, mind u) and y making an effort to like. include and be active in men’s lives because they are men. straight women like men and they like men’s company. yeah, they’ll joke about “hating men” but at the end of the day they go home to their boyfriends or husbands and spend the rest of their lives with a man. (i am aware bi women do this too, but bi women’s experiences are fundamentally different from straight women’s experiences bc they arent straight, and this post is specifically abt lesbians vs straight women)

u have to overcome a lot of shit to be a lesbian, to call urself a lesbian, to know ur a lesbian. and that doesn’t happen without changing who u are deep down. lesbians hold their heads high, they dont fuck around, and they give off vibes. they prioritize women. they disregard men. they dont subconsciously cater to the men in the room. they pay more attention to women. they shy away from affection from men.

they also dont talk abt how much they love men. we all went to sleepovers with straight girls, we all got the dreaded “who do u like” question, and we all heard our straight girl friends talk aout the guys they like. a lesbian never praises some mediocre white guy because he’s “got nice hair” or whatever. they might shrug off comments about them not having a boyfriend, avoid talking about celebrities they like, and generally be vague when it comes to conversations about love. and u know why, lesbians generally dont start talking about being gay around a pack of straight girls who will immediately recoil at their once-believed-straight-now-evil-homosexual-friend’s touch

lesbians get a shit lot in life, to be frank. and u can see it. u can hear it. you can watch it. what do u do that u do bc ur a lesbian that isnt flannels and docs? how has being a lesbian influenced you? do u avoid eye contact with men? consciously sit near women at all times, stare a pretty classmate, avoid talking about boys? look for that same behavior in other women. it’s subtle, but if u pay attention you’ll see it

please dont respond to this post without reading it in its entirety or accuse me of making generalizations, this entire post is built off generalizations bc its abt gaydar so

I recognize every lesbian’s experience is different and of course if u make assumptions about someone based off a complex and often ambiguous communication such as body language you can be dead wrong bc every human being is different

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Helpless

“Dean, don’t run away from me!” You barged into the motel room right as Dean threw a lamp. He hadn’t meant for it to happen, but it did. The base of the lamp caught you hard in the temple, knocking you unconscious. 

“Fuck, Y/N, no!” Dean was instantly at your side, turning you from your stomach to your back and cradling you in his arms. He grabbed his flannel from the bed, using it to apply pressure and stop the bleeding from your head. “Come on, sweetheart. Wake up!” 

Hot tears dripped onto your face as you stirred, a small groan coming from the back of your throat. “Y/N/N I’m so sorry.” Dean pulled you to his chest as soon as he saw your eyes open, crushing you against him. “I never meant for you to get hurt. That’s why I ran. You can’t be around me like this.” 

“It’s ok, Dean.” You murmured against his chest, repositioning yourself around him, running one hand through his hair and running the other over the angry red mark on his arm. He tried to pull it away but you tightened your grip, refusing to let him pull back this time. “I’m the only one who can make this better. You heard what Cain said. You won’t hurt me. Not on purpose.” 

Dean pushed you back, looking into your eyes. “No, but I already hurt you. Look at you.” He ran his free hand over the bruise forming on the side of your face. “I can’t do this to you.” 

“It was an accident. I’ve had worse.” You laughed it off, rubbing your hand absently over the mark to calm him. It seemed to be working, his muscles relaxing as you touched him. 

“How did you find me?” Dean questioned. 

“I always find -” Your voice trailed off and you stared straight ahead, eyes fixed on one spot.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” You couldn’t answer and Dean panicked as he watched your eyes flutter and roll back in your head and your body drop to the ground in convulsions. “Y/N!” Dean screamed, trying to hold you down to stop you from thrashing. “No, no, no.” Dean begged you. “Stay with me. Please!” 

After several minutes that felt like hours the trashing stopped and Dean scooped you up, running to the Impala and speeding to the nearest hospital. “I need a doctor!” He screamed, carrying your still limp body through the emergency room doors. “Please! She’s not breathing!” He sobbed uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face, dripping into your hair as he laid you on a gurney and the doctors rolled you away.

Dean Winchester had never felt so helpless as he did the moment you and his unborn son disappeared behind the gray double doors. 

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