i love this shirt so damn much

omg yaaaassss I LOVE THIS!!! JYP artists need to collab with each other more and make amazing music. pls.

THIS IS AN ANDRES MUSCHIETTI APPRECIATION POST

Because he’s not getting the love he deserves and it’s unacceptable so here, have a list of pictures to explain why I love this man and why you should too

• He loves the kids and supports them BIG TIME

• His birthday wishes to the cast on IG are THE BEST

• HE’S PRETTY FUCKING TALL (Bill is 6"4’, just to say…)

• He owns this shirt

• THIS PICTURE WITH LITTLE JACKSON

• His hair looks AMAZING

• His family pictures on IG (also his sister is pretty fucking awesome and is also the producer of his movies)

• He plays the piano (and the guitar. And hukulele. And banjo. Also he can sing pretty well)

• HE LOOKS JUST DAMN FINE OKAY???

Last but not least: he’s the reason why we’re getting an IT movie and Bill Skarsgard as Pennywise so I don’t know about you but this is pretty much all I need to love this man until my last day on this planet.

(If the movies is somewhat less than a masterpiece I’m gonna jump off a bridge into the Hudson River and you’ll never hear from me again ‘cause I’ll be floating too)

Among The Beasts: Cursed

Reader x Kol Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

warnings: smut, violence, swearing. that’s pretty much it. also, it may contain some physical descriptions that might not fit yours. :)

Imagine: Five years has passed; now it’s time to face yours biggest fears and try to save the people you love.

Word Count: 3217


Y/N, in the past five years, had learnt a few tricks on sneaking out of her house to meet up with Kol Mikaelson, her best friend and, as it was bound to happen, caring boyfriend too. It had to be a hidden relationship, though, for his parents could never know she still remained so close to him.

A couple of months ago, his mother, Esther, decided to forbid their friendship. According to the brown haired boy, she said it was way too dangerous to be close to such a wicked family as the Hales; he could get hurt and the great matriarch could not bear losing another child. Although Henrik’s death was not your fault, it was horrible to be accused like that.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N decided to shake those thoughts out of her head. They brought up a dark side of her: it got her wishing to make the blonde woman pay for all of that; through torture or maybe even put an end to her life. Again, this was the vicious wolf speaking; craving revenge. Urgh.

“Kol?” Y/N/N queried, in a whisper. “Are you in here?”

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A few of a million reasons to love Do Kyungsoo

his velvety chocolate dripping voice

he is a gentleman

he can be cute

but also hella sexay

he is hardworking, in every single way

his beauty is beyond compare

he has the perfect butt

and perfect lips

red hair soo!!!!

he is a good cook omg you cutie

asdfghjkl his leeeeegs omg I will never forget this

he is cuddly

and smiles like sunshine

he looks so damn hot in that checkered shirt omg

also, he is absolutely adorable 

and so much more to mention  ❤

Nightmare - Winchester Brothers

I’m sorry I haven’t written in a little while! School is just making me really busy. I’ll try and post once at least every two weeks. I’m sorry of I can’t :(

Anyway, here’s another request!

Okay so maybe something where the reader is jealous of how close Sam & Dean are, make it angsty 😹 - @winchesters-favorite-girl - i’ve kind of made my own twist on this! Hope you like it anyway!

Imagine always feeling as though you are nothing more then a burden and a blood relation to your brothers and feeling as though they don’t care for you so you leave them.

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Originally posted by teachercastiel

Originally posted by undercoverrockstarjensen

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

You were sat in the back of the impala, picking dried blood out of your stubby finger nails, anger rumbling in your chest. You’d saved your brothers once again from a hunt gone wrong and they hadn’t thanked you, simply patted each other on the back, sent a glance over their shoulder to you to make sure you were still alive and headed in the direction of the car.

They were speaking (or arguing, you could never tell) about the monster ‘they’ had just killed and you had no interest in listening so you rested your head on the back of the seat and looked out to the starry night.

It had been this way since you’d dropped out of high school. You’d be with them, but not quite there. You’d always been left out the circle and you couldn’t remember the last time your elder brothers had shown gratitude and love towards you and quite frankly, you had had enough. 

Closing your eyes and drifting off into sleep, your mind travelled to a time when you were the centre of your brothers worlds.

***

You aged 5 and Sam aged 13:

Colouring in a unicorn in your activity book at the counter of the motel room kitchen, you reached for the purple crayon which was just out of your grip. Just as you were close to grabbing it, it rolled a little further away.  

Whining and attempting to lean forward, you suddenly felt the stall give way, sending you toppling to the ground. 

You cried out in pain as you hit your head on the marble floor. As your vision became faded and a headache made its self comfortable in your head, you saw Sam rushing towards you from the settee.

He quickly pulled you into his arms and cooed in your ear that everything would be ok and that there was nothing to worry about. He made it clear to you that you were a strong girl and that it was only a little graze. 

***

You aged 13 and Dean aged 25:

You were waiting on the bench just outside of your temporary school as the girls in front of you made fun of your second hand clothes. 

‘Look at that! What is it? A table cloth or a fourth hand blanket?’ The skinniest of them all said, pulling at your older brother Sam’s red flannel.

‘Don’t touch me.’ You growled, slapping her hand away.

‘What did you say, skank? Want me to hit you.’ The tallest of them all said, raising her hand at you.

As you were about to swerve the hand that was about to smack you, you froze as your biggest brother Dean tapped the girl on the shoulder.

She turned round, confusion and disgust on her face. ‘What do you want? Old man.’ She sneered at him. The other girls thought this was the funniest remark in the world.

Dean laughed for a second then looked at her dead in the eyes. ‘You touch my little sister again and i’ll break all your fingers. Oh, and by the way, that top is second hand. I’m pretty sure I saw a stripper with the clap wearing that a couple of nights ago.’ He gave his signature smirk at the end, hinting that the mob of mistakes (called teenage girls) should go away. 

They did, fear and despise all over their faces as they made remarks about each others clothes.

‘Thanks Dean.’ You said as you stood up and hugged him.

‘Anytime.’ He responded, protectively wrapping his arms around you.

***

Yeah sure, anytime. I guess that had a time limit. Waking up with the thought in your head, you noticed that you were sat in the back of the Impala, your two elder brothers no where in sight. 

As a feeling of hopelessness washed over you, you begged for Castiel to come and see you. He was the only one who seemed to care for you.

‘Hello Y/N.’ His gravelled voice spoke out from the seat next to you.

You didn’t respond straight away, you wanted to gather your thoughts first. You turned to look at him.

‘What’s wrong Y/N?’ He asked you, as you looked back at him, hurt in your eyes.

‘It’s my brothers. I’m nothing to them anymore.’ You explained, tears brimming in your eyes.

‘That’s not true. You’re their little sister.’ Cas responded, confusion lingering in his voice.

Was their little sister. I think i’m nothing more then a shadow to them now and I wont deal with it anymore. Please, Cas, make a promise to me.’ You pleaded.

‘What promise?’ He questioned you, eyebrows knotting together as he looked sad in his eyes.

‘That if I go, you wont help my brothers look for me. You’ll let me live my own life and I expect you to understand that if you break my trust I will never forgive you.’ With that, you took his hand in yours as a way to tell him how desperate you were. ‘Please.’

He pulled his hand slightly away from yours then paused. He let out a soft sigh then looked away for a second. ‘If I make this promise, you have to stay safe.’ He reasoned with you, looking in your direction and then away again so that he wouldn’t regret what he was about to do.

‘Yes, of course.’ You practically whispered back, knowing that you were inches away from freedom. 

‘Ok.’ That was all he said before he flapped his wings and disappeared.

This was your chance. This was your chance to begin again and be a person who didn’t live every day wondering if they were loved. You’d thought about this for weeks, months even. The moment you’d break free and find someone or something that had even the slightest amount of happiness towards you.

Jumping out the car and pulling your bag from the boot, you headed down the street the impala was parked on. You looked back for a moment, remembering your older brothers, then shook your head and continued down the path you chose to take. 

*Sam’s P.O.V*

‘You think she’ll like it?’ Dean asked, holding up a green flannel.

‘You know that’s not her colour.’ I responded, pushing the green flannel out of Dean’s arms before reaching up for a red checkered one on the highest shelf.

‘She’ll like this one though. She used to wear one like it when she was younger, like all the time.’ I said as I searched for her size.

Dean went quiet for a minute before looking at me.

‘Dude, no chick flick moments. What’s wrong?’ I questioned him, laughing a bit since he looked like a hurt puppy.

‘Is it just me or does Y/N seem really closed off lately.’ He depressingly said, gently stroking the flannel in his hands as if it was his little sister.

I was going to shrug my shoulders and dismiss the conversation but I didn’t. I knew that there was something very wrong with Y/N.

‘Yeah - I think there is.’ I responded, barely looking at Dean, feeling as though it was some how my fault.

As if Dean read my mind, he glanced briefly at me. ‘Do you think it’s our fault?’

I gulped then looked up. ‘I - I don’t know. Maybe. Have we done enough for her? I mean, have we been good brothers?’ 

‘If I’m being honest. No, I don’t think we have been. I think we’ve been so focused on these god damn hunting trips so much that we’ve lost the love we used to give to the centre of our world, Y/N. I think we need to look out for her more. Knowing her, she probably thinks that we don’t care about her and I can’t have that.’ Dean was almost shouting at the end, pulling at the seams of the shirt in his hands.

I simply looked back at him, wide eyed. He’d said exactly what I was thinking. 

‘Hell, what do I know.’ Dean grumbled, throwing the flannel on the shelf and heading to the doors of the shop. 

He froze mid-step then yelled my name, indicating that Y/N was no longer in the Impala.

It was though time slowed down. She was there, then she wasn’t. It was a nightmare come real.

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I really like how this turned out and I’m tempted to a part 2! Tell me what you guys think :) 

i’m always a slut for a christmas au 

  • “i know we hate each other but it’s christmas eve and your flight was cancelled please come inside”
  • “i got you for secret santa so i got you this really expensive but sentimental gift that you’ve always wanted, hoping you’ll never find out it’s from me - and that i’ve been in love with you 1234567 years”
    SNOWBALL FIGHTS
  • “hi we’re neighbours and omg are you alright i could smell cooking burning - whoaaa now that’s just embarrassing? step aside i’ll handle this”
  • person a seducing person b into taking a few steps back/backing them against the wall (”oh look, how did that mistletoe get right there????”)
  • “you’re in the hospital for the holidays so i came in while you were sleeping to decorate your room i love you merry christmas”
  • “YES I BOOBY TRAPPED THE PRESENTS BECAUSE YOU DO THIS EVERY FUCKING YEAR”
  • “i live below you and i was minding my own business watching the snowfall out the window WHEN I SAW A BODY FALL ARE YOU REALLY PUTTING UP CHRISTMAS LIGHTS NOW”
  • I KNITTED YOU A JUMPER
  • MY MOM KNITTED YOU A JUMPER
  • “we’re strictly ‘platonic’ but we’re snowed in omg we’re gonna have to repopulate the earth”
  • “i slipped on ice outside your house and you ran out barefoot to help me quick let’s get inside under a blanket”
  • “’it’s a wonderful life’ aww it sounds so cute babe sure we can watch it! *30 mins later* “YOU MONSTER”
  • “we were playing in the snow and you suddenly tackled me to the ground and now…we’re just…staring… at each other…”
  • “YOU DON’T LIKE MARSHMALLOWS IN YOUR HOT CHOCOLATE? WHY DO YOU HATE LOVE”
  • TREE DECORATING (bonus points if one of them is doing it completely wrong omg why am i in love with you) 
  • “we took our kids to santa’s workshop and they both wished we would get together”
    FRIENDS AU - “our christmas party turned into a tropical theme because the radiator is broken and it’s hotter than hell in here - damn you look good without a shirt i never noticed before asgdhfjgkhl” 
  • “we’re co workers who hate each other but you had too much to drink at the staff christmas party and admitted your love for me i don’t know how to act around you now” 
  • DRUNKEN CAROLLING (”that’s not a thing” “oh yes it is”) 
  • TEACH ME HOW TO SKI (lol jk i know how you’re just so fucking cute)
  • “there’s a storm and omg i’m losing signal are you okay?? hold on let me drive 489432 miles to get you the night before christmas” 
  • PULLING YOU IN FOR A KISS WITH A SCARF 
  • “i did that annoying thing where i put loads of smaller boxes inside one big box and you’re getting really mad but you don’t know that the ring is in the smallest box and i can’t wait to see your face”
Unnecessarily Jealous

Originally posted by marvelprincesspants


Anon: Hi! I really like the way you write,I dont know if request are open, but can I ask for one in which Pietro is jealous and mad because saw the reader doing something with another avenger, and use his power to have sex with her? SMUTTTTT, Thanks if you read this! kisses :)

A/N: (In honor of Aaron Taylor-Johnson’s Birthday Hellooo and thank you so much that’s so sweet of you xox Requests aren’t really open but I can’t say no to nice people and I really really hope you like it! Feel free to message me what you thought! And omg you don’t have to thank me for reading this thank you for being such a nice person and existing! And also for future smut requests (if any) you guys can request visuals too.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Language

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Crazy, Stupid, Love

Title: Crazy, Stupid, Love

Summary: When the girl Dean’s been in love with for years returns home from a disastrous date, he takes it upon himself to make her feel better. But things do not go as planned and feelings he’d kept under wraps for years begin to surface. Which is a bad thing. Right?

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Cameron (OMC, mentioned)

Word count: 2191

Warnings: Language, a smudge of angst and fluff. So much fluff, guys. 

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog‘s Romcom Fluff Challenge and @hannahindie‘s HanCelebratesWithPawnee challenge. Ladies, thank you so much for granting me an extension and allowing me to combine your two wonderful challenges. I hope this was worth the wait.

Special thank you to my twin @ravengirl94 who’s helped me so much with this. She’s the best. 

My prompts for this were “I’m wildly unhappy, and I’m trying to buy it, and it’s not working” from Crazy, Stupid, Love (I am so in love with that movie btw) and “I’m fine. It’s just that life is pointless, and nothing matters, and I’m always tired.” (Both are included in bold in the text below. Gif’s not mine. )

Without further ado. Enjoy <3


The kitchen was a mess, filled with empty pans, dough-dusted spoons and muffin-stuffed cooling racks while specks of splattered batter and flour painted the surface of the counter in shades of white, the homely image reminding Dean of mornings he used to spend by his mother’s side while she baked his favorite pie or cut the crust off his sandwich.

Tightening his grip around the glass he’d been holding, Dean felt his heart clenching painfully at the memory and waited for the all too familiar feelings of homesickness and grief to wash over him like they always did, but Y/N caught the subtle change in him and reached over to graze his arm with her fingertips, the light pressure enough to ground him back to Earth, back into the moment he got to spend with her.

It was one of the things he loved about her, the way she could read him like an open book, how she accepted him for all he was, taking in mistakes and wounds and scars and giving nothing but smiles and affection in return.

Y/N was warmth and comfort to him and that was partly the reason he’d been glad that he was the one she sought for after that date of hers went terribly wrong. He’d been glad because she trusted him enough to be vulnerable around him, trusted him enough to let him in, let him wipe that look of disappointment off her face with a silly joke and a forehead kiss, and tell her that, God, she deserved so much better than Mr. Ballsy, the guy who thought buying her a drink would land him a one-way ticket to her bed.

Because Y/N did deserve better.

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The search for trekkies

Every 7 years I feel a sudden urge to watch a lot of Star Trek and since my dormant Star Trek-feelings have awakened this year, I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to follow more Star Trek tumblrs. 

Reblog/like this if you post Star Trek (TOS, AOS, TNG, VOY, etc.) sometimes or all the time, so that I can follow you. That is if you want a geeky 20 year old woman to follow you. It would help me out a lot because I honestly need more of Shatner’s ripped shirts, Nimoy’s flawless makeup and Kelley’s cute face on my dash. Seriously though, DeForest Kelley was SO CUTE. SO. CUTE. God damn him and his little booty shake…

Jerome Valeska Imagine - You’re Scared Of Him

Originally posted by smooshywrites

Originally posted by teenagecrush

WARNING!!! Mentioning alcohol problems and self harming!!!

Your P.O.V.

The ginger boy in front of me was absolutely terrifying but at the same time, I felt happy. I adored him but I had never been so nervous and scared before. Yet here I was, with the clown prince of crime himself without being tied down and threatened with my life.

Jerome Valeska had been my best friend through out my childhood and to my teens. We were both 18 now, him being a few months older than me. Just a year ago I admitted that I liked him more than just friends and his feelings were mutual. We started to kiss each other and it developed into heated makeout sessions and then sex. We were together and I supported him. His mother was absolutely horrible but I didn’t expect Jerome to murder her.

The past few months had been the wildest and most emotional in my entire life. Jerome went to Arkham Asylum. It broke my heart and I was devastated. Once he joined the maniax, I was getting really scared. I thought I had lost his good side forever. The worst part was when I thought I had lost him forever. He died. My boyfriend, my bestfriend and soulmate had died. 

I was all alone. The sadness and misery were too much for me so I drowned my feelings with a bottle. One bottle became two and it kept going. As I was in the middle of a cloud of misery, he came back. It was mindblowing. But at the same time I was happy. Jerome tried to make the entire city go mad. He lost his face and fought with Bruce Wayne. He was supposed to go back to Arkham, but Indian Hill took him. Jerome, being the badass he was, broke out and now he was here, with me.

He had scars around his face and his lips were curved into a smile. He was wearing a black shirt and jeans. He came with clothes filled with holes, but I had some of his old clothes here. So, he wore them. 

‘‘You still look stunning’‘ He broke the silence that had been bothering us. I was shocked and more or less speechless. ‘‘How are you not dead?’‘ I dared to ask him. All my muscles were tense and I felt how my hands were trembling. I didn’t want to be so scared because I still loved him. Damn, I would do anything for him but I was afraid that he would kill me.

‘‘Death doesn’t seem to like me too much’‘ He laughed and then took a sip of the fresh coffee I had made before he barged through my window. Jerome came to my apartment without any warnings and I nearly stabbed him. I smiled a bit at his comment but I didn’t know how to relax. 

‘‘Did ya miss me too much kitten?’‘ He asked me, standing up and then taking a seat right next to me on my black couch. I gulped and grabbed my cup, hoping that the coffee would help my nerves. I could literally hear my heartbeat. It kept beating, beating, beating, b e a t i n g….

‘‘Y/N’‘ Jerome snapped me out of my thoughts. I flinched and spilled some coffee on my lap. I winced in pain and quickly put the cup away. Jerome wiped the coffee off my thigh with his hand, making my breath hitch in my throat. His touch made goosebumps rise on my soft skin. His eyes looked straight into mine and that’s when I felt like losing myself. I tried to hold back my tears so he wouldn’t get angry, but it felt nearly impossible.

‘‘Why are you crying? Did someone hurt you?’‘ He growled as he saw the tears in the corners of my E/C eyes. I shook my head no but it didn’t convince him. Jerome clenched his jaw and seemed mad. It scared me so I his my face in my hands and tried to calm down. Although Jerome had killed people, even his own mother, it seemed like he still cared.

He pulled me into his strong arms and hugged me tightly. I could feel that he had gotten stronger. First, I held my breath, too scared to breathe as he held me. Then he rubbed my back gently, up and down which made me relax. ‘’Breathe kitten. It’s just me, Jerome. Everything’s alright’’ He tried to assure me. I inhaled a shaky breath and felt warm tears soaking his shirt. It was still him, the same person I had known since forever. But it felt different.

‘‘I missed you s-so much’‘ I sobbed and then clenched onto him. Finally, I allowed my other emotions to conquer my fear. ‘‘Yeah, it sucked that I couldn’t visit you in so long’‘ He admitted while rubbing my back. I bit my bottom lip and tasted the irony taste of blood. ‘‘But things will change. We can be together now’‘ He added a bit more happily. I met his pretty eyes and saw that he didn’t look bloodthirsty at all. He seemed genuinely glad to see me.

‘‘So..you won’t..’‘ I tried to speak but the words got stuck in my throat. ‘‘I won’t what? You gotta finish what you started doll face’‘ He tried to make me speak. I nodded and looked away. He hummed something and grabbed my jaw, making me face him again. ‘‘Tell me’‘ He whispered and looked serious. I just hoped he wouldn’t get mad at me. ‘‘You won’t k-kill me, right?’‘ I asked him with a voice, barely louder than a whisper. Something twisted in his eyes and he let go of my jaw.

‘‘Why would you even think that?’‘ He growled a bit angrily, startling me. Luckily, his temperament didn’t rise too much. ‘‘I would never lay a finger on you in a bad way. You’re the only one I care about Y/N. You’re my only friend and also my girlfriend. I love you’‘ He let me know ever so seriously. These words coming from his mouth were surprising. Jerome had always been a bit shy with me. I guess he had gained confidence to tell me that. 

‘‘Are you scared to love me?’‘ He asked me after a while. It’s like he read me like an open book. ‘‘A bit’‘ I answered honestly. Jerome seemed a bit sad about that. It was so strange. I had been watching the news tapes of him over and over again. He had been smiling widely as he shot people. It’s like all his sympathy and love was gone, vanished into thin air. But now it looked like some had stayed. Knowing that he cared about me, and me only, warmed my heart.

‘‘You don’t need to be afraid. You know me Y/N. We have done so many things together and you haven’t been scared then. Yes, I’ve changed but I’ll always be Jerome for you’‘ He promised me sweetly. For a moment, I felt like I could forget his crimes. All the scary laughs and even the fact he killed his mom. Suddenly, Jerome leaned closer to me so the tips of our noses brushed against each other. His hand held onto my waist and his other hand was on my cheek. 

now my heart fluttered for a different reason. ‘’I missed you baby. Please don’t fear me’’ He breathed out. Only a second later he pressed his soft red lips against mine. I shut my eyes and felt overwhelmed. His kiss was so warm and intense. He got so close and the beautiful moment washed my brain, making me focus on only this. Nothing else mattered.

‘‘I’ll make you feel safe again, okay?’‘ He purred and pushed me on my back. Then he nibbled my ear, making me moan a bit. ‘‘Yes Jerome’‘ I replied as calmly as I could. ‘‘You’re my girl, I’ll never let anyone harm you. If anyone even thinks about it, I’ll kill them’‘ He promised me. A minute ago that would have scared me, but now it felt like the most romantic thing ever. 

‘‘Just please stay and don’t die again. I can’t live without you’‘ I told him as he kissed my neck. A shiver ran down my spine because his kisses felt so amazing. He knew all my sweet spots so well. ‘‘Don’t worry about that. One day we will be the kind and queen of this damn city’‘ He purred and then started to drag off my shirt. As he spoke, his voice got even deeper and raspier.

Now that my shirt was on the floor, I put my arms on my stomach. I was still a bit nervous although I had been in this situation with him before. ‘’Don’t hide yourself’’ He told me and grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. Suddenly I remembered something not so good.

Jerome noticed it too. He froze on the spot and just stared at my skin. I tried to yank my arm free, but he was stronger than me. ‘’What have you done?’’ He asked me with a bit scary voice. That’s when he moved his eyes away from my scars and looked deep into my eyes. His had turned darker and my fear came back into my body. 

‘‘I..I don’t know’‘ I mumbled and pulled my arm away. Jerome let go and then sat again. I felt really anxious now. So I stood up and walked to my bedroom. Tears stung my eyes and I was sure he’d leave now. Instead of leaving, Jerome followed me, right into the devil’s cave. My room was full of empty bottles of whisky, rum and other strong drinks. I dragged my hair and bit my lips together, hoping that I could cry silently.

‘‘Y/N you’re not okay..’‘ Jerome noticed and then walked up to me. ‘‘How do you know what’s okay and not okay?’‘ I spat rudely without thinking. I regretted it immediately. ‘‘S-sorry..I’m sorry’‘ I breathed out and stepped a few steps back. Jerome wasn’t angry. He seemed..disappointed.  ‘‘I’m so sorry’‘ I sobbed and hit the wall. ‘’Is it because of me?’’ He wanted to know while looking around. My room was a mess. There was a stain of wine on the carpet and a pile of bottles on my nightstand.

‘‘I really..missed you..Jerome’‘ I managed to croak without stuttering. ‘‘I thought ..I lost you for good’‘ I continued and then sobbed. He came back to me and grabbed my hands. ‘‘So I took it out on m-myself. I started drinking and..cutting’‘ I admitted shamefully. I couldn’t even look at him. ‘‘Listen baby’‘ He whispered and took a deep breath. 

‘‘I need you to stop doing that’‘ He started and I sighed. ‘‘It’s not easy’‘ I let him know. Suddenly he cupped my face and looked deep into my eyes. ‘‘I won’t let you do that, okay? I won’t leave anymore. Don’t.be.scared. Just fuck- please trust me, okay?’‘ Jerome got a bit frustrated. It’s like my actions hurt him. It’s a bit ironic because murdering a whole bunch of people didn’t make him sad, but me being sad was too much.

‘‘I’ll try’‘ I promised and blinked away my tears. ‘‘Geez, I thought that you’d hate me for what I did’‘ He admitted, obviously surprised that I still had feelings towards him. I just hugged him and hid my face in the crook of his neck. ‘‘How could I not love you?’‘ I whispered, not sure if he heard me. Now, I just wanted to sink into the moment. Hopefully, this wasn’t another dream of him coming back to me. 

Stress Relief part 2 - Wolverine x Reader (NSFW SMUT)

So many people asked for more Wolverine smut…So, here we go. Very NSFW. Really. Shameless smut (with some gif, which do not belong to me by the way). Because self-control is for weak people…wait…hum…Whatever. 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

Summary : Last time, you helped your Wolverine relax…this time, he helps YOU. And you couldn’t be happier. 

Part 1


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It had been a while since you had a week as bad as the one you just had. 

Your students, maybe because they felt like the summer vacations were very close, were just being so difficult, so much that at each end of the class you were just exhausted both mentally and physically. 

If that wasn’t enough, you had tons of paperworks to take care of because you promised Storm you’d help her with it. You probably made at least 100 new student files, as the school really started to grow and more kids came in every day. You fucking hated paperworks…You cursed yourself for even asking Ororo if she needed help. She was your best friend, and was co-headmaster with Logan…You saw what being headmaster did to Logan, how it took a toll on his mind, mood etc etc, and just had to try to help them. Still. Fuck paperworks. 

You also were in charge of recruiting new teachers, and that was another pain in the ass, because damn some of them were perfect idiots. You had to throw some out of the school once you realized they were just journalists, looking for a new scandal article to make about a “school full of dangerous mutants”. Assholes. 

Oh, and of course, you also asked Kurt and Hank if they needed help, and of course…They did. 

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dating ross butler | (would include)

Originally posted by kevinkeller

request

- being shorter than him even in heels

- “your such a bfg”

- hugs on hugs on hugs, he literally would give the warmest hugs

- you’d borrow -steal- his clothes like 24/7

- “is that my shirt?” “um well yes it it- also no longer yours

- lots of snuggling

- everywhere

- pda, so much god damn pda

- visiting him on set

- did i mention cuddles?

- constantly touching his hair

- you’d run your fingers through it when your snuggled up with him at night

- asking -begging- to let you braid it

- “no baby” “pleeeeeeassseee”

- him giving into you every time because he’s so inlove with you

- him being the first to say i love you

- make out sessions in his trailer

- cuddles in bed because he’s just a giant teddy bear

- inside jokes

- banter

- meeting the cast

- coachella with ross, the 13rw cast & the riverdale gang

- riding his shoulder during halsey

- piggy backs everywhere because you’re lazy

- ross trying to drag you to the gym

- “c'mon baby it’ll be fun”

- dancing in his kitchen

- going out to premieres always as his date

- ross always gushing about you even in interviews

- being his princess & number one fan

- binge watching 13RW with him on the couch, wine and junk food at hand

- crying because the shows triggering with your mental illness’

- “don’t cry baby, i love you”

- snuggles for comfort

- more banter

- “so zach is literally reggie but with more screentime”

- laughing so hard you nearly pee

- tickle fights

- road trips

- both of you singing -badly- at the top of your lungs

- catching him trying to get of guard photos of you

- “stopppppp!!!”

- lots of innuendo’s and constant teasing -especially in public-

- long distance when he’s working

- midnight text, because he’s -always- thinking about you

- protective ross

- especially when your out drinking and other guys try and flirt with you

- butt grabbing

- flirty in public almost always

- goofing off when it’s just you two

- being woken up by his dog in the mornings

- arguing over silly things but making up shortly after

- make outs

- make up sex

- trying to impress you

- “i bet you can’t actually do the spoon thing”

- him proving you wrong

- “yeah you’re forgiven”

- sarcasm 24/7

- forehead kisses

- his cologne all over your clothes and apartment

- movies nights

- going to sporting games

- wearing his teams colours

- “holy fuck you look so right now”

- blushing -constantly- whenever your around him

- being hopelessly in love

- dating a real life cinnamon roll

chimchim as your bf;
  • first of all CUTE COUPLE ALERT!!!
  • he would literally compliment you every single day
  • sometimes he would stare at you with an angelic smile
  • and sometimes he would smirk at you, the dirty kind of smirk lol
  • SELFIES
  • ALL DAY EVERYDAY
  • but they’ll be pics for only you to see, sometimes cute, sometimes not so much ;)))
  • matching jewelry
  • it could be rings
  • necklaces
  • or bracelets
  • he’d love it because it’s discreet but still meaningful 
  • also when no one would watch, or when the both of you are alone
  • butt grabbing 
  • most definitely lol, joined by a smile/lip bite y’know
  • HAND HOLDING
  • during dates, during cuddles
  • heck even when you’re just in a taxi
  • lot of kisses 
  • cheek kisses
  • forehead kisses
  • but his ultimate fav would always be neck kisses
  • because it’s sensual and romantic
  • I think his fav pda would be hugs
  • he would basically hug you everywhere
  • when you’re alone at home, couch cuddles would be a must !
  • in front of a movie, his head on your thighs or the opposite
  • almost everytime you’d fall asleep
  • so he’d start playing with your hair and humming one of your fave song
  • for the dates
  • club dates ofc
  • you would have fun dancing and all
  • or just random walks in the city at night
  • or sitting by the han river to watch the beautiful scenary
  • AND TAKING AESTHETIC PICTURES OF EACH OTHER
  • “yah yah y/n don’t move this would be a perfect picture!”
  • and you would turn your head to him like “wut ?”
  • “WOW COME LOOK AT IT ! Dam I’m so good at taking pictures of you”
  • when he’d be on tour
  • it’d be hard for the both of you because you’d miss each other so damn much
  • he’d try to call or facetime you as much as he can
  • especially when he’s back to his hotel room, alone
  • he’d be all cheesy and romantic like
  • “I wish you were there with me Y/N, everything is so pretty you would love it”
  • “I saw a kitty today at rehearsals, it was so delicate, fluffy and cute it made me think of  you!”
  • I feel like he would like to bring you back a gift everytime he’s going overseas
  • NOW LETS GET DOWN TO BUSINESS
  • HOW WOULD HE BE IN THE BEDROOM YOU RE WONDERING
  • well lemme tell you
  • he’d have two COMPLETELY different sides
  • when he’d want to show you how much he cares about you
  • how much he loves you and cherish you
  • it’d be the slow, romantic filled with sweet nothings murmured in your ears kinda love making
  • then there will be when he’d be horny af
  • or so stressed
  • or even mad
  • and girl the sweet little angel will turn into a demon with beautiful hip thrust lmao
  • but whatever his mood was, there would always be after care
  • and cuddles 
  • he would also love it when you’d wander around the apartment wearing only one of his shirt
  • “You’re damn sexy when you wear my shirts baby love”
  • oh did I mentions you would have a lot of nicknames ?
  • because you would lol
  • all of this to say
  • that Jimin would be the caring type of boyfriend
  • that would love you and won’t be afraid to show you how much he does

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Daddy Issues

Pairing: JungKook & Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting as a dick towards her she quited her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.

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