i just love his movement in here * *

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#25: Celebrating

Sometimes you gotta celebrate how amazing and perfect your friends are :’)

Holy Shit, Batman!

Deadpool x Reader

Warning: pure smut, breathplay, anal, oral, dirty talking. IT’S DEADPOOL GUYS. Also this is complete unbeta so be warned. 

Thanks to all the anon support, you filthy bastards. 


If you had asked yourself a month ago if you’d ever let someone take you from behind, it would be a very hard no (pun not intended). If you had told yourself a month ago, Deadpool himself would be the one shoving his big cock inside your ass, you would have choked on your morning muffin. But it appeared pigs had finally learned to fly, because you were on all fours on Wade’s bed, a hand on your back and the other gripping at your hip.

“You like that huh?” He grunted, moving forward and leaning into your back. Wade pressed a firm kiss on your spine, “Say it.”

You moaned out, feeling him glide in and out of you. Fingers clutched the sheets underneath you, pushing your ass down on Wade’s cock.

“Come on, kitten,” Wade groaned, giving your ass a smack, “Say it.”

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ASTRO 붙잡았어야 해 (Again) Choreography Appreciation

The choreography for 붙잡았어야 해 is really good and let me take you through step by step why it’s so good. (On top of that, when it’s in GIF form and you can’t hear any music, it’s easier to spot where they aren’t in sync. Or in ASTRO’s case, appreciate just how in sync they are.)

One thing I really appreciate about ASTRO choreographies is that they switch the focused member so easily. Here, MJ and Moonbin spin back to back. Moonbin sings first, and MJ sings second. This transition ONLY works because MJ is so much shorter than Moonbin - Bin can completely hide MJ behind him, and so when MJ spins out it’s like !!! he’s here !! In general it is very in sync.  

They have to do this spinning transition often when switching center members because of their six person group. In order to keep it symmetrical, there’s one center and two on each side, leaving one left over. This spinning transition lets them keep the symmetry without leaving anyone out for too long. 

The best part of this is how Moonbin’s hand turns, and it turns in time with their heads turning, especially Jinjin and Rocky., as if he’s the one turning their heads. Also that move where both hands are in is really good with the music, it fits really well and I love it alot. 

This move is actually really hard to do (trust me I’ve tried). I really love how it starts out lowkey with them doing the little feet straight forward and then it’s like BAM dynamic shape with the arm. 

Look at how smoothly MJ comes around to the front. Like the way they do the same back to back turn where Rocky turns inwards and MJ moves on the outside of him is what makes it look so smooth. On top of that watch MJ’s feet too. Also appreciate how they purposefully put the three shortest in the front to avoid off balancing the formation too much also appreciate how good rocky looks

This move is just sick. Like the way Sanha walks forward through the middle and like “hits” the others’ hands away and they open up the path for him is really cool. I’m still a big fan of how they are keeping similar heights on both sides. Also watch the way that the triangle of binusan moves from the focus of eunwoo in front to eunwoo sliding over to put sanha in the middle. 

Now this is one of my favorite parts of the choreography: the part right before the chorus where they all form the one line is the same point in the song where the electric guitar like slides out and the melody comes back thats a horrible way to describe it but still. Like when they are walking into the line it’s kind of just all over the place, but then when they slide out it’s so symmetrical. 

Alright this next move needs to be split up into parts for proper appreciation:

 I know it’s kind of hard to see at first but it’s not a random movement. The line kind of folds out ? Moonbin is stepping back just as Jinjin comes forward, and MJ’s moving forward in time with Jinjin coming forward. The important part is that Jinjin is moving from right to left, and everyone else is moving in a line behind where Moonbin is. This transition keeps your focus on the two who are currently singing, Moonbin and then Jinjin. 

This going to be called diagonal line #1. First of all I’m a sucker for this diagonal line formation, but I’m even more impressed by how Jinjin moves with the line. Jinjin’s little hop in the middle of it happens at the same time as the line does their first jump back. Also how the line moves from side to side is really smooth too. Probably the best part of this line though is Jinjin’s footwork that takes him backwards honestly all of the footwork in this choreography is spot on

Note: keep in mind this diagonal line has the left side forward and the right side back, and Jinjin is moving along the line from front to back. 

YO HERE IT IS THE WHOLE REASON I MADE THIS CHOREOGRAPHY APPRECIATION OKAY: This is one of the most beautiful transitions I’ve seen from ASTRO ever. The way the focus shifts from rocky to Jinjin, like how Jinjin just easily slots right into place for being part of Rocky’s rap squad is so smooth. Its just really beautiful and I want it to be appreciated. On top of that, the way that they keep this symmetry going - MJ and Jinjin the shorter members on the outside, followed by Moonbin and Sanha on Rocky’s sides. 

I call this the Rocky Rap Squad formation. It’s used a lot in their other choreographies - when rocky is in the center rapping and the other members go behind him diagonally on each side. The way Rocky’s moves are the main focus and the rest of ASTRO’s moves reflect the best parts of it just. There’s so much I appreciate about the way they move as a unit and how Rocky embellishes that. 

Also note: They still have this symmetry of small on the outside, then tall, then center. 

1) The way this formation transitions from Rocky as the focus to Sanha as the focus, everyone moves in a circular motion. Yet, they still keep the symmetry. This is because the formation goes tall short tall short tall short in the circle. So when Sanha slides to the front to become center, Rocky and Jinjin are the shorts next to him and Moonbin and Eunwoo are the talls on the end. 

2) The move where they cover their face and then switch is one of the coolest moves they’ve done so far for sure. 

Now this is one of those move/formations that is just beautiful because it’s a unit. The way Sanha as the center brings his hand up the first time in line with Rocky and Jinjin moving out, and then brings both arms down and up which kind of like “pushes” moonbin and eunwoo out and up. It looks really beautiful. And then he pulls them down and all of them drop. It’s mesmerizing. 

i just love this back and forth movement with the footwork. I think the footwork here just needsd to be appreciated. The parts where they are hitting their chests and sliding their feet together - look bud I’ve tried to learn that and let me tell you getting the coordination on that is not easy. But like the way they start initially only in line with two other members and then suddenly all of them are standing all the way straight up. Good stuff. 

No comment here is really needed, just an appreciation of how they’ve kept the back and forth two line formation is really smooth. (though this is the part of the dance where they are most out of sync, they aren’t bringing their hand down at the same speed or in the same way. 

Man these transitions are just so nice. The way that your attention is focused on Sanha who is so close to the camera, and how he completely blocks MJ in the middle who suddenly appears and is the main focus of the chorus. And then how Sanha just casually moves to the back of the formation. Also the sliding kinda reminds me of ice skating which is fitting. 

Remember when I talked about diagonal line #1? “Note: keep in mind this diagonal line has the left side forward and the right side back, and Jinjin is moving along the line from front to back. “

This diagonal line #2 goes the opposite direction: right side foward, left side back. Now instead of Jinjin moving from the front to the back, they “push” their arms and sanha takes the momentum of their arms and “pops” out of the formation, moving along the line from the back to the front. A stunning reflection of the early diagnoal line. Like imagine if those two lines happened back to back. 

I love this big circular motion they do with their hands. Of all the moves they have done so far in the choreography, all of them doing this arm circular is by far the biggest move they do in terms of how much space they take up. Like it’s a grand move for the dance so far. Their leg placement is also past shoulder width apart making the move look even bigger. And the way Bin like spins his hand in time with ASTRO spinning, and Bin moving from his legs apart to behind him, the footwork is so in sync with their spinning too. 

Okay this is really cool. This is the point in the music where the lyrics and melody are the chorus, but there’s more instrumental in the background. And their dancing reflects moves from the chorus choreography but instead of facing sideways they all face forward. And watch the way Bins arms move. All of ASTRO turn around at the same time that Bin turns to the front after turning away. 

This first box formation is two vocals in the center and the rest of them surrounding them. This was really smart that before this they had Rocky and Moonbin in the back spinning in sync because they were the best at that turn, and then they slid to the side so that Rocky, the main dancer, and Eunwoo, the visual, ended up in front. 

Also note how Rocky reaches up to “grab” something at the end, and “brings” it inside the formation. 

And then here they have another box formation, except for this time the two in the center are the rappers instead of the vocals. 

Watch the way MJ grabs up and raises his arm down, and then Moonbin raises his arm up as MJ’s comes down. (Also how they are on opposite sides of the square so the movements aren’t off balance.)

And then the way Rocky and Jinjin turn around each other to change the focus of the center. 

in conclusion: astro’s formations and transitions have me in love

For Better or For Worse

A/N: Look! I wrote a thing! I found this buried in the land of Hannah’s half finished fics and I decided to finish it. This originally supposed to be a Hotch fic but I changed it up to be Spencer… because I am a sucker for Spencer… I hope this isn’t too horrible. I am a bit rusty when it comes to writing Spencer. Anyway, enjoy!

Warnings: Smut, arguing.

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You were in the midst of a full blowout with Spencer. He had promised to make it home in time for dinner with your parents who had flown from out of town to see the two of you, and he blew them off.

“This is getting ridiculous, Spencer! You promised you wouldn’t miss them being here, but of course, a case came up! How many more times will you show me that your job is a priority over me before I actually start to believe it?” you yelled across the room at him.

He was still in his collared shirt that he wore to work, his tie loose around his neck. He looked tired. His hair was messier than normal, looking as if he ran his fingers through it out of stress more than once.

“I know, Y/N. I know this is hard. But we made a commitment. For better or for worse? Honey, I am so sorry that I missed them… I’ll make it up to you, I promise”

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Sexy times in the bathroom.

Hello, Love bugs! 

Dan x Reader

Warnings - Smut. 

I asked you guys if a fic about yourself and Dan attempting to have sex in the shower but it turns out to be a fail would be something you would want to read. It was an overwelling yes so you know. I wrote it. Enjoy!

“I’m going to jump into the shower!” You had yelled to Dan to make sure he knew you hadn’t been kidnapped or anything. You didn’t hear a response but that could just be from his lack of response. You pulled your head back into the room as you unwrapped the towel from your body. The water had been running for a little bit so it was the perfect temperature. You normally would go head first and let the water wash completely over your head down to your toes. It was freezing in London and the fresh soft snow that flew through the sky didn’t help your temperature. Just as you were about to put the shampoo in your hair you heard a knock at the door.

“Who is it? Also, what’s the password?” You couldn’t help but ask in a sing-song voice.

“It’s me. Danisnotonfire. The password is probably something about branding. Can I come in? ” you laughed a little before telling him that he could come in. It was always weird for Dan to see you in the shower. It’s not like he hadn’t seen you naked before. Dan had in fact been one of the few people who had seen you in such a way. It just seemed to be a place for you to think and let go. You turned to see Dan standing near the shower eyeing you up.

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Percival Graves never expected to fall in love. In a way, he never actually fell. He walked into it step by step without even realizing it was where he was headed.

The first time he noticed, it was an utterly unremarkable night. It had started snowing earlier that evening, so Graves had finally caved and struck up a fire. They’d both gathered in the living room to enjoy the warmth, Graves sat at one end of the sofa, Credence at the other.

Credence had his nose buried in some book or another, and Graves was skimming through one of his own.

Graves glanced up as a log fractured in the fireplace. That was his undoing. He looked at Credence, outlined by firelight, grown-out hair just starting to curl at the edges, and felt something shift.

From then on, things were never quite the same.

‘Love is blind’ was the popular mantra, but it was only after Graves realized he was in love that he felt he could truly see.

How had he not noticed before how soft Credence looked, how handsome those liquid brown eyes were? How many times had he seen those lips without wondering what it would be like to kiss them? How long had he been in love with him and just not noticed?

Knowing was the most exquisite torture he could imagine. He ascribed meaning to every look, every smile, every lingering touch of Credence’s skin on his, wanting it to be more than it was. The worst part was he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Credence’s smile didn’t have to be for him, it just had to be there. Graves didn’t have to be the one to make him laugh, but he savored every peal that rang out. The brush of their fingers as they passed each other books, plates, clothes didn’t have to be intentional, Graves could still feel the heat.

If Credence knew, Graves wondered, would he still want to live with him?

The answer, as it turned out, was yes.

Graves’ confession came spilling out over breakfast one morning, and Credence paused with a forkful of eggs partway to his mouth. For a moment, all was silence. In that moment, Graves hated himself. He’d ruined everything, and for what? A few seconds of shocked surprise while the future he’d dared to imagine shattered before his eyes.

The very last thing Graves had expected was for Credence to make the same confession back.

Love was never the grand, sweeping gestures Graves had expected when he was a child. It was quiet and unassuming, just like that morning had been. It was Credence brushing his hair out of his eyes and Graves finding magic in the movement. It was the two of them sitting together in silence that spoke volumes.    

Graves wouldn’t have given it up for the world. 

Biscuit | Alfie Solomons

This was just going to be a snippet but i love dogs so much it turned into a full blown essay. Also, I feel like this is the same girl from ‘The Messenger Boy’ imagine.

“Alf… you’ve got a dog.”

“I do love, yeah.” Alfie half mumbled in return with a toothbrush lodged in his mouth. You could smell the peppermint from where you leant in the doorframe. He was half dressed and there was a dog sat to his side turning its head with every movement Alfie made.

“Since when.”

“Oh, ages.”

“Ages? Was he here when I stayed over last?”

“Yeah, love, he was, yeah.”

“Why didn’t I see him?”

“Oh, he comes and goes as he pleases, don’t he.”

“… so he ain’t your dog?”

“No, he is, right. He just lets ‘imself in an’ out.”

You looked at Alfie a little baffled as he leant down to spit out toothpaste and rinse the sink.

“What’s his name then?”

“Biscuit.”

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Fragility and Fractures

A/N: This one takes place on Jughead’s birthday. I wrote it before episode nine aired, so forgive me for continuity errors with Ethel! Enjoy :)


Jughead Jones was at a party.

Strange sentence, yes. But when said party happens to be your very own, you tend to be there.

When Betty decided to throw this party, at Archie’s house, Jughead was adamant at first- parties, while baby showers may be, were not his scene. “It’ll be fun,” She said, wide cerulean blue eyes pleading at him, and so he agreed.

But right here, right now, all Jughead wanted to do was curl up with his laptop, or even better, Betty. That clearly wasn’t going to happen, so Jughead had excused himself from the sweaty crowd in Fred’s living room, gone to the kitchen and grabbed a solo cup of coke. Sitting on the  a kitchen  a counter, he hoped it wasn’t laced with anything.

Nonetheless, he sipped it periodically as he glanced at his phone, listening to whatever overplayed pop song that his peers currently danced to.

He checked his texts. One from his dad.

Are you coming home for dinner?

Well, no, he wasn’t, not after he realised that the Serpents dealt with drugs.

And well, he was at his very own birthday party. He typed out a quick reply.

Not today, dad.

He shoved his phone inside his pocket, catching his foot tapping the counter with the pop song’s rhythm. He immediately stopped.

“Hey,” Came a voice from behind him. Jughead jumped, despite the noise.

“Hey.” He said, realizing it was only Ethel.

“So,” She began, going around the counter in front of him, “Happy Birthday. Seventeen!”

He smiled. “Yeah, I’m finally a dancing queen.”

The reference flew over her head.  

“Nevermind. What brings you to Archie’s humble abode?”

“I heard it was your party, which I really couldn’t believe, because Jughead Jones is throwing a party? I knew I had to come here for sure.”

Jughead chuckled and looked at her. “Actually, Betty’s throwing it for me. I’m not really a party person.”

Ethel deflated slightly. “So, you and Betty a thing now?”

“Yeah, she’s my girlfriend.” Jughead blushed. He was so utterly grateful that he was with Betty. Right now, he was the luckiest guy on earth.

Ethel smiled, in a way that seemed half-hearted. “Cute top she’s wearing.”

Ah, the crown one. Jughead’s very own reference. When he had first seen it, all he could do was laugh. Betty had actively searched for one online.

“She's​…” A ray of sun in his usually-dark life, the paragon of beauty, the best person he’s ever had the pleasure to meet, let alone spend time with- “cute, too.”

Ethel awkwardly nodded, and pursed her lips, still caught in a half-smile.

Thirty seconds passed with an awkward silence. Jughead decided to break it, and stood up.

“I should probably-”

“Archie still has feelings for Betty.”

Her interruption took him by complete surprise.

“What?” He asked. “He still… Does?”

Ethel nodded with sympathy. “I heard Veronica tell Kevin in PE yesterday.”

“You were eavesdropping?”

“No, I just happened to pass by.”

Jughead sighed. “Why are you telling me this, Ethel?”

Ethel’s eyes widened. “I just wanted you to be prepared, you know. And if you need someone to turn to, in case stuff happens…”

It was Jughead’s turn to purse his lips. “Listen, Ethel, I know Archie well, and he wouldn’t do this. I’m dating Betty, too… and I trust her.”

“Fine, Jughead. “ Ethel said, eyes suddenly misty. “I wanted to help.”

“There’s nothing to help with, Ethel. Thanks, though.” Jughead said, annoyed, and left the kitchen.


Half an hour later, after dancing (in his case, shuffling his feet) with Betty, on her request, they both went out to the porch, and sat on the swing.

She leaned in for a kiss. “Happy Birthday, Juggie.”

“Happy, all thanks to you.” He smiled against her lips.

She pulled away. “Oh! I almost forgot. Your birthday gift.” She bent down and pulled out a package- wrapped in blue and gold, haha, from underneath the swing.

He perked an eyebrow. “You hid it under here?”

“What can I say? Betty Cooper is always prepared.”

He laughed. “And may I ask what it is?”

“No.”

“Well, can I open it?”

“Duh.”

His fingers neatly unwrapped the pretty paper- unlike Archie and his sister, who both tore at wrapping like savages. With careful movements, he separated tape and dresses- “Will you hurry up already, Juggie?”

He glanced at her, smirking. “Didn’t think you were that type of unwrapper.”

“I’m not, but just do it already.”

He gave in, being a little more rash with his movements, and put paper aside to reveal-

“A Kindle?”

“You love reading, Jug, and I know you find it difficult finding some books you really want to read, so…Here!”

Jughead’s fingers traced its smooth surface. “Betty, this must have cost you a fortune.”

He said, looking up at her. “I mean, you didn’t have to-”

“Shut up, Jughead. I did. And don’t worry about the cost-that internship over the summer helped.” She held his hand. “Do you like it?”

Jughead hugged her. “It’s the best gift I’ve ever received.”

She grinned. “That’s not all.” And pulled out an A3 sized envelope.

“Open that.” She whispered.

His fingers prised the orange packet open, and pulled out a drawing. It was Jellybean and him, sitting in his treehouse, and he knew only one person who was so talented, especially for a ten year old- Jellybean.

‘Happy Birthday’, said a small message on the bottom right corner, right next to her signature.

“It’s from Jellybean.”

Betty smiled, eyes gleaming. “Yes.”

He pulled Betty into another hug. “How did-”

“I asked her.”

“How?”

“Don’t ask so many questions, Jug.”

“Okay,” He said, softly. “Thank you.”

He leaned into their embrace even further.

They both startled when the flash of a camera disturbed them.

“Sorry, Lovebirds. We need pictures of this legendary party.” Veronica grinned.

The couple in question groaned in faux annoyance, but smiled anyway.


It was 10 pm, and the party was still going strong. The gang, which included Jughead, Betty, Archie, Veronica and Kevin, was sitting on the grass lawn behind the Andrew house- speaking of which, Fred Andrews was going to be pissed- in a circle.

Archie was super drunk, after Reggie had coerced him into multiple shots, and even though the sixteen year old was quite muscular, he still couldn’t hold his alcohol. He was just drunkenly giggling, each word slurring, and the buzzed Veronica just rolled her eyes at his shenanigans. Jughead and Betty were amused. Kevin was indifferent.

Although, Archie seemed to be a bit stony I’m attitude towards Jughead.

Truth or Dare was currently going on, and it was the birthday boy’s turn.

Jughead playing Truth or Dare. Another weird concept. This one night was the teenest of a teen he’d ever been.

“Jughead, pick one.” Veronica said. “Truth, or Dare.”

“As the name of the game suggests,” He said. He wasn’t going to spill out his life story to anyone right now, so the latter it was. “Dare.”

“Kiss anyone in this circle.” Veronica told him.

“Oh, come on.” Kevin protested. “Give ‘im something harder!”

“Nope, that’s it.” Veronica shook her head, lips curling up.

“Really? Anyone? That’s your dare?” Jughead raised an eyebrow.

“Mhmm.”

“Then I’m not going to complain,” he said, turning to Betty, asking for permission with a questioning nod, and once he received a blushing nod back, their lips connected.

Another flash.

“Will you cut it out?” Jughead said. “At least try to be discreet.”

“Never,” Veronica said, putting her phone away. “This is going on Instagram. Hashtag Bughead.”

“Bughead?” Betty asked incredulously. “Bug- head. Really?”

“It’s endearing, and unique, and ‘Jetty’ doesn’t roll right off the tongue.” Kevin said. “So Bughead it is.”

Jughead pretended not to notice the glares Archie was throwing his way, and had been since they’d sat down.

They were about to move on, but Archie interjected. “Jughead, can I speak to you?” He mumbled.

Betty and Jug looked at each other.

“…Sure, Arch.” Jughead said. “Come get a drink with me.”

The two boys stood up, Archie slightly unsteady, and with a furtive glance behind him, at his girlfriend, Jughead entered the kitchen, redhead in tow.

Jughead took a red solo cup and lifted a bottle of coke, pouring its black contents into it. “Want some?” Jughead said.

“Jughead, did you ask Betty out just to get revenge on me?”

Jughead stopped, almost spilling the fizzy drink onto the white counter. He thought his ears stopped working. “Um, what?”

“I said, did you ask Betty out to get revenge on me? For the July 4th thing?”

“Two things, Arch. One, definitely not, and two, you’re too drunk to have his conversation.” Jughead said, looking over his shoulder with disbelief.

“Are you sure, Jug? Is it because I said no to her?”

Jughead’s hands clenched into fists. “Archie, we will not have this conversation, not right now.”

“Jug, tell me, or I’ll ask her.”

“Okay, don’t, just wait till tomorrow.”

Archie ignored him and started for the door.

“Okay, Arch, stop. No, not everything revolves around you. I genuinely have feelings for Betty and I’m almost sure she returns them.” Jughead moved in front of him. “I thought we were friends. I called you my brother.” Archie slumped.

“And you are! But what, exactly, is your problem with Betty and I?”

Archie looked at him with helplessness. “I may…”

“May what?”

“Have feelings for her.” Archie finished.

Was Archie kidding Jughead right now? The redhead was dating Valerie, and Jughead was pretty sure he liked Veronica too. Hell, he’d kissed Cheryl as well. And he’d already broken Betty’s heart.

“Archie? Are you kidding me?”

“No. I genuinely want to be with her. I made a mistake that night, the worst  a mistake of my life, probably.” Archie said, leaning against the wall, hands in pockets.

Jughead took a deep breath to calm himself. He was angry, angry beyond belief, but he needed to keep his cool. Archie was drunk.

“Archie…”

“Jughead, you need to do me a favour.”

Jughead looked at him, deadpanned face. “And this favour is?”

“Break up with-”

“You think Betty’s a favour?”

“Jughead.”

“Absolutely not. I won’t break up with her because you told me too. I won’t break up with her at all, unless she ends it. Archie, no.”

“Jughead, I took you in-”

“I’ll move out, then!”

“Jughead, no-”

Jughead’s palms were clammy, his skin was crawling with ants, he was angry, furious, and he was getting suffocated in this kitchen. He needed to leave, get out, get some fresh air, anything.

“Archie, I love Betty, and you need to check yourself.” Jughead said, smooth and calm. “You’ve already broken her heart, and now you’ll probably break Valerie’s. I don’t know what to say or do that’ll help you.”

Archie’s face betrayed his emotions- both boys were irate.

“Jughead-”

“Boys?” Veronica said from the threshold, Betty and Kevin in tow. Archie and Jughead’s spat had apparently attracted attention. “What’s going on?”

Archie’s eyes fell upon Betty, and with unsteady legs, he moved towards her. “Betty, I have something to say…”

Jughead couldn’t possibly listen the the rest of it. He needed some air, he needed to leave the room, he needed all of this to stop. The universe wasn’t under his control, although, but he could… Leave.

With not word, he pushed himself off the counter, gave Archie the most hateful look he could muster up, and moved to the door.

“Jug, where are you-”

He looked up at Betty’s concerned eyes, and could only bring himself to shake his head. He needed to get out. Now. Fast. Before he imploded.

Breaking his gaze with Betty’s, he moved past her with a jerky movement and left the room, the house, Archie’s porch, and finally out on the road.

He swiveled about in two directions- where would he go? His dad’s? But any thought of going back into that stuffy trailer held no appeal. Open air was his goal.

Above Pop’s diner it would be.

Surprisingly, and thankfully, no one followed him, not even Betty. His heart twitched at that. But, with fast strides, almost running, he walked the short walk to the neon-lit building.

His mind was a jumbled mess of hurt sayings towards Archie, fearful mutterings that Betty would choose Archie, and guilt, though he couldn’t place why. In was October, not very hot, especially in Canada, but Jughead’s beanie and jacket were suffocating him.

His strides faster, relief when he finally caught sight of the neon banner- and instead of entering the front door, he went round that back, located the ladder that always seemed to be there, climbed its rusty rungs, and finally settled near the lit-up diner’s sign..He was hidden from view, but he could see people approaching. Only Betty knew of this particular hiding spot, even though it was one he visited only when he was in emotional anguish.

This counted.

He took deep breaths to calm himself down, mind still reeling.

He bit his lip and looked up at the star-studded sky, year’s worth of observing constellations with Archie leading him to identify each one immediately.

Archie.

Betty.

He was stuck in a cliché love triangle, a concept which he openly despised after reading same, boring old versions of it in numerous books. He was a hypocrite, it seemed.

He was livid at Archie. That July Fourth incident was nothing- this was crossing the line. Liquor induced or not, Archie was…

Jughead grit his teeth, removing the crown beanie from his head and setting it beside him; his hand running through his father’s raven locks, which both he and Jellybean had inherited.

It just occurred to him that he was, maybe, being overly dramatic, opting to storm off in a rage rather than stay and let communication take care of things. He was here already, though. He closed his eyes and leant back against some piping.

“Jughead Jones.”

He opened his eyes, evidently taken by surprise. “Betty?”

“Who else?” The girl in question came into view. Her arms were folded.

Jughead said nothing, meeting her gaze.

“Jughead, I heard everything.”

Dismay ploughed through his body. “From the beginning?”

Betty nodded. “Yep.”

“Betty…”

“Jughead, if you underestimate me so much that you think I’d forget our entire relationship and go back to Archie, then you underestimate me.”

Jughead bowed his head. “I was angry. So, so angry, because a part of me is always insecure that you still have feelings for him, and I’m…”

“What? A rebound?”

Silence permeated, which betrayed Jughead’s answer.

“Jughead, I’m sorry, but if you think I’m as shallow as that, then maybe this relationship won’t work out.”

“Betty, no- I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? Jug, you just walked out like that, right before I realised that he still… Whatever, but it got me thinking that you were willing to just let the whole thing we have go, because of Archie, who’s drunk!” Betty gesticulated wildly.

“I am furious at Archie, Jug, but I’m furious at you, too. Yes, it’s your birthday, but you can’t walk out without talking to me first. I thought we had a mature relationship, but communication is key, Jug!”

Jughead stood up and took her hand. “Betty, I’m sorry. I just needed air, I was furious too. And please don’t end this.”

Betty pulled herself closer. “I won’t, Jug. And it’s okay, just don’t do it again.”

Jughead kissed her, and that was his reply.

He walked her to his original spot, and they sat down together side by side, him playing with her hand and her playing with his beanie-free hair.

“How did you know I was here?”

“Simple. When you’re upset, you go to Pop’s. When you’re annoyed and frustrated, you go to the Drive In. And when you’re angry, or really, really sad, then you come here.”

“Okay, you know me well.”

“Mhmm.”

Their hands intertwined.

“Juggie, I heard you say that you…love me.”

Jughead blushed. “Um, yes, I do, Betts.”

“I love you too, Jug.” She cupped his cheeks and kissed him, slow and peaceful and reassuring and calming, everything he needed right now.

She loved him, he loved her, and even though they were just seventeen, future uncertain, what mattered was right now and right here.

“Hands down; best birthday gift ever.”


A sharp rapping on the mesh frame of FP Jones’s trailer was what woke Jughead up from his position on the couch. He didn’t want to stay at Archie’s last night, so he’d turned to his dad, whom he’d found passed out in the arm chair. After helping him back to bed, Jughead had curled up in his current position.

With a wince, he sat up. The couch had a broken spring, and his left shoulder was ever so sore.

Another knock. “Coming!” He said, pulling his beanie on and getting up.

On opening the door, he found Archie, evidently hung over, with mussed-up hair and a tired face.

No niceties. Jughead didn’t think he deserved it. “Go away.” And he made to shut the door.

“Jughead, wait, I’m so so sorry.”

Jughead stopped the door, and stared at him, brow furrowed. “And I’m supposed to believe that?”

“Jug, please, I was drunk.”

“That’s not going to excuse anything.”

“I know, Jug, please let me in.”

Jughead complied, though that didn’t mean he forgave Archie.

“You’ve been ignoring my texts and calls.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” Jughead said, plonking himself on the couch. “All I want to do is punch you right now.”

“I get it, Jug. What I did is inexcusable, and hurt both your and Betty’s feelings. I guess I took you granted.”

Jughead narrowed his eyes. “Surprisingly accurate.”

“I had a chance with Betty, and I ruined it, and I guess she’s happy with you. Part of me was confused and jealous, and after I downed,like, eight beers yesterday, it all came spilling out. My ego prevented me from understanding why Betty was happy with someone else, and when this someone else was you… I was hurt.”

Jughead, arms crossed, met Archie’s eyes with a steely gaze. The redhead continued.

“And nothing will ever excuse the fact that I asked you to break up with her for me. I don’t know what I was thinking, Jug. I am so, incredibly sorry. I’m not good with words, but I just want you to know that I would do anything to redeem myself. I hate myself because I ruined  a your birthday, too.”

Jughead replied. “What about Betty, Veronica and Valerie?”

“I apologised to Betty just now. After this, Veronica and Valerie.”

“Okay.”

“Jughead, I’m going to say this again, and I won’t ever stop- I’m so sorry.”

Jughead stood up, crossed over to the counter, and leaned on it. “How am I supposed to live with the fact that I know you still like Betty?”

“I’ll get over it, like she got over me.”

Jughead bit his lip. “Archie, I’m never going to forget this, but I forgive you.”

Archie looked visibly relieved, chest heaving. “You don’t know how much that means to me, Jug.”

“Okay, but things aren’t going back to what they were before immediately, Archie. I’m still hurt, Betty’s still hurt, and who knows about Valerie, but it’s great to know​ that at least you’re sorry for your incendiary ways.”

“So much, so much that you won’t believe it.”

They both smiled softly at each other.

The friendship, although cracked, still remained intact.


Jughead yawned as he clocked out of his shift at Pop’s. After the Drive-In had closed, he needed a job, and after Hermione Lodge left, a spot had opened up for him. Their financial situation wasn’t great, so Jughead really needed this.

This wasn’t to say that he was tired though. He looked forward to curling up with a book, or maybe sneaking up to Betty’s room.

He shrugged off his uniform, shrugged on his jacket, switched the lights off, and left the diner with the bell ringing behind him.

He immediately tripped, though, when a flash of light and a huge ‘surprise!’ took him off guard.

“Crap.” He said, cradling the hand he’d landed on. He looked up at all his friends- Betty, Veronica, Archie, Kevin, and Joaquin.

“Oh gosh, Jug, you okay?” Betty said, bending and helping him up.

“I’m fine,” He winced. “What’s going on?”

“Well,” Betty started, a hopeful smile on her face, hands clasped in his, “After your birthday last week went, well awry…”

“We decided to throw you, or gently hand you an amazing night, the ultimate movie marathon of your choice.”
“Oh guys, this is too much…”

“Nonsense.” Archie said. He was noticeably standing further away from Betty and Veronica. He’d apologised, but things were still slightly awkward.

“Come on, we must make it up to you.” Betty said, squeezing his hand.

Jughead grinned. “Okay. As long as we binge watch Hitchcock.”

Kevin groaned, but his smile said something different.

So, hand in hand with Betty Cooper, Jughead Jones walked away from Pop’s surrounded by his friends. Relationships were still mending and new ones were forming, some people were sorry, some weren’t, and betrayals still ran rampant, but he was happy, at least for now.

Not In That Way | Part 4

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: Your big sister was certainly cheating on her boyfriend, but there were two things that didn’t make this indifferent to you. One, he didn’t know. Two, you were in love with him.

Words: 2500

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, nothing really harsh in this part.

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A/N: Thanks to @sleepywinchester for betaing and to you guys for reading! This part is way too fluffy for me but it reminds me that I love this series, and get ready because next part is where things get a bit tense ;)

Feedback is always appreciated, enjoy! xx

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As you made a new cup of hot chocolate, you could feel his stare on your back. Every move you made was like if it was memorized and examined within seconds by the guy sitting on your couch.

But it wasn’t just a guy.

It felt so weird to have him there, it was like if your two worlds were collapsing just meters from you.  

Going back to where Sam was sitting, you handed him the mug full of hot beverage as he thanked you, sipping it before you sat in front of him, imitating his move with your own drink. You could cut the tension and awkwardness with a knife.

A few seconds passed before you decided to talk first.

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Ok cause of all the shit I felt like writing something tonight so here goes..

First off I wanted to show you just the fucking way his eyes follow her, are like locked in on hers for most of this first conversation because man oh man..

Just take a look for a moment at this look throughout the scene, the way his eyes follow her movements perfectly, and tell me what that looks like to you in terms of how he sees her. How he FEELS at that moment. I mean he is locked in on her this whole time. 

This is just some amazing shit here.  But i especially love this one..

(gifs by  kendaspntwd)

that little look up at the end. He really dosen’t look at anyone else like this. Not that i’ve seen. Its part of that amazing chemistry that they have I know. That rare thing you can’t force or create. It’s just there, it happens organically.  And its like in the last one he tries to break the eye contact but can’t and looks back up at her. 

That slight wariness melting into and being overridden by his love for her is beautiful to me. 

He forgives her so quickly just by looking into her eyes and just seeing her, By knowing her. Because he loves her so damn much and having her front of him just.. overwhelms him and he can’t take his eyes off her. 

Tell me again he’s not fucking in love with her. Fight me. 

I think I just killed myself with feels again..

Slaves

Request: “hey could you do a kylo fic were you’re basically his slave and you pretty much worship him and most of the time he’s sweet (enough) and dismissive but he can get forceful during sex if you don’t obey his orders. But you act happy about it and you always reassure him when he’s insecure and you’re always flirty and you hardly leave his room and you have to just like wear lingerie like 24/7 (sorry if this is too crazy but i love your writing so much!!! thanks boo xxxxx)”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 2891

Warnings: Smut

A/n: took the slave part of this request a bit too literally haha but I hope you guys like it!!


It was no easy task, being Kylo Ren’s lover. You had not chosen to be, but somehow, it was as if some higher being had always planned for you two to be together. Bound by fate. The fate of the invasion of your home planet, the fate of the First Order Stormtroopers taking you captive after you hadn’t found an adequate hiding place, and fate that Kylo Ren took a very deep liking to you.

You were the first and last slave he chose to do his bidding, for his commands only deemed it necessary to keep one. He could’ve had others if he had liked, but he hated the idea of it all. They expected him to be a merciless leader, to show authority and lead by example, and yet Snoke had willed him to choose a personal slave so to encourage the other men. Encourage them of what? Kylo thought. That I’m no better than a lusting pig?  

The answer had already shown itself in his mind. It was all for his image. If the soldiers saw that he could take whatever he wanted for his own, to charge someone to his side against their will and subdue them to obey him, then they would automatically subconsciously want to do the same. To lead by example, so that they might become the example itself. It wasn’t that his inferiors didn’t already fear him, it was just that after the sequences on Starkiller base, after their defeat, most had lost some respect for him. His battle wounds humanised him, very detrimentally, in the eyes of all those who served the First Order.

And so, when Hux had lined up twenty-three native women of the planet they had just inhabited, Kylo was quick to choose the one who stuck out like a sore thumb. You. The reason he was drawn to you, apart from the fact that he was almost immediately attracted to your striking appearance, is that you were the only woman not crying. If he were to pull around a human-sized burden, he would prefer it to be one he didn’t have to carry kicking and screaming.

“You.” He pointed to your tired face, his voice crackling in his vocoder. “I’ll have her sent to my quarters.”

You grimaced, already knowing what to expect. You were all women in this room, it was so plain to see what type of slavery you’d be in for.

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anonymous asked:

THE 🗣 MISSUS 🗣 WITH 🗣 GRIMMY 🗣 SUPPORTING 🗣 HARRY 🗣 ON 🗣 GRAHAM 🗣 NORTON 🗣

“Give ‘im a kiss good luck, babe,” Grimmy would smirk, pushing the missus closer to him and ignoring her remarks of stopping his movements, “not a proper snog. Just a nice kiss. A peck on the lips. The snog can be saved for later on. Y’know, when you’re at home and in bed and ready to hav-”

“I know how to kiss him good luck, you twat. He’s my fiancé. I know what is too much for him and what is just right for us,” she’d grumble towards him, and smile up towards Harry, pressing up on her toes to kiss him softly on his pink lips, “good luck out there. We’ll be watching in here.”

“Thank you,” he’d smile, “I love you, too. Don’t go crying again like you did in New York,” he’d tease and nudge his nose against her forehead, pressing his lips to her skin before pulling away from her, “you’ve heard the song more than enough times to not cry over it.”

“I don’t cry over the song,” she’d sigh with a roll of her eyes, reaching behind him to pinch his bum softly, “I cry because I’m proud of you. Now, go and kick some arse and have fun out there on stage. I’ll be waiting in here for you.”

“I swear to god, if I come back and you’re naked and waiting for him on the sofa, I will scream,” Grimmy would laugh, snickering when she’d give him the middle finger, “you’re so rude to me. God.” xx

Rough All Over - Kol Mikaelson Smut

I followed close behind an angry Kol, struggling to keep up with how fast he was walking. We got to the house and Kol slammed the door open forcefully, mumbling something to himself. I frowned as I watched him walk to the liquor cabinet.


I had glitter all over my chest and I had spilled salsa down the front of my dress. Kol found me on top of some random frat guys kitchen island, dancing and having a stupid time.


The problem was that Kol got jealous easily and it was a pain in the ass, throw in a reservation date to a fancy restaurant I totally forgot about and you get and angry Kol trying not to be angry but failing miserably.


“Kol?” I said, my voice small for fear that he would yell. I hated fighting. “I’m sorry.” I looked down at my hands, blinking in shame.


“I know you are.” He glared. “You’d rather be doing something stupid with people I don’t even know than spending time with me.” He said. I frowned, the panic rising in my chest.


“Of course not. You’re the one who never wants to do anything with me.” I said, finding his eyes. I almost blushed.


“Can you please stop making everything about that?” Kol breathed out. I drew closer to him, my hand sliding up to his chest. “You’re drunk, let’s just forget about this and talk about it in the morning.” He swallowed.


“I’m not drunk, Kol.” I pushed off his jacket. “I just want you to show you how much I care about you.” I ran my hands up, cupping his face and kissing him. “And how much I’d rather be spending my time…” I breathed in between another kiss as I guided his hands around my waist. “With you.”


Kol pulled away, starting towards the stairs. “What’s your problem, Kol? Am I not good enough for your original status?” I glared, following him up the stairs. He stopped, turning to face me. “It’s really no big deal, Kol.” I made puppy eyes. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”


“No.” Kol gritted his jaw, looking into my eyes. He was obviously lying and I could tell with how hard he gripped the staircase railing and tried so hard not to turn me into a pile of goo, we both knew he could.


“Bullshit. You want me.” I grabbed his hand and he pulled away again, turning around and continuing upstairs.


I ran in front of him, holding my arm out to his stomach. “Hey, I’m talking to you, Kol. You can’t just push me away like this whenever you feel like it.”


“Get out of my way.” He said. I quickly wrapped my arms around him and kissed him, his mouth opening immediately at the familiarity. He didn’t kiss me back, instead he pushed me back.


I frowned again. I knew he could easily throw me out the window or kick me through the ceiling but he just continued rejecting me for his own wicked satisfaction.


“What’s your damage? Why don’t you just fuck me?!” I struggled to spit out the words in anger, my blood boiling as I grabbed his button up shirt in my fists. “You may not want to fuck me, Kol, but there were plenty of other men at that party perfectly willing to.”


His head snapped and I regretted the words as soon as I saw the look in his eye.


“You want to be fucked?” Kol scowled. He vamped me against the marble wall and I gasped, his hand wrapped around my neck, almost crushing my jaw. “I’ll fuck you.” He spat, jerking my dress up around my waist. In one swift motion his pants were around his ankles and he was inside me.


I clung onto him, my nails digging into his clothed back, I held the hot air in my lungs, if he had gone any faster I wouldn’t have been able to handle it. The feeling of every part of him inside of me as he held me against the wall.


His movements weren’t the least bit gentle or careful, he pounded into me relentlessly, burying his face in my neck, refusing me the propriety of looking into my eyes.


I was all I wanted anyways, he had built up a sturdy wall all these months refusing to be affectionate in this way, and now we stood in the crumbles of it.


He didn’t say anything, his breath was ragged and he let out grunts and growls, his death grip shifting from my throat to my ass. I cried out as he brought me into him with each quick and merciless movement.


I felt Kol beginning to coil up, his stomach pressed against mine, I held him as close as possible as he froze and came, letting out a choked groan.


He let me go and I leaned against the wall for fear that I’d stumble and fall if I tried to walk. I watched Kol as he fixed himself, my breathing shaky. He carried me to the bedroom. “I’m sorry, okay? I love you, darling, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”


“It’s okay. Just come here.” I hugged him, pressing a gentle kiss to his mouth. “I love you, Kol.”

The Summer (27/33)

The Summer (27/33) | Dan Howell has spent the last three summers at Camp Bergamot, but it’s never been quite like this before. This year, he faces a summer full of new friends, a new relationship, and an entirely new view on his own sexuality. Perhaps Camp Bergamot should be renamed camp self discovery for all the changes Dan has gone through, but one thing’s for sure - despite all the hiccups and the drama, he just might have found the love of his life. | Phan | Mature | Smut, Misunderstandings, Insecurity, Panic Attacks, Bullying, Minor Violence, Physical Fight | 300,000+ Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I claim that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

This Part: 14,220 Words

For reference, @botanistlester is Dan, @snowbunnylester is Phil.

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Warnings: heavy angst, insecurity, lack of self-care, self punishment (nothing extreme, just like, berating themselves and generally not caring about their own well being)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

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Marines Hogwarts AU, Part II

“Ri!”

Snapping to attention at Sabo’s call, Riskua tilts her head to a side as her blond best friend hurriedly approaches, shouldering several older students out of his path in the process.

“Where’s Ace?”

“We just has history of magic,” says Sabo in lieu of an actual answer, running one hand through his steadily growing blond locks, “on Dark Lords. Specifically recent American Dark Lords.”

Well shit.

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~ Hold My Hand ~

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Originally posted by cute-guysxx

Request: Jim Kirk, your boyfriend, teaching you to slow dance at a party. - Anon

Words: 2897

Warnings: None really, a little bit of tears and angst maybe, but the rest is hopefully fluff!

Beta’d: Again by the lovely @yourtropegirl! I’m sure all who follow me also follow her, but if you’re not following her… go do it! She’s lovely and kind and really, really nice!

A/N: I’M SO SORRY NONNIE! I have no idea why it took me so long, but I deleted this story at least 10 times before I found a beginning that I liked. And I’m also really sorry that the part of the actual dancing (or learning at least) was cut short, I just am a person with two left feet, so I kinda went with my own experience here (I did google how to teach slow dancing, but that didn’t really help me, because I had no idea how to turn what I saw into words, so I hope you’re not too mad at me!).

Tags (requested for this fic): @musingsongbird, @cookieoffortune 


“Ambassador Y/L/N?“

You put the little girl you had in your arms down on the ground and nudged her softly, pushing her in the direction of her friends and siblings, who were running around a little bit further down the path.

“Yes?,” you said, straightening yourself up and turning around to face the man who had spoken.

“I have a message for you. It’s from Yorktown.”

“Thank you”, you whispered, smiled weakly and took the letter with a trembling hand from the Vulcan. He just bowed a little and disappeared between some houses, his tunic floating in the wind.

As you pondered over the decision to open the letter or not, you walked down the path to the little cottage you called your home, at the border of the capital while you were on New Vulcan. Of course you had heard of the events in Yorktown and about the destruction of the Enterprise during the rescue mission of that alien’s crew, so you knew that the letter would come sooner or later.

The moment you walked through the door you slumped down to the floor, your body shaking and tears flowing. Not only had you lost your good friend Ambassador Spock some time ago, now you had to live with the knowledge that your boyfriend and his crew had passed away too.

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Make You Feel My Love

lin manuel miranda x reader 

prompt: you’re the new pianist in the orchestra for hamilton. one day lin hears music long after people have left the theatre and decides to investigate.

a/n: this is physically the most sappy thing i have ever written in my entire life (the song in this fic is make you feel my love by adele but for some reason i kept imagining it when lea michelle sang it on glee whoops)

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You have always been the quiet type.

You loved engaging in conversations with people and adored being social, but for some reason, in every unfamiliar or new situation that appeared in your life, you turned into an introverted person, unable to maintain eye contact well with another person.

Especially if that person is Lin Manuel Miranda. 

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Lipstick- Charlie Coyle

Originally posted by mikoivu

Ok so the winner is… Charlie Coyle! But just remember I will do imagines for all the other players requested! Anyway… enjoy!

Warning: I think there’s a cuss or two, definitely a broken heart or two

Anon Request: Could you listen to the song Lipstick by Dan and Shay and wrote an imagine based on it where you just broke up with someone and are trying to date again… You chose the player doesn’t matter how it ends THANKSSS ❤️❤️

Shoutout to the Charlie Coyle voters: @pbergeron, @agent-washball, @noranihilia, and anon!

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              You took a deep breath. You could totally do this.

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