my favorite though he's the best

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I love how Jon repeats what Damian said to him in the second panel. Even though he bickers with him and they fight a lot, Jon does listen to what Damian says and takes his words to heart. I love that about their relationship. They act like they don’t get along but in the end, there is this kind of grudging respect between the two of them. It’s great and I honestly can’t wait for them to become real friends.

Bad Things- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Just glimpses in to Jughead and Reader’s relationship. Heavily based off of the song “Bad Things” by Camila Cabello and Machine gun Kelly because I’m a total slut for that bop

Warnings: SIN SIN SIN SIN SO MUCH SIN IM A SINNER, Swearing, implied smut, actual descriptive smut like guys this is kinda intense.

I DID IT OKAY I SINNED FOR Y’ALL

(Disclaimer: If you are uncomfortable with Jughead Jones smut then Do.Not.Read. This is literal actual smut intended for the Riverdale Tv Show version of Jughead Jones portrayed by Cole Sprouse, as all my other fics are. If you are offended or do not like this kind of stuff, then just keep scrolling. This is requested by my followers and I won’t deny it or not do it simply because a few other people don’t like it.)


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“Am I outta my head, am I outta my mind? If you only knew the bad things I like.”


It was the little things about him that always had me craving him. The veins along his wrists, when his jaw was clenched. The little hints of curls that poked out of his gray beanie, almost as if they were begging to see the light of day. The frame of his body was probably my favorite part. I had never been attracted to buff men, particularly guys like my friend Archie Andrews. He was a whole different story though. He was tall and lean, almost comparing to the body of a track runner, but his body was still toned in all of the right places, and he was certainly strong enough to carry me up my stairs to my bedroom. Jughead Jones made me think the most sinful things, and I couldn’t ever stop. I’m just lucky that the feeling is mutual.

“Y/n?Did you just hear a thing I said?” My best friend Veronica looked at me expectantly, her eyebrows raised and looking frustrated with me. Truthfully, I hadn’t heard a thing she said. I was too busy focusing my attention on something more…interesting.

Jughead Jones had started out as a friend. That’s how they all did, right? We had four classes together, and mutual friends, so of course, we grew incredibly close over time.Eventually, it became something more The boy stared back at me, his blue eyes piercing through mine and in to my head, almost reading my thoughts. I saw as he mouthed a simple word “tonight” and I gave him a slight nod, biting my lip in response.

“Sorry V, she’s too focused on her loverboy.” Archie taunted me, passing by us and to his friend, knocking shoulders with him. Jughead blushed slightly, not moving from his position on the lockers, his arms crossed over him. I could fix that.

I strutted over, my hips moving a little more than they usually do. Jughead uncrossed his arms and they immediately went to my waist once I reached him, pulling me in to his body that was still against the lockers. I leaned up, pressing my lips to his quickly before the bell rang. I broke apart from my boyfriend, my hand sliding down his shirt slowly. I pulled away, winking at him before strutting off. I didn’t even have to turn around to know his eyes were on me, watching my every step.



“No matter what you say, no matter what you do, I only wanna do bad things to you.”



Jughead and I had been together for a good six months before we got in to our first fight. He always had his nose shoved in to his laptop, and I got no attention from him anymore, and I was angry. I had waited a while for him to notice, and he never did, so I took matters in to my own hands.

My boyfriend sat at a stool in my kitchen, his hands in his hair and his laptop in front of him, His beanie long forgotten on the counter. If I wasn’t so pissed at him, I might have offered to release some of that tension, but I wasn’t in a giving mood that day. I slammed the laptop shut, my eyes glaring at him. Jughead looked up at me with a confused look.

“Forsythe, do you remember why I invited you over?” I asked him, my eyebrow cocked while I waited to his answer. His mouth opened slightly, trying to string together something and drawing up a blank. I scoffed, shaking my head and walking away.

“Baby, wait-” Jughead hopped off the stool, following me out of the room.

“Jughead, I asked you to come over because I wanted to spend time with you!! Not so I could watch you on your laptop the whole time! I just want some of you to myself!is that too much?”

“You know how important this novel is to me, y/n-”

“ I know that! But I should be more important!” I shouted. I didn’t care if I sounded selfish. I was pissed.

“ Of course you’re more important! What kind of question is that?!” Jughead looked at me like I was ridiculous and I shook my head.

“Really? Because sometimes it feels like you would choose that book over me if it came down to it.” I crossed my arms, my foot tapping against the hardwood floor. Jughead’s face fell, and the anger on his face was replaced with a sad look.

“That is not true, that is not true at all, I would always choose you.” Jughead closed the gap between us, his arms wrapping around my waist. I pushed him away slightly, my hands on his chest.


“Prove it.” I spoke bravely, my tone of voice becoming different.


Everything happened relatively quickly from there.Jughead’s hands went around my back, lifting me so my legs were wrapped around his waist, and his fingers wrapping around the backs of my thighs. His mouth was on mine and I felt my back hit the wall. Jughead’s lips went to my neck, sucking harshly at the skin until purple bruises adorned it. My hands went to his sweater, almost ripping the fabric just to get it off of him.

“ My room,” I panted, my hands tangled in Jughead’s hair while he sucked harshly at the collarbone peeking out of my tank top. He adjusted my body that was wrapped around his before making his way to the stairs, carrying me up them. I felt my back hit my mattress and Jughead was on top of me, his legs on either side of my waist and his hands already under my shirt. His had already been tossed over a chair in my room.

I flipped us over so I was on top,grinding my lower body in to his. Jughead let out a low groan, his head tilting upwards at the contact. My hands made quick work unbuckling his belt, pulling it off of him quickly and unbuttoning his jeans. Jughead looked at me impressed.

“No matter how many times you do that, I’m still pretty shocked at your skillwork.” Jughead’s arms went behind his head, a smirk now on his face.

“Don’t get too comfortable.” I taunted, my hands going behind my back.

I unclasped my bra, tossing it across my room somewhere. Jughead sat up quickly, his mouth already on my chest, littering my body with hickeys. He flipped us over again so he was in control, and pressed open mouth kisses down my stomach to my hips, his fingers curling under my sweatpants and dragging the waistband down and off of me. My breath hitched in my throat when I felt his lips on my thigh, leaving light little kisses up them until his mouth was over the fabric of my underwear. My back arched off the mattress at the feeling, my fingers gripping the sheets until my knuckles turned white. Jughead hooked two of his digits in to the side of my underwear, pulling them slowly down my thighs.

“Jug… Jug please.” I begged, not really in the mood to take things slow. Jughead pulled the fabric down the rest of my legs, and they went flinging in an unknown direction of the bedroom.Jughead’s head dipped down, and I was breathing intensely, my hands going to his hair and tangling in to the strands, gripping tightly.




“We’re both wild, and the nights young, and you’re my drug.”




Parties weren’t Jughead’s thing, but Cheryl was in fact now a part of our gang, and it was only fair to at least make an appearance. So, on Saturday night, I was getting dressed and ready to go to her party. I wore a simple blue dress a gold belt with a bow around my waist, and some black ankle boots. Veronica and Betty laid on my bed, chatting amongst the two of them while I finished my makeup. I was finishing my lipstick when Archie and Jughead walked in to my door, both of them surprisingly having smiles on their faces.

Jughead made his way towards me immediately, pressing a kiss to my temple and standing behind me, his arms wrapping loosely around my shoulders. I looked at him through my vanity mirror, blowing a kiss at him, and he blushed and rolled his eyes.

“Are you almost ready y/n?” Betty sighed exasperatedly. She say up from the bed, smoothing out her romper, and Veronica wrapped her an arm around her waist, leaning her head against her girlfriends shoulder

“Oh, Bets, let the poor girl take her time. It’s always classier to be fashionably late.” Veronica pressed a kiss to the shell of Betty’s ear and her face went red.

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We arrived on time to the party and everyone split up, Betty and Veronica dancing, Archie talking to Valerie, and my back to Jughead’s chest as we sunk in to a corner of the room, to have some privacy. His arms were around my waist, holding my tightly to his body while he pressed kisses to my neck, whispering incredibly sinful things about what he would be doing to me right this minute had we not been at Cheryl’s house.

I know that Jughead would have rather been at my house tonight, cuddled in to each other on my couch watching a movie, or just talking and being in each other’s presence, or even trying out some of the things he had been whispering to me. I felt a little sympathetic for him, but I knew just the way to cheer him up.

I turned around, my hands slipping in to his, and I pulled him towards the middle of the room. An upbeat song was playing and everybody was dancing and jumping around. Jughead huffed, not wanting to go, but I knew he wouldn’t resist if I tried hard enough.

I finally got him to the middle of the room, my hands lacing with his, my back pressed against his chest as my hips swayed back and forth to the music. I could feel Jughead was tense, so I gave him a little incentive by pushing my lower body in to his slightly, and I heard his breath shudder a bit before he was moving his body against mine and his lips were on my neck.

“we should go back to your place."Jughead whispered, his lips brushing against my skin. I tilted my neck so he could have easier access, taking his hands in mine and running them down the sides of my body. With the way his body was moving against mine, and all the things he had been sharing with me earlier, it would be an understatement to say I was worked up. I grabbed his hand again, weaving through the crowds and shouting a goodbye to Betty and Veronica before starting the trek to my house. Jughead and I walked hand in hand, slowing down every once in a while to kiss each other.


"When we get home, you’re in for it.”

“Oh, I know.”




“And you keep me in with those hips, while my teeth sink in those lips, while your body’s giving me life, and you suffocate in my kiss.”


Fuck, Forsythe.” I hissed, my nails digging in to his back. My hips moved slowly down on to his length, my fingers moving up his back and in to his hair. His hands were wrapped around my body, his lips biting harshly at my shoulder. When I felt my body adjust to him, I rose my hips before sinking back down on to him again.Jughead captured my lips with his, his teeth biting gently in to my bottom lip. We lazily kissed as I moved up and down slowly, my walls tightening around him slightly. Jughead held me as close to his body as he could, our chests pressed together.

I was on cloud 9 every time I was intimate with Jug. Everything about him was breath taking, and he was so beautiful when he was like this: his lips slightly parted, his curly hair matted down and sticking to his forehead, and his body shining from the warmth of our bodies colliding.

I started to move my hips a little faster, grinding down on to Jughead’s hips. Jughead buried his face in to the crook of my neck, and his arms wrapped around me even tighter, if that was possible. I used whatever energy I had left to move my hips faster, bringing Jughead and I both to the edge. I could feel the warmth in the pit of my stomach, warning me that I was close.

“F-fuck, Forsythe,I-”

“I know, baby.” Jughead began to meet his hips with mine on every thrust, one arm unwrapping from around my body to press the pad of his finger to my clit. I gasped at the sensation, my nails scratching against his back harder.

“Shit, shit, I-I’m-” I cut myself off, not having enough breath to finish my sentence. I felt my stomach tighten and then I was cumming on Jughead’s dick, a quiet moan escaping my lips. I kept thrusting against him, riding out my high while he chases his, soon I was being hit with overstimulation, but I powered through it, bouncing against Jughead as fast as I could.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, I’m gonna-” strings of curse words escaped Jughead’s lips as he flipped us over, pounding in to me as hard as he could. His lips went around on of my nipples, sucking harshly, and his fingers rubbed quickly and forcefully against my clit, drawing out another orgasm from me.

Before I knew it, I was cumming again, this time Jughead following as he came inside me. Jughead’s body collapsed on top of mine, not before pulling out of me slowly. My hands tangled themselves in his hair and his arms went back around my body, his head laying against my chest. I could feel his heart race against my own beating heart, and I looked down at my beautiful boyfriend, as I smiled.He was all mine.





“The way we love, is so unique, and when we touch, I’m shivering.”





I woke up to the light shining from my bedroom window, the rays of sun peeking through my curtains and casting rays of light along the sleeping bodies of Jughead and I. The night before had been our one year anniversary, and he “spent the night”, Which resulted in to this morning, the both of us naked in my bed. Jughead was already awake, his fingers tracing along my arms.Goosebumps ran along my skin at the feeling of his touch, leaning up to give him a kiss.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Jughead mumbled against my lips. I giggled as his fingers went to my sides, tickling me the slightest bit.

“Good morning, handsome.” I smiled down at him, my eyes practically in the shapes of hearts. I loved this boy to death. He was the most perfect thing I had ever found in this world.

“How are you feeling?” He asked me, his fingers stopping so his arms could wrap around my back. He pulled our bodies tighter together.

“I’m great.” I told him, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. Jughead’s face scrunched up slightly and I giggle again, my hands cupping his cheeks.

“I love you, so much. So, so, soso much.” I started pressing kisses all over his face and I felt it scrunch up again before catching my lips with his. Jughead wasn’t a super affectionate person in public, so I loved these moments I had with him, hidden away under my covers, where it was just the two of us.





“And no one has to get it, just you and me.”






“I swear to god, you two are the most sickeningly cute couple in..in… In god knows what!” Veronica threw her hands up dramatically before slamming them down on to the table at the booth. She looked at the two of us, who sat across from each other. Jughead and I didn’t break our eye contact, still looking at each other and smiling brightly.

“Come on, V.It’s cute. They’re cute.” Betty defended, sitting across from her girlfriend.

“ I know, but look at them! All they do is stare at each other like its the morning after their first time.“ Veronica scoffed before pausing for a second. Her mouth opened in shock before she whispered loudly.

"You guys fucked!” Jughead and I broke apart at that, looking at Veronica with wide eyes. I was about to shake my head when Jughead interrupted.

“We’ve been fucking, V. Catch up.” Ronnie and Betty’s mouth fell open simultaneously at the confidence in Jughead’s voice.He leaned back in the booth and turned his attention back to me, cheekily winking at me. My cheeks grew hot as I looked back at my best friends, mouths still open in shock.

“You guys, you, you’re-” Ronnie stammered, looking back and forth at each other. Jughead and I started laughing at Ronnie’s reaction, and she sputtered.

“I don’t get your relationship. I seriously don’t.” Ronnie slumped in her seat, her chin resting in the palm of her hand.

“Cheer up, V. It’s y/n and Jughead. Nobody gets it except them.” Jughead and I had already tuned out Betty though, our attention going back to each other. Nobody had to understand our relationship, because it wasn’t theirs. It was ours, And it was perfect.

Sober

2,500 Followers Oneshot

Summary: The reader is drunk and she tries to have sex with her best friend Jensen.

Prompt: “Why are you in my bed?!”

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,757

Requested: @supernaturalgirl85


Jensen tiredly drudges up the stairs in his Malibu home, grumpy as all hell. He just lost $2,000 at a poker game and it’s safe to say that he’s ripshit.

Although he’s not concerned about actually losing the money, being a successful movie director has set his ass up for life.

It’s just the fact that he lost. He’s a competitive fucker, always has been and always will be. It’s in his DNA.

And to add fuel to the fire, his friends refused to give him another chance to win back his money. Claiming it’s too late and they needed to call it a night. It’s only midnight for Christ’s sake. Old bastards.

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So, @thepsychicclam posted this, and then this happened:

Stiles listened to the latest musicians that Derek had brought to court to play for him with a wide smile and a thankfully small amount of hand movements. They were, as all the artists that Derek presented to him with startling frequency and fervor were, wonderfully talented, and playing a piece that had been commissioned just for him.

Sometimes, Stiles thought that his husband’s gifts and ever increasing support of Stiles’ interests might mean that his own feelings of deep abiding love may be returned by his king, but in his more reasonable moments he knew his love was unreturned. Derek had always been a generous and attentive man, even as a child he would allow Stiles to choose their activities and humor him in his frequent schemes. When Stiles proposed that they sneak into the castle kitchens to steal some of their favorite cakes, Derek rolled his eyes fondly (“They’re my kitchens, Stiles! And yours as well!” “Yes, but we aren’t meant to be in there now, silly!”) and acquiesced with enthusiasm as they tiptoed around the halls and into the pantry.

The head cook had found them covered in icing and failing to contain their laughter.

Thinking of it now brings a warm glow to Stiles’ chest even as it sets off a cascade of similarly joyful memories of growing up as Derek’s best friend. They were so close that Stiles had never considered that he would marry anyone else, though when he was old enough to understand that he was in fact Derek’s intended, the betrothal sent a panic through him. How could he ever think that a union with a man he loved so deeply, but could only look upon him as a dear friend, would bring him anything but heartache?

In the end, Stiles had decided that life without romantic love but with Derek by his side was far better than life away from the man who reigned in his heart.

Sitting now, beside his husband, ensconced in ornately carved thrones with soft velvet cushions, Derek’s arm resting close enough to his own that he can feel the warmth radiating from him, seeing his friends in court smiling and enjoying the music created just for him, Stiles knows he’s exactly where he wants to be. Even Boyd and Isaac, their usually stoic guards appeared to be enjoying themselves, though each man was regarding their kings with indecipherable looks.

Stiles takes a deep breath and turns to his husband only to find Derek looking back at him, a smile curving his lips in a way that still makes Stiles’ heart flutter. He can feel his own grin widen in response as Derek’s eyebrows raise in question. “Are you pleased, my dear husband?”

Stiles’ heart stutters then gallops at the thoughts that assail him, all the ways he’d like to please his king, the oft imagined looks of pleasure he’d like to paint upon Derek’s beloved face. He must get lost in thinking about how Derek’s skin would feel beneath his hands, because Derek’s brow furrows in concern. “Stiles? Is something the matter?”

“No, my king,” Stiles hurries to reassure, “I was simply trying to decide how best to tell you how perfectly lovely this evening has been thus far.”

Derek’s smile is so bright it puts the castle’s chandeliers to shame, and Stiles feels an elated pride bubble in his chest.

“I am exceedingly happy to hear you say so,” Derek says genuinely, the radiant smile still in place and the corners of his beautiful eyes crinkling slightly. The way Derek looks at him then, his entire regard focused on Stiles and the force of his honest joy makes Stiles forget that they are a couple bound by duty and friendly affection. It makes him believe for a moment that they share a love that will inspire artists for decades.

It emboldens him, and he places his hand over Derek’s, suppressing a shiver when Derek moves ever so slightly so that his thumb can run lightly over the outside of his pinkie. “I am exceedingly happy that you are exceedingly happy,” Stiles teases.

After another long moment simply getting lost in watching one another, a particularly evocative piece of the song draws Stiles’ attention and he turns to see how those gathered to dance interpret it. He can feel Derek still watching him, and it turns his smile small and private as he ducks his head briefly. Derek’s hand is still warm and real under his own, and as the evening stretches into night, it remains there, tapping the occasional rhythm against Stiles’ hand, their fingers eventually entwining.

Neither dares acknowledge it, but neither do they pull away. When it is time to applaud, the lost contact is nearly unbearable. When their hands automatically settle back together, Stiles feels like he’s soaring.

Best Thing about Critical Role, #100: my complete acceptance that, NPCs aside, Matt’s manifestation in Exandria is as a mostly omnipotent deity who tags along on all Vox Machina’s adventures and every now and then chips in to make sure they don’t get killed - though much more often he’s encouraging their foes, possibly because it’s entertaining. The Blind God, the Storyteller, the Chance-Bound (the only rules he cannot break, unless he really wants to)…there is never favoritism, there is simply the Storyteller pressing close to whisper in the anxious druid’s ear that she still has another couple uses of Wild Shape left, or to remind a temporary, less-experienced member of his little group that they are unusually lucky, can turn the undead, can flail their opponents away like the fiercest of ducks…The God of Many Faces, Many Voices, Many Names…

Thanks, Matt. It’s a pretty damn good show.

patchoulism  asked:

My man, I beseech you — since you're an authority of history knowledge in my eyes — if it's possible, can you help me finding that one legendary story about some chinese ubergeneral (was it Guan Yu?) who fooled his opponent by sitting out in front of the city drinking tea and making his opponent withdraw because the latter thought that ubergeneral was preparing some kind of ambush. Thank you in advance.

You are thinking of Zhuge Liang! See, this one is one of my favorites, because there’s two layers to this.

Let’s start with the first layer: It is indeed as you said! The basic story is that this one Chinese general (Zhuge Liang) had to defend against another Chinese general (Sima Yi), and Zhuge was super duper fucked with cheese on top because he had like a handful of dudes, a lot of expectations placed on him, and nothing else. Basically, it was a doOMED case of “well someone’s gotta cover our retreat ‘cause no way we can escape if these dudes decide to pursue”. With no man power, no fortifications (they had a shit ass little “city” that might as well be a glorified outpost/town), and no chance in hell, Liang decided to take on a bit of a Gambit: He had what little men he had dress up as civilians and ordered them to sweep the front door, which he left COMPLETELY OPEN, spread like the legs of a dame of the night, ready to be filled with cruel invaders, and he sat out there, in his tiny little Zhuge Liang chair, drinking his Zhuge Liang tea, waving “hello!” and greeting the enemy messengers with every courtesy. “Please, tell your commander to come have some tea, if he pleases!”. The enemy messenger relayed this to his commander, and Sima Yi couldn’t help but see “HUGE FUCKING TRAP” and decided to withdraw that day because there was no way he was going to walk into a trap as obvious as that one.

That’s layer one: Chinese general tricks Chinese general.

It is awesome, but it is the less awesome of the two layers.

Here’s layer two:

It was Zhuge Liang and Sima Yi. Zhuge Liang was a genius strategist who worked for Shu, while Sima Yi was an equally genius strategist who worked for Wei. These two were the TOPPEST MINDS in Chinese warfare of their era, there was no match for them except each other (and Pang Tong, but that’s another story), and their numerous showdowns are both legendary on a cultural level and on a military level. Now, think about it: Zhuge Liang made the MOST OBVIOUS AMBUSH BLUFF in history. There’s no way that wasn’t a bluff. If it had been any strategist except Sima Yi, it wouldn’t have worked, because they would’ve said “it’s much too obvious lol” and would’ve attacked. The genius of this strategy is not the strategy itself, it is that it was done against Sima Yi. Sima Yi had had many dances with Zhuge Liang before, and Sima Yi knew he was attacking Liang. The moment Liang heard that it was Yi that was coming, however, he immediately put this hilariously bold gambit into place. Why? Because he knew Yi’s intelligence agents were superb and thus assumed Yi knew it was him, Liang, who was in charge of the defense. 

See, Zhuge Liang was famous his strategies and all, but among all of these, he was famous for one particular modus operandi more than any: Ambushes. Zhuge Liang was really, really good at mounting ambushes that killed the ever loving fuck outta everyone caught in them. The dude was RUTHLESS, and he had a terrifying second skill in his portfolio: Meteorology. He had an almost inhuman ability to discern the weather. If Liang said the winds would blow east tomorrow, mother fucker, the winds WOULD blow east tomorrow. If Liang said it was going to rain the next day, you brought an UMBRELLA.

So Sima Yi had VERY GOOD REASONS TO BE AFRAID OF THIS: The battlefield was invariably be the town/outpost they were defending, which means urban warfare (as urban as it got back then), and urban warfare means two things:

  1. Lots of buildings, which make great hiding places for his terrifying ambushes
  2. Lots of buildings, which make great BURNING PLACES for his terrifying fire attacks: Knowing the weather means you know where the wind will blow and if it will rain or not, and thus it means you know, with certainty, if you can carry out a fire attack and from where should you carry it. Did I mention Zhuge Liang’s fire-based strategies were feared throughout the land?

Sima Yi took a look at ALL of this, and at one additional thing: It was Zhuge Liang doing this ridiculous gambit. What if he knew I knew? What if he knew I knew he knew? etc… Basically, if it was Zhuge Liang doing this ridiculously dumb and obvious gambit, then there was no way something BEYOND CHEEKY was going on in the backstage, so Sima Yi said “haha no fuck no bye let’s go home” and did not take his chances against this.

If it had been ANYONE but Zhuge Liang doing this to ANYONE but Sima Yi, it would’ve been the story of how an attacking army obliterated a poorly defended outpost and it would’ve been easily forgotten in history. It was because it was Zhuge Liang and Sima Yi that this story went the way it did.

That’s the real beauty behind this. Zhuge Liang legitimately had like a handful of dudes and had no way of winning had Sima Yi attacked.

It’s basically the historical equivalent of this gif. This gif was Sima Yi.

It’s Not Gonna Suck Itself

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,290

Summary: The reader sends a naughty text to the wrong person.


“What the…no way, dude!” Jared bursts out laughing, practically falling off of his leather chair.

“What?” Jensen asks with furrowed brows, wondering if it’s worth getting up from the couch.

“Wow. I can’t believe she sent me this.” Jared grins widely, glancing back down at the text from you.

“Sent what? Who?”

Jensen grows impatient, his best friend still hasn’t answered him and it’s annoying as hell. He sighs dramatically then moves towards Jared, waiting for an answer.

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my honest-to-god favorite thing about killing time is that kirk was going on and on and on about this wonderful lady, who was beautiful and dressed in silver and whom he compared to the moon, a lady who he had seen in his dreams, and i was like ‘oh geez i’m gonna have to sit though a het love before i get to the gay’ and then it turns out the the ‘she’ was. the fucking enterprise

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“Cousins forever.”

If anyone needs me, I’ll be over in the corner, drowning in feels.

 。・゚゚・(>д<)・゚゚・。

Reason // Jeon Jungkook

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the prompt: could I have a jungkook scenario where him and her are best friends and she’s always pointing at girls like “what about her she’s cute” or when a waitress flirts with him she’s like “hey go for it she’s into you” and jungkook is just not interested and shoves it off and he doesn’t really know why he just doesn’t find any of her suggestions attractive until one day when they’re walking in the park or wherever and she trips and lands on her face or eating something and it spills down her shirt and she’s not fazed about it at all and he’s just sweetly laughing at her clumsiness and that’s when he realizes that the reason he never thought those girls fit his standards was because they weren’t her.

words: 1616

category: fluff

author note: every time i write abt kookie i think of him as a boyfriend which is funny bc im not rlly romantically attracted to jungkook?? enjoy!

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Sweetest Thing

Pairing: Finn Balor (Fergal Devitt) x Reader 

A/N; If Finn Balor told me he wanted to punch me in the face, I would ask if he wanted to hit my left cheek or right

Summary: Finn Balor thinks you are just the sweetest thing. So much so that all he wants to do is drag you through a crowded room with his arm around your waist and a shit eating grin that tells everyone that you are only his to stare at. 

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“Ouch! Seriously Y/N, I’m not a damn voodoo doll”. 

“Piss off Lexi, you wiggle too much. Not my fault”, you grumble out with a mouth full of pins and a roll of your eyes. 

Alexa lowers her eyes and frowns as she watches you kneel in front of her, trying your best to hem the shit out of the gown that was obviously too long for her tiny stature. Between the two of you, it was no secret that Alexa Bliss was the hardest to dress for formal WWE events, but at the end of the day, as the stylist to the superstars, you had always found a way to make her shine. With that in mind, she should have been more appreciative about your grueling attempt to make the gown for this particular charity event fit. 

Everyone was going to be there tonight. It was a gala for one of the many charities the WWE sponsored which meant the most notable stars from both NXT and WWE needed to make an appearance. Now, as the head of the clothing and costume department, that meant that you and your team were in charge of making everyone dress like royalty. Particularly for you, that meant fitting and styling the best of the best. 

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If you have doubts about seeing the new Beauty and the Beast movie because of certain decisions made by Disney...

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….LeFou has done nothing to warrant hatred and is just amazing in this movie.

Seriously.

Go watch it and judge it for yourself. If you come to me and say you didn’t like it after you watched it, for whatever reasons you put forward, well…that’s your rightful opinion and I will accept and respect it like a gentleman.

Judging Disney’s decisions without even watching the damn movie is shameful, especially since this one is just…just great entertainment! Maybe not the best movie for 2017, but it certainly qualifies as award-worthy.

Heart on the Line (part 5)

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You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU


author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1589

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i think people tend to forget that a DD/LG relationship is about a lot more than dirty time. in my opinion the best part about it is the companionship that goes a long. too have true chemistry in bed it takes a certain level of trust everywhere else, Daddy’s should take care of their babies everywhere, whether it’s talking her though a long day to just sitting watching her favorite movie, he is his girls happiness; and little should serve their Daddy’s all the time, be their when he had a shitty night at work, let him just nap with his head in your lap. once you build a real relationship the sex is SO much better anyway.

Best Friends?

peter parker x reader

warnings: cursing, fluff, kissing

word count: 1,539

“(Y/N)!” Peter waved his hands rapidly in front of you, “Mrs. Morris is going to flip out on you, you’ve already been caught twice today,” he shook his head at your actions.

You shook your head, laughing at yourself. “Damn it, i just can’t focus today, sorry petey!” You tried to focus on the board, giggling at your actions

You tended to zone out, or rather, truthfully, stare at your best friend, trying to figure out how to tell if he’s interested in you. Peter had been your closest companion just since forever. Forever meaning too long ago to remember exactly when.

Your ogling at Peter still continued through the class, but to your luck, you didn’t get caught.. again.

Mrs. Morris continued spewing on and on about the subject that you had completely let escape your mind,

As the bell rang, Peter stood from your table, pushing in his chair.

“(Y/N), what the hell is up with you today? are you okay, did something happen? you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, i’m just worried,” His face filled with more and more concern with each word, “You never zone out in Morris’ class. Like ever,” he said.

You laughed shaking your head. “I really appreciate your concern, Peter, but i’m okay, I promise!” he raised his eyebrow in response, giving you that “Really?” look.

“Peter, I. am. perfectly. fine!” you said.

The smile that broke out upon his face made you want to kiss him in that very moment. He was the more considerate, adorable boy you’ve ever laid your eyes upon.

Your heart raced in your chest as the two of you discussed your plans for tonight, your daily movie night. It was usually spent on either his or your couch, watching the worst possible movies you guys could think of, just for the good shits and giggles of it all . Though, The Star Wars original trilogy was brought out every so often though, just because it was peters ultimate favorite, as well as yours.

“So my place tonight?” he asked, leaning forward towards you. “May won’t be home, out of town or something. You can spend the night if you want, i’ll take the couch.”

You nodded, grinning at him. “Sure, but i’ll take the couch Pete, it’s your place! i’ll be over at six, im bringin’ the popcorn, extra butter just how you like it!”

“God, extra butter? for me? You’re the best person in the whole damn world, (Y/N)” Peter said, mock excitement etched in his words.

You laughed, then kissed him on the cheek. “Just for you, Petey!”

His eyes widen, and you suddenly begin to realize what you did. You did that. You kissed Peter, fucking, Parker. On the cheek. For no reason.

You walked away, well more like ran, but you managed to take a glance at peter. He had the biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen and his hand was placed on the exact spot where you had kissed him. He looked like the happiest man, but confused man alive.

You finally reached your home after a short walk,and began to search throughout your pantry for the extra buttery popcorn you purchased just for tonight.

The thoughts of the incident went through your head at a million miles a minute. We’re you supposed to act like nothing happened? He obviously looked happy about so, does he like you back??

Sitting the bag on the counter, you reach for your phone to text Peter, but are surprised at the fact he had already texted you.

“hey, (Y/N). you’re still coming over right? i thought we could bring out star wars tonight! :)”

You typed out your response, smiling at his text. He always brought a smile to your face.

“yep! admit it, you just want me for my popcorn.”

“Haha, no. I just want my best friend to come watch movies with me, but.. the popcorn is a bonus too.”

Laying the phone down on the counter, you made your way to your room to change into something much more comfortable than your current clothing as you were wearing jeans, which were the most uncomfortable pants ever compared to your pajama pants.

Before leaving, you sent your mom a text saying you were sleeping over at your friend Amelia’s house tonight. Your mom responded quickly with an okay

You left the house, making your way, walking fast in full on pajamas, and began your short walk to Peter’s.

The kiss was still on your mind with each and every step. Would he mention it? How would you respond if he did? Were you worrying for no reason? The more you thought about it, the more apprehensive you became, so you attempted to distract yourself as you walked

Reaching peters apartment, you knocked three times, followed shortly by Peter opening the door.

If it were anyone else, you would have felt very uncomfortable showing up in your pajamas at six in the evening, but it’s Peter, and he’s in his pajamas anyways.

“I’m afraid i can’t let you in.” He smirked, “Atleast not until you show me you brought the popcorn.”

You raised up the bag up and he dramatically sighed, allowing you to come in.

The two of you plopped down on the couch, and Peter began “A New Hope.” The Main Title began to play, and you didn’t appear to notice that Peter wasn’t paying to the movie at all, his eyes glued to you as you read the words on the screen with such excitement. Even if you’ve seen this movie dozens of times, you always looked beyond happy watching it.

Finally, halfway through the movie peter turned to you.

He nervously looked down, fumbling with hands, “Can I tell you something, (Y/N)?” He glanced up at you, “Something really, really important?”

A thousand thoughts flew through your head. Seeing Peter worried, or nervous made you worried or nervous. “Yes.” Your words were softly spoken.

He shook his head, a faint appearance of a grin on his face. “There’s this girl. This amazing, wonderful, smart, beautiful, hilarious, girl. I could go on and on about her,” He laughed looking down again.

You wanted to cry, you wanted to just curl over in a ball and and sob your heart out. But that wasn’t an option, not now. Peter was your friend, your closest friend, and you can’t force him to like you. Especially since he obviously adored this girl. This girl he hasn’t told you about. So, you tried your best to put on a believable face of happiness.

Peter continued his thoughts after you spoke. “I’ve been trying to talk to her, which i do on a daily basis so i don’t know why i’m acting like it’s so damn hard. I just want to tell her how i feel. But I can’t put into words how she makes me feel.” His eyes met yours, his gaze filled with love. “It’s you, (Y/N).”

“Peter,” You spoke, about to confess that you felt exactly the same, but he cut you off.

“I know, I know. We’re friends, but damn ever since you kissed my cheek today, i couldn’t get my mind off that one day possibly becoming a normal thing. I want to be with you, so much. I’ve tried to tell you so many times, but i couldn’t. I rather have you in my life as a friend over not having you at all, so i’m putting this all on the line telling you this, (Y/N). He returned his gaze to the ground, unable to make eye contact with you.

You grabbed his face, making him look up at you. Making his beautiful, brown eyes meet yours.

“Peter Parker, luckily,” You stroked his cheek gently as you leaned in closer. “I’m hopelessly in love with you.”

In that moment, you felt the most overpowering feeling of what you assumed to be love. You never wanted forget how this felt, this overwhelming feeling of adoration for this boy, your best friend. You wanted to feel like this for the rest of your life, forever. As The wave of affection consumed you, and you slowly leaned in.

You were nervous, and so was peter. The both of you were over the moon in joy that the feelings you felt were reciprocated.

Your lips met, and it felt so goddamn right. He leaned his head to left, and his hands met at your waist, pulling you closer to him, making it nearly impossible to get any closer to him. Your hands ran through his brown hair, the kiss being so full of passion, you felt as if you could do this forever. He deepened the kiss, making it feel like this was a just one giant fairytale kiss. You couldn’t describe exactly how wonderful and ethereal it all felt.

You guys’ began to realize that you needed to pull away, but Peters forehead remained against your own as you slowly opened your eyes.

While Panting, Peter began to speak. “Well in fact, I’m hopelessly in love with you, (Y/N).” He smirked, and you leaned in again.

“Whatever bug boy.”

anonymous asked:

is it crazy that i've already read every fic??? (well, not all-all because some of the fanfics have topics that i don't feel comfortable reading)... and now i'm without fics to read :((( do you have any new one? it either can be kaisoo or chanbaek (i saw earlier that you like them too!!)

No it’s not crazy anon! I feel the same way tbh :/ I’m having real difficulties finding new good fics to read these days.. I’m really picky with fics too.

There are some that comes to mind tho, hope you like them^^

Kaisoo

• Good Graces (Royal!au, romance, mpreg eventually, etc. Kyungsoo and Jongin both have special powers and goes on a quest to save Jongin’s uncle who’s in trouble, and ends up getting feelings for each other along the way) 

Spaghetti Kiss (Smuttt, fluff. Jongin getting jealous of Soo’s spaghetti kiss with kwangsoo on running man)

Red-Hot (Escort!au, smuttt, romance, teacher!au. Soo works as an escort, and gets hired by his teacher, Jongin)

Dreamwalking (Romance, smuttt, angst. Jongin: a playboy model who one day wanted to be more and a history that no one knows completely. Kyungsoo: an up-and-coming actor who can’t seem to move forward in much of anything. Who’s saving who?

Ardor (Soulmate!au, romance, angst. People are going to meet their soul mate at the age of twenty. Kyungsoo thinks he has lost his soul mate even from the beginning. Jongin thinks he has found his soul mate, but turns out he has not. Weird things happen and chemistry strikes before they meet their true soul mate.)

Instant Boyfriend (Fluff, romance. Kyungsoo needs to get away from his admirer, and uses jongin as his fake boyfriend)

Violet Silk (Arranged marriage!au, wolf!au. Omega!soo is arranged to marry alpha king jongin)

Midnight Kiss (Romance, smuttt, fluff. Jongin is kyungsoo’s butler who takes care of him and loves him)

Sunglasses (Fluff, smuttt. Kyungsoo is in a secret relationship with jongin, who’s a popular actor)

Appassionata Sonata (”Friends” with benefits!au, romance. Kyungsoo is a music prodigy. Jongin is a world class playboy. They have a one night stand.)

Like A Butterfly (Angst, mpreg, romance, side!chansoo. Yeol and Soo are having an affair while Yeol is already married to Baek. Soo gets pregnant, but Yeol is not being supportive and Soo ends up getting attention from Nini instead.) 


Baekyeol 

And Then There Was You (from my favorite baekyeol author <3) (Mpreg, angst, romance. Baekhyun and Chanyeol used to date, which ended up in a child that Yeol doesn’t know about. Chanyeol is suddenly back in town which causes a problem) 

Mine (Romance, smuttt, fluff. Chanyeol is a tough top class business man, but gets weak at the though of his Baekhyun)

I’m Not Your Cinderella (Romance, drama. Baekhyun accidentally spills his drink on Chanyeol and has to pay for what he’s done)

A Bump In The Road (ABO!au, mpreg. Faced with unforeseen events, Baekhyun, a middle class omega, must decide what is the best for his pup. He has two options, follow his heart or go along with what biology has already decided for him)

No Strings (But I’m Attached To You) (Fluff, smuttt. Baekyeol has a no strings attached kind of relationship)

Eye Smile (You Smile) (Blind!baek, fluff, romance, smuttt. Chanyeol is a single-father who likes to visit a puppet store with his twins, cause of the cute owner.)

Homeless (Romance -currently being rewritten- Chanyeol is a talented real estate agent, but wonder if he’s ever going to find a place himself to call home)

You Were Always The One For Me (Best friends to lovers!au + friends with benefits!au. Baek and Yeol are best friends who kisses each other a lot, and sometimes do a little bit more. But every time Yeol gets a gf it gets hella complicated :/ This is only marked as slight!angst, but my heart hurt a lot)

Leave This Town Pt 4 (Mechanic!Bucky AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Natasha, Clint, Bruce (mentioned)

Summary: Your dreams of kissing your small town life goodbye are about to come true when an unexpected detour leaves you stranded. Meeting the handsome local mechanic has you rethinking your plans. Perhaps happiness is less about where you’re headed and more about the people you meet along the way.

Song Inspiration: Sleep on the Floor by The Lumineers

Warnings: Fluff! Mentions of drinking and sex. 

Word Count: 2.9k

Tags are at bottom (TAG LIST IS CLOSED I’M SORRY)

**This fic is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5K AU Writing Challenge**

A/N: This is it, you guys!! The date!! I’ve been so excited for you all to read it, so I hope you enjoy the fluff and banter. ;) Any thoughts and feedback are appreciated!! I love you all!!

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Previously: 

As you waved goodbye to Bucky and shut the door to your motel room, your mind went into panic mode. Was this a date? Did you pack anything date-worthy? How much scrubbing would it take to get the grease out of your skin and fingernails? Taking a deep breath, you let go of those worries as excitement for tonight crept in.

You had a date with Bucky Barnes. Maybe.

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After rummaging through all the clothing in your duffel for something that might be suitable for a kinda-almost-maybe date, you settled on a knee-length skirt and button-up blouse. Both were slightly wrinkled, but you hung them up in the bathroom while you showered hoping the steam would help them relax. You decided to wear your hair down and put on a small amount of makeup. Slipping on your sandals, you were ready to go when he knocked on your door at exactly 7:28pm.

A turn of the knob and he stood before you in a pair of dark jeans with a light blue button-up shirt tucked in, his long hair tucked behind his ears. You weren’t one for facial hair usually, but somehow this man’s scruffy, well-defined jaw had you weak in the knees.

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