i know how much you like my face

Idk why people always portray Alfred as such a righteous and selfless guy like guys I need a fic where he is willing to sell out his friends just because someone gave him a shit load of money. I NEED A FIC WHERE AT FIRST HE SEEM LIKE SUCH A GOOD GUY BUT THEM THIS HANDSOME BUT VERY BAD PERSON COMES UP AND SEDUCES HIM and not with his good looks but WITH MONEY

anonymous asked:

Ok I've got a question regarding spirit guides. So I just did a meditation to meet mine, and while I never saw a face my left side felt like someone was sitting beside me. Then my ear went all ringy, like it was trying to hear something, but I didn't. How can I tell if I'm actually sensing a spirit/ then get them to fully make contact? Sorry if that's long, thanks so much know advance, this is all still new to me!

The ear ringing is a good sign that it was a spirit trying to communicate, you just couldn’t hear them clearly. That happens to me sometimes too, more when I am working with a new spirit and I haven’t tuned into their energy yet to communicate with them. Next time you do the meditation, notice the things around you as well too. See if theres anything symbolic. They may try to communicate that way knowing you cant quite ‘hear’ them yet. <3 Pay attention to the images they may paint for you, as spirit communication isn’t always about words.

smoke in the snow

she asks me where i’m going
it’s three in the morning and
out the window it’s snowing

i just need to smoke because
i just woke up with dried tears
from another nightmare again

just give me a moment i want to
feel the snow in my face until my
mind clears and before you know
it i’ll be right here again

my dear you know how much i care
and don’t worry about what i fear
when i hide tears i told you that
in a moment i’ll be right here

sometimes i feel like fuck the world
unwind but my mind’s stuck in a whirl
pondering if i’m really in love with this girl
pull her back in my arms holding her soul
with the cold on my skin i’m soaking her warmth
stroking her hair, skin so soft and delicate and yet
so sharp and intelligent, smart and feminine and
we’re more than just friends with benefits –

but i don’t want to set a precedent i just want to
let our resonance be our element as evidenced by
our experience that you’re my medicine and you
can be my everything it’s just my past commitments
have lead to detriment and that’s why i’m hesitant
even though you’re excellent

Albert Camus for the Signs
  • Aries: "Deep feelings always mean more than they are capable of saying."
  • Taurus: "There is so much stubborn hope in the human heart."
  • Gemini: "That’s why I like you so much. Your heart isn’t dead."
  • Cancer: "Yes, be patient with me. My heart is heavy."
  • Leo: "Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is."
  • Virgo: "I am on your side. But you have no way of knowing it, because your heart is blind."
  • Libra: "I am strangely tired, not from having talked so much but at the mere thought of what I still have to say."
  • Scorpio: "I didn’t like having to explain to them, so I just shut up, smoked a cigarette, and looked at the sea."
  • Sagittarius: "How can it be that, linked to such suffering, her face is still the face of happiness for me?"
  • Capricorn: "Words that come from the heart are always simple."
  • Aquarius: "Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being."
  • Pisces: "I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world."

. OKAY, so I have a theory. Having rewatched all of the Sanvers scenes from the last episode, I can only conclude one thing which is that Maggie was not aware of how Alex actually felt about her. Beginning of the episode she walks up to her as if nothings wrong, she doesn’t quite seem to understand why Kara is clearly ready to murder her, and she opens up very fresh wounds with Alex. Maggie isn’t dumb. She knows, I presume what it’s like to be rejected, and she’s not callous either so if she’d realized how much she hurt Alex I think she would have let it be a little longer. 

Later when they’re talking in the parking garage or whatever, she’s fine until Alex says “Because I was sure of one thing, and that was my feelings for you.” And like right after she says that, Maggie’s whole face changes. It’s then that she realizes that Alex didn’t just have a baby gay crush. It wasn’t just her liking the first gay girl she could find. She genuinely liked her a lot. And when Alex walks away she watches her go and she looks kind of dumbstruck like she’s not quite sure what just happened. 

And finally, at the apartment scene she finally seems to get how much she actually hurt Alex because she’s a lot more careful about her words and about what she’s trying to convey. Also after she says that she hopes one day they can be ‘friends’ she literally looks like she swallowed a lemon. She doesn’t want to be friends, and she knows that Alex doesn’t either but she also knows that it’s too soon. 

Maggie didn’t know. There’s been a few people who have mentioned that Maggie probably doesn’t think she deserves love or is lovable after the way her last gf broke up with her so that probably translates to Alex. She doesn’t understand at first that a beautiful, smart, wonderful woman like Alex might actually love her. 

If It Takes Writing a Musical For Us To Meet- Lin X Reader

A/N: i hope that you guys like this since it’s my first cast fic!!

“Good performance, Y/N. I have to applaud you on how much emotion went into Satisfied.” Daveed teased me and I rolled my eyes.

“Your personality goes from Lafayette to Jefferson so fast it’s jarring. Now I don’t think Jefferson wears a soldier uniform in act two so I would suggest getting changed.” I smirked, trying to completely ignore what he was implying.

“Well we both know what we know.” He sang with a shit-eating grin on his face and he went to his dressing room quickly.

I groaned and went into my dressing room and changed quickly into the outfit I was wearing in Take a Break.

I got in my position and I waited to hear Lin’s voice as my cue.

“And there you are, an ocean away. Do you have to be an ocean away? Thoughts of you subside, then I get another letter, I cannot put the notion away…”

I waited for the music to change, listening to Pippa, Lin and Anthony sing and in Anthony’s case, rap.

“My dearest Alexander, you must get through to Jefferson, sit down with him and compromise don’t stop ‘til you agree. Your fav'rite older sister, Angelica reminds you there’s someone in your corner all away across the sea. In a letter I received from you two weeks ago I noticed a comma in the middle of a phrase. It changed the meaning. Did you intend this? One stroke and you’ve consumed my waking days. It says:

”'My dearest Angelica.’“

“With a comma after dearest. You’ve written:

”'My dearest, Angelica.’“
“Anyway, all this to say I’m coming home this summer at my sisters invitation, I’ll be there with your fam'ly if you make your way upstate. I know you’re very busy, I know you’re work’s important but I’m crossing the ocean and I just can’t wait.”

“You won’t be an ocean away, you will only be a moment away…”

I smiled widely as I heard Pippa sing and I got down the stairs and hugged her tightly.

“Angelica!” She laughed.

“Eliza!”

“The Schuyler sisters.” Lin smiled and I let go of Pippa.

“Alexander…”

“Hi.” He smiled, this cute grin on his face.

“It’s good to see your face.”

I walked off the stage after bowing, exhausted.

But we still had ham4ham to do.

“See! Lin has a crush on you as well!” Daveed practically yelled, barging into my dressing room.

“I thought I locked it.” I mumbled and he sighed.

“He practically was about to cry after the Reynolds Pamphlet!” Daveed pointed out.

To say that yelling at him for cheating on Eliza didn’t hurt me- especially since he actually looked genuinely upset after my part- would be a lie.

“Yes. I know, I was on stage as well.” I reminded him and he looked at me, surprised.

“You were upset as well?”

“Because he looked upset!” I defended myself before realizing that wasn’t helping my case at all. His smirk grew.

“I have a plan for how you should tell him.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not?” I heard someone else ask. I turned to see Anthony leaning against my foot, grinning.

“Diggs how many people did you tell?” I asked, glaring at him. He held his hands up in surrender.

“Literally everyone knows besides Lin and you.”

“And me? I am quite aware that I have a crush on Lin.” I pointed out and I groaned, mentally hitting myself.

“See? I knew I was right.” Daveed grinned.

“Okay whatever but what do you mean by ‘and you’?” I asked him.

“You see everyone knows that Lin has a crush on you but you both are completely oblivious to the fact that you both like each other.”

“Lin doesn’t like me.”

“His exact point.” Anthony pointed out.

“I need to get ready for ham4ham.”

“See you later Y/N.” Daveed called and he walked out, Anthony joining him.

The night was wrapping up and Daveed took the microphone.

“Now I’m not sure ‘bout you guys but I would love to hear our ensemble member Y/N sing Helpless with our dear Lin Manuel Miranda.” He said and I could practcially hear the smirk in his voice, even though I wasn’t looking at him. The fans screamed and I sighed and smiled awkwardly at Lin.

Pippa had this huge smile on her face and I knew that if Renee wasn’t sick, she’d be loving every second of this. Daveed handed a microphone to me and I glared at him.

“I am going to murder you.” I told him and he smiled sweetly.

“Go get ‘em.”

The music started and I started singing, keeping all the lyrics the same until it was the talking part.

“Y/N L/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“L/N?”

“That’s my last name. Thank you for all your music.”

“If it takes writing a musical for us to meet, it will have been worth it.”

“I’ll leave you to it.” Pippa smirked.

“One week later and were texting each other nightly, now my life gets better every message that you write me. Laughing at our cast mates because they want me to share them.”

“I’m just saying if you really loved us you would screenshot them.” Daveed said and I heard laughter throughout the cast and the audience.

I continued singing as normal and Lin grabbed my hands and he started rapping.

“Y/N, I don’t have a dollar to my name, an acre of land, a troop to command or a tolerance for pain. All I’ve got is my honor, a dollop of fame, a couple of broadway musicals and my top notch brain- insane this cast brings out a different side of me. Pippa confides in me, Daveed tried to fight me- no stress my love for you was never in doubt, we’ll get a place in New York City and we’ll figure it- and as long as I’m alive I swear to god you’ll never feel so…” He smiled and he closed the space between us, kissing me gently. I heard everyone cheer and the music turn off although it’s not like you could even hear it anymore anyways.

“Helpless.” I finished, out of breath from the kiss.

8

” You must know that such love is impossible.”
“ Impossible loves, I’m very much afraid they can become an addiction. “

a few underrated klance moments that i like a lot:

“shut up and trust me”

lance: ooooh are u scared?
keith: with u at the helm? terrified.

lance (to keith): i did something ~cool~ and you can’t handle it.

keith (to lance during the training): just concentrate on keeping me safe
me: lenny face

“you still going keith?” “you know it. you?”
“going? i’m speeding up!” “oh yeah?” “you getting scared?” “i’m not scared!” (like you cannot tell me this wasn’t flirting)

lance (softly): i…actually don’t hate you rn

keith (skeptical): what was that noise?
lance (smug): laser guns

one of my personal favourites:
allura scolding keith for being so eager to get lance out of the pod. “how much better do you think he’s gonna get in a few more ticks??” *pouts*

keith: *huffs and crosses arms after watching lance flirt with allura* classic.

lance: HOLD YOUR JETS KEITH


*lance tells his idea to keith looking smug af*
keith: that actually….is a better idea

You are not your story

I see a lot of people talking about self-doubt and insecurity about their writing–I mean, let’s face it, we’re writers, sometimes we talk about/feel that more often than we actually write. ;) But I’ve seen this several times, where people ask more productive writers (and often pros) questions like “How did you get rid of the self-doubt?

And the answer is: they didn’t.

I know a lot of people who’ll say things like, “I doubt myself too much to write”, or worse, “if I can just get over my self-doubt, then I’ll write.” And I have some bad news for you: that’s not ever going to happen. People who write more don’t write more because they’ve conquered self-doubt. They write despite having self-doubt. 

Every single writer I know–and some of them have published dozens of books and are well-known–still struggles with “oh my god, what the hell am I doing? why would anybody want to read this shit?” I struggle with it AT LEAST once per any given story I write. That’s true of novels, that’s true of fanfic, that’s true of everything. The trick isn’t to wait for it to go away. The trick is to ignore it. Or look at it, and go “yeah okay, but I’m gonna do this anyway.”

I think it comes back to learning how to make a distinction between ourselves and our writing. Some people, if they’re struggling with a story, or write a bad story, go “I am a bad writer.” But that’s not it. You are not your story. If you write a bad story, or struggle with a story, all it means is that you wrote a bad story. (And trust me, no matter how long you write, you’re gonna write bad stories sometimes.) It means NOTHING about who you are as a writer. It doesn’t define you. It’s just a chance to learn something and move on to the next story.

Self-doubt paralyzes us when we get wrapped up in the idea that THIS story, RIGHT NOW, has to be perfect the first time around. That is never, ever the case. THIS story, RIGHT NOW, just has to get written. Worry about how good it is later. 

The answer to self-doubt and insecurity is to write anyway. Let it be bad if it has to be bad. It won’t be the end of the world.

Hang in there. And write anyway.

love/hate sentence starters

feel free to change pronouns as needed.

  • “ I can’t tell if I hate you or if I like you. It’s infuriating. “
  • “ I hate you so much. “
  • “ I don’t know whether to kiss you or slap you. “
  • “ Go to hell. “
  • “ You’re such an adorable jerk! “ 
  • “ Truth is… I never really hated you. “
  • “ Truth is… I never really loved you. “
  • “ Why did I ever love you? “
  • “ Why did I ever hate you? “
  • “ I hate them, I hate their stupid sarcasm, I hate their stupid adorable face, I hate how I mess up my words every time I’m around them- “
  • “ Honestly? You’re not as bad as I thought you were. “
  • “ You make me sick. “
  • “ Do you really hate me that much? “
  • “ Tell anyone and I’ll kill you, but… I sorta really care about them. “ 
  • “ I was such an asshole… You should hate me. “ 
  • “ I know I should, but I really don’t hate you. “
  • “ Did you ever really care about me? “
  • “ Of course I care about you, you asshole! “
  • “ I love you. “
  • “ I hate you. “
  • “ I don’t know how to feel about you anymore. “
  • “ What the hell are you talking about? “
  • “ You’re a terrible person. I don’t know why I still stick around. “
  • “ I’m sorry for all those things I said about you. They weren’t true. “
  • “ I never meant to hurt your feelings. “
  • “ It’s too late for an apology, asshole. “
  • “ It’s okay. I’d hate me, too. “
  • “ You should leave. “
  • “ Please, stay. “

If he could, he would stare at her all day. He thinks that this—scrunched face, untidy curls, and bitten lips—could not get any better, any more beautiful, but then she turns her head, eyes gleaming and locked with his, and she chuckles at his empty parchment spattered with lazy blotches of forgotten ink, she sighs: “I doubt Snape counts that as an essay,” and he feels himself falling, right before he flies.

For an art trade with talented @littlechmura! Go check out the Dramione piece she did for me and do it now!

  • Lance: *rolls over in bed and nudges keith* hey,,,babe,,you love me right?how much??
  • Keith: *half asleep* what the fuck lance,,,ofc I love you
  • Lance: yh I know but how much?? Like, to the moon? To infinity and beyond? How far does your love for me go exactly?
  • Keith: *rolls over to face Lance* I love you more than everyone,everything and the universe combined.You are the best thing that's ever happened to me.
  • [cue flustered Lance and embarrassed Keith as the reality of what he just said sinks in]

i reached 2k followers yesterday and i honestly have no idea what to say… THANK YOU SO MUCH. i’ve never thought this would happen. i hope you’re enjoying your daily dose of harry on your dash :D

so to say thank you, i’m doing follow forever and i’ve tried to include as many people as possible because i really love all my mutuals

(also idk how to make banners so just have a beautiful face of harry)

firstly, a big shoutout to these amazing people. i love you so much and i’m so happy i’ve had a chance to get to know you and talk with you ❤

@magnuslightswood - where do i even start :D our conversations are like 90% harry thirst and sharing our love for this perfect human being. you are the nicest person i’ve had a chance to meet here and i’m so happy we started talking because of your harry gifset that basically killed me haha and all your gifs kill me because they are amazing and so are you ^_^ love you lots ❤

@thirstyalec - you are absolutely the sweetest and by the sweetest i obviously mean the most thirsty haha i love how we always expose each other because apparently we have a reputation haha i love talking to you and i still have no idea how you put up with me haha i’ve said it many times but i love you a lot ❤

@daemonya - ahhh, you are my biggest motivation to continue writing my fic and i have no idea what i’d do without you. i love our talks about others fics because you always have the best recs. and i love talking about literally anything with you because we can never run out of topics :D bonding over healthy relationships is the best way to become friends ^_^ looove you! ❤

@lightwoodclan - MOTHER! should i be worried that my mother is younger than me? :P our convos are sometimes so wild haha but i love you and i love talking to you ❤ even when you’re trying to pretend that you’re innocent haha we know better lmao

@jacehvrondale - i have this huge urge to just send like 5 million hearts because i love you so much ❤ you’re such a sweet and cute person and i’m just so happy that we’re friends. you’re one of the best people i have ever had a chance to get to know

@mrspotterblack05 - it feels like we’ve been mutuals forever and i just love you a lot? ❤ i love talking to you about sh, freaking about literally anything. when something happens, i always go to you because we can analyse literally everything and anything haha you’re always so nice (or salty when there’s a reason :P). i’m so so happy we’re friends ❤

@magnusandalexander - you enjoy way too much exposing me all the time haha but i love youuuuu ❤ you’re so smart and funny. you’re sweet but also super salty (but it’s always justified :P). i have no idea how you put up with me lmao also, your gifs give me life ngl aaaand writing our smut fest was amazing so we should probably go back to it at some point :P

@malecisright - i love writing with you! i love exchanging those cute (or smutty :P) prompts with you. (not so) casually screaming at each other when magnus or alec did something and we just needed to write a short story because we always need more and more :D you’re one of the best people and i love you ❤

@magnusfray - you’re such a sweet person and i love our conversations ❤ your edits are so cute and i’m always in love with them. i even reblog clace for you because they’re just that good haha

@jacelghtwood - bonding over the magicians even though we’re sh blogs? sure, why not :D i love analysing every episode with you ❤ especially when we both can’t stop talking about how amazing eliot is :P i’m so happy i replied to your post that one time because we started talking because of it and it was definitely one of the best decisions :D

my other lovely mutuals who i love so so much (absolute faves are bolded)

a - b
@acoupleofcows@ahrtsyfray @alecgaywoods@alecismyfuture@aleclightwoodlovesmagnusbane@aleclightwqqd@alecmalec @alecsaldertree @alecsplushpillow@alexanderbaens@alexanderbanes@alexander-l1ghtwood-bane@alexanderswarlock @alishawainnwright@alishawanwright@arosendes@alxanderlightwood @baneftglitter@banelights@banesarcher @baneseelie@bee-fabulous@boyfriendsmalec

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@canislytherinthings@caringmagnus@clarystele@clizzyjimon@daddarioll@daddariyos@deamaia@damnmalec@darling-magnus@dimshums@eternal-malec@evak-malec @february22 @ffsmagnusbane@flammenmeer@flirtymagnus@fraywoodbane @gayizzys@glitternsass@gretelsmaias

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@harry-daddario @harryshumjjr@hufflepufflightwood@hoteldumorts@ifellforfandoms@isaaccock @izzybabewoods@jaceslewis@jezthemadficster @justalexanderlightwood@katisith@kitkatmcnamara@kklainesmalec@laurenkmyers @lesbianmaureen@lightwoody @lookingforalicante@loonydru

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@magicalmagnus@magnass-babe@magnificentbane @magnificentmalec@magnusandraphael@magnusbae-ne@magnusbaneheart@magnus-banes@magnusizzy@magnuslights@magswoods@magunsbane@maiagarroway@mammafairchild@matthewbane @matthewdaddarino@mattlightwood@mcgnus-bane@meliourn@mgnusbaene@morbidwarlock@mrsblackthorne@mundanelion

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@nephilimagnus@nightfallgoddess@omgharryshumjr@patronuass@patronusmagnus@phildrawsfanart@piesdean@prettylightwoodinspires@pure-magnus@sapphiclydia@shadowstele@shinymalec@simonlevvis@softbimagnus@softdaddario@softmagnusbane@softmags @softpinkjace@softsimon @soulisthirsty@spn-all-around@swishyclang

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@takemystrengthtoo@that-bookish-nephilim@thecassinator@thedownworld@the-host-in-the-pit@thelushfiles@the-magnus-effect@transautisticalec@victaj@vvarlockbane @warlocksarcher@whatwouldmagnusdo@whipsandredlips@winteralec

when i first met you i didn’t know how much you’ll mean to me
when i first met you i didn’t know you would do this to me
every night i try to hide my pain with a smile on my face, i gave into your games and in the end it brought tears to my face
i thought you were different
i thought you would care but in reality it was all a mistake
i thought you weren’t like most guys, now i’m here standing all alone.. waiting for your forgiveness, waiting for a hello
when i first met you i didn’t know how much you’ll mean to me
when i first met you i didn’t know you would do this to me
i thought you cared, but i was wrong 
in the end it was all gone 
all the past i wont forget its just another 
lesson i learned to regret
—  @unconditionalloss
Don’t be afraid to love

Anonymous asked:

Can you write an imagine with Theo. (Your Scott’s younger sister) We’re you like him and you know he likes you but he won’t admit it. And one day he gets into a fight and he shows up to your house and you clean his face cause there’s blood and he’s being really distant and mean. And you grab his face asking what wrong. And why he’s being like this and he finally tells you how he feels about you and how he’s scared he might hurt you one day or something like that. Thanks


Pairing: Theo x Reader

Word count: 827


Originally posted by likelylahey

“You shouldn’t spend so much time with him.”

“I’m old enough to make my own choices!” I replied, crossing my arms.

“He’s dangerous… ”

“Scott! I know how to take care of myself. Besides, I never bother you with your girlfriends’ choices! You’ve dated a hunter…”

“Allison was …”

I interrupted him.

“And a thunder kitsune, which, I remind you, went to these desert weird women!”

“The skinwalkers,” my brother corrected me.

“Whatever.”

Scott put his hand through my hair to ruffle them friendly.

“Be careful, little sister.”

“Always,” I said smiling as he left the house for a pack meeting, leaving me alone for the evening. Once I was certain his super powerful werewolf ears were too far away to hear me, I lowered my head murmured for myself:

“Anyway, it’s not like Theo is going to confess his feelings to me tonight.”

Theo Raeken, the boy I felt in love with. Scott had made a whole scene when I had confessed to him that I had deep feelings for the chimera. He had spent hours explaining his past, and why I shouldn’t love him. Everything he said was approved by all the pack members. I already knew all that, but that didn’t matter to me.

And I was very stubborn.

Especially since I knew that my feelings were the same for Theo. It’s obvious when I’m with him. His body is stiffening and he does everything to avoid my sight. But as soon as I have my back turned, I can feel his supernatural pupils burning my neck. I already tried to confront him, but I never managed to get him any real answers.

I was about to get myself comfortable in front of the television, sitting with a bowl full of delicious popcorn when I heard a knock at the door. The sound was strong, pressing, and constant and I thought for a moment that it had to be very important to disturb my peaceful evening like that. I got up abruptly, knocking over my bowl of popcorn and went to open the door.

I didn’t expect to find Theo, face covered in blood and wounds, an inappropriate smile stuck on the face, in front of me.

“Can I come in?”

A sigh escaped my lips as I slowly understood what had happened. He had fought again. I let him in and shut the door behind us before quickly going to get a first aid kit in the bathroom. When I returned, Theo was sitting on the couch and was staring at the floor. I sat beside him and began to clean the dried blood of his wounds which were already healing.

Ah, werewolves power.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?”

I heard him mutter, and when I looked up from the wound I was cleaning on his forehead to cross his gaze, he turned his head away, groaning.

“Theo, look at me,” I said, my hand still in the air waiting to clean the rest of the blood.

“Leave me alone,” he snapped at me. Just a few seconds ago he smiled arrogantly at the entrance of my house, and now he was acting all coldly?

“Theo, what’s your problem?!” I said, raising my voice. I was tired of being ignored.

Still no answer.

I broke for good, dropped the blood-soaked tissue to take his face in my hands to force him to look at me. He didn’t seem to like it, resisted a little, but ended up letting himself be carried away.

“You’re gonna tell me why you’re acting like this? Why are you distant and mean? Why do you spend your time ignoring me?” I exclaimed.

His face seemed to be twisted with a dull pain as he was thinking for an answer. Then, Theo grabbed my hands that were still on his cheeks before looking up at me.

“Because I love you, Y / N! I love you so much, but at the same time I am terrified, horribly terrified of hurting you … you are the last person I want to hurt, and that’s why I decided to repress my feelings. ”

I wanted to facepalm so bad. How could he think that? But the gravity of the situation replaced my thoughts in order.

“Theo …”

His eyes were soaked with water as he closed them again, looking away. I understood his fears, but I didn’t share his opinion. And I showed him by approaching my face and putting my lips against his, surprising him more than I expected. When our mouths parted, I hastened to speak before he could say anything.

“My brother is a werewolf, an alpha, even. One of my friends is a banshee and the other a werecoyote. I think I can deal a chimera,” I said, a smile stretching my lips.

“But I… ”

I put a finger on his lips to silence him.

“Shut up and kiss me, dumbass.”


A/N: Thanks again for requesting me, hope you like it! Requests are still opeeeeeen!

No Fernandes this week, maybe next week too, even the next next week, neither the next next next very next week we could see his face again. So you may have glasses Jellal bless you I pray ~

Received a lot of notifications like/reblog from ppl thank you so much! It seems everyone prefer my illust than the others so hah, wont give any update for JLF’s submition this week ~

Poker Face?

Reggie x Reader 

Warnings: SMUTTY like no joke, if you don’t like sexy time, don’t read!!!

Requested: Can you write a Reggie x reader where they’re dating and they  play strip poker (smut)

A/N: I’ve never played poker before, so I don’t really know how the game works I’ve read about it online to get the jist of it so I’m pretty much just guessing. 

Originally posted by zachdempsey

Friday Nights alone with Reggie Mantle were often the highlights of my week. It was always after the game that he would take me back to my place for a movie night, or something along those lines. My parents work night shifts so they don’t mind Reggie coming over to keep me company. 

Tonight was no different, we were celebrating a big win for the end of season game. I ran onto the pitch along side other students, and into the arms of Reggie. Other players ran past smacking him on the shoulders congratulating him on the game. He picks me up by the waist as I jump towards him and I nuzzle my face into his neck. Still holding his helmet in one hand he tightens his arms around me and lifts me further into the air with excitement. “Congrats,now how do we celebrate?” I enchant towards the caramel skinned boy in front of me. I reach up and place a kiss on his lips softly. I hear the other team mates whistling and cheering some chanting about Reggie being ‘whipped’. I just laugh and pull away. 

“There’s a party at Thorn-Hill tonight, everyone who’s anyone is going to be there, so your presence would be highly appreciated” Cheryl Bombshell added into the mix, turning towards me, giving me that sickly sweet smile of hers. “Actually y/n and I have plans tonight, right?” Reggie says looking towards me with wide eyes. I nod my head towards Cheryl directing my eyeline towards her “Right” and just like that I was whisked away, by the boy still wearing his football uniform. 


We get back to my place, and I realise this was going to be no different from our other Friday nights. “Why didn’t you want to go to the party,Reg?” I ask politely getting my keys out to unlock the door. The streets were dark and silent. It seemed as though the entire town had escaped to Thorn-Hill for the night and we were the only two people left gallivanting the streets. “I had something in my mind that I wanted to try out, and I didn’t think you would wanna play in front of bunch of people at Cheryl Blossom’s Mansion”Reggie replies with a sly grin contouring his face. His fingers fiddle with the end of my shirt as I unlock the door, pushing it open, I turn around to face him with a confused yet amused look on my face. “play?” I mutter and stumble slightly into the doorway of my own home. 

I walk into the living room and Reggie heads towards the bathroom,carrying his bag, presumably to change. He returns a few moments later wearing a pair of sweats, a t-shirt and a baseball cap, holding a deck of cards in his hands. He brings it up and waves it a little a smug smile plastered on his face. I look between him and the cards and tilt my head in confusion. “Strip poker” he states abruptly. I go wide eyed and stand up from my place on the sofa and walk towards him with a sultry  stare. “so this is what you meant  by play?” I ask lightly biting my lip, it didn’t go un-noticed.  

“Okay then” I nod and move the coffee table into the middle of the room, grabbing a couple of cushions for us each to sit on, either side of the table. He throws his jersey at me and I look at him blankly. “Just in-case you need the extra layer” he teases. “and what makes you think I’m gonna be the one needing the extra layer?” I whisper gently in his ear removing my shirt in front of his eyes and replacing it with his football jersey. He takes in a noticeable gulp before sitting down at the table,shuffling the cards. 


Many Items of clothes removed later, I was left in the Jersey and my underwear and Reggie was sat there in his boxers (Oh and his socks, we can’t forget his socks) “Your poker face really is awful Reggie Mantle” I state calling him out only to antagonise him more. To be truthful, Reggie hating losing, and he hating losing to me even more. He knew it would be something I would hold against him for weeks. I look at the cards in my hand and realise my shirt is probably coming next “turn” Reggie mumbles in concentration. He places his cards down to show, three queens and two tens, an otherwise perfect set. I shamefully place down my cards consisting of a jack, ten,four, six, and and an ace, he royally kicked my butt in this round. He looks at me with a smug expression. His tongue sticking out of his mouth. I clap my hands at his deal and stand up ready to take off the jersey but am stopped by a pair of hands reaching for mine.He pulls me round to his side of the table and tugs me down so I’m sitting in his lap. 

“Don’t take the Jersey off just yet, It looks good on you” He whispers brushing the hair out of my face. bringing his lips to meet mine. I lean forwards and instantly tangle my hands into his black hair.Tugging at the roots towards the back of his head. His hot plump lips meshed with mine,in sync moving in and out of rhythm.     

His hands reached down to my legs where he lifted me up and placed me down so I was straddling his waist. His rough calloused fingers ran up my legs and placed themselves on my hips where he held me still. He leaned back so he was leaning against the couch more comfortably and brought his lips back to mine deeply. The kisses were hard and fast and at times sloppy, but that was just the way I liked it. I gasped suddenly as I was picked up,Reggie standing to sit himself down on the couch rather than the floor, bringing me to sit straddling him once more. His lips move to my neck leaving hot open mouthed kisses on the skin. Leaving a trail down where he meets my jawline sucking on the delicate skin, making me gasp for air. 

His hands lift up the Jersey at either side of my hips where he holds the curves and pushes them forwards,encouraging me to rock my hips gently. I do so earning a satisfied groan fall from Reggie’s lips. I place my hands on his naked shoulders and lean in for another kiss, my mouth already thirsty for more attention. As our lips join again, I roll my hips once again a little harder to meet his and continue the action gaining more gasps and breathy reactions from the pair of us. 

The sloppy kisses and building friction between us was more of a celebration than any after party could ever master. Reggie swiftly flipped us so I was laying on my back on the couch, him above me,breathing heavily, a thin layer of sweat had built up from our actions. Not to mention he was already sweaty from the game. 

He raises the shirt up so it’s just above my belly button and kisses his way from under my chest to my pantie line. His eyes look up through his thick dark eyelashes to meet mine as his cold fingers loop themselves into my panties, I nod slowly and he places another kiss on each hip bone before pulling my panties down my legs and onto the floor beside us. He settles in between my legs again and wraps each leg over his shoulder, his strong hands holding onto the tops of my legs. “You okay beautiful?” he asks quietly and i sigh contently nodding my head,he doesn’t even have to do anything and I’m putty in his hands. “So much better than Thorn-Hill” he mutters more to himself as his face disappears in between my legs. 

His tongue swirls over the budding bundle of nerves,and he presses light kisses on it just to be a tease, before taking it in his mouth and sucking on it, I let out a gasp and my hands go straight for his hair, his locks damp from the sweat raised from both the game and our activities. One of his hands moves itself from its place on my hip and and follows his mouth down to where I needed him the most right now, His finger lightly teased my entrance before sliding all the way in and stilling. I let out a short gasp of his name when he began sliding his middle finger in and out, occasionally swirling it around. His mouth still proceeded too press kisses to my clit, adding to the knot tightening in my stomach. My grip in his hair becoming tighter as he moves his hand faster. 

“Reggie” I gasp getting his attention, his face comes up and I gesture for him to bring his face up to meet mine. His fingers still working inside of me, Reggie comes closer to me, pressing his lips hard against mine, I wrap my arms around the back of his shoulders holding him in hug. My back arches and I moan the knot tightening to the point of release. I pull his arm away from me and he looks at me with both confusion and concern. Only to be replaced by a smirk  when my dainty fingers reached for his boxers. I pulled them down as far I could get them being underneath him. His shaft hit his stomach, I took it in my hands gently and slid my hands down it a couple of times before directing towards my entrance. 

He took matters into his own hands, pulling my legs towards himself, I let out a shriek of excitement, he leaned down and kissed me softly, I felt him sliding in, stretching myself out I gasped for air once he had fully pushed all the way in. Many of the boys always made jokes about mine and Reggie’s sex life, saying things like how ‘he’s an animal’ and ‘he must tear you apart in the bedroom’ and when occasionally that can be true, for the most part. Reggie preferred  to make love, he liked taking it slow making it raw and passionate, that was just one of the things I loved about him. 

One of my hands wrapped around his bicep while the other went straight for his hair. Reggie placed both hands on my hips and gently rocked his hips back and forth setting a rhythm that was pleasing for the both of us. He groans out my name into the crook of my neck and scatters a few kisses in the area. I feel the knot tightening again and becoming loose as my release is coming on. I can tell Reggie is getting close due to the breathy-ness and his tired limbs. with a few more hard fast thrusts Reggie moans into my ear, his movements becoming slopping, my stomach tightens and I feel the knot untie a sense of relief washes over my body. 

Reggie collapses on top of me, pushing my fowards so he can slide in lay behind me on the couch. He presses a kiss under my ear and pulls the jersey down so its covering me up. 

“Well that’s one way to celebrate a football” Reggie smiles and I shake my head laughing and lean up to kiss him  again. 


I’M GOING TO HELL.  

i. i dream about you in terms of colors—in the blush-pink of your lips, cream-coffee collarbones, yellow roses. in blue veins, faint purple bruises under your night sky eyes. you are my favorite kaleidoscope.

ii. i’m not sure there’s anything more enticing than the look of my lipstick smudged on your mouth.

iii. i think of us like magnets, pulled together again and again. i can’t look away from you, sometimes. almost like it hurts to. i’m drawn to you every time we’re in the same room, can’t drag my gaze away from you, lines of polarization from my eyes to yours, every nerve of me screaming for me to touch you. i can feel the look on my face. i know you see it. 

iv. quelquefois je pense que je vois le soleil dans vos yeuxs. le soleil, la lune et tout les etoiles.

v. it scares me, sometimes, how much i feel for you. i can feel it all welling up inside me like an overflowing sink, threatening to spill off the tip of tongue. i still can’t believe you’re mine to hold, that i can be held in return. i’m not sure i’ll ever believe it.

—  “you wear my jacket better than me”, gbp
Attention - Leto!Joker x Reader

Look at me! Spoiling all of you like this! I know I haven’t written much Leto!Joker recently so this is my peace offering to all of you. I’m so sorry this is so short. Enjoy kiddos! - J.xx


“Hey.”

Curled up in a sea of blankets, my gaze flicked to the form sitting beside me, a displeased expression on my face. He, of all people, should know how much I hate being interrupted while I was reading, especially a good book too. But there he was, my green haired crime lord, pouting at me.

Sighing loudly, I went back to reading my book, knowing exactly what he wanted. He wanted attention, but I was busy. He’d just have to wait until I was finished. A low growl came from his direction once he realized I wasn’t going to put my book down.

“I said, hey,” he said, pouting even more and scooting closer to me.

“And I ignored you because I’m reading,” I retorted, sliding further into my cocoon of blankets.

“Well then stop,” he replied matter-of-factly, moving closer again.

“No.”

Growling again, his pout turned into a scowl. Lifting a hand, he proceeded to poke a finger into my cheek. Hiding even more into the blankets, he just continued to poke my cheek, unrelenting. I growl myself, but then only ends up making him giggle.

“You’re cute when you growl at me, Y/N.”

“Stop it.”

Ignoring me, he kept stabbing his finger into my cheek. Getting more and more irritated with every poke, the next time he went to touch my face, I turned my head and bit the tip of his finger.

“Ow!”

“I told you to stop.”

“I didn’t think you’d bite me!” he pouted again.

Shrugging, I turned back to my book, hoping he finally got the message. But not less than a minute later, he was back at it again. This time I tried batting his hand away with my own, but then only resulted in his grabbing it and trying to hold it.

“I’ll bite you again!”

“Pay attention to me!” he whined.

“Are you blind? I’m reading!” I said, waving my book at him.

“I told you to stop!”

“And I said no, J!”

Pouting, he let go of my hand and went back to poking me, now harder than before. Shaking my head and grumbling, I shoved my bookmark back into place and lunged at him, tackling him to his side of the bed.

Starting to poke him all over the place, I shouted, “How do you like it!”

“At least my plan worked!” he giggled, “You’re paying attention to me!”

“You’re such a little shit, J.”