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How to Write a Novel:  Tips For Visual Thinkers.

1.  Plotting is your friend.

This is basically a must for all writers (or at least, it makes our job significantly easier/less time consuming/less likely to make us want to rip our hair out by the roots), but visual thinkers tend to be great at plotting.  There’s something about a visible outline that can be inexplicably pleasing to us, and there are so many great ways to go about it.   Here are a few examples: 

  • The Three-Act Structure
    • This one is one of the simplest:  it’s divided into the tried-and-true three acts, or parts, a la William Shakespeare, and includes a basic synopsis of what happens in each.  It’s simple, it’s familiar, it’s easy to add to, and it get’s the job done. 
    • It starts with Act I – i.e. the set-up, or establishing the status quo – which is usually best if it’s the shortest act, as it tends to bore audiences quickly.  This leads to Act II, typically the longest, which   introduces the disruptor and shows how characters deal with it, and is sandwiched by Act III (the resolution.)  
  • The Chapter-by-Chapter
    • This is the one I use the most.  It allows you to elucidate on the goings on of your novel in greater detail than the quintessential three act synopsis generally could, fully mapping out your manuscript one chapter at a time.  The descriptions can be as simple or as elaborate as you need them to be, and can be added to or edited throughout the progression of your novel.
    • Can easily be added to/combined with the three-act structure.
  • The Character Arc(s)
    • This isn’t one that I’ve used a lot, but it can be a lot of fun, particularly for voice-driven/literary works:  instead on focusing on the events of the plot, this one centralizes predominantly around the arc of your main character/characters.  As with its plot-driven predecessors, it can be in point-by-point/chapter-by-chapter format, and is a great way to map out character development.  
  • The Tent Moments
    • By “tent moments,” I mean the moments that hold up the foundation (i.e. the plot) of the novel, in the way that poles and wires hold up a tent.  This one builds off of the most prevalent moments of the novel – the one’s you’re righting the story around – and is great for writers that want to cut straight to the action.  Write them out in bullet points, and plan the rest of the novel around them.
  • The Mind Map
    • This one’s a lot of fun, and as an artist, I should probably start to use it more.  It allows you to plot out your novel the way you would a family tree, using doodles, illustrations, and symbols to your heart’s content.  Here’s a link to how to create basic mind maps on YouTube.

2.  “Show don’t tell” is probably your strong suit.

If you’re a visual thinker, your scenes are probably at least partially originally construed as movie scenes in your head.  This can be a good thing, so long as you can harness a little of that mental cinematography and make your readers visualize the scenes the way you do.

A lot of published authors have a real big problem with giving laundry lists of character traits rather than allowing me to just see for myself.  Maybe I’m spoiled by the admittedly copious amounts of fanfiction I indulge in, where the writer blissfully assumes that I know the characters already and let’s the personalities and visuals do the talking.  Either way, the pervasive “telling” approach does get tedious.

Here’s a hypothetical example.  Let’s say you wanted to describe a big, tough, scary guy, who your main character is afraid of.  The “tell” approach might go something like this:

Tommy was walking along when he was approached by a big, tough, scary guy who looked sort of angry.

“Hey, kid,” said the guy.  “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to a friend’s house,” Tommy replied.  

I know, right?  This is Boring with a capital ‘B.’  

On the other hand, let’s check out the “show” approach:

The man lumbered towards Tommy, shaved head pink and glistening in the late afternoon sun.  His beady eyes glinted predatorily beneath the thick, angry bushes of his brows.

“Hey, kid,” the man grunted, beefy arms folded over his pot belly.  “Where are you going?” 

“I’m going to a friend’s house,” Tommy replied, hoping the man didn’t know that he was ditching school.

See how much better that is?  We don’t need to be told the man is big, tough, and scary looking because the narrative shows us, and draws the reader a lot more in the process.  

This goes for scene building, too.  For example: 

Exhibit A:

Tyrone stepped out onto his balcony.  It was a beautiful night.

Lame.  

Exhibit B: 

Tyrone stepped out onto his balcony, looking up at the inky abyss of the night sky, dotted with countless stars and illuminated by the buttery white glow of the full moon.

Much better.

3.  But conversely, know when to tell.

A book without any atmosphere or vivid, transformative descriptors tends to be, by and large, a dry and boring hunk of paper.  That said, know when you’re showing the reader a little too much.

Too many descriptors will make your book overflow with purple prose, and likely become a pretentious read that no one wants to bother with.

So when do you “tell” instead of “show?”  Well, for starters, when you’re transitioning from one scene to the next.

For example:

As the second hand of the clock sluggishly ticked along, the sky ever-so-slowly transitioning from cerulean, to lilac, to peachy sunset.  Finally, it became inky black, the moon rising above the horizon and stars appearing by the time Lakisha got home.

These kind of transitions should be generally pretty immemorable, so if yours look like this you may want to revise.

Day turned into evening by the time Lakisha got home. 

See?  It’s that simple.

Another example is redundant descriptions:  if you show the fudge out of a character when he/she/they are first introduced and create an impression that sticks with the reader, you probably don’t have to do it again.  

You can emphasize features that stand out about the character (i.e. Milo’s huge, owline eyes illuminated eerily in the dark) but the reader probably doesn’t need a laundry list of the character’s physical attributes every other sentence.  Just call the character by name, and for God’s sake, stay away from epithets:  the blond man.  The taller woman.  The angel.  Just, no.  If the reader is aware of the character’s name, just say it, or rework the sentence. 

All that said, it is important to instill a good mental image of your characters right off the bat.

Which brings us to my next point…

4.  Master the art of character descriptions.

Visual thinkers tend to have a difficult time with character descriptions, because most of the time, they tend to envision their characters as played their favorite actors, or as looking like characters from their favorite movies or TV shows.

That’s why you’ll occasionally see characters popping up who are described as looking like, say, Chris Evans.  

It’s a personal pet peeve of mine, because A) what if the reader has never seen Chris Evans?  Granted, they’d probably have to be living on Mars, but you get the picture:  you don’t want your readers to have to Google the celebrity you’re thirsting after in order for them to envision your character.  B) It’s just plain lazy, and C) virtually everyone will know that the reason you made this character look like Chris Evans is because you want to bang Chris Evans.  

Not that that’s bad or anything, but is that really what you want to be remembered for?

Now, I’m not saying don’t envision your characters as famous attractive people – hell, that’s one of the paramount joys of being a writer.  But so’s describing people!  Describing characters is a lot of fun, draws in the reader, and really brings your character to life.

So what’s the solution?  If you want your character to look like Chris Evans, describe Chris Evans.

Here’s an example of what I’m talking about:

Exhibit A:

The guy got out of the car to make sure Carlos was alright, and holy cow, he looked just like Dean Winchester!

No bueno.  Besides the fact that I’m channeling the writing style of 50 Shades of Grey a little here, everyone who reads this is going to process that you’re basically writing Supernatural fanfiction.  That, or they’ll have to Google who Dean Winchester is, which, again, is no good.

Exhibit B:  

The guy got out of the car to make sure Carlos was alright, his short, caramel blond hair stirring in the chilly wind and a smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose.  His eyes were wide with concern, and as he approached, Carlos could see that they were gold-tinged, peridot green in the late afternoon sun.

Also note that I’m keeping the description a little vague here;  I’m doing this for two reasons, the first of which being that, in general, you’re not going to want to describe your characters down to the last detail.  Trust me.  It’s boring, and your readers are much more likely to become enamored with a well-written personality than they are a vacant sex doll.  Next, by keeping the description a little vague, I effectively manage to channel a Dean Winchester-esque character without literally writing about Dean Winchester.

Let’s try another example: 

Exhibit A:

Charlotte’s boyfriend looked just like Idris Elba. 

Exhibit B:  

Charlotte’s boyfriend was a stunning man, eyes pensive pools of dark brown amber and a smile so perfect that it could make you think he was deliciously prejudiced in your favor.  His skin was dark copper, textured black hair gray at the temples, and he filled out a suit like no other.

Okay, that one may have been because I just really wanted to describe Idris Elba, but you get the point:  it’s more engaging for the reader to be able to imagine your character instead of mentally inserting some sexy fictional character or actor, however beloved they may be.

So don’t skimp on the descriptions!

5.  Don’t be afraid to find inspiration in other media!

A lot of older people recommend ditching TV completely in order to improve creativity and become a better writer.  Personally, if you’ll pardon my French, I think this is bombastic horseshit.  

TV and cinema are artistic mediums the same way anything else is.  Moreover, the sheer amount of fanart and fanfiction – some of which is legitimately better than most published content – is proof to me that you can derive inspiration from these mediums as much as anything else.

The trick is to watch media that inspires you.  I’m not going to say “good media” because that, in and of itself, is subjective.  I, for example, think Supernatural is a fucking masterpiece of intertextual postmodernism and amazing characterization, whereas someone else might think it’s a hot mess of campy special effects and rambling plotlines.  Conversely, one of my best friends loves Twilight, both the movies and the books, which, I’m going to confess, I don’t get at all.  But it doesn’t matter that it isn’t good to me so long as it’s good to her.   

So watch what inspires you.  Consume any whatever movies, books, and shows you’re enthusiastic about, figure out what you love most about them, and apply that to your writing.  Chances are, readers will find your enthusiasm infectious.

As a disclaimer, this is not to say you get a free pass from reading:  I’ve never met a good writer who didn’t read voraciously.  If you’re concerned that you can’t fall in love with books the way you used to (which, sadly, is a common phenomenon) fear not:  I grappled with that problem after I started college, and I’ll be posting an article shortly on how to fall back in love reading.

So in the meanwhile, be sure to follow my blog, and stay tuned for future content!

(This one goes out to my friend, beta reader, and fellow writer @megpieeee, who is a tremendous visual thinker and whose books will make amazing movies someday.)

A-Z NSFW: Jaehyun

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A = Aftercare 
Despite his erratic sex life with you, he does really care about you and can’t walk away without knowing you’re 100% on the up and up after his  jackrabbit fucking. Making sure you’re okay, 100% pleased, whatever marks he’s given you(even just hickies) aren’t like…deadly. Jaehyun’s pretty adamant about making sure the mood is toned back down, and he gets really lovey with soft forehead kisses, hugs, and coos about how he loves you before he lets you move on with the day. 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 
Hands down his favorite body part on you is your hands, he loves feeling your hands grasping at his biceps, clutching his back, gripping his neck as he takes you, he just loves how he can feel the desperation for his touch in your touch. On the flip side, if he had to pick on himself, it’s his mouth. mostly because he’s a talker. He loves how just a trace of his lips against your neck, breathing words of lust against your skin has you shuddering and begging for him to do what he says he will, for him to please do something. Just his words can turn you to mush, and that’s true power in his mind.

C = Cum 
Nana says Jaehyun is a very dirty kind of boy, he makes a goddamn mess when he comes. If you’re in bed, he can’t just be a normal person and do it in you or on you, no he’s just got to make a mess so it’s a definite need to change the sheets afterwards. If it’s outside the bedroom, you need to mop the floor, he’s done dripped it everywhere. It’s honestly such a problem you’ve started to make him carry a handkerchief because it’s too stressful to find something to clean up with when you’re in a goddamn empty practice room with jizz on the floor. 

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 
Lord knows how you didn’t wake up, but he’d worn you out and you were sleeping so peacefully, he’d feel horrible if he woke you up just to deal with his hard cock again. What choice did he have…besides jerking off right beside you in bed while he got an eyeful of your naked body from your activities just hours before? Again, how did he not wake you up…a mystery, but he’s not going to mention it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Ok y’all, we know Jeffrey lived in America for four years, we’ve tainted him as a person. He’s breathed our air long enough, we’ve infected him.Top that with being close to Johnny aka America’s #1 Fuck Boi, if he hasn’t done anything, he sure as hell knows too goddamn much, especially thanks to being around Mr. Oh Daddy telling fucking everyone about our kink secrets. He knows.

F = Favorite position
No matter what, if it’s against a wall, bent over a table, in bed, he’s a very big fan of taking you from behind. Jaehyun thrives off being able to control your hips, either pulling you to meet his thrusts or holding you stationary as he pounds into you, that he can easily trace his fingers up your spine and watch your back arch in response, how he can tug you up so you’re flush against him so his hands can wander over your tummy and chest, softly holding your throat with your head tossed back against his shoulder. Yes…

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Honestly, have you seen Jaehyun??? He goes from 0 to 100 back to 0 in 0.421 seconds. How he is during sex is like flipping a coin to see if a Targaryen will be mad, you just never know my dudes, gotta just roll the dice and hope for the best.  One second you’re just rolling around the bed and giggling and you blink and suddenly you’re both sweating and he’s pinning you down and pounding in to you for all he’s worth. I’ll pray for you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
I think he’s a pretty clean guy? I don’t think he’s the type of guy to completely shave it, I think he’s kind of lazy in that aspect, but I think he definitely does some manscaping. Not always, he doesn’t do it all the time, but he tries to stay on top of keeping it tamed.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
I think sex with Jaehyun is kind of like bunnies, it’s erratic and unplanned and intense, I don’t think he’s very romantic in the bed. But that’s cool, he makes up for it in your relationship, but he does try to go above and beyond for special days like holidays and birthdays. But on the norm, he’s just a horny dog that needs to bury his bone.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)
While his secret involves jerking off beside your sleeping body, he’s not shy with jerking it. Hell, you’ve even done it together a few times, he’s definitely not opposed to it. Obviously he’d much rather be buried in you, but his imagination is quite vivid, Jae’s pretty good at remembering things you’ve done together while he pumps himself in his hand. He’ll take care of himself just fine, but the moment he can, he’s hunting you down to do it right.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Jaehyun’s a marker, he likes nothing more than to mark you. Since he often walks away with red lines down his back, it’s only fair that he gets to cover you in purple flowers. He’d have to ask one day, if he could take a picture, because honestly the trail of hickies spanning from your neck, all over your chest, hips, and thighs are definitely a work of art, he’s particularly proud of them.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
As expected of an NCT boy, no one wants one of the minis to see you sinning. A door with a lock is all that’s needed. Bedroom, bathroom, broom closet, non-window having practice room, anything is idea when he’s in the mood really.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Sort of like Johnny with his hair, you’ve conditioned Jaehyun, because contrary to him being a horny toad, he doesn’t pick up on your subtle hints to let him know you’re in the mood. A quick squeeze of his thigh is your signal, not just a hand on his thigh, since when you’re just chilling, that’s a pretty common display of affection between the two of you. But that one little squeeze, and he instantly knows what’s coming, and he’s on you in the blink of an eye.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
After a scare once near the beginning of your relationship, one of the minis had almost seen you, thank god for blankets though. It’s been an agreement now that if the minis are in the dorm, or around at all, sex is off limits, we have to protect the innocent children, right? Aside from that, although Jaehyun isn’t a very public sex guy, like I said as long as there’s a lock he doesn’t care, but the genuine thought of someone seeing you two in public, literally nothing turns him off more. Jae’s not into the whole idea of being watched while you two do the do.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Jaehyun’s more of a finger guy, he likes being in you buuut he never misses a chance to be between your legs, no matter what. He’s not the most gifted oral giver, he’s kind of a mess really, it’s just a warm up for the main entertainment, the same goes for you going down on him. He’s kind of fidgety in that way, he just can’t wait to be inside you that it seems a bit tedious to him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Jaehyun is a bit of a mix, he’s fast but sensual, he’s not rough but he’s firm with his thrusts. He knows exactly where to hit, what to do, how to work you like a fiddle. Truly, no two people match together as well as you two do.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
This plays into Risk, but he’s down for a good quickie, there’s sooooo many boys around non-stop, there’s rarely a moment when you have a significant amount of time to have privacy, there’s always a mini around of Johnny’s meme ass telling dad jokes, so quickies are a very frequent occurrence. Pulling you in the bathroom for a few minutes, so no one notices you’re both gone is pretty much the norm between you two.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
America is hyper sexual and he’s breathed us, he is infected. Literally people at my old high school just go across the street where there’s these little hidden(not really) cubbyholes and fuck in broad daylight. Bitches got an army of cars lined up and down the streets trying to pick their kids up and you standing over there on the sidewalk with a dick in you smh. Welcome to the good ol’ U S of A. Jaehyun isn’t afraid to do..well anything, with you. Honestly, you call the shots in your relationship, because he complies so easily. It’s not a surprise when he’s pulled into the McDonald’s bathroom for a quick one, he’s down for anything. Truthfully, 90% of your sex life with him, is just experimenting and having fun. Again, I’ll pray for you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Taeyong deadass about to pass out on the floor, then there’s Jae’s ass going from 100 to 0, how is he not dying rn. I suggest you drink lots of water before getting into bed with him, you’re going to need to stay hydrated, this boy has no off switch. I’ll pay your grave a visit, ‘died because of the dicc. rip.’

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Jae and you’ve certainly tried a few, handcuffs and vibrators, all that good stuff, but he’s not really into it? Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it, that his motto. He tried it, didn’t like it. He’d much rather the fun be between you and him, not between you, him, and a plastic dick.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Jaehyun is quite the antsy boy, he can’t handle the teasing. The fun doesn’t start until he’s in you, after all, so thank the stars that he’s too impatient to actually tease you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
I don’t think he’s very loud, he’s a talker, he likes dirty talking his way through it. A very moans might escape when he cums, but as for the sex itself, it’s him winding you up with him telling you how perfect you are, how good you feel, and what he wants to do with your pretty lil self.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Your first time together was so laughable, of fucking course while his dick is in you, Taeyong just had to be calling Jae’s phone to see if he wanted dinner, and of course it had to be Baby Don’t Like It because what else would it ever be? Just the sound of the bed springs in the song and the bed sounds you two were making, you two just had to stop and burst out laughing. Never did call Taeyong back though…poor leader…

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
I asked Nana about this lmao, she’s the dick whisperer……anyways, she said he’s not very long, pretty average(average is like…5 inches hard)in that area, but he’s got the girth to make up for it. Add that to his jackrabbit self, and you got yourself a good dicc.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
I think he has quite a high sex drive, one of the highest of the members, he’s ready to go at any moment, just give him the signal.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Again, how is he not passing out?? Jae isn’t one to get tried easily, you might be passed out cold the second his dick leaves you, but he’s fine and dandy. He might go make tomorrow’s lunch or something, he’s not tired at all, if anything, he’s more energized than when you two started.

Dating Harrison Osterfield Would Include.....

Requested. @tanovic54321

  • Dealing with the intense bromance between Harrison and Tom
  • But never really minding because you adore Tom. 
  • Getting a little jealous though.
  • Harrison finding it cute that you become jealous over his best mate.
  • “Jealous, eh? Don’t be, love.” 
  • Him kissing your forehead. 
  • All the time, actually.
  • Oh, and knuckle kisses. 
  • Whenever he holds your hand, it’s just instinctive for him to kiss your fingers.. 
  • Getting into little arguments about who loves who more. 
  • Said arguments always ending in kisses. 
  • Going out to dinner with his family.
  • Them loving the absolute daylights out of you.
  • His sister looking up to you and begging to have a sleepover so you two can stay up all night hanging out. 
  • His parents telling him that you’re a keeper and keep you close. 
  • Harrison always responding with, “Don’t worry, she’s not going anywhere. Not on my watch.” 
  • His mother always inviting you to her nail appointments to bond. 
  • His father learning what memes are and starting a meme war with you. 
  • Loving every minute you spend with Osterfield’s. 
  • Harrison also enjoying every minute he spends with your family.
  • Your parents approving a hundred percent.
  • Finding out that the reason why Harrison cancelled on your scheduled Monday movie night was because he was spending time with your dad.
  • Being mad at first but getting over it when you see them walk through the door laughing.
  • Realizing that this is what the rest of your life will be. 
  • Being terrified whenever Harrison offers to drive.
  • “Please no.” 
  • “What? I’m a fantastic driver, [Y/N].”
  • “Um….when?” 
  • “I can’t believe this, my own girlfriend is scared to be in a car with me being behind the wheel. What rubbish.” 
  • “Tom, please drive.” 
  • Having lazy days filled with all kinds of movies.
  • Cuddling during said lazy days. 
  • Binge watching every kind of television show.
  • Getting irritated when Harrison doesn’t pay attention to the movies or shows.
  • “Haz, pay attention!”
  • “I am, I am.”
  • “No you’re not.” 
  • “You’re awfully cute when you pout, love.” 
  • “I hate you.”
  • “I don’t think you do.” 
  • Going on long walks with Harrison and Monty. 
  • Taking selfie after selfie with Monty. 
  • Harrison getting jealous when you focus all your attention on the puppers. 
  • Kissing him to shut him up. 
  • Walking in the piss pouring rain because you love it.
  • “Bloody Hell, we’re going to get sick.” 
  • “I don’t care.” 
  • Harrison sticking it out because he loves you.
  • Him always having an extra pair of rain boots and rain coats in his car for himself if he’s with you and for you at his place in case it ever decides to rain. 
  • Waking up at the crack of dawn to watch the sunrise.
  • Harrison getting grumpy but loving it when he’s holding you while the sun lights up the world. 
  • Always whispering sweet nothings in your ear at random times.
  • “You’re the one, the only one I want.”
  • “You look absolutely beautiful tonight.” 
  • “I want you alone.”
  • “I love the way you love me.” 
  • “I wish you could see what goes on in my mind when you wear the dress.” 
  • “Should we take this somewhere else?” 
  • “I feel a little…naughty.” 
  • All of them driving you insane. 
  • Harrison being such a damn tease. 
  • But, you also being one too.
  • Begging Harrison for piggyback rides.
  • Eating all the ice cream you possibly can before getting regrettably sick. 
  • Harrison surprising you with movie premiere tickets.
  • “What?! You’re taking me?! Oh my gosh, Haz! I’m so excited, but wait…..you’re always Tom’s date to these things.” 
  • “You sure know how to ruin a moment….”
  • Harrison also surprising you by taking you dress shopping. 
  • Him spoiling you because you’re his queen. 
  • Feeling bad that he’s spent all this money.
  • Harrison reassuring you that he wants to. 
  • Feeling satisfied until next time. 
  • Getting the luxury of going where ever Harrison goes.
  • Buying a map of the world and placing a pin on every place you’ve been to together.
  • Promising to visit at least 75 percent of the world. 
  • Going on camping and hiking adventures.
  • Harrison trying to teach you how to surf. 
  • Failing miserably. 
  • Forcing him to tell you things he shouldn’t be telling you while he’s with Tom during Spiderman. 
  • Threatening to give him the silent treatment otherwise.
  • Harrison always giving in and telling you.
  • But always leaving out the most important details.
  • Punching him when you finally watch the movie and what he didn’t tell you happens.
  • Sneaking flattering and unflattering pictures of him.
  • Them always being on snapchat.
  • Fans knowing your snapchat and saving them for the world to relive over and over again. 
  • Laughing your ass off when Harrison finds them all over twitter.
  • “You’ve got to be kidding me….really? You had to post that one?!” 
  • But, don’t you worry, Harrison always always gets his revenge. 
  • It becomes a war to place the most unflattering snapchat filtered picture on each other’s stories. 
  • In the end, Harrison retreats with the cutest Instagram post on the planet. 
  • It’s the two of you kissing under a waterfall from a trip you took by yourselves for an anniversary/getaway trip.  
  • The caption, “She is my world, my everything. The reason I live, breathe, and walk this earth.” 
Two Nights Stand Part 7

Summary: (Modern Au) After a bad breakup, your roommate insists that you need to a one night stand to end your dry spell. Following her advice, you have a bad one night stand with Bucky Barnes, but what happened when you are forced to spend time with him?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1076

Warnings: This is vaguely inspired by a movie of the same name. In the future, the series will be having smut so be warned. This chapter is pure smut, so don’t read if you are underage.

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta.

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You feel his hands everywhere, you feel them exploring your back under your sweater, on your neck, on your hips. His touch is incredible, it was soft but demanding, leaving goosebumps all over your skin.

Bucky is as good as you remember when it comes to kissing, your lips move in perfect sync and you love how he tastes like mint and some kind of bitterness. Your hands tug his hair lightly making him moan, you smile standing up. You are definitely going to use this new information against him in the near future.

You turn all the lights off only letting the lights on his night-stand on, the room looks cozy almost romantic this way “I like the compromise you did with the lights.” He says sitting on the bed, waiting for your next move.

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A prompt for u- Lance is a ghost, only Keith can hear him, and they somehow bond through Keith's head. (Keith can sometimes faintly see Lance, but sometimes lance is just a voice)

I dunno how I ended up with 1k but here. 

I didn’t plan for this to happen.

Ps. not beta’d or even edited in the slightest soooo ~ expect typos and such. 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me.


For anyone else, it could have been just a shadow, maybe even a trick of light.

Keith knows better.

The teen knows what it is. It’s a soft kind of glowing, a dark midnight blue with light spots of gold –quite fitting, if Keith says so himself – hovering on the corners around the castle, sometimes on the corner of his eye; never too close but never too far away neither.

Most of the times, it feels like a blanket, a sharp but comforting presence that grounds him and makes his aching heart a little lighter.

Keith names it Glow, because it hurts less.

Keith doesn’t dare to look at it. He’s afraid, not of it per se, but of scaring it. Acknowledging things always make them even more real, like a cold bucket of water falling on you, and then it becomes a reality you got to face at some point, whenever you are ready or not.

He’s not sure he wants Glow to realize these things and vanish out of nowhere, leaving only a hollow feelings inside Keith.

Despite it all, he does try to communicate.

Blue helps him. Ever since day one, she comforted him and opened up to him; it’s easier, to exchange words and feelings inside Blue with Glow because of their connection.

The heavy knot in his stomach doesn’t flatters but his breathing becomes steadier as a familiar laugh echoes inside his mind when he’s hanging out inside Blue.

‘It’s not bad, Keith.’ Glow reminds him, from time to time, when tears are on the edge of his eyes and a lump is in his throat, ‘I’m still here.’

Keith usually doesn’t answer, because he doesn’t trust his voice to not crack but he still nods slowly while letting out a shuddering breath.

He found out he was the only one able to communicate or see Glow a few weeks back. It didn’t take much:

An impulsive slip of a name, followed by a sudden fist on his right cheek, screams and shouts echoing around, Shiro restraining a sobbing Hunk as the older teen cries for the loss of his best friend and Pidge leaving the room without a word.

The team went separate ways that day and the dinner table stayed empty.

Keith made sure not to do the same mistake twice; not when their wound was still open and fresh. Not when he can still hears Pidge’s sobs and Hunk’s nightmares in the middle of the night.

Not when he watches Shiro staring fatly and emotionless in the vast of dead stars just outside the window.

Not when Allura clutches her chest and tears run down her face when the Blue Lion lighted up and opened up to her the first time.

Not when Coran’s smile is gone, his eyes are dull and his soft sad humming echoes down the hall in his late night walks.

No, Keith doesn’t mess up again.

‘Time,’ Glow reminds him easily, its warm and comforting presence in the back of his head, ‘Time heals, trust me. You all be okay someday.’

‘But what if I don’t want to be,’ Keith thinks back at it, his eyes never leaving the grim picture of his tea – his family, all huddle up in the living room, shoulders down and silence ruling over them, ‘What if I just want you back?’

‘Keith,’ Glow says instead of answering, a spark of disapproval but understanding feeling filling him up, ‘Just trust me.’

So, Keith does.

He allows Glow to guide him, its soft but urgent pushing on his back making Keith to walk faster. He doesn’t realize where he is until the door slides open and Lance’s room appears in front of his eyes.

He takes a step back in shock, tries to make a run for it, but Glow doesn’t let him and suddenly Blue’s in his head urging him to go inside.

Keith swallows the lump in his throat and goes inside, ignoring the memories and the echoes of laughter these four walls used to hold inside.

He knows what he needs, he knows Glow’s plan.

‘Just try it.’ It says in his head, encouragingly and fondly when it senses Keith’s hesitation, ‘Trust me.’

Keith does, even now.

He doesn’t need any one to guide him back to where the team is. He walks in; eyes narrow in determination and a building up fire inside him, desperately wanting to be free.

Keith lets it.

He starts with the humming, setting himself in the corner of the couch, Lance’s guitar on his lap and then his fingers find the familiar melody Lance used to play every now and then.

There’s a sharp intake of breath as soon as he starts, followed by a gasp, a sniffle and suddenly the air felt lighter.

Keith’s singing echoes around the room, lyrics soft and gentle was they travel and hit every single pair of ears present.

He’s not surprised to know the lyrics this well; after all, it was Lance’s favorite song. The brunet used to sing it everywhere he went: training session, bonding sessions, breakfast, dinner, missions, and lazy afternoons.

The entire team is all familiar with it.

It’s not the fact that another voice joins him soon after that’s shocking; it’s more of the fact that it was Hunk, through tears and snot, who started singing along with him with a small smile decorating his face.

Shiro joined them then, pulling Pidge close to him and embracing her tightly when she sniffles, her soft humming cracking with emotion but pushing through to participate.

Coran and Allura step closer to the group, eyes watering and hearts on their throat but they follow the song, pouring their feelings in their shared chorus.

Keith doesn’t stop, not after the first song or even after the fifth one. Smiles grow, eyes become a little bit brighter and then there’s laughter, faint and weak but it’s enough to make Keith believe that rays of hope are real.

He allows himself to smile in relief and for the first time in weeks, he dares to look at behind him and meet Glow.

His voice breaks and tears fall freely down his cheeks, but he doesn’t stop playing; not when Lance’s blue eyes are on him, shinning and glowing powerfully. Not when Lance’s casual pose against the window bring him a sense of familiarity.

Not when the glowing around Lance’s frame dims slowly, making him look less transparent and more flesh and bones.

Not when Lance’s proud smile is directed at him.

No, Keith doesn’t stop. 

Bill Skarsgård x Reader Imagine

Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Prompt: Reader went with friends to visit Hollywood only to end up lost A.F. Until someone who you would never expect to be Bill Skarsgård! Comes and helps you.

Warning: None

Note: I noticed there is like no Bill Skarsgård x Reader imagines on Tumblr (not including his characters). Well there’s maybe like 2 or 3 but I wanted to add one of my own cuz I’m fan girl trash. But you can come join the fan trash party! I have serious issues XD! And thus this fanfic was born! Go ahead and read my fellow trash friends! ;3!

Originally posted by theunusualcaseofv

Originally posted by theunusualcaseofv

Originally posted by parlayansonyildiz

Originally posted by lavishlawyer

ALSO NOTE YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MANY SKARSGÅRD GIFS!!! 

Come to Hollywood, they said.

It would be fun, they said.

You’ll meet a lot of awesome celebrities, they lied!

You were basically screwed over right now. You and your bestest friends decided to go on a trip to Hollywood, the plane ride wasn’t the smoothest ride ever but as soon as you saw the Hollywood sign you knew you were gonna have fun.

Nope!

You were so f'ing lost. 

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To Become A Hunter [2]

Part 1

Characters: Sister!Winchester reader, John Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Words: 3600+  

Warnings: Anxiousness, some violence, verbal abuse, a bit of a language, bad mental health, John’s A+ parenting, implied abuse. I know it looks like a lot, I’m just making sure. This is dark though.

A/N: Boom, part 2/3 (as it looks like right now). As I said, this fic has some darker themes, but there’s nothing too graphic I would say. Hope you like it. 

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Originally posted by harley-quinns

Your name: submit What is this?

Heart pounding. Head throbbing. Legs wobbly. Sight blurry. Body tired. And a fire burning inside your lungs, or at least that’s what it feels like.

The sun is about to reach it’s peak, in the middle of the sky, like the star on top of the christmas tree. It’s starting to get really warm as well, at least that’s what you think as you try to push forward, try to complete the task.

You have no idea where you are. You’re completely encircled by trees, that look exactly the same to you, except for ’the road’ that just never seemed to end. You briefly wondered if you even took the right direction, but you quickly concluded that it was unlikely that you didn’t, and that the thought was too scary to think of right now.

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anonymous asked:

could you tell me what gorilaz is.? i literally have No Idea

it’s a band! it was created by damon albarn (the guy from blur) and jamie hewlett (he made tank girl, the comic not the weird movie) to make fun of mtv but it got very out of hand very quickly. (that’s a good thing to me though jxhjsfkj) basically the whole thing is a real life band but all of the members are fictional characters. the music is REALLY good i highly recommend it 

so getting on to the actual story, in universe the whole thing started cause this one guy, murdoc niccals, (this is him)

was Up To No Good trying to steal some keyboards from this shop, uncle norman’s organ/keyboard emporium to start a band. you can probably guess what band it is. this boy stuart pot happens to be working at the shop at the time, which will be important later and by later i mean like one sentence after this. so murdoc crashes his car into the shop, but it ends up crashing straight into stuart’s eye which fills it up with blood….;_; it ends up sending him into a coma. poor guy

so murdoc has to take care of him for whatever reason because the legal system in their universe is somehow even worse than it is in real life. one day he’s doing a bunch of tricks with stuart in his car, and goes too far and knocks stu out the window. ;_; x2 …so he lands on the ground and his other eye also fills up with blood, but it ALSO sends him out of his coma. so he gets up and he looks like this. (except presumably less happy and more covered in blood)

<3

and murdoc is like “woah this guy is hot i’m gonna make him join my band” and decides to call him 2-D cause he has 2 dents in his head. not cause he’s 2 dimensional or anything. 

the next person murdoc decides to make join the band is russel hobbs, who is pretty well known because he’s a really good musician and also because he has a bunch of ghosts possessing him. 

murdoc decides to kidnap him because he thinks that’s a good idea for whatever reason. unfortunately this is not the last time he kidnaps someone. russel actually doesn’t really care that much though and joins the band anyways. 

by now they already have a guitarist whose name i’m not going to mention because i hate her, but she gets kicked out. so they need a new guitarist, they put an ad up, and IMMEDIATELY this fedex crate shows up at their door and this girl pops out.

she calls herself noodle because it’s the only english word she knows, and then proceeds to play the best guitar riff of all time. so they’re a band now! lots of weird things happen.

russel’s ghost boyfriend del shows up to rap and terrorize the rest of the band a bunch but like, terrorizing them in a nice way. if that makes sense.

eventually they try to make a movie and Trouble Arises when it turns out the director is literally making up everything on the spot, murdoc decides they should make the movie themselves, so 2-D starts making ideas for it.

 after a really long time spent on making ideas murdoc gets really mad and tries to strangle 2-D. :,( russel and noodle start fighting him over it and he decides he doesn’t need them anymore and leaves. he goes to jail like 5 seconds after. 

so they all go out to do gorilla things. 2-D has a lot of fun ^_^ and works at an amusement park for a little bit, murdoc is still in jail, russel tries to make his own album but demons keep trying to drag him down to hell and del gets exorcised so things are not going too well for him, and noodle goes back to japan and finds out she’s actually part of a child soldier project and had her memories erases, and can speak fluent english as well as a bunch of other cool stuff. 

murdoc breaks out of jail.

so noodle starts their next album, demon days. they have fun and make a bunch of music videos but More Trouble Arises when this weird fan named jimmy manson starts trying to kill everyone in the band.

 so murdoc makes a fake deal with him to kill noodle, and a real deal with noodle so that she can temporarily leave the band. and while they’re filming the video jimmy gets locked inside of her big floating island (that’s a thing she has.) so noodle fakes her death, jimmy actually does die, everything is going well except when the video is over noodle is actually completely gone. 

everyone is freaking out about this, and it turns out she got dragged down to hell by those same demons that were trying to do that to russel earlier…probably. 

because of this, 2-D decides to quit gorillaz and make his own thing, russel goes into the ocean to find her, and murdoc goes to hell. except not really, he was just really drunk. 

for real this time, murdoc goes to the place where noodle kind of died and made a robot out of her dna, cyborg noodle. she’s scary. 

then he gets chased away by these pirates he scammed created by someone called the boogieman who you’ll see again soon.

 while he’s trying to hide he finds this big island in the middle of the ocean away from all humanity called point nemo. he does the logical thing and spray paints it all pink, builds a really weird house (if you can call it that) on top, and calls it plastic beach.

he calls 2-D to come work on the album, but 2-D really doesn’t want to. so since murdoc is not a very good person, he…gets the boogieman to drug 2-D, put him in a suitcase and send him to plastic beach. this whole phase is really not good for 2-D.

so in case that wasn’t enough, murdoc finds out 2-D is super afraid of whales and to keep him from escaping he looks him in a room where a whale is right outside and there’s a view of said whale. ;;;_;;;

eventually, murdoc finds footage of noodle and takes 2-D and cyborg to go find her. the boogieman has started chasing murdoc to take his soul since murdoc hasn’t fulfilled his part of any of the deals he made with them. 

so after some stuff with bruce willis attempting to murder them happens, they go to the ocean and seem pretty close to finding noodle. noodle herself is now super cool looking and has a nice cat mask, and has also reunited with russel, who is now a giant after eating a bunch of toxic waste in the ocean.

unfortunately, 2-D and murdoc don’t find noodle, but they do find the boogieman killing a manatee for no good reason. so they head back to plastic beach, and the boogieman’s pirates have found it and started trying to destroy it.

somewhere inbetween all this, the evangelist who’s kinda like the boogieman’s opposite appears on the island delivering mail and being kind of a protective force. hopefully they’re being one over 2-D because he needs it.

SOOOO the real noodle and russel arrive at the plastic beach, boogieman and murdoc meet up and have a weird fight, boogieman summons more pirates, and cyborg noodle gets really messed up and starts trying to kill everyone. the whale outside 2-D’s room tries to eat him, but russel is able to get rid of it for a little bit. noodle meets cyborg noodle and it’s kinda awkward.

the whole island collapses and noodle and russel get separated. murdoc goes into a submarine and fakes his death, taking cyborg with him, and the whale gets back to 2-D and does what it would be expected to do. so things aren’t going very well. ;_;

noodle wakes up in a fishing village in japan and accidentally releases a demon, so she has an adventure chasing it until she freaken decapitates it. 

russel gets captured by people thinking he’s a monster because he’s 50 feet tall and has completely white eyes. after a while, the effects of the toxic waste wear off and he shrinks back to his normal size.

murdoc goes to jail again. cyborg noodle dies, probably.

the whale who ate 2-D dies, and 2-D wakes up on an island he thinks is deserted and has to live off of whale meat. :,( after a few months, he sees a plane and follows it, hoping it can get him off the island. he discovers there’s a beach rave going on a while from his side, and decides to take a year to find himself, which is pretty easy cause he was right there. also he really needed a break from everything that happened. he got a job making friendship bracelets.

after murdoc got out of jail again, he called all of the members back to england, and they all reunited. gorillaz are BACK BABEY

then they released their first song in 5 years and it was about donald trump and it was freaken GOOD


anyways i’m not sure if you were expecting such an in depth explanation but i hope this helps! this is actually even barely getting into it, there’s a lot more but i didn’t want this to be TOO long

anyways That’z Gorillaz

Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (Sebastian Stan x Reader) Pt. 5

A/N: hello lovelies! part 5 is finally here! This chap gets hella angsty AND steamy! ;) I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah

Warnings: Angst. Sexual pictures. NSFW. Online relationships. Swearing. There is a very graphic picture at the end so beware lol!

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Nerdy Virgin Luke

Pairing: Y/N/Luke

Rating: NC-17

Request: No

Words: 10.000+

Summary: I wrote a song preference once and wanted to continue a part out from it. Would appreciate feedback and request if you want the other boys as well! ~ #61 End Up Here - 5 Seconds Of Summer | High School AU | His P.O.V

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7 Seconds To Say Yes

i was very emotional in making this and i tried to capture the overwhelming emotion in this through my writing, so here’s a nice fluffy one shot ;)

summary: the most important 7 seconds of dan’s life caught on camera

warning: g for gay, feels, maybe improper tenses as i usually write past tense and might have messed up whoops

genre: fluff

word count: 1,446

Sometimes people ask me if it’s weird to have so much of my life on the internet for everybody to see. I always say that I don’t mind, as some of my happiest moments have been documented for the internet to see, and I wouldn’t want to ever lose those moments. The internet has done so much for me, it’s only fair that I let people see into my glamorous life for a few minutes. Everybody eats the answer up, and, while it’s mostly true, that isn’t the reason that I don’t mind.

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Before It’s Too Late (part 12)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: idk man

A/N: I’M BAAAAACCCKKKKKKK!! FINALLY, RIGHT? I had the worst case of writers block ever. Anyways I hope ya enjoy this part, it’s been a while.

Bucky had been afraid to stop by your apartment again, fearing that he’d end up with another black eye, courtesy of Wanda. So, he stayed away and would try to find you around campus but it seemed as if you weren’t attending classes which was false because he had asked Clint if you were attending creative writing and he said yes.

You had been avoiding Bucky. You knew the places he went when on campus so you stayed away from those spots. It was better this way. You didn’t think you’d have the strength to see Bucky face-to-face after hearing all the harsh words he spat at you.

It was silly to even think the handsome man would ever reciprocate your feelings.

As you’re packing up, taking your sweet time so that you wouldn’t run into Bucky on the way out, your professor calls you to her.

“Yes?” you question, holding onto the strap of your bag.

“I graded your make-up paper last night and might I say, it has been the best paper you’ve ever submitted so far.” she smiled, handing you your paper. “It had so much emotion to it, I felt like I was there, feeling everything. You’ve really outdone yourself, Y/N.”

You smile. “Thank you so much.”

Your professor nods. “Keep it up. Your writing is outstanding.”

You thank her once more before leaving the building. Once the sun hits you, you pull out your phone and call Clint.

“Yeah, hi, if this isn’t the president saying I get the key to the city then goodbye.” he spoke and you roll your eyes.

“You’re never gonna get the key to the city, you’re not that special.” you respond.

He scoffs. “You’re not special either. In fact, I took your picture out of my car a few days ago.”

“Clint, I saw the picture in your car yesterday when you took me to the store.”

“…. Whatever.”

“Anyways, I called to tell you that I received my make-up paper today.”

“What’d you get?”

You see your car coming into view and pull your keys out from your bag. “A perfect score. She said it’s the best paper I’ve submitted so far.”

“See, I knew you had it in you.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up.”

Clint laughs. “Hey, so I got this thing. It’s for-”

You stop listening to him and focus on Bucky who had just opened the door to your creative writing class. You obviously couldn’t tell what he was saying but panic set in and you quickly unlocked your car.

“Shit, Clint I have to go. Talk to you later.” you hang up right in the middle of his protests. You buckle up and start your car just as he shuts the building door with a frown etched on his face.

You back out of the parking lot, not looking back once.


Knocking on Steve’s door, you hope and pray Bucky doesn’t answer and you let out a sigh of relief when you see Sam.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up?”

You enter the apartment and look around, half to see if Bucky was there and half for Steve.

“You guys got lemons to spare? Wanda’s been watching some cooking channel and she wants to try and make something from it but she needs lemons and I’m too lazy to drive all the way to the store.” You say.

“Ummm… I think so. Let me see.” you watch Sam go into the kitchen and open the fridge. At this time, you hear a door open from the hallway and your heart starts beating fast. You’re expecting to see Bucky but instead you see Steve and you start to calm down.

“Hey, Y/N. What’re you doing here?”

“Came for some lemons.” you respond.

Steve nods and Sam comes back with a bag full of 4 lemons. “Here ya go.”

You take the bag and smile at your friend. “Thanks Sammy.”

“No problem. I’m coming by to eat. Need to see if Wanda put my lemons to good use.” he says and you chuckle.

“Alright, I’ll tell her.” you say then turn to Steve. “See you later, Blondie.”

Steve playfully rolls his eyes and bids you goodbye before you exit their apartment.

Bucky, who had been painting in his room, heard muffled noises over his music that was playing but he brushed it off as Steve and Sam talking or watching a movie. It wasn’t until he heard a familiar laugh that he turned down his music and listened carefully.

The brunette heard ‘alright, I’ll tell her’ and jumped up, placing his paint palette on his desk before busting out of his room and running into the living room. He came to a halt when he saw only Steve and Sam.

“Where’s Y/N?” Bucky questioned, frowning.

“She just left.” Sam says, flopping down on the couch with the remote in his hand.

“Buck…” Steve frowned, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“I gotta get back to painting.” he says, shrugging the blonde off before heading back to his room.


A couple of days pass and Bucky’s about had it. He needed to talk to you which was why he was standing at the door, looking through the peephole as he waited for you to get back from your classes.

“What’re you doing?” Sam questioned as he walked into the room.

“Waiting for Y/N.” was his response.

“Okay… that’s not creepy at all.” Sam checked his phone before nudging Bucky. “Move, I gotta go meet Cynthia at that coffee shop.”

Bucky steps back and looks at his friend. “Cynthia, huh? You two a thing now?”

“Yeah, it just kind of happened.” He shrugged with a smile.

Bucky pats his friend on his shoulder. “I’m happy for you, man.”

“Thanks.” Sam says goodbye to the brunette before leaving the apartment.

He goes back to looking through the peephole and when he does, he sees you passing the door. Immediately, he pulls the door open and steps out, calling your name.

He hadn’t rehearsed what he was going to say to you so when you turned around and he saw your face for the first time in weeks, his mind went blank.

You stood there, slightly panicking as the two of you stared at each other awkwardly. Breathing in sharply, you take a step back and Bucky reaches for you.

“Wait! Please…”

You stare at his outstretched hand before looking up at him and sighing. “What do you want, James?”

Bucky’s heart shattered.

James.

James.

You would jokingly call him James but this… this was nowhere near being a joke.

“Please, don’t call me James, Y/N…” it came out as a whimper.

You sighed again. “What do you want?”

Bucky took a deep breath. “I’m sorry for the way I reacted when you told me how you felt. I-” he sighed. “I was mad that you waited so long to tell me. I was mad because you waited till I moved on to tell me how you felt. It’s not an excuse, what I did and how I responded was completely unnecessary. I just thought that you were saying all that because Vis told you how I felt. I didn’t think you were being sincere and I acted out. But I’m sorry. It hurt seeing you cry and it hurt when I got punched twice and it hurt even worse when you started avoiding me.” he takes a cautious step towards you. “I just want to make things right.”

The fact that he just said he thought Vis told you how he felt completely flew over your head.

Your eyebrows knit together. “You got punched twice?” Bucky nods. “By who?”

“Nat and Wanda… don’t worry, I deserved it.”

You think back to when Wanda held ice to her fist, saying she punched a wall and you shake your head.

Silence filled the air as you stared at the charm bracelet on your wrist, playing with the angel wings locket that had Bucky’s picture in it while Bucky stared at you. He opened his mouth a couple of times, wanting to speak but not knowing what to say so he just closed his mouth.

Finally, he sighed. “I broke up with Kristen.”

Your eyes snap up to meet his. “Oh… sorry to hear that.”

“It’s fine. It wasn’t a bad break up or anything. We… we broke up because of you.” Your eyes widen and once Bucky plays back exactly what he just said in his head, his eyes widen too. “I didn’t mean it like that! I just- I mean-” he stops talking and takes a deep breath to calm himself. “I’m in love with you, Y/N. I have been for a while but I’ve never said anything.”

“Why?”

“You have a specific type. I’ve caught onto it throughout the years of us being friends. You like high-classed guys. Guys who clean up nicely and play golf and do all of that boring shit… but that’s not me. I don’t fit into that. I didn’t think I was your type so I never said anything. I thought if I waited it out that my feelings would go away. Obviously, I was wrong.” Bucky takes your hand in his, never taking his eyes off yours. “Please, Y/N… please.”

Your eyes start to water as you shake your head, pulling your hand away from Bucky.

“I can’t.” you say. “I’m sorry Bucky, but I can’t. You hurt me.”

You take a step back but he follows.

“Let me fix this. I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you.” His eyes filled with tears. “Please let me fix this.”

“Bucky,” you sighed.

“Please…”

“Bucky just… give me some time, alright? I need time.” You say and he nods, wiping his eyes before his tears could fall.

“Okay, I’ll give you time.” the handsome brunette runs his fingers through his hair as he steps back. “I know this is a stretch but will you, uh, come to my art show? It’s this Friday.” you give him a hesitant look and he licks his bottom lip. “I’m not asking as the guy who’s madly in love with you. I’m asking as your friend.”

You exhale loudly before nodding. “I’ll think about it.”


A/N: I’ll fix any mistakes in the morning. I hope ya like this part :) tell me what ya think!

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Picture Perfect - Request

Requested by anon:  Hi o was wondering if you could do a dean x reader imagine where she’s like taking cute polaroids of him and he realises he loves you :)

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 1,682

Warnings: None, I guess.

A/N: Fluffy Dean. I feel like this is too simple and that that’s what gives it the charm I craved for. Let me know what you think! ;)

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Originally posted by frozen-delight

“DEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!” She cheered, storming inside his room and jumping to his bed.

Dean groaned in response. He had been sleeping until then.

“Wake up, I found something great!” She insisted, trying to tickle him.

Dean extended an arm, wrapped it around her body and pushed her to be by his side.

“Dean!” She squealed and Dean covered her mouth with a heavy hand.

It was weird how his relationship with (Y/N) was.

Of course, they weren’t dating, but they weren’t friends like so neither. What he felt for Charlie was far too different from what he felt for (Y/N). There was obviously something more between them, but Dean wasn’t completely sure what it was.

At first he thought it was mere sexual attraction, but that got discarded when he realized he felt something else and away from his pants. Yes, she could turn him on with the simplest action, but there was also something more.

That’s when he thought he thought of her like a sister, but then on New Year’s Eve he felt the immense need of kissing her – without mentioning the many times he craved to have her physically and emotionally – so that too got discarded.

It ended up in him admitting he liked her. It wasn’t love, just a small need he had developed and that would end when he found the one. However, since he started feeling things for her, every other woman seemed to be less interesting, less beautiful and less funny.

Dean no longer dated anyone else, and he stopped having one night stands. He claimed that it was because he was too old to be fooling around with girls, and that the world needed him to focus, and many other excuses.

It’s not like he didn’t want to fully admit his feelings for (Y/N), but the exact opposite. Dean had grown fond of her – feelings or not – and he knew that if he ended up screwing things up because he confused friendship with love his whole relationship with (Y/N) would be affected. Therefore, he remained quiet about it until he was certain of his true feelings for her.

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Friends (Part 3)

I’m surprised by the number of notes I got on the second part of Friends. Thank you so much for supporting this series. This is my first time posting my work on Tumblr so I’m still overwhelmed by the feedbacks I’ve received. So thank you again! I finished this part at 2 in the morning so just ignore the mistakes. I was too lazy to edit.

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~Harry and you are friends with benefits and then you start to feel more than you should~

Pair: Harry Styles and reader.

Warning: sexual content and language.


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Part 2 

You hadn’t heard or seen anything related to Harry Styles for a month. You’d deleted all your social accounts and decided to live under a rock for while until you got over him. The last thing you needed at this point was to see articles and pictures of him and a pretty girl who wasn’t you. But you do had some mutual friends and since they didn’t know anything about your secret ‘relationship' sometimes they still talked about him in front of you. You knew you would never truly get over Harry unless you didn’t feel pain in your chest whenever his name was brought up in a casual conversation. 

“You need to stop being so pathetic!” your best friend, Lia, told you. That night when Harry left your house, you broke down and called Lia to tell her everything. She was so mad she wanted to go see him but you knew it would be a bad idea. After all you were the one who broke the agreement for having feelings for him.

“I know he’s Harry fucking Styles but you are Y/N fucking Y/L/N.”

“You mean a nobody?”

“I mean, a queen.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled as Lia grabbed your upper arms and shook you slightly.

“Screw Harry Styles. I’m gonna find you a better man.”

“Lia, I’m not going out with anyone. This is a bad idea.”

“Trust me. He’s super nice. He’s my co-worker. He’s hot and he’s not famous.” Lia winked and made you laugh.

“Thanks L, but I’m not interested. I don’t even know the guy.”

“Just one date, please? If you don’t like him then say your goodbye and never see him again. But I’m totally positive that you’ll like him.”

You groaned. You had been friends with Lia for years and you knew for sure she would never stop whining about this unless you said yes. So you said yes, agreeing to go on a date with the stranger Lia set you up with. 

His name was Miles. Lia was right, he was one of the nicest people you had ever met. He was good looking. He loved reading books like you do. He even opened doors for you and drove you home safely. Although you weren’t exactly over Harry, to be honest, you thought about him often. But being with Miles was the most fun you’d had since the day Harry left. It didn’t feel the same but you felt a little bit better. So you decided to give you and Miles a chance and agreed to go on a second day with him. 

But as you thought that there might be a small chance for you to actually be happy, you got a phone call at 2 AM, 12 hours before your second date with Miles. You knew it was a bad idea to answer when you saw his name on the screen, but you decided to be a fool and pick up anyway.

“Pet…yeh still up?”

You closed your eyes and let out a heavy sigh. You missed his voice so much. You suddenly forgot that you’d been trying to get him out of your system and you felt like you could just welcome him back to ruin your life all over again.

“Why are you calling me at this hour?” You managed to stay sane because he clearly wasn’t. “Are you drunk?”

“I miss yeh.”

Yeah he was definitely drunk.

“We’re not doing this anymore,” you said, not knowing if you were telling him or yourself.

“No…Yeh get it wrong. M'not missing yeh ‘cause I’m horny…ugh…I’m kind of horny…but…” he said and laughed drunkenly. You closed your eyes, your eyebrows furrowed as you pressed your lips together.

“You cannot call me when you’re drunk and bored again. We’re over, Harry. Go to sleep,” you told him.

“We can never be over. Yeh know tha’,” Harry said almost out of breath.

“What do you want?”

“Can we please just…go back t’normal”

“What is normal, H? Tell me. Because i’m sure two friends fucking each other clearly isn’t.”

“We won’t have t’fuck. Let’s just be friends…”

“No H. I’m sorry.”

“Love-” You gathered all your strength and hung up before he could finish. You turned off your phone and put it in the drawer of your bedside table so you wouldn’t get weak and call him back. Then you ended up crying yourself back to sleep with the thoughts of Harry running through your mind.

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On your second date with Mile, you two went to see a movie then to a restaurant for dinner, after that he insisted on driving you home because he was a gentleman. The date went pretty well actually, but the problem was you couldn’t stop thinking about what Harry had said to you at 2 AM. You were still wondering if those were his drunken words or he was being honest saying he missed you. Either way, you wouldn’t go back to him, or at least that was what you’d been telling yourself.

“God…” you said almost out of breath as you Miles left sloppy kisses down your throat. You tossed your head back and your hands were messing up his beautiful dark hair. You had no idea why you were under him, letting him touch you and kiss you like that. The last thing you remembered was you saying good night to him in front of your house. You didn’t even have a clue how you ended making out with each other on the couch but you didn’t really care at the point. You felt awful for only wanting Miles tonight because you couldn’t stop thinking about Harry and not wanting to be alone with those thoughts. Your self-conscience was telling you to stop but you just ignored her.

“You’re beautiful…” Miles groaned against your hot skin, making you whimper. It felt good but it didn’t feel right. His hands were unfamiliar and you didn’t feel comfortable feeling his weight on top of you. 

Suddenly, you heard someone knocking on your front door. You and Miles stopped immediately as the person knocked more violently and loudly as if they wanted to break the door down. Miles got off you and you both sat up straight. He asked you if you were expecting someone and you said no as you adjusted your clothes and he did his. 

“Who is it?!” you asked in annoyance and went to the door to see who it was.

“Har-” Before the name could fully escape your lips, a drunken Harry wrapped his arms around you and showered your face with kisses.

“M’girl’s here!” he said excitedly before pulling you into a tight hug with his face buried in the crook of your neck. You were completely in shock by the action so you didn’t know how to react. Harry didn’t want to let you go and you received a shocked look from Miles who didn’t understand why that random guy just showed up out of nowhere and was holding his date like that. 

“Y/N!” Miles called out your name and it immediately got Harry’s attention. Harry pulled away from you and turned his head to his right. He was not pleased to see Miles in your living room. Not. At. All. 

“Y/N, Who the fuck is he?”


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Good Morning|M| Oneshot

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Pairing: Readerx Jimin

Genre: Fluffy Smut, Smutty Fluff? PWP, slight dom/sub, switch Jimin 

Words: 3,889 

A/n: So I had a dream of something like this and let me tell you, Best. Dream. Ever. That is all. I hope you enjoy cute, sexy, Jimin my loves. 

There’s a storm outside, you can feel it before you even open your eyes. The wind is whistling a fast paced tune, rattling the windows and seeping through each crack in the house. The cold winds itself around you, but you are safe. The bed is a warm cavern, layered in mismatched piles of blankets and pillows. When you do open your eyes you see the room bathed in a chill white light streaming from the window. Somehow you are surprised even though the weather channel had warned your town about the upcoming snowstorm way in advance. A small, pure, part of you wants to scramble out of bed and look out the window like you did when you were still a kid in school. If there was a lot, a spark of relief and joy would surge through you, excited at the prospect of staying home and playing later after a few more hours of sleep. However, the bitter chill of a winter morning stinks your cheeks and the heavy arm over your side keeps you still. Still, a gentle smile graces your lips at the weight the lays securely around your body. Without looking, you place your hand on the hand on your stomach and wake the butterflies that live there and have lived there even before the first snow fall. Smoothly, to keep from waking him you turn in your place.

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Sleepless Nights, touken headcanon/mini-fic

Summary: It’s their first time sleeping together on the same bed and Kaneki can’t take his hands off Touka.

I totally hate this, it looked so much better inside my head, my inspiration sucks—i’m super tired right now& i can’t speak proper english today, but i really wanted to take this idea off my head AAAAND give this to @yorozuya-ken-chan as her birthday gift 😭 ♡ I LOVE YOU ANITA, this is so crappy, i’m so sorry -sobs- i promise i’ll write you something 2369726 better next time, WAIT FOR ME🙏 (the only good thing about this is the ending, huehue, jon&ygritte hints)

i wanted to make this a smut but i really feel like the words aren’t coming to my head today, so this is just… a bit lime? not even a lime 😂  shame on me.. anyway, take this more like a lazy headcanon instead of a well-written fic *sobs* i’ll bring good smut soon.. I promise, ANITA DESERVES BETTER ✨

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“Kaneki.”

“Y-Yes?” he stammers.

“If you want me to sleep with you in your room, just say it.”

He’s shaking.

“Oh, w-well…”

“Do you?”

He swallows.

“I-I mean, if you ever feel col—“

Touka sighs.

“Fine. I’ll sleep with you tonight then.”

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25 | in ink

( things you said in writing + harry potter au + slytherin!min yoongi ) 
word count :: 1,659

You run a hand through your hair, wishing you had brought a hair tie to get rid of your main distraction in order to focus all your attention on the essay rested before you. It’s meant to be a three-feet roll of parchment for your Transfiguration class, but it’s hard to keep yourself motivated. With the rapidly approaching N.E.W.T.s, and your desperation to remain in the good graces of all your professors and classes, the stress is starting to eat at your nerves.

You’re about to start on your second roll, when you suddenly feel a pair of cool hands cup themselves around your eyes. At once, you stiffen at the sensation as you straighten and bring your hands up to gently tap at the mysterious hands. “Uh, who is this?” You inquire, an airy quality to the question.

When the voice doesn’t respond, you drag your fingers over the hands. They’re familiar. You’ve spent one too many times running your hands over these, the course skin and callused fingertips, and the corner of your lips turn up as you briefly envision his face—how he would rip his hand away from yours, only to sport a soft smile from the gesture when he thought you weren’t looking. You know him better than either of you like to admit, like how he’s always had a soft spot for you despite his reputation and how you’ve always looked forward to his visits despite your own reputation.

You finally decide to start speaking: “I thought you had detention today.”

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Jeff Atkins Imagine (requested)

Goshhhh I am so excite for this I really hope you all like it!


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Originally posted by nothingmorethanawildchild

      Maybe it was his smile; the one that managed to light up a room and cause your heart to skip a beat. Or maybe it was his laugh; the one that sounded like the early morning birds or a soft melody. Maybe it was the way his eyes sparkled when he talked about something he liked, or how easily he was to forgive someone, or how he never seemed to care about what people looked like to be their friend. Whatever the case Jeff Atkins was absolutely perfect and you loved him. The only problem about love is that it’s complicated. For some it ends the way they want, the way they picture, like a cheesy movie… that didn’t seem to be the case for you. As soon as you realized what the symptoms of loving your best friend were, you figured it would go like any old chick flick would. He would realize he had feelings for you as well after he got engaged and you would both leave your significant other for each other.

But Jeff was as hard to get because you were so close to him; it would be as if you were a back of the classroom person, someone who didn’t interact with him at all trying to get a date. It was hard dealing with the fact that he was always getting girlfriends or going on dates, while you sat on the sidelines, occasionally making out with someone hoping to spite him at a party after three shots. But he never showed signs of envy as you did so obviously. He would eventually pull you away because you were too drunk, but never any signs he returned the feelings. 

This party, though, was different. It was being held by Bryce Walker and even an hour after it had started to get crowded and teens were getting hammered you were only one shot and half a cup of soda in. Also so far from everywhere you had looked Jeff was not here, which was quite an oddity. Usually Jeff was one of the first ones at a party or he didn’t show at all, it was unlike him to be late. Your heart sank at the thought of missing another time to see him. Beer seemed to make Jeff glow even more, though not by much, but usually when you were intoxicated your liking for him was 1000x higher. And maybe that wasn’t a good thing. 

“Hey, Clay, have you seen Atkins anywhere?” You asked Jeff’s best friend, who was sitting at the edge of the pool with his feet in as you swam over to him. He looked up from his cup of beer and looked surprised. 

“Y/N! I didn’t know you were here!” He laughed lightly, scratching the back of his neck. “Uh, no he’s on a date with Jane Edgar.” 

Your heart sank and your smile dropped. Jane Edgar? The girl who had been pining after Tony Padilla for years only to find out he was gay? Jane Edgar the girl with two first names and a lazy right eye? Jeff had ditched the party you had invited him to to go on a lousy date with a girl with no knowledge of grammar?

“Oh, okay. Wh- what a loser.” You scooped yourself up and sat next to clay, grabbing a few shots off of a tray nearby. You offered on to Clay but he just picked up the beer and shook his head. You shrugged and downed all three shots. 

“I’m sorry.” Clay said after you threw the shot glasses across the pool so they landed in the bushes. You knew Bryce had the money to replace them so you didn’t worry about it. 

“About what?” You asked, kicking your feet in the water. He sighed and took a drink of his beer. “About my best friend ditching me? Don’t be. He knew what he was doing.” 

Clay looked at you for a few seconds before shaking his head and motioning for you to look at him. You did. “Y/N, I think that everybody butt Jeff knows that you like him. The way that you look at him, it’s kind of obvious. And I know it must be hard to see him going on dates and stuff.” 

Your eyebrows shot up into your hairline as you swiveled to Clay, before seeing his face and sighing in defeat. It was pointless fighting, Clay was also your best friend. “Yeah, but it’s whatever. I mean I’ve kind of given up on thinking that he’ll share the feelings. Trying my best to move on.” 

Clay raised his eyebrows this time. “Yeah? That why you went to the movies with Monty last night? He’s not really the best replacement is he?”

There was a flush in your stomach and you burped before laughing loudly. “Well, no, but it’s better than pulling a Jane. The unattainable Atkins, is what I call him. He might as well be gay.” 

You were giggling the whole time and you finally realized it must have been the alcohol flooding into your system. You turned to Clay only to see that he was Jeff, and with a surge of confidence you suddenly grabbed his face and kissed him sloppily. 

Clay was surprised first at your actions, before gently grabbing your shoulders and pushing you back. You pulled away and looked at him with a confused expression. “Y/N, we both like different people. It’s not me you want. It would be ridiculous just to make out with you, also I think you’re buzzed.” 

“I still know what I’m doing. But you’re right Clay, I’m sorry.” You pulled away and then rested your head on his shoulder. “It’s hard, you know. All I want is for him to take me on a date, to kiss me, to feel more than friendship for me. Honestly, I’m kind of desperate now. If he were here right now I would just take him by the shirt and-” 

“JEFF!” Clay suddenly shouted with a tone of warning, and your head shot up to see that Jeff was walking towards you two with a small smile on his face. “Hey, man, you’re here! I assume it didn’t go well?” 

You internally crossed your fingers as you dipped back into the pool, so that he could sit next to clay. He was wearing a red pair of shorts and a thin white shirt, showing his perfect body. You bit your lip, he looked like someone that belonged on Baywatch. 

Jeff sighed and took your previous spot. “Well, it was, but then we saw Tony there with his boyfriend, and she burst out crying. Asked me to take her home, and I didn’t even get to finish the movie. Oh, hey, Y/N!” 

Jeff smiled brightly when you swam and rested your arms on Clay’s knees. Clay just smiled at you. 

“Hey, Atkins. What movie?” You tried to make light conversation even though you just wanted to jump on him. 

At this point you didn’t care, but you needed to get him alone. You knew Jeff was always on the lookout for girls to go on dates with (not that he ever dated them), and if you weren’t one of them you were just going to have to be something with way less meaning. You just needed to feel his lips on yours, to feel his hands on you, to hear your name without a friendly smile to be said, you needed Jeff. You craved more than anything an emotional relationship, but if this was all you got then you were okay with that. 

“The one with Liam Neeson… I don’t remember the name.” Jeff scratched the top of his head. 

“He dies.” You bluntly stated, grabbing a shot from someone sitting by. They only glared at you as you threw it back. “Not that exciting.” You were going to need some more courage so you swam to the pool stairs and climbed out. 

Jeff stared at you open mouthed, before turning to Clay. “Did she just… how much has she drank?” 

Clay shrugged, before grinning slightly at the concerned look in Jeff’s eyes. “That was her fourth shot.” 

“Shit, she’s a lightweight, Clay!” Jeff said, getting up and running after you. 

You were by Bryce, grabbing two shots from him, but he grabbed one before you could take off. “This stuff is strong, baby. Don’t need you to go ripping your bikini top off now would we?” 

Bryce scraped your eyes with his body before wrapping his fingers around the shot and guiding it to your mouth. You opened your lips and drank it as he tipped it back. The back of your throat burned and you coughed loudly while Bryce laughed. “What was that?” 

“Moonshine, sweetheart.” Then Bryce walked away as you stumbled and sputtered, looking for a glass of water. 

“Y/N!” 

You ignored Jeff’s voice and ran into the kitchen, which was vacant surprisingly, and grabbed glass of water. You put the drink to your lips and drank the whole glass in a few gulps. 

“Jesus, Y/N, why were you running from me?” Jeff panted, slipping slightly due to his wet feet. His shirt was stained with something brown, and you guessed someone had spilled a drink on his shirt while he had been chasing you. You could see his strongly built abs through the material, which was sticking to him.

You looked away quickly, placing the cup in the sink as you let the drinks settle in. “I wasn’t, Atkins. I was rinsing my mouth from the horrible taste of moonshine that Bryce gave me.”

Jeff looked worried. “Why would you take alcohol from Bryce?” 

“I needed courage, Jeff.” You stated, walking away, knowing he would follow. He did, his eyebrows furrowing as you grabbed a random towel and started to dry off your wet skin. “Listen,  we don’t all have natural confidence.” 

Jeff watched you before shaking his head and frowning. “I know that, but… courage? Courage for what? Is there something you’re not telling me, because I’m your best friend, Y/N. I’ll be here for anything you need.” 

You sighed as you bent over to dry your legs, before getting up and walking over to him. You got the closest you could, Jeff looking more confused by the second.

“That’s the problem, that’s exactly why I need courage to do it.” You whispered, bringing your hands up and resting then on his shoulders. Jeff was still looking confused, but his breathing had become irregular. 

You were pretty sure that Jeff knew what you were implying, since his hands were going to your waist already. Maybe he had already been sexually frustrated, but you didn’t care. You were causing his irregular breathing, and that made your breath stop.

He still asked in a whisper, almost scared to break the small silence in between the two of you. “To do what?” 

You slowly pushed forwards so you were on your tip toes, your fingers running over his skin so that they were on his neck, then you kissed him with heat. Your hands ran over every bit of his exposed neck and parts of his chest, as your breathing became quicker. Jeff stood still for a second before kissing you back, his hands finally resting on your hips, so that his fingers were digging into your skin softly. When you let your tongue rest on his lips he opened them willingly, the hotness of your tongue and the coolness of his meshing to create a warm, minty and alcoholic taste. 

“Y/N.” Jeff tried to pull away and say something, but kept falling back into your lips when you pushed yourself harder. Your lips finally left his as you slowly kissed your way down his jaw, light feather like kisses that made him shudder under you. When you reached the spot were his earlobe and his neck met you sucked a little harder, causing him to groan out your name. 

This made you satisfied. This is what you wanted, what you needed and craved. The uncensored part of Jeff that cursed and grabbed onto things roughly. The Jeff that needed you. 

“Y/N, really, what’s this about?” Jeff finally muttered while you still kissed his neck and he squeezed your hips harshly. 

You pulled back and looked him in the eyes, figuring that it was worth a shot. The alcohol in your system is really what made you do it. “Jeff,” It felt weird calling him by his first name. “Listen, I don’t know how you haven’t noticed but I fucking like you so much I’m pretty sure it’s love. And not just like a friend, and I know you don’t feel the same, so please just let me have this moment.” 

You grabbed onto Jeff once more and kissed him, this time pushing him back as you did so. You were both in the living room, because there was a giant cushioned chair that he fell into, you landing on top of him. This time you started to tug at his shirt while you ground your hips into his. 

“Y/N,” This was a moan that was slightly of a higher pitch than normal, as you lifted his shirt the most you could. “Y/N.” That was not a moan, said after he cleared his throat. 

You sighed and pulled back, knowing that you had scared him. Of course you couldn’t get in his pants. You couldn’t even get into his heart. You sat down on the floor and began to pant; you were about to start crying. Jeff instantly sat down next to you, his breathing ragged as he placed his arms around you. 

“Y/N, please don’t cry.” He sighed and turned your head up so that you were looking in his eyes. “I’m just surprised. You see, I fell for this girl during my freshman year, a girl who had not interest in me at all. We spent our free time talking about her crush on Bryce and how he had ditched her after they had made out. She eventually moved on, but not to me. So I dated, and went on dates, trying my best to find someone like her. And I failed, because no one is like you, Y/N. There are so many things that you have that other girls don’t. Things that make me love you too.” 

You had been avoiding his eyes while he had talked, but when things began to sound familiar you looked him in the eyes, your heart increasing in speed. “Jeff… are you… being truthful?” 

Jeff nodded before closing his eyes and placing his forehead on yours while his thumb wiped away your tears. “I love you, Y/N. And now that I know the truth, I can do this like I’ve always wanted.” 

Jeff pulled you up and then sat back down, pulling you on top of him, his lips meeting yours in a wet kiss. After a few seconds of sweet kissing the burning heat between your legs started to grow and you let your teeth graze his bottom lip as a form of telling him you needed more. Jeff then pulled away and pulled his shirt off, giving you a good view of his sculpted abs. You bit your lip before he leaned in and started to kiss your neck, bucking his hips up involuntarily while you lightly let your fingernails run down his back. 

“Y/N?” Jeff asked after hearing you moan loudly when he sucked on your collarbones. 

“Mhmmm.” You questioned, missing the heat of his lips on your neck. 

“You know I do love you, right?” He asked genuinely, staring up at you with his eyes as wide as a doe’s, his pupils blown up. 

You grinned and placed your hands on either side of his face. “Show me, Jeff.” 

Originally posted by words-plus-wisdom

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Idk how I feel about this because I love smut but Idk if i’m good at writing it. 

I am so sorry it’s shitty…tbh i kind of don’t now how to write angst (NOT EDITED)

pls i tried so hard lol 

Essays in Existentialism: Monarchy II

Previously on Monarchy

The wedding was a celebration that didn’t want to end. The halls were decked and the church was set with al manner of ancient allies and long forgotten grudges. For a week, the entire thing was all over the news, all over the world, in fact. It was a party akin to a United Nations summit, and it had the makings of an infamous reception.

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