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betty & jughead get married in high school without telling anyone and they find out in school

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“Bets? You ready to go?” Jughead called from the kitchenette, picking up his abandoned beanie and leaning against the bar with a smile as his wife came scrambling out of their tiny bedroom, righting her ponytail and tripping over her little pink flats.

“Never let me sleep in again! I’m pretty much the definition of frazzled right now!” She groaned, picking up her backpack and throwing Jughead the keys to his pickup. Other than his wife and his beanie, that truck was his prized possession, he had saved up money from working at the drive in and it had been his very first purchase, sure working for Fred Andrews definitely payed better but the drive in would always hold a special place in his heart.

Walking out of the trailer the two shared on the southside of town, Betty made sure to double lock the door, all of their neighbors loved the young Newlyweds but it was better to be safe than sorry. Taking her hand in his, she turned him to stare at their home, this was something she always did before they left for the day. Betty always said
“I never want to forget where we came from, you’re dad bought this for us. It’s the best present I could have ever asked for, a home of our very own.”

F.p Jones had delivered them the paperwork the day before they went and got married by the justice of the peace. He owned a few of the trailers, being leader of a prominent gang had its perks I suppose, and he went and picked out the one furthest away from the southside he could, not that Betty minded, she had befriended most of the gang, often inviting the wife’s and their children over for dinner. Jughead had been hesitant to accept the trailer, he wanted to build his own life, at first he didn’t even want his father to be a part of it, but after a long talk with his estranged father, he knew it was for the best and his dad genuinely just wanted to help. F.p and Jugheads relationship was slowly growing stronger and Betty was always right by his side, dubbing F.P her honorary fill in dad, wiggling her eyebrows and smirking. She had a weird crush on the older man

“I don’t have a crush on him Juggie, I just think he’s very attractive. It just means I have something to look forward to when you get older.” She would wink.

The tiny hand on his arm shook him out of his memories and she smiled, tugging him towards the truck, the tiny diamond on her ring finger sparkling. As soon as he got in he wrapped his free hand around his wifes, toying with the tiny ring, he knew she deserved bigger, sparklier, brighter but everytime he brought this up to her she simply shook her hand and grabbed her hand away clutching it to her chest and claimed it was perfect, exactly what she wanted. His wife was crazy. He caught himself smiling as he drove through Riverdale, Betty singing along to the radio and studying her history notes.

Maybe they were too young to be married, maybe they could have waited, but looking over at the love of his life he knew what they had was forever and their was no reason to delay the inevitable, she was everything to him and he never had to wonder if she was going to leave him, she was happy and together they made each other better. It was the definition of unity, sure they had fights, just like every couple but they knew how to solve them, knew how to talk, communicate, it was one of their biggest strong suits.

Pulling into the Riverdale parking lot, Betty sighed, staring at her ring before pocketing the piece of jewelry. She hated hiding something this big from her friends but she knew that once it got out it wouldn’t end well for either of the teens, this town was the epitome of
Judgemental and it was just easier not to talk about.

“You ready Mrs.Jones?” Jughead asked, running a hand over her soft blonde ponytail and kissing her forehead. Betty smiled “you got it Mr.Jones, so I’m working at the flower shop today right after school, you’ll pick me up? Ronnies working at the boutique right next door, she said Smithers would drop me off.” She hopped out of the tall truck and walked beside him as they headed into Riverdale.

“7:00?” He asked as they headed to their lockers.

“Yep.” She beamed at him, God how her smile still made his heart skip was beyond him.

“Well if it isn’t our favorite lovebirds.”
The melodic voice of Veronica Lodge came from behind them as they both turned around to find Kevin, Archie and Veronica headed towards them.

“Hi Ronnie, Kev, Arch” Betty giggled, closing her locker and elbowing Jughead who just grunted and nodded his head before punching fists with Archie.

“What a barbaric show of male masculinity” Kevin rolled his eyes smirking, “we need to borrow your girlfriend, new cheerleading uniforms are in and I want first peeks.” Kevin finished, pulling the pretty blonde from Jughead arm.

Betty rolled her eyes and waved at Jughead and Archie.

Jughead smiled goofily at her, turning to his left he saw Archie eyeing him suspiciously.

“What?” Jughead asked

Archie shrugged his shoulders
“I don’t know, you’re different, ever since you moved back in with your dad you’ve been.. different. Happier? Everything’s going okay?” He could sense the concern In his best friends voice so he clapped a hand to Archie’s shoulder

“Everything’s really good pal.”

The day went by without a hitch until second to last period, Veronica came running into the blue and gold office, her eyes frantic as she sought out Jughead who was fooling around, throwing pretzels at Archie, he sat up right

“Veronica? What’s the matter?”

“It’s Betty, she’s… she’s freaking out.. something about an engagement ring.” Veronica panted, her hands on her knees.

Jughead hopped up, sprinting out of the office and Into the girls locker room, ignoring the gasps of the other cheerleaders, he found his wife on her hands and knees, searching on the ground for what he assumed was her engagement ring.

“Betty…” he stared, bending down to sit beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder, she quickly whipped around, her eyes filled with tears

“It’s gone! Juggie I can’t find it.” She whimpered.

Veronica stepped forward with Archie who looked concerned as Kevin covered his eyes
“I can help” she started “ what are we looking for?”

Betty scrambled
“My engagement ring! We haven’t even gotten our wedding bands yet and I’ve already lost my ring, I was changing into the new uniform and it must have fallen out, why did you marry me juggie? I’m so irresponsible.” She cried onto his chest.

“Married? You’re married?!” Kevin said, his jaw practically on the floor as both Archie and Veronica stared speechless

Jughead pulled Betty against his chest
“It’s just a ring love, it’s okay. We’ll find it, and if we don’t, we’ll get a new one. I love you, that ring doesn’t make you my wife. You’re my wife nonetheless.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and rocked her gently, she sniffled and looked up at him with watery eyes
“I love you.” She whispered.

Suddenly Cheryl stepped forward and cleared her throat
“Is this what you’re looking for?” She held out the tiny ring in between her two fingers almost As if it had germs
“I put it in the lost and found earlier today, you really should have looked there first.” She said gently putting it in Betty’s hand and actually smiling gently before whispering
“Your secret is safe with me.”

Betty looked at gratefully, before standing up and brushing her skirt off, and pressing a kiss to Jughead lips, slowly turning to their friends as the three of them stared with their hands on their hips, the interrogation started before either of the newlyweds had a chance to speak

“For how long?”
“When did this happen? Why wasn’t I invited to the wedding?!”
“So this is why you moved out?!”

Jughead and Betty stayed quiet as their friends bombarded them with questions, finally tiring themselves out.

Jughead wrapped an arm around Betty’s waist and smiled down at her

“I know it’s surprising and we have a lot to explain, come to our place for dinner tonight and we’ll talk about it all.” Betty said gently placing the ring firmly on her finger as her husband brought his lips to her fingers and pressed a butterfly kiss.

Maybe they were too young, and maybe they could’ve waited, but holding his wife and looking at the shocked faces of his friends, he decided once again, why delay the inevitable?

South Park’s ship pairing’s sketch commission for medical treatment’s expense

Sorry for lacking of update ;_;

I accidentally got a gastroenteritis(i assumed from my diagnosis because the doctor still can’t find the clue about my symptoms and have an allergy in medicines that i got from a doctor. Become worsening in this situation.

Due to medical treatment’s expense in Japan’s hospital is extremely expensive until it exceed my budget more than i can handle it well. So I decided to open sketch commission for support the expense that I have admitted in hospital since 23 June

Sketch Art Commission for South Park

Detail: -Fanart : South park any canon,non-canon ships -Shonen-ai/ Yaoi / shoujo-ai

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B/W (Pencil)

Head/Bust $5-10

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Full Body $14-19

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Process: -First I’ll make a sketch and send to you for approval. Edit can be made (max. 3 times altogether), then payment and I’ll finalize the artwork. -Will take within 1 week to finish, I’ll let you know first if it takes longer. -After I finish commission,If u have an requirement to keep the original work,I’ll ship it by ems to your address.The shipment’s price will include with commission’s also.the shipment is depend on countries and region zone

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Draco + Harry

“I have a thousand things to say, and a thousand reasons not to.”

This is what I told myself when Harry had asked me why I didn’t tell Bellatrix I knew it was him back in the Malfoy Manor. A few months has gone by since the Battle of Hogwarts, and everyday I still think about my shame. The disappointment I felt in myself when I was standing there in the Room of Requirement with the awareness of Blaise and Goyle hovering above my fear. I should of told you, Harry. I should of told you why. I should of told you that it was because I was in love with you. I didn’t acknowledge it much before. All my arrogance was focused on was being better - defeating the power within you that I wish I’d carried. Honestly all that power that I carried within myself - the hatred, the cruelty, the righteousness - it was all just a simple mechanism for myself. To hide my feelings for you. All those times I was almost alone with you, I had a chance. I had a chance to come clean. But there it was again - the judgement of my father, the fact that I seemed so worthy to him - stopped me from doing anything. That moment when we were together on your broomstick in the Room of Requirement while it was blazing itself to ash, I felt so safe. Even with everything that was being destroyed beneath us, it was the first time in a long time where I felt safe. Where I felt as though I didn’t need my father, my family or even myself. All I needed was my arms around your waist while you flew me to safety. My eyes were on the fire, but my mind was going to your Harry. That I was with you. I hope someday we can meet again with our families and children and I could finally tell you how much you meant to me. How much I wanted you but never felt worthy enough to have.

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Joe Sugg x Reader - I Missed You

“Joe Sugg.” I glare my sparkly lined eyes to my boyfriend that I’m (steamily) livid at. Joe had been away on work and then to his dad’s up north but I had to stay. He finally came back today but it was one of his mates’ birthday and so we obliged to going to a club in London. Honestly, I just missed my boyfriend and now I was feeling a bit neglected. I missed his scent and running my hands over his shoulders, giving massages and his little smiles that somehow were the grandest things. Not that I would let him know that, I’d spent all night in a damn tight dress showing off my body (because I had so much time I actually worked out when Joe was gone) and playing with Joe just the right amount.
Now it was 2AM, we rolled back to his flat and Joe was sipping some water to cool off.

“You shouldn’t really be using that tone with me after tonight missy.” Joe eyed me back as I looked to his chest all down up in his suit and tie. How somebody could look sexy yet boyish at the same damn time was beyond me.
“Excuse me?” I tilted my head prancing away from him towards the couch, but he grabbed me by the waist faster than I could anticipate.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Tonight in the club, practically flirting with everyone then sitting back in my lap like a pretty little girl, placing my hands in loads of places. Not to mention the scene at the restaurant.” Joe snarled as I giggled.
“That’s what you get. Leaving me all week, then going to your dad’s and when you finally come back, you edit all day long before we have to go out with your friends clubbing til the early morning,” I took a breath after listing everything and blinked my eyes at him, getting rid of my built up frustration. I was just a girl who missed her boyfriend and was feeling neglected. As he came over to wrap his arms around me, I rolled my eyes pulling away and he chuckled.
“Oh baby missed me did she?” Joe asked smirking a little while I pouted. Joe Sugg became the sun for me in cloudy London and I missed him like hell.
“Yes.” I batted my eyes just a little baby, knowing full well how much he liked that.
“When then I guess I can help that…” Joe said pulling me close to him as I grind-ed my body even closer into him.

He grabbed me by the hips lifting me up on the marble countertop of his kitchen. I grab hold of his strong jaw as Joe re-familiarized himself with my breast area leaving kisses all around. I grin out in pleasure as Joe moves down my body and I’m pretty sure he leaving all the marks that he’s mine. But this is far too mild and not enough for him going away so long, so when I touch his hair my hands bring his head closer to me mouth.

“Bedroom,” I whisper in between and out of breath as he nods. Carrying me towards the stairs I try to hold myself back urging to get on Joe’s bed. He holds me in his arms and as we make it around the corner Joe says, “Patience y/n.”
“I’ve been patient all week.” I run my hands all over his chest and rapidly unbutton his shirt after taking off his blazer. Joe unzips his pants and takes my dress off, sighing in awe. It’s a pure tragedy how long I’ve been away from the the person who knows how to treat me best.
“Pretty little thing.” Joe says out of breath and I feel him after so long.
“F**k I missed you.” I moan out close to screaming as Joe continues with himself.
“Same,” Joe chuckles in his thick sweet accent as we run through each other.
“y/n! Oh–” I grab onto his lips and kiss them shut.
“Shut up. Just do it.” I grin menacingly, growing impatient. Oh how I craved for his feeling.
“Ooh demanding,” he raises his eyebrows up at me, “As you wish.”

Before I even have time to comprehend my already dreamlike state, Joe follows my command exactly and better than I could’ve ever.
“Joe!” My voice shouts probably waking up the neighbors. He smirks at getting me in this state and position, “Shhh love. It’s only 3 in the morning. We have to be quiet.” I nod my head but my eyes are eager his continuing. The climax is pretty but exciting leaving me perplexed all around. Him as well.

When all is done and everything has come, I lay back excruciatingly satisfied and Joe is happily exhausted after I did my part.
“I freaking love you y/n.” Joe smiles with his perfect blue eyes and messy blonde quiff. I scoot closer into his bare oddly tanned chest and gaze into the beautiful face above mine.
“I love you too baby,” I say before Joe cups my face kissing me gently.
“But now…” I murmur playfully and Joe looks at me with the softest look in the entire world that melted me in a split second.
“Yes my dear?” His voice was a sweet kind of ecstasy that left you craving more while hid it held you in the delicate and most loving way possible.
“I do want to just cuddle you please.” I chirp in the girly-est baby voice ever.
Joe does a quiet laugh and kisses my cheek while I mindlessly stroke his gorgeous face. He takes a long satisfied sigh and pulls me into him, both of us in spooning condition. He intertwines our hands together and twists his leg with mine, beginning to play with my hair as my head rests on him.
“Anything for you.” His voice says sweet as honey whilst I’m held in his strong arms. A feeling of gratitude and butterflies swarm through me and Joe leaving kisses all along my neck making his way downs. I lay more relaxed than ever watching the person I love with his dorky grin and baby blue eyes looking at me in absolute admiration. I loved him and he loved me. There wasn’t a doubt in the entire world of our love. Everything in this moment was ethereal and ideal perfection. With my fingers running through his perfect blonde hair and his kisses all around me, I smile and hold off on the morning to allow myself a few more hours of a pure haven.



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12 Dates of Christmas; Part 4

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Summary: AU. Dean and the reader are set up on a blind date a few weeks before Christmas, and things kind of seem too good to be true. They decide to have twelve dates beginning with their first and ending with Christmas, to see if spending all that time together will change their minds – and their feelings.

Word Count: 1670

Warnings: Back to just the fluffy stuff!

Tags: @supernaturalfreewill @dashing-through-the-nope @kbrand0​ @growingupgeek @illisea


Your name: submit What is this?

When the both of you woke, it was close to suppertime.

Dean started to stir first; you, thinking he was going to be waking up and leaving you on the blankets alone, snuggled closer to him in an attempt to get him to stay. Your face against his chest amplified the sound of his sleep chuckle.

“I’m not going anywhere, just trying to get a better look at you,” Dean assured, placing his chin on top of your head.


“I could go for some coffee though.”

“Me, too,” you sighed, loosening your embrace on him just a little.

Dean cleared his throat. “Can I tell you something without you freaking out?”

Although you weren’t quite ready, you opened your eyes to pull back just a little more so you could look at him. A little smile tugged at one end of your mouth and you nodded.

“This is far into the future, I know, but, Y/N, I really think I could be happy waking up with you like this for the rest—for a very long time.”

You smiled at his correction as you ducked your head before sighing again, “Me, too.”

He kissed your forehead then, and you rolled over to stretch your weary muscles. Thoughts of the rough calls from your last shift came back to you, but you pushed them away. EMS had people who talked with their employees about hard calls like that and helped them work through it. These weren’t your first tough calls, or even the toughest you’d had, but if these four days off didn’t do the trick to get you feeling better, you’d get in touch with the right people. For now, you were going to enjoy the next few days with Dean.

While he did his morning routine – although now the sun was going down – you started the coffee maker and pulled down the few things you had for pancakes, and retrieved the grocery bag of stuff Dean had brought with him, from the refrigerator.

“What’s all this?” Dean asked when he arrived in the kitchen.

You smiled. “You promised me pancakes, Sparky. I’ve got the coffee going, now get to work.”

Dean feigned sadness. “And what are you doing to do while I’m cooking?”

“Get cleaned up,” you informed him. “I feel like I’ve got a month’s worth of grime on me right about now.”

“Yeah, you smell like it, too,” Dean teased.

You swatted at him, but he was too quick; he grabbed your hand and pulled you in for a kiss.

“Good morning,” he said softly.

“Good morning,” you smiled back.

While you took a quick shower, brushed and braided your wet hair, and changed into clean pajamas, you couldn’t get that smile off your face. Yes, waking up wrapped in Dean had been amazing. Certainly something you could do for a long time to come, even if it didn’t become an immediate practice. You thought about the few days you had off, and decided that if Dean was up for it, you wanted to spend those days with him.

There was a stack of pancakes, a fresh cup of coffee, a glass of orange juice, and a plate of crispy bacon waiting for you on the table when you returned. You kissed Dean well and good, a reward for his hard work.

“Breakfast – I mean supper – is served,” Dean said proudly as he sat down with his own cup of coffee and plates for the two of you.

“It looks amazing. Thank you for doing all of this.”

“You’re very welcome.”

There was little talk as the two of your enjoyed the pancakes and bacon until you were full to the brim. Dean stored the leftovers while you loaded the dishwasher. After everything was pretty much cleaned up, the two of you enjoyed the last two cups of coffee.

“I know I promised you Christmas movies,” Dean started, “but I’m not sure I can make it through more than one.”

You smiled over the warm mug in your hands. “It’s all right. I usually only stay up for a few hours after I sleep all day, to get to a normal routine for my days off. We can watch them another time. I’ll let you get home.”

Dean smiled, and you wondered if he wanted to stay again. You were tempted to make the offer, but reminded yourself that you were the one who wanted to pace this whole thing. Instead, you offered a different consolation.

“How about we set up the rest of our dates before you go?” you offered, grabbing your calendar off the wall. “Does this count as three or four?”

“Well, we did sleep in between.”

You chuckled and started writing. “Fair enough. Dinner was one, Christmas tree decorating was two, the all-day nap was three, and breakfast was four. That means we have eight more to plan. Seven, really, since number twelve is supposed to be Christmas.”

“I’ve got a busy day at the garage tomorrow, unfortunately,” Dean admitted. “I’ll probably be there late.”

“It’s okay. We still have plenty of time. And I’ll text you all the sweet things girls say to keep you going through the day.”

Dean laughed. “Sounds good. Do you want to go Christmas shopping with me the day after that? I’m sure that you, being Miss Christmas Fanatic and all, are done with your shopping, but I need to find something for my mom and my sister-in-law.”

“We can do that.” You jotted it on the calendar: Dean #5 – Christmas Shopping. “The next day is my last day off for this run. Maybe we can watch our Christmas movies then? Keep it low-key?”

“Sounds perfect to me.”

You wanted to tell him how perfect he seemed to you in reply, but you couldn’t decide if it was too cheesy or not. Instead, you kissed his cheek and wrote Dean #6 – Movies on your calendar.

“Oh! Mandy’s Christmas party is this weekend. Did she mention it to you?”

Dean nodded. “I think in hopes that I would go as your date.”



“Yes,” you smiled. “Because I’m also mentioning it in hope that you’ll be my date.”

“Do I have to wear an ugly Christmas sweater?”

“No,” you laughed. “Usually everyone wears red or green, or both. We have dinner and drinks, play a couple of games. I’m on at the station the next day, so I don’t know that I’ll stay too late, but it’ll be fun. And, if you want, I have a day off in between for us to schedule a date.”

“I’ll come up with something for your extra day off, for number seven,” Dean offered. “And Mandy’s party can be number eight.”

“I feel like these dates are flying by,” you sighed.

Dean pulled your chair closer to him and nuzzled your neck. Between his eyelashes and his stubble, the tickling on your skin made you giggle.

“It isn’t going to end after these twelve,” Dean promised.

“You sure about that, Sparky?”

He didn’t answer, just kissed you and started to gather up his stuff. You wondered why he didn’t answer, even after you saw him to the door and kissed him goodnight, and made him promise to let you know he’d gotten home safely.


The next day, you got up early, hit the gym, showered again, and did some household chores that had been in need of doing during your one-day-on-one-day-off rotations. You were scheduled to meet Mandy for lunch, and the two of you had a great time catching up. After some grocery shopping and putting away some laundry, you headed to your father’s house for supper. He was more than ready to hear about this guy you’d been dating – especially since said guy apparently made his daughter very happy.

As promised, you texted Dean sweet things all throughout the day. He didn’t always reply immediately, which you understood, but when he did, the replies were just as sweet. You could tell when you talked to him at the end of his work day – thirteen hours after he had started working – that he was tired. You knew that spending the previous day with you, staying up so he could be on your sleep schedule, had probably made him more tired.

“No more of that,” you admonished. “You have to take care of yourself, first.”

“We’ll see, Y/N,” Dean replied, his words tired but teasing. “Hey, are you home?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Go look outside. Call me back after you look, if you want.”

“Okay … Talk to you soon.”

“Soon,” Dean agreed.

You disconnected the call, slipped your feet into your untied boots by the door, and took a peek outside. You didn’t see anything straight off. Frowning, you made sure your jeans were tucked into your boots, even if they were tucked a little messy, and shoved your hands in the front pocket of your hoodie.

When you reached the end of the sidewalk off your porch, you saw him. Dean was standing next to the passenger door of his running truck, a red rose in his hand.

“I know we weren’t supposed to see each other today, and this doesn’t count as a date or anything, but I couldn’t end my day without kissing you. Just didn’t feel right.”

You walked over to him, the snow crunching under your heavy boots. “And the rose?”

Dean shrugged. “Figured I couldn’t show up empty-handed. Maybe I should have called first.”

“No,” you said quietly, going up on tiptoe to kiss him. “Surprises are good.”

Dean smiled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist as it continued, lasting but innocent. When you finally pulled away for a breath, he was still smiling at you.

“I wasn’t so sure about this whole blind date business at first, but it’s definitely made me agree with you about the surprises. And you, Y/N, have been the best surprise of all.”

Your agreement came in the form of another sweet kiss.

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BUCKYNAT AU: The Americans (inspired)

Having trained together to become Russia’s finest assassians, the Black Widow and the Winter Soldier are transported to America to carry out their covert mission to spy on the American government. Leaving their identities behind, James Barnes and Natasha Romanoff begin a new life in America living as a married couple, fighting the Cold War behind enemy lines. 

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Request/Summary: I knew your box is empty… I CAN SOLVE IT!!! I was thinking about a one shot SebastianxReader. She is indicated a category in Oscar and she is pregnant! During the red carpet, Seb said for the reader don’t fangirl everytime she sees someone. But, she worked with Leonardo DiCaprio and he walked toward them smiling when DiCaprio saw the reader and asked about the baby, this is the moment where Seb is honored to meet him and fangirl! ( @mimisari234 )

Pairing: Sebastian x Reader (drabble)

Warnings: None

A/N: That awkward moment when I’m reading the Great Gatsby lol

“Sebastian, I’m not the one you should be worried about.”

You laughed as he zipped up the back of your dark, long blue dress. You heard your husband laugh behind you, fixing the necklace that hung around your neck.

“Then what should I worry about?” He asked, guiding you out the door of the hotel room and downstairs to the main hall.

The two of you were going to the annual Oscar awards tonight, time going by fast as you stepped into the cab. You had your husband accompany you as your plus one, being happy that you had someone, other than the life that grew in you, by your side.

“Uhm, youself, actually.” You smiled, gripping his hand as you starred out the tinted windows. “I’ve worked with this guy for almost a year now. I have nothing to worry about. You, on the other hand - He’s your favorite actor! I’m afraid you’ll pass out.”

Sebastian smiled, swooping his hand through his hair. “Point taken.”

As you stepped out of the cab, Sebastian helped out out, taking your hand in his to take pictures on the red carpet. You took pictures with each other and some solo ones, showing off your new dress but most importantly, the new edition to the family. Sebastian walked off to meet with the press, you stood firmly and comfortably on the carpet.

You saw Leo approaching your side, smiling as he joined you for a picture. “You look stunning, Y/N.” He smiled, still looking at the bright lights in front of him. You did the same.

“Same to you.” You laughed. As you stepped off to the side with him, you exchanged hugs and greetings.

“So, do I finally get to meet your husband?” He asked. “After all these years, are you finally being true to your word?” He asked sarcastically. You laughed at him.

“Very funny. But yes, now you’ll get to meet the goof I call my husband. He’s over there, I believe.” you said, pointing to the direction where Sebastian stood, all dressed clad in his dark suit, cameras on him as he was being interviewed.

You and Leo walked toward him, scanning through the crowds of press, paparazzi and actors as you finally got to Sebastian mid interview. You tapped his shoulder. “Surprise.” You smiled, kissing his cheek. Sebastian turned around and smiled at you.

“Speaking of the beauty.” He smiled. He held you close with an arm around your waist, holding you upright. “There she is.”

“Seb, I’d like you to meet somebody.” You smiled at the cameras, then to him. “Leo, meet Sebastian. Sebastian, Leo.” You introduced the two, stepping to the side so they could greet each other.

“So nice to finally meet you. Love your work.” Leo smiled, shaking a rather stunned Sebastian.

“Sa-You too.” Sebastian replied. He was smiling, eyes wide as he shook his hand. You were glad that cameras caught this reaction so you could embarrass him later.

“I see that you have a new edition to the family.” Leo said, maintaining conversation for the press. “Boy or girl?”

“Well, we don’t know the gender just yet. We’re awaiting the surprise.” You replied, draping an arm around Sebastian’s free shoulder.

“I’d like them to be a boy. I’d probably name him after you.” Sebastian shrugged. He made you and Leo laugh. As cameras went off, the two had a proper conversation and greeting as the three of you walked to your tables and into the actual assembly. The men said their goodbyes and Sebastian met you at your table.

“Don’t make a fool of yourself, you say?” You mocked what he said earlier. He only shook his head, still looking at the other side of the ginormous hall at your cast mate’s table. “Stop starring, Seb!” You whispered.

“I’m sorry, it’s just…He’s actually real.” He said in disbelief.

“Oh, boy.” You laughed, putting a palm to your forehead.

“I should’ve asked for a picture with him.”

“Oh yeah, huh?”

“Yeah. We should’ve reenacted the Titanic pose.”

I'll Be Your Dancer

Who: Jimin (Mr. I have thighs that can kill.) X Reader

Genre: Smut 

Summery: A world where Jimin in a dance teacher and you are a dancer. 

Word Count: 3425

Warnings: Small fight, he kind of pushes himself onto you but all in all you want it and a mirror is involved :P

AN: Thank you so much to my frannd who edited this for me. Love to you!! I don’t know if I should start taking in requests. I am debating whether I should or not. Would you guys even like to have smut or fluff written by me. Oh, and my next post will be smut about baby baek so be ready :P

Jimin tightened his hold around my waist and with two final thrusts he groaned and climaxed deep inside of me. It felt like electricity surged through my hot body. Tiny electric pins exploding throughout my body and intensifying around my entrance. That was all I need because within seconds I let out a loud gasp as I felt myself release around Jimin’s emptying cock. He held himself up over me and I watch his face change and model into expressions of pleasure. He bit his lip and I’ve never wanted to kiss someone so bad. Our hearts beat fast, but started to slow down. I felt him slipped out of me before he rolls over to lie down beside me and take me into his arms and hold me close to his beating heart.

I’m done with thinking. I’m done with being so stressed out over this show. The director always picking on me and calling me out, telling me that I’m doing it all wrong. I go right and he tells me I should have gone left, I put my whole heart into every movement and he tells me it’s not enough. What the hell does he want? Well, I’ll tell you what he’s taken. Two hours. Two hours of my life. I’ve been at this one on one rehearsal that he insisted I needed for two hours!

“I guess you don’t want to go home?” He asked me with the dirtiest look on his sexy face that I currently wanted to smash into the hard floor.

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  Request: Could you like draw my HSS MC with Wes?? Like he can just have an arm around her waist/shoulder or something. - thomasorsonhunt

  Sorry if it’s a bit too sketchy, but I finally finished it after like what, 3 hours? It’s both around the shoulder and waist! :D I hope you like it. Thank you for requesting! - ★ 

EDIT: I swear, I always miss a layer or two, but I’ve added his 5 o’clock shadow. ( ^U ^ ; )

An Evening With Dan and Phil

Summary - What I imagine Dan and Phil’s evening was like on Friday the 5th of February 2016. 

Total fluff, very domestic, established relationship, references to their latest videos, no warnings, word count 920. Please send me feedback/tell me if there are mistakes!

Dan sat in his sofa crease looking through the tweets responding to their latest gaming video, PhilDANalds. Phil was out shopping as he’d insisted on cooking pasta for tea after Dan’s little comment in the video. He smiled as he read the positive and funny feedback. “Phil’s so cute in this!” “Omg matching shirts so cute” “My Dan and Phil are eating with Kanye rn!” Dan giggled, he loved his viewers. He heard Phil’s key in the door and his familiar footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Honey, I home!” Phil joked, putting his shopping bags down in the kitchen before going through to the lounge and dropping himself onto the sofa next to Dan. Dan kissed him on the cheek in greeting and smiled.

“You should read some of these tweets they’re hilarious” he read one out, giggling.

“‘Super sly guys, no one noticed the matching shirts don’t worry ;).’ Literally 90% of the tweets of the tweets are about our shirts. I told them it was a happy coincidence.”

Phil giggled at Dan’s exaggeration and his little white lie.

“Ahh yes, a happy coincidence that you put on /my/ adventure time shirt this morning and then said that I should wear my hoodie so that we match.”

“Shhh, they don’t need to know that!” Dan giggled back, closing his laptop and leaning into Phil a little.

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we just told them? That we’re… well, us.” Dan asked.

“The thing is I think people would expect our videos to change if we told them. But they wouldn’t, we wouldn’t start randomly making out during a gaming video, or start talking about relationship problems on our side channels or anything. But I think that’s what people would expect and I wouldn’t want to let them down or feel pressured to change our video style.”

“Relationship problems?” Dan asked, slightly worried by Phil’s statement.

“Hypothetical problems Bear don’t worry” Phil said, placing a kiss on Dan’s forehead.

“Oh right. I think generally most people would react positively… I mean half of them think we’re a couple anyway. But there’s bound to be a few who don’t like it and feel the need to tell everyone. I just couldn’t be bothered with the drama I guess.”

“I like having our little secret, it makes it a bit more magical I guess, the time that we do get to spend together as a couple. Although I am glad that PJ and Sophie know now, I didn’t like acting in front of them.”

“Yeah me too, I like things just the way they are.”

“How about just the way they are but with added pasta?” Phil joked, “I’m starving!”

“Me too, come on then, I’ll help.”

They set about making their bolognase, Dan making Phil laugh by pretending they were doing a Dan and Phil cooking show.

“Oops we’ll have to edit that bit out” Dan giggled after Phil hit him on the butt with a spatula.

“You can edit this out too.” said Phil, and he grabbed Dan by the waist, pulling him into a long, slow kiss.

Dan felt himself go weak at the knees when Phil kissed him. Damn he loved that boy so much.

“What was that for?” Dan asked when Phil finally pulled away.

“Do I need a reason to kiss my gorgeous boyfriend?” Phil chuckled.

“No actually, feel free to do that whenever you want.”

“Oh, okay then.” Phil smirked as he pulled Dan in for another kiss.

“Not that I’m not enjoying this casual kitchen make out session, but I think the pasta is probably overdone by now” Dan smiled, he couldn’t care less if the pasta was overdone, he was so full with joy right now after the positive tweets and Phil being a cutie.“

"You set the table then and I’ll dish up.” Phil instructed.

“Oh so we’re actually going to use the table for once? Not just eat on our laps in front of an anime?” Dan quipped, brushing his hand down Phil’s back as he stood next to him, opening the draw to get the cutlery out.

“I think spaghetti plus sitting on the couch is probably not a great move” Phil laughed.

“Hmm fair point.” Dan agreed, then set off in search of matches as he’d decided to be romantic, since they were actually sitting at the table, by lighting some candles.

“Phil where have you put the matches?” Dan shouted through from the living room. “And do we have any candles that aren’t scented?!”

“They’re in my room!” Phil chuckled at Dan’s comment, “and you know I only buy candles because they smell nice!”

Dan smiled, at least he had a lot of candles to choose from.

As they settled down to eat their dinner Phil started telling one of his far fetched tales of what happened to him while he was at the shop. Dan smiled and laughed, Phil was so cute, and he was so in love. He could listen to Phil’s voice all day. In fact he did sometimes, especially if Phil was away, he would sit and watch all of Phil’s videos, never tiring of the stories Phil told.

“I love you.” Dan smiled at Phil when he’d finished his story.

“I love you too Dan” Phil said softly, smiling at the blissful feeling of being loved by someone and loving that someone back.

Brianna strongly resembles her father, standing at about six feet tall, with waist-length hair the color of a red deer’s pelt, and slightly slanted blue eyes over high cheekbones.Her mouth is wide with a full bottom lip. Those that knew Ellen MacKenzie, or have seen her self-portrait, remark how Brianna looks like her grandmother, but Brianna’s chin is pointed, not rounded, and her features somewhat more bold than Ellen’s. - Description of Brianna Fraser.


This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout “Save us!”… and I’ll whisper “no.” - Watchmen (2009)

5SOS Preference: Something you do that turns him on
  • Michael: "Babe, can you help me?" You asked as you bit your lip, trying to finish curling your hair. You heard him approach, but out of the corner of your eye, you could see him just watching you. "Mikey! Can you please help hold back my hair? I just need to curl one more piece." He walked over, his fingers brushing against your skin as he held back your hair. When you were finished, he leaned in. "You look so sexy when you're concentrated and frustrated. It's a shame your hair is so pretty, because I'm going to smash the curls out of it tonight."
  • Ashton: As much as I hated writing, I always forced myself to spend hours on it, perfecting and finalizing my work. As I edited my essay for my teacher, I twirled my fingers aimlessly through my hair, and biting my pen absentmindedly. I could see Ash approach from behind, and immediately felt his hands wrap around my waist. "Baby, I know you're busy writing, but you look so sexy with your glasses on. Why don't we take a brain break?" He whispered hoarsely before picking me up without an answer.
  • Calum: "Hey babe, how does this dress look?" I asked as I exited the dressing room. One of my cousins was getting married, and I was having trouble finding a dress. "Cal?" I asked again, as he stared at me. "I... ehm... it looks super hot, babe." He tore his eyes from my bum, his cheeks tinted red as he looked me in the eye. I turned to go back to the dressing room, just as he jumped up and whispered in my ear. "I can't wait to tear you out of it. Hurry up and dress so we can get home, because I have never wanted you more in my life."
  • Luke: I had woken up early on a lazy Sunday, and decided to make breakfast for me and Luke before he woke up. Trying not to disturb him, I had thrown on one of his old Nirvana t-shirts over my underwear before going downstairs. I hummed as I got out the pancake mix, when I suddenly felt giant hands on my waist. I gasped as I turned around to see Luke smirking at me. "Jesus Luke, you scared the shit out of me." "Sorry babe, you just look so fucking sexy in my shirt. I'm really hungry, and pancakes aren't going to do it for me." I gave him a confused look. "Do you want bacon and eggs instead?" Luke chuckled. "No. I'm hungry for you." He picked me up bridal style, the thoughts of breakfast long gone.

A/N: SO I’M PRETTY SURE THIS WAS RUSHED. It’s been sitting in my documents collecting dust ever since the first viewing of the series finale because of this post and I was just reminded of it today. So, here is a little drabble and I apologize if it’s shit because I didn’t edit or re-read it (which I should have, honestly) but- Eh. What you gonna do, right?


If Rae’s arms could be wrapped around his waist forever like this, Finn would never leave this bed. He should be sleeping; because their first time together was a lot about Rae being comfortable enough to let him kiss her skin, to smooth his hands gently down her sides and map them (directions from here to here), and Finn’s tired, he is, but his head still swims at the thought of Rae. Rae who is so ridiculously human, flawed and mending and beautiful like wind that whistles through the leaves.

“I can hear you thinking,” Rae mumbles sleepily against his bare chest. She snuggles up more, tucking her head under his chin and Finn smiles, the arm that’s wrapped around her shoulders pulling her in tighter so that all he can smell is the sweetness of her hair. “Go to sleep.”

“Can’t,” Finn says quietly, the gentle white noise of the rain almost swallowing his voice in the sound. “I tried.”

“What you thinking about?”

“You,” he feels falling, like stumbling onto a beaten path and then down a hole with no end. “And the fact that we’re here.”

“What d'you mean?”

“I mean like, the fact that I have you in my arms. Is that too cheesy?”

“Oh, definitely,” Rae laughs and then, “But it’s alright.”

Finn smiles, presses a kiss to her temple and it’s nice, the feeling of peace that settles all around them. He thinks of slow kisses and hands tangled in hair and drinking in the moonlight. Skin pressed flush against skin (rose petals).

(He’s never known something could be so special. Like walking through a gallery of art and everything else is just a blur of pastel, sunshine yellow at every turn, baby blue smudged across several canvases. But Rae-
Rae is all vibrant colors, Finn’s noticed from the start. From the very first time she showed up at the pub, arms linked with Chloe, he’s known she was going to be someone who would either make his life hell, or make it better. It’s been a ride ever since.)

Rae smooths her hand over the planes of Finn’s chest, pulling him out of his thoughts. He hums softly.

“So,” she taps her fingers along the space between his collarbones to the top of his ribcage. “Are you going back to Leeds, then?”

“It depends, really.”

“On what?”

“On you.”

It’s a big risk, he knows. He knew it the first time he asked (“I’ve got no other reason to stay, have I?”) and yet he goes for it again because this time he feels like there might be a different answer to this question that haunts him in his sleep. The wish to a have a reason. The glue that keeps his feet on the ground and keeps him from drifting off the face of this earth and into the abyss.

Rae lifts her head up slowly, looks him in the eye as the finger that was previously tapping starts tracing letters on his flesh, hesitant like she’s not sure if she should.


And Finn feels like his heart might soar out of his chest because she smiles down at him. The light from the lamp illuminates Rae’s eyes and, if he could, Finn would drown in the warm honey color of them, let it wash over him until he can’t breathe.

Finn cups Rae’s cheek in his hand and reaches up to kiss her softly, licking into her mouth. It’s sweet, the fit of their lips together and there’s a promise that lingers even after they part for air. A promise that yes Finn will stay, because all he needed was a confirmation, in any way, shape or form and he has it. It’s written on his chest and he still feels the ghost of her finger against him.

He grins up at her and kisses the corner of her mouth.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

Braid ----> an olicity moment

a little thing dedicated to smoakandarrow because her flash fic thing is inspiring me.
(just added a sequel here! : http://whoseeswhatsyetunseen.tumblr.com/post/87273462504/glasses-case-an-olicity-moment-or-two ) ____________________________

“How do you even know how to do this?”


“Oh, right,” Felicity nodded.

“Hey! Stop moving, Felicity!” Oliver growled and gripped her strands of hair.

“Ow!” So, of course, she yanked away from him and turned her head. “That—”

“Can you ju—”

They both stopped talking. Their noses were awkwardly pressed together. Oliver’s arm was wrapped around Felicity’s head with his fingers tangled in the remains of the French braid.

“I swear. To. GOD. If you do NOT fucking kiss her RIGHT NOW, Oliver, I’m either gonna shoot you or walk out of here and never look back.”

They both turned their heads to look at Diggle. Felicity started to say something, but when Digg released the catch on his holster, Oliver forced her head to turn back and he pressed his lips against hers, hard.


Felicity was frozen, not sure what or why, and not sure how or if she should respond…

So Oliver groaned, wrapped his free arm around her and pulled her into him. He opened his mouth, licked her lips and caressed the back of her head with his tangled fingers.

When she started to talk again, he slipped in and was rewarded with the feel of her low moan into his mouth. He felt her body relax, her hands resting on his waist.

He finally pulled back enough to look into her eyes. She simply stared back into his.


“Hey, you guys all have your phones off, or are you just igno—” Roy skidded to a stop beside Diggle, who was smirking, arms folded, propped against a table, and unashamedly watching his friends.

“Huh, what’d I miss?” Roy asked.