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Camping - Bughead

He never really liked camping. The idea of sleeping outside on the dirt being eaten alive by bugs was never really Jughead’s idea of fun. Although when Archie, Veronica and Betty suggested they went camping, he agreed before he really had the chance to think it through. He blamed it on the beautiful blond who had begged that he joined them. Telling him over and over that he would have heaps of fun.

He had just automatically thought that they would all be sharing a big tent together. But was shocked to find out that there were two smaller tents that they would be sleeping in. After helping the other three set up the tents he placed his stuff next to Archie’s. Sure that the girls would share and so would they. Until he heard, “Sorry Jughead, Archie and I would like to share if you don’t mind.” He looked over and saw that the dark haired Veronica was already setting up her sleeping bag in the tent with Archie’s.

“Guess it’s you and me then Juggie.” Betty had said whilst giving him one of her signature smiles.  Jughead’s heart flipped twice over. He could feel his checks turning a light shade of red.

After the little group had roasted marshmallows and talked for hours on end, they decided it was time to head to bed. While they all took their turns changing into their Pj’s it started to rain. Suddenly Betty had grabbed his hand and was running while pulling Jughead closer and closer to their tent. They both fell into the tent laughing.

The two teenagers soon found themselves lying close together keeping each other warm. Both feeling relaxed and comfortable in each other’s company. “You know Juggie, that you really are amazing.” Betty said looking at Jughead with her beautiful green eyes. “So are you Betty! More than you understand.” He replied.

He soon found himself leaning in closer and closer until their lips touched. The kiss seemed to last forever but ended way too fast. They both looked at each other smiling. “I think I love you Betty.” He said to her with a sweet smile on his face. “I think I may love you as well Juggie!” She replied lying back down onto his chest.

Time passed slowly but he was happy. Completely and utterly happy. Falling asleep listening to sounds of Betty’s peaceful breathing.

‘I think I might just like camping.” He thought to himself before slipping into a deep sleep next to the girl he loved.

ishipallthings replied to your post: Imagine Steve sneaking into Tony’s bed during cold…

And after they finally get together there’s no need to sneak into Tony’s bed anymore (as fun as that image is omg), and Steve finds himself liking cold nights because snuggling with Tony on those nights, the arc reactor a beacon in the darkness, gives him the warmest feeling of love.

Oh my god, yeeeees.

I had this funny thought of Tony waking up one night (before they get together) and feels two warm and strong arms wrapped around his waist. He’s so confused but doesn’t panic because he just knows who it is. And he looks up and sees the adorably sleeping face of Steve Rogers, hair all mussed and a little bit of drool at the corner of his mouth. 

Tony stares at him for a few moments before rolling his eyes fondly and snuggling back down against him, heading back to sleep. But his heart is pounding because he can’t believe that this is happening, maybe it’s a dream but it’s not.

The Sherlock Conspiracy Theorists on this website are literally having the most fun anyone has ever had watching a television show. We are decoding puzzles on multiple media platforms by cross-referencing plot lines from stories written throughout the last 130 years all while building knowledge of literature, math, music, coding, history, geography, chemistry, and television production. We are playing The Great Game in real time. I only wish more people could’ve joined us here because we won’t find another game this intricate in our lifetime, and everyone who finds this later will always be a few steps behind.

I hope everyone realizes this Conspiracy community is not about us being right – it’s about us pushing the boundaries of our intellect and having fun in the process. It’s been an honor playing The Great Game with all of you.

I don’t want to rain on anybody’s fandom fun but I find it kind of hilarious everybody pegs Keith as resident conspiracy theorist when like

Keith, in episode 1: So I just felt weirdly compelled to go out in the desert and look for something, found carvings that led me to anticipate some kind of arrival and I knew I had to go meet whoever was coming and get them away from the Garrison. It turned out aliens were involved but that’s really not that important? Also I’ll just talk about it like all of this is normal and be mildly put-out when someone makes fun of me. Weird pseudo-clairvoyance is just a normal thing that happens to everyone, right?

Pidge, in episode 1: I infiltrated a government space exploration program by falsifying my identity and secretly built equipment to listen for alien radio chatter which I regularly sneak out of the dorms to do. I did this because said government space program is definitely lying to me about the disappearance of this space mission and the one time I told someone about it, I specifically told them that the world as they knew it was about to change.

I mean, in general, Pidge puts an incredibly high priority about finding information and getting answers- the whole green paladin ‘inquisitive’ thing- while Keith is much more that he has a vague, but strong-held feeling of something that’s right and he’ll pursue that single goal, details don’t matter to him nearly as much. People talk about his “conspiracy chart” but all he really had there was pictures of the carvings and a map where he seems to have narrowed down exactly where the energy was coming from. 

So I guess, proposed alternative measure: Pidge who is determined to chase weird stuff and Keith who is just. the incredibly ride-or-die friend about it. 

Pidge opens the door to Keith’s room at 3AM “KEITH C’MON I THINK THIS PLANET HAS A GHOST”

Keith is like. half awake and already putting on his jacket. “jeez, okay, let me find where we left the camera last time.”

Context: Back in our first campaign, the DM introduced a comically cliche villain (who has recently been brought back) to contrast with our trainwrecks of characters. In spirit of their recent revival, I have decided to share the first introduction we had to this villain.

Villain: (appears in the party Sword-cerer’s dream) Hello, young hero. Pleasure to meet you. I find it fun to know my enemies before I crush them. (goes on saying just about every cliche villain thing in the book)

Sword-cerer: I glare at [Villain] and flip them off with both hands.

Villain: Erm… Really? I just told you I’m going to destroy you and everyone you know, and this is all you have?

Sword-cerer: I continue flipping [Villain] off, my glare getting more intense.

DM: [Villain] is uncomfortable and leaves.

Sword-cerer (who is a CN pyromaniac, btw): I go back to my dream about fluffy animals and a world made of pillows.

Certain As The Sun: Feysand Fic Part 1

In honor of Feysand Smut Week, I am using prompt 4.) Reunion Sex. Trust me, I know I’m waaaay late on starting this.

So here is one of the other stories that you guys voted on! ***WARNING: DOES CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT*** I had a lot of fun writing this one, so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Anyways, enjoy! And don’t forget to like, reblog, and leave a comment! This is only part one of maybe two or three, so please be active and let me know if you’d like me to continue it and find out what happens!

Find the other story you all voted for(a Mature Rowaelin Fic) here.

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I paced back and forth, surprised I hadn’t yet worn a path into the floor. Since before dawn I had been awake, alone to deal with all the thoughts racing about in my head thanks to the news that had come from the Summer Court.

I had been sitting in the garden, just opening my first bottle of brandy for the night. It had been foolish of me to do so, but earlier that day I had visited the cabin where Feyre and I had stayed for a bit, grasping at anything that would make me feel close to her even if just for a few moments.

I had taken all but one step into that cabin and seen the eyes she’d painted, the shadowy purples and blues and pearl hues of Velaris at night, seen how she’d been able to capture everything we were with nothing but a few brushes and some paint—and completely lost it.

Everything came back to me in a rush, and I remembered that that was the table I had first fucked her on, that was the pot she had cooked that soup in…the one that had sealed our Mating Bond, that was the bed on which we’d made love. She was everywhere. She had come to this place, having walked into it a stranger and left with every crack and crevice screaming of her presence.

So I returned to Velaris, feeling utterly hopeless with that aching in my chest and I was screaming—roaring down the bond. Waiting for her to respond. Waiting for anything, anything to reassure me that everything that had happened in Hybern had been an act. That she really was still alive, and still loved me as fiercely as I loved her.

I was going to get excessively drunk that night—an activity I usually liked to invite Cassian to join in on, but that night was one for drinking alone— hoping and praying that the alcohol would dull my senses, that it would fight off the nightmares I could feel clawing at the back of my mind. For the first time in a long time, I was scared. Frightened out of my ass that I would lose myself to the terrors that haunted me at night—the ones that had been slowly awakening from their slumber ever since Feyre returned to the Spring Court—and I would lose control and not be able to come back.

And then Tarquin had suddenly appeared, and though I had given him access to Velaris what seemed like moons ago but had truly only been no more than a few months, he startled me in a way I never allowed myself to be.

His face told me all I needed to know. Something serious had happened.

I only smiled grimly and motioned to a chair, another glass appearing on the small table. “You may as well get comfortable.” And then he’d gone on to tell me of things that I’d already known, things I hadn’t, and things I wished I had never heard and could erase from my memory.

A soft knock sounded, and moments later Azriel entered. He took one look at me and only said softly, “Rhysand.” It was a question I didn’t have a solid answer to, so I only shook my head and ordered him to sit. “Something’s happened.” I nodded. Azriel seemed to steel himself, his jaw setting and eyes hardening before he encouraged me to go on. Once I had told him everything, he merely asked, “So when will you tell the others? Do you wish for me to inform them of this?”

“I plan to inform them only of what I have deemed absolutely necessary for them to know. But I do not want you to tell anyone of this, Az. Not even Mor.” He scowled, but didn’t protest. He know I was right; If there was any one thing in this world that was his weakness, it was my cousin. Even if he refused to acknowledge it.

“When will you tell them?” The Illyrian warrior sat back in his chair, seeming to understand the gravity of the situation at hand.

My thumb and forefinger rubbed absently across my lips before I murmured, “Soon.”

There was another knock on the door, and I muttered for the rest of the Inner Circle to enter. They were all unusually quiet, even Cassian who was always known for cracking some joke or other. But they joined me, taking their seats around the table.

Almost in unison, the five members of the Night Court looked at the unoccupied sixth chair, the chair directly to my right. I looked at each of my friends in turn; one visibly shaking in anger, one staring somberly at the empty spot, one wearing a grim expression, and one wearing no expression at all.

Mor was the first to speak. “Have you heard from her?”

She needn’t specify whom she was referring to. Feyre had been absent from the Night Court for nearly eight months now. In all that time, I nearly never heard from her. Sometimes there would be whispers, or she’d send me a fleeting image of herself while I slept. Sometimes they’d be ones of her reading, other times they’d be ones that sent my blood roaring through my veins and had me wide awake for the remainder of the night.

But whenever I attempted to contact her, I got nothing. No matter how much I screamed I was met with nothing but silence. She wasn’t blocking me; I knew what that was like. If she was blocking my advances, I’d feel that steel wall of adamant she preferred to use. I used to receive it with a mixture of pride and frustration, but now it only made me worry. And now, I’d much rather be met with that impenetrable wall than the empty void I was now left to deal with. It was like I was standing on one end of a dark tunnel, screaming into a darkness that was never ending.

I knew she was more than capable of taking care of herself, knew that she must be unharmed because if she was I was certain I would have felt it and would have rushed to that great, gaudy castle like a bat out of hell, High Lord of the Spring Court be damned.

“No.” The word rang throughout the room, echoing off the walls and filling me with a sudden, desperate need to be beside her. “But that’s not what we’re gathered to discuss. Feyre is fine, I am sure of it.”

“Yes,” Amren cut in softly. “Feyre spent years single-handedly caring for not only herself, but for her entire family.” She paused, making eye contact with each of us as she said, “I’m sure our High Lady is able to look after herself for a while.”

“Damn right she is,” Cassian heartily agreed, but sighed. “Still, I miss her all the same. She was the only one who recognized true beauty when she saw it.”

A devilish smirk graced my lips. “Thank you for the compliment, Cassian, but I believe we have more important matters to discuss.” The Illyrian warrior only glared, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“Speaking of which…Why, exactly, are we here?”

I smiled “Can’t I just have wanted to see all of you?”

Mor snorted, waving a hand of dismissal. “Oh, please. Cut the shit.”

“We are here, my dear cousin, because there’s been word on some new…developments regarding Jurian and the King of Hybern.”

“Finally,” Mor exclaimed, excitement glittering in her eyes. “Go ahead and sign me up. As lovely as it is has been being stuck in this city with all of you, I’m dying to get out of this damned house.”

“Now before you jump on the bandwagon, Mor, it goes without saying that this will be extremely dangerous. Any spies who’ve dared travel into the Sarguin lands has never been seen or heard of again.”

“Not to mention,” Amren drawled, filing away at her nails so that they became wicked sharp points, “We’ve all got death warrants sitting on our heads from some of the most powerful people in Prythian.”

Mor only grinned, “Then it’s a good thing we’re not going as spies,” she said. “Isn’t that right, Rhysand?”

I only nodded. Mor was too damn clever for her own good.“I need all of you,” I continued, “If you’re up for it, that is.”

“Well I, for one, am offended you’d even think I’d say no.” Cassian placed a fist over his chest. “I will do all I can to help, or die trying.”

“For Feyre,” Mor agreed, placing a fist to her heart. I could have sworn there was a slight bobble in her throat as she swallowed.

“For our High Lady.”

I noticed the change in the room moments before I heard, “Are you talking shit again, Cassian?”

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As one our heads whipped towards the open balcony. For what seemed like an eternity we all just sat there, barely breathing and not believing what was before us.

Feyre stood on the balcony, dressed in a peach colored dress with elegant rose-gold embroidery—typical Spring Court fashion. Her hair was swept back with snow white pearls and beads, a diamond necklace winking at her throat. All of it was utterly ridiculous to be wearing in the middle of the afternoon, and she looked more like she was about to hold court than just be walking about, but—

She was smiling, and it appeared that she had not been missing meals as she had been when she had first been at the Spring Court. Her skin held a healthy glow to it, her posture showing not even a whisper of neither defeat nor sadness.

And her eyes.

Cauldron damn me, tears ran down her cheeks as Mor ran to her, crushing her in a hug. They clutched each other, Feyre’s face buried in Mor’s shoulder as if she herself couldn’t believe she was really here. And then my cousin must have said something amusing, for Feyre laughed, sniffling before turning to the rest of them.

They all hugged and greeted her, Cassian probably saying something that was more than mildly inappropriate, but I could hear nothing over the roaring in my ears. My blood raced through my veins, and I wasn’t sure I was breathing at all as she at last turned to me.

A lie.

This was all a cruel, impossible lie. She wasn’t here, she couldn’t be here in Velaris, in the Night Court and so close that I could close the distance between us in half a breath before I would be in her arms.

But then I felt a tender caressing down the bond, my senses awakening as if they’d been asleep all this time and I was just now realizing it. And everything was screaming that this was my mate—my mate. My Feyre. She was here. And I was here and—

Rhys,” she breathed.

And I shattered.

A broken gasp expelled from my lips and then she was there, right in front of me. Feyre was so close that our breaths mingled, and all I could do was stare at her.

Her hand reached up, cupping my cheek. I leaned into her touch almost instinctively, clutching her hand. I was absolutely certain that if I were to let go for even a split second she would disappear again and I’d never hear from her just as I hadn’t these past eight months.

I swallowed, “Feyre.” The room was utterly still and quiet, perhaps because the rest of the Inner Circle had made a sudden yet gracious disappearance. “Feyre,” I said again because I wasn’t quite believing this.

“Yes,” she nodded, swallowing. “I’m here.”

“I can’t believe it. Tamlin would never…Why—How—?

She stiffened almost imperceptibly at the name, a gesture that would have gone unnoticed by anyone else. “Tamlin doesn’t know. He and Lucien left a few days ago to meet with the King of Hybern and refused to take me with them.”

It didn’t surprise me. Tamlin, the stubborn bastard, would never change his ways. It seemed he still thought of Feyre as a precious, porcelain doll, the typical damsel in distress that couldn’t handle anything other than hosting parties and bearing children. The thought had my jaw clenching in anger.

Feyre gently squeezed my hand, pulling me from that dark place I was close to entering.

“And they haven’t hurt you? You’re truly okay?” I had to know. Eight months without hearing anything from her had me slowly losing my mind. What if something had happened and I didn’t know?

She nodded. “I had to refrain from communicating with you, Rhysand because…Because there are things that I’ve had to do that I would never want you to see or know about.” Feyre swallowed, tearing her gaze from mine as if ashamed.

I had a very good guess as to some of the things she had to do to keep up the facade that she was still infatuated with the High Asshole of the Spring Court, and I couldn’t deny that the images that flashed in my mind made me want to go find him and play with his mind until he’d need that lapdog Lucien of his to wipe his ass for him, but I could see that Feyre was upset. I could tell that despite knowing that what she was doing was invaluable to the future of Prythian, she felt disgusted at herself for having done these things.

So I pulled her closer, my fingers gently tipping her chin up to meet my eyes. “Feyre, there is not a thing in this world that would ever tempt me to think of you differently. What you have done, what you have to do…believe me, I understand it all.” A tear raced down her cheek, but she kept her gaze on me. “And if I could take your place I would. In less than a heartbeat, I swear I would.”

My thumb gently wiped the tear away, though it was quickly followed by another. “I’m sorry,” she softly apologized.

I shook my head. “There’s nothing to apologize for.” And just because i couldn’t stand to see her cry I added, “Although, if there is anything you should be apologizing for, it’s those naughty little images you tended to enjoy sending in the middle of the night.”

Feyre laughed, a full, head-tilted back laugh that filled both the room and my soul while taking my breathe away. “Are you saying you didn’t enjoy them?” She lifted an arched brow. The question was a territory I’d have to tread lightly on as although there was amusement lighting up her eyes, there was a much darker emotion hiding in them as well.

My arms circled around her waist, trapping her so that she was nearly flush against my body. I lowered my lips to her neck, breath fanning over her skin before reaching her ear. “Oh, I very much enjoyed them. Would you like to know why?”

“Enlighten me,” she purred.

“It’s because, Feyre, darling, I got to make up a bit of a list every time you sent me one of those images. A list of all the things I’d do to you once you returned as retribution.”

“Oh really?”

“If my memory serves me correctly,” I purred, my grip on her tightening, “I promised that  the next time we had a moment to ourselves, I’d fuck you.”

I pulled back, meeting her eyes. All trace of amusement had vanished, leaving behind only lust. A corner of her lips lifted slightly and I braced myself before she said, “I believe there was mention of a wall.”

I was a breath away from replying with an equally venereal retort when a thunderous BOOM! sounded, so loud I could have sworn the walls shook.

Immediately, one name came to mind.

Tamlin.

Nursery News- Derek Hale

Originally posted by hoechlder


Request// Oh! For the Derek as a dad week You could do one where Derek knows you’re pregnant (like you smell different from the pregnancy hormones or something) and he surprises you by making a nursery and that’s how you find out you’re pregnant with his kid? - @lillimay99

*What a fun way to kick off the week! Thank you guys for all the request and I hope you enjoy this as much as I did. xoxo*

Derek and you had promised to keep no secrets from one another since the beginning of your relationship, but this would be the only exception. It would only be for a short period of time and the “consequences” are something he’s wanted for years now: you were pregnant with his child.

He had a sneaking suspicion for the past two weeks, but it wasn’t until today that he was sure. It all started when your smell was different than normal. Usually, you’d smell like a mix of apples and his own smell, but now he could smell a hormone that he knew but couldn’t put a finger on (now, he knew it was the same scent his mother had when she was pregnant with Cora). It didn’t make sense until he heard another heartbeat. The first couple nights, he thought it had been an intruder in the house and would search around the house on high alert. He had never smiled brighter than when he realized the heartbeat was coming right from your stomach while you slept.

The big question was how was he going to tell you that you were carrying his child? An opportunity like this wasn’t something a man usually got. After running his hands through your hair while you slept under the rising sun, he finally got an idea. The perfect idea.

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TITLE DROPS 

 edits by me, made with canva

I decided to dig through all the lyrics sheets of some of the most popular musicals, finding the first times the titles of the musicals were stated. It was actually challenging, surprisingly, for some of the plays where the title isn’t actually said in the songs that much.  But I made some pretty edits, and had a lot of fun with it. I also did one for Pippin, Sound of music and Gigi but. These were my favorites. 

YAY FOR MUSICALS.

Art by Cassandra Jean! Church > Jace > Clary > Alec > Magnus > Jem > Tessa > Will > Emma > Jules > Ty all helping celebrate me hitting 800,000 followers on Twitter. Arbitrary number but I’m always up for a celebration. I’ll be posting some art and snippets in the next few days for fun. We’ll start with CJ’s banner and:

A snippet from Lord of Shadows:

There was a long silence. Magnus sighed. “I have to hand it to you,” he said. “I never thought Jace and Clary would be topped by anyone else in terms of insane, self-destructive decisions, but you all are giving them a run for their money.”

“I really had nothing to do with this,” Kieran pointed out stiffly.

“I think you will find many poor decisions led you here, my friend,” Magnus said. “All right, you — all of you — wait here. And don’t do anything stupid.”

He strode out of the room on long, black-clad legs, swearing under his breath.

“He’s getting more and more like Gandalf,” said Emma, watching him go. “I mean, a hot, younger-looking Gandalf, but I keep expecting him to start stroking his long white beard and muttering darkly.

To Lift Your Spirits High [Newt Scamander x Reader]

Author’s Note: This is such a fun movie. I’ve seen it twice and enjoyed myself both times. It makes me want to reread all the Harry Potter books, if only I had the time. T__T 

Word Count: 3,562

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I Don’t Care//Riverdale Imagine

Jughead x reader

Request:// Anon asks: “I was wondering if you could do a Riverdale imagine? Like the reader is Reggie’s sister, but completely opposite from him she’s sweet and all. And she and Jughead are like together and Reggie finds out idk you can choose the ending.”

A/N:// Thank you anon for requesting! I had fun writing this imagine for you and I hope you like it!

Originally posted by kevinkeller

Originally posted by theultrabitchmobile

When you found out that your boyfriend was homeless, you immediately offered him your home. Though he was resistant, given you were the sister of the guy who seemingly hates your boyfriend, and the risk of your brother finding out was high. But none of that mattered at the moment. The only thing you cared about was your boyfriend Jughead Jones.

“You know, I don’t have to stay here.” Jughead started, leaning against your door frame watching you tidy up your room, which he would be staying in as there is a less of a chance for your brother finding out. “Trust me Y/N, I can find somewhere else.” 

“Don’t be silly, Juggy. I am not letting you live in the streets, having no place to go.” Y/N said as she stopped picking up dirty clothes and turned to her boyfriend. 

“You do know, if Reggie finds out, we are both dead right?” Jughead points out with a smirk.

“I don’t care what Reggie thinks, he doesn’t control my life.” Y/N started, walking up to Jughead. “Besides it’s not his call to make if you stay here or not, or that we are together. My parents know you’re here, though it took a little bit of convincing, they know how much I care about you. To hell with Reggie. As long as you are safe.” You ended your speech, your hands cradling Jug’s face with a loving look in both of your eyes.

“You are definitely not like your brother.” Jughead adds with a genuine smile and wrapping his arms around your waist, which makes you smile.

The day was becoming night and you and Jug were laying on your bed, the end credits of a movie rolling from your laptop screen. It was actually quiet in your house, Reggie - who is the cause of most noise in your house - out with his friends. At least you thought. You and Jug were just cuddling peacefully on your bed, enjoying each other’s presence that neither of you noticed the front door opening and closing. The peacefulness soon ended when your bedroom door bursts open.

“Yo sissy, have you seen my-.” Your brother, Reggie abruptly stops when he notices the other presence in your room, making you and Jug jump apart from each other. “What the hell are you - his words laced with disgust - doing with my sister, Wednesday Addams?” Reggie angrily acknowledges Jughead.

Jughead didn’t have the time for a witty comeback for Y/N had stepped in. “Jughead is my boyfriend and is staying here for a while.” Y/N responds strongly, her brother looking at her like she went crazy.

“What the hell Y/N?! Him of all people?! Him. No way in hell, get out of my house and stay away from my sister!” Reggie screams, looking at Jughead dead in the eye.

“No! No Reggie. He is not leaving this house or me! Whatever weird hatred you have for Jug needs to stop. I love him okay? And you can’t control me! Mom and dad know and is okay with him staying here. I don’t care about your stupid grudge against him, I care about him! And if you all of a sudden want to be a good brother, you can respect me and the decisions I make. Or you can leave me and Jug the hell alone!” Y/N finishes her rant, both men in the room looking at her shockingly. She may be Reggie’s sister, but she is not like him.

Reggie is at a loss for words as he stands in Y/N’s room. His mouth opening and closing for a few moments before leaving the room, shutting the door quietly.

Y/N sighs as she turns toward Jughead, who stares at her with love in his eyes. He walks up to her and kisses her passionately, leaving Y/N breathless and before she can speak, Jughead beats her to it.

“I love you, too.” Jug says, looking into her eyes and she remembers declaring her love for Jughead during her rant. It was their first time saying it.

With smiles on both of their faces, Jughead brings them into a hug, both knowing there will be more ‘I love you’s’ in the future.

deancas drunk/fake relationship au

The first kiss is kind of a joke.

Castiel is at Charlie’s party and some guy is making fun of him for wearing a flower-print shirt, of all things.

“What are you, gay?” The guy asks, mockingly.

Castiel draws himself up and says, “Yes, I am.” He looks around and finds Dean, who he knows, but not that well, quite near him. He reaches out and grabs Dean by the elbow, because he’s had a few drinks and it seems like a good idea. “And this is my boyfriend. If you don’t leave me alone he’s gonna kick your ass.”

This is your boyfriend?” The guy asks disbelieving, taking in Dean’s sturdy boots, his old jeans, his plaid jacket, his broad shoulders. 

“Yes!” Castiel insists, “Look, see,” He leans forward and presses a chaste kiss to Dean’s mouth. He knows it’s risky, he might get punched in the face. He’ll probably get yelled at, at the very least. He just hopes that Dean has enough mercy to wait until this guy is out of earshot.

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Boombox Day 4: Role Reversal
I saw a lot of great drawings for this day in the tags, but I decided instead of switching their personalities, I’d switch up both their lives, so that Lucio had to end up surviving in a post-apocalyptic Brazil, and Junkrat lived in an Australian future where a corporation was trying to enslave the outback. God, I’m finally done! It was fun to mix up their designs and come up with my original take on it all, but… jfc. Spent way to much time on this.

Long ass explanation of their switch-up under the cut!

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“Who are you and why are you following me?” The man hisses in Credence’s face. He is looming so close, all heat and vitriol – just like the other Mr. Graves. A full body shiver takes Credence, the tremble unwilling to leave him afterward, settling deep underneath his skin.

“No one, I’m no one.”

It’s the wrong thing to say.

Mr. Grave shifts. Credence can’t see it, but he gets the distinct impression there is something being held at his throat – a wand, likely. Give it to Mr. Graves to stand his ground. Credence should have been more careful, should have factored in that Mr. Graves is deadly and feels cornered, even though Credence is the one up against the wall.

Two years ago, Credence would have nearly died of fright.

Two years ago, Credence would have ripped the city apart at the seams.

autumn dusk at central park by @brawlite

So the awesome Brawls wrote this gorgeous Gradence fic, packed with FEELS and pining that I die for, and graciously let me read the story while they have been working on it so I have been drooling nonstop for the past few days. I simply love this moment where Graves catches Credence following him, so I had to draw something.

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Collection includes: 
- PUNK AS FUCK VEST accesory
- PUNK AS FUCK JACKET accesory
Both located under bracelets

DOWNLOAD VEST ﴿
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MESH (YOU NEED IT)

The mesh I used for the vest belongs to Salem2342. It’s a retexture of her denim vest acc but I couldn’t find the download link anywhere anymore so I included the mesh. I hope it’s okay. Plz don’t sue me.

Just like I promised, the gift is here! Also I know it mostly looks shitty but I had fun doing it so yeah. ENJOY!

credits: salem2342, @coloresurbanos, random google search images 

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Theliel

Jimin Imagine/Scenario

Genre: STRAIGHT UP FUCKING FLUFF EVERYWHERE BECAUSE I LOVE FLUFF OKAY (and because I read a Jimin angst that was not okay with me at all). IT’S A GODDAMN ANGEL AU AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH OMG I REALLY HOPE YOU GUYS LOVE IT TOO.

Blurb: What happens when a sweet and shy boy suddenly appears and seems to take over your world? What secrets does he hold inside and will you ever be able to uncover them? In this tale of love, the supernatural, and cute as hell moments, you can find out whether or not you and Jimin are destined to be together.

Word Count: 10,435

Reader x Jimin

Theliel: angel prince of love.

BTW, this imagine is dedicated to @joah-rangie because I LOVE YOU SO MUCH  💜🖤 Have fun reading this fluff filled post!

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greaser boy - part IV

High school AU - bad boy!Bucky

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Characters: All the avengers, Peggy Carter, Loki

When a new student from Brooklyn joins the reader’s school, she doesn’t know what is in store for her. He is the epitome of trouble and she finds herself caught in his headlights. The more she resists, the harder it gets. Limits are tested and so is patience. Will she fall for the greaser boy with the bad reputation?

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: I actually really like this part. It was cute and I had fun writing it. I’m trying to type these faster because the good parts are just about to get here. Also I think a lot of you are expecting angst and there will be a few. Again I am not sure how long this will be. If you want to be tagged, just ask

Part I Part II Part III

Originally posted by doublehoseven

Originally posted by justall-myfeelings

You finished the final touches on your hair. Nike insisted on you wearing a pair of skinny jeans, a white shirt, peppered with holes and a black bomber jacket. You had honestly forgotten you even owned the jacket. It was stuffed in the back of your closet with the price tags still attached.

The clock read 6:55 PM.

You went into the bathroom and freshened up. After a quick glance at the mirror, you grabbed your phone and were on your way downstairs. At exactly 7:00 Bucky texted you.

Bucky: Here, doll

“Mom, Dad I’m going to a party!” You called.

The sound of clattering dishes, made you jump in surprise. Your Mother exited the kitchen. A small rag on her shoulder and a look of astonishment written all over her features.

“Honey!” She shouted. Your Father followed shortly after. “Y/N is going to a party.”

“Well, I’ll be damned!” He exclaimed.

“I’ll be back in an hour or so,” You added.

“Oh! No, stay out as long as you want! Have fun!” Your mother squealed with excitement. “But just remember to be back by no later than 12, okay?”

“Yes and don’t smoke cigarettes,” Your Father intervened.

You were eager to leave the house and end the small lecture you were being given. Once outside, you spotted Bucky. He was leaning against his car, the engine was roaring. You smiled and walked towards him. It wasn’t long before his own smirk crept onto his face.

“You look,” He paused as if searching for words. You blushed. “Beautiful.” You turned an even darker shade of red.

Bucky opened the car door for you, like a true gentleman. As if possible, you felt your face get hotter. What does this boy do to me? You thought. He slid into the driver’s seat and left the curb.

“Do you have any music?” You asked.

“Glove compartment. They’re CDs, I’m old fashioned,” He said.

You pulled out a handful of CDs and began searching for the one you liked or recognized. “Never mind,” You read aloud.

“Do you not like any of them?” He asked.

“Oh! No, I was just reading this Nirvana CD,” You quickly replied. The familiar cover of a CD made your heart nearly stop. You pulled out the disc and saw that it too had the sound wave design. Without hesitation, you placed it into the slit and familiar song began to play.

“I didn’t know you liked Arctic Monkeys,” He said over the music.

“I love them!” You smiled.

A hint of sadness settled over you when you realized that you had arrived at the destination. Nevertheless, the sadness turned to excitement quickly. Bucky parked a block away. He got out and opened the door for you. After thanking him, you and Bucky began to walk towards the house.

The deep bass was heard before you even entered the house. Plastic cups littered the front lawn. Bushes were ruined and flowers that were once perfectly planted were now plastered against the dirt. How the hell are Thor and Loki’s parents okay with this? You asked yourself.

“Sounds like they’re having fun,” Bucky noted. You noticed that he switched up from his usual leather jacket to a blue denim jacket. He ran his hand through his hair.

“GO EAGLES!”

Your attention was drawn to your school’s mascot who was standing on the roof of the house. The student was waving an American flag and pumping his fist violently.

“What the hell?” Bucky laughed. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the open door. The music was even louder now that you were inside. People were dancing everywhere and anywhere. Others simply mingled around and spoke to one another and they watched the pandemonium unfold.

A plastic red cup was shoved into your hand. Bucky immediately chugged down the alcohol. You, however, took small sips. It was strong and burned your throat, but it was sweet at the same time. You made a sour face and Bucky laughed at your reaction.

“Here, let me help you with that,” He took the cup from your hand and finished it off for you.

The two of you plunged deeper into the house. Students were in the kitchen, on the sofa or sitting on the stairs. Some were in a heated make-out session while others were playing beer-pong. Sam and Thor were one of the players.

“Aha!” Thor bellowed loudly. “Take a drink, Samuel!”

Tony Stark was holding a conversation with a girl. She blushed deeply every time he smiled at her. You didn’t spot any of the others which surprised you since Thor was on their friends. Then again, Steve and Peggy didn’t seem the party type. Neither did Bruce, Natasha, Clint or the Maximoff twins.

Bucky’s hand never let go of yours. You understood why. This place was crowded and he could lose you instantly. A new song played. One you recognized and some people shouted in approval and began dancing once again.

Bucky led you to a secluded corner. You sat down, grateful to be away from all the commotion. You came to a conclusion: parties aren’t that great. Maybe it was because you weren’t feeling it.

“I shouldn’t have come,” you mumbled.

“Why is that?” Bucky asked.

“It’s clear that you want to have fun, maybe dance, meet a girl or two,” You replied.

“Y/N,” he tilted your chin up with his index finger. “Don’t say that. It’s just a party. One you didn’t want to come to in the first place. I shouldn’t have made that proposition with you.” He paused. “Besides, I only came here because I wanted to spend some more time with you, doll.”

He smiled at your shocked expression and stood up before stretching his hand out. “Let’s get out of here.”

He pulled you up and led you out and away from the noise. Once outside you realized.

“Hey, you’re not driving,” You said. “You just drank two cups of whatever they were serving.”

Bucky turned to you with an amused look on his face, “Do you really think I would drink and drive?” He shook his head. “We’re taking a walk. I could get to know you better. Sound good?”

You nodded and caught up with him. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his denim jacket as you walked side by side with him. You occasionally looked over at him and couldn’t help but admire his good looks. Bucky was very handsome. You fancied him a bit. He was kind and that surprised you.

“So what else have you heard about me?” He asked suddenly.

You sighed, “Lots of things actually. Rumors.”

“Tell me some of them,” He continued.

“Two kids in my class said that you were arrested twice. I heard that you would go through girls as if they were shoes. You’re a heart breaker and only use girls for sex. Some say that you beat up a guy outside of school because he was getting on your nerves,” You paused. “Should I keep going?” He nodded. “I also heard that you used to get into street races and that you robbed a liquor store once.”

“Do you believe that?” He asked. “That they’re true, I mean.”

He got in front of you and made you look at him in the eye. His blues eyes seemed to search your face for some kind of answer. You thought to yourself for a second, then finally answered his question.

“No, I don’t believe them. I don’t believe them and I won’t listen to them. No matter how many people tell me that you’re dangerous and that you’re a bad person. From what I’ve seen, you’re kind and I may be incorrect, but until you prove me wrong, I have a firm idea about you.”

Bucky’s warm hands made contact with your face. You sucked in a breath as he cradled your face gently. He seemed to get closer to you. His smell was intriguing and you felt spellbound. In a daze, as you looked into his ocean blues.

“Y/N, can I-can I kiss you?” He asked quietly, so quietly that it wouldn’t be heard if you weren’t this close to him. A knot formed in your stomach and swallowed before nodding. Bucky leaned in. You closed your eyes and waited for his lips to meet yours.  

A prolonged honk from a car made you quickly pull away before you could even savor what was about to happen.  A group of students was driving down the street, blasting music from the car speakers and unnecessarily blaring the car horn. They were shouting patriotically. Annoyance bubbled inside you.

You knew you weren’t able to remake that intimate moment. It just wouldn’t be the same. Once it’s ruined, it’s ruined. Bucky seemed to notice this and he sighed heavily and grumbled something under his breath.

“You’re right, they’re not all true,” He said.  "I never got arrested, only chased, but I managed to get away. I’ve only had about three girlfriends in the past. I didn’t beat up some guy because he was annoying, although it does sound like something I would do. I never robbed a liquor store and I actually did do street racing. For a while. My Ma, she struggled to put food on the table. Money was tight and I was tired of not being able to help.“

"Did she ever find out?” You asked.

He chuckled and nodded, “She did. She was pissed, but that didn’t stop me. I was able to pull us out of our own Great Depression. Brought in a grand a day, I did pretty well. Then we left Brooklyn and now I’m here.”

You had a long conversation with Bucky for about an hour. After you were sure that he was sober enough to drive, he led you back to his car. You had wandered pretty far off and you found yourself in what seemed to be the woods.

“You cold, doll?” Bucky asked.

You shook your head, “Surprisingly, no.”

He opened the car door for you and thanked him as you got in. It was a short drive back to your house. Silence surrounded the both of you. The only noise was Arctic Monkey’s AM album playing from the car speakers.

It had only been about two hours since you left your house. Bucky was a fun person to be around. He could uphold an easy conversation and was a good listener. You found yourself wanting to spill your thoughts and secrets to him and that scared you. It scared you that you trusted him so much in such a short span of time. You were a closed off person, then suddenly here comes Bucky. You had only met him for two days and you already had faith in him.

“So I’ll see you, Monday?” He asked.

“I’m pretty sure, yeah,” You smiled as you walked up to your house door, Bucky following close behind. You turned around and were taken aback at how close he was. He pressed a soft kiss against your temple. It was cool out, but you felt yourself get hot.

“Goodnight, doll,” He smiled sweetly and began making his way back to his car. “Sweet dreams.”

In a daze, you walked into your house and closed the door behind you. With your back pressed against the mahogany door, you slid down and ran your fingers down your cheeks. Where his hand touched your skin earlier that night. Oh, my god. Bucky Barnes was something else.

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exhaLES

finally done with all these doodles.
Oh boy I have tons of gifts for people, alright ghh…

@faimrs :’) your sona is so cute

@breezere that paper bag is hot👌

@hellbent-on-drugs your sona has huge poofy cute hair, so what if it gets wet-

@swoonamifish your gay and I’m going to find you and shoot you with juice box

@tiaisabutt <<< cutie

@nekophy
@angexci whhhhhhh fell Goth is perfect with his Pallette:’)💜👌

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Happy birthday @tinyienzo!!