is it only going to get worse from here

anonymous asked:

Do you have any advice for homesickness at university? I am dreading going back, I find it very hard to adjust

I hope you’ll find it easier soon. Here’s some points my therapist wrote down for me. Maybe they’ll help you as well. 

1. Get out of your room

It’s going to be worse if you sit in your room and exclude yourself from the world around you. In fact, this will only exaggerate your homesickness and loneliness, bringing you down further. University is packed with opportunities to try new things and meet new people – take up a sport, join student clubs and societies, find a part-time job, check out the campus social calendar. Staying busy and active is going to prevent feeling homesick and it will give you new friends and awesome days. 

2. Keep a positive attitude

This is easier said than done, I know. But if you make the effort, it really is possible to maintain a positive attitude. Your homesickness at university isn’t going to get any better if you keep dwelling on the negatives – so keep reminding yourself of all the good things about being here. You could even write a list of positive things that happen each week: new things you’ve learned, new opportunities you’ve gained, new friends you’ve made. And even when you feel worst, make yourself smile – it really does help. 

3. Stay healthy

It’s important to remember to stay healthy while you’re away from home. Not only will this make you feel a lot better in yourself, it will also help boost your energy levels and improve your concentration. Remember to eat well, get plenty of sleep, and regularly drink water.

4. Stay in touch with friends and family

Speaking to someone you feel close to can be an instant pick-me-up, so make sure you stay in touch with friends and family back home. Pick up the phone, use Skype or instant messaging, or even send letters and postcards. Don’t keep your homesickness at university a secret; sharing any problems will help you to start feeling better. But at the same time, don’t turn the conversation into an excuse to moan for an hour – remember to focus on the positives too! It’s hard in the beginning but you’ll get used to it with time and learn to enjoy the freedom of being on your own. 

5. Make use of student support services

If you’re really struggling with homesickness at university, don’t be afraid to make use of your university’s student support services. Homesickness is completely normal, and universities are experienced in helping students settle in. Your university’s student support department may offer counselling services, student mentoring programs, or be able to offer suggestions on activities you could get involved with to start you feeling more at home.

6. Don’t give yourself a hard time

It’s perfectly normal to miss home once you’re away. It’s your first time standing on your own and relying entirely on yourself and that is a hard task. Feeling homesick isn’t a weakness, nor is it something you should beat yourself up about. 

7. Set a date for when you’re visiting home, and stick to it. 

If you’re feeling really homesick it may be tempting to run home at the first opportunity, but the first few weekends of uni are when friends are made and you really settle in. If possible, set a date a few weeks into term to visit home or for your family to visit you. 

my heart breaks for harry and louis. i think anyone who was here in 2013 can agree that back then we didn’t think things could get any worse. things were really bad…harry and louis couldn’t look at each other and it was really fucking sad. if you asked any of us what we thought things would be like in 2017 i guarantee 9 out 10 people would have told you they’d be out and free by now. no one could have ever guessed this shit we’re seeing today. these are two of the kindest, greatest, most talented individuals i’ve seen and they deserve the fucking WORLD. my heart breaks for them bc they’ve been through more shit than anyone should ever have to go through. i hope to god things will go their way soon. sometimes things have to get worse before they can get better. let’s hope it’ll only go up from here bc they truly deserve it more than anyone. 💙💚

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She was achy, her eyes were killing her and the constant thrum in her head was just a friendly reminder that she had cried herself to sleep last night, and was now paying the consequences.

She was sure she didn’t look that great either. Her normal put together look was just not gonna happen today, she was too damn tired. Running a hand through her messy ponytail, she sighed, buttoning the blouse she had on, holding her hands to her heart. How did she get here?

She had never thought he would hurt her, she trusted him. He knew how important that trust was to her, so how could he do this?

The “he” in question was none other than her boyfriend of six months, Jughead jones.

Leaning against her locker, gently resting her head on the cool metal grates she closed her eyes. She was early and she allowed herself a minute to enjoy the quiet of the empty halls. She had to wake up practically an hour early to avoid Jughead, he always walked her to school and she couldn’t even look at him right now.

Thinking of the beanie wearing boy, her eyes welled with unshed tears, she loved him. She was so stupid. She should have learned, it was nearly impossible to love her. Archie had made that clear, and now the picture in her phone of Jughead and Sabrina spellman further cemented that fact.

She had been having an amazing day, cherrleading with Ronnie, manicures with Kevin. She settled into her bed content and happy last night.

That was until she received a picture message from Cheryl blossom with the words

“I know we aren’t besties, but I wanted you to see it from me first. Sorry girl.”

Attached to it was a picture of Jughead kissing the short haired blonde in a booth at pops, it was taken from a distance so it was a bit blurry, the beanie was visible and the curvy blonde was recognizable from any distance.

Obviously he didn’t care about her at all,he didn’t even try to hide. It all happened right there at pops, she was humiliated, heart broken and just sad.

Suddenly students started filtering in and she lifted her head from the locker. Immediately she noticed the looks, people were staring at her whispering. Holding her head high, she clutched her books to her chest. They wouldn’t win, not with her.

Suddenly the front doors slammed open and jughead stood feet away from her, he looked almost worse than she did, the blood shot eyes, dirty flannel and missing beanie.

Woah. She had only seen him without a beanie a few times and that was never in front of other people. She wasn’t going to stand here and admire his mess of black waves though, she had to go. Get out of this hallway. Turning on her heel, she took off, shoulders slumped and tears steaming. She heard his heavy, quick footsteps behind her.

“Betty, bets, please. Talk to me, you wouldn’t answer any of my messages last night and when I came over your dad said you wouldn’t see me, I have to explain, please let me explain.” He was pleading. She could hear it in his voice. Jumping to stand in front of her he reached for her face “bets” she flinched away. All she could see was that damn picture.

“Just…just leave me alone.” She whispered

“Betty.” He choked out.

Suddenly she was ushered into a classroom and was being embraced by the gorgeous raven haired girl she was lucky enough to call her best friend.

“It’s not what you think B, I was there I saw it all. That skank pretty much jumped him. I know it looks horrible, but you have to believe him. He loves you.”

Betty couldn’t comprehend all this. It was too much

“ I have to go, class is starting. Thank you Ronnie.” She walked out the door.

Maybe she was right, maybe it was all a misunderstanding. But could she let her heart be that vulnerable? She’d allowed her heart to be destroyed by Archie, she couldn’t let that happen again.

Walking into her chemistry class, she took a deep breathe, she forgot. She sat next to Jughead in this class. The room went quiet as she took her seat. Everyone was waiting for her to explode. Fortunately for her, her family had taught her to only explode on the inside.

As soon as professor flute started speaking, Jughead turned to her.

“ I am so sorry baby.” She straightened a bit, he only ever called her baby when he was scared.

“I didn’t even realize it was happening. One second she’s asking for my ketchup and the next she’s sitting there, talking to me, touching me. Than before I knew it she attacked me. I’m such an idiot. I shouldn’t have let her get that close, I don’t think. I’m the biggest asshole in the world. But I promise you, I did not kiss her. I would never. I.. betty .. please you have to know how much I love you.”

She looked into his eyes finally, her heart ached when she noticed the tears in her eyes.

“She’s beautiful juggie.” She whispered

His eyes widened and he shook his head, placing his hand under her chin

“Betty.. don’t you get it? You’re everything.”

Her eyes closed and she let the tears hit his palm.

“I love you Jughead. I can’t.. I can’t let you break my heart.. I don’t..”

“No.” he said drawing the professors eyes towards his. Even the old man seemed to realize this couldn’t wait “No Betty. That’s not me, I will never break your heart. Not on purpose. You know me, I would rather die than hurt you. You’re so beautiful and good and kind I… God please don’t leave me. ”

She closed her eyes when she felt his tears hit her arms, that he was gripping.

“I believe you ” she finally breathed out, grabbing his hand.

Almost all of the tension he was holding in was instantly released. “Thank you, thankyou so much.”

“I’m gonna kill Sabrina, you know that right?” She said her face hard as stone.

Jughead nodded

“If it makes you feel any better, I pretty much lost it on her, called her a few choice names and then very gently shoved her out of the booth.”

Betty laughed, leaning into her boyfriend.

“That’s nothing compared to when I see her.”

He snorted
“I know, I expect nothing less.”

Looking into his eyes, she saw the love shining through them, it made her heart flutter

“I love you Jughead.”

He dropped his lips to hers, with the brightest smile she had ever seen he whispered

“Not nearly as much as I love you Betty Cooper.”

As soon as there lips touched each other’s the class erupted into simultaneous
“Awwwwws”

And professor flute cleared his throat effectively ruining the moment.

“Now if we can continue.” He raised a pointed brow towards the couple.

Swinging his arm over Betty, Jughead smiled at the teacher

“After you.”

Betty giggled.

SINCERELY, YOUR NEW FWB

Originally posted by magiccastles

anon said : can you do a yugyeom enemy to fwb smut where the reader is a bit younger? thank you!

Summary : You say you can’t stand him. He tells you to take a seat then.

Warnings : language, smut

Word Count : 2.8k+


If Yugyeom interrupted the lecturer one more time, you were going to take the stapler off of the desk and staple his lips shut. Okay… not really. That was a really gross thought actually. You discreetly shook your head, trying to get the image the thought had conjured out of your mind.

You had been thrilled to be selected as a TA during your first year of college. The thrill had lessened slightly as the year had progressed. Honestly it wasn’t the job that had lessened the thrill. Everything would have been fine if Yugyeom wasn’t a student in the only class you were working as a TA in.

Yugyeom. College Junior. Majoring in dance. Minoring in music. A complete jerk.

It seemed that he’d made it his job to annoy every serious college student, go to every college party, and to have sex with every hot college girl. And one more thing… what was it… oh yeah! He’d made it his job to annoy the shit out of you.

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#when will the Original Iwatobi Relay Team come back from the war

I was feeling nostalgic earlier and i skimmed through the high speed manga and i remembered again how much i love my tiny rarepairs, like makorin who are adorable and smiling up there because they were friends and also had fondness for each other.

and also i saw this tiny panel

it’s smol and like… at the back of a Very Important Haruka panel but this made me smile so much because this was the scene before Nagisa went to say “I’m really nervous!” all smiley at Haruka??? this implies that he was more nervous and worried but rin talked to him so he’s kinda more smiley after?? that’s such a cute small detail!!! also rin and nagisa are so touchy, i appreciate my cuddle buddies being on #brand.

i love nagirin so much ok

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4x01 “Lazarus Rising”
On the Aspect of Objectification and Invasion of Privacy

So I re-watched this episode the other day and I felt the need to type this up after this scene rolled around, because imho it is actually quite a disturbing moment as it is one incident of many over the course of the show in which Dean as a character gets objectified (yes, he partially joked about just that in S3 when he has his “She’s All That”-moment with Bella and yes, it is also one of the few incidents outright playing with the notion of Dean on SPN being framed with typically female associated stereotypes such as prettiness, being emotional, etc.) or rather downright harassed.

As I said before the list of Dean having his privacy - physically as well as mentally - invaded is a long one. Think of Meg force-kissing Dean without his consent or how Amara got way too close into Dean’s personal space and overrode his agency. Azazel is another good - or well, horrifying, example - but there sure are many more incidents in which characters either comment on Dean’s good looks in a defaming/degrading fashion (you could even count Bobby’s “princess”-comment here, but for the moment I’d file that under parental loving teasing even though of course there are a lot of problematic things that could be said about this) trying to ridicule Dean or catch him off-guard or physically get way too close to be considered in any way appropriate.

The reason why this scene makes me so deeply uncomfortable is due to how a) it is embedded into the narrative and b) how it seems to be supposed to be perceived by the audience.

So let’s take a deeper look at this scene, shall we?

We start into this scene with Dean having just returned from Hell and being plagued by his experiences there as the flashbacks clearly indicate. It’s just mere days after he dug himself out of his grave and the first few minutes the audience meets Dean after the last it seen him was one season prior when he was strung up on chains about to be pulled apart in Hell by meat hooks. And yes, Dean’s Hell is sadly rather descriptive of Dean’s entire life in which he was the one desperately trying to keep a family together that was drifting apart with him smack in the middle and therefore ending up being the one hurt most. He was pulled apart alive figuratively speaking, in Hell - as we know - he was pulled apart literally. From everything that we can gather from Dean’s flashbacks and later on the confrontation with Alistair who is probably the prime example for the abuse Dean suffered mentally and physically in Hell and what he continues to reveal to Sam over the course of S4, it is not too crazy to assume that Dean has been subjected to torture and abuse of any kind and in ways unimaginable.

Keep that in the back of your mind when looking at this scene play out and also keep in mind why Dean after Hell proceeds to sleep only fully clothed (I’ve written about that topic, about protective layers last in my “Dean Wearing John’s Old Leather Jacket” before HERE). That’s telling you a lot without Dean having to say a single word about what happened to him in Hell. So yes, keep all that in mind and now look at this moment again. The reason that Pamela throughout the show and the few times she pops up is framed as “a friend/good person” might be why people don’t pick up on it immediately, but what Pamela does here is wrong and disgusting on so many levels and checks all the boxes for harassment/non-con. Sure, her and the boys have joked about a threesome before, but this right here is never in any case okay.

And it gets even worse when you know that the only people he was touched by with “loving hands” after 40 years of torture were Bobby and his brother - and I bet even those hugs must have been somewhat difficult at first (even if they then were very cherished). Now he is back, but barely with head above water and trying to find out who saved him from Hell and they go see a stranger and then that woman proceeds to just grab him between the legs. There is nothing remotely normal or funny about that and when you look at Dean’s face you can tell how freaked out he is about the whole incident. He is fragile all over in this entire episode and scene (the whole season really, and frankly who wouldn’t be after returning from Hell) and so self-conscious about the handprint alone. Just showing that bit of skin to someone he doesn’t know you can see is a task for him and then right before this happens.

And then there is the question of how the show intended for this scene to be perceived. I’d argue many casual viewers would not recall this as an extremely problematic moment at all and that is exactly what unsettles me tbh, because similarly as “Yellow Fever” - and yes, I can understand Dean being afraid of a cat may seem funny, but really the whole episode is not - I feel/fear most casual viewers would probably smirk or even laugh. Now tell me, would they do that if the roles were reversed..?

John will still try and bottle everything up. He thinks that hug with Sherlock, that hug where his facade cracked, is the most he can ever take, can ever get.

He remembers when he was younger, and how every problem Harry had buzzed around in his brain- probably intentionally, now he thinks about it, just so he didn’t have to think about himself. He remembers being in the army, with worries and fears that weighed down like stones on his chest. And for some reason, everyone else could share their stones, that was allowed. But something told John that if he were to ever open his mouth, if he were ever to confess, then those stones would turn and ruin and crush everyone he told.

He thought his silence was a necessity.

And then, when Sherlock died, those stones came back, he was sure he could feel his ribs crack with the weight. But he couldn’t say it. “I’m sorry, I can’t.”

And then, that day with Sherlock, it got too much. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. And so something had to give.

But now, no, now he is still terrified. He can’t share more, can’t risk those stones breaking Sherlock, beautiful and kind and undeserving Sherlock.

It is a practised art, but it becomes much more difficult when he and Sherlock start sleeping together. But John has trained himself to keep quiet, to wrench himself out of a nightmare and swallow back screams, keep his breathing so so quiet.

But no one can be silent forever.

One night, it’s too much, it’s all just too much, and John knows he has to get out now before he breaks. He flees to the bathroom and sits on the cold tiles, bites down on his hand to muffle his scream.

He thinks he just might have got away with it. But then he stands, and his shaking hands knock his toothbrush to the floor. It falls with a clatter.

The door opens. Sherlock stands there, hair an utter disaster and once sleepy eyes sharpening before him.

John closes his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he gets out. It feels like someone is strangling him. “I’m sorry, this wasn’t supposed to- you-just, please go back to bed, I have to do this on my own-”

There are hands, warm and steady and loving and patient hands around him. John starts to shake.

“Oh, no,” Sherlock whispers. His head rests on John’s. “Oh, no, John, no. You’re not- you don’t have to… You’re not alone.”

John shakes his head, the trembling only getting worse. Sherlock pulls him close.

“You’re allowed…you’re allowed this, John, do you hear me? Do you understand? It’s okay, it’s okay…”

One sob, choked back. But that is all it takes as suddenly John is crying in earnest, head bowed, tucked away from the world and just… letting Sherlock hold him.

“That’s it, shh, that’s right, John. That’s it…oh, John…”

Sherlock presses his lips to John’s hair.

“Let’s get out of here, alright? You’re cold. Let’s go back to bed, you don’t need to talk if you don’t want to.”

And somehow, Sherlock manages to guide him back, take him home. They’re lying in bed, wrapped around each other. John opens his eyes to meet Sherlock’s.

“It-” he hisses as his eyes fill again, “it gets bad, sometimes. Really- really- bad…”

Sherlock smiles. It means understanding. Acceptance.

“I know,” he murmurs. “Me too. But that’s okay, John. Honestly, it is.”

John breathes out, turns his face into Sherlock’s neck. He can feel Sherlock swallow.

“A- a wise man…a good man once told me alone doesn’t protect us.”

John half laughs, and his tears drip onto Sherlock’s neck.

“You don’t have to be alone anymore. I’m here, John. I’m here.”

His chest, for the first time in years, is light.

You see, you never really think your world is crashing and burning to the ground until you’re staring at it, shattered all over the floor. And I always believed that once you hit rock bottom, the only way you can go is up.

But things keep spiraling out of control. The days aren’t getting any better and I’m struggling just to breathe over here. I’ve been through hell and back and I’m not getting any silver linings.

I’m not going up.

I haven’t hit my rock bottom yet.

—  c.f. // “it’s only going to get worse”

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you had thoughts on how they changed the Magnus killing his stepfather story from the books?

Yeah!!! I haven’t had the chance to post about it, but I actually liked the change. In the books, Magnus killed his stepfather because his father tried to drown him and so he only killed him to save himself. The way they changed it in the show, Magnus killed him deliberately because his stepfather angered him.

The whole “I wasn’t in control and accidentally killed someone” is a trope that’s been done before, so this puts a unique spin on it because it was a conscious choice, but at the same time it was a choice he made as a 9 year old boy whose thought processes have not yet fully matured and who, in that moment, had just been severely traumatized by his mother’s death and his stepfather blaming him for it. But Magnus isn’t able to detach himself from that and so the guilt he carries is as if he made that decision as an adult, with all of the understanding of what it means to take a life.

There’s a lot of potential in terms of where they’ll go from here. I don’t think Magnus is a pacifist because he’s shown he’s willing to kill if necessary to defend his people – but it certainly makes sense why he seems the least willing to get blood on his hands wherever he can help it. re: Valentine. Killing his stepfather only made things worse for Magnus, so naturally he feels that the death of someone who hurt you doesn’t solve anything, that it only ever brings more pain and guilt.

We also know added on top of this is that Magnus carries the knowledge that he’s the son of one of the princes. I don’t know if he learned that before or after he killed his stepfather; something tells me learned it after, when he fled his home following this incident. Magnus makes it clear he still fully believes that his stepfather was right when he called him an abomination and it likely isn’t just because of what he did. I think it has a lot to do with him discovering who his real father is, too.

Levi x Reader [Lemon]

[Author’s Note: Once again,I apologise if Levi here is out of character. When it comes to Levi,my imagination temds to go wild. XD ]

It was totally not an afternoon that you had expected. Everything was going on as usual,but for this to happen? You did not know whether to count yourself lucky or not.

You were just cleaning up the meeting room,just as Corporal Levi had instructed. While wiping a blotch of spilled ink,you muttered a curse under your breath. That damned Levi - He’s always targetting you for everything. Especially with the cleaning duties. You used to always make fun of your friend Eren Jaeger for getting pushed around by that guy,but now you were the one getting worse treatment.

“Damn that midget,"you mumbled.

Right at that moment,you heard the door open,accompanied by several footsteps. Your eyes widened in panic. The cleaning’s not done yet! You knew there was going to be a meeting here soon,but why now?!

You froze as the seats became occupied by the higher-ups. From their voices,you could tell that it was Levi’s squad. Levi sat  at the head of the table.

As the meeting started,all you could do was to stay still in your position. You could only stare ahead of you,afraid that any movement might alert them.

But you can’t just stay still when Levi’s crotch is about half an arm’s length away from you,right?

Thoughts started to swirl in your head. You didn’t know what came over you,but instinctively,your hand reached out and cupped Levi’s groin.

You felt Levi jolt,probably surprised by the sudden touch. Fortunately,he didn’t say anything. You were mentally cursing at yourself for doing such a bold move to the Corporal,but you couldn’t resist the temptation.

Levi shifted,pushing his legs further under the table. You felt your face heating up. Was he expecting for you to do that to him?

Swallowing whatever hesitation you had,you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants slowly,trying to be as silent as possible. You pulled out Levi’s length and blushed at the sight.

It certainly was not your first time looking at one. You had incidents where you happened to catch any of the boys taking a leak outside but that was usually from afar. To see one up close for the first time - Especially when it’s Levi’s - The thought caused a sensation to rise between your legs.

Remembering what you were supposed to do,you held Levi’s limp cock and pulled back his foreskin. You were unsure of what to do. Deciding to just do whatever you can,you pulled up the foreskin once again before pulling it back with a stroke. You did it a few more times before realising that it was getting harder,but barely halfway.

That was when you felt a hand on your head. Your eyes widened in panic when Levi urged you forward,bringing your lips closer to his cock. He couldn’t possibly asking you to…

You closed your eyes and thought hard. The girls had talked about these things before,so there should be a tip somewhere.

Ah,right.

You slapped Levi’s hand away gently and leaned forward. You gathered saliva in your mouth and let it drip on the cock before you stroked the length again. You settled into a rhythm and let out your tongue to experimentally lick around the head. Soon,you felt a sudden rush of head rising on your palm.

He’s finally feeling it,huh?

After few more strokes,you removed your hand and decided to take him into your mouth. Pushing your head down on his cock seemed to be better for Levi. His fingers entangled in your hair as he stroked the back of your neck. Now eager to pleasure him,you placed your hands on his thighs and immediately got on to it. You sucked on him and bobbed your head up and down,swirling your tongue around him. Levi tensed underneath your palms as you increased your pace.

After a while,you felt your jaw getting sore so you pulled him out for a moment,panting. You stroked him to continue pleasuring him. Suddenly feeling bold,you gave light lips underneath the head as you used your other hand to carress his testicles.

Levi suddenly let out a groan. Feeling a sense of satisfaction from being able to let him lose control for once,you repeated the action again. However,that instsntly earned you a kick on the shoulder and you winced from the pain.

"Corporal,are you okay?You sounded like you were about to hurl. ” You heard Petra ask. Levi brushed it off with a cough.

“It’s nothing. This meeting is over. You are dismissed,"he said coldly. You felt a rush of relief going through you as the others got off their seats and left the room. When you heard the door close,you felt tension leaving your body.

Levi moved his chair back slightly,finally allowing your gazes to meet. His eyes widened slightly upon seeing you before a smirk replaced his surprise.

"How bold of you,Cadet,"he remarked.Levi patted his lap,looking at you. Hesitantly,you went out of under the table and stood up,inching closer. "Come on,just sit.”

Reluctantly,you sat on his lap. You looked down,only to stare at Levi’s standing erection between the two of you. Before you could do anything,Levi suddenly pulled your face close to his,leaning in for a forceful kiss.

Your eyes widened in a mix of shock and embarrassment,but you found yourself clumsily returning the kiss. If you had known that this would happen,you would have tried practising on your own or something. You heard Levi chuckle against your lips,and it only added to your embarrassment.

When both of you pulled back,Levi leaned in his seat. His lustful gaze met yours once again. “Remove them.”

Knowing that you have to obey,you got off him and slowly took off your pants along with your panties. He notioned for you to sit on his lap again and you did,your legs spread wide. You shivered when you felt Levi’s cold fingers pressing against your core.

“You’re already so wet just from sucking me off,huh? I never knew that you were this lewd,"he teased. You bit your lip to hold back your moan as Levi rubbed on your clit,electrifying sensations of pleasure surging through your body. You slouched forward and clutched onto the Corporal’s shoulders,shuddering.

You have heard of how pleasurable it is to be touched by another person there but this was too overwhelming for you. It was not long before you reached your climax. As you let out a moan in your shuddering bliss,Levi leaned forward and nibbled on your collarbone before sucking on it. That only prolonged your orgasm. Levi pulled away and smirked at the red mark forming on your neck. After recovering from the pleasure,you panted and locked eyes with Levi.

"I’m not done yet,"he reminded you. He swiftly picked you up and placed you onto the table,forcing you to lie down. Your eyes widened in panic. No way,he can’t possibly be thinking of-

"Don’t worry,I’m not putting it in for now,"Levi interrupted your thoughts. You felt relief before embarrassment took over. "For now”? Does that mean that this wouldn’t be the only time you two would do this kind of thing?

Levi moved his hips closer,placing his cock right on your sensitive part. He forced your legs close tightly and looked at you. “Hold your legs like this. Keep them closed.”

You nodded and did as you were told. Levi placed his hands over yours and started to thrust through the tight space. Your cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as you thought how erotic this is.

Moving your head slightly,you looked at Levi’s pleasured expression. His eyes were closed and his brows were scrunched up. His lips were slightly parted as he let out laboured breaths and occasional groans. It was such a turn-on.

You wondered if anyone else had seen it before,and your heart sank. You didn’t want anyone to see this side of him. You decided that you would ensure that he only makes this kind of face for you.

“Shit,"Levi cursed."I’m going to come soon.”

Eager to see Levi in the peak of pleasure,you decided to make another move. You looked between your legs where Levi’s cock was sliding on your crotch. It was really wet with precum and the sight spurred you on more. Feeling bold,you reached out and rubbed your fingers against the wet tip.

That was all it took for Levi to finally reach his peak and he let out a moan,abruptly stopping his movements. He bit his lip and shuddered against you,sticky white liquid splurting out from his cock. He tried holding back his moans at each spurt,but to no avail.

Levi finally let you go and stepped back,pumping the remaining of his seed out. He panted and looked at you,licking his lips.

“How erotic,"he commented. You looked down at yourself,realising that it indeed was an erotic sight. With your bottom naked at exposed to him,and Levi’s warm cum on your stomach,that was indeed a really hot scene to remember.

"Uhm,so…"you started shyly. You didn’t know what to say. Despite what had happened,you suddenly felt awkward.

"Clean up the room again. I’ll lock the door for you,"he said,tidying himself up and puttinf his cock back into his pants,zipping up. He opened the door and suddenly stopped his his tracks.

He glanced behind at you and smirked."Oh,and come to my office at lights-out later.”

Sleep Deprivation

summary: 

In all of class 1-A’s time together, they have never once heard Midoriya cuss. Not even when he’s at his most distressed had they heard a single utterance of anything close to profanity, so imagine their shock when they found out that all it took was an angry Bakugou and some sleep deprivation.

a/n: wow im tired please take this thank you.

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Midoriya was running on nothing but coffee and two hours of sleep. UA’s final exams will do that to you, and he finds that the rest of his classmates are not in quite the same boat as he is. For the past  two weeks he’s been studying for any possible question his teachers can throw at him, and more often than not he’s woken up to his notes sticking to his face and an awful crick in his neck.

Trudging along to his homeroom class, a can of red bull in his hand, Midoriya sees Bakugou in a similar state as he is. Which is not at all surprising when you take into account the fact that they’re both one of the top students in their class, next to Todoroki, Yaoyorozu, and Iida. Seeing Bakugou in a foul mood is common and not that hard to endure, but a Bakugou tired and in a foul mood is harder to ignore. Currently, Midoriya is giving him a wide berth, just in case Bakugou tries to take out his grumpiness on him.

It seemed like no amount of maneuvering was going to get him away from Bakugou’s ire, if the barely audible, “Hey, Deku, you fucking loser, get over here!” is anything to go by. Midoriya really was in no mood to deal with him right now, so for the sake of his sanity, he continued walking down the halls, pretending not to hear Bakugou’s growling remarks.

Walking into homeroom was probably the worst mistake Midoriya could have made, if only because the rest of the class wasn’t nearly as much of a wreck as he was. Sure, they looked a little worse for wear, but they did seem to be sleeping more than he has. That is, except for Iida. The boy seemed to have permanent bags under his eyes these days.

“Whoah, Midoriya, you’re not looking too good,” Kirishima says, and Midoriya only grunts in acknowledgement.

Shuffling to his seat and sitting down in what could only be described as an undignified slump, he sees Todoroki frowning in concern. “Are you okay?”

Midoriya’s reply was cut short by Bakugou slamming open the door to the class and storming in. He stomped to his seat, and Midoriya could overhear Kaminari say, “Man, Bakugou looks like shit, too.”

“Well, they are some of the top students in the class. You’re obviously not studying enough if you can still smile.” Jirou said back, and this started an argument over who was studying more (neither of them), which got quickly drowned out in favor of Midoriya laying his head down and trying to fall asleep.

“Deku, I was fucking talking to you.”

Midoriya was, impossibly, reaching the end of his rope. He’s really not trying to make Bakugou feel any worse than he already is, but it was so hard when he’s so tired and Bakugou is so annoying.

“Don’t ignore me, fuckmunch.”

Midoriya regretfully lifted his head to look at Bakugou, who was standing right in front of his desk and glaring daggers at him. “Listen, Kaachan, I’m too tired to deal with your shit right now, so I’d appreciate it if you would go away.”

All heads turned to them, and utter silence reigned over the room.

In all of class 1-A’s time together, they have never once heard Midoriya cuss. Not even when he’s at his most distressed had they heard a single utterance of anything close to profanity, so imagine their shock when they found out that all it took was an angry Bakugou and some sleep deprivation.

“Did he just—”

“Oh my god!”

“Did someone record that?!”

“Who are you and what have you done to Midoriya?”

“Please, someone tell me they recorded that!”

Midoriya only groaned and laid his head back down, hoping the gods will be kind to him and kill him right then and there so that maybe he could get some sleep.

(In the corner, no one noticed Todoroki’s red face and his internal screaming, because he really shouldn’t have found that so hot, but really, can anyone blame him?)

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The ever looming exams getting nearer and nearer brought out a side of Midoriya no one thought they’d ever see. The first time they wrote off as a fluke, a one time thing that came and went and was never to be see again. The second time, however, was the start of a trend.

“Hey, Midoriya, do you know where  I put my jacket? The blue one.” Sero walked into the common room to find a zombie like Midoriya sitting on the floor surrounded by piles of paper.

“Fuck no, sorry,” he said, and went back to turning his notes into paper airplanes and shooting them into Kirishima’s snoring face, because he lost the ability to read them hours ago.

“Oh-oh, okay, sorry to disturb you, I guess.” And he backed out of the room slowly, only to bolt upstairs moments later yelling, “You guys will not believe what I just heard!”

And he was right, they didn’t believe him.

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Midoriya knew he must be losing his mind. The lack of sleep was finally getting to him, and he’s hallucinating, because that was the only reason why his heart was beating so fast when he looked at Todoroki laughing.

Well, cackling was more the right word. Todoroki Shouto was cackling. It was something to do with what Midoriya said, but he couldn’t really remember what it was. It doesn’t matter, because the rising sun was streaming in through the windows behind Todoroki and casting a warm glow around his hair, making his left side even more red and the right side a soft pink.

Midoriya knows Todoroki said something, but for the life of him he couldn’t concentrate on what. “ —oriya, hey Midoriya.” Todoroki was waving his hand in front of his face, and Midoriya snapped out of his thoughts. “What were you thinking about?”

“Oh, nothing!” Lies. “I was just wondering what Aizawa was going to make us do for the practical exam.” Lies. He hoped Todoroki doesn’t see his reddening face.

Todoroki gave him a Look that Midoriya doesn’t know how to interpret. “Are you getting enough sleep? Because if you’re not, maybe you should take this time to catch up.”

Oh, man. Midoriya was in some deep shit. Todoroki was too sweet, really, it should be illegal. “A-Alright, yeah, I’ll do that.” he watched as Todoroki smiled and turned around again.

He really is fucked. “Shit.”

“What?”

“Nothing!”

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Over the course of the next week, there was five other occasions where Midoriya cussed, and each time was followed either by another sip of his caffeinated drink, or the indecipherable mutterings about his notes that probably wouldn’t make sense even if they could be heard.

Most of these occurrences have been harmless, just some ruder replies than what a normal, well-rested-and-not-stressed Midoriya would have said. The only person who took the words personally was Bakugou, who seemed to think that annoying him even more was the answer, and so Midoriya took to hiding out in Todoroki’s room in order to get away from him.

Currently, Todoroki was sitting on his bed reading a book, while Midoriya was pacing about quizzing himself on the different ways a hero could get their license revoked. Todoroki would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried.

“Why don’t you take a break for a while,” he said. That at least got Midoriya to stop talking to himself, but in his distracted state, he wasn’t looking where he was going, and ran into the bed frame.

“God dammit!” he said, and started to hop on one foot while clutching his shin in the other.

If Midoriya was paying any attention, he would have heard the choked off sound coming from Todoroki, and would have seen his slight blush when he got off the bed and came over.  “I’m sorry, are you okay?”

Midoriya stopped bouncing around, but he was limping slightly. “Yeah, it just hurt. Don’t worry, it wasn’t your fault.”

Todoroki led Midoriya to his bed and forced him to lay down, saying, “You really should rest, Midoriya, this isn’t healthy.”

He tried to struggle, but it was Todoroki who won in the end, wrestling a blanket over him and silencing any arguments. “But i need to—”

“No.”

“But my notes—”

“No.”

In five minutes, Midoriya fell asleep, and Todoroki continued to read in the comforting sound of his soft snores.

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When final exams ended, the students of UA didn’t know what to do with themselves. Some took to celebrating in the common room with food and drinks. While others, like Todoroki, preferred to relax in their room.

Well, that was what he planned to do, anyway, until he saw Midoriya shuffling along the path back to the dorms, and thought of a better idea. “How’d you do?” he asked.

“Better than I think, probably, but I don’t actually remember any of the material.”    

Midoriya was a complete mess. With tired eyes, wrinkly clothes, and messier hair than normal, it was a wonder the boy was even still standing. “Why don’t you watch a movie with me when we get back, to celebrate doing better than you think,” he offered with a small smile.

Midoriya seemed to perk up at that. “Alright.”

They walked together in companionable silence, and when they reached the dorms, they said goodbye to their classmates and headed up the stairs. Todoroki headed over to his small movie selection and said, “So what are you in the mood to watch? I’m sorry I don’t have such a wide range to choose from.” When he noticed that he got no answer, he looked back to see Midoriya passed out on his bed, face adorably squashed down into the pillows.

He smiled and turned out the lights. Crawling onto the other side of the bed, he pulled the covers over both of them and tucked it under Midoriya’s chin. Todoroki stayed like that, just looking at Midoriya sleep peacefully for the first time in what was probably weeks, until he too fell asleep.

(and no one but Midoriya saw his red face when he woke up tangled around Todoroki, resting his head on the other’s chest. He debated moving, if only to make the position less awkward, but Todoroki was far too comfortable and the blankets were far too warm, so he decided against it.)

Your Fault (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by tomhollanderr

It had been a long day at school, and the one thing on your mind was a movie date you had planned with your couch. Even though your house wasn’t too far, you hated walking home on the streets. You noticed tiny droplets on your skin and sighed as the rain fell harder.

You stopped by the convenience store on your way home to get some popcorn, ice cream, and hopefully an umbrella. Unfortunately, there was no umbrella, but you got your comfort foods which were all that really mattered. You tried to wait for the rain to pass before you continued your journey, but the storm was relentless. It was only two more blocks until your building, but it felt more like a mile with the wind pushing you two steps back every step you took.

“This is just my luck.” You normally loved the rain, but today it was your weakness. You felt the need to take off your shoes upon entering your building as there were miniature swimming pools in your converse. You shivered all the way up the stairs and struggled with the key to your apartment. You closed the door behind you and paused as you heard a television program playing. “Did I leave the TV on? Or is there someone else in here?” You questioned yourself.

You stood in shock, not wanting to move due to the fact that you were freezing from the rain and that there could potentially be a stranger in your house.

“Y/n is that you?” A familiar voice called out.

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anonymous asked:

I have one thing I have been waiting for since s11 failed to deliver and I personally feel is important for Dean's and Cas' relationship; for Dean to save Cas. The big save, the gripped tight and raised you from perdition kind of save, the break a blood pact with a reaper kind of save. And I think it's important because the whole Cas= The Protector and Dean= The Protected narrative needs to break for them to be equals. It's time for Dean to be the saviour and for Cas to be saved.

I can’t argue with this at all. I mean, when Cas was possessed by Lucifer, this was a BIG disappointment, that Dean wasn’t directly involved in freeing Cas. He gave it a desperate try in 11.18, but there were the extenuating circumstances of Cas’s depression that seemed to only get worse while he was hosting Lucifer.

I’d be depressed if I had to host Lucifer too, and I’m just thinking of the “stuck him in the spare room” sort of hosting here…

Dean did break Naomi’s hold over him in 8.17, but then Cas had to go and pick up the angel tablet and suddenly all he knew was that he had to protect that tablet with his life from everyone, including Dean.

(which sounds VERY MUCH like how he currently feels/is behaving toward Jack and Kelly after 12.19 and all the way through 12.23).

They nudged up to that line in 12.12, but there wasn’t anything Dean could’ve done to save Cas once he’d already been injured by the Lance, since he didn’t know that snapping the lance in half would work as a cure. But at least Cas got a shining example of how Dean was unwilling to leave him to save their own lives. They stood and faced Ramiel.

(granted at that point I think Mary may have been more motivated by guilt for having brought them all into that fight, but by the end of the episode she had admitted that Cas was one of her boys… so it was obvious enough to HER that this was Cas’s place in the Winchester family, where his life was to be equally defended by all of them).

But yeah, whatever becomes of Cas in 13.01 might be setting up just this kind of potential situation. We shall see.

We know he’s willing to lay his life down for the Winchesters (he said it again in 12.19:

Castiel: This has nothing to do with my reputation. I am doing this for the Winchesters. I-I stole the Colt to keep them out of this mission and to keep them safe from Dagon, and I… I will kill this girl so that Sam and Dean don’t have to.)

Problem is, they’d rather have him, and fight with him at their side, than have him act as their protector.

Dean pulling a big save might help him finally see that.

I only hope it doesn’t involve any sort of deal. Deals ALWAYS go bad on Supernatural.

Why Now? - Jughead Jones Imagine (Riverdale)

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Hi everyone! This is my very first imagine that I’m writing here, on Tumblr. It’s based on the TV series „Riverdale” more specifically on Jughead Jones because I really like him in the show. I’ve read lots of imagines here and I thought I could write one too so here I am! Also, this is a „Jughead x Reader” imagine so I’ll be using „Y/N” for the reader. If you don’t want to imagine, like, yourself in the reader’s skin (hope you get what I’m trying to say :)) ) , then you’re free to imagine whatever you want as long as it includes Jughead. I don’t have any warnings to make because I want this imagine to be cute and kinda sad for a start (sorry for that). I don’t own any of the TV series’s rights and the persons I’m mentioning here aren’t like that in the real life. This is just a story made up by me, meaning that the descriptions of the characters that I’m writing about are based on how the Riverdale’s cast is portraying them. It’s a work of fiction. Sorry for this long introducing note, enjoy your reading. xx  

Originally posted by dailyjugheadjones

PLOT: You and your parents have lived in Riverdale since you were born, but because what had started to happen recently in this town, they decide that you need to move somewhere else, for your safety. You start to tell your friends the sad news, Jughead being the last one. He is about to tell you something that will hurt you; that will make you feel awful for going away.


Riverdale was once a friendly town, in fact, the town where you grew up. So it’ll be surprising if we’ll tell something bad about it. It used to be a great place, a place where you met all your friends, a place that could be called home. You were so used to it and just couldn’t imagine anything unusual happening ‘round here. That, of course, until everyone found out about Jason Blossom’s murder, which kinda ruined all of your theories. You knew the Blossom family, but not so well. Jason’s sister, Cheryl was almost-your-friend that’s because after her brother’s death, she started to act somehow very strange. She was colder than usual and more sensitive. Sometimes she would be mean to everyone and sometimes she would come back to her nice side. You weren’t so mad at her because you could understand. A loss like hers wasn’t easy to handle, especially because the bond that formed between her and Jason. You also knew Jason, not so well still. You’ve seen him a couple of times at school but you too never got to talk properly. When you found out about his death, you were beyond shocked and felt very sorry. To know that it was a murder, actually made you feel scared and worried about you, your friends and your family. However, your parents already had an hour for you to be home every night and told you numerous of times to be careful. You understood that they wanted to know you safe and healthy, although you were older enough to take care of yourself in your own way. 

But afterwards, you started to be interested in who is Jason’s killer and all those stuff that had to do with the mysterious murder. So were Archie, Veronica, Betty and Jughead. All of you knew that the police is dealing with it, you just couldn’t help it. You tried to find out what you thought the others were not able to observe, practically, you were digging for answers in every possible place. Things were still very complicated. When your parents found out what you guys were doing, they freaked out. You fought with them and had a very difficult time because you simply had to stay away from what really stir up your interest. What really killed you inside was thinking that maybe you got your friends into trouble too, although that word is too harsh to be mentioned right now. Just like that, things were too normal for all of you. It was school-home-homework over and over again. Yet, you were still able to spend time togehter at Pop’s some nights. You knew that this was your squad, your bunch of creepy human beings and you couldn’t lose touch with them, even if you wanted. Things like this happens in small towns, nothing could stop you. 

Or at least, that’s what you thought.

It happened on a boring weekend, at a first glance. You were about to hang out with Veronica and Betty when your mother and father entered your room with some weird expressions. Somehow, you knew something was wrong. You stopped from what you were doing and looked curious. Asking what happened has led to the most terrible news: your parents just told you you were going to move to Houston. You froze for a moment, thinking they’re probably joking or something but they seemed very serious. You panicked when they didn’t start to laugh at you, you thought you were breathless. They really meant it, they weren’t joking. “How?” and “why?” were the only questions that could get through your head. When you asked them, with a trembling voice like you were going to start crying, they told you that they do not think Riverdale is still a town where you can grow up as you should, that everything has gone crazy and that they don’t know what kind of impact this had upon you. They said they don’t want you to end up injured because of what is happening in the surroundings, of course thinking at the Blossom’s tragedy. You couldn’t accept that, you were suddenly afraid of everything and nothing, Everything that went through your mind was how you could tell that to your friends. Your friends. You were shaking, not even knowing how no tear wasn’t still falling on your cheeks. You felt like you could not just go, so far away from them, from everything. Something more made you feel even worse, but you’d be confronting with it too, right? Your parents told you some last words before leaving your room without even trying to consider your prayers or the deplorable condition they put you into: three weeks. You only had three weeks left to get used to it and try to put your thoughts in order, including the fact that you also had to tell Veronica, Betty, Archie and Jughead. You knew your mom and dad wouldn’t change their minds, not even thinking about your childhood and all of your memories here. They were only thinking about getting out. Getting out of the place you called your home, which was just a little bit broken

That day you cancelled with Betty and Veronica and in the next few days you weren’t yourself at school or in any place you’d go. It was like you were trying to remember everything, not to forget anything. At Pop’s you would just sit in your usual place near the window without ordering anything and just staring at your lap. When your friends would be there with you, they would wonder what is going on ‘cause you’re never that silent. You will answer them in a small voice that everything’s fine and that you’re just thinking about something. Betty, Veronica and Jughead would insist and you would look at them in a guilty way. You were so sad that you will have eventually to tell them, you were grateful that they could not read your mind. The first ones to find out you were gonna move were Archie and Veronica. At first they got mad at you for nor telling them this whole time, the dark-haired girl was speechless and seemed like she was gonna explode - anger, shock and sadness. It was okay, you were sad too, incredibly sad. Archie couldn’t believe what he heard, asking “What?” so many times that it almost started to get on your nerves. You thought you were about to fight, but it didn’t happen, fortunately. You couldn’t bear that too. Betty, on the other hand began to cry. She couldn’t believe it neither but she knew that you couldn’t lie about something so serious. It really broke your heart to see them like this, to let them know that there were probably not so many chances to see you again soon. It was so cruel that you didn’t even had a choice, you wanted to stay, you wanted that so hard, every piece of you rejected the idea of moving so far away from here. You still had things to create, you still had someone here. Someone who cared about you and some people you’ve been through so many things.

Then came Jughead’s turn, you had to tell him. And now, things start to get different. You two were … Something. The relationship between you was way more different that what kinda links you had with the others. He was the reserved type all the time, the guy who did not like the excessive attention and who was often rejected because he was weird, as he says. Of course, you’ve never thought that about him, neither did Archie, Veronica or Betty. He first became friends with Archie before joining your group. After that, he slowly learned to open himself in front of you, and you started to think he was a wonderful boy. Then, you found out he was also an amazing writer because he was writing his own novel about Jason Blossom’s murder which was awesome ‘cause he would always help you guys in your “investigation” with his theories. You’ve always tried to make him feel good in his own skin, he was pretty unsure of himself even if he didn’t want to admit it. He wanted to be tough and cold because, latley, he had some problems at home and at school. He was very shut in when it came about his family, he never wanted to talk about that subject with anyone. That’s the reason why you were surprised when you were the first to find out about it. Jughead told you about how his father was a part of a dangerous gang in Riverdale - The Serpents and that he had a drinking problem. Even if he never wanted to let that get noticed, you felt him being scared. He didn’t want you to reject him too after all he had told you. You knew that his mother and sister were away because of his father, but you wouldn’t want to judge anyone. You understood him and you tried to understand his father too, although you felt very bad for what Jughead’s been through because of him. You began to understand his silence as well so as he was there for you too. When he couldn’t answer you, you tried to make him feel like he has someone he can confess to. You became very familiar with him, almost as if you felt unusual when he wasn’t around. At some point you became worried about your approach, it felt too much, somehow. But you couldn’t help the fact that he was always there. Simply that. Sometimes even more that Archie or Betty, or Veronica. It did not feel like you were best friends, it wasn’t nice or serious. You would help each other at your homework, he would drive you home some nights when the streets would be too dark for you to walk them alone. You would make honest jokes about him, he would laugh sarcastically not even bothering him. You remembered the first time you tried to touch his beanie and Jughead slapped your hand away, making faces at you. Later on he gave it to you himself, fixing it on your head and smiling in the corner of his mouth. His hair would be a little dark mess after that but he wouldn’t care. If there was any time you would be late at Pop’s, he would order you a chocolate milkshake and wait until you would be there and then when you’d finally arrive you two would talk, with him showing what he had wrote for his novel … There were just silly, innocent things which always made you come closer. When he was about to get homeless, you wanted to ask your parents if he could stay at yours but they didn’t agree with that. Thank God, his salvation was Archie and his dad, Fred who took him to stay with them as long as he needed.You remember how worried you were back then, that almost made you gulp. Jughead had become someone to you, it took you kinda long time to realize this, maybe because you never wanted to think about him that way. Your friends would tease you about it and you would try to hide your emotions everytime. You only knew that you had a great person by your side, a little weirdo, a person who endured so much suffering and who would be still smirking and joking with his friends at the end of the day. You didn’t want to admit it either, but you were careful with him. Exactly, he became too important to you. You just wouldn’t want to name this in any way.

Therefore, how? How could you tell him that you’ll be gone in less than three weeks? How would he feel?

How would you feel?

If you waited still, it would have been to late. And you knew very well that Jughead deserved to know, even if this will maybe hurt him. Surley you’re hurt too. So, on a Tuesday night you went at Archie’s house knowing that he will be at school to practice at his guitar for a singing contest he will have Saturday along with Josie and the Pussycats and his father working late. Archie told you to come and talk with Jughead earlier that day, at school. You saw the sadness behind his eyes and how much he needed his friend to be okay, or at least to know what will happen. He didn’t want you to let go anymore. You started to think he knew a little more … That he had come to think of you and Jughead just as you did. That made you feel your stomach clutching.

When you arrived there was no need to knock at the door, because Jughead knew you were going to come. You opened the door and went to the kitchen, shy, feeling your palms sweat. You found him sitting on a chair in front of the kitchen counter, most probably ‘cause he was busy with his book. He turned his head over to you when he felt the presence of someone in the room. 

“Y/N hi!” He stood up and came to you. You looked at his beanie and then at the smile on his big lips. He did not smile so often before, something you always knew he had to do more.

“Hey Jughead. What were you doing?” You asked him, avoiding to get closer by him. He looked like he was about to hug you, but you couldn’t let him do it. You passed by him.

“Well, I wasn’t writing, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He said, looking how you walked away. “You said you were coming over so I was on the internet. I was waiting for you.” You were so nervous that you bit your lip and looked down. You wanted to not have to do that, you really wanted to.

“Look, Jug, there is something you need to know.” You started, looking up to him. You could say he was beginning to figure something out. The way you nicknamed him wasn’t going to make it better in this situation.

“What happened, Y/N?” He asked, trying to reach you but you gestured him to stay still.

“Sit down, please.” It would not have worked well if he had been so close to you. He sat back down in his chair and instead, you got closer.

“Y/N?” He asked again and this time his features got rough. You sighed.

“Jughead, I’m-I’m moving.” You hated the fact that you felt that weak right now. You didn’t wanted to give up on literally anything

“What do you mean?” You heard him, even his voice had changed. You immediately remembered this part of him. He was trying to figure out what you said before reacting in an exaggerated way.

“My parents want us to move to Houston. Riverdale is not safe anymore.” The regret was obvious in your voice.

Houston, what?!” There were some moments of silence before you heard him exclaim. 

“It’s true. I don’t want this neither but- …”  Again, you couldn’t look at him. You were not supposed to do any of this. You were not supposed to go anywhere.

“When?” His face was raging. Anger. The old Jughead was still there, the ‘damaged loner’ as the kids at school would consider him appeared when he didn’t want to. But you knew, you knew he didn’t mean it. It hurts him.

“In less than two weeks.”

“If … If you think that’s a good joke to tell - …”

“Believe me, I wished to be a joke too when I heard it from mom and dad. It’s not.” You said. Jughead stood up and seemed to whisper something for himself. You didn’t want to hear him. “I am so, so sorry.” Was all you could say. 

You felt him walking past you and you looked back in his direction. He breathed harder and you knew everything was wrong now. What could you do more? Your hands were tied to your back. Damn, you couldn’t even go to touch his shoulder. He would stare back at you, his eyes would not lie.

“I’m sorry.” you said it again. “Please say something.” After a few minutes he turned his face towards you. When you noticed his expression, you instantly wanted to go and embrace him. He was still saying nothing. If you will not talk in the next seconds …

“Y/N, I like you.” 

Your eyes grew wider. Your lips parted but you couldn’t say a word. What? Did he just …? 

He approached you. If you could, you would have gone further. Maybe showing your feelings wasn’t a thing you would do easly, but all this time you were so scared. You knew that now. He was right in front of you and your legs were beginning to feel weak. You felt like time stopped and was waiting for you two. His eyes were so empty and you felt so lost. That was it. That’s what you’ve been feeling. You cared about him, you smiled when he smiled, you helped him and he was there all this time when you didn’t even ask him too. There was no explanation. You liked him too. That’s what really killed you right now. 

“I like you.” He repeated. You let out a shaky breath. Your thoughts were a mess in this moment, it was like nothing was right. How are you going to leave this town now? His confession made you realize your whole state, you never knew. Now he will never knew

Why now?” You asked him, shaking your head. “Why are you telling me this now when there’s nothing left to do, Jughead?” You thought his lips were trembeling. Was it so bad that you wanted to kiss him? 

He ignored your question, swallowing hard.

“Do Archie, Veronica and Betty know about this?”

You nodded slowly.

“And you thought I should’ve been the last one who has to find out? Seriously, Y/N?”

“I was afraid to tell you, okay? I did not want this, and my parents don’t want to listen to me.” You tried to calm down because you didn’t want to mess him up. And you didn’t want to start crying too. “This town is a part of me and it will always be, no matter what happened here. No matter what they think. Please, don’t be mad at me because- …” You felt it was to much. The pain and sorrow were overwhelming.

“Because what? Tell me!” He almost begged you to continue your sentence. You’ve always seen Jughead sad and indifferent, all you have ever wanted was to never see him that sad, at least not as long as you were around.

“Listen, I don’t wanna fight with you. Not with you.” You almost whispered. Then you suddenly felt him in front of you. His cold hands touched yours as if he was as scared as you were. You dared to look at him. Your eyes immediately moistened you and tried to bite your lip to stop what was going to happen. You knew you were going to fail anyway.

“Don’t cry.” He said slowly. “It’s fine, I’m not mad at you, Y/N.” Right in that moment you wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him for what felt like a lifetime.You would’ve been fine if he wouldn’t answer to your gesture, it was better not to feel the warmth of his body. You shouldn’t miss him. “What should I do now?” You heard his voice in your right ear. You knew that he would’ve referred to the others too, to all of your friends but instead, what he should do from now on? You didn’t answer him and you sobbed a little in the sweater he was wearing. You loved it when he was wearing sweaters. He was fluffy and smelled like Pop’s shop and Archie’s bedsheets. You just loved it. Unfortunately, that would not make you feel good anymore. Now you feel alone even thought you are in his arms.

That night, when you decided to finally leave Archie’s place, Jughead drove you home. Archie was about to enter the house when you guys left and you couldn’t look at him. Jughead neither. Both of you felt wasted. Jughead held your hand all the way to your house, trying to comfort you. You tried your best not to cry in front of him again and focused on his presence. God, how you wanted to stop, turn around and press your lips against his. You were wrong, you indeed needed warmth, you needed to feel more of your home. But he just held your hand. Just that. He told you if he’s likely to never see you again, it is the least he can do. And that truly broke you.

The worst part is that you never had the chance to say it back


                         *Two weeks later* 


By the end of those weeks, everyone knew that you were about to move. Even Cheryl, who didn’t know how to react in the first place. You spent all your time with Betty, Veronica and Archie, doing a horrible mistake in wanting to avoid Jughead. You knew he wasn’t going to abandon you, not after what he had told you that night. But you just couldn’t stand around when all you wanted to do was cry and hug him tightly. He felt you. Everytime he looked at you his eyes would lose it’s color and shine. For the last time you went at Pop’s, drank one last milkshake, listened to one last of Archie’s songs and been with your bunch of creepy human beings for one last moment. Even Pop was sad seeing you all like this.

Now you were in front of your house, well, just a house, not yours anymore. All the things were packed and your parents were waiting for you in the car. At some point you really thought they would change their minds seeing the way you acted in the past days. But yeah, they didn’t. They were sorry for you, your mother even tried to make you feel better. She tried to give you some reasons for what Riverdale isn’t what it was before and you still wouldn’t listen. Your friends will always be your friends.

“I’m so sorry guys. For everything. For the fact that I will not be able to be by your side anymore from now on.” You were tired of crying but right now, right now you would wish to be drained out of tears. “I love you all so much, no one will ever compare to you.”

“Oh God, please don’t be so cheesy. I can’t even think about it anymore, come here honey.” Veronica said. She was trying to be strong but it was visible how sensitive she was. You hugged her and whispered in her ear: 

“Thank you for always being there for me. Especially when Cheryl was crazy.” You heard her giggle.

“No.The red-head will miss you too, I’m sure of that.” She whispered back. When you looked at her, you seen her red cheeks and nose. It was cold outside and it didn’t matter how well dressed you were, you’ll still be feeling cold.

Archie was next. He smiled sadly.

“Thank you for making me feel good every time. And I’m proud of you, keep playing and doing what you like.” You said.

“I promise I’ll call you everyday and I’ll sing through the phone. You can’t get away from me, Y/N. And don’t worry, Jughead will never be alone as long as me and my dad are alive. I’ll do whatever it’s possible to make his father go on the right way. He’ll be happy.” He whispered the last part, not wanting Jughead to hear him. You smiled gratefully. How can you not love them?

Betty took your hands in hers. You looked at her with respect.

“Thank you, Betty. For helping me and for everything you did for us all. You’ll solve the problems between you and your parents and Polly will be okay. Just stay strong.” A tear fell down on Betty’s cheek as she nodded. You knew how brave this blonde girl was, you trusted her entirely.  

When she let go of your hands, you knew what was next.

Last but not least.

Jughead

As soon as your eyes met, you felt your heart beating fast. He tried to smile too, but he wasn’t believable. You felt pain, he felt the pain too.

“Jughead Jones.” You muttered, blinking once. “ … The third.” You continued feeling your throat burning. He started to chuckle as soon as he heard you saying that. You smiled at him warmly, but, slowly and surely, your whole face changed. Your lips began to tremble, your lungs began to beg for some air and your cheeks started to get wet because of the tears. Jughead’s eyes began to get watery as well and before you knew it, you fell right into his chest. Now you are a huge mess

“I’ll miss you so …” You sighed, drowning in your own tears. “ … So much.” He slowly stroked your hair.

 How would you feel?

“I’m so grateful that you’re my friend, you are the best, ok Jug? Don’t let anyone, ever, tell you otherwise. I-I just … I- …” You sniffled and pulled away a little to look at those green eyes again. You hated the fact that they were fading because of you.

“I know, Y/N. Shh.” He stopped you from talking more ‘cause he felt the tension and how shattered you were right now. You stayed in his arms for a few good minutes, thinking if you will ever be able to get away in one piece. He was warmer than ever and you loved that with all your heart. It was all about him now. If he will never feel alone once you’re gone, you surely feel like that. You couldn’t let go, it was too hard. Jughead was special, so special that you knew you had no way to find another person like him in this world. He wasn’t a friend, he became someone. Someone who has found the way to your heart faster than you’ve ever imagined. You knew he needed someone to be there for him whenever he feels like he’s going to give up on everything and now you needed to be sure of that more than ever. You knew he was strong, you still feel like he owns you but in fact, he owns you nothing. Nothing at all. „Thank you Y/N, for always being here to help me.” He said, looking at you.” ’Cause you did help me a lot, you don’t even imagine. Maybe I don’t know much about what it means to be attached to a person but you and Archie and Betty, even Veronica always had my back and … I’m not mad at you, Y/N, okay? I know you need to go and I understand, just like you did. Now, please, calm down and be fine.”  This time he smiled at you, and you felt like someone had taken a stone from your heart. As he said, you tried to calm dow and then closed your eyes. Opening them again, you took some steps back, looking at your four friends. And how honestly grateful you were.

„I’ll miss you guys so freaking much. Keep in touch, ok?” They nodded solemnly. It was the time. The time to go.

„Check your phone in the car.” You hear Jughead muttering.

You then turned around fast, no longer wanting to prolong your suffering. You got into the car, noticing both of your parents watching you. Just as you were told, you took your phone out of your pocket and unlocked it, seeing you had a message.  


Fom: Jug  


Don’t forget that sardonic humour is my way of relating to the world, which is also the worst. We weren’t. ;) 


And before you could look at them once more, you heard the car’s engine. Somehow, you felt Jughead smiling. Yeah, after all, he was still smiling


 Jesus, I spent the whole day writing this. I am very proud of this imagine and I really, really hope you will like it too! Thank you for reading all of it, it means a lot! Also, what do you guys say, do you want a part 2 of this? I’m willing to write it if you want, just let me know. Let’s hope this will not be my first and last imagine here, I plan to write much more of these, not based just on Riverdale. We’ll see. Thank you again for reading!

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So like, I wrote this imagine MONTHS ago and here I am, writing a drabble for it lmfao. It was requested by @noordeep back in January before I starting writing. Lol so like it’s not exactly what you requested given the fact that its only one chapter and not multiple chapters but I did it haha. Anyway read up. 

Post!BotFA, Everyone Lives!AU

Master List


You blush as you are caught staring yet again at Thorin. It’s not your fault he was absolutely gorgeous. It was his.

“Y/n, why do you keep on staring at me?” Thorin asks from his spot across the fire. “I was not staring. I was spazzing,” you say, using lingo from your home back in regular earth.

“Spazzing? What is spazzing?” he asks completely and utterly confused which looks hella cute. “It’s like zoning out. Staring at something while thinking of something else,” you explain.

“Do you often spazz on Thorin’s butt?” Fili asks taking a seat next to you. You blush, pushing him off of the log. He laughs and rights himself. You look over to Thorin and he’s smirking and you want to wipe that smirk off of his face.

“I do not look at his butt,” you argue.

“Ah so you admit that you’re not spazzing, but actually looking,” Kili says, sitting on your other side.

“Why I’ve agreed to go hunting with you three astounds me,” you say. “Its probably because you have nothing better to do plus you like Thorin,” Kili says shrugging.

“Why don’t you go jump off a cliff?” you ask and he looks hurt, but you know he’s faking it.

“I take offense to that, my favorite human that fell out of the sky,” he cries out.

“I should have went back with Bilbo to Bagend,” you mutter to yourself. “But then you wouldn’t be able to see our gorgeous faces ever again,” Fili pouts, joining in with his brothers antics. “Oh sod off,” you tell them, shoving both of the brothers off of the log you currently sat on.

You look across the fire at Thorin and he has a smug look on his face.

“Don’t look at me like that, Thorin Oakenshield! I am not in love with you and I never will be,” you tell him making his smirk widen.

“We’ll see about that, y/n,” he responds, making you huff.

You did not want to tell him that you were in love with him since the day you fell into middle earth. That would only make his ego worse.

“Why are you even here? Shouldn’t there be someone running the kingdom?” you ask irritably. You had only planned on going hunting with Fili and Kili, not Thorin.

“Balin can handle it without me. According to Balin, I needed a break anyway,” Thorin shrugs. “That’s true. It seems you are getting more gray hairs than you had a year ago,” you say, earning a raised eyebrow from him as Kili and Fili take a seat on their own logs. 

“Are you calling me old?” he asks, slightly offended making you laugh.

“Well, Uncle, you are nearly two hundred years old,” Fili says as he roasts a hare over the fire. That earns a glare from Thorin.

“He can still beat your ass though,” you mutter earning a smile from Thorin.

“Oh just get a room you two,” Kili says, looking between you and Thorin. “We would except we’re in the forest,” Thorin retorts causing you to blush yet again. He is definitely trying to take the mickey out of you. Why couldn’t the earth just swallow you up again?

Fili rolls his eyes. 

“Uncle just tell her already,” Fili says, dodging a rock coming his way.

“Tell me what?” you ask, completely confused as to why Thorin is glaring at Fili.

“That he likes you. That much is obvious. He treats you better than he treats us,” Kili states and Thorin’s glare moves over to him. Fili stands, noticing his uncle was about to murder the both of them.

“Come on brother. Let’s leave before we get murdered,” Fili says, pulling his brother up from the log and walking away from the camp. You watch Thorin and his glare never waivers from his nephews, even when they’re no longer in sight.

“Is what they’re saying, true?” you ask quietly, hugging your knees to you chest. You had never had anyone like you back before so this is new news to you.

Thorin looks at your huddled form and sighs. He’s liked you since the day you miraculously fell into the river they were stopped at. He had to push the feelings aside because his focus was supposed to be on Erebor, but now that it was reclaimed, it came back full force. He stands and takes a seat next to you

“Of course it’s true. Do you think that I joke often?” he asks, taking your hand in his. “Well, you did tell more than one joke within the hour so, yes?” you ask meekly. “You silly little thing. Of course I like you as more than a member of my company. You bring joy to everyone around you. Including me,” he says, giving your hand a squeeze.

“Well, I’m glad that I can do so,” you say, pecking him on his cheek, earning a great big smile from the king. At least now, you can be just as smug as him.


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Mind your words (Please stop the hate)

There are days where it feels like I’m standing in the middle of a busy street, screaming my lungs out and only a handful of people hear what I have to say.

But a handful of people hearing me is better than no one hearing me. So I will continue to speak out against the anon hate, begging for it to stop.

 And it needs to stop. 

I’ve made previous posts here and here about all the hate going on, only to see it seem to be getting worse.

The varying levels of hate that I have seen in the last few days is just heartbreaking. From being mad that one-shots are being posted and not a series. To sending messages scolding writers about their fics (which they chose to read, no one forces anyone to read fics). To sending rules to a writer/blogger about what she is and is not allowed to write about and post about on their own blog!!!! And lastly, to hating a writer so much that a blogger made a blog with the name I-hate-______ (I am not going to name the blog, out of respect for her victim, who has been humiliated enough. The hate blog has been reported by me and several others), who then sent messages to everyone that their victim is following, telling them to boycott that blog. It’s just heinous.  

My point is that when there is so much hate out there that blogs are being made just to target and very publicly announce how much they hate certain blogs or people…. then it’s gotten out of hand. 

What if you told someone to kill themselves becuase you hated them so much over some little slight that you think they did to you? How the hell would you feel if someone killed themselves over words that you said? How would you live with yourself???? 

The words that you say can have a lasting effect on a person. A good or bad effect? That rests solely on you and the words that you chose to say. 

So please make the right choice. Because something has to give. This hate needs to stop. It takes so much more time and energy to spread hate!!! Spreading love takes so much less time to do and the benefits are so much, much better. You feel better about yourself. Other people feel better about themselves. Tumblr is a safer place to escape too, and it makes the real world easier to deal with. So why spread the hate?????? Spread love, say nice things, be a good person and you will be so much happier!!!!

Before you make the choice to send hate mail, or bully a person, think of this:

And would you want it said to you? 

Chances are that you wouldn’t, so why say it to someone else? Why treat someone else like that? Treat others the way you want to be treated. Kindness, love and respect go a long way in this world. More so than hate, lies and bullying. 

And at the end of the day, at the end of your life. You can look back over it and say to yourself…. I made a difference. I had the opportunity to spread hate and negativity throughout the world, but instead I chose to spread love and kindness. If you do that one tiny change, you will change the world. All it takes is one act of kindness to start a change, even if you don’t see it, it’s there. The kind words you said to someone encouraged them to keep writing, keep going and they go and write a best seller that helps change the way people view themselves. Or your kind words could stop someone from killing themselves, someone who could make a groundbreaking discovery. Or be the parent to a child who makes the discovery. You never know if it will happen or not, but do you want to take that chance that your hateful words and actions deprived the world of someone they needed?

I don’t want to take that chance. 

And you shouldn’t either. So stop with the hate. Instead focus on yourself and why have so much hurt and anger that you feel the need to send hate mail and bully people who have never hurt you before. And work on getting past it. Reach out to someone for help. Because there is always someone willing to help.

And if someone did hurt you, they did not mean it. It was not intentional. And maybe talk to them and let them know what happened and how you feel. But do it without sending hate.

There is only one world, this one. So lets make it a better place.

Stop the hate. Spread the love.

Tagging some blogs once again, so we can help spread the word. The hate needs to stop @everyjourneylove @theimaginesyouneveraskedfor @chaos-and-the-calm67 @marvelfanuniverse @averil-of-fairlea @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @girl-next-door-writes @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @ilostmyshoe-79 @manawhaat @mamapeterson @fromthedeskoftheraven @ozhawkauthor @lark-cale @meganlpie @lucifer-in-leather @wayward-mirage @winchester-writes @iwantthedean @atc74 @faith-in-dean @letsgetoutalive @dragonkitty @writerlivinginadarkworld @babypieandwhiskey @fizzy-custard @lady-kaaesien @writingsofa-hobbit @drabbletastic @growningupgeek @hobbithorse19 @motleymoose @luckynumber1213 @heilith @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel @goldenangelbloodcastiel @aerisawriting @beaflower77 @kaykayvoltage53 @guhnerketeer @torn-and-frayed @a-daughter-of-durin @sdavid09 @paigeinastory @crushing83 @buckysmetallicstump @nichelle-my-belle @howdidthisevenhappenanyway 

Behind the Closet

Genre: Fluff, slight angst

Characters: Byun Baekhyun x Reader, some EXO members

Warning/s: Slight mention of insecurities

Summary: It’s Jongin and Sehun’s fault, all Jongin and Sehun’s. But somehow, you’re thankful for having to participate in their stupid games and pointless dares that indeed proved something.

A/N: And so, we have Baek, who I will always have a soft spot for. Thank you, lovely anon, for this request! I enjoyed writing this. So without further ado, here’s our cute (and hot) Baek puppy!

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What They Don't Tell You

When they diagnose you with a Chronic Illness they tell you the symptoms, the side effects, how it can progressively get worse, what treatment is available, hell they’ll even suggest what to eat but what they don’t tell you while you’re sitting across from them is how hard the rest of your life suddenly becomes.

They don’t tell you all your favourite hobbies that required a lot of energy might as well be tossed to the side.

They don’t tell you all your life goals and dreams get jumbled up and switched around and some even need to be put on the back burners until you’ve found a way to manage your symptoms.

They don’t tell you how every day from here on out is going to be an uphill battle with two wounded legs and the weight of the world on your back. And that there will be people telling you “You don’t look sick” or “You just have to power through it” or my personal favourite “My relative has a similar disease and she runs 8 marathons a year and eats nothing but kale”.

They don’t tell you how lonely you’re going to be. Your chronic illness gets in the way of hangouts, meetings, school, your job and the only socialisation you’ll be getting is from text messages or phone calls and that’s if your friends remember you- because they haven’t seen you in so long. Or worse they’ve stopped inviting you because you “can’t come out to play” because something hurts.

I’m learning all of this on my own. I’m learning how to live with a disease I didn’t think I would in a million years have. I was completely blindsided with how much this was going to take out of me.

I’m sitting here in tears because I miss being able to get out of bed and just do things. Because my body hurts. Because I miss my friends. Because I’m starting to think they aren’t going to be my friends in the next few days, hours, or minutes.

It sucks and it hurts. I hurt physically and mentally and I just want it to all go away.