if you ever lost a light

tagged by @punkrockaryastark

Rules: you have to tag 15 people at the end of this challenge. (lmao when have i ever)

5 things you’ll find in my bag:

  • Yu-Gi-Oh cards
  • A ring I lost 5 years ago and probably don’t realize is in the bag
  • A sketchbook
  • Pencil/pen case containing a mystery # of drawing utensils
  • A pack of gum (also my wallet and shit but gum is more important)

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom:

  • Approximately 59,374 art posters from various nerd conventions
  • My bed & possibly me in it
  • My cat, who is my one true love
  • My bookshelf of comic books, emo poetry & horror stories
  • Candles that I only light in the middle of the night

5 things I’ve always wanted to do:

  • Live a life free of depression and anxiety lmao
  • Go on a hella long road trip
  • Travel alone to somewhere far away 
  • Visit space
  • Write & illustrate my own book

5 things that make me feel happy:

  • Drawing/writing something I’m proud of
  • Hannigram (and just Will Graham in general)
  • My cat, my one true love
  • Loving and supporting my friends :’)
  • Halloween & sp00ky things

5 things I’m currently into:

  • Trying to re-learn anatomy after being out of practice so long
  • Tweeting (I’m like a grandma with her first smartphone)
  • Being mad about politics
  • Soul searching & existential thought on the ephemerality of existence
  • Trying to figure out my MBTI type once and for all lol

5 things on my to-do list:

  • Get into grad school
  • Actually keep up with my physical therapy ^^;
  • Finish my current scientific research so I have more time to draw
  • Move away from Louisiana
  • Be gayer

Tagging @lovecrimemp3@le-wendigogo & @vulcanplomeeksoup (idk if y’all have done this but feel free to if ya want)

GET IN MY BUSINESS PLEASE:
  1. The meaning behind my url:
  2. A picture of me:
  3. How many tattoos i have and what they are:
  4. Last time i cried and why:
  5. Piercings i have:
  6. Favorite band:
  7. Biggest turn offs:
  8. Top 5 (insert subject):
  9. Tattoos i want:
  10. Biggest turn ons:
  11. Age:
  12. Ideas of a perfect date:
  13. Life goal:
  14. Piercings i want:
  15. Relationship status:
  16. Favorite movie:
  17. A fact about my life:
  18. Phobia:
  19. Middle name:
  20. Height:
  21. Are you a virgin?
  22. What’s your shoe size?
  23. What’s your sexual orientation?
  24. Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs?
  25. Someone you miss:
  26. What’s one thing you regret?
  27. First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive:
  28. Favorite ice cream?
  29. One insecurity:
  30. What my last text message says:
  31. Have you ever taken a picture naked?
  32. Have you ever painted your room?
  33. Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex?
  34. Have you ever slept naked?
  35. Have you ever danced in front of your mirror?
  36. Have you ever had a crush?
  37. Have you ever been dumped?
  38. Have you ever stole money from a friend?
  39. Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met?
  40. Have you ever been in a fist fight?
  41. Have you ever snuck out of your house?
  42. Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back?
  43. Have you ever been arrested?
  44. Have you ever made out with a stranger?
  45. Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere?
  46. Have you ever left your house without telling your parents?
  47. Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor?
  48. Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun?
  49. Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex?
  50. Have you ever seen someone die?
  51. Have you ever been on a plane?
  52. Have you ever kissed a picture?
  53. Have you ever slept in until 3?
  54. Have you ever love someone or miss someone right now?
  55. Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by?
  56. Have you ever made a snow angel?
  57. Have you ever played dress up?
  58. Have you ever cheated while playing a game?
  59. Have you ever been lonely?
  60. Have you ever fallen asleep at work/school?
  61. Have you ever been to a club?
  62. Have you ever felt an earthquake?
  63. Have you ever touched a snake?
  64. Have you ever ran a red light?
  65. Have you ever been suspended from school?
  66. Have you ever had detention?
  67. Have you ever been in a car accident?
  68. Have you ever hated the way you look?
  69. Have you ever witnessed a crime?
  70. Have you ever pole danced?
  71. Have you ever been lost?
  72. Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country?
  73. Have you ever felt like dying?
  74. Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?
  75. Have you ever sang karaoke?
  76. Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t?
  77. Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?
  78. Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger?
  79. Have you ever kissed in the rain?
  80. Have you ever sang in the shower?
  81. Have you ever made out in a park?
  82. Have you ever dream that you married someone?
  83. Have you ever glued your hand to something?
  84. Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole?
  85. Have you ever ever gone to school partially naked?
  86. Have you ever been a cheerleader?
  87. Have you ever sat on a roof top?
  88. Have you ever brush your teeth?
  89. Have you ever ever too scared to watch scary movies alone?
  90. Have you ever played chicken?
  91. Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?
  92. Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger?
  93. Have you ever broken a bone?
  94. Have you ever been easily amused?
  95. Have you ever laughed so hard you cried?
  96. Have you ever mooned/flashed someone?
  97. Have you ever cheated on a test?
  98. Have you ever forgotten someone’s name?
  99. Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real?
  100. Give us one thing about you that no one knows.
pride is a five letter word that can be the hardest to swallow
accepting yourself is so much of a struggle
it can be ever harder when you have no lead to follow
no one to turn to, no guidance; nothing but trouble
so you became what you ever had; you took the opportunity
you became someone others could look up to
you never meant to be an icon within this community
but thank god you did, because we’d be so lost without you
you taught us that coming out is just one climax of your your story arc
you showed us the beauty of pride and all of its wonders
you may have felt lost in the dark
but you were such a light to others.
—  Having Pride ❤️💛💚💙💜  @thatsthat24
(cc, 2017)
my condolences to anyone who’s ever lost me
and to anyone who got lost in me
or to anyone who ever felt they took a loss with me.
my apologies.
for the misunderstanding or the lack thereof.
i’m sorry you missed the God in me.
and i’m sorry you missed the light.
i’m sorry you forgot the way i arose like the moon,
night after night.
with the burden to forgive
eager to feed you everything.
see.. i’m a holy woman.
i know what it’s like to give life to a being
without ever needing to press skin against one another.
i’ve practiced how to hold my tongue long enough,
i’m afraid i forgot to say goodbye.
i’m afraid you’re under the impression that i was made to please you.
i was under the impression, you understood me better.
the truth is,
i’m a super woman.
and somedays i’m an angry woman.
and somedays i’m a crazy woman.
for still waiting..
for still loving harder even if i’m aching.
for still trusting that I’m still worth the most.
for still searching
for someone to understand me better.
—  Reyna Biddy
The Element EVERYTHING in Your Story Needs

To all the writers who have ever felt lost, alone, and completely confused during the labyrinthine journey that is writing anything, and felt like screaming this at your story …

There’s hope.

There’s a light at the end of that darn tunnel. First, let me describe how I used to fight my way out of these periods of confusion and hopelessness. 

Usually, I would try to force myself to get back into the groove of the story. I would reread it, and be yelling at myself in my head, “Remember why you love it! LOVE your book again! Keep reading and FALL IN LOVE, damn it!” I’d go over descriptions, bits of dialogue, banter between the characters. I’d go over settings and imagery, and try to make myself remember how much they’d once excited me. I’d read things that had made me laugh when I typed them, sentences that I was particularly proud of, paragraphs that made me feel particularly clever. But the thing was, it didn’t work. 

I didn’t care.  

What was the problem? The problem was some of those descriptions, settings, images, and witty episodes of bantering had no Story Reason to be there. They were just there because they amused me. Just because I found the imagery beautiful. Just because I found a sentence or joke really clever and wanted to share my wit with the world. But the world didn’t care about my wit. Because the world (the people reading my book) knew subconsciously that there was no story to give that so-called witty sentence substance and meaning. I could create the most breath-taking images, I could make the most well-rounded living and breathing character, I could make a setting that you wanted to run away from home and live inside … and it didn’t matter. If the thing didn’t have a purpose for being there within the narrative, nobody cared. And I didn’t either. 

So what is a Story Reason? 

Everything in a story exists to support one of three things. 

1. The A-story: The surface plot, the quest of the main character to achieve a specific tangible goal. What the story is about on the surface. 

2. The B-Story: The love story, or relationship of the thing. Usually this relationship is instrumental in causing the third element, which is …  

3. The Character Arc. The theme of the story, the purpose, the piece of truth the story seeks to prove to the main character and the audience. 

If something in a story doesn’t contribute to the progress of these three, there’s no reason we should care about it. It has no point. Because in the end, all we care about is the story!

When it comes to scenes, story reason means continuity. It means the way the story unfolds logically. If every scene is there for a darn good reason, the scenes after and before will make total sense, they’ll connect seamlessly, a steady progression of events. Every scene’s turn triggers the next scene. 

And to do this, every scene must be able to be linked with three words: Because of that.

Because of the turn of one scene … 

The next scene happens. 

And because of the turn of that scene the next scene happens.

To illustrate how this works, let’s look at a small movie you might have heard about called Zootopia. (Thanks to @inked-withlove for the movie suggestion!)

So let’s start at this point, the turn of the scene with Clawhauser and Judy searching the file on Emmitt Otterton. 

Turn: “I have a lead." 

Because of that …

Judy has to get Nick to tell her what he knows about Otterton.

Turn: It all goes poorly, and now Nick and Judy are stuck together by an incriminating adorable carrot recorder. (The B Story, the relationship, has intertwined with the A Story.)


Because of that …

Nick takes Judy to the place he saw Otterton go, a place he thinks will cause her to give up. 

Turn: She doesn’t quit, she marches right in. (B Story: Nick sounds surprised, and a little impressed, that she didn’t back down.)

Because of that … 

She has to question a rude yoga-performing elephant. 

Turn: Though the elephant is absolutely no help, the seemingly addled yak is more than helpful – he even remembers the license plate number of the car Emmitt left in. 

Because of that …

Nick thinks his part in this endeavor is complete. But Judy remembers that she’s not in the system yet, and thus can’t run a plate. Nick, however, can. And he’s going to, or else. 

Turn: It just so happens that he has a pal at the DMV. 

Because of that …

Sloths. He takes her to a DMV run by sloths and wastes as much of her precious dwindling time as he can.

Turn: “It’s night?!”

Because of that …

Legitimate Enterprise Car Service (at least that’s what it’s called in the screenplay) is closed. Judy doesn’t have a warrant and Nick is enjoying her suffering tremendously. After a spat, she tosses the carrot over the fence instead of handing it to him.

Turn: Because she has now seen a shifty low-life climbing the fence, she has probable cause, and doesn’t need a warrant. She can go in. (B Story: Nick is looking at her with more respect.)

Because of that …

They find the car and begin investigating. The car is a crime scene; claw marks everywhere, the missing otter’s wallet … and a cocktail glass etched with a "B”.

Turn: And it all adds up for Nick. This car belongs to Mr Big, a notorious crime boss. And his polar bear henchman are right outside. They grab Judy and Nick and yank them off screen. 

Because of that  …

Judy and Nick are wedged between the bear henchman, on their way to face Mr Big. 

Turn: Nick sold him a very expensive rug that happened to be made from the fur of a skunk’s butt. Or in other words, Mr Big really doesn’t like Nick.

Because of that …

They wait fearfully for Mr Big to appear, and even when he’s revealed to be a tiny shrew, Nick still launches into obsequious and panicked mode. He tries talking his way out of it, but Mr Big really REALLY doesn’t like him. And when Judy shouts at him that she’s a cop and she has evidence on him –

Turn: “Ice ‘em.”

Because of that …

“No icing anyone at my wedding!” Fru Fru Shrew is not a happy camper. Father and daughter bicker about his promise of no murder on her wedding day, and the fact that “I have to, baby. Daddy has to.” Until – 

Turn: “She’s the bunny who saved my life yesterday. From that giant doughnut!” Well, Judy is now in Mr Big’s good books. He’s going to pay her kindness forward. Nick is floored. 

I’m gonna stop there.

SO! After going through that analysis of how the scenes are linked together, let’s abandon the “everything needs a story reason to be in there” rule, and see what happens. 

After the scene where Judy and Nick reluctantly join forces, we could add a scene where Nick is trying to remember the name of the place, and where it is. Then we could have them asking around, searching the city, refusing to ask for directions, lots of banter. THEN we can finally get to The Mystic Springs Oasis.

And after they get the plate number, maybe Nick grabs the carrot pen and makes a run for it. Then we can have a chase scene, but he gets away. Then we can have Judy trying to run the plate on her own, before realizing she isn’t in the system, and failing. Then we can have a scene where she has to track down Nick again. Then a scene where she figures out how to blackmail him into it. THEN they finally get to the DMV. 

And you know what would have happened then?

Zootopia would have made everyone bored. 

All of these inserted scenes are unnecessary. Sure, they might add conflict, add complications to Judy’s quest, but they’re ultimately just filler. They’re just there for the sake of bulking out the story. This is why that tip I hear so often in writing circles always perplexes me: “Figure out the worst possible thing that can happen to your character, then do that.” If people went with this rule, they’d just keep throwing terrible things at the characters for no apparent reason, one after another, and the reader or audience would be expected to be entertained by it (but wouldn’t be). It would be like cartoons before Mickey Mouse came along and applied story to animation: before, cartoons were just gag after gag, slapstick situations mashed together like a funny video compilation. Except with books and movies, it would just be conflict-heavy situations strung together, taking an inordinate amount of time to make any actual progress.  

Once you make sure everything has a purpose within the narrative, things get so much better.  And I find, when I reread my work I don’t have to scream at myself to “love your book or else” if everything has a reason for being there. And instead of feeling like yelling at my story like an angry overworked crab, I feel a lot more like this gif.

I hope it works for you too.

To my Valentine, I love you.
—  I shouldn’t start a love letter with an apology, but I think you’ll come to find it sincere. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be the first person to kiss you, the first time someone kissed my lips I understood that to love is to be in pain– but my sister had to explain that love shouldn’t hurt, it should be painless. The light breeze while you’re outside exploring the city during spring kind of feeling. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be the first person to hold you, the first person to hold my hands said that I shouldn’t regret anything or anyone because in this moment? This very second… you wanted it with every part of your being. It doesn’t matter in the end, the only thing that matters is the journey. The road that led you to me will ultimately lead you back to yourself. I’m sorry that I won’t be the first person to make you feel love. The ocean is a heart and I’ve been building a sandcastle that’s tall enough to seek you out. I’m sorry that I won’t be the one you’ll show off to your mother. I’m sorry that you’ll think about me when sleep is close to impossible. Valentine’s Day no longer holds value to me. I’ve been doing some thinking lately about who I am as a writer and what it means to say I love you. To love someone enough to let them go. To love someone enough to tell them to grow without you. To love someone enough that you’re willing to explain the reasons as to why it won’t work just yet. To love yourself enough to come to terms with it. One day someone’s going to treat you better than I ever will. One day someone’s going to ask you to marry him. One day someone’s going to have your smile. One day someone’s going to leave you love letters near the kitchen sink. One day someone’s going to pretend to spoon feed you during dinner and pull you in for a kiss. One day someone’s going to write poems for you and mean it when he says I want you to be mine forever. One day someone’s going to be right beside you. He’ll be right there. By your side, as the sun hits your curtains and you’re struggling to get out of bed– he’ll swing those curtains open and jump scare you. He’s going to sing for you while you’re in the shower. He’ll hold you while you’re having nightmares. He’ll reason with you intellectually if you’re ever in a dispute about art and poetry. He’ll walk you down that aisle and never think twice. He won’t do drugs and he’ll be healthy. He won’t smoke cigarettes and he won’t be perfect, but my god, he’ll make you forget about me. You’re stubborn and hard headed, you’re just like me. You’re smart and colorful down to the bristles of your soul. As an artist and a writer, we are compelled to chase after a love story fitting to declare war upon ourselves. You’re going to paint his life like how I’ve done for you. He’s going to squeeze your palms and ask for a dance. He’s going to hold your hips and ask for a walk. The moon will be out and you’ll enjoy your night. Love screams from a multidimensional place– I’ve seen seen love crash and burn. I’ve seen love destroy and rebuild. I’ve seen love light enough to blind us from ever seeing the truth. I’ve seen a love that’s frightening. I’ve seen terror within the night– you’re only sober if it feels right. I’ve seen who I am and I’m still lost. Some words cost us an eternity of apologies. Some feelings never leave us, even if the people do. You’re more than what I can ask for, you’re more than you know. We’ve been down this road before. Some day we’ll forget about who we are today, some day we’ll change forever. Some day you’ll understand the why, some day you’ll find the who, some day he’ll bring you to the where, some day he’ll show you what’s in his heart, and you’ll realize about the how. I’m still searching for myself– I’m falling deeper into a sea that isn’t designed for swimming. I’m stuck in a place that only has room for one person. Do you ever feel like there’s something wrong with the way that we are? Something’s always missing in the daily routine, there’s something broken inside of my head. Love letters sprinkled with heartfelt laughter– I wish I could give you that. I only want the best for you even if that person isn’t me.
illuminate summary
  • Ruin: "do i ever croshh your mind" like 927927 times
  • Mercy: mershhy
  • Treat you better: woah, shawn, ur so confident
  • Three empty words: i'm worried about her little bro
  • Don't be a fool: running low 2.0
  • Like this: NO SHAHWN, YOU DIDNT LOST THIS FIGHT YET, JUST GET UP
  • No promises: sex, but safe
  • Lights on: just more sex. no kid in love anymore.
  • Honest: brutal mendes
  • Patience: *cool guitar beat*
  • Bad reputation: AKA in love with slut
  • Understand: okay i'm proud
  • Hold on: just play it on my funeral
  • Roses: friendzone as holy fuck
It’s why we love art so much. Paintings, music, poetry, journals filled to the brim with drawings and sharp words - they explain our feelings. They put into words what we can’t say out loud. They show us we’re not the only ones who feel lost at times, who struggle, who find joy in creativity. Please don’t ever give up on your art. Don’t let anyone convince you it’s not worth it. You don’t know whose day you could light up by showing what they’ve been longing to say but never knew how to.
—  art / n.j.
Why People Fall In Love

Muses: Jeon Jungkook.
Words: 4.7k words of cringe worthy fluff.
Type: fwb!au + fake dating!au
Note: This is another my ‘to be posted’ scenarios, posted.  Yay. :D

+ An agreement to become Jungkook’s fake girlfriend and a trip back to his hometown lets you see more of the Jeon Jungkook who you think is only made of Friday hookups and boyish charms.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


“So let me get this straight, your brother’s bringing his girlfriend home for dinner this weekend and you ‘sorta’ blurted out that you have a girlfriend too just because you want to prove that he’s wrong about you not being able to keep a girl?”

Sheepishly, Jungkook smiles and rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, sorta.”

At his nonchalance, you lightly smack his chest; it’s not like he’s going to feel anything if you straight out punch him anyway. “He’s totally right!”

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Just bro things

Telling your bro you love him because you are dying and you need to say it

I love you, bro.

When you are ready to die so your bro doesn’t die alone and because without him nothing matters anymore.

I could go with you, bro.

Not wanting your bro to change, because you have realised how wonderful he is and how much you care about him.

Don’t ever change, bro.

keeping your bro clothes to have something to remember him after he leaves.

It smelled like you, bro.

Calling your bro sunshine because he is the light of your life.

Morning sunshine, some coffee?

Suffering at the lost of your bro and screaming his name to wake him .

never do that again, bro.

Running away from your bro to keep him safe from the monsters that are hunting you.

I prayed to you bro, every night.

Getting lost in your bro’s eyes

The last person who looked me like that I got laid, bro.

Giving your bro a mixtape with your favourite songs of your favourite band.

It’s a gift bro, you keep those.

Giving everything up, risking your life and leaving everything behind for your bro.

I did it, all of it, for you, bro.

Normal Horoscope:

Aries: would you trust you do do that? What’s the biggest trust you would trust you to do? Start there minus 20% trust-mass and do 3 sets of 8 reps.

Taurus: Keep a notebook by your bed, even if you don’t write. Come morning it will hold some magestic dribble from your own subconscious.

Gemini: The best apples are at the top back but who has that kind of time? People making a pie. That’s who. Know when you are making a pie.

Cancer: Life is short, aim carefully. People aren’t perfect, use explosives.

Leo: Interesting people with insufferable opinions always know how to use a semicolon correctly. Grammar is for people with nothing to say.

Virgo: The star responsible for your horoscope tonight was temporarily lost in an Ikea and too tired from all the excitement that followed. Check in tomorrow when they are rested.

Libra: You are a light in the dark. Finally those home bioluminescence experiments were good for something.

Scorpio: Throw off suspicion by wiggling your eyebrows dramatically. Nobody in trouble ever pulls shit like that.

Ophiuchus: Adrenaline is truly a double edged sword. Responsible for bursts of heroic strength as well as flop sweat. Everyone knew someone like adrenaline.

Sagittarius: Support your community with large stilts. Get to it buddy you heard the stars.

Capricorn: Make an impression! Brand your likeness into the dining room table. Threaten to do it to other surfaces! Continue the conversation.

Aquarius: You love it. It’s horrific. What’s the problem?

Pisces: The position of Mars says you should consider bending backwards at the spine on the bus tomorrow, upsetting several people with your cries for help, and then revealing the whole thing to be a prank. People need a shake up.

The shadow of a figure danced across the floorboards, an outline of someone bent lazily against the door frame. A single golden lamp illuminated the room, and just that light was enough to make out a pair of glimmering blue eyes in the inky darkness. Your heart faltered, breath hitching in your throat-

“Kai?” You whispered, your voice shaking.

He melted out of the darkness, handsome as ever, familiar goofy grin plastered to his flushed lips. 

“Hi,” he breathed lightly.

And just like that, the crushing pain of loss you’d been drowning in for years was gone, and he was here in the flesh, and god, you loved him so damn much. Tears clawing at your eyes, your voice was lost as you bolted across the room, plummeting straight into his outstretched arms, sobbing uncontrollably into the soft fabric of his tee. You couldn’t believe it. That overpowering cologne was his, those firm arms locking around your waist were his, and that heartbeat strumming in his chest was his.

“Is it really you?” you wept in shock, fingers clawing into his back as you pressed tighter, wanting to know that this feeling was real.

“It’s me, sweetheart,” he cooed, his hand coming up to your head, the feeling of his cool rings gliding across your skin as he ran his fingers through your hair.

You released him, bending up on your tip-toes to reach his perfectly sculpted face. You trailed your fingertips lightly over his features in awe, finger pads gliding across his jawline, stubble, and tracing around his lips. 

“Malachai?” you whispered again, still disbelieving. “How do I know I’m not hallucinating?”

His fingers crawled under your chin, raising your head so your eyes were forced to meet his brilliant blue ones.

“Because if you were,” his voice rumbled deeply, “you wouldn’t feel this.”

His eyes fluttered closed, full lips coming gently to lock with yours. His hands went slithering around your waist, lips conjoined like two puzzle pieces, the taste of his mouth intoxicating. His nose squished against yours as he dipped in deeper for the briefest of moments before drawing back.

“Believe me now?” he asked gently.

But you didn’t need to answer, for the tears streaming down your cheeks told the answer. Kai brushed off your tears before bringing his fingers to pull away your loose strands of hair affectionately back into place. You brought your forehead to his, arms swinging around his neck, the aching in your heart numbing with every second he held you.

“I promised you I’d go to hell and back for you,” he murmured.

Gif cred - arianagrandes

He asks her why she drinks- she tells him she drinks to forget. Softly, he brushes her hair behind her ear and takes the bottle of Jack out of her hand, then holds her close as the tears slide down her pale skin, beginning to release the pain inside her.

“I’ve got you. It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he whispers, and she is reminded of the feeling of light flowing through her skin as he runs his hand through her long curly hair.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know. It’s going to be okay.”

—  j.f // midnight, and another bottle on the side • excerpts of stories I will never write
Wedding Date - Jughead Jones

Pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

Word Count : 1,013

Warnings : none

Requests are open!

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Sitting at a round table, you were admiring the view in front of you. Your older sister, happily dancing with her newly wedded husband.

“Isn’t this beautiful?” you asked your long-timed boyfriend, Jughead Jones the third, who was sitting right next to you. The usual beanie who was normally on his head, was nowhere to be seen. His raven locks gave him the cute, boyish look that you loved. You were kind of glad that he had tried to dress formally for the celebration. He looked down and smirked before answering,

“Is that a trick question?” You playfully nudged him in his side, knowing he was messing with you.

“You’re supposed to say yes!” He chuckled at you and took your hand in his, bringing warmth and a fuzzy feeling in your stomach. Even though you guys had been dating for already a few years, he always had the same effect on you.

“She is pretty, but you’re pulchritudinous.” You raised your eyebrows, giving him a puzzled look. Jughead had that way of coming up with words you’d never heard before. He was a box full of surprises.

“English, please?” He sweetly laughed at your confused expression and replied,

“It basically means that you are a delight for my eyes.” The blood rushed to your cheeks, probably giving you a small pink tint. Your boyfriend could feel your embarrassment and tried lighting up the mood,

“Don’t be shy (y/n). You are the most alluring and divine creature I’ve ever seen.” A smile crept up your face as Jughead said those words to you.

“Well, you’re pretty foxy yourself.”

“Foxy?” Jughead said back dazed and amused by your new vocabulary.

“Yeah, foxy! It means artful, cunning, knowing- which I personally think describes you perfectly.” You explained. At this moment, something seemed to shine in his blue orbs. He leaned towards you, for only you to hear,

“Have I ever told you that I love you?” You gazed back at him.

“Only every day.”

A dorky smile appeared on him as you kissed his cheek. The next minutes had passed in a comfortable silence, both of you appreciating your surroundings. You and your sister’s friends had token hours to decorate the backyard for the wedding.

Usually you weren’t the arts and craft type but you loved your sister fondly and would do anything for her on this special day. Fairy lights we’re hanging on trees and across the dance floor. All the tables had a bouquet of sunflowers in a translucent vase. Balloons were scattered everywhere across the floor. You had also tried some diys from pinterest but didn’t really get an interesting ending. In other words, they turned out horribly. An enticing tune was playing in the background which you were quietly humming.

Seeing your sister like that made you so happy. It made you think about your future with Jughead. If you two would ever get married. As you were lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed your boyfriend getting up, and offering you his hand for you to take.

“Will you give me this dance?” Your boyfriend asked. The music had turned to a slow song. One of your favourites. You smiled and him and gladly took his hand.

“Of course.” Hand in hand, you and your boyfriend made your way to the dance floor where other couples were starting to appear. Jughead placed his hands on your waist and yours gently rested on his shoulders. The two of you were lightly moving to the rhythm of the romantic sway. You looked up, your gaze meeting his.

“Have you ever thought about us? Like, in the future us?” His eyebrows furrowed and peeked at the sky, thinking before saying,

“Sometimes.” He answered, “I like to think of us being together after school. Going to college would be fun. Maybe settling down after?” You bet your bottom lip.

“Yeah I’d like that…” You trailed off, “And what about after? What would you want? Would you want… this?” You asked motioning to the world around you.

“You mean the wedding?” You nodded, “I wouldn’t mind calling you wifey and being your hubby.” You both laughed and grinned and his comment. “Wouldn’t it bother your parents though? I know your dad isn’t very fond of me.”

“My dad isn’t the one who’s going to be deciding who I’m going to spend the rest and most of my days with. Besides, my dad’s moving to Arizona in the next month or so. It’ll only be me and my mom. You know she cares about you.” I said back.

“I’m sorry about your dad. I know you two don’t have the best of relationship right now, but just try to make the best out of the time you two have left together.” Jughead knew that your parents had separated when you were only a child. You couldn’t clearly remember how they announced it but every time you thought about it, your heart ached. Your boyfriend continued, “On the good side, since your sister is moving out, doesn’t it mean that there’s going to be more place for me?” You teasingly hit him,

“Oh shut it you oaf”

He smirked and pressed his forehead against yours. His icy blue eyes piercing into your (y/e/c) ones.

“To answer that question of yours, yes, I’d like you to be my wife someday.” He titled his head forward and his damp lips met yours. The kiss was sweet but passionate. It probably would’ve lasted longer if you two hadn’t been in public. Or to be more precise, to your sister’s wedding. Just when you two parted away, your sister came up to you with a smile bigger than ever,

“Hey love birds, looks like you two are next.” With that, she walked away and left you a giggling mess in your boyfriend’s arms. Jughead smugly smirked at you.

“Can you at least promise me one thing
(y/n)?”

“Depends what.”

“That we’ll at least have nine kids.” You chuckled and wondered how you got the chance to have such an amazing boyfriend.

My condolences to anyone who has ever lost me, and to anyone who got lost in me or to anyone who ever took a loss with me, my apologies for the misunderstanding or the lack there of. I’m sorry you missed the God in me and I’m sorry you missed the light, I’m sorry you forgot the way I rose like the moonlight after night with the burden to forgive, ego to feed you, everything

See, I’m a holy woman. I know what it’s like to give life to a being without ever needing to press skin to one another. I’ve practiced how to hold my tongue long enough, I’m afraid I forgot to say goodbye. I’m afraid that you’re under the impression that I was made to please you. I was under the impression that you understood me better

The truth is, I’m a superwoman, and some days I’m an angry woman, and some days I’m a crazy woman for still waiting, for still loving harder even if I’m aching, for still trusting that I’m still worth the most, for still searching, for someone to understand me better

—  Intro | Kehlani
Love’s like falling into a deep, dark pit. You’re so lost and confused. But then you see a tiny glimmer of light and you realise that the cave is all light and that you’re the one who’s been in the darkness all along. After a few days you soon notice that the initial ‘darkness’ you saw was merely your eyes adjusting to their new surroundings. I don’t get why people don’t want to be in love.Like what’s more beautiful than an instinct that makes you care about someone more than you ever could care about yourself?

From nonnie:  Hi! Can you do a logan x reader fic where the reader has deep feelings for logan but they have this friends with benefits thing going on and she’s scared to tell him but one day after they bang he tells her he actually cares for her *feels everywhere* 

Word count: 1237

Originally posted by pleasingpics

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“F-fuck Logan, don’t stop.” You sighed, the man on top of you thrust his hips in a languid motion, hitting right where you wanted him.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in closer. His hand was in your hair and he tugged hard, you moaned and reveled at the feeling of his lips and teeth against your neck and his beard scratching against your collarbone, and it felt so fucking good you almost screamed. Logan pounded you harder, you yelped at the feeling of his tip hitting that spot and he used his free hand to brush against your bundle of nerves, earning a throaty moan from your lips.

You raked your nails down his back as you sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, you bit down hard as he bottomed out inside you. You felt yourself come undone. “Yes-yes Logan, oh Logan, harder, please, I’m cumming-”

“That’s it- princess, oh yes, I’m fuckin’- I’m gonna cum, where do you want it?” Logan whispered against your lips.

His eyes were burning into you yours and you used your legs to pull him closer again as your pussy started to quiver around him, silently answering his question. You moaned into his kiss as he spilled himself inside you and he smothered his face into your neck and growled as he rode out his orgasm, still deftly swiping his fingers over your clit, drawing another screaming orgasm from you.

He slumped next to you as you both came down, automatically pulling you to lay on his chest.

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This had been going on for about 3 months, you and Logan became friends with benefits after he came back from a mission, covered in blood, some of his own, some of his enemies. His clothes were ripped to shreds and although he didn’t need any medical attention, he let you help him anyway.

But things don’t always go as planned, things change and so do people, including you.

After a whole night of non-stop, unbridled sex, and everything that leads up to it, you had fallen asleep curled against Logan’s vigorous body once again, every inch of him stuck to you like velcro.

You had woken the next morning to Logan’s face smushed against the space between your neck and collarbone, his snores rumbled through his body and the vibrations tickled your skin and you giggled lightly.

You had taken a moment to admire his sleeping form; his hand had absent-mindedly cupped your breast in his sleep and the other winded behind your back, you had draped your arms around his broad shoulders. The way your bodies were tangled made you look like tangled vines, your leg was hiked up over his hip and his legs were between and underneath yours.

You felt complete, you were caught in pure bliss, but you just wish you didn’t have to hide.

Hm, Y/N.” Logan mumbled in his sleep, that’s when you knew you were in love with the man wedged against you. And you didn’t know what else to do apart from close your eyes, letting the smell of smoke and sandalwood engulf your nostrils.

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You had taken a night to yourself, you walked around the grounds of the school without telling anyone where you had gone, seeking a silence the inside walls couldn’t give you. You were becoming afraid of your feelings towards Logan, there was no way he would return them, and you were contemplating on shutting whatever it was between you down.

When you arrived back into your assigned room, you were shoved against the shut door by a strong pair of familiar hands.

“Logan! What the fuck are you doing?! And why are you in my room? I thought we were keeping this whole… thing… low-key?” Your chest heaved as you tried to get your breathing even again, looking up at his darkened eyes.

“Next time you go for a fuckin’ walk, TELL SOMEBODY!” You flinched at his growing volume. “You know that we don’t have some magical barrier around this place- god, whatever, it doesn’t matter.”

He went to open the door but you stopped him, grabbing his wrist, your fingers didn’t even manage to wrap around it fully, he was so… big. His arm went limp against your touch, and you trailed your fingers up to his jaw, stroking the scruff that was there.

Kiss me.” It was more a plea than a demand, and you couldn’t meet his eyes as you let the words roll off your tongue.

Logan then proceeded to pin you against the door again, but this time he was gentle as ever, treating you like a porcelain doll in his calloused hands. You wracked your brain to try and remember when the last time he was this tender with you, and you lost yourself in his touch.

He stooped and caught your soft thighs, wrapping them around his hips and leading you to your bed. His lips were timid and soft against your own, he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck with the same gentleness, easing you back onto the mattress as his body hovered over yours.

The kiss was light, there was no teeth, and only a slight amount of tongue and you sighed as you broke apart. You slowly peeled one another’s clothing off, moving like waves, for the first time you felt nervous, and you could feel his body language shift.

When you were both bare to each other, Logan peppered lazy open-mouthed kisses from your lips to your breasts and you arched your back as you felt two familiar fingers enter you at a mind-boggling pace. His slow, teasing movements made you gasp and writhe against his fingers. You reached for him and started stroking his cock at the same pace as he was stroking you, earning a small moan that vibrated against your lips.

As he pushed into you, you felt whole, and not like the usual way; you felt your chest swell and your fingertips tingle with electricity as he slowly thrust inside you. It was the first time you hadn’t cried out or groaned in lust and it was warm and fuzzy, your body wasn’t covered in sweat, and you started to rock against him, but he held your hips in place.

“Listen I…I love you, Y/N, ever since you woke up that morning and let me stay, you didn’t tell me to wake up or get out like I would do occasionally do to you because you were snoring, ” You giggled at his words,  "You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve met, nobody compares.“ You breathed a sigh of relief as he confessed.

"I love you too, Logan.” You kissed him deeply as he started moving again, a few moments later the tension behind your naval snapped and you came undone around him, and he stumbled down right after you.

It was going to be difficult, but you were anticipating the ride.