i think i look decent today!

Sweater Weather

Jughead x Reader

Wordcount: 2.2k

Request: Can you do an imagine where Jughead breaks up with the reader and she doesn’t go  to school for a couple of days and when she returns she’s a mess wearing joggers and something of Jugheads.

Warnings: none/fluff/possible swearing

Summary: Based on the Neighbourhood Sweater Weather, Jughead breaks the readers heart, she’s a mess and when he sees what he’s done he realises it was a mistake.

Originally posted by juptern

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I love how Supernatural is that never ending cycle of ‘hey look, it’s getting better again, the plot is getting interesting again, characterization on point, wow we had some really decent episodes in a row recently oh boy’ until *POOF* there is always that one (1) Buckleming episode like:

car kisses ♡ ethan

requested: yes

anon: Could you write an imagine where y/n and either E or G (Idc which one :)) just started dating and E or G really wants to kiss y/n but he is shy and nervous so she kind of takes the lead and gives him a quick peck at first and he’s all flustered and then it gets heated omg yessssss!! I just thought of this and I can’t wait for you to write it :) please and thank you love!!!

a/n – i seriously hope this was good because I spent lots of time writing this (: so yeah I hope you like it haha sorry if you don’t :(  also sorry its REALLY LONG i got way into this like omg goals but anywayyyyy

Y/B/D = your birthday haha (: 

word count: 1,959


“You’re going on a date with Ethan Dolan?” Your best friend squeals over the video chat you were having. You were getting ready and she had called, and you decided you needed some best friend motivation before this date with the most gorgeous boy you’d ever seen.

“Yes, now what should I wear, casual or like, a dress?” You ask, looking in your closet with a sigh. You were feeling very frustrated with yourself, and very nervous about the upcoming date.

“Well, where are you two going again?” Your best friend asks and turn to look at her,

“This cute little place that’s like an hour away. He says it’s his favorite.” You shrug and you watch her fall back on her bed,

“Goals!” She screams and you laugh,

“Shh!” You giggle and she does the same, getting back up quickly looking like she had an idea.

“Ooh! I know! You could wear that really cute white romper you have, you know, the one with the long sleeves?” She tells you and you grin, “Yeah, and you should wear your hair down. And wear the cute flats that match.” She tells you as you rush into your closet and change into the outfit she picked out.

“You are a blessing!” You say and she laugh, flipping her hair behind her back,

“I know.” She winks, “You look hot!” She says and you look in your mirror, mentally agreeing with her. You did look really good in the outfit. You decided to add a gold necklace and some earrings to complete the look, and you minimized the make-up you put on. You left your hair down, thinking it looked decent enough.

Suddenly your doorbell rang and you sigh in relief because you were the only one in your house today.

“Okay. Have fun then, don’t forget I need details when you come back!” She yells and you roll your eyes, ready to end the call.

“Yeah, yeah. Love you, bye.” You hurriedly end the call and rush downstairs, almost falling down.

You smooth out your romper and take a deep breath, opening your door finally.

You look out the door and see Ethan looking down at his shoes, and he quickly looks up with wide eyes and smiles at you brightly. He was wearing nice jeans and a shirt that fit him perfectly. You were glad you went with something a little more casual, instead of fancy.

He raises his arms and you see a bouquet of flowers in his hands, making you grin slightly. How sweet, “Some flowers for my flower,” He says cheekily making you laugh,

“How cheesy. But still cute, here, come in.” You smile and take the flowers, walking into the kitchen and getting an empty vase to fill it with water.

Ethan walks in hesitantly and follows you, leaning against the wall rather attractively, waiting for you to finish.

“Are you ready for this road trip?” He asks as you put the flowers into the vase, setting them down on the table.

“Yeah. I love road trips.” You inform him and he smirks,

“Good, because this one’s a long one.” He tells you and you shake your head, laughing as you confidently take his hand and lead him out of the house.

When you guys finally hit the road, you decide to put on some music.

“How do you put on music in your car?” You ask, looking at him and waiting for an answer.

He glances at you and then looks back to the road, grabbing his phone and handing it to you, “My phone is already connected to the car and I have Apple Music so, you can look up whatever you want.” He says and smiles at you and you smile back, “The password is 121699,” He tells you and you were genuinely surprised he had given you his passcode.

“Thanks,” You say happily, “Does it mean something?” You ask curiously as you type it in.

“It’s my birthday,” He chuckles, keeping his eyes on the road and your mouth makes an ‘o’ shape,

“That’s a good idea,” You say and he laughs, nodding,

“When’s your birthday?” He asks awkwardly but you didn’t mind, smiling a little at his question. You were happy this wasn’t a super awkward quiet car ride.

“Uhm, Y/B/D ” You tell him and he nods. You could tell he was making a mental note to remember that, which also made you happy.

You click the Music app on his phone and scroll through his song library, “What do you want to listen to?” You ask, continuing to scroll through his songs.

“Put on…” He starts, putting on a thinking face, “Whatever you want.” He shrugs.

“Wow I feel so pressured,” You say and he laughs, “Okay, I think i’m going to put on One dance.” You laugh and he does too.

“That song is so old!” He says and you put your hand above your heart,

“Don’t insult drake!” You say and he bursts out laughing.

When you finally got to the cafe,  it was a little dark outside. The car ride was really fun, and you thought that even if you had just went on the car ride it would be a great date.

You learned a lot about Ethan during the car ride, especially since halfway through you both got bored of listening to music so you played 21 questions instead.

He turned the car off and gets out, walking around just to open the door for you which made you smile. You knew that with this much smiling in one night, your face would start to hurt.

“What a gentlemen,” You compliment him and he smiles,

“Only for you.” He laughs and you do to. You knew Ethan was a sweet boy, but you had never expected this.

When you got into the cafe and got seated, Ethan immediately raised his menu to look through the food.

You raised yours too, except you didn’t look for food to eat, and instead used it to shield you so you could stare at Ethan.

Suddenly Ethan looked up and saw you staring, and wiggled his eyebrows, making you laugh. You wiggled your eyebrows as well, making him laugh. This continued until a kind old women came to ask for which drinks you wanted.

She coughed slightly making you and Ethan straighten up and act civil. You looked at Ethan and held in your laughter, because you could tell he was about to laugh too.

“I would like some water.” He tells the old lady, who, from her name tag, was named Pam.

“Me too please.” You tell her with a straight face and she rolls her eyes playfully.

“Of course. And I’m assuming by how much laughter is coming from this table, you don’t know what you’d like to eat yet?” She says and you and Ethan turn to look at each other sheepishly.

“Uh-” Ethan coughs, “Actually we were waiting for you to tell us what’s good…” He tells Pam and turns to you, giving you a wink making you giggle.

“Many customers here get the number one. It’s like breakfast for dinner, everyone loves it. Especially with coffee.” She adds and you nod understandingly, thinking that you might want that.

“Does it come with pancakes?” You ask the important question that both you and Ethan were thinking.

“Yes.” She replies and you and Ethan order the number one.

As you waited, you laughed harder than you ever had before, and so did Ethan as far as you could tell. You didn’t know why but everything he said or did was very funny, and to him you were hilarious as well.

When the food finally came you both dug in immediately, and you finished your completely much to Ethan’s surprise.

Suddenly Ethan chuckled, seeing a little bit of whipped cream on your bottom lip. He took his thumb and ran it across your bottom lip, wiping it off.

“Thanks,” You say with a small smile on your face and he shrugged. He put some money on the table, enough to pay for the meal and the tip, and stood up, reaching his hand out for you to take, which you gladly did.

“You look tired.” He tells you as you walk out of the cafe hand in hand.

You yawned after he said that, making him laugh. “I am tired.” You say and he nods,

“Me too, Y/N.” He laughs again, and figured that that sound was definitely one of your favorite sounds already. Maybe it’s because you had been hearing so much all night, but either way you loved it .

When you two got in the car, he looked at you before staring the car, looking nervous. This was a look you hadn’t seen on Ethan all night, and that made you a little bit nervous as well.

You look in each others eyes and suddenly his eyes flicker to your lips, and you knew why he was suddenly nervous. It made butterflies erupt in your stomach, and you wanted to kiss him as well.

You took a deep breath, and then quickly pressed your lips to his. You could feel him tense up, but then relax immediately when he realized what was happening. You pulled away and looked to see his reaction, and you saw a very flustered Ethan. His cheeks, and face, really, were all red and you giggled a little.

He looked at you for a moment longer, before gaining confidence and this time, he pressed his lips to yours. This kiss was different from your last, which was slow and new. This one was needy and rough, and you kinda liked it.

“C'mere,” He mumbled and helped you maneuver onto his lap. The steering wheel was sort of digging into your back, but you didn’t really care.

You hands found their way into Ethan’s hair, and he groans a little when you pull on it, making you smirk.

All of the sudden there was a tap on his window, making you jump and Ethan’s eyes widen. His hands rested on your waist as you look at Pam through his window in shock.

You look at Ethan with a “What the hell are we supposed to do now?” look.

He shrugs and you roll your eyes, rolling down the window, “Hey pam!” You say with a smile and when you look at Ethan he had an obviously fake smile on his face, almost making you laugh.

“You kids are way to young to be doing this. Especially not at this Family friendly restaurant! Want to know why I came out here? Because there was a complaint about you two! Now get out of here, lovebirds.” She says in a serious tone but there was a small smile on her face.

You nod and give her a smile, “We’ll go somewhere else.” You say and she nods,

“Come back soon,” She whispers and you nod. When she walks away you look at Ethan only to see him staring right back at you with a grin plastered across his face.

“You’re so cute.” He says randomly, making you blush. You lean and touch your noses together, smiling wide, and give him a quick kiss on the lips. Then you hop off of his lap and back into your seat, putting on your seatbelt.

You look at Ethan and see him frowning, “I liked being in that position.” He says and you laugh.

“I bet you did.”

a/n – GUYS I LOVED THIS SO MUCH GOALS OMG OMG OMG i want to make a part two and like add to this where like they go back to the cafe and he proposes or something idk BUT GUYS

The Distance Between Us Part 3

(A.N. Hello, everyone! While I was writing this I decided that it will be Four parts because I want one part of the story to be just Draco and the reader being super fluffy with each other. Part four is just going to be SUPER FLUFFY. Enjoy ^3^)


That day F/N said there was no mail for me.

Same thing for the next day and the day after that and the day after that.

Sitting down at the lake as the sun starts to go down for the night I look up at the sky and think, “Are you thinking of me too?”

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It has been 14 days since Draco has left.

All I have done is:

  1. Wait for an owl that I know that will never come
  2. Sit in my room
  3. Nothing

Nothing is just an understatement.

I haven’t left my room the whole 14 days Draco has been gone.

I haven’t eaten anything since Draco been gone.

I can’t sleep because my dreams are haunted by memories of Draco and me.

Honestly, I feel nothing.

This is probably why Draco wants to break up with me: I’m a mess.

Speaking of Draco, he is coming back to school today, at noon, so I should try to look decent so I don’t give him another reason to break up with me

Looking at the clock on my bedside table the clock reads: 11:30.

Groaning while getting out from my H/C (House Color) bedding I make my way to the bathroom.

Taking my appearance in the mirror I see a mess of a cow.

My hair is all knotted.

I have dark circles under my eyes.

My skin is very pale.

My cheek bones a bit prominent.

Taking my brush from the bathroom drawer I start brushing my hair.

More hair than usual comes out.

Shrugging it off I start doing my makeup to cover up my the dark circles under my eyes from the lack of sleep due to the dreams.

Once my makeup is finished I make my way to my wardrobe to get my Hogwarts uniform out.

Putting my last shoe on the clock reads 11:55.

“Shit, I’m going to be late.”

Rushing out the door I race out of the dormitories and the common room.

Once out of the common room I run up the moving stairs and into the great hall entrance.

Seeing students hauling luggage behind them and students laughing with other students I search for Draco.

Why are my hands so sweating?

I shouldn’t be nervous, right?

I should go…

Draco deserves someone who wouldn’t leave him like this.

Turning on my heel I bump into a strong body.

Quickly apologizing the person interrupts me.

“Love, there’s no need to apologize to me.”

Looking up wide-eyed at the person I see white-blond hair and grey-blue eyes.

“D-Draco.”

“Hey, Sweetheart are you feeling alright you look kinda pale,” Draco says putting his cold hand on my cheek.

“Y-Y-Yeah I-I f-f-fell okay–” I stutter

After that everything went dark.

                                                   END OF PART 3

Pizza Sucks Without You

Idol: Jennie (BlackPink)

Prompt: Hi I loooove your scenarios and I was wondering if you could do a BlackPink Jennie one (it’s a college!AU) and Jennie is a shy, new freshman and she meets the reader who is known for being outgoing and friendly with other people (in a good way)

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: This is the third or fourth college!au I’ve written recently. It’s a good thing I’m in college and experience lots of crazy things or these would get super redundant. Also the title is based off a song by Oohyo called Pizza which I highly recommend. I took a few liberties since the prompt was a bit vague about the actual content, so pretend you’re in a photography class. Anyway, hope everyone enjoys!

Warnings: A few curse words. That’s all.

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Neighbours part 2; C.H.

You can read part one right here.

“What the hell is up with you today? Do you even hear me?” My friend Sophie groans in my ear as I see her hand wave in front of my eyes. I blink briskly for a few times, turning my head towards her general direction as I mumble out a ‘huh’. 

“You’re unbelievable. What’s wrong?” Daisy rolls her eyes as she loudly chews her gum. 

 "Nothing’s wrong. I’m just thinking, ’s all.“ I let a tiny smile grace my lips as my gaze catches Calum again. He’s sitting almost on the other side of the hall, laughing along with his three friends. “You know; one day they’ll notice who you’re so smitten about.” My male friend, Jordan whispers in my ear. You can just hear the smirk form on his lips. 

 "Oh shush, I’m not smitten.“ I roll my eyes, threading my fingers through my loose curls, shaking them up the slightest bit. 

"You know, I’d secretly do him if I were you. Sadly, none of those boys,” Jordan motions his head to Calum and company, “well, they aren’t gay.”

 "You have enough of jocks-in-experimental-phase to keep yourself busy. Grant me this one, will you?“ I sigh, raising an eyebrow as I turn in my friend’s direction. I only receive an eye roll in return as he lets himself hit the back of his seat. 

 "Okay, listen up. Party at my house tonight. Bit more secluded. And Y/n,” Tom addresses me personally, “you better show this time. It’s always the same with you.”

My eyes widen and I let my flat hand hit the table, the sound of my ring on my middle finger hitting the table chiming through the filled hall. 

 "I can’t help my parents won’t let me go, Tom. Stop being a bitch, I have a life outside of your boring parties.“ The whole group hollers at my comeback and I’m sick of even being here. I’m sure other people had actual, real friends and were enjoying themselves a lot more. This felt like a daily one-hour torture. 

 My gaze flicks back over to Calum as I slump in my seat, Tom mumbling something about me being a bitch and I see Calum already staring at me. Well I just yelled throughout the whole hall and I’m sure he heard what I had said. 

He surprises me by raising his thumb in the air, silently asking if I were okay while he raises his eyebrows in wonder. I shrug my shoulders in response and bite my lip, shaking my head as I focus back on my sandwich in front of me. 

 "Y/n! Are you fucking kidding me?” Tom’s voice squeaks loudly through the dining hall again and I can feel all eyes on me. I raise my head, jaw locked in an angry manner as I can feel my eyebrow twitch. 

“Can you keep that hole of yours shut long enough that I can enjoy my meal in silence, Tom? You think you can do that?” I seethe, all eyes glued on this exchange. 

 Tom is simply gaping at me as I push myself upright, my lips pursed as I nod towards Jordan. “I’ll probably text you later.” And without another word to any of them, I stalk of towards the back, throwing my lunch in the thrash with a dramatic dunk as I hear the doors fall closed behind me with a loud, hollow thud. 

 I couldn’t help that Calum stroking himself was all that had clouded my mind today. It hasn’t helped when I saw he was wearing my favourite shirt on him, along with the tightest skinny jeans I might have ever seen on a male. His bum looked so incredible in those pants and I was doing it again. I sigh as I let out a breathless, humourless chuckle and let my back hit the brick wall rather forcefully. 

 "You okay there?“ I completely tense up when I hear his deep voice, my core responding immediately as I think back of the words he had spoken to me yesterday. 

Enjoyed the show?

 "I - uh - yeah. Yeah I’m fine.” I relax my tense features and grant Calum a tiny smile. 

“Tom’s a dick.” Calum suddenly blurts, looking down and biting his lip. He seems to be refraining from speaking up but when he does my eyes widen in shock and amusement. 

“But you have been distracted lately..” He lifts his gaze to meet mine and his eyebrows raise, the smirk on his lips only growing when I don’t respond. 

 "I can’t help myself. Like when someone gives me a show, I can’t help but watch.“ I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly, my own grin breaking through. Calum shakes his head but can’t keep the smile off of his lips as he backs away. 

"Glad you’re okay though, Y/n. See you in physics.”

 I can’t help but keep staring at the spot where Calum had stood five minutes ago, my brain taking over last night’s events, along with his words just now - was he flirting?

 I drag my bum over to physics, two hours of torture for everyone else, but not for me. I didn’t understand it enough for it to be torture for me. I see Sophie and Daisy sit in the front and I almost growl at the sight of them. Then I spot Calum and his mate Luke, sitting near the back. There’s a spot behind Luke and I pick up the pace to claim that. 

 "Y/n! What are you doing? Come here!“ Daisy whisper-yells over towards me while waving her arms in the air like a lunatic. I roll my eyes and focus on the notes from yesterday, the homework I didn’t do thanks to Calum. 

"Uh-oh. Troubles in poppy paradise?” Luke grins as he leans back, upper body turned towards me. I lift my gaze and see Calum furrow his eyebrows at me as well. 

 "Not that’s any of your business but I enjoy some peace and quiet every once in a while.“ I huff out, keeping my eyes trained on my notes as I desperately try to fix this exercise I should’ve done yesterday. 

"Aren’t you feisty today.” Luke starts, turning his upper body more towards me, his grin changing into a smirk and I’m ready to smack him across the head with my calculator before Calum comes to my aid. 

 "Luke, leave her alone. She doesn’t have to be with her mates, has she?“ Calum raises an eyebrow in Luke’s direction as Luke’s eyes widen. I see Calum glance towards me and I purse my lips, giving him a tiny smile and a nod of my head. 

"Since when are you so protective of her? She’s just a neighbour and one of the populars, Cal. Damn.” Luke rolls his eyes and turns to the front of the class, ignoring me and his best mate. It seemed as if Luke was insinuating that Calum had stood up for me before and the thought alone makes my heart swell.

 "Here.“ Calum slides his answer sheet towards me, my teeth sinking into my lip as I try to hide the wide grin from breaking through. 

"One-time deal, Y/n.” Calum shakes his head with a laugh and I start copying his notes, making a mental note to thank him profusely later. 

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“Calum!” I yell down the otherwise empty street as he flashes me by on his board. I hear the wheels of his skateboard screech as he comes to a halt and I jog up to him, his foot still on his plank. “Yeah?”

 "I haven’t thanked you properly for helping me out. If I don’t get my grades up, I’m screwed.“ I shake my head as I look at the floor, seeing Calum’s battered old vans adorning his feet. 

"Ah, it’s nothing Y/n. Don’t worry about it.” He hoists his bag higher up his shoulder, ready to turn around before his head seems to click. 

 "Did you get anything from the class today?“ I shake my head no as I bite my lip. I was sure to fail this class this year and I really dreaded telling my parents I had failed yet another class. 

"I don’t know why. I used to be pretty decent. I think I got dumber.” I shrug my shoulders as I start walking again, passing Calum on my way towards our street. 

 "I know you’re smart. You just need another learning method.“ Calum catches up to me, his skateboard underneath his armpit as he steps into pace with me. "I wish I knew how when where and whatever because I am not spending my summer revising physics.” I groan, throwing my head back and I feel my hair tie slip from my pony tail. 

 Calum is quick to bend down and retrieve my hair tie for me, granting me an amazing view from his round, toned bum. I let out a sigh and my eyes widen as Calum raises back to his original height and he gives me a cocked eyebrow. “You okay?”

I ruffle my hair as I take the tie from him, smirking when I see him give me a once over as I flip my head to redo the pony tail. 

“Oh I’m just great, Cal.”

 "Want to do our physics homework together?“ Calum suddenly asks when we’ve already walked half of the route in complete silence and both of our houses come into view. I contemplate whether or not this is a smart idea, but I do need some help with my class and spending more time around Calum isn’t something I would mind at all. 

 "Yeah, uh, sure.” I grant Calum with a toothy grin and follow him up the steps into his own house. The house seems vacant as he yells to no one in particular that he’s home. 

Calum motions his head for me to follow him and I tentatively take slow steps up towards the first floor, probably towards his bed room. 

 He drops his book bag onto his bed, skateboard disappearing underneath, but my gaze is locked on his opened window. From here, you had a clear view into almost all in my bedroom - including the en-suite bathroom. My eyes widen dramatically when I realize Calum might have seen me naked way more times than I can imagine and I hear a chuckle in my right ear as he stands directly behind me. I can feel his presence, his whole body almost touching me but not quite.

 "You aren’t the only one with a view, dear.“ I’m completely frozen, by the revelation I just received but also with Calum being so close to me when all I had done since yesterday was thinking about how hot he looked while stroking himself. 

 "You knew?” I breathe, biting harshly on my bottom lip when his fingertips start tickling along my lower back and hips, feverishly awaiting Calum’s answer. He hums in return, head still next to mine as I let my eyes flutter closed again. 

 "You were wearing a skirt yesterday. Don’t you think something like that gets me… Riled up?“ Calum breathes against my neck, his lips brushing along the skin on my shoulder as he lets his hands rest on my hips. My complete body is in shivers and I open my eyes and keep my gaze trained on the window, seeing my own bed clearly from where I’m standing. I can’t help but let my eyelids droop closed as he bites down onto the tender flesh where my neck meets my shoulder, slightly falling backwards against Calum’s frame. 

 "I - uh -” I stutter, trying to keep my eyes open as my fingers lace with his while his hands roam over my stomach. “Wiggling your ass. Watching me when I come home. I have to say, it kind of turns me on. You being such a voyeur.” Calum laughs breathlessly against my neck and I could feel my cheeks flame like no tomorrow, trying to pull away from Calum in embarrassment. I never thought he would’ve seen me. 

 "I’ve watched you play with yourself too, Y/n. Don’t worry. Maybe you should close your curtains if you didn’t want the horny male next door to get off on your moans.“ Even though the embarrassment is still very much present, his words arouse me rapidly. Calum was an attractive guy and my ego could only be stroked when he admitted he enjoyed me

 A soft moan slips past my lips and I feel Calum tense up behind me. "Oh, you like that?”

I hum in return but squeak out when his teeth sink into my neck, probably leaving a mark. My fingertips dig into the backs of his hands, one of his hands creeping up to rest between my breasts. He pushes me closer with that hand, feeling his hardening cock press against my back. I can’t help but arch my back just the slightest bit, pressing my bum flush against Calum. 

 "I never thought I’d get any more than that quick look.“ Calum breathes, drawing my attention away from the lovely assault on my neck. "Why?” I mumble, grinding my hips against him which draws a deep throated moan from the tan male. 

 "I’m a band geek? You’re probably the most popular girl in school?“ His voice goes up in the end, indicating he was questioning me rather than granting me the information. 

"Maybe but you’re an amazingly hot band geek.” I growl as I turn around, pressing my breasts against Calum’s front and smack our lips together. Calum takes a few moments to respond, but he relaxes into the kiss and soon he’s fighting me for dominance, his fingers clawing at the exposed skin near my hips. 

 "Y/n…“ Calum breathes apprehensively, pushing at my hips to detach me from his body. I raise an eyebrow, pursing my lips as I wait for him to speak. 

"Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. I mean I don’t want to single handedly ruin your rep.”

 "Why is everyone so focused on reputations? I don’t care that you’re not in our friend clique, I want you. Now.“ I growl and press myself back against Calum, drawing a chuckle from his lips and he guides me over to his unmade bed. 

 I drop onto said unmade bed with a hollow thud, letting out a giggle as he crawls on top of me. His face lingers inches above mine, our lips merely brushing. A few months ago I wouldn’t have even thought about making out on Calum’s bed. Hell I wouldn’t even have thought I’d ever get a chance to talk to him outside of our neighbour barbecues Joy hosted. And even then I never actually spoke to him. 

 I can’t take it any longer and pull him closer to me by the neck, pressing our lips together briskly. I moan into Calum’s mouth, his tongue already swiping along my bottom for entrance. I pull my legs up, Calum dropping between them and I let my foot glide along his calve. I can’t keep still as I curve my hips up to grind against Calum’s pelvis, making Calum moan into my mouth. 

 My hands wander over his toned, muscular back towards his bum and I give it a rough squeeze. I have always wanted to do that and I can’t help myself when I smile against Calum’s lips. "What?” He breathes as he retracts, opening his eyes, slowly blinking as he licks his dry lips. 

 "Nothing.“ I chuckle, pulling him back down and pressing my hands to his bum so his hips would run against mine. I curl my chest up into him and now he retracts again, only to let his lips kiss along my jaw to my neck, to the valley of my breasts. He starts unbuttoning my shirt along his way, cupping my breasts through my bra and I let low moans escape from my lips. 

 He continues his way south, popping the button of my jeans and dragging them along my legs. I pull his shirt near his shoulder to imply I wanted it off, and Calum easily obliges. 

He cups my core through my underwear and I loudly moan out, grasping the sheets as I can feel the red hue crawl onto my neck and cheeks. 

 "That’s it sweetheart, let the neighbours hear who makes you feel this good.” He groans as he hooks his fingers in my underwear, slowly dragging it down my legs and exposing my core to him. He throws my legs over his shoulders as he kisses along my thigh, sending tingles throughout my whole body. 

 He wastes no time in pressing his lips against my clit, making me gasp out loudly as my fingers curl into Calum’s hair. He lets out a laugh against me, sending the vibrations shooting up my spine. His fingers toy with my entrance and I’m already a mess when he presses one finger into me. 

 I’m not sure if it’s because I had been hot and bothered all day or Calum knew what he was doing – probably both – but I was rapidly approaching my impending orgasm. 

“Cal I -”  Calum abruptly stops his assault, giving one short lick to my clit with the tip of his tongue before he sits back up on his knees. 

 "Oh no, you’re not coming now.“ I groan, fisting the sheets and involuntarily pressing my hips up, hoping he’d let me come with his gentle assault with his tongue. 

Calum takes his sweet time undressing in front of me, pushing his jeans and boxers down his long legs. He walks over to his dresser to retrieve a condom. As he slides it on, he lets his gaze wander over my exposed body and I squirm underneath his gaze. 

 "Oh how I’ve thought about this.” Calum mumbles, kissing my collar bone as he lines himself up with me. “Did you -?” I question, racking my nail along his chest as I wait for him to answer. 

“Think about you when I jack off?” He hums and I can feel my core tingle just as he presses himself into me, making his name fall off of my lips in a whisper. 

 His thrusts are rather rhythmical in the beginning, but when he hits the right spot inside of me I can feel my orgasm rapidly appear again. When my nails dig into his bottom, Calum groans out loudly and he picks up the pace, his hips moving in irregular sharp motions. “Oh Cal -” I moan his name loudly, arching my back into him as he pounds into me. 

 "That’s it, baby. Let them know I make you feel this good.“ Calum groans as I see his biceps twitch. He isn’t far from orgasming as well and I bring my hand between my legs to run along my clit, clenching around Calum’s throbbing cock. 

 "Y/n… God.” He groans gruffly, slamming particularly hard into me and I spiral into my orgasm, clenching my eyes shut and chanting Calum’s name over and over again. Calum keeps chasing his own orgasm and when it hits, his arms give out and he falls into me with a loud thud, a groan leaving my lips as my whole body tingles. 

 He rolls off of me and discards his condom in the bin, rolling back onto his back and turning his head to grin at me. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted that.”

“Watch out, I might outdo you.” I grin, kissing his pectoral as I throw my leg over his exposed crotch. Calum makes a move to pull the blanket over us both, his arm thrown over my shoulder so I can lay on his chest. 

 The night had come rather quickly, dawn already parted as I gaze out of Calum’s window. I turn towards Calum, letting my nails rake along his chest to gather his attention. His eyes open slowly, blinking a few times as he focuses on my face. 

“Ready for round two?” I grin, biting my lip as I crawl on top of him. 

“Don’t you have a party to go to?” He mumbles as I crawl down the bed, lining my head with his already twitching cock. I can’t help but lick my lips in anticipation. 

 "I’d rather finish this party.“

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This is the first run I’ve had in a while where I’ve felt pretty good. My legs were still heavy from a longer run on Sunday, but I felt really good. I thought my watch was off on the first split because my pace seemed too fast, but I kept it up. I wasn’t pushing hard but I fell into a nice pace.

I think the big difference is that I’ve dropped some weight in the past three weeks. My conditioning hasn’t changed much, but I’m hauling less weight.

I’ve still got problems with my leg, but I’m managing to get a few runs in per week. Combined with the elliptical, I’m getting back into half decent shape.

The only bad part of today’s run was that a bird attacked me. It swooped down and grabbed my head. Looking at that mess of hair in my selfie, I can kinda see what got him so upset.

anonymous asked:

beefcake Max with realistic!Max's face,,,, ple ase,,, *faints from thirst*

I think I know who you are. Anyways…

It’s so weird trying to mash a beefy body to realistic Veers/Julian Glover, so I ended up combining some of his features with my drawing style to make this drawing look remotely decent OTL

Is anything real?

!!! Really quick warning!!!!
This includes panic attacks and derealization, so if that bothers you, please don’t read! Thanks!

“Calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down.” Evan kept whispering as he sat on his bed at 1:32 AM, he took in a rasped breath, attempting to remember the stupid fucking breathing techniques that never even worked anyways. This was one of his usual freak outs. He felt major derealization, and it had made him panic, was he dreaming? Was anything real? He couldn’t manage to figure it out. He curled himself up as he grabbed ahold of his hair, pulling on it, “Stop, stop, stop.” He hissed, wiping the tears off his face, frustrated. In the heat of the moment, he texted Connor, “Hey, is everything real? Or am I dreaming?” He quickly sent it, he just needed some kind of reassurance, even if his mind was racing. Evan lucid dreamt a lot, to the point that when everything was calm and quiet, he felt like he was in a dream. And when he realized he was dreaming, he would panic, and it would turn into a nightmare. So he shook, now scrambling to the corner of his room, where nothing could come up behind him, in case it turned into a nightmare. He buried his head in his knees, his whole body involuntary shaking. He knew he was supposed to breathe slow, but how the hell was that even possible when he was so scared? Evan knew that trick was bullshit, at least for him. He hadn’t been able to find any coping methods that worked. Evan dug his fingernails into his arm as he attempted to push himself farther into the corner. Evan flinched when he heard his door open, God, here it fucking was! The stupid fucking serial killer or monster in the dream. Evan screamed when a hand touched his arm, he defensively swung out, his eyes shut tight, because if he couldn’t see it, it couldn’t hurt him, right? That’s how dreams worked! When the unknown figure fell back, Evan opened his eyes, only to see Connor on the ground. Evan’s eyes grew wide, “Shit! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to, I thought, I don’t know what I thought? I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Evan scrambled, trying to speak while he gasped for air, his heart pounding out of his chest. Connor kind of just stared for a moment, “What the hell is happening to you?” He snapped, “Are you high?” Connor questioned, in a now impressed tone. Evan shook his head quickly, before putting his head back in between his legs, trying to calm himself down. Connor probably thought he was a total weirdo, he was probably going to tell everyone everything, and then everyone would hate Evan even more, and the thought of that made Evan panic more. But much to Evan’s surprise, Connor moved closer, “What can I do, Hansen?” He asked, his tone less harsh than usual. Evan quickly held out his hand, his head still in between his knees. Connor hesitated before taking it. “We’re real, right?” Evan whispered. “Yeah, we’re real, it’s all real. You’re not dreaming, I promise.” Evan nodded, before looking up at Connor, they made eye contact, and Evan felt his face flush, he quickly closed his eyes tight and shook his head, “No! I don’t believe you! You’re not real.” Evan grimaced at the sound of his voice. Connor squeezed Evan’s hand, “Evan, there’s one thing you should know about me, I never break promises. I am not lying to you. I swear.” Connor said calmly. Evan didn’t respond. After about ten minutes of just Connor squeezing his hand and just talking about things that were real, Evan started to calm down, he read somewhere that panic attacks could only last twenty minutes, he wondered if that had only been twenty minutes, because it felt like hours. He took a few deep breaths, and finally brought his head up. Connor blinked, still holding his hand. “Are you okay now? What happened?” Connor asked. Evan nodded “Yeah, I think so? I um, it was a panic attack.” He muttered, “A common symptom is derealization, and it makes it really worse,” Connor looked decently confused. “Basically, it’s where I feel like nothing is real, and that I’m dreaming. I usually don’t get this bad, but I didn’t take my meds today and I guess that kind of…” he trailed off, Connor hadn’t let go of his hand. “Why’d you come over?” Evan asked, Connor raised his eyebrows, “You texted me, and I got worried when you didn’t reply.” He explained. Evan nodded, “Thank you, for worrying about me. I’m sorry, that sounded weird, like really weird.” Evan suddenly felt arms wrap around him, hugging him tight. Evan froze, his muscles tensing up as Connor embraced him. “Fuck Hansen, you really scared me.” Connor said. “Oh um, I’m I, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, to like cause you trouble, I’m sorry you had to come all the way over here,” Evan sputtered, uncomfortable at the sudden touch, but also not that uncomfortable, it was all confusing, and extremely tiring. Connor pulled away, standing up. Evan rose to his feet, still sort of shaking. “Hey, next time that happens, if there is a next time, call me and I’ll come over, okay?” Evan stared in shock, before slowly nodding his head, “Thank you, Connor.”

have you ever tried to capture a beautiful scene? and your picture just won’t do it justice! i tried to take a picture of this beautiful beach in the sun and i just couldn’t capture how stunning it was!! as a total picture nerd 🤓 it’s so so frustrating!!

do you know what that reminds me of? when you look in the mirror and think “hey i look alright today” and you get your camera out, and you can’t get one what we deem “decent” picture!!! next time that happens to you remind yourself that you are absolutely beautiful, and the camera probably can’t do you justice!!! you are sunshiny day that is too beautiful to capture!! the camera can’t define you, you are beautiful, so so beautiful ❤️🌞

Brooding Minds Think Alike

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You’re having a shit day. Bucky’s having a shit day. Why not have a shit day together.

Warnings: Angst, but the kind of angst from having a really bad day. Also language.

Word Count: 1763 lol this got out of hand – just like my day!

A/N: I was in such a snarky mood when I wrote this haha! At least I feel better now. Italicised text indicates thoughts.

Originally posted by sassyelf-mage

If there was one law of the universe that you hated the most, it had to be this one: anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.

And today, everything was going wrong.

It all started at 4:53am, when your aching body decided that despite returning to the compound late last night from a mission, 3 hours of sleep was enough. But it was fine. Whatever. It’s not like your alarm was going to go off at 5:20am anyways. So you got up and made your way to the kitchen for the only thing that was worth getting out of bed for – breakfast.

And at first it was great. Your porridge was a decently stodgy texture and you didn’t spill any blueberries. Life was awesome. Until you reached for your favourite part, the banana on top. The banana that apparently the Star Spangled Man With a Plan had so righteously snatched from your fruit bowl because of his ‘potassium helps sore muscles’ bullshit. Not that you were pointing fingers and naming names. You were just 99.7% certain that the two of you were the only people in the compound who liked bananas.

Asshole.

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“I would like a nice, frilly dress. And if it’s not haute couture, I’ll make YOU wear it!”

Today is the birthday of my favorite female character from Awakening- the beautiful sassy bitch that is Maribelle.

What style! What beauty! What grace! Maribelle seriously kicks ass, I love her.

I tried a kinda new art style on this one. I think the coloring is some of the best I’ve done, I absolutely suck at digital painting but I think this looks quite decent. I’m pleased. The drawing itself though… eh. Could be better, the eyes are definitely a bit too bug-ish. Oh well, win some lose some.

What Happens In Vegas: Part 8

A Bucky x Reader / AU drabble series

Master List

A/N: To celebrate reaching 4k followers today, I decided to put out part 8! Sadly, I’m so busy that I never have time to do decent celebrations. But i want you all to know how amazing you are, and how much I appreciate and love you. You guys are so amazing, and I do this for you. Thank you to my amazing friend @bovaria for looking over this for me. She is one of the biggest reasons why I am even somewhat established in this fandom, and I love her so much. Let me know what you think. I love hearing from all of you ♥

Word Count: 1,287

Warnings:
- language.
- slight violence.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

“Steve!” you shrieked, as Bucky’s back made contact with the floor with a dull thud; the back of his head bouncing off the carpet, a thick trickle of blood running down his lip from his nose. “What the fuck?!”

Steve’s fist was still cocked back, waiting to distribute another blow. There was a splatter of Bucky’s blood across his knuckles, his chest rising and falling, his face and neck turning angry red. You immediately felt like you were going to be sick, your stomach churning inside like a stormy sea.

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@kookmiinie (ty!! 💖) tagged me to do this like 4 billion years ago & i finally looked decent today so here we are ✌️

i’ll tag @blood-sweat-and-sin, @chimchim-cheree, @velvethoseok, @hoseokloved, @tensdreams, @lovutae, & @poeticyoungjae bc i love you all 💞

Disney’s ‘Sword in the Stone’ rp starters
  • “You fiendish _____, you!”
  • “Hang it all! Hang it all!”
  • “A dark age indeed!”
  • “No electricity.. no.. nothing!”
  • “Oh now what?!”
  • “Everything complicated!”
  • “Now, let me see. (She/He) should be here in.. half an hour.”
  • “Heh. we’ll just see.”
  • “If I ever get my hands on you.. I’ll ring your scrawny little neck so help me I will!“
  • “Go on, it’s your skin not mine!”
  • “There is is!”
  • “Oh, so you did decide to drop in for tea after all!”
  • “You are a bit late, you know.”
  • “I beg your pardon?!”
  • “Now you must forgive (him/her), (she/he)’s only a _____.”
  • “I happen to be a _____, a ______, a _____!”
  • “Would you care for sugar?”
  • “Manners manners manners! Guests first, you know that!”
  • “Oh, oh yes that’s very good! Yes, yes.. AH- NO NO NO NO NO!”
  • “When, when - blast is all - WHEN!!”
  • “Impudent piece of crockery!”
  • “You can’t grow up without a decent education.”
  • “Very well! We’ll pack and be on our way!”
  • “But sir, I don’t have any problems!”
  • “See, that’s the trouble with the world today.”
  • “I don’t have any muscle!”
  • “But I don’t have the time!”
  • “Ohhh the devil take it!”
  • “After all, I took (him/her) in..”
  • “Now look here _____, what’s the idea of gallivanting off into the _____ and worrying the living daylights out of everybody?!”
  • “And I most certainly agree!”
  • “Oh come off it man! Gadzooks!”
  • “What the devil are you up to?!”
  • “Alright, _____, turn it off! I’m convinced!”
  • “But if (he/she) thinks (he/she) can get rid of me, I’ve got news for that old walrus!”
  • “Something tells me you’re all wet!”
  • “I’ve got big news from ____! Big news!”
  • “..I’ll turn you into a human!”
  • “You wouldn’t dare.”
  • “I will, so help me I will!”
  • “What’s all the big news about _____?”
  • “To the winner of this tournament, goes the crown!” (good for a royal AU)
  • Perhaps if you’d knuckle down to your studies!”
  • “HEEEAAADS UP!!”
  • “Can’t you remember one blasted thing?”
  • “Now just a moment!”
  • “You keep loosing your grip!”
  • “It’s a highly developed science!”
  • “I intend to cheat, of course. Use magic.. every last trick in the trade, if I have to.”
  • “That’s easy, I’ve done that lots of times!”
  • “Now if you please, I say good day to the both of them.”
  • “When he stays out all night, he gets grumpy.”
  • *Bonks on the head with a stick*
  • “So, you thought you could take right off like a shot, didn’t you?”
  • “You have to your brain, for a change.”
  • “That’s what makes the world go ‘round!”
  • “____, I swallowed a bug!”
  • “Don’t just wait, and trust in fate.”
  • “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.”
  • “Ohhh you big bug-eyed bully you!”
  • “Who? Me?”
  • “No sense in going around and insulting bulfrogs.”
  • “No no! Now’s your chance _____! Prove my point!”
  • “Did you get the point?!”
  • “What in.. blazes?!”
  • “What in thunder is a monster like that doing in the ____?!”
  • “How in the world did you ever get out of that mess?!”
  • “I did nothing of the sort!”
  • “He/She’s either out of (his/her) head, or there’s something fishy going on around here.”
  • “What did I tell you? Look before you leap!”
  • “Don’t take gravity too lightly or it’ll catch up with you!”
  • “Well, that’s nature again. But, I’m afraid there’s no time to explain.”
  • “oOOhhh.. leave me alone!”
  • “Impossible.. Impossible!”
  • “I tried to tell you.”
  • “You know (lad/lass), that ‘love’ business is a powerful thing.”
  • “Just because you can’t understand something it.. it doesn’t mean it’s wrong!”
  • “You make all the rules and no one else can say anything!”
  • “All that popping off just cooked your goose.”
  • “That’ll teach you to pop off, you little pipsqueak.”
  • “I’m sorry.. I spoiled everything.”
  • “… Universe?”
  • “Fist, I want you to read these books.”
  • “What? What? And I don’t suppose you don’t know how to write?”
  • “I have NOTHING to do with your future-istic-fiddle-faddle!”
  • “I am about to prove otherwise if you care to watch!”
  • “I never.. Never in my..”
  • “I have been there! I have seen it!”
  • “I’ve always dreamed about flying.”
  • “Then I suppose everybody’s dreamed about flying.”
  • “Alright, (Mr./Ms). Know-it-all! He’s YOUR pupil!”
  • “You’re a natural!”
  • “Sounds like someone’s sick! How lovely! Something dreadful!”
  • “_____ changed me with (his/her) magic!”
  • “I find delight in the gruesome and grim!”
  • “It comes easy to me!”
  • “Want a bet?”
  • “I win I win!”
  • “So my (boy/girl)… I’ll have to destroy you.”
  • “I’m mad about games.”
  • “I’ll take care of you later, feather-brains!”
  • “ (He/She) only makes rules so she can break them!”
  • “A fine monkey suit for polishing boots!”
  • “And I thought you were going to amount to something. I thought you had a few brains!”
  • “I.. left it back at the Inn.”
  • “Better leave it alone!”
  • “Not come on quick, let’s get out of here!”
  • “Yes! Prove it!”
  • “Looks like we’re surrounded, (boy/gir).”
  • “One big modern mess!”
whole hearted

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i mentioned it before, but i entered a sort of writing competition. today i found out that i wasn’t selected for recognition.
this past year has been really hard. it’s been less of learning ‘you can’t always get what you want’ and more of learning 'you can never get what you want. ever.’ every single time i’ve gone for something, a position or an award or quite literally anything, i’ve been shot down. i can’t think of anything that i’ve wanted and gone for that i’ve gotten in the past…..7 months at least. and i keep trying to tell myself that it doesn’t mean anything and that it’s worth it to keep going but. it’s getting really really hard
writing this was hard. it was near impossible. i’m trying to get better at rejection but i put so much into that submission and i feel like i’ve just been told part of myself wasn’t good enough. they had 8,000 application. my odds were not good. but writing is something that i feel that i’m at least moderately decent at so i thought maybe…
i haven’t told anyone about this yet. i haven’t cried. i’ve been shaking a lot. so this is me. trying to move on and comfort myself. of course the first thing i write for the ot4 is depressing, that just seems to be my mo. i just needed lots of characters’ comfort and this is the best i can do


Marinette buries herself in her sketchbook. She won’t let herself get blocked she won’t let herself get blocked.

Her hand is cramped from squeezing her pencil so tight but if she loosens her grip at all she’s going to go back to shaking.

Don’t think about it.

The side of her hand is covered with graphite and it keeps smudging her designs. She’d stop but she can’t. Her heart is wrapped up in anxiety and she can’t breathe properly if she’s not hyper focused. If her mind starts wander then her heartbeat starts racing and her breathing gets all weird. Her head hurts from all of this. Maybe she should just go to bed.

Marinette flips the page. She can keep going. She’ll figure out what they want from her if she designs enough outfits. That’s statistics, right? She’d ask Adrien if she didn’t think her words would betray her.

She’s pretty sure she designed this dress before. Just with different colors and slightly different folds. No wonder no one wants her. She can’t even design an original dress.

She hasn’t cried yet and she’s not going to. She’s stronger than that. She’s developing a thick skin. Rejection can’t hurt her. This is the industry she’s chosen and rejection is a part of it and she’s accepted that and moved on and isn’t hurt. This hasn’t hurt her. It’s fine.

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