i know this was made before but look at him

Borderline Make Outs

MariChat May 28th: Kiss it better

(ao3)

Summary: Chat provokes Marinette.

Warning: T-rated Sin ahead.


“What do you mean ‘kiss it better’?!” Marinette puffed her cheeks out in anger. “My kisses are plenty good enough you, you no good cat!”

Chat nonchalantly leaned against the rails on her balcony. “I don’t know, you seem like the type to be inexperienced.” He said with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Marinette glared at him. “My kisses are great!”

He smirked. “Prove it.”

Answering his challenge, Marinette grabbed onto his bell and tugged him down to her lips.

The feeling of her lips on his made Chat’s smirk fall of his face. They were soft and pliant and so Marinette that he couldn’t help but gently pull her closer. The tiny mewl she let out as he pulled her in made his head go a little fuzzy.

The girl’s eyes glazed over as she desperately pulled him in closer by tugging on his bell. The want for him in those eyes lit a fire in Chat that could only be cooled by more of her.

He was granted more when she pushed her soft tongue into his mouth. He couldn’t help but purr at the feeling of her exploring his mouth and fighting his tongue.

Without breaking from their kiss Chat slid his clawed hands up to cup her face and gently rub small patterns into her cheeks. She responded by entangling her small soft hands in his fluffy hair.

He couldn’t help the moan of approval when her hand accidently scratched behind his ear. Marinette’s eye’s widened a fraction and then her nails were gently scraping his scalp, paying special attention to that pleasurable spot she had found behind his ears.

In response he fought her tongue back into her mouth. The feeling of her mouth was far more than Chat was able to deal with at the moment. His tongue started exploring every inch of her hot mouth while her own more agile tongue continued to run along his.

He let out an embarrassing mewl when she pulled back to gently suck on his tongue. He felt her smirk against his mouth. He slid his hands from where they were cupping her cheeks back down to her sides where he then dug his claws into her. She let out a small keening moan in response that blew away whatever was left of Chat’s mind.

They only broke apart for a breath before Chat brought up a hand to tilt her head to the side. He pressed his lips against hers once again. He couldn’t help purring at the feel of her soft lips on his and her hands still sliding through his blonde hair, sharp nails scratching an itch he didn’t know he had.

The feeling of her soft body against his, this close, was intoxicating. Her moans even more intoxicating. The noises his cute classmate were making only fueled that new obsession. In an attempt to drag more of those wonderful sounds out of her he nibbled at her lip and smiled when he got a soft squeak out of her. He dragged his claws gently down her back and was rewarded with her parting their mouths so she could let out a low moan.

His eyes drifted to her neck and wondered what noises he could pull out of her by switching his attention to it.

He frowned when he realized he couldn’t easily reach her neck from where he leaned back on the balcony rails. Quickly pulling farther away from her, which earned a soft whimper and a plea to continue, he lifted her up by her thighs and placed her on the railing.

Her new position allowed him to drive his face into her neck. She once again buried her hands in his hair (he was starting to think she really liked it) as he gently trailed his tongue across her neck. Her low moan turning into a small yelp as he nibbled and bit at her skin. She whimpered when he pulled back to admire the small bruise he had left on her.

When he didn’t immediately continue Marinette dragged him up to her lips and pushed her tongue into his mouth. This time his cute friend dominated the kiss completely. Using his hair she shifted his head to get a better angle to deepen the kiss. She wrestled his tongue until all he could do was accept hers exploring his mouth.

At the same time she was once again scratching behind his ears which drew out a deep purr from deep within him. She hummed happily into his mouth before gently rubbing her hand up and down his cat ears. The feeling of her soft hands on his ears made him crave her even more.

They finally broke apart and Marinette let her arms slide to rest on his shoulders with a smirk, his hands still rested on her hips from when he had sat her on the rails. She was the first to speak.

“How’s that for inexperienced?” She asked breathlessly her cheeks flushed handsomely.

Flushing himself Chat chuckled, pulled her closer, and hummed in consideration. “I don’t know.” At her offended look he placed a gentle kiss on the side of her mouth. “I might need some more demonstrations.” He winked.

Marinette wasted no time and soon enough he was once again drowning in her.

The perfect 10

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

Originally posted by perfect10source

Tye Dillinger x Reader for @megaperfect10

Request: The readers brother is Kevin Owens and when Kevin sees Tye walk through the door at a get together with their family things get heated cause of the past of the both of them. Maybe some swearing if you allow that. Thanks if you can.

Note: I guess I had another request besides Matt and Alex. Either way I hope you like it!

December 11, 2014 was the exact date I met the love of my life. It wasn’t a romantic story like me crashing into him by accident. Nor was it a love hate relationship between us. It was always love…pure innocent love. Out of all the great romantic love stories out there, ours simply started by a conversation dealing with food. It wasn’t romantic but it was something I cherished greatly.

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Got7's Reaction (AU) To Them Seeing You at BamBam's new Restaurant With Your Friends

Requested by: Our favourite adorable anon

A/N: At first I was a little confused on how to write the reaction but I asked Kenna and she had this really cute idea so I altered your request a bit! I still hope you like it though (if not let me know and i’ll rewrite it!) and big thanks to Admin Peachjin for helping me out! -Admin Vanillakookie🍪


Summary: Your friend motioned at the waiter to come and take your order, as you looked at the cataloge. The boy made his way to your table and you lowered the cataloge, only to find him staring at you speechless.

Mark: 

Originally posted by markjin

He’d look at you,smiling shyly and would need a couple of seconds to gather the courage to take your order “What can i get you?” He would ask his voice quiet and would write down what you wanted and leave, but not before turning to look at you one more time, hoping to see you again.



Jaebum:

Originally posted by defsouljb

Within seeing you he’d get so shy and quiet, which was so not him. He’d cough getting himself together and ask each one of you, what you wanted, writinng down the order. “You should come here more ofter” He said smirking at you, as he winked and walked off.


Jackson:

Originally posted by jack777

Jackson, unlike the the other two wouldn’t be able to hide how stunned he was. He’d be super chatty with you, quickly asking what your friends wanted and then focusing on you only. “And what can i get for…” He’d ask waiting for you to tell him your name. “Such a beautiful name, for a beautiful lady..I’m Jackson!” I can totally see him going as far as asking for your number


Jinyoung:

Originally posted by pepi-junior

Despite being amazed, he wouldn’t show it. “What can i get you?” He’d ask casually, smiling at you politely and after taking your order would leave. For the rest of the day though, he couldn’t stop thinking about you and would hope you came to the restaurant again, next time alone, so he’d try to make a move.

Youngjae:

Originally posted by mjbm

Such a shy and bubbly sunshine. He’d smile at you kindy and ask what you wanted. When you smiled back at him,he’d blush slightly and throw in a little compliment “Wow..You have such a beautiful smile!” before leaving. He’d think about you for the rest of the day and that would probably cause him to smile at random occasions.

Bambam:

Originally posted by jypnior

So cocky. When he saw you, he knew he had to have you, at all costs. When taking your friends orders he’d look at you and smirk or wink at you. Before leaving he’d throw in some little comments like “You know..I own this place and since you are some beautiful, this one is on me” He’d wink at you one last time before walking off,leaving you amazed.

Yugyeom:

Originally posted by chattyang

Seeing how beautiful you were, would make him so shy and awkward, to the point were he’d find it hard to speak “wh-what can I get you?” He’d say and mentally facepalm himself for suttering. He’d take your order and leave as quickly as possible replaying the event over and over in his head,wishing he had acted differently and for the rest of the day he’d wish he’d be able to see you again.

anonymous asked:

JonxSansa in Bedroom Hymns, pretty please! You talked about abt them doing An*l before,so can we go there please? Lol Or any position that you like!

@thefairfleming and I have long threatened this as an installment of Bedroom Hymns, so now is as good a time as any! Thank you, nonny, for providing the impetus lol. Warning for, you know, anal sex.

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It’s certainly the farthest they’ve traveled afield, so to speak. The things they’ve done before have been mostly creative variations on things they already do, but this… Well, this is much more creative.

They’d been looking at the book together this time, paging through the illustrations with alternating shock, amusement, and giddy arousal, Jon blushing more often than not. Nothing made him blusher brighter or longer than the page Sansa had often lingered on with more curiosity than actual interest, a picture in lurid color of a man buggering a woman as she balanced on all fours with her mouth open in a silent howl that seemed as likely to be one of pain as of pleasure to Sansa.

“Gods,” he’d muttered, attempting to turn the page as if to protect her from seeing it. As if she hadn’t poured over every page before on her own. It was his very missishness that made her turn back to the page, feeling an uncharacteristic urge to tease him.

“Jon, please, you were in the Night’s Watch. Do you truly expect me to believe you’re too delicate for such things? Perhaps you even kept warm on the long cold nights in such a way yourself, who is to say!”

He’d been aghast, appalled, amused despite himself. Even intrigued, perhaps, the way she was, in a way she hadn’t been before when she was only looking at a picture. As a picture, it aroused little interest. But with Jon…

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You know one thing I’m doing differently that has helped make this breakup so much easier than my past breakups?

Blocking my ex on everything so I can never see his name and be tempted to look at what he’s posting. Also going 100% no contact, period.

Idk why I always did that before. I mean I do know… I was hoping to see him post something about hurting or feeling like they made a mistake for leaving me or something… But that literally never happens. You’ll always see the worst shit possible lol which is that THEY LEGIT DO NOT CARE and you think about it for the rest of forever and hurt so much harder and longer…

You think hitting them up semi-regularly on some friendly ship will make them wanna stay in your life or that it will remind them why they fell in love with you and that they’ll wanna get back together. You might even think having them as a friend is better than nothing.

Dont… Its literally torture and they’re probably only responding because they dont wanna hurt your feelings more. Just leave them alone. Erase all physical memory of them from your life. At least remove it from your line of vision lol. You’re just prolonging the hurt by not doing so.

paintedrocket  asked:

You know what's hilarious? I actually had an aquamarine gemsona before aqua was announced in the show, and I worked my butt off creating a backstory for him, designing him, exploring how he would fit into gem society... Only for canon aquamarine to be this stubby little creature.

aquamarine is such a pretty shade of blue, im so sad that she just looks like lapis (who doesnt even….look like a lapis but hey)

my only gemsonas that have been made canon are opal and bismuth and tbh……………both the canon ones are great so im lucky in that i havent been personally insulted like that yet

even though theyve both been thrown on the bus

Aisles  [M]

Aisle One

Summary: Jungkook was your best friend. You held onto his secrets. And he knew all of yours. Except for one. One that would change your friendship forever. You were in love with him.

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: bestfriend!au, college!au, angst, smut

Word Count: 7,458

Originally posted by sugutie

Aisle One Aisle Two

“What toothpaste brand do you like?” you asked as you walked down the aisle. You were  too busy staring at the different brands of toothpaste in your hands to notice the person you were talking to wasn’t Hoseok.

“I like the one in your left hand” a strange voice responded.


Your head snapped up to look at the owner of the voice that didn’t belong Hoseok. As you took in his frame, he was definitely the complete opposite of the person you had mistaken him for.The boy in front of you was tall, muscular. His messy dark hair hidden beneath a beanie. He smiled at you and for a second you forgot how words worked, incapable of processing anything else that he was saying.


“I’m sorry, I thought you were my roommate” you nervously spat out as soon as you regained the ability to speak.


He laughed as the two of you stood awkwardly across from each other, “Don’t worry about it”


“Marco!” you heard Hoseok’s voice ring out through the otherwise quiet pharmacy.


“Polo” you responded as your cheeks flushed a million different shades of red as the boy’s face lit up even more. But you couldn’t get the nerve to look at him, avoiding eye contact by returning one of the tubes of toothpaste back onto the shelf you had taken it from. The sound of your rescue, Hoseok’s footsteps, got louder and louder as they filled the growing awkward silence between the two of you.


“Y/N, where have you been? I thought you got swallowed by a toothpaste monster or something” Hoseok teased as he walked up to the two of you.

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i need this okay

Ace Belle.

Look, Ace Belle is not just into the whole…. sex thing, okay? Just no.  She wants to read her books, to travel the world and maybe, just maybe, she can find someone who’s going to understand, that she’s not broken or unnatural, that she can love

(But sometimes, in those dim hours before dawn breaks, Belle gives in to the fear that she is broken, that she can read about romance and kisses and love and desire and smile but not want it for herself and that she’s unnatural and sick for not wanting these things, these silly sweet things that most girls her age have dreamed of, that lead to marriage and the wedding bed.)

And the main problem with Gaston is that he doesn’t get this - because he’s the one convinced that he can fix her - that she’s just frigid or repressed and that if she just puts the books away, the right man (read: Gaston) can “awaken her passions.”

And Belle knows this is bullshit. So she makes it a point to run far, far away from Gaston whenever he comes skulking around and that her skin crawls when he tries to touch her and that the thought of being his “little wife” makes her physically ill. 

So eventually Belle meets the Beast - in pretty much the same way we’re familiar with - and the Beast knows he’s on a timetable, that he’s got to find true love and break the spell and all that jazz. 

Except he becomes friends with Belle first.  And they end up sharing interests and stories and jokes and snark and laughter and finally, finally, Belle trusts him enough with her secret, the one where she thinks she’s different

(broken)

and that she can love with all her heart but there’s something different

(unnatural)

in her love and they have told her that her kind of love isn’t true at all, that it’s not any kind of love, period. 

And the Beast is enraged.  Not at Belle - but at everyone who’s ever made her feel this way, that her friendship was not enough, that her heart is not enough, that somehow this bright, beautiful, kind girl - who’d become his first friend in all these lonely years and whose made him realize that his enchanted servants were also his truest friends, not just frightened, paid lackeys - that they made Belle believe she was broken.

“You are not broken,” The Beast tells her.  “You are Belle and I love you just as you are.”

The Beast knows he has laid his heart before her and he’s terrified and defiant all at the same time but it’s his own truth, curse or no curse. 

Belle’s smile is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.  And she tells him that she loves him too, just as he is. 

The curse breaks and the Beast is a Prince again and she looks at him in wonder and reaches out to touch his face, to look into his eyes.  Belle knows her Beast because his eyes have never changed. 

When he kisses her, he asks her first and hesitantly, she nods and that first kiss is sweet for both of them but she is pale and she trembles and he reminds her, “Did I not tell you? You are not broken. You are Belle and I love you just as you are.”

And Belle knows her Beast, her Prince, will never ask for more than she can give, will never demand her body in his bed or believe that he could somehow “awaken” her supposed “desires.”

That kind of understanding and respect is the truest sort of love.  

They make this - I love you just as you are - part of their wedding vows.

And they carry on as they have always done, because they both love their books and their stories and the two of them wander the world together hand in hand and they love each other, earnest and true and happily ever after.

Concept:

Adrien Agreste is desperate. He’s tried asking Nino, but his friend sort of tripped his way into his relationship with Alya by mistake, and he’s not too proud to admit it. Plagg is no help. He’s asked Natalie, only to get a blank look. Plagg is NO help. Adrien’s even asked Gorilla. The man stared at him through the rearview mirror for a full minute before he burst out laughing and didn’t stop even after he dropped Adrien off at school. It was hard not to pout all day.

So now, Adrien is doing what he should have done in the first place - it’s SO obvious, after all. I mean, obviously HE’D be an expert.

‘Come in.’

Adrien walks into his father’s study with shoulders pushed back in his dad’s preferred posture.

‘What did you need?’ his father asked without looking up from his designs, seven different sketched clothes articles being shuffled around to create various combinations.

‘Yeah,’ Adrien said, trying to channel as much of Chat Noir as he could, ‘so dad, you and mum, huh?’

Gabriel’s hand paused delicately where it was poised over a pair of tan women’s trousers.

'I mean, you two…. Got together and everything, you know?’

Adrien watched in fascination as his father’s eyebrows rose very slowly. He wasn’t sure if it was a good sign so he went on.

'And mum was pretty. I mean, REAL pretty. Well of course she was pretty she was a model. But she was. Nice, I mean. And you TALKED to her. And it WORKED. Of course it worked, she married you and you had ME.’

Gabriel Agreste looked like he was almost afraid to talk, but he put the sketches down, steepled his fingers and finally looked up at his son.

'What are you asking exactly, Adrien? I thought Natalie had adequately covered the topic of human sexual reproduction even before you joined College?’

'Not that, dad!’ Adrien replied, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation. 'I know all about that. Natalie tested me and everything and I got top marks. I’m asking about all the rest! That’s more important!’

Gabriel Agreste’s eyebrows joined his hairline. He managed to look vaguely nauseous, which was the face he made when he was in any way flustered or uncomfortable.

'All… The rest.’

'Yes!’ Adrien replied, the word exploding out of him when he couldn’t contain it anymore. A river of more words followed it once it had split the dam. 'The flowers and the complements, and the manners and kissing her hand, and being a gentleman! All of that! But I’ve tried it all and it hasn’t worked, so I MUST be doing something wrong! But you landed MUM, so you must have done something really right, so please dad, please teach me?’

Gabriel Agreste may as well be speechless for the first time in his life. He managed, 'What?’

'How to ask out a pretty girl!’ Adrien said in moan. 'The right way! So she says yes!’

Gabriel took off his spectacles to give himself time to think, polishing them off a silk hanky he always carried in his pocket, to give himself time to think. He didn’t think he’d be thinking about this already. But that was the problem with thinking. Once he put them back on, he’d formulated a reasonable response.

'I would like to know who the young lady in question is, before we go any further.’

Adrien’s brain went into panic mode. Darn, darn darn darn, he hadn’t thought of this! What was he going to say? He couldn’t say Ladybug obviously, his dad would never buy it. Quick, think of girls he knew! Girls he knew, girls he knew- ah! Girls from his class! Let’s see; Chloe- ah ah, hard nope, no way. Alya- nope, no way again, bro code. Mylene, yeah, super taken. Alix….. Just no. Darn it all, all he could think of were black hair and blue eyes and - hang on!

'Marinette Dupain-Cheng,’ Adrien squeaked. He hoped his cheeks feeling hot meant he would convince his father. Gabriel stared at him for a moment before he buzzed Natalie from the intercom on his desk.

'Natalie, send me the file of Dupain-Cheng Marinette from the College research folder.’

'Yes sir,’ Natalie chirped back. A few moments of heavy sweating later - for Adrien - his father’s phone pinged, and Gabriel picked it up, thumbing through whatever Natalie had sent. One eyebrow rose higher than the other in the expression his father often made when he was pleasantly surprised. Somehow, Adrien was irrationally pleased his father approved of Marinette, even though he realised he was now totally screwed.

'Designed an album for Jagged Stone,’ his father said, sounding reluctantly impressed. 'You will invite her to dinner next week.’

Gabriel put his phone down, seemingly done with the decision. Adrien tried desperately one more time.

'But, the advice!’

Gabriel looked him straight in the eyes.

'What I’m about to tell you does not leave this room,’ he said solemnly.

'Yes father!’ Adrien replied eagerly.

'The secret,’ Gabriel went on solemnly, 'is puns.’

'I knew it!’ Adrien hissed under his breath.

'Ah, but not just any puns,’ Gabriel admonished. 'That is why you have been unsuccessful. You need to find her interests, formulate humourous sentence arrangements. Drop them with the correct TIMING. Timing is crucial, especially in one particular way.’

Adrien fairly vibrated in his seat as he leaned forward, waiting for his dad to finally tell him the secret.

'You must take her hand, gently. Look her in the eyes, and tell her, without fanfare, how you feel about her. And how that makes you feel: in that order, son. Then, and only then, must you drop a very smart pun, about something she loves, and beg her to consider giving you a chance. Then walk away, let her think about it, and maybe drop another pun on your way out. Make her laugh, so that when she remembers you, she will smile. She’ll call you back within the week.’

Gabriel was smiling for the first time in a whole year, that Adrien remembered. He looked misty eyed and far away before he snapped out of it.

'Natalie,’ he said into the buzzer again, 'contact mlle Dupain-Cheng, invite her to dinner Friday week.’

'Yes sir. I will inform cook and the household.’

'Good.’ Gabriel looked at his son with a determined look on his face. 'I will allow you to see how it is done during this first dinner. I will then expect you to try and learn, with practice, during following invitations. Do not let me down.’

'No sir!’ Adrien replied excitedly. He raced to his room, almost bouncing giddily with joy at how helpful his dad had been. Real advice! With practice!

Then he froze when he realised he was going to be practicing on his sweet, shy classmate, who was likely going to get the entirely wrong idea, and who he had absolutely not the courage to come clean with; not on this.

'Darn’, he hissed into his room. Plagg ignored him and continued to eat his cheese noisily.

Things Happen

Summary: You wake up next to a man you don’t know, in a place you have never been in, not remembering what has happened the night before. What ensues after is hard to believe.

Word Count: 2,256

Warnings: Mentions of drinking and vomit.

A/N: Thank you to @whothehellisbella for her help, you are amazing, Bella! <3 I hope you all enjoy this one :D 

Originally posted by bucky-papichulo


The buzzing in your head was constant and obnoxious. You knew you had been stupid enough last night to drink yourself to stupor. Groaning, you reached for your pillow and instead your fingers threaded through long hair. Some part of you knew that you shouldn’t, but you still gripped tightly and pulled.

A loud yelp pierced through the air before a masculine voice began to curse. There was a sharp sting to the back of your hand and you hissed, pulling it back and cradling it to your chest.

Your eyes fluttering opened, you gave it a few seconds to fully focus on the person before you and you realized that you did not know him.

“Who are you?” you blurted out.

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Ball Chain & Satin

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: “Can you write a one shot where Bucky and Reader are getting married, but Bucky is scared. Angst or fluff, it’s up to you. Thanks!” Requested by Anonymous.

Word Count:1,391

Warnings: Language (probably)

A/N: I’m working on my requests, yay me! Oh boii, the fluff is strong :) Hope you’ll like it!

Originally posted by heartsandwheels

You were in front of the mirror, admiring your sleeveless satin wedding gown when someone knocked on the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me.”

Grabbing a fistful of satin, you gathered up the skirt of your gown and moved closer to the door. You pressed your ear against the wood and heard him shuffling around on the other side of the door.

“Buck, what are you doing here? We’re not supposed to see each other before the ceremony.”

“I wanted to see you.”

“You’ll see me in an hour. Now, hush!”

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His || Jungkook || 0.18

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Teaser | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5 | 0.6 | 0.7 | 0.8 | 0.9 | 0.10 | 0.11 | 0.12 | 0.13| 0.14 | 0.15 | 0.16 | 0.17 | 0.18

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two rotten apples [m] | pt. 2

credit: x.

❛❛we’re next-door neighbors and have hated each other since middle school but now we’re going to the same university how can we avoid the other person like the plague so there isn’t a crime scene— what do you mean you promised my mom you would keep an eye on me???? you fucking planned this❜❜ AU

COUNT → 17.686

GENRE → smut | eventual angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | spanking mention | mild cum play | explicit language | male and female masturbation | penetration | erotica mention | public sex | restraints | dry humping | graphic dirty talk 

LINKS → 1 | 2 | COMING SOON


The second the timer on the drying machine went off to alert you of your shirt finally being dry enough to wear, the band from its neckline snapped against your shoulders when you slipped it back on. You pulled some of the cotton material to your nose, trying to see if it still even faintly smelled like beer.

Unlike your underwear which just smelled like cum and farts.

The farts courtesy of Jungkook. Well, you didn’t know if he actually farted, but he just naturally smelled like that to you—like old beans and moldy cheese.

You’d spent the past two hours in the laundry room in nothing but a bra and your loose-fitted skirt. It still hadn’t hit you yet—at least not entirely—that you had let your next-door neighbor spank and bone the living shit out of you. That was something you were going to put on your list of stupid-things-you’ve-done-but-did-anyway-for-some-reason. Maybe his mother could relate after giving birth to him. You were pretty sure she found him just as annoying as you.

But then everyone else thought rainbows shined out of his ass.

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trc minor characters challenge: a minor character [the Gray Man]

“Does it bother you that he’s made you this way? You know that’s why you can do this, don’t you?”

Any part of the Gray Man that had been bothered by this had died a long time before, burned with matches and gashed with scissors and picked at with straight pins, and when he looked at her, he didn’t disguise that deadness in him.

dare :: zach dempsey

word count: 1635

warnings: lil bit of bryce the predator but mostly fluff and :)

a/n: this is my first time writing an imagine for Zach / 13 reasons why so !!!! I love ross butler !!!!!!!!!!!


“Y/N, come and join us!” You glanced over your shoulder, spotting the gang crowed into a circle in the sitting room but more specifically, you spotted Bryce who was waving you over.

You rolled your eyes, smiling slightly as you told Clay you’d be back after a round of whatever they were playing. He nodded, turning to Hannah to continue their conversation and you left to join the rest of your friends.

You ignored Bryce who was insisting you sit beside him but you had very little trust in that boy, so instead you sat in the empty space beside Zach.

But Bryce was a persistent little guy, unused to the dismissal of his efforts from a girl and so he shooed the guy on your other side and seated himself next to you.

You rolled your eyes, relaxing your head back against the sofa to which Zach released a bout of laughter. You smiled, resting your head against Zach’s shoulder as you watched your friends decide on a game.

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Too Much

MASTERLIST

Requested: no A/N: I’m in Norway so this is a planned post. p>

Word count: 2,239

My back was resting against the soft, white pillow. I pulled the covers higher, covering my entire body. I felt cold, but it had nothing to do with the temperature in the bedroom, it was all about the enormous fight Shawn and I had earlier. Fighting with him always made me feel so cold, so tired and completely drained from any sort of energy. I was reading a book or at least trying to, but I hardly managed to read a single page.

Honestly, I just needed something to distract me from the fact that Shawn had left the apartment in anger and I hadn’t heard from him since.

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anonymous asked:

if your still doing requests, could you do a fic where Jughead is a serpent and goes to Southside high and Betty is head cheerleader at riverdale and is dating Chuck? thanks and I love your writing!

Jughead held the rag to his nose, cursing under his breath as his friends all tended to their injuries. They had been jumped, absolutely wrecked by some Riverdale goonies in Blue and Yellow Letterman Jackets. Jughead recognized them instantly when they ran onto the Southside Basketball courts, Chuck Clayton leading the way as he and his idiotic, brain dead jock teammates face off against The younger generation of he Southside Serpents, a notorious gang in the darker parts of Riverdale.

Neither side had won the fight, both groups of boys going home with some serious injuries, however they had stolen his Leather Jacket and he was fairly pissed about that.

“I’ll kill them” a burly boy named Dean stated, spitting tobacco on the ground as he cracked his knuckles, nursing a seriously bruised cheek.

“We have to retaliate, maybe hit up that Diner they’re always going too.“A dirty teenager shouted from the back.

Beside him his closest friend and fellow Serpent ,Keith, rolled his eyes, elbowing Jughead with an exasperated shrug.

Jughead shook his head, wincing as he removed the rag

“We’ll get them back, but for now…we make them wait.. they’ll be waiting for us. Make them shake a bit” he said simply, as the other boys nodded in agreement. The Serpents always listened to Jughead, he was the voice of reason
And with his father being the gang leader he had somewhat of a pull.

There was a soft knock on the door, all of the boys went quiet as it slowly opened, revealing the one thing no one was expecting.

In walked an incredibly beautiful, blonde teenaged girl, her long hair pulled tightly in a ponytail and her shiny green eyes looking nervously around the bar, she had on a floral blue skirt and a clean white sweater, considering the fact that it was definitely over eighty degrees the choice of top confused Jughead, she stepped forward a nervous smile gracing her perfect heart shaped lips. She had a familiar leather jacket clenched in her hands and she seemed taken aback by everyone staring at her

“Umm hello. I’m so sorry to interrupt but I have something to return.”

Even her voice was soft like cotton. She held out the leather jacket to the group

“I found this in my boyfriends car, I know it doesn’t belong to him so I thought I would bring it back on my own.” She looked around, waiting for someone to claim it, her fingers twitching.

Snapping out of his daze Jughead walked towards the gorgeous blonde.

“That’s mine, your boyfriends an asshole” he said simply, standing before her and gently taking the jacket, his eyes fluttering closed for a second as he inhaled the fresh vanilla and peach that wafted off of her.

“You have no idea” she smiled sadly, something in her eyes made Jughead want to reach for her, grab her and wrap her up. “I’m so sorry about this, he just.. he gets that way sometimes, Chuck should never have taken your things and he definitely should never have attacked you all.” She looked around, her sad green eyes growing more desperate by the second, he wanted to make her feel better, something he wasn’t used to feeling. Jughead jones didn’t care about anyone but himself and his gang.

“It’s not your fault he’s a dick” he said monotone .

He saw a glint of something in her eyes as she giggled and he felt a tiny bit of pride for being the one to put it there. She coughed a bit and nearly every Serpent ran towards her, shoving beers in her face.

“Oh!” She exclaimed, smiling at the gesture
“That’s very sweet, but I’m okay.” She coughed again and this time Keith pushed his beer a bit too fast, spilling most of it on her sleeves, Jughead shoved his friend away from the blonde and then rest of the Serpents shouted at him, smacking him upside the head

“That’s okay!” She laughed, an honest to god happy laugh “it’s just some beer” she rolled up her sleeves to her elbows and Jughead had to bite back the hiss at what he saw. Her arms were covered in purple and blue bruises, fingerprint shaped marks littered her wrists and by the collective growl he knew the other boys had seen it too. He was going to kill Chuck Clayton.

The Serpents didn’t make the best decisions but one thing they didn’t tolerate was abuse to any woman, especially this gorgeous angel.

Her eyes went wide and she began pulling her sleeves down
“Well, once again I want to apologize for my classmates behavior. I’d like to say it won’t happen again, but when you make Chuck Clayton mad.. well there’s really nothing you can do.” She shrugged helplessly as she headed towards the door, waving slightly to the people she passed.

When she was almost at the door Jughead looked up to see each and every Serpent looking at him with threatening eyes.

“Go after her you dumbass” dean whispered loudly.

Rolling his eyes Jughead headed for the door just in time to catch her before she stepped into her black minivan.

“Hey!” He called, causing her to spin around.

“Is everything okay?” She asked, concerned.

“Everything’s fine, you just didn’t tell me your name.” He smirked, pulling his leather jacket on and sticking a cigarette into his mouth.

Betty stared at him, that same glint he had seen a few moments ago back in her eyes. She plucked the cigarette from his mouth, popping it into her pocket and beaming

“My names Betty Cooper, I’ll see you around…?” she trailed off, waiting for him to fill in the blank.

“Jughead. Jughead Jones” he answered, still in awe of the angel in front of him.

“Okay. I’ll see you around… Jughead Jones.” With that, she got in her car and drove towards her personal hell. Riverdale, the town with pep.

Meanwhile Jughead was staring at her retreating car, his face stuck in a stupid grin.

Keith and Dean came up behind him, calling for the other Serpents.

“So.. what’s her name?” Dean asked as the low mumble of the Serpents came from behind him.

“It’s Betty.. Betty Cooper. Maybe you were right, maybe we should pay the diner a friendly visit sooner than I thought.” He said, his eyes hardening at the thought of Betty’s “boyfriend”

You want a war Chuck Clayton? You got one. And this time?

He was gonna save fair Juliet.

BTS Reaction | Walking in on you naked.

Anonymous said:Can I have a reaction where Bts are your best friends and walk in on you/ see you naked and they hint about taken things further? I love your blog by the way and I’m happy your back

A/N: Awwwh, thank you! I hope this is okay.

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon didn’t think to knock before entering your room but he soon regretted it. He froze on the spot, staring at you as you let your towel fall from your body to change. When you looked up and noticed Namjoon, you were quick to grab your towel again, wrapping it around you as best you could. 

“Namjoon, don’t you ever knock?” you practically yelled. 

Namjoon’s shocked expression soon turned into a smirk as he shut the door behind him and made his way over to you. “You know Y/N, I’m starting to think you left that open on purpose” 

“And if I did?” you replied, your cheeks flushing red.

His hands took hold of the towel, slowly pulling it off your body “Then I think I need to teach you a lesson”

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Klance Coming Out Headcanon:

The Voltron Team spend sometime on a random planet. Lance hits on this girl, who actually likes being hit on the way he does and asks to take him to dinner as a thank-you for Voltron’s protection. Her twin brother insists on joining them, because who is this cocky human hitting on his sister. Keith insists on chaperoning as well, because so far all of Lance’s attempts at interstellar dating have ended up in disaster.

The Twin Brother is hot. Like super beautiful and takes an interest in Keith. Keith likes it and the two engage in light hearted banter and teasing. Lance notices. Lance gets jealous but for the most part keeps his cool. He is trying his best to pay attention to his date but he finds himself checking out the brother and Keith a lot. Keith looks good when he smiles. Frigging Keith.

At the end of the date, the girl tries to kiss Lance and it is awkward and he is not into it and trying to watch this lingering handshake Keith and the brother have going on.

The next day, Lance is diving deep in the rivalry game again. Keith goes to Lance’s room to call him out and ask him what’s up.

Lance is all, “I’m not talking to you, Keith.”

Keith is all, “Fine. Don’t talk to me then” and turns to walk away before Lance reaches out to him.

Lance: No, stay.

They sit on Lance’s bed in silence for a long time before Lance speaks.

Lance: Keith, I think I might be gay.”

Keith: What?

Lance: The other night on my date, I couldn’t stop looking at her brother. He made me feel things.

Keith: Oh? What sort of things?

Lance (dramatically): You, know. Gay things.

Keith contemplates this before responding: You’re not gay, Lance. Bi or Pan maybe. I’ve seen the effect girls have on you. Being attracted to one very good looking man doesn’t make you gay.

Lance: There may be others.

Keith: Oh?

Lance eyes Keith from the corner of his eye.

Lance: Fine. I’m bi, pan, whatever. How do you know so much about being gay, anyways, Keith?

Keith: Lance, I’m gay. Like, super gay. It’s not a secret.

Lance makes the Pidge is a girl face then: Damn it, Keith.

Keith: What?

Lance: You couldn’t let me have this one. I open my soul, come out to you and you tell me you are gay too? I just wanted to be the most fabulous gay man on this ship.

Keith: Being gay is not a competition! I thought we were bonding!

Coran, who has been eavesdropping outside the room, enters.

Coran: Boys, boys. I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. Not because I was listening, because I certainly wasn’t, but Lance, I am glad to hear that you are learning about yourself, and all of us on this team, will love and support you, no matter who you choose to love. However, both of you look at me very carefully. No matter what team you play for, I will always be the most fabulous gay man on this ship.

He winks, turns on his heal and leaves.

Lance: Coran is gay?

Keith: Oh, C’mon, really? You couldn’t tell?