like a few months at least

(an updated version since i messed up and accidentally deleted my account a few days ago.)

R U L E S
- mbf me
- reblog this post to enter, likes don’t count
- must get at least 30 notes or i’ll pretend this never happened
- you can enter until the 31st of march
- i’ll choose 1 winner and 2-3 runner-ups

P R I Z E S
winner

- a follow from me if not already
- a spot on my updates tab for a month
- unlimited promos throughout the month (upon request)
- 2 gifsets of their choice (upon request)
- my love & friendship ♥

runner-ups
- a follow from me if not already
- a spot on my updates tab for a month
- 3 promos throughout the month (upon request)
- 1 gifset of their choice (upon request)
- my love & friendship ♥

When FOX announced that Bones would get a 12th season, between the announcement and the actual airing, I knew there would be like a gap year or something (so much that many people on Twitter remembered that FOX announced the renewal on Feb 25 2016.) Then they started to shoot the episodes and then they were done by December but still, I was still watching the episodes so that prevented me from realizing it was over. March used to be so far away. It felt that way at least. It’s already March 1st here (minus like half an hour) and it’s just hit me that in a month I will be without Bones for the first time in 9 years. These past few months I’ve been watching Bones religiously, I’ve been talking about the show on and off on Twitter/Tumblr but I’ve mostly focused on work and studying. Now it’s real. I just can’t deal with this. The fact that the cast still talks to each other is really heart-warming and I love it, but how will I say goodbye to the characters???? How can I???? Bones it’s been my most precious thing these past few years, but tbh, other than that, it’s been the only show I’ve never stopped watching. Not even once. Most of my shows have ended, some other shows keep running, but I’ve never watched another show for 9 years without stopping.. I’ve been watching GA since 2007 - so before Bones actually, but I stopped watching for a few years (after s9) before catching up when s12 was already airing. The same goes for other shows.. I don’t know. 9 years are really a lot.

after episode 6 im 99% convinced that yuuri and victor are already in a relationship.

no seriously hear me out. this is just a theory but im v passionate about it

like we’ve already mentioned before, time is going by in the series. like, its skips a lot. victor first arrived in april and we’re already by at least september (last weeks episode was certainly september, i cant remember when china’s competition took place in this episode). 

so what if yuuri and victor started dating somewhere between all those months (or fairly recently, after months of knowing each other) and we’re just supposed to know it?? (which, imho, would be better if they straight up mentioned it but. censorship i guess)) 

these are no longer hints of them liking each other (like in the first few episodes), these are hints that they’re already in a relationship.

first off, and we’re starting off p tame, the hugs. since last episode, weve noticed that theyre… pretty physical (specially victor). and its NOT made out to be a big deal (except for certain scenes in particular, where the hugs/contact was relevant to the situation e.g. when yuuri got nervous and victor hugged him from behind to help him calm down). victor will walk up behind yuuri and hug him and they stay like that and thats it. no biggie. but it says a lot about how close and comfortable they are at this point. when they were in the plane? victor was sleeping leaning on yuuri. when victor got drunk, yuuri was p chill til he started to strip.

second, when phichit publishes the picture of naked victor clinging to yuuri, what’s yuuri’s first concern?

yup that’s what worries him

usually when gimmicks like these are used on anime, the character reacts like “OH NO NOW EVERYONES GONNA THINK WE’RE GAY!! THIS IS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE” WHICH IS NOWHERE NEAR HOW YUURI REACTED

AND WE’RE JUST GETTING STARTED

do i even need to get into thi s scene. do i really

(also please note victor wasnt flustered, but slightly surprised. not because yuuri was being affectionate, but because yuuri was being the one taking iniciative.)

and now the final blow

boom goes the dynamite

whats that????? hes not talking about his love for victor, but victor’s love for him???? OH???? SO HE KNOWS IT’S NOT ONE-SIDED??

SO YEAH i mean at the end of it all take this w a grain of salt but. what this could be is not the buildup to a romantic relationship but the flourishing of one

No one seems to understand the importance of the whole elevator and pool scene.

One it’s completely unnecessary, because both of them are dead ass tired and ready to just faint into a sleep coma for the next few months but the staff still put it in there.

And two, climbing up the elevator shaft like that takes alot of trust and teamwork from both parties, that’s not just something you can do out of the blue, especially with someone who you (apparently) don’t work well with.

Especially given how high they were those two idiots could have died or at least broken multiple bones but they trust the other to help hold them up and just…appreciate that moment more please.

Also their smirks, appreciate those too

[SUMMARY: The Saviors are at a constant war with a women’s group called The Goddesses until Negan and Athena decide to make a deal. Negan pulls her in the only way he knows how, only to learn she’s only been with women her entire life.]

Smut

Negan and Athena.

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Faking It - part 5

Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, reader

After getting news about a family reunion coming up, the reader decides to set up a plan to make her look like she isn’t as single as she actually is. But when all her candidates can’t go, she’s left with the only person who she least expects to go along with the plan.

Word count: 900+

A/N: I am so very sorry that I haven’t posted in a few days, school has me by the ass and I’m stressing over finals. I think Faking It only has one part left and then the series is over, BUT I DO HAVE TWO MORE SERIES COMING SOON one is a Steve one and another is a Bucky one. I also am going to write a few avengers x reader ones, so stay tuned. I haven’t written smut in like months so bear with me. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by winterdorito

“Not the vase!” You shouted as Bucky scrambled to catch the marble vessel. He gave you an Are you serious? look. “That probably costs more than this dress.”

Bucky carefully placed the vase back on its stand before continuing your heated makeout session. He flung the car keys towards the floor, freeing his hands of the unnecessary object. Your fingers raked through his hair. Your grip tightened in his dark locks when his lips found the hollow of your collarbone. Something hard pressed against your thigh, with realization, you figured out that it was Bucky’s bulge.

It was a messy journey to the bedroom. By the time you reached the bed, Bucky’s hair was disheveled, his shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his toned abdomen, his pants were unbuckled and he was missing a shoe. He reached up to the zipper of your dress. Earlier, he had threatened to rip the dress off you, now you feared he would really do it.

“Bucky, if you rip the dress, I swear-”

“I’m not going to rip it, doll,” He whispered as he slowly unzipped your dress. A sudden chill went up your spine when his cool metal fingers grazed your bare back. Vigilantly, he got the dress off your body. His lips found yours once again, there was a certain need behind the kiss. A passion behind it that made you want more.

You hastily removed his shirt and tossed it to the side. As were his pants until he was left in only his boxers His hand began sliding down your abdomen before resting over your core. Bucky smiled against your skin when your breathing became more ragged. Ever so slowly, he began rubbing your clit through the cloth of your panties.

“You’re so wet, doll,” He said dangerously low.

You bit your lip as a moan escaped your throat. His fingers pressed harder and you could feel the heat inside you intensify. Bucky’s fingers came to a halt, in one swift move, he curled his index and middle finger around the waistline of your panties and pulled them off.

You threw your head back in agitation as Bucky teased you. His hands caressing the inside of your thighs but making no effort to move towards your sex.

“Bucky, please,” You practically begged.

The smug smirk plastered on his face told you that he seemed to be enjoying the fact that you were squirming and growing agitated as the seconds passed. You pulled off his boxers and his erection spring free. He lowered himself over you. Foreheads touching and lips barely grazing. Bucky moved slightly until his mouth was right next to your ear.

“Beg for it.” His voice was deeper than usual and it sent you to the edge.

You were now irritated at all his teasing. Through gritted teeth, you muttered, “I fucking hate you.”

He smiled and kissed you before entering your soaking wet paradise. Your breath got stuck in your throat and Bucky gave you a look of concern. You nodded for him to keep going. He grabbed your hips and began a steady pace. The familiar knot in your stomach began to form.

“Faster Bucky,” You between breaths. He did as you were told. The sound of skin on skin and your moans bounced against the vast room. You wrapped your legs around his waist and tightened your grip on his forearms. A stream of curses and each other’s names fall from both of your lips as he continues to pound into you.

You now had him up against the headboard as you buried yourself on his length. The heat between your bodies intertwining as you straddled him. He grabbed your waist as you rode him. His hands moved up your body until they cupped your breasts. He pinched your nipples, you bit down on your lip so hard, you were scared you’d draw blood. You felt your walls tighten around Bucky’s length as your legs shook from building up the climax. He noticed your decelerated pace and lifted you up slightly before thrusting into you.

“Bucky,” You threw your head back.

“Fuck, doll,” He whimpered out.

Your fingers gripped the skin on his back as he did things that you never imagined. You’ve had sex, but not quite like this. He seemed to know every single right move and every single spot on your body and holy shit you loved it. Bucky winced when your nails dug into his back, you apologized, but he simply pressed a wet kiss against your neck. You felt yourself reaching your high.

Through uneasy moans, you were able to say, “Bucky I’m gonna come.”  He bit down on your skin roughly and slapped your ass. A devilish smirk was plastered across his face as you ran your fingers through his locks.

You came in waves beneath him. You felt yourself unravel as his name rolled off your tongue. The knot in your stomach disentangled itself as you were thrown in an ocean of pure bliss. Your legs weak from all the effort and your heart beating violently. He collapsed on top of you. His hair was tousled and all over the place. The red markings on his back were clear, some had a few blood droplets. You hoped that when the hot water hit the scratches, that they would stink and he would be reminded of you.

He rolled off your body. “Goddamn, Y/N.” He paused. “You okay?”

“Better than okay, Bucky,” You managed to say. You raised your arm and he high-fived it.

After a couple of minutes, he spoke up, “Round 2?”

You rolled over and kissed him, “Thought you’d never ask.”

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Spider-Boy (Peter Parker x Reader)

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: “Can you do a peter parker imagine where he comes back from the airport fight in civil war and the reader bandages him up and it turns smutty?”(@fvckallthefandoms )

Words: 1441

Warnings: Smut, Oral, mild language? I think that’s it?

A/N: Sorry I changed the request a bit, but I couldn’t find the way to write it like that Also, Peter is at least the age of consent in whichever country you’re from :)


I paced back and forth in my room, anxiously biting my nails as I waited for my best friend Peter to come back. He’d been away fighting with the Avengers, and he had promised to swing by my room as soon as he was done there. Literally.
I discoverer that Peter Parker was Spider-Man a few months ago when I started to get suspicious of the injuries he sustained almost every day. I had turned up unexpectedly at his house and of course May let me straight into Pete’s room. As I flung the door open I had yelled in surprise to find Spider-Man lying in Peter’s bed. “I knew it!” I’d said as he tried to deny the fact he was Spider-Man.(To no avail.)
I gave up my restless pacing and collapsed face first onto my bed with a sigh. He’d said he’d be back within an hour or two, but it was already 10'o'clock at night. After a moment, I raised my head to check the time and my heart almost stopped. I leapt back with a scream and fell inelegantly off the bed, landing sprawled on the carpet. Huffing angrily, I stood up as the person in my room creased with laughter. “Peter! It’s not funny! You almost gave me a heart attack!”
Pete pulled off his mask and walked over to sit on my bed, still laughing. “I’m sorry, Y/N. But you should have seen your face!”
“Shut it, Spider-Boy.” I grumbled as I sat next to him, faking still being angry with him.
“I missed you.” Pete said, sidling up yo my side and slinging an arm around my shoulder with a smile.
“I missed you too, ya doofus.” I replied and gave in, shooting him a grin.

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NORMAL couple after first time together: be all doe-eyed, touchy feely, little kisses at every chance, affectionate, dopey smiles, thinks the world made of pure sunshine for the next few months at least

Malec: No touchy. No kissy. Totally NO reference at ALL of their SUPPOSED to be precious first time. Let’s just forget we were on the way of falling in love deeply for the last one and a quarter season, okay? NO homo, dude! 

#Freeform / #Shadowhunters : Ofc we love malec. We will treat this couple as they deserve. We support #lgbtaq . We understand the importance of representation and to treat malec equally as any other couple. 

Fans: *looks into the camera like we’re on The Office*


#malec #shadowhunters 

Fuck Job Applications

Fuck online questionnaire-thingy job applications! In my small town, we have a HUGE new high-end supermarket (rhymes with Barks and Fencers) due to open in a few months and online job applications opened about 2 months ago. They use an online questionnaire for applications where you have groups of things like ‘working in a team’ or 'helping customers’, and you have to then put them in order of most to least proficient, then most to least enjoyable. My dad works for them and has done before this system was implemented, and told me the applications are purely computer based. If the applicant’s answers to the questionnaire don’t 100% match their algorithm thingy for the correct answers, the applications don’t get through. The system deletes them and emails the applicant to say they can’t reapply for another 6 months, and puts a 6 month block on the applicant’s email address to ensure they can’t reapply.

According to my dad, out of over 600 applications for the new Barks and Fencers, only three have gotten through in the 2 months applications have been open.

fic: jailbird.

the one where new cop maggie picks up a drunk girl from a bar and over the course of time, gets more than she bargained for.

rated t. alex/maggie. read on ao3.

When Maggie Sawyer joined the NCPD, she never expected to have regulars.

She figured jail was a miserable hangout spot, especially overnight.

Maggie though, she liked the nightshift. Something about working with the things that go bump in the night intrigued her. She found that she met the most interesting people after midnight.

There was one person in particular that found herself in the back of Maggie’s car at least a few times a month. Alex Danvers. In the few months Maggie’s been working at the NCPD, Alex has been picked up at least four times. Maggie didn’t really know her story. Alex was, apparently, a woman of few words. Maggie sat in the front, Alex sat in the back, sometimes passed out against the window, and they were quiet. The intake officer would usually roll his eyes because of course he knew Alex. Everybody seemed to know Alex. When she would come back to the station, whether it be minutes or hours later, Alex had been picked up.

And Maggie had to admit she was a little curious. There was something about a pretty girl with a dark shadow that always drove Maggie just a little wild.

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She’s Using You // Jack Maynard

Word Count- 1161

Summary- anna doesn’t like you

A/N- here’s a lil jack imagine for you all. i havent gotten to part 10 for aswas so im posting this, hope you guys like it!!

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You had been dating Jack for 5 months now. He decide that it was now time to meet his parents. You were nervous to say that least. They knew you from Jacks videos, but you knew nothing but their names.

But you weren’t too worried about his parents. There was a different family member you were afraid to meet. Anna, his younger sister. At first, you were excited to meet her. But then you overheard the conversation they had last night.

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“Anna,” Jack stopped, you assumed she cut him off. “Anna.” He said again, getting annoyed.

After a few seconds he said, “Can I speak? Or are you going to interrupt me again?” he asked.

You couldn’t hear what she was saying, but you could put two and two together.

“No she’s not.” He sighed, walking around his room, “It’s not like that… She’s not like that.”

You were devastated, you were so excited to meet her. She seemed so sweet in his videos. You thought you two would get on well.

Guess not.

“Anna, please. Stop saying that.” You heard the balcony open, “She’s not like, she isn’t using me for…” his voiced faded.

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“They’ll love you!” he encouraged from his spot on the couch.

“Fine…” you mumbled, not wanting to say any more on the topic.

“Why are you so worried,” he stood up and walked behind you, snaking his arms around your stomach. “You weren’t nervous to meet Conor.”

“I …” you turned around, getting out of his grasp. “I heard you talking to Anna last night.” You sighed. “I just don’t understand. I haven’t even met her… and she already hates me.”

“Babe,” he sat next to you, “she’s just worried.”

“Conor wasn’t!” you exclaimed, dumbfounded as to why the teenager didn’t like you.

“She thinks,” he hesitated, contemplating if telling you was a good idea, “She saw the video you did with Joe.”

“Are you serious? She’s basing her view of me off a video?” this made you frustrated.

A few weeks ago you and Joe filmed a collab. You two did The YouTuber Confessional. In the video, Joe asked you, “Are you dating Jack because he has more subscribers?”

You laughed, “Yes.” You gave the camera a fake serious look. “I’m in it for the fame and the fame only.”

“She’s a gold digger!” he screamed.

Though this looks bad, Joe posted the bloopers. And it them, you here this:

“Are you dating Jack because he has more subscribers?”

“What? No! Of course not.”

“I dare you to say yes. 100% seriously.”

You laughed, “Ok. Just cut all of this out. Ready? Ask me again.”

So you knew you were joking. Jack knew you were joking. But for some reason, Anna took this to heart.

Nonetheless, you found yourself on the train to Brighton. You looked out the window, watching the scenery pass in the blink of an eye. Jack squeezed you hand when he noticed you biting your fingernails, it had always been a bad habit of yours.

“I love you.” He smiled.

“I love you too.” You smiled, kissing his cheek.

Before you knew it, Jack was knocking on his parent’s door.

“Jack!” his mom smiled. “So lovely to see you again dear.”

“And you must be the lovely Y/n.” she engulfed you in a hug.

“It’s so nice to meet you.” You hugged back.

“Dad.” Jack shook his head, acknowledging the presence of his father.

“Son.” He nodded back, turning towards you. “So you’re Ashley right? Oh wait. That’s the other girlfriend. You’re Y/n.” he laughed, hugging you.

“Something you need to tell me Jack?” you played along.

“She’s not as pretty.” He had a smirk on his face. You slapped his arm.

You four slowly migrate towards the main room.

“Anna! Come down. Jack’s here.” Helen called upstairs. A few seconds later, the teenager rounded the corner.

“Jack!” she squealed, running up to him.

“Hey sis.” He sighed. “I missed you.” He let go, and that’s when her smile faded.

“You actually brought her?” she fake whispered. You lowered your head.

“Anna. That is not how we treat guests.” Gary said.

The tension in the room was obvious. You felt awkward. You wanted to leave.

“Where’s the bathroom?” you asked, not looking at Anna.

“Down the hall, first door on your right.” Helen smiled, trying to lighten the mood. When you walked past the siblings you hear Anna say something along the lines of ‘don’t steal anything’.

And that’s when you broke down. Tears flowed from your eyes, you didn’t care that everyone could hear you. You just didn’t understand.

“ANNA!” you heard Jack yell. “I get you may not like her. But she is my girlfriend. And I love her. And she will be around for a long time. She isn’t using me. You’re wrong. Just stop being so rude. You know I love you, but sometimes you can be a real bitch! Just go up to your room, I don’t want to see you right now.”

You felt awful. Jack never, and you mean never yelled at Anna. Maybe she was being rude, but he was a little harsh. This made you feel ever worse.

You heard a knock on the door, “Love? Can I come in?”

“Yeah…”

Jack walked in, sitting next to you against the tub.

“She didn’t deserve that.” You said after a few moments.

“Neither did you.”

“I know, but she’s your sister.”

He sighed, “I know I know. I’ll apologize. I just… I don’t understand why she won’t just let me be happy.”

“You would do the same if she had a boyfriend.”

“Why are you defending her?” he turned to look at you.

“Because, she’s a teenager. She gets too much shit thrown at her already. She doesn’t deserve hate form everyone in her life. Even if it’s me.”

“God…”

“What?”

“You’re bloody perfect.”

You laughed, “Stop.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, now go apologize.”

You and Jack stood up, but when you opened the door you were both surprised.

Anna stood at the entrance with red cheeks a puffy eyes.

“I’m so sorry.” She said, you assumed she was talking to Jack. But then she hugged you.  You were surprised at first, but hugged her back.

“I didn’t realize. I’m sorry. I’m so stupid. You’re not using him. I was just jealous. I’m so so so so sorry.” She sobbed.

“It’s okay.” Was all you could say. After she let go of you, she hugged Jack.

“Please forgive me.” She whimpered.

“Of course. I’m so sorry. I love you so much, Anna. Never forget that.”

Since then, you and Anna never fought, never even had a disagreement. You soon became besties; her trusting you with her darkest secrets and you giving her tips on how to survive her teenage years.

Jack never understood how the two most important girls in his life were perfect. He truly was blessed.

Like every year, here we go, with an art summary! I was a bit surprised noticing that this year I really did FEW completed artworks, aside commissions… I’m not sure what happened this year, I feel like I was dragged month after month here and there.
Also another important note is that since June all my otps has been about ladies being gays and wow nice, maybe it’s the good occasion to learn how to draw smooth woman anatomy. (also Kumirei isn’t here just because I havent finished the piece of art I’m working on, everything I have about them are doodles sdfd)

I noticed at least that since last year I became more precise about lineart and coloring, so maybe I’m not that disgrace I thought. 2017 resolution: shoes and backgrounds. I really need to get a grip on those.

Diary of a Black Male: Entry #46

I met this girl at work a few of months back. I thought she was cute so I gave her my number, but I told her we would talk business. Her name is Melanie– short, brown skin– one of those delta sorority sisters who sounds mad country. She wanted to work on this piece with me– at least that’s what she made it seems like. She wanted to do a spoken word visual about growing up in poverty as black people. I thought she had a great vision. I let her know that it was a really good idea. I was kind of excited to be honest. She called me that same night to talked about it and everything sounded like a go.

We made arrangements to meet up to actually discuss this vision. We sat down and thought about different ways to portray the different ideas. We had gone through a lot in our short time on this earth. We came from different backgrounds, so she never saw the things that I saw. She told me I introduced her to a new world. She told me she liked that about me. I wasn’t sure if it was the compliment or not but at that moment I felt some real ass chemistry. Before you know it we started to share some personal thing about our life. She told me she appreciated how open and transparent I was. Things had got really deep.

Maybe a little too deep, I could tell it had gotten a little overwhelming so I asked if she wanted to go for a walk. She agreed and we went outside and just start walking. It felt great. I love nature. I love everything about it. It kind of helps me feel free. I could tell she felt a little better herself. Finally, we had a seat on the bench that was right outside this coffee shop. She told me that she was glad she ran into me when she did. She told me I seemed like a great guy and she could the two of us becoming really great friends. I agreed. I definitely saw that too.

I cannot lie. That shit made my dick tremble a little bit. Don’t ask me how or why– just know that it did. I made the suggestion to link up again some other time. I told her we would have fun and the next time we link up we didn’t have to talk about the heavy shit. After that we kind of said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. Later on that night she thanked me for listening to her. She told me she has always had so much to say but no one to really say it to. She told me that was the reason why she wrote– to say the things she couldn’t say to anyone else. Ironically, that was kind of the reason why I started to write. I used to write just to clear my mind. I wrote anything from poems to essays– outside of university work to journal entries.

The more she revealed about herself the stronger my attraction towards her became. Sometimes when she would speak I could just hear the passion in her voice. It was the sexiest thing ever. She made my dick tremble quite often and didn’t have to be talking about sex. Bruh, she told me a story about how she had to go off on her co worker– I swear I couldn’t help myself. That shit was sexy af. She just started going in and I could hear myself saying, “damn, I love you” I was thinking to myself, “this chick might be wifey.”

Over the span of couple months we had gotten really close. Sometimes when she came over she would spend then night. We had gotten really close. I felt like it was about that time to take our relationship to the next level. I felt like I could be myself with her and I felt that wholeheartedly. We had already gone on a number of dates. There was no reason why we weren’t already a couple. I had been thinking about it for weeks. I had even called my best friend to ask for his opinion. He gave me his blessings and that was all I needed. I trusted his word. He always had my best interest at heart.

That night I called her and asked her if she could meet me at the coffee shop. The coffee shop was the symbol of our relationship. It symbolized the pinnacle of our growth. It was apart of our history. We met there often to talk about our project ideas and to talk about life. That coffee shop meant a lot to our relationship and I wanted it to continue to be apart of us.

That night I told her to meet at the coffee shop so we could talk about this idea I had. It had been awhile since we actually sat down and talk about our ideas. My ideas often came to me while I was laying in bed. I would usually write them down before I go to sleep. We called each other every night before bed. I guess that’s why I’ve been thinking about her so much lately. I didn’t think about much of anything at night other than spending time with her. I guess you can tell how much I really liked her.

She called me to let me know she was close. I had already ordered some tea and sat on the outside. Before she got off the phone she told me that she had something to tell me. I had no idea what she had to say but it made me nervous. I was already been kind of nervous to finally ask her out despite being so close but it added to my anxieties. All types of things started to go through my head. I called my boy back real quick to calm my nerves but as soon as he answered the phone I could see Melanie pulling up.

I told him I’ll call him back and greeted Melanie. She smiled and gave me hug as usual. Everything seemed to be fine and my nerves seemed to have calm down. She asked me about the ideas I had. I kind of wanted to know what she had to say to me before I got into why I asked her to come out. I just told her away. I told her about a few project ideas for this short film I wanted to do. I wanted to document black hair and what our hair means to our identity. I wanted to focus on standard of beauty and natural hair for both men and women. There were some other things I wanted to discuss but I was too anxious to find out what she wanted to say to me.

She started to mention the weather and asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. She knew I loved shit like that. I thought it was going to have one of those romantic moments you read about in story books. After awhile my anxiety dissipated and I was actually feeling pretty good about everything. While we were walking she grabbed and held my hand. She told me that she really like me and maybe even loved me. I was excited and a little relieved but I also had butterflies in my stomach. I could only smile despite the discomfort.

She mentioned her ex. She told me she wanted to tell me something and it had to do with him. I could feel myself getting sick to my stomach. My anxieties were going through the roof at this point. I stopped walking. I stood there and waited for her say something disappointing. I just had this feeling in the pit of my stomach that told me I wasn’t going to like what she had to say. Then she looked over to me and said “my ex is actually my husband” I just looked at her in disbelief. Apparently they hadn’t gotten a divorce but they were just separated– legally at least.

He had been overseas for six months on a mission. She said that he was coming back and that he was going to kick her out the house they had together. She told me they had some type of agreement but that didn’t matter to. She lied to me. She was never really honest with me. This entire time I thought I had really found someone to me. I thought I finally found someone. There was not enough unconditional love that would make me forgive her so easily. I couldn’t believe I let this happen to me.

She had a whole ass husband. A whole ass military nigga. I got so sick that I actually puked. I had to leave. I had to get away from the situation. I didn’t know what else to do. She could have told me about this. I don’t know why she hadn’t told me this to behind with. There had been so many opportunities for her to tell me about this but she waited until the moment I thought she couldn’t do any wrong.

She told me that she had more to say but I couldn’t take it. I didn’t want to hear it. I just went home. I didn’t even call my boy. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. She had been hitting me up that entire night but I refused to answer. I just put on some Jazz music and internalized everything gotdamn thing that has ever happened in my entire life up until that point until I just fell asleep of exhaustion.

I felt so empty and incomplete but I also had this heaviness about myself. I didn’t want to talk to her but I knew I wouldn’t feel better until I found out what else she had to say. I shut myself out from the world for a couple days. I just hadn’t been feeling like myself. I hadn’t returned any of her calls and to be honest it was eating me alive. I needed something to help me take my mind off of Melanie. I thought if I invited another woman over that she would help me take my mind off of things. I thought she would make me feel good– make me feel like myself again.

I called Jasmine. We used to mess around from time to time. I hadn’t seen her in awhile. I ask her if she wanted drop after she got home from work. That usually meant she would come through for sex. I thought that was something I needed but when she got there I just wasn’t feeling it. I could barely function let alone entertain a woman while the entire time I was thinking about someone else. I didn’t make me feel any better. I actually felt worse. I thought she would be fun. I thought she would’ve brought me out of that shitty mood I was in but all she really wanted to do was to have sex. I guess I got what I was asking for.

I had been too detached to do anything remotely close to sex and Jasmine didn’t like it. She had gotten really upset so I just asked her to leave. While escorting her out Melanie pulled up.

Moody Vampire (part 2)

Pairing: Jughead x reader
Description: Jughead and reader develop a close friendship and reader joins blue and gold. The blue and gold editors are investigating leads on the Jason Blossom murder, and homecoming is around the corner.
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Over the next couple of months, Jughead and I hung out quite a lot, which led to me becoming close friends with Archie, Betty, and Veronica as well. They were all incredibly kind people, and I was thankful that I at least had a few friends in this new town. Veronica and I had even bonded over the fresh “new kid” labels we wore.
It was lunchtime, which meant I would be spending my time in the paper room working on an article for the blue and gold. After Jughead and Betty found out I like to write, they would subtly push me in to joining the paper with them. I gave in fairly quickly, writing was a passion of mine and it gave me something to work on.
As I walked down the lunch line to get something to eat, a boy walked in to the lunch room with a big poster and a teddy bear. I watched as he walked up to the girl and asked her to homecoming before she screamed “yes!” and hugged him. The lunch room cheered and clapped before settling down and getting back to their food. I smiled a bit, thinking about the upcoming dance. A small part of me hoped that maybe Jughead would ask me, even to go just as a friend.
I don’t get what the big deal is.” I jumped a bit and turned around to see Jughead standing beside me, his arms crossed and the corners of his lips tugged downwards in his infamous grim face.
“Of course you wouldn’t, you’re Jughead.” Ronnie came strolling up behind him, Kevin and Betty following.
“Is that a comment I should take offense to?” Jughead looked down at her, an eyebrow raised.
“Probably, but you’re Jughead, so you won’t.” Ronnie shrugged her shoulders before engaging in a conversation with Kevin and Betty.
“I just don’t get it, why would you subject yourself to that kind of public embarrassment? It’s a dance, just ask the person privately if they would like to go with you. Why show off and spend tons of money on elaborate gifts and publicly display it with the chance of getting rejected?” Jughead shook his head before turning to the line to pile his tray. I sighed, the re-occurring dream I had been having of Jughead and I at homecoming blowing up in my face. I paid for my lunch and made my way to the office for the blue and gold, not waiting for Jughead and Betty.
When I got to the room, I set my lunch down beside me and grabbed my laptop from my bag, getting to work. Some interesting things had been discovered about Jason’s homicide, and I had talked to Sheriff Keller about some of it. Now I was working on the article, trying to piece my information together and make a decent article.
Jughead and Betty walked in to the room, setting their bags down. Jughead went to the board immediately and grabbed some chalk, writing down some facts and bits of evidence we gathered, trying to piece it together while Betty helped him. After a few minutes, Jughead and Betty split up, Betty sitting on the desk and grabbing a notepad, and Jughead taking a seat by me.
“You want this? I motioned towards my abandoned milk carton and pizza from the lunch room, not really as hungry as I thought I was. Jughead nodded silently and took the pizza, biting into it and opening his laptop.
I tried not to focus on homecoming as the days of the week flew by. It was just a stupid dance. It would be stupid to upset myself with something as ridiculous as Jughead not asking me. Soon enough, it was Friday, and the dance was tomorrow and I was sat at Pop’s with Veronica and Betty hollering at me because I didn’t have a dress.
“It’s just a dance guys. I’ll go in jeans and a T-shirt, or better yet, I’ll just stay home.” I argued, taking a sip of my tea.
“Y/n, even Jughead is going! You can’t stay home!” Betty motioned to the boy sitting next to me, an incredulous look on her face.
“I don’t even have a date, what’s the point?”
“Nope, not acceptable.” Veronica stood up, grabbing my sleeve and lifted me from the booth. Betty and Jughead followed as she walked out the door with my shirt in her fist, dragging me behind her.
“Where are we going?” Jughead called out to Veronica as him and Betty tried to catch up to the power-walking princess.
“My house, we’re getting this kid a dress, and we’re hauling her to homecoming.”
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I had tried on dress after dress from Veronica’s closet, everything being too tight, too short, not my taste. Jughead sat on Ronnie’s bed, typing away on his laptop.
“This just isn’t working Ronnie.” I sighed, going back in to her closet and changing out of the dress.
“Just chillax, I’ve got one more thing that might work.” Ronnie opened the closet door and handed me a purple dress before closing the door. The top part was halter style, with a long silk skirt. I tried it on and walked out, showing my friends.
“That’s it. That’s the one.” Ronnie clapped her hands together and pretended to wipe a tear from her eye.
“It’s homecoming, not my wedding day.”
“It’s really nice actually. Jughead, doesn’t she look nice?” Betty hit Jughead’s arm and he looked up, confused.
“What-oh.” Jughead’s eyes widened when he looked at me, making me blush.
“Y-yeah, you look…incredible.” Jughead complimented.
“Alright, I’m gonna go take this off now.” I pointed a thumb towards the closet door, blushing furiously

Later that night, when Jughead walked me home, I tried to bring up the dance.
“So, that dance is tomorrow… ” I trailed off, looking up at him.
“Yeah, I’m just going because Betty wants me to cover it with you guys for the paper.” Jughead looked down at his feet, his hands shoved in his pockets.
“Oh, yeah, the paper.” Of course.
“So, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Jughead spoke again when we made it to my front door.
“Yeah, tomorrow.” I smiled. Jughead began to walk away and I froze at my door. Now was the time.
“Hey! Jughead!” I called out. Jughead turned around, looking at me expectantly.
“Maybe tomorrow we could…” I stopped. What was I doing? This was Jughead. He didn’t want a girlfriend, much less me as a girlfriend. If I asked him to homecoming it would ruin the strongest friendship I have in this town.
“Uhm, you know what? Nevermind. Goodnight Jug.” I stepped in to my house quickly and ran up the stairs. I hung up my dress and called it a night.
The next morning, Betty and I got ready together at my house, since she lived across the street from me. We danced along to some songs and had fun while we did each other’s makeup, and I tried not to think about how I chickened out last night.
“Hey, Betts?” I looked up at my friend as she applied blush to the apples of my cheeks.
“Yeah, y/n/n?” She met my gaze.
“Have you ever backed out of something last minute and regretted it?” Betty gave me a confused look before setting the brush down.
“Spill.” And I did. I told her all about my crush on Jughead, and how I wanted to ask him, and how I hoped maybe he would ask me, all while betty finished my makeup and sprayed my hair.
“I’m sorry y/n, Jughead’s just kinda clueless. Hopefully he will come around soon enough. You guys would be adorabl- “Betty was cut off by the sound of her phone and she answered it. A grin appeared on her face almost immediately.
“Yeah, we’ll be right down.” Betty ended the call and grabbed her purse, handing me mine and grabbing my wrist.
“What?” She pulled me out of my room excitedly.
“Archie and Veronica are here, and so is your date.” Betty hopped down the stairs with me trailing behind her and swung open my front door. There stood Jughead, a clear box with a corsage in one hand, and a sign in another, that said “Can this Moody Vampire be your date to the dance? “
I immediately laughed at our inside joke, unable to control the ends of my lips from tugging upwards as Jughead stood there in a full black suit, his grey beanie on his head.
“I know it’s kind of last minute, I probably should have asked you sooner, but..”
“You’re clueless sometimes.” I quickly glanced to Betty and she cupped a hand over her mouth to keep her laughter silent.
“Yeah, I am.” Jughead chuckled, and I could see two fake vampire fangs sticking out.” I’m hoping I’m not too late?”
“Of course not.” I teased, walking up to him. Archie took the sign from him and I saw Jughead was wearing a purple tie to match my dress.
“You really didn’t have to do all of this.” I whispered to him.
“That may be true, but- “Jughead pulled the purple and white corsage from the box, tucking the plastic container under his arm and lifting my wrist to tie on the flower.” It made you smile, so it was worth it.”
I shook my head, grabbing his tie and pulling him down to meet my lips with his.

December Character Design Challenge!

Im going to be personally challenging myself from December 1st to New Years to design at least 1 character a day. Could be completely from scratch, redesigns of old characters, made with help from character makers/my own character generator, etc. At the end of the month, i’ll sell off all the ones I didn’t keep (i’ll only keep a few, most likely). If anyone wants to join in, feel free too! I’m really excited to push myself, since I do love designing, its one of my favorite things about art. I’ll tag it as #design challenge. 

you know, thinking about how sarada didn’t even know about the circumstances of her birth in gaiden, i wonder if she also might not have known that her parents traveled together for many months (possibly years). the thought of her learning that this is where her parents’ relationship officially began, that this is where they got married and conceived her, that this is where she was raised for at least the first few months of her life… like it tugs at my heartstrings. she was probably so awed.

especially when her mama began to tell her more detailed stories of their travels. because she could hear it in her mama’s voice, she could picture it so clearly how in love they were with each other. how they didn’t get married because they felt they had to, how they didn’t have her simply to resurrect papa’s clan. they got married because they were crazy about each other, because they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. and sarada was born from that love.

it must have made her so mindlessly happy to learn how deep her parents love ran. 

You know, I really dislike sex scenes in tv and movies. They always felt so forced and unnecessary.

But I think a main reason I dislike them is because very rarely are they actually done between two characters who love each other. It’s just two people, who barely even know each other, or have been dating for like, a few days just having sex to have sex, because “it’s been months since I had any action”, and not because they love and are committed to one another

Obviously because of my religious beliefs I think sex should be something between a married couple. Which I don’t expect in movies really, for characters to wait until marriage. But at the very least, can’t they be in love and completely devoted to one another?