he just wants to apologize to everyone

ffs leave owlturd alone the guy just wants to make comics about how he feels

why is everyone suddenly so up his ass over having emotions and making mistakes that he apologizes for and takes down comics of

my fave parts in beauty and the beast:

  • gaston dragging agathe in front of the whole town and then just going like ‘no offense agathe’
  • when lefou asked gaston whether he seriously wanted to be part of belle’s family
  • “is that fair?” - “i don’t care”
  • when gaston told belle that she just had to find the right man and she was all like ‘it’s a small village i’ve met everyone’ like what kind of savage
  • “BE FREE!” iconic
  • lefou spelling gaston’s name
  • beast dragging belle for her taste in shakespeare
  • belle holding back tears when she’s in the library for the first time honestly same
  • lefou’s smile upon realizing that maurice was still alive
  • “there’s a beast running wild, there’s no question, but i fear the wrong monster’s released”
  • maestro cadenza going “ouch” when gaston ditches lefou
  • when chip apologized to maurice for moving and maurice was just like ‘it’s alright’ and then he fucking bolted
  • luke evans singing
  • EVERMORE
  • “too much?” - “…yep”
  • belle teaching that little girl how to read
  • “i didn’t think she would say yes!”
  • when everyone was changed back

more langst prompts my dudes, more overused stuff

-shiro is missing. everyone is devastated. allura tries getting Lance to move lions, but blue raises her particle barrier and doesnt let Lance out. lance gives blue permission to put him into a cyro-frozen sleep state for however long he needs to be, just so blue wont be taken from him like his family

-keith gets to be the black paladin. lance gets dissed and doesnt get any credit for anything he does, while keith gets all the attention now. lance ends up angry kissing keith while crying, sobbing out his fears and insecurites while keith hisses out apologies and kisses his cheeks.

-lance runs from the castle after some incident with allura yelling at him in a fit of rage. he ends up at the balmera somehow, and he is given comfort and love from the balmera and it’s inhabitants while no one on the castle notices him missing. they realize after a day or two. then they go looking for him. (he doesn’t want to go back, not really)

-lance suddenly realizes how useless he is in regards to how everyone reacts with each other, he’s just the outlier that makes everyone roll their eyes and groan whenever he so much as speaks. he ends up sobbing his heart out in his room, not quite noticing that his comm is on. (coran and hunk get to him first. then pidge does. shiro and keith are busy training.)

-blue starts learning to speak in spanish for him. he starts crying because he’s so so homesick and blue is actually making an effort to cheer him up (because no one else would).

-coran marks some points on the star map that lance was looking at. lance and coran bond over the stars and memories of their homes. allura eventually joins them, and lance and the princess bond over their families and rain. 

-lance turns out to be faintly altean. coran and allura are overjoyed. lance doesn’t want another family.

-Lotor ends up legitimately falling in love with lance after he manipulated lance. after the paladins rescue lance, lotor ultimately turns to the reasoning of, ‘if I can’t have him, no one can’. lance is then either recaptured or killed.

newsies characters as john mulaney quotes
  • Jack: i guess someone said like something something police. and in a brilliant moment of word association i yelled “fuck da police!” and everyone else joined in. a hundred drunk white children yelling fuck da police
  • Crutchie: hey you could pour soup in my lap and i'll probably apologize to you
  • Davey: i put on a sweater and a pair of corduroy pants and i felt safe
  • Katherine: you know how you lie to your parents?
  • Pulitzer: he ordered one black coffee for himself and kept driving
  • Finch: everyone get out of my way! I just want to sit here and feed my birds
  • Albert: it is 100% easier not to do things than to do them
  • Buttons: you have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair
  • Spot: i'll keep all my emotions right here and then one day i'll die
  • Elmer: i don't want to be doing what i'm doing either
  • Romeo: i am very small, and i have no money. so you can imagine the kind of stress that i am under
  • Henry: 🎵and life is a fucking nightmare🎵
  • Specs: woah, that tall child looks terrible!
  • Race: hi, i'm very gay and would like a few dollars
  • Hannah: hello? hush!

1. Friends will leave, Friends you’ve had for years will become strangers, and people that you met in your english class first semester will become your best friends. Time means nothing, and friendships end for all kinds of reasons but one of the biggest reason that you will find for losing friends is that you simply outgrow each other. sometimes people don’t fit in the same ways they used to and thats okay, sometimes you walk the same path to only end up on completely different ends.

2. Just because people do good things does not mean they are good people and just because people do bad things does not mean they are bad people. Don’t judge people based on good or bad deeds, people can be all kinds of surprising and first impressions are almost always wrong.

3. You will miss that boy all the damn time, even when you get over it, there will be days your just looking out the window and the color of the sky will remind you of the time you were laughing in his car singing along to old r&b songs. Its okay to miss him, its okay to be sad about it. Just don’t let it consume you and don’t ever ever ever tell him that you miss him.

4. If they don’t make plans with you, they do not want to hang out with you. People are never always busy. We make time for the things that we want.


5. Stop making excuses for him, stop making excuses for her, stop making excuses for everyone that does you wrong. Their actions do not deserve to be justified. If he is not here for you its because he doesn’t want to be. If an apology is lame, don’t accept it, and don’t make up one in your head. If she lies to you, cut her off. Stop making excuses for people, if someone shows you their true colors, don’t try to repaint them. 


6. People are not all bad. when you get out of the mentality that “people suck”, you will start experiencing life. Talk to people, and don’t close yourself off to the world because one person broke your heart. There are so many kind people out there, put yourself out there and stop hating everything and everyone. People can be amazing if you believe they can be.


7.Its okay to not know how to breathe sometimes. Its okay to feel like everything is collapsing on top of you. No one is happy all the time, So many people feel the things you do and its okay. You will be okay, things have a funny way of falling apart just to be put back together again. Nothing is more amazing and more painful than the way your heart can break into a billion pieces and glue itself back together.

—  7 things I learned by the time I was 17 
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SOMETHING THERE

*based on the song from Beauty and the Beast

There’s something sweet, and almost kind
But he was mean and he was coarse and unrefined
And now he’s dear, and so unsure
I wonder why I didn’t see it there before

Bucky Barnes was the most annoying person on the planet. Was being the operative word.

When he arrived at the Avengers Tower, he had been cold and mean and just plain rude. In the beginning, you let it slide without saying anything. He had been through way more than anyone you had known. Being brainwashed and used as a weapon could do the worst to even the best people.

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Things in Dirk Gently season 1 We Don’t Talk About Enough
  • when Farah and Dirk show the machine to who they think is Agent Weedle, and Dirk realizes (but sadly can’t warn Farah) that it’s actually one of the Men of the Machine, his face literally is like *lightbulb goes on*
  • when the Rowdy 3 arrive at the parking lot where Amanda has her pararibulitis attack, first thing they do is go after the asshats who were filming her. that was the moment I decided I liked them beyond “they are loud and fun and a bit scary”
  • Dirk Gently is the most agonizingly positive dude ever, and then Riggins approaches him like “you need to listen to me” and Dirk puts on this shit-eating grin and says “Why, do you have new lies to tell me” like duude, where does all this bile come from all of a sudden
  • speaking of which, any moment where it’s noticable that Dirk is a lot more fed up with everything than he likes to admit (from his situation in general to things like “people where dying while you were busy becoming a billionaire”)
  • that one time he speaks his mind and he gets punched in the face for it and he can’t even complain because the future version of Spring already apologized for that, time travel is a bitch
  • how amazing is the musical score??
  • when Riggins straight up headbuttet Friedkin. that was probably the best thing he’s ever done ever
  • Zimmerfield was such a good cop? He just wanted to find the missing girl? He didn’t even want to hear about her being possibly dead, his last words literally were “Save Lydia Spring” Zimmerfield didn’t deserve this. 
  • Estevez didn’t deserve this.
  • just how enthusiastic Amanda and Dirk are about each other
  • how everyone is enthusiastic about Farah
  • like when she starts wondering where the military bullet came from, and Dirk just looks at her like “wow she’s gooood”
  • everything Farah does is amazing
  • how Ken walks that very thin path of “bart no” and “BART YES” all by himself
  • “cinnamon”

refrigeratedsnakes  asked:

Lance sees his older sister in Allura and sometimes he swears she looks like her and jumbles their names together and Allura thinks hes flirting when hes calling her this strange human name when he says it by accidnet

Oh I never thought about this before. Thank you! 


Lance wasn’t exactly sure when it all started but slowly everyday he would see more and more of his older sister Cleo in Allura. 

He didn’t understand why. Maybe it was how she took control of the situation. Something that Cleo would always do, since she was the oldest. 

Maybe it was how friendly she was to the mice. Cleo was always nice to animals, making her lovable to any animal.

Maybe it was how Allura took care of all of them. Cleo usually stepped up to the plate and took care of everyone when both of Lance’s parents were at work. 

Lance couldn’t really figure out what it was. 

-

“Alright paladins, please be at the training deck in 15 minuets.” 

Lance wanted to reply with the usual ‘yes princess’ however he couldn’t stop himself from thinking of Cleo. “Sure thing Cleo!” Lance slammed his hand over his mouth. He stared at Allura and he could feel his teammate stares, he quickly mumbled an apology and walked out of the kitchen. 

‘that was so embarrassing, I can’t believe I just did that. To the princess! Of all people’  Lance entered the training deck and attempted to ignore the confused looks that his teammate gave him. 

-

Lance thought that, that was going to be a one time mistake, however he was sorely mistaking. 

Lance stopped counting how many times he would mess up Allura’s name with Cleo.  Allura would say an order and Lance would respond with something he would say to Cleo. He couldn’t stop no matter how hard he tried. 

Lance could also see how annoyed Allura was getting. 

-

“Paladins we have a busy day ahead of us. We will be practicing flying. Lance you go with Pidge, Hunk with Kieth. Shiro you stay with me. I will need help watching how they fly.” 

“Yes princess.” Everyone,except Lance,said in unison. 

Lance of course said “Sure thing Cl-” \

“Lance.” Allura cut him off. “ I appreciate your ‘flirting’ however this is not the time to be giving me pet names. Now please get to your lion and we can continue.” 

Lance swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Yes princess.” 

*cries* 

This low key tore my heart out. 

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The Ward....

Originally posted by jonsnowdaily

Request - Reader is one of Ned’s ward’s is secretly in love with Jon but doesn’t know that Robb, Jon and Theon are all fawning over her. 

Pairing - Jon Snow X Female Reader

Wordcount - 5.431

Warnings - Normal Game of Thrones type scenarios. 

A/N - I could do a part two to this


Ned Stark had always been a very kind and gentle man. On a particularly rough stormy night where the wind was so powerful and people struggled to walk through it, Ned was just returning home from a particularly long travel to a place where the disputes had turned from aggressive confrontation to bloody and gruesome battles, Ned had been instructed by King Robert to dissolve the quarrel and quickly, when he had heard the wails of a baby. Ned suddenly became more alert to his surroundings.  As he dismounted his horse, he began to search for the cause for the sound. Ned soon located the sound to find the small baby wrapped very scarcely in a couple of woven blankets. How could anyone leave a baby like this? Ned thought as he scooped the baby into his arms, holding it close to himself in an attempt, to share his warmth. Ned mounted his horse and continued the rest of his short journey home, praying to the old God’s that the baby would survive the cold until he could reach the warmth of the castle.
The God’s have blessed this child, Ned thought as he entered his chambers where his wife laid waiting for him, wrapped in warm furs.

“Ned is that another one of your bastard children that you insist on tormenting me with.” Catelyn snapped at her husband as she pushed the furs away from her body, whether it was to inspect the child further or to injure Ned, he couldn’t be quite sure.  

“Relax my love, this baby is not mine, I found the baby nearby abandoned in the snow. I couldn’t leave it there to suffer and die. The baby is strong, near death and still made it all the way here.” Ned laid the baby down on the furs, it’s skin with a blue tint. Yet as cold as the baby was, it was still curious looking around the room at the strange people. Catelyn, got out of bed, walking over to the baby, the baby turned out to be a little girl, with bright Y/C/E, Catelyn’s gaze melted at the sight. She had always wanted a girl, there was no doubt that Ned and herself would have more children, yet Catelyn was not going to give up the opportunity to have a little girl sooner.

“She certainly is strong, why don’t we take her in as a ward? Let’s call her Y/N, I’ve always thought it was a beautiful name.” Catelyn, picked up the newly named little girl, holding her tightly to her chest.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, my love. Y/N it is”

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help you forget - part 2.

Originally posted by iminlovewithderekhale

pairing: derek hale x reader

warnings: smut, blood, a little angst. (scott being a dick.)

part 1. 

the sounds of slamming lockers echoed around the hallways as you let out a tired sigh, shoving your books into your backpack as fast as you could, wanting nothing more than to get out of the building and have a long nap, preferably on derek’s hard chest.

it had been two weeks since you and derek had got together, at first it was weird, not knowing how to act with him around everyone but as soon as he pulled you into his lap in the middle of a pack meeting leaving everyone wide eye’d as he planted kisses on the back of our neck, you figured it out pretty quickly.

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Amnesiac Lance (pt 1)

i’ve had 4 people already ask me to expand on my amnesiac!lance thing here and i’d loVE TO (someone asked to write it, by the way, so i think that’s happening?? yeah. also @aqua-butterfly if you do write it, don’t feel obligated to use any of this pls. i mean, if you want to, you have the go ahead to pick and choose from this, but don’t feel obligated) so here goes, this one’ll be more organized haha. i’m gonna split it into multiple (two probably) parts, so i’m not shoving it all into one post (the whole thing’s gonna be real angsty so be warned. also it’ll probably end up being klance lmao)

this is BEFORE lance starts regaining memories, the next part will be after

  • lance loses his memories during a rescue mission gone wrong, mainly due to a little tiny mistake lance makes that subsequently knocked over a set of dominos that ends with him getting hurt
  • he ends up separated from the team, on this weird, mysterious planet. they didn’t bring their lions (for stealth reasons), so he’s just wandering around in like a big field with no idea where he is or where he’s going 
  • there’s a noise behind him like this strange warbling and as soon as he turns, there’s a blinding blueish-white light and he’s DOWN FOR THE COUNT blacked out

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Nobody Needs to Know || Pt. 2

Pt. 1 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 4

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Request (x2): OH MY GOSH YOU HAVE TO MAKE ANOTHER PART TO NOBODY NEEDS TO KNOW!! IT WAS AMAZING :-)

Prompts: #93 “But, I said I love you.”

Warnings: A singular swear, some sad times, a very stupid Juggie

A/N: Let me know how you feel! If you’re interested in a part three, message me! Requests are also open for other imagines!


“You have feelings for me?”

Shit.

You go slack-jawed, unable to understand exactly what had transpired in the short time it took you to go to the restroom. Jug still hasn’t blinked or made any sort of indication that he’s alive, frozen just as you are. The heat seeps from your hands, making them clammy which ,you take a ridiculous moment to think, is probably the grossest word in existence. You feel the missing heat from your fingers move up to your neck, making its way up your face until the heat makes you feel light-headed. 

Still, no one has said anything. You throw a quick glance to the friends across from you, seeing equally dumbfounded expressions. All three meet your gaze, with Betty shaking her head apologetically. Your face falls and you look back to the boy that still has not moved.

“I, uh, I just,” you pause, taking a deep breath in and blowing it back out again. 

He started to look angry. His fists ball, veins becoming more defined as his skin pulls taut. “Well?” He looks away from you, finally, moving his gaze to the friends across from you two.

Archie tugs on Betty’s sleeve, pulling her and Veronica out of the booth. “I, uh, think we should go.” He looks meaningfully at B and V, giving you a supportive smile as he drags them off.

Once the bell rings out, signalling their departure, Jughead’s hands relax and he sinks against the sticky vinyl of the booth. 

Well, if there was a time to try and explain, it must be now.

“Okay, Jug. Here it is. Here’s all of it.” You turn to fully face him in the booth, crossing one leg under the other and setting your fidgeting hands in between them. You try to look him in the eye, but seeing his face once again devoid of expression is too much. Instead, you settle on watching your hands betray your nerves. “I have feelings for you. Not… not like feelings we have for friends, for Archie or Betty or V. As in, sometimes I want to kiss you but also sometimes being too close drives me crazy feelings.” You look up again, only to find no reaction. Back to your hands. “I’ve know for- well, I was going to say forever, which is just blatantly incorrect. I’ve felt like this for almost our entire friendship, but I didn’t figure it out for a couple years after. I didn’t intend to develop feelings, and I really don’t want to lose you.” You look up once more, and finally there is something behind his eyes. Confusion, mostly, but it’s something. Your gazes stay on each other as you continue. “I love you, Jughead Jones. As more than the best friends I know we are.” The side of you mouth quirks up, but quickly drops again as your brow crinkles. “But, if you want to stay friends, I understand. Just, please Jug. Please,” you untangle your hands to put one on his bicep,” don’t let this ruin anything. Ruin us.”

Silence. Your hand slips away, and while you had not noticed yourself leaning forward during the speech you are now very aware of the miniscule distance between you two. Collapsing a bit, putting some distance in between, you see Jughead turn to you with determination and apology written in every line of his face.

“I’m just-” he shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I don’t feel the same way.” His face crumples, but you don’t let him see yours do the same. 

Instead, you take another deep breath and give another smile. “That’s okay! We can just go back to how we were. If you want, we can call everyone back and just have a normal night?” As much as you want to hide your emotions, you hope he hears the plea hidden in the question. 

He looks away from you now, taking your earlier trick of staring at his hands. “I really don’t think that’s the best idea.”

Your heart feels a little twinge, but quickly you dispel it. “Y’know, I am a little tired. It’s pretty late, I’ll just walk home.” You stand from the booth, slinging your bag across your shoulder. “But we’re still on for tomorrow, right? All of us meeting at Twilight?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t think we can be around each other for a while, Y/N.”

You logically knew your heart couldn’t drop into your stomach, but logic never applied to your feelings for Jughead Jones.

“But, I said I loved you. And I meant it, in both the feelings way but also just the best friend way. That’s gotta count for something, Jug. You can’t push me away just because we’re a little uncomfortable right now.” You begin to worry. “If we don’t try to get past it now, we probably never will! It’ll just get worse over time and then our entire friend group will dissipate and they’ll drop me because I’m the youngest and everyone knows the youngest is cast out in major friend debates and-”

“Y/N!” Jughead pleads, “Please stop. I just need time. We’re okay, I promise, but I think we both just need a little time. Just, just go home.”

He doesn’t look at you, hands once again clenching. Instead of making more of a fool of yourself, you turn on your heel and walk out of the door to Pop’s.

It’s chilly, but you expected as much. What you did not expect was the trio that had left earlier, standing there expectantly. 

“What are you-”

“Did you honestly believe we wouldn’t watch through the window, Y/N/N?” Veronica gives you a sad smile, and Archie opens up his arms and walks towards you with a matching expression. 

Warmth envelopes you, and before long you feel sobs wrack your body. Archie just holds you, and you swear you hear a sniffle or two from him as the two girls join in your comfort session.

You aren’t sure how long you stand out there, taking strength from the friends that stayed in the cold to prepare for any outcome. What you are sure of is that Jughead watched the entire exchange, seeing him turn away through the window just as the group dispersed and started the trek to Archie’s house.

anonymous asked:

48 and 76 w/ Kookie please, can you make it like the boys were hanging out, when they started to talk about you, Jk's girlfriend, and how pretty, sexy, and hot you were, while Jungkook was silently listening to them when the talk came to a perverted one? Then Jungkook was all pissed, and suddenly burst in anger at his hyungs, scolding them and such and... the rest is up to you. xD sorry about this, and if you cant do it, its totally okay :D Love your works, btw. :)

Talk Shit, Get Hit (Jungkook x Reader Fluff)

Prompt request: “Stop it.” + “Don’t you dare!”

Summary: It’s never been easy dating Jungkook, especially when he’s always away on tour or busy working. Luckily, the other members of BTS support the relationship wholeheartedly. In fact, they like you quite a bit! (A bit too much, if Jungkook’s being honest.)

Word count: 1.2k words

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

On your screen, Jungkook’s image was slightly pixelated due to the dim lighting of his hotel room. Luckily, he got his own suite, so the two of you could FaceTime in peace. Still, it wasn’t like you minded the other BTS members.

It was usually really fun to talk to them, but you hadn’t seen Jungkook in weeks because of the tour, and you were seriously missing your boyfriend.

Jungkook ran his hand through his hair–still damp from his shower–and smiled slightly down at his camera. You tried not to swoon at the sight.

“Hey Y/N,” he said, his voice sounding tinny through your earphones.

“Hi Kook,” you smiled back, gazing at your small screen. You shifted on your bed, settling further underneath your thick covers. “How did the concert go?”

“It went well,” Jungkook replied shortly. After a moment of silence, it was clear Jungkook wasn’t planning on elaborating. Looking closer at his image, you could see his jaw was set tightly, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

“Are you okay?” you asked, concern lining your voice. “You seem upset.”

“It’s nothing, Y/N,” Jungkook said sharply, clearly sounding angry. Suddenly, he sighed loudly and rubbed his hand over his face tiredly. “It’s…just don’t worry about it. I’m fine.”

“You can tell me, Kook,” you said softly, frowning at your boyfriend sounding so distraught. “Maybe you’ll feel better if you talk about it.”

“It’s seriously nothing,” Jungkook whined, not sounding as angry as before. His eyes darted to the side, avoiding looking at you and the camera. “I’m kinda embarrassed about it, honestly. I was being stupid.”

“Now I’m curious!” you laughed. “You have to tell me now, Jungkook.”

“Oh, shit. You said my full name,” Jungkook gasped dramatically. “Things are getting intense.”

“Just tell me,” you whined, shaking your phone in frustration. You could hear Jungkook cackling through your earphones.

“Fine, I’ll tell you,” Jungkook conceded. “Just…just don’t make fun of me afterwards, okay?”


JUNGKOOK’S POV (One hour earlier)

Like every other night, Jungkook was sprawled across Jin’s bed, his legs hanging off the edge. Taehyung was sitting somewhere above Jungkook, watching a movie on his phone. The other hyungs were there, too, just hanging out before they went to bed.

Everyone was dead tired after their performance earlier that day, but they had a nighttime routine they never dared to break. One time, Jungkook and Taehyung skipped the nightly chill session to binge-watch Haikyuu, and the next morning, Jin lectured them on the importance of family.

So, that was why Jungkook was doing nothing in Namjoon and Jin’s suite when he could have been FaceTiming his girlfriend instead. He sighed petulantly, but none of the hyungs paid him any mind.

“Are we gonna do anything?” Jungkook asked impatiently. “Or are we just going to sit here in silence? Because I’m supposed to FaceTime Y/N tonight, and I would really rather be doing that right now.”

“Oh, you’re talking to Y/N soon?” Hoseok piped up, his head popping into Jungkook’s line of vision as he sat up quickly. “Can I say hi? I haven’t spoken to her in so long!”

“No! This is like, the equivalent of a date, okay?” Jungkook refused. He pulled himself into a sitting position, his tired muscles aching. “Just message her or something, I dunno.”

“How’s she doing, anyway?” Namjoon asked more seriously. “No one giving her any trouble? You two have been pretty good at keeping everything low-key.”

“No, she’s fine,” Jungkook said quickly.

“You know, you’re so lucky Y/N’s such a good girlfriend,” Jimin sighed wistfully from across the room. “If it were another girl, she probably would have told everyone. Like, how do we even know girls like us for us? And not for our money, or something.”

“Yeah, Jungkook’s seriously lucky,” Hoseok agreed. “Plus, Y/N is so cute! Remember when she baked us that cake on our 3rd anniversary since our debut? So adorable!”

“You better not take her for granted, Jungkook. Otherwise, one of us might just steal her from you,” Jin joked.

Jungkook felt his right eye twitch in annoyance, but he knew better than to talk back.

“Yeah, Jin’s right,” Taehyung said, looking up from his phone. He had a glint in his eye, and Jungkook knew he was about to start something. “Y/N’s fucking fit. You know when she visits us in the studio? Sometimes she wears these leggings, and her ass looks so–”

“Stop it! Tae!” Jungkook bellowed, launching himself at Taehyung. The two boys collided and tumbled off the bed, landing on the ground with a loud thunk! Jungkook pinned the other boy beneath him, positively seething in anger.

“Whoa, chill,” Taehyung squeaked. “It was a joke, Kookie!”

“Don’t you dare pull that shit with me, Tae,” Jungkook spat, having his shoulders a rough shake before lifting himself off his friend. “It’s not fucking funny.”

Jungkook made his way to the door, his hyungs staring at him, wide-eyed in shock. Only Yoongi remained passive, regarding Jungkook cooly from where he sat at the desk.

“I’m going to cool down,” Jungkook announced, his voice strained. “Don’t try to follow me.”

“Jungkook, stop being a little shit,” Yoongi said quietly, though he still sounded terrifying. The look in his eyes had Jungkook shaking, but he wasn’t going to admit that. And he wasn’t going to apologize, either.

“Talk shit, get hit!” Jungkook growled, and then promptly spun on his heel and sped out of the suite. He practically ran down the hallway to his room, fearing Yoongi would chase after him and whoop his ass. Luckily, no one followed.


You burst into laughter immediately after Jungkook finished his story. He looked at you, the betrayal written clearly on his face.

“Y/N! You promised you wouldn’t laugh,” Jungkook pouted, his cheeks turning bright pink. “I told you it was embarrassing!”

“N-no, it’s not that,” you gasped out, breathless after laughing so hard. “You’re so cute, Kook. I didn’t know you were the jealous type!”

“It’s because I haven’t seen you in so long,” Jungkook explained bashfully, his blush worsening. “Sometimes it really sucks. I hardly get to spend time with you anymore, and I hate it so fucking much.”

“Hey, Kook. It’s okay,” you smiled, although you understood Jungkook’s frustration. “You’re out there doing amazing things and following your dreams. I don’t mind waiting for you–I’ll always be waiting, so don’t worry about that. Okay?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook replied softly. “Sometimes I just wish things were different, you know?”

“I don’t,” you said firmly. “Seriously, Kook. I know it’s hard, but we’ll make it through together.”

“I love you, Y/N,” Jungkook blurted out suddenly. “I-I just…fuck, this is embarrassing. Like, you’re so good to me and I want to say ‘thank you’ all the time, but that seems so weird. But…thanks. Thanks for being you, and thanks for sticking with me.”

“I love you, too. And thanks for being you,” you giggled, snuggling into your warm bed. “Also, you really need to apologize to everyone. Especially Tae. What were you thinking, Kook?”

“I will,” Jungkook pouted, sighing loudly as he flopped onto his bed dramatically. You laughed at your boyfriend’s childish antics, and the two of you talked until you drifted to sleep–both dreaming of each other.

- Girl in Luv

This one was fun! Thanks for requesting~ I notice a lot of you guys apologize when you send us requests. Why!!! We love you! You guys are the best!!!! Seriously, we appreciate the support so much. You could ask me to write a 100k word novel and I’d probably do it. (Also, have you guys listened to Winner’s new songs? Fool is my jammmmm) 💛

Daddy.

(Left the teacher unnamed for anyone you want to implement.)

You and your friends sat at a table in the back. Joking around. He sat as his desk watching you intently. “Guys if I have to tell you to be quiet again I’m going to have to separate you.” He growls. “Okay Dad.” You smirk. He immediately felt his pants tighten and you turn to return to your assignment. It was your last class of the day and you were ready to go home. The bell sounded off and allowed the class to leave. You stood up and walked out of the classroom, joining the rest of your friends. As the last students filed out, he groaned in annoyance. He couldn’t believe you’d say that so casually. He sat back in his chair and continued to grade his assignments.

The next day you and your friends were sitting in your usual spot at lunch. He happend to be walking back from the teachers lounge. His classroom was passed there. He could hear the music from one of your friends’ speakers. “Sexy Can I, visit you at work. When you sliding down the pole no panties, no shirt.” As he turned the corner you had your hands on your knees with 3 of your other friends. You were moving your hips to the song. As he walked passed, he couldn’t help but mention it. “More appropriate songs for school, girls.” He set his basket of graded assignments on his desk as he entered his classroom and let out a groan. Why did you have to that to him?

Another day was over and you left his classroom again and he stared at your backside as you walked out. Rubbing his eyes as he saw you disappear down the hallway. Groaning.

Later that day you came back to pick up your jacket that you had left. The secretary was still there, she had given you the keys to his classroom. Not even realizing that he was still there. He had been so caught up in his thoughts that he hadn’t heard you unlocking the door. The only thing that pulled him away from what he was doing, was the gasp that left your lips. His eyes opened wide. And he tried to cover himself.

Embarrassed that he’d just been caught jerking off by one of his students, much less the one he’d been thinking about while doing so, if you told anyone he’d surely lose his job. “Y/N” He gasps shocked. “What are you doing here?” He asks. “I just- f-forgot my jacket.” You stutter. You saw it laying by the computers. Someone must have moved it. You rushed to grab it, and he rushed to pull his pants up. You made your way back to the door. “Y/N! Please wait!” He tried to catch you but you were gone as fast as you had come. You left the keys with the secretary. You got into your car and burst into tears. Wiping them away and he rushed out of the school doors. Your eyes met his and you pulled out of the parking lot quickly as he tried to stop you. You didn’t know why you felt so weird. He was one of your favorite teachers. You were embarrassed. That’s why you cried. Because you had run similar scenarios in your head before.

The next day he called role for your class. When he got to your name, you didn’t reply and when he looked up, your seat was empty. “Anyone know where Y/N is?” He asks aloud. “She’s sick.” One of your friends answers and he nods. Marking you absent. He knew you weren’t sick.

You hadn’t showed up for the rest of that week. But when Monday came around when he said your name, he was shocked to hear you answer. His eyes traveled up to where you sat. You were wearing high-waisted jeans. One of his weaknesses. You rarely wore them but when you did, it always made him feel some kind of way.

You didn’t lift your head.

Later he asked you to stay after class. You weren’t willing but you did. As the class left you remained. Gathering your stuff and meeting at his desk. “Look Y/N about last week-” he tried to explain but you cut him off. “It’s fine. You’re a dude. You have needs just like everyone else.” You sigh. “Yeah but that’s not the point. I should have picked a better place. Because of my actions you were victimized and I just wanted to apologize.” He swallows hard. You let out a laugh. “Victimized?” You snort. “What? You think I’ve never seen a dick before?” His eyes almost popped out of his head. “Well- I uh I didn’t want to assume.” He stumbles over his words. “Think again Mr. T/N.” You chuckle walking out of the room. That didn’t go like he thought it would. He thought it would have been different. He thought it would have ended with some more tears. “Than why did you cry?” He asks quite loudly. You pop your head back into where he can see you. “Being extremely Embarrassed does that to you.” You smile sarcastically. You step back and walk in again, this time closing the door behind you and letting it lock. “Who were you thinking about?” You smirk. “What?” He raises an eyebrow. “When you were touching yourself. Who were you thinking about?” You smirk. “That’s not a conversation we should be having Ms. Y/L/N.” You slowly made your way around his desk. “Does decency really matter after how I saw you last week? Head tipped back and groaning.” Lifting one knee and placing it on one side of him and lifting the other to place on his other side. Straddling him in his office chair. “Are you sure you don’t have the Facebook page of that person pulled up on your laptop?” You whisper into his ear. He swallows hard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He tries desperately to keep his composure. “Yeah? I saw the tab when you kept me after and it didn’t make me think too hard about it. Until now. You were thinking of me when you slid your hand up and down your hard cock. Weren’t you?” You whisper whipping your hair back and pressing your lips on his neck. “Y/N this isn’t appropriate.” He takes a deep breath. “Neither was catching you touching yourself like that.” You whisper. “Fuck I can’t- I can’t touch you like that I’ll lose my job.” He closes his eyes tightly. “I just want to hear you say it.” You moan into his ear. You moved your knee in between his legs and began to rock against his thigh. Moaning out loud. “Fine. Yes- Yes Y/N I was thinking of you.” He groans. You continue to rock yourself against him. Keeping your eyes closed. The lights outside went off. “The last person left. They’re locking up the school.” He sighs. You still don’t stop. You grasp the back of his office chair and continue to rock your hips against his thigh. “Y/N this isn’t-” he pauses. He was hard. Rock hard. You throw your head back. “Mr. T/N!” You moan. He growls. And places his hands on your hips. “If you’re going to ride something on my body at least let it be my cock.” He groans. You look back at him and smile. “Thought it would work.” You smile. You stand up and move in between his legs. “Go on. Take them off.” You whisper. He grabs the hem of your jeans and unbuttons them slowly. Pulling them down your legs. You unbutton his jeans and pull his boxers down. His hard cock finally free from it’s confinement. You moan at his size. He was much larger than any of the boys that you had slept with. You returned to straddle him and lined him up with your entrance and sunk down on him. Burying your face into his neck. Whimpering. “You’re so big.” You whisper. Mouth opening.

You lift yourself up and sink back down onto him, moaning. He sighs. All of those times he thought about having you. And here you were. Sinking down on him. He could hear your whimpers as you did so. “That’s it Y/N. Ride me. Such a naughty girl.” He smirks when he hears you moan.

“You’ve never had anyone this size before have you? All of those other boys you had were small. They don’t know how to please you like I do. They can’t hit those sensitive places in between your thighs like I can. Can they?” He whispers into your ear. You shudder. “Can they?” He growls thrusting up into you, slamming himself into your G-spot. “No!” You moan. “They don’t give you butterflies in your stomach. Do they?” You’re too in shock to answer. “Do they?” He thrusts up again and you collapse on top of him, your legs spasming harshly. You’d never come like this before. “No they don’t.” You whimper. He grabs your hips and thrusts up into you. You didn’t have enough power to ride through your high. But he was determined to make you come. He knew you’d never come like this before. And you moan aloud. Crying out his name, lips quivering, stomach clenching, thighs spasming. “Look at you princess.” He chuckles. He lifts you onto him again. “I’ve wrecked you.” He smirks. You blush and look down. “Not so confident now huh? You made a mess on my jeans and now you’re embarrassed? You shouldn’t be.” He chuckles. “When you called me Dad you weren’t embarrassed. But when I make you moan, you are?” He lifts you up and you sink down again. This time you feel his cock quiver and twitch and you feel his warmness coat your insides. He let’s his head fall back and his Adams apple bobs as he swallows a groan. You lean forward and begin sucking deep red marks there. Surely he’d have to cover them with somthing. You pull away again and lay your head against his chest. Too tired to move.

“We made a mess, Princess.”

Headcannons: Your First Sleepover With Them.

a/n: I hope you all enjoy!

Darry:

-Darry was really worried that the boys would scare you away.

-He would ask them to tone down the crazy.

-But of course they would be just as loud and obnoxious as ever.

-While Darry cooked you sat with him and watched him with a fond smile.

-Late that night while you two were laying in bed he would apologize for all of the guys.

-You would call him crazy.

-You loved his family and his friends.

-And you made sure to tell him that.

-The next morning you got up to make everyone breakfast.

-Darry insisted that you didn’t have to because you were the guest.

-But you loved how domestic it felt.

-The boys say you make the best pancakes.

-They all want to keep you around forever.

-And Darry figures he just might.


Sodapop:

-Sodapop is just excited to be able to hold you close to him all night.

-He is really excited for your arrival and makes sure all your favorite foods are at his house.

-You guys go to bed pretty early but it’s mostly so you two can cuddle.

-You think he’s pretty adorable when he’s tired.


Ponyboy:

-He’s definitely nervous at first.

-But of course you two watched the sunset together.

-And that calmed his nervousness.

-You two would lay facing each other.

-And hold hands.

-You two would have the best late night talks.

-He would fall asleep first.

-And you would kiss his cheek before you fell asleep as well.


Two-Bit:

-Two-Bit definitely wants to build a fort with you.

-You will gather up every single pillow blanket and sheet in the house.

-And you two would actually get into it.

-And when you actually got into the fort things were so comfortable and warm.

-You two slept in the fort and woke up early the next day.

-You shifted the fort so you could still sit in it and watch cartoons while you ate breakfast.


Dally:

-Your first sleep over wouldn’t be planned.

-It would be a random surprise for both of you but you didn’t mind.

-He would give you one of his t-shirts to wear.

-And you wouldn’t want to give it back the next day.

-Dally is actually kind of cuddley when he’s tired.

-And you love laying with him.

-The next morning you two would go out to breakfast.


Steve:

-You’d sleep over Steve’s for the first time because you two were hanging out and it got to late for you to go home.

-When you two got to his house you’d eat a midnight snack of ice cream.

-You’d never been to his room before so when you were alone in there for a moment you liked to look around.

-When you two finally went to bed he was definitely the big spoon for you.

-And you absolutely loved sleeping by his side.


Johnny:

-Johnny wouldn’t bring you back to his house.

-He wouldn’t tell you why for a while until you saw the bruises on him.

-So you invited him over your house.

-You hadn’t been going out that long.

-And you figured it might be early in the relationship for a sleep over.

-But you did not want him going back to his parents.

-When he showed up at your house one night you made him hot chocolate.

-And when you want to sleep you held each other close all night.

° * ———— RIVERDALE SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ What? Sardonic humor is just my way of relating to the world. ’
’ Can I borrow the truck for the drive-in? ’
’ Ah okay. Isn’t there a nice gay kid at your school? ’
’ We both know what goes in those woods. ’
’ Alright. No cruising guys tonight. ’
’ I learned that from the Nancy Drew detective handbook. ’
’ What would your Holy Roller mother say about this, _____? ’
’ And where did you get those thigh-high boots? They’re amazing. ’
’ My type? Definitely. ’
’ But you’ve got more demons than The Exorcist. ’
’ Is it true what they say about your dad? ’
’ Does everyone here know? ’
’ That he’s the devil incarnate? I stand by my father. ’
’ I’m asking you now, right now, if you love me, or even like me? ’
’ I can’t give you the answer you want. ’
’ I’ve never been good enough for you. ’
’ I’ll never be good enough for you. ’
’ You are so perfect. I’ve never been good enough for you. ’
’ That’s where I was living before. ’
’ Why the hell aren’t you living at home? ’
’ Truth is things aren’t great at home. ’
’ He/she keeps promising that he/she will get his/her act together. ’
’ Screw that! Live with me. ’
’ It’s temporary. I’m going to figure something out. ’
’ Just don’t tell anybody, especially not _____. ’
’ She’s/he’s not going to care. ’
’ Well, exactly. Don’t tell her/him either. ’
’ Why did you leave the home? ’
’ You could’ve really hurt yourself. ’
’ I couldn’t just stay there, waiting for someone who was never going to show. ’
’ I don’t have any money. I don’t have anything. ’
’ Why don’t you just stay here? ’
’ They made that very clear, and that’s not what I want. ’
’ There’s no more stigma. ’
’ You don’t know what they’ll do. ’
’ I won’t have my baby raised in a home that doesn’t want it. ’
’ I cannot lose you again. ’
’ I’m not kidding, the clothes off our backs. ’
’ Like it meant nothing. Like it was nothing. Like I was nothing. ’
’ And you want my help to give it to your boy/girlfriend? ’
’ I was going to apologize to you. ’
’ Honey, I can’t agree to that. ’
’ I don’t want any part of it. ’
’ You weren’t at the drive-in. ’
’ Where were you? ’
’ You think that he/she has the stomach for that?! ’
’ You’re sounding crazy just like your sister/brother. ’
’ I didn’t get the memo we were adding another voice to the mix. ’
’ So that makes me…what then…backup? ’
’ I mean, you were just doing this as a favor to me, right? ’
’ You literally have zero loyalty. ’
’ Everyone else is…disposable. ’
’ You know…maybe it’s not such a bad thing to try a new voice? ’
’ You know how your father feels about pop music. ’
’ I understand, and I won’t. ’
’ Because if you do, he/she will somehow blame me. ’
’ I feel like I don’t even know who my mom and dad are anymore. ’
’ Is this your playing hand? ’
’ And yet, stop punishing yourself while you’re at it. ’
’ I got slammed because I didn’t know the play. ’
’ You know, I endorse this. ’
’ I’ve had my seven minutes of heaven with ________. ’
’ God knows what you’d say. Something to humiliate us? ’
’ Every town has one, the spooky house that all the kids avoid. ’
’ Linked in death even as they were in life. ’
’ It’s off-brand and it sends a false message of acceptance. ’
’ You got a date? ’
’ There is no record of her/him before that. ’
’ Facebook, her/him Linked In account…they were all created a year ago. ’
’ Where did you find all this? ’
’ The deep web, the dark internet. ’
’ Check it, it’s all online…simple Googling. ’
’ What’s happening out there? ’
’ What’s happening out there? Do we know? Is it about me? ’
’ Do we know? Is it about me? ’
’ You do you, girl/boy. I’ll be back. ’
’ What was it like before she/he got here? ’
’ What was it like before she/he got here? I honestly cannot remember. ’
’ No longer lactose intolerant, I see. ’
’ Oh, you don’t even know, do you? ’
’ The things they’re saying about your daughter/son at school? ’
’ Slut-shaming. It’s what they call it when sluts get shamed. ’
’ You should be writing about the real story. ’
’ And who shot that gun on July 4? ’
’ What the hell is a “Sticky Maple”? ’
’ No, _______, it’s a slut-shaming thing. ’
’ I’m neither a slut nor am I going to be shamed by someone. ’
’ Does he/she really think he/she can get away with this? ’
’ Does he/she not know who I am?! ’
’ I will cut the brakes on his supped-up phallic symbol. ’
’ I need you to tell me the truth about something. ’
’ Will he/she be able to make a living at it? ’
’ You’re here for me, aren’t you? ’
’ You’re here for me, aren’t you? Because of the autopsy? ’
’ We don’t need to do this in front of your classmates. ’
’ No, that won’t be necessary. ’
’ Back to no texting. What about you? ’
’ I’m back to being the shallow, toxic rich bitch who ruins everything in her path. ’
’ Is this…how you feel about…is it real? ’
’ It is. It is real. Maybe it’s not right, but it’s real. ’
’ I’m “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” but this place is strictly “In Cold Blood.” ’
’ I’m filled with dread. ’
’ Game changer - ________ got hot! ’
’ Six more reasons for you to take that ginger bull by the horns tonight. ’
’ He’s got abs now. Six more reasons for you to take that ginger bull by the horns tonight. ’
’ Is cheerleading still a thing? ’
’ Is being the gay best friend still a thing?! ’
’ What is a “Chock'lit Shoppe” and why does it sell burgers?! ’
’ We are all on the spectrum but my gay-o-meter says you should stick with what you know best…girls/boys. ’

// I know this didn’t really ask for nsfw but I still felt it
so slight nsfw ahead

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Zen:

- He was on break at rehearsals when his phone lit up, alerting him that he had gotten a message from you.

- Instantly he’s like Oh boy!! It’s my angel coming to wish me good luck!!!

- Then he opens it with a big grin expecting a cute little note and holy shit he literally drops his phone and a coworker goes to pick it up for him and he sCREAMS NO DONT TOUCH THAT

- Instantly finds a closet or bathroom and might send you a quick nude tbh even if you were just in underwear with a dirty message he’ll send a dick pic or something no shame

- He’s so turned on by the situation of receiving something like that in public not gonna lie, it’s so exhilarating and from his picture.. you can tell he’s pretty excited ,,

- Messes up his lines a lot after that because all he can think of is fucking you when he gets home and just wants the day to be done

- Expect the beast to be released as soon as he steps through that door


Jumin:

- In the middle of a meeting when you sent it, it was a pretty boring one so he decided to break his table manners and look at it anyways

- When he opens it he gets chills THE GOOD KIND you know when you eat something that tastes like jesus tears or see something really aesthetic, yeah that’s the chills he gets because it was so unexpected and he literally worships your body

- His eyebrows raise too which cause a lot of people to notice he isn’t paying attention and they call him out on it so he has no choice but to leave you on read

- That’s terrifying for you because is he mad?? did he not like it? Why is there no response

- As soon as he escapes from the meeting he calls you and asks a million questions

- He’s asking about how new the lingerie is, the designer, literally everything like what the fucc Jumin why is this important

- But expect amazing phone sex once he gets into his personal office because he’s so worked up about that picture he can’t help himself, its fun to imagine what you’re doing on the other line as well.

Yoosung:

- POOR BABY WAS IN SCHOOL WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS

- His knees sHOOT UP and hit the desk when he gets the picture and the professor starts to get really upset with him shit

- At lunch break he’ll text you back with a million cringey emojis and saying how he needs a warning next time babe his boner was so obvious to hide while walking out of class

- Start to send dirty messages and he will flip; his face is so red people are like hey Yoosung are you okay?? literally looks like he’s having an allergic reaction.

- If he gets away to hide in the bathroom he WONT send a nude but he’ll send a picture of him in the mirror with a tomato face captioned “ look at what you’ve done to me!! ;; ” and it’s just adorable, screensaver material


Jaehee:

- Like Jumin, she was in the middle of a meeting when she got your message. But waits until everyone’s packing up their things to check it so she doesn’t seem disrespectful.

- As soon as she opens it she’s super surprised and audibly gasps which causes people to start to turn and look she doesn’t know what to do

- So she really quick clicks off her phone and ignores all questions until she can rush to the bathroom or somewhere private to.. take a closer look, at your picture.

- She compliments you because damn you look great how is her girlfriend a literal goddess?? But Love.. im at work right now.

- Exactly that’s the fun it it ~

- She won’t send one back but she might send a few suggestive messages about the things she’s going to do in order to punish you big time when she gets home. dominator jaehee everyone

Seven:

- He hadn’t come out of his office in days and you were sick of him just coming out to pee or eat some food like no seven, eat me

- The chatroom was the place where you could talk to him because he was in there every so often, so that was nice at least.

- It was just you and him in there, sending pointless messages of jumbled words back and forth. Before you decided to surprise him a bit.

- As soon as you send a revealing picture in the chatroom he literally screams because everyone can see that MC n o

- Saves it right away though before scrambling to delete it from the messenger

- Finally once it’s gone he makes his way to the bedroom to find you, in the same outfit youd worn in the picture. But it looked so much more better in person. expect to be punished with the wrath of god seven-zero-seven himself

V:

- He was at a dinner with some friends who also were photographers, they were just chatting back and forth about different projects and such.

- V had already been shooting you a few texts here and there but didn’t want to seem rude so the conversation was sort of inconsistent.

- He sent a message asking what you were doing all by yourself back home and holy shit the picture you send him makes him jump so fast he hits the table and everyone looks

- His face is really red and everyone asks if he’s okay, he replies yes before apologizing; excusing himself to the restroom.

- When he’s in there he just stares at the picture and gets really flushed and warm before messaging back, something romantic honestly he’s not great at dirty talk

- Fidgety the entire dinner, he can’t focus on conversation all he can think of is what you’re doing at home without him.

Saeran:

- He had been so focused in his computer work that he’d been ignoring you most of the day.

- The first few texts he just glanced at until he saw a picture notification and grew curious. As soon as he opens it he pushes all his work aside to find you.

- Who knew a simple little nude could motivate him so much?

- But he can’t find you anywhere?? Responds asking where are you before saving the picture ;;)

- Saeran.. I was in your office the whole time

- HOW DIDNT HE NOTICE

- Comes back to his office right away and holy shit there you are, all laid out for him like a perfect little present?? He feels terrible for not even noticing you there but he’ll make up for it.

anonymous asked:

A request to all Olicity blogs: after that post-non-Olicity sex scene, I believe all Olicity blogs should re-blog 3x20 gifs to help expunge that from our memory banks. Please. Maybe a few drabbles to help, too, dear wonderful fic writer? Or a Blood Hands tease? (see what I did there?)

Sneaky anon! I won’t be giving anything Blood Hands away, but… 

I can insist we all think about Oliver leaving hickeys on Felicity’s neck. 

It’s not a conscious thought on his part, he doesn’t actively go out of his way to do it (at first), he just likes tasting her, teasing her, hearing her gasps when he drags his tongue over pulse point and the way she quakes when he sucks on her skin, the groan she gives him when he drags his teeth over the now sensitive spot. It was all so innocent at first, with Felicity chastising him from the bathroom as she covered it with makeup, but as he apologized and went into the bathroom to watch her remove any visible mark of his from her body, he realizes he doesn’t want her to. He wants to see those marks and he wants everyone to see them, too. It’s a primal need to mark her, a way to show the world that she is his and only his. He ignores the need for a while, making sure he only gives her hickeys on places she can cover, but that doesn’t last long. The little thrill he gets when he sees her first thing in the morning - her hair tangled from his hands and sleep, her lips swollen from his kisses, small burns from his beard decorating her chin and complete satisfaction filling her gorgeous, heavy-lidded eyes, all topped off with a deep, dark hickey on her neck… oh, it’s addicting. And he keeps doing it and despite herself, despite how goddamn annoying it is at how much makeup she keeps having to put on and that she is not having to invest in more scarves than she ever thought she’d need, she never stops him. Because she likes wearing his mark.

And then let’s talk about Felicity’s marks on him, the scratches that start on his back and shoulders and slowly migrate to his neck and biceps, or when she bites him as she comes, using him to muffle her cries of pleasure because they couldn’t keep their hands off each other at the restaurant and Oliver has her shoved up against the wall in the ladies restroom, or small kisses that she drops here and there with specific lipstick, knowing she’s leaving small imprints of her lips that he won’t see unless he looks in a mirror… small imprints that she knows he won’t remove, because that thrill it gives her is exactly the same one he feels whenever he marks her.

Or… something like that.

Or maybe talk about how much passion can be conveyed in a few seconds, in a single kiss, in a moment where they are connected as they ever will be, where there is nothing left between them but each other and their love. 

It’s so damn beautiful.

Or we can talk about his gorgeous smile! Look how happy and content and beautiful he is here. This is a man who is completely and totally himself, who has let his walls down completely and knows right down to the very marrow in his bones that he is accepted and loved for exactly who he is.

Or what about this content moment? Yes, there were underlying bad things brewing, but holy god, look how content he is there. Oliver’s home is Felicity. His shelter is Felicity. The light in his life was sparked by Felicity.

And how can anyone forget about her face when she realized that Oliver remembered the color of the pen she was chewing on? The most inconsequential detail of ever and Oliver remembers it, and he’s so incredibly confident about that knowledge, because he memorized everything about her before he knew how important she was going to be to him. It shows that while she’s been fairly obvious about her attraction to him, she wasn’t the only one who has been there since the very, very beginning.

And what about 4x06, an episode of pure gold, when Oliver showed her how much he wanted to be there for her, how open he was to everything she was and is, and how Felicity conquered her fears for their love, because while they can very well get lost in each other, it’s only in each other that they found out who they truly are.

They have loved each other since they first met…

And…

That is how you OTP.

I like how this post went from pure animal need to look how much they love each other. All this proves is that Olicity is capable of all of it and that is damn amazing.

It means that they have the highest highs…

And the lowest lows…

Because that’s how great passion works

And in the end the will make it, because…

I’ll give it a go! @jandjsalmon

They sat in the soft pleather booth of Pops, tangled up in each other for what felt like hours. Careful touches and gentle kisses were the only thing keeping the two troubled teens grounded, The safety they felt in each other’s arms was all they had for now, but in the afterglow of a terrible night filled with insecurities and revelations, just being there was enough.

“It’s getting late.” Betty whispered, her voice hoarse from her crying and her movements sluggish, she felt defeated, embarrassed. She wanted to stay here in Jugheads arms for as long as possible but she knew her mother would be worried. “I have to get home.” She sighed softly, pulling away and dropping a slow kiss to his cheek, her lips lingering for longer than necessary. “I’ll see you at school on Monday.” She slid from the booth and began her walk to the door.

Betty was still hurt, sure they had talked it through, but having him tell her just how little he thought of their relationship, how simple he thought she was? It weighed on her heart. She just wanted to make him happy. She had been trying to make everyone happy for so long and she had been failing. She failed every single time.

Suddenly she felt her arm being tugged and her body being shoved into a solid object, said objects lips dropping down to her own.

Oh.

Jughead had a steady grip on her hips as he wildly attacked her lips, she could feel the passion he was trying to push through, he wanted her to know he cared, wanted her to know she mattered to him. This was his version of an apology. They boy with the vocabulary of a dictionary was reduced to a puddle of kisses in her presence. Betty slowly ran her hands up his back and finally into his wavy dark hair. As soon as her fingertips touched the smooth locks, she pulled back abruptly, eliciting a muffled groan from the boy.

“Juggie. I think you forgot something.” She whispered, the hint of a smile toying on her face.

He looked up at her with confused eyes and raised a brow.

“What did I forget?” He asked absently, eyes still lusty from their heated moment. Betty giggled and tapped her head, making her fingers into a crown. Jugheads eyes widened comically as he realized he had forgotten his beanie on the table at Pops. “I’ll be right back! Don’t move!” He shouted, tripping over his feet in pursuit of his prized possession.

Rolling her eyes, Betty watched through the window as he raced to the table quickly snatching the hat up and running back to her.

“Sorry..I..” he panted looking helplessly at his hat, he wanted to explain why it meant so much to him, wanted her to know that it wasn’t that he was uncomfortable with her, he just needed the hat, but he couldn’t form words, he couldn’t tell her. He felt the hat being taken out of his hands by a pair of tinier fingers, Betty wordlessly lifted the hat from his hands and gently placed it into his head, tugging until it fit right.

“I get it.” She whispered with a soft smile, quickly adjusting her ponytail and shrugging her shoulders.

He felt himself relax almost instantly, quickly taking her hand in his as they headed home. Jughead wrapped an arm around her as she shivered, the night air was cold and she was only wearing a sweater, Jughead quickly took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

Betty looked up at him and frowned
“Oh no Jughead I’m fine. You’ll freeze.” She tried to take the denim jacket off before he placed His hands on her shoulders, securing its place.

“As much as I hate to cover up that ridiculously silly sweater, you’re much smaller then me I’m fairly certain it’s you who will freeze. Speaking of sweaters. Where did you get that crown one from?” He smirked at her blushing cheeks

“I made it.” She said smiling shyly “I made it last night. I figured, you don’t really have a letterman jacket like the football players and this isn’t the 1950s and you don’t have a class ring for me to wear. I just wanted everyone to know I was your girl I guess. I mean atleast for your birthday. It is pretty silly isn’t it?” She looked down, playing with the hem of her sweater.

Jughead abruptly stopped, moving to stand in front of her he took her hands
“No.” he whispered, catching her eyes as she looked up “I was wrong. That’s not silly at all.” He dropped a quick kiss to her lips, his fingers tracing the crown on her chest “I like it. A lot. Crowns suit you.” He smirked, moving back to her side, he could see her house in the distance.

Betty blushed again before smiling cockily
“Well I am a princess after all am I not?” She raised a brow as he stood before her in her front porch.

“Sure thing Juliet.” He rolled his eyes affectionately, looking at her front door.

“You got that right mister.” She walked toward him wrapping her arms around his center as he buried his face in her neck, inhaling the sugary strawberry scent of her hair. This was his home, right here on this front porch wrapped up in Betty Coopers arms.
“Where are you staying tonight?” He heard her whisper into his chest.

“Figure I’ll sleep in Fred’s room tonight, it’ll be nice to have an actual bed for once, gotta keep an eye on Arch, kid can’t hold his alcohol.” Pulling away he dropped a gentle kiss to her forehead, tucking his fingers under her chin to catch her eyes.

“We’re okay aren’t we?” He asked his tone slightly scared.

Betty smiled softly and placed a lingering kiss on his lips

“We’re okay.” She smiled before squeezing his fingers and heading inside.

“We’re okay.” He mumbled to himself, his shoulders slumping with relief as he braced himself for the war zone that was bound to be Archie’s house.