no ones ever seen you without make up

Send me numbers!

1: What would you name your future daughter?
2: Do you miss anyone?
3: What if I told you that you were pretty?
4: Ever been told “it’s not you, it’s me”?
5: What are you looking forward to in the next week?
6: Did you go out or stay in last night?
7: How late did you stay up last night?
8: Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?
9: What were you doing at 12:30 this afternoon?
10: Have you ever told somebody you loved them and not actually meant it?
11: Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?
12: Have you pretended to like someone?
13: Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?
14: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?
15: Is it hard for you to get over someone?
16: Think back five months ago, were you single?
17: Have you ever cried from being so mad?
18: Hold hands with anyone this week?
19: Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed?
20: Who did you last see in person?
21: What is the last thing you said out lot?
22: Have you kissed three or more people in one night?
23: Have you ever been to Paris?
24: Are you good at hiding your feelings?
25: Do you use chap stick?
26: Who did you last share a bed with?
27: Are you listening to music right now?
28: What is something you currently want right now?
29: Were your last three kisses from the same person?
30: How is your heart lately?
31: Do you wear the hood on your hoodie?
32: When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?
33: What do people call you?
34: Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?
35: Are there any stressful situations in your life?
36: What are you listening to right now?
37: What is wrong with you right now?
38: Love really is a beautiful thing huh?
39: Do you make wishes at 11:11?
40: What is on your wrists right now?
41: Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused/waiting for the unexpected?
42: Where did you get the shirt/sweatshirt you’re wearing?
43: Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
44: Have you hugged someone within the last week?
45: Have you kissed anyone in the last five days?
46: What were you doing at midnight last night?
47: Do you miss the way things were six months ago?
48: Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?
49: Have you ever been to New York?
50: Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?

Ask me these!

1:What would you name your future daughter?

2:Do you miss anyone?

3:What if I told you that you were pretty?

4:Ever been told “it’s not you, it’s me”?

5:What are you looking forward to in the next week?

6:Did you go out or stay in last night?

7:How late did you stay up last night?

8:Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?

9:What were you doing at 12:30 this afternoon?

10:Have you ever told somebody you loved them and not actually meant it?

11:Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?

12:Have you pretended to like someone?

13:Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?

14:Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?

15:Is it hard for you to get over someone?

16:Think back five months ago, were you single?

17:Have you ever cried from being so mad?

18:Hold hands with anyone this week?

19:Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed?

20:Who did you last see in person?

21:What is the last thing you said out lot?

22:Have you kissed three or more people in one night?

23:Have you ever been to Paris?

24:Are you good at hiding your feelings?

25:Do you use chap stick?

26:Who did you last share a bed with?

27:Are you listening to music right now?

28:What is something you currently want right now?

29:Were your last three kisses from the same person?

30:How is your heart lately?

31:Do you wear the hood on your hoodie?

32:When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?

33:What do people call you?

34:Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?

35:Are there any stressful situations in your life?

36:What are you listening to right now?

37:What is wrong with you right now?

38:Love really is a beautiful thing huh?

39:Do you make wishes at 11:11?

40:What is on your wrists right now?

41:Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused/waiting for the unexpected?

42:Where did you get the shirt/sweatshirt you’re wearing?

43:Have you ever regretted kissing someone?

44:Have you hugged someone within the last week?

45:Have you kissed anyone in the last five days?

46:What were you doing at midnight last night?

47:Do you miss the way things were six months ago?

48:Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?

49:Have you ever been to New York?

50:Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?

His greatest mistake

Pairing: Peter Parker x stark!reader

Plot: Peter broke  up with reader who happens to be Tony’s daughter because he wants to date girl named Betty and while tony and the team want to kick peters ass for break up with her for another girl. she tells them not to because she’s ok (even though she wasn’t) and she ends up having a fun time being single and hanging out with her friends and Peter ends up regretting breaking up with her.

Originally posted by marveling-over-imagines

You knew your relationship with Peter was over yet you still weren’t prepared for the heartbreak. “I think we should break up” Peter finally said it while he looked at his shoes. You knew this was coming, there was a new girl in school named Betty and you knew Peter found her attractive. Peter always stared at her when he thought you weren’t looking but you were always looking at the way he looked at her.

“It’s because of Betty isn’t it?” Peter didn’t answer which indirectly answered your question. “It’s ok Peter, she’s pretty and you want to ask her out. There are no hard feelings here, in fact I kind of saw this coming. Goodbye Peter.” With that you left his apartment and got a cab back to the compound.

You cried the entire ride back but made sure to dry your tears before you entered the building. When you stepped out of the elevator you were greeted to the sound of your fathers voice. “Where have you been young lad-hey why are your eyes red? Were you crying?” your father asked once you entered the lounge and all of the avengers looked at you.

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Jumin Han Headcanons

Prolly ooc but w/e

- Okay so I see this everywhere but Jumin totally picks clothes for both of you to wear every morning and they may or may not be matching

-Jumin would let you style his hair everyday, it’s the most expensive hair product you’ve ever seen let alone touched, if someone else tried to style his hair he’d get very mad only you can do it no one else get off his ass

-I feel like there would be zero pressure to wear make up, you want a professional makeup artist to do it: consider it done, you don’t want to wear any: you’re beautiful without it, you want to do it yourself: alright love I know it’ll look fantastic

-same thing goes for styling your own hair

-also he’d dedicate a large space to whatever hobby you have, like he’d deck out a room for video gaming, or art, or a recording studio, or entire greenhouse for you, anything you want

-honestly you could buy this boy something but it wouldn’t mean half as much as something you make him

-even make him a dumbass card, he’ll cry and keep it forever, just the fact you took time out of your day not only to think about him but to make him something? Him? You love him that much? Wowzer

- he’d get over the whole owning you thing I think if you were to sit down and talk about it, like why he thinks that way, why it’s not right, ideas for better ways to treat you

That’s all for now folks you can request more headcanons for specific things or characters whenever love you

Important Lessons (Ch. 3)

Saizo x MC, as always there is smut. Hope you enjoy this chapter, packed with exposition, because I know I did. Thank ya’ll for reading (as always) I hope you like it! 


A yawn left your lips as you stretched your body out, relishing the soft ache of your sleepy limbs. The light of early morning shined across your face, making you hum softly in discontent, burying your face away from the offending sunshine. You bed seemed firmer than usual, and very very warm, had you fallen asleep on the couch again?

Before your sleepy mind could begin to make sense of those concepts you again felt the specter of sleep making you drowsy, something softly lulling you back into a state of contentment, the firm movement against your hair turning your displeasure into a sweet sigh.

That is until you realized what was going on.

Someone was petting your head.

Your eyes flew open, your body tensing as you quickly shot up, looking around the room in confusion.

Not your living room.

You looked down.

Not your couch.

And on that couch that did not belong to you laid a very amused looking man that was oh so familiar.

Professor Kirigakure.

Who you were currently straddling, the sudden coolness of your skin reminding you that you were very…naked.

As was he.

You were pretty sure that your blush could have powered any major city, could have lit up the night sky, could have been seen from the space station.

“E-Eh?” Was all you managed, crossing your arms over your chest in a reactive attempt at modesty. Saizo chuckled, raising an eyebrow at you.

“I think it is a little too late for all that little lady, I already know what they look like.” Your blush only deepened. You had fallen asleep? Yeah, you had, actually. Your brought your hands to your face, an embarrassed squeak leaving your mouth. You had fallen asleep, shortly after midnight, your body quite tired by that point. Your professor had….impressive stamina, amongst other things.

You let your hands fall, glancing at his handsome profile, there was no point in your hiding, he was right after all, he’d seen basically all of you at this point.

“I’m sorry” You had definitely not expected to stay that late and had certainly not expected to stay the night. You had basically broken booty call 101. You offered him an apologetic look, climbing off of him, chiding yourself for overstaying your welcome. What if someone had shown up?  

In the light of morning Saizo had become all business, stepping away from you and heading back into what you assumed was his bedroom.

“Ah, Saizo-” You began, taking a step to follow him.

A sharp look on his part froze you in your steps.

“I think it is important we remember our boundaries.” His voice was calm, even,and almost cold. You could feel the blood drain from your face.

“A-Ah, right, of course.” you rocked on your heels, securing your tights and smoothing out your dress. “I just wanted to know how you planned on me inconspicuously walking out of here.” You stood in his living room, doing your best to appraise to what degree it was obvious what you had been doing last night.

Saizo stepped out of his room, the messy perfection of his usual look restored, walking over to you he brushed a hand through your hair, his breath hot on your ear.

“Mmmhph.” You stifled a sound as he ran his tongue along the shell of your ear.

“I would suggest you just walk out and try your best to appear inconspicuous.” He patted the back of your head in a gesture of mock-advice. “Just do your best to avoid Yukimura.”

“Who?” You questioned as he ushered you through the door.

“Don’t forget your test tomorrow.”

And the door was shut at your back.

A deep intake of breath.

You were in too deep.

You took the stairs this time, feeling more than a bit of surprise at the loudness of morning in the apartment complex. As if on cue a girl darted past you, clutching a bag of what looked like vegetables, followed closely by a blonde guy who you were pretty sure had been in one of your sophomore english classes. What the hell? You paused mid-step, even more confused than you haed been a moment before. What was his name? Wasn’t he a pharm major?

Maybe one of them was Yukimura?

You shrugged, bounding out of the apartment complex, drawing your jacket up higher around your neck.

Did you have strong enough makeup to cover all these damn hickeys?

_______

You stared down into the swirling liquid of your cup of coffee, the dark circles under your eyes representing the truly horrifying experience known as midterms. You blinked several times, doing your best to stay awake after several days of studying and not much else. You were pretty sure you had broken the enter button on your computer trying to refresh your grades online.

The only one that had yet to be posted.

Professor Kirigakure.

You rolled your eyes while your insides churned. The coffee diet was going to kill you one of these days.

You just needed these grades posted. You took another sip of your coffee, cursing the man for being such a distraction.

Actually, to be fair, besides that one night before the midterm and the midterm almost a week ago, you’d barely seen your teacher. Except for one very heated, quick make out session in his office the day before yesterday that had left your breathless and yearning (and still without the grade information you had asked for).

You missed him. Not that you would have ever told him, or anyone else. But he was busy, or so you thought. You were the one at his beck and call after all. If he wanted you, you’d come. But you sure weren’t about to show up at his doorstep uninvited.

Although you doubted you would have been the first woman to do it.

It wasn’t lost on you how ridiculous this situation was.

One more refresh.

89.4%

You almost dumped out your coffee.

The bastard had given you a B, and not just any B, a B that was literally only two percentage points from being rounded to an A.

You huffed, hopping up to your feet.

You needed a drink.

You checked your phone. It was Friday, hadn’t he said something about being busy this weekend at some point?

You had no texts from him to suggest otherwise.

You were going to go out with Oichi. You bobbed your head in assent with yourself. A girls’ night at the bar sounded really good right about now. Plus she had been trying to get you to go for so long, and you had no excuse not to.

Some play time would probably be good for your spirit.

________

“Hold still!” Oichi huffed, tugging you closer to her. “You need these sparkles!” She was straddling you, holding you down on her bed as she applied a fine freckling of glitter to your face.

“Oichi, why?” You stopped struggling, holding your eyes shut as you let her work her magic.

“It’s the latest fashion, and a punishment for keeping secrets!” She squealed in delight,continuing her ministrations as you fell silent. “Just desserts, as Nobu would say”

Right, secrets. Oichi had seen right through you, or well,  had seen your hickeys at least and like dam breaking the questions had flown from her mouth. Who? When? Where had you been? Was he cute? Did she know him?

And you had said nothing.

Not a thing. You had sat, tight lipped, laughing off her questions, doing you best to convince her that it was no big deal, just a booty call with a decently attractive boy.

Hah. Well, at least a part of that was right.

She rolled off of you, her laughter having devolved into giggles.

“What’d you do Oichi?” You pouted, sitting up.

“Nothing it was just the look on your face.” You glanced at yourself in the mirror, marvelling at the job she had done. Good enough for the bar. That was for sure.

“Wow this actually looks really nice.” You brushed your fingers against your face, only to have her swat your hands away.

“You’ll mess it up if you touch it.” She stuck her tongue out at you, helping you off the bed. You nodded, rolling your eyes.

“I got it,lady.

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The bar was dark, filled with just enough people you felt like you could get lost in the crown, and just smokey enough to make you feel light headed.

That accompanied with the fast paced music made it ideal for what Oichi had wanted.

“You need to let down your hair” She grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you on the dancefloor. “Come on, have some fun for once.”

“I can have fun after I have a drink!” You had half-shouted a reply over the music, glancing over at the bartender. It would take more than a drink to get you to loosen up, but it was worth a start. She kept you a moment longer, the beat of the music drawing your body into movement. Only a moment. Then you tore away, escaping her in favor of the bar.

“Something stiff.” You told the bartender, watching him pour the amber liquid into a glass with some interest. You’d never been one for the bar scene, but Oichi loved to dance. Who were you to ruin that for her? You tilted the drink back, doing your best to streamline the drinking process, before setting the empty glass on the table.

Time to ‘let your hair down’ or whatever

____________

And now you were sweaty, seated back at the bar, and simply tired. That good kind of tired where you knew your bones would ache in the morning from all the fun you had. Several more drinks in your system had certainly loosened you up, ensuring that you were happily babbling to Oichi, feeling lighter than you had in a long time.

It was nice to relax, wasn’t it?

You looked toward Oichi, who had gone quiet.

“Hey, Oichi, whats up?” You followed her gaze, wondering what had caused the change.

She kept her eyes on the crowd, searching for something or rather someone, before her eyes widened and then narrowed again.

“Oh my goodness.” She mumbled, turning to you quickly. “Hey, Hey, look over there, is that…isn’t that professor Kirigakure? “ It was like someone had dunked you in ice water. You searched the crowd, before finally landing your eyes on him.

Sure as certain it was him. You turned back to the bartender, asking for a round of shots for you and Oichi.You were not drunk enough to handle this type of social situation.

“You’re right.” You tried to hold in a laugh, marveling at the situation you were now in. “Who is he with though?” Saizo was very attractive for sure, but that other guy - tall, with eyes an unsettlingly beautiful shade of blue- you were sure could do some damage on his own.

“That is Sanada Yukimura.” Oichi replied, looking him up and down. “He’s a frat guy, one of the good ones from what I heard. He is all about the sports, if you couldn’t tell.”

:Oh I can tell.” With those defined muscles? Oh yeah you could tell. 

So that was Yukimura. You wondered why Saizo wanted you to avoid him?

“We should say hi!”

“Oh no, we should not.”

“Oh come on.Yukimura is almost untouchable, I wanna have a shot!”

“You can go say hi, Oichi. You don’t need me to do it with you”

“That is lame! He’s with your professor, it would be weird if I went and said hi. I DID drop his class, remember?”

“I’m not saying hi unless he fixes my grades, Oichi.” You cut her off, giving her a look. “Plus, there is no situation where this is not weird.”

“Maybe you can ask him to fix it now” Oichi leaned over to you, whispering in your ear, a grin on her face. “If you know what I mean.” Oh jeez, you turned your face quickly, trying to hide the blush on your face. You did know what she meant. In fact, you had a better grasp on what she meant than she did at this point.

You just needed to play this off.

“Oichi, this is so weird, we should go to another bar.” You downed the shot in front of you, a shiver going down your spine. “There are a ton of bars, with a ton of cute guys that didn’t walk in with the professor I still have half a semester with.”  You looked at her with pleading eyes. “Look I’ll get the tab, Oichi-”

Too late, she was bouncing off, an evil grin quite similar to her brother’s on her face.

You wondered if it was possible to die from embarrassment.

You reached for your phone, fiddling with it for a moment. One well placed call to her demon older brother and this situation would be taken care of. You could be home in your bed, you could-

“Well hello there, doll.” An unknown voice right at your ear startled you, making you turn quickly to meet eyes with whoever had violated your bubble.

“Um” You looked at him, taking a step back. The words ‘stranger danger’ playing in your head on repeat.  Until you looked at him further. Not a stranger, no, not a stranger at all.

“Date Shigezane.” You breathed his name in relief. Not just some random creep. You and Shige knew each other decently enough.

“The one and only.” He grinned at you, ushering the bartender over. “You look a little down, here let me put the pep back in your step.” Tequila. You snorted. Great, now you had two choices. Take this shot or go to Oichi.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Serious as a heart attack.

You bit your lip, normally you would have been all for it. Given the situation however, you felt anxiety bubbling in your stomach. You turned your gaze over to Oichi, seeing her giggling up at Yukimura, her charm turned up to maximum capacity. The poor guy was as red as a tomato. Saizo stood beside him, obviously bored at whatever conversation they were having.

Saizo.

Shigezane stood across from you and showed no signs letting up his attempt to get you to drink, handing you a lime and some salt. Your eyes kept trailing away from him, looking back as your professor, until finally you glanced back only to meet his dark red eyes. Your own widened a fraction, before you glanced away quickly. Shit. You were not smooth.

Wait a second. You took  a breath. Could you take this shot…seductively?

You glanced back at Saizo, noting that he still seemed to be keeping an eye on you, although he seemed to be paying attention to Oichi’s attempts to woo Yukimura.

“Okay, Okay Shige. I’ll do it. I will take this shot with you.” You licked up the side of your hand, doing your best to appear alluring, following it with a sprinkle of salt.

“Ready doll?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He counted down from three and you quickly tilting it back, enjoying the salty sour that followed.

“Ah.” You huffed in victory, sitting the empty shotglass on the table.

“We did it!” He cheered happily, offering you his hand, which you promptly high fived.

“Hell yes!”

And then your phone vibrated.

“Hm?” You pulled it out, looking at the message, eyes wide.

Meet him outside?

You glanced up, sure enough Saizo was gone. A soft flush covered your cheeks. Ah, was he serious? You looked back at Oichi. She was fine, and if Yukimura was as chivalrous as you had been led to believe he’d certainly keep her out of trouble for at least an hour.

“Er, excuse me.” You put your hand out, trying to stifle the visions of him that filled your head.. “I…um…look I came here with someone and I need to get back to them, I really do. So…Er.” You took a step away, and then another. “It was nice talking to you Shigezane,really, but I do have to go.” All the while Shigezane watched you and the blush crawling up your face, a wide grin on his own features.

And you walked away from him, just like that.

“Good luck!” He called after you, making you shake your head in embarrassment.

The things you did to get some.

You found yourself stepping outside before you even realized you had allowed your feet to carry you there.

Where was he?

“Ah, little lady.” You felt his lips at your ear, the lace of amusement through his voice. “Your date not going so well?” His tone had changed, the amusement gaining a darker sound, what was it?

“Date?” You turned to him, look up at him in open confusion. “Oichi and I aren’t-” Oh wait, he hadn’t seen you with her had he? He’d seen you with Shigezane, and you were sure that Oichi had been nice enough to not divulge your presence.

“So she’s with you then? I should have known.” Saizo pulled away from you, studying your features with a practiced eye. “The same glitter.” He ran a thumb over your cheek, smearing her hard work with clear intention.

“Mmm, yeah. That is her niche.” You replied, before getting back to the point. “I wasn’t on a date. As if I would-”

“As if you would ever, what? Have a little fun.” He was smirking at you, drawing you closer to him with his hands at your hips. “That wasn’t the impression I got.”

A dangerous thought crossed your mind: had he been jealous? Was he jealous?

“Shigezane was just providing me some much needed alcohol.” You countered, allowing your body to press against his. “After all, I needed to recover, to have a little fun, as you said.”

“Oh so the little dog has a name?” Your eyes widened at the gleam in his eyes, decidedly possessive. You decided to press your luck.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were jealous, Professor.” You lifted a hand to brush your hair out of your face, only to have him grab it, bringing it up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your pulsepoint. You drew in a breath sharply as he sank his teeth into the spot, drawing a mewl of pain from your lips.

“What exactly are you trying to do, little lady?”  He was frowning at you and you felt your body shiver against his. A brief trickle of adrenaline pumped through your veins as you waited on his next move. He had you pressed against the rough brick of the wall behind you, leaving you very literally at his mercy.

“Depends.” You all but whispered, angling your face to where your lips were almost touching his. You were feeling risky. “On what I can get you to do to me.” Yes, you had missed it, the pressure of his body against yours, the scent of his cologne, the wild intoxication that flooded your blood whenever he touched you.

He pulled away from you instantly, leaving you breathless with anxiety. Oh fuck.You’d fucked up. Just like that, you’d ruined it. You were completely out of line, oh goodness. This was good while it lasted. Why were you this way?

“Stop.” His voice cut through you and you snapped your eyes up to his face. His eyes, like the color of dried blood, seemed to see into your very soul. It was like he could read your racing thoughts. “Like always, you started this and you’re going to finish it.” He reached out, grasping your bruised wrist.

“What?”

“I suggest you come with me, unless you want me to fuck you up against this brick wall.” Oh, nevermind, you had not fucked up. His voice seemed hoarse and heavy-laden with desire, and you were once again hooked.

You allowed him to pull you with him, ignoring the sharpness of his grip, a sort of relief building in you as he pushed you into the backseat of a car, shoving his lips against yours. Your nails dug into the material of the seat underneath you as you scrambled for purchase to steady yourself. Still he didn’t let up, all but straddling you, one of his hands already snaking into your jeans. You arched your back, pressing closer to him as he stroked you through your underwear. You could hardly breathe, stars spinning in your vision.

“Saii-Saizo” You allowed yourself to fall back, staring up at him as your chest rapidly rose and fell. “Please.” you were begging, wriggling against him, crying out for more. He untangled himself from you, a pleased smirk on his face as your low whine of displeasure.

“We have to be quick about this.” his long fingers easily undid and pulled down your pants and underwear, letting them gather at your ankles. You finished the job for him, kicking them off. “I’m not sure about your friend, but dear little Yukimura can’t bear to be left alone for that long.” His tone was teasing, even as he gripped your hips, turning you over in one smooth motion. “On your knees, little lady.” Oh that tone.

“He seemed flustered.” You conceded, firmly planting your hands on the seat, following his instructions. “But if Oichi gets her way, he’ll be busy for a hot minute at least.” You laughed softly, an easy sound, failing to note the way his eyes softened at the sound or the lightness of his touch as he caressed your skin.

“If I would have known his virtue was in danger, I would have left him there and gone to ruin yours a bit sooner.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve already ruined my virtue, sir.” Your voice caught at the last note as he thrust a finger inside of you.

“I believe we freely offered that, didn’t we?” He added another finger, crooking the digits inside of you, making you whimper.

“Y-Yes.” You weren’t sure if you were replying to him or begging him for more. “Yes, Saizo”

“Why are you always so eager to please?” His question didn’t warrant a response, and you both let it hang in the air. But he didn’t stop there. “So eager for my touch. ” You nodded, a mumbled cry of pleasure tumbling from your mouth.

He removed his fingers, leaving you feeling hollow. “But there is more that you want, isn’t there little lady?” He unbuckled his belt, and briefly the car was filled only with the sound of his undressing.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you took a breath. This little game of cat and mouse has extended far beyond what you had thought it would. An odd feeling seemed to bubble up like a wellspring inside of you.

Affection, adoration, feelings that you did not want to put names to right at this moment.

His hands roughly pressed into the flesh of your thighs as he pulled you to him, making you hiss as the sharp moment.The feeling of him being inside you was so good. Just so good.

One of his hands wound through your hair, tugging you back as the other one kept a steady hold on your hip. The painful tug bringing a pleasured gasp to your lips, followed by a moan.

“H-Harder” You keened, as he pulled you closer to him, leaning over you to sink his teeth into your neck. “M-More, please.” You could hear his breathing in your ear, a comforting sound, and your body shivered. Goodness, you loved him.

Oh shit. You loved him.

And more than just a little bit. 

His thrusts were hard, fast, his intention clear. There was a clear desperation in the atmosphere, perhaps brought about by absence, perhaps by something else. You were already so on edge. He seemed to take you apart so fast, so easily.

Still time seemed relative. With him there was never enough time, you never had enough. You were insatiable. 

Your eyes opened, and your shallow breathes turned to pants. A sound not unlike a sob left your throat as you reached your climax, a tidal wave of emotions cascading over you. Tears threatened to brim in your eyes as you felt him stiffen, heard the low moan leave his throat, his warmth filling you.

“A-ahhh.” You whimpered as he pulled out, your whole body trembling. He noticed your weakness helped you over, lying you flat on your back again.

“You’re a pretty little mess.” He dressed himself quickly, letting you catch your breath. His gaze never once left your face, even as you pulled your clothes back on, sitting up in the car. His look lingered long enough to the point where you had to look away, feeling bashful under his gaze.

“I thought we were over that.” He pulled you back to him, pressing his lips against yours in a searing kiss. “It’s odd for someone who was moaning so wantonly before to be so shy after the fact.” He chuckled, openly the door to the car, pulling you out with him. That only made you blush harder.

“It doesn’t seem like your Yukimura came looking for you.”

“No, it doesn’t.” He trailed a hand down your neck. “Lucky us.”

Right, lucky you.

An awkward moment passed, before you shrugged, stepping away.

“I guess I should go find Oichi.” You sighed, glancing at him. “Oh, and Professor, can I schedule an appointment for this week?”

“To what do I owe the honor, little lady?” His tone was dry, like he could already see where this was going.

“Just academic issues, sir.” You smiled at him, a mischievous look.

“Come during office hours.” he pressed a finger to your forehead. “And without the scent of dog clinging to you.”

Oh he had been jealous.

He turned on his heels, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag.

“I’ll see you around.”

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Oichi took one look at you after you finally found her, still in the bar, and groaned.

“Oh come on! How did you manage to get laid?”

“It was the glitter. Oichi.” You giggled, pulling her into a hug. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”


Tagging: @lexiiferr @jemchew @frywen-babbles @tokugawalady @tearscrime @nairil-daeris Feel free to reblog and tag other people. ~ Thanks again for reading, and putting up with me and this college AU.

Don’t Leave Me

AN: Everyone knew Suga was in love with her. He just didn’t want to say it, that was- until she was going to leave. 

Y/N was nearing the end of her time at BigHit as BTS’ personal assistant. She shared her job with a noona, and they split the band between them. Y/N was in charge of Yoongi, Namjoon and Jimin’s schedule whilst noona took care of the others. 

Y/N was feeling optimistic about leaving, she was going to go to college to study English Literature after taking a year out to figure what she really wanted to do. During that time, she was mostly running after Min Yoongi who couldn’t get his but out of bed to get to interviews, or seemed to pester her with the most obscure requests. She was his PA, but his requests were the most obscure things anyone could ever come up with. The other guys weren’t like that, and it seemed that he took fun in specifically getting her to do these things. Sometimes he could be the sweetest person ever to exist for her too, which often meant he was hot or cold. His mood changed like rapid seasons around her. 

He also seemed to like teasing her, sometimes it went over board and Y/N ended up on the verge of tears not too long ago.

Flashback

“Is he cute?” Noona PA asked, as Y/N let it out that she had a date tonight set up with a mutual friend of theirs during lunch. But now, whilst the guys were getting their hair and makeup done did noona PA decide to ask her about it out of the blue. 

Y/N blushed. 

“Ah, young love! What are you going to wear? Sexy, cute, preppy, vintag-” Noona PA asked, too loudly for Y/N’s liking. It got J-Hope’s attention. 

“Y/N whose the lucky guy?!” He semi asked-yelled. 

“I feel bad, this is all happening and you didn’t tell us.” J-Hope play pouted. 

“Yah, Y/N I think you should go for cute-sexy. If it were me, I would be captured and wanting to know more. “ Namjoon offered his thoughts on how she should dress for her date. He explained it with his hands, like she was some sort of concept. 

“Namjoon, If it was you, you’d spend most of the time going on about some theory that no one knows about.” Y/N teased back. 

“Aish. Whatever, just know that guys like cute-sexy.” He said.

Y/N rolled her eyes. 

“Who has a date? Y/N?” Suga asked, in a blunt voice that bluffed up. 

Y/N never knew how to react around him. He was sometimes hot and cold. Today, it seemed like cold. 

“Suga- hyung, what’s your opinion on what Y/N should wear on her date?” Jimin asked, smirking. 

Suga contemplated his answer. He wanted to say that she should wear that baseball top with the number 3 on it, paired with her black ripped skinny jeans and nike sneakers when he would pick her up to go and get pizza. 

“Nothing really makes a difference. Plain is plain.” He said nonchalantly. 

The rest of the guys rolled their eyes or silently huffed. They knew Suga had a thing going on for Y/N. He couldn’t express his feelings, or even try and convey it to her he had some feeling in general. 

J-Hope shot him a dirty look. He signalled that what he said was uncalled for. 

Y/N on the other hand, was on the verge of tears. She had to keep it together, since she was working. She tried her best, but felt her eyes about to pour out. Stripping it back by looking up, she willed herself to stay composed. Y/N didn’t know why his words sometimes cut through to her. 

“I think we should keep our personal lives, personal. Now, Namjoon- you have an interview for 4 today.” Y/N said diverting the topic. 

Suga was an asshole to her. Later that night, when Y/N was about to file their scripts from todays interview, she was surprised to see Suga standing in the doorway. 

“Can I help yo-” She was cut off by him. 

“Who is he?” 

“I’m sorry. I’m your PA. My life isn’t that interesting or necc-” She was cut off again.

“Answer my question. “ Yoongi said, taking a step towards her. 

“Why are you wearing that?” He asked, looking at the red ensemble she was in, paired with black stillettos. She looked enthralling. Yoongi wanted to be the only one to see her legs. Not whatever frat boy she’d be going to see tonight after work.

Scrap that, Yoongi thought to himself. There was no way in hell he was letting her out of his sight, dressed like that for someone else. 

“I need you to help me tonight.” Yoongi said, about to lower himself to a last resort.

“Please, Yoongi I really want to go out tonight.” Y/N half way begged. She couldn’t stand his how petty he was being. It was clear he was trying to mess up her night off. 

“Too bad. I call my monthly negotiation today.” Yoongi said, smirking. A monthly negotiation was when he could chose one day a month where his PA could be asked to stay with him to help beyond the hours they normally worked. 

Today was that day for Yoongi. 

“UGH. I hate you.”  

Even though Y/N didn’t end up on her date, Yoongi got her to order in pizza and made her sit down with him eating. To anyone else, it looked like they were having a date night in probably. Weirdly, she enjoyed herself even though she shouldn’t considering she was on the verge of tears not too long ago. Yoongi had this weird ability to make her feel like that, something was up; but Y/N didn’t want to think about it too much. It would complicate things. 

End of flash back 

“She looks like she’s seen herself in the mirror lately.” Think of the Devil and the devil shall appear, Y/N said to herself as none other than the guy who took over her nightmares said walking past her into his dressing room chair. 

The rest of the boys just huffed, annoyed at Yoongi’s blunt rudeness whenever he was around Y/N. Namjoon just wished he’d confess his feelings already, considering he spends so much time usually just talking about how ‘weird’ she is or asking about her to the other members. 

Y/N was now a bit more use to his random requests and bluntness, although he was polite to the other PA noona. 

She rolled her eyes and went back to the chart she was looking at to organise their schedules. 

“Yah, how am I going to live without Y/N when she goes to college?” Jimin huffed. 

“Why, someone finally let her in?” Suga asked, blunt as ever again. 

Jimin ignored him and Y/N usually just rolled her eyes, but no one doubted her intelligence.

“All five accepted me, including two USA ivy leagues.” The Ivy leagues were thanks to Namjoon’s helping when he could in preparation for the tests, but still- Yoongi just tried to make her seen incompetent. 

“So you don’t think BTS are good enough for you, is that why your’re leaving?” Yoongi asked, aggressively getting up from the chair he was about to sit on. 

“Nice to know you’ll miss me.” Y/N said without looking up from her sheet of schedules. 

“Get me the lyrics I left on the desk on the third floor from the other day.” Yoongi said, trying to seem unaffected. This was an example of the weird requests he had, which Y/N had no option but to do. She tried to be sassy about it at first, but now she was close to giving up. 

“Yes, your majesty.” She said under hear breath as she tried to find where an obscure bit of paper would now be in this giant building. 

Later that week 

“That’s the last of your things? I’m going to miss you.” Noona PA said, seeing Y/N pack the last of her things from her office into a big box. 

“I’ll be back this summer, we’ll go to Han River and watch fireworks. I promise.” Y/N said, knowing she’d be back from the US this summer once she got over all her exams. 

She couldn’t help but feel emotional saying goodbye. She had also said bye to the boys apart from Suga, who didn’t even bother looking at her. She bought all of them cupcakes that she made and was met with goodbye gifts from each of them. She said they’d go far, and it would be a matter of time before she’d wake up one morning in New York hearing BTS on Capital FM. 

Jungkook and J-Hope had let some tears loose, so she broke down saying her final goodbyes with them. They had become friends without her even realising, they all spoke about how it didn’t feel like Y/N was a member of staff to them, but like a sister.

“I’ll go check if your cars ready.” Noona PA said, excusing herself from the office. 

“Oh, Suga…” Y/N heard Noona PA say as she was about to leave. Noona PA looked back and forth between Y/N and Suga, deciding it was best to leave them. Noona PA wasn’t dumb, she knew Suga probably liked her, because he picked on her like a boy would pick on a girl he liked. 

“What is this?” Suga asked, stepping closer to Y/N and pointing at her two boxes. 

Y/N figured this was his weird way of saying good bye, so she got the spare cupcake she had made for him out. 

“Here. I know you don’t like me, but I just want you to know that I wish you the best. And-”

Y/N should have expected how he would cut her off by now.

“You’re not leaving.” He said, as-a-matter-of-fact like it was obvious. 

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. 

“Okay…” She rolled her eyes, before it clicked he might pull another negotiation trick on her.

“Hey! No more negotiations, I’ve formally quit.” She warned.

“Quit?! How dare you! You can’t quit.” He yelled, which was rare. Suga’s voice going up octaves wasn’t something people usually saw or heard. Y/N nearly flinched. 

She was confused, his behaviour was ice cold at the moment.

“Aren’t BTS good enough for you? Is that why?” He took more steps towards her, closing in on her against a wall. 

“Why, Suga? Why do you care?” She asked, trying to keep composed. She wanted answers, this guy who seemed like he could spit on the ground she walked on was now looking at her like she was the focal point of his world. 

He laughed, which did something to Y/N she didn’t want to admit. 

“Aish. I can’t do this.” He said, pushing his head back and running his palm over his face. 

“Suga…” Y/N didn’t know what came over her, but she reached out to touch him. 

“Don’t go.” Suga said, in a low voice. 

“Why? You have to tell me why…” Y/N said in a quiet voice. There had to be a reason why he was acting like this.

“I like you”. He said, their bodies so close they could be one person. 

Y/N’s eyes widened. 

“What?!”  

“All this time, you treated me like absolute shit, you nearly made me, no in fact- made me cry on-” Classic Yoongi, cutting her off. This time, he took her into his arms and pressed a surprise kiss that Y/N warmed up to in seconds. 

Shut up. I was in love with you, you idiot”. Yoongi thought out aloud in the midst of his heated kiss. Y/N had gripped his shirt and was overcome with an unexpected need to be as close to him as possible. His gentle, calm, teasing kiss made her feel light headed. 

“I’m so confused by you Min Yoongi, we need to go through what’s going on in that head of yours.” Y/N said, forcing herself to break off. She had no clue why she kissed the guy who made her cry and feel like shit for months. In repressing how she thought Yoongi was attractive, suddenly she let herself feel what she felt towards him. 

Y/N felt like she had missed so much, like how he had a lop sided grin right now, like all that hatred that was bottled up had finally deflated. 

It was like looking at a new person, or the real Min Yoongi. 

He had said he was in love with her, which Y/N couldn’t get her head around. Yet, any fool who looked at his expression now could tell he looked like someone who was in love.

“From when you walked in to that room a year ago and introduced yourself, I thought you were cute. I watched you joke around with my hyungs, and saw you thoughtful you were. I saw how you helped people when you didn’t have to, but most of all- when you spoke to me. I realised that getting you riled up had become a past time of mine, but there was more, I-”

This time, Y/N cut Suga off for once. She could tell it wasn’t easy for him to pour his heart and soul out like that.

“It’s okay. I know.” She said, trying to make him feel better. 

Little did she know, that’s what people who are in love do. 

Adorned By Hours

[AO3]

“Looking for something?”

She starts at his voice, and the moment she turns to face him, her eyes lock on the watch that he extends to her. She huffs out a shaky breath, and a smile spreads across her face wider than any he’s ever seen from her. He tries not to wonder why the sight of it and the knowledge that he put it there makes his stomach flip.

Two times Bellamy returns Clarke’s father’s watch to her, and one time he doesn’t.


The first time he notices it, Bellamy is kneeling over a sorry looking pile of wood, vigorously moving his hands back and forth over a stick in a futile attempt to start a fire. He’s been at the task for nearly an hour, his palms rubbed raw and colored an angry red, and he can feel frustration pooling at the pit of his stomach. He swears under his breath when the twig snaps against the wood beneath it yet again, and he reaches for a new one.

He doesn’t look up when she kneels next to him.

“Hey,” Clarke says, and he bristles at the amount of pity she’s able to fit into one syllable.

“I don’t want your help.”

He hears her sigh, his eyes never leaving the spot where wood meets wood, rubbing even faster in the hopes that smoke will appear. It doesn’t.

“That stuff is too damp,” she says. “It’ll take a few more days before we stop feeling the effects of that rain storm.”

He doesn’t answer, hands working ever harder and making his shoulders burn with the effort. It’s been a long day, and he can feel the chill in the air that warns of the coming winter. He knows that if they don’t find better shelter, better blankets, more plentiful food sources, if he can’t figure out how to make a goddamn fire, surviving the Grounders won’t matter. They’ll freeze to death before the Ark ever has a chance to make it to the ground.

Clarke places a hand softly over one of his, finally bringing it to a stop.

“Bellamy.”

The glint of sunshine off its glass is what brings his attention to it, reflecting a patch of light onto his own dark skin just next to it. The watch is loose on her wrist, allowing it to slide a bit further down the fair skin of her arm until it catches just above a small freckle that peeks out from beneath her shirtsleeve. Though the fabric of the band is frayed and the glass is cracked, it’s still more luxurious than anything his family would have dreamed of affording on the Ark.

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To The Ends of The Earth

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count: 1147

Warnings: a little on the angst side, fluffy, cussing (when can I ever write something that doesn’t drop an F-bomb or two)

Request: @leenasleena-blog  asked:
First off I love your work and also I was wondering if I could put a request in for a Dean fic with the song With or Without you by U2?

A/N: This is actually the closest I think I have ever come to really embracing Dean’s true character. I’m guilty of writing OOC but oh well lol. I did actually make that attempt in this one though, it still ended up fluffy as fuck even though I TRIED so hard for pure angst lol. Thank you as always to my forever beta, @avasmommy224

This gif is the way I seen him saying to the ends of the earth…you’re welcome ;) lol​

This is freaking pointless. Why the hell am I going after her again? I would do this for anybody I’m close to, right? Yeah, that’s it, it’s just in my DNA. I’m a protector. I had to look after Sammy our entire lives and now I feel like I have to do the same for her. How the fuck am I even supposed to find her? Her phone is off, no GPS signal, I can’t track her that way. I guess you’re just going to have to stop by every cheap motel until you find her. Fuck, Winchester! You’re really losing it now, get it together and stop talking to yourself! After all, she’s just a girl. Just another strong, smart, beautiful…fuck, I’m in trouble.

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anonymous asked:

wait can u further explain the cinderella au u want

.YES I VERY MUCH CAN

okay so lets consider: cinderenjolras 

he’s kind! he has courage! he’s charming and helpful and compassionate and his stepmother is a shit and his stepsisters are shits but that’s okay! he will bear this injustice for the good of others! he’s working hard, one could even say he’s busting ass, cause he’s waiting for his time to come. and it’s gonna come. the people will rise, and all that. so he does his chores and he studies his books and he waits. 

and then we come to grantaire! this is what i mean by a kind of cinderella au because i dont? want him to be a prince? who knows Who grantaire is, but he lives in the local village and happens to cross paths with enjolras Very Often. it’s uncanny, the amount of times these two have bumped into each other. 

the first time, they were ever so polite to each other, and then on their separate ways. the second time, they found themselves in a heated debate on whether or not the prince’s decision of inviting Everyone™ to the ball is honourable or shameful. the third time, grantaire ended up wandering entirely off his chosen path for the sole reason of having more time to pick enjolras’ argument about the actual merits of a monarchy apart. 

so, yeah, they know each other. 

and this ball that the prince is throwing has enjolras’ stepfam all in a kerfuffle, because both his stepsisters are planning on marrying the prince. it doesn’t occur to any of them, caught up in their own fantasies of such a fanciful marriage, that the prince could possibly want to marry a man, so the subject of enjolras attending isn’t really an issue.

(in fact. enjolras looks rather regal, even in his rags, so it would befit them to dress him up and have him Escort them.)

enjolras is horrified at the prospect of actually attending a royal ball, until. until he’s chatting to courf one day, and courfeyrac just mentions that he and some of the others will be going, just to drink and eat and have some fun, paying no mind to the royal family.

despite himself, enjolras asks if grantaire is going to be there– he is, aparently, loathe to pass up an opportunity to drink for free. and he’ll never admit it, because grantaire is infuriating and lacking any courage at all, but this maybe makes the prospect of a royal ball a little more bearable.

the ball is in two weeks, which means theres a lot of preparation to be done. enjolras is in and out of town, checking up on the many, many gowns his fam are having made for the big night, meeting up with the others, etc etc. he bumps into grantaire a few times, too, and they do their usual routine of arguing, talking, (even laughing, these days. their debates are starting to lose their damaging heat and have more of a…..warmth. it confuses the both of them.)

one evening enjolras loses track of time at the musain, and the sun sets before he can make it home. grantaire declares that it is far too dangerous for him to possibly try to make the short journey by himself, and offers to accompany him. you know, to protect from thieves and monsters lurking at the edges of the forest. the usual stuff. enjolras, keen to keep up with their current debate (and that weird, warm feeling that comes with it) accepts, and off the go.

their debate tapers off, as they walk, and they get on to talking about more personal things. enjolras, looking back on this conversation later, will have no idea why he told grantaire about his parents, and his stepfamily, but he did. grantaire in turn tells him about the passing of his own parents, and the farm he helps around in return for a room and some money that admittedly he does tend to waste on drink, but has a vague ambition of one day spending on paints and such.

“do they treat you well?” 
“better than i deserve, i’m sure. and you?”

and grantaire has never seen enjolras look sad in his life, but then he says, “as well as they’re able.” and he’s a little bit floored. 

“i’m sorry,” he says, and enjolras shakes his head and is Full Of Regret, because he’s really not one to show his own vulnerabilities, thank you. 

and that’s it. that’s the Moment that things change between them, a subtle shift in their own dynamic, even if neither of them notice it. 

so comes the ball! everyone is dressed up, having fun, drinking, making merry. enjolras has no fucking clue where his sisters are but he pities the men they’ve cornered, and, okay, maybe he’s a lil distracted looking out for grantaire. and suddenly! he appears!

enjolras, as stated before, somehow always looks regal. grantaire does not. he doesn’t think he’s ever seen him without straw in his hair, all unkempt curls flying everywhere, and his clothes are simple, usually grass stained or wine stained or paint stained. 

the point is, grantaire looks awfully fancy. and for a few moments enjolras is like HOLY SHIT HE LOOKS SO HOT, but then. then he realises how uncomfortable he looks in all his Fanciness, and he’s not so impressed. because he doesn’t really look like Grantaire? grantaire smiling stiffly in ridiculous clothes is nothing compared to grantaire laughing deeply, with straw in his hair and his shirt half-undone.

and this is the moment when enjolras leans on combeferre and is like, fuck, dude. cause he’s totally in love with grantaire. 

anyway ive been rambling for so long so, tldr, they dance, they dance some more, they walk home together, they kiss and eventually they get married and have their own little farm and the monarchy fails and the revolution is successful. the end.

Loyalty (Negan x Male)

Summary: Rick’s younger brother meets Negan. He’s trying to be strong, but finds himself having a moment of weakness.

Characters: Negan x Male

Word Count: 1,826

Warnings: NSFW and Swearing

Author’s Note: This fic was requested by anon:

“Could you write one where male reader is Rick’s younger sibling and Negan doesn’t meet him until the first time he comes to Alexandria and Negan is like, starstruck?”

This is my first time writing m/m so hopefully it’s not horrible. I’d like to imagine that if Rick had a brother, he would be as hard-headed and determined as the other Grimes family members.

Please let me know what you think! You can message me anytime! I LOVE feedback!

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This is my first Riverdale fanfiction so please don't hate it too much

(Description: set during episode 5, Kevin notices Jughead might have a thing for Betty and confronts him about it.) 


“Hello, Wednesday Addams,” Kevin said, slumping onto the couch next to Jughead. 

“Hello, Damien Leigh,” Jughead replied sarcastically, not looking up from the computer sitting on his lap. 

“So, I’ve noticed something recently,” Kevin said with a smirk. Jughead continued his rapid typing. “I think you have the hots for Betty." 

"And what makes you think that?” Jughead asked, trying to sound nonchalant, even though he’d stopped typing. 

“Oh, maybe the fact that you looked like you wanted to murder Trev as soon as he walked into the room earlier on." 

"That’s just my normal facial expression." 

"And I could practically hear your heart breaking when Betty said they were going on a date,” Kevin continued. “Plus, you got super salty with Betty when Trev finally left." 

"I’m always salty,” Jughead said, rolling his eyes. 

“Yes, but not with Betty. You’re always smiling at least a little bit when she’s around." 

"I don’t know what you’re talking about." 

"Just admit it! You like Betty!" 

"No, I don’t! Can you just drop it!” Jughead said, finally looking away from his laptop to face Kevin.

“Of course you like Betty! No one can spend more than five minutes with her without falling in love! You’re just in denial.”  

“Dude, there’s nothing to deny! Can we talk about something else now? Anything else?!" 

"What are we talking about?” Veronica asked as she walked in.  

“Well, Betty has a date with Trev, even though it’s apparently only to find information on the case. But Jughead here has a little crush on Betty and is jealous of Trev,” Kevin explained with a smirk. 

“Oh, my god, really?!” Veronica exclaimed as she sank into the chair across from them.

“No! Stop it Kev! I don’t like Betty!” Jughead argued. 

“Now that I think of it, you totally do!” Veronica stated excitedly.

“Even if I did like her, it’s not like she’d ever like me back,” Jughead explained, trying to make it sound like a joke. Veronica and Kevin’s sympathetic looks showed that he wasn’t very convincing.

“Of course she would! You’re handsome in your own emo way,” Ronnie argued. “Maybe of you tried dressing differently.”

“Oh, I know! Jughead should wear a suit and tie to Jason’s memorial! Show Betty he can be classy and get her attention!” Kevin added.  

“Also, maybe loose the beanie. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without it,” Veronica continued.

“I’m not gonna wear a suit just to impress Betty,” Jughead argued, rolling his eyes and continuing his typing.

“Fine, but if you don’t make a move soon, someone else is gonna snatch her up. No one can spend more than five minutes with her without falling in love,” Ronnie warned.

“Exactly! Thank you!” Kevin agreed.

“Ok, maybe I’ll wear a suit. If I feel like it. But I’m not making any promises,” Jughead reluctantly agreed. “Also, I’m not taking off my beanie.”

“Yes! I totally ship it!” Kev said happily.

Veronica gasped excitedly. “What should their couple name be?!”

“Whose couple name?” 

Jughead, Veronica and Kevin all turned to Betty, who had just walked in the door. 

“Uhh,” Veronica turned to Jughead, who was slightly shaking his head and mouthing “no”. “Yours and Trev’s couple name. Kevin was just telling us that you two have a date planned.”


A few days later, at Jason’s Memorial, Kevin, Archie and Val were some of the first to arrive at Thornhill. While Archie and Val were busy discussing music, Kevin and Ronnie gossiped about the Blossoms and their mansion. That was until Jughead and Betty walked in. Betty looked as beautiful as always, but beside her, slouched over with his hands in his pockets, was Jughead wearing a suit and tie, though he was still wearing his beanie. 

Kevin and Veronica gave each other an equally shocked and excited look. Jughead, seeing their reactions, just rolled his eyes and sat down. 

“I’m just gonna go fix my hair,” Betty told the group.

“Oh, I’ll show you where the bathroom is,” Ronnie offered, standing up. Betty nodded and they left together.

Almost as soon as they left the room, Kevin was beside Jughead.

“So? Did she like the suit?” Kevin asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, she didn’t exactly not like it,” Jughead admitted.

“Give me details! What happened when she saw you?!” Kev asked excitedly.

“She just looked me up and down for a second and gave me this look that was a mix between surprised and impressed,” he explained, fighting the urge to smile at the memory.

“Great, you’ve got her attention! Your next move is to- Wait, where did you even get this suit?” Kevin asked out of curiosity. “You don’t exactly seem like the sort to just have a suit lying around.”

“I used the last of my drive-in money to rent it for the day,” Jughead admitted, almost sounding embarrassed.

“Wow, that’s love,” Kevin stated happily.


“So, what did you think of Jughead in a suit?” Ronnie asked Betty while she was fixing her hair.

“Oh, I liked it. I was a little surprised that he even bothered to wear one,” Betty said.

“Yeah, almost like he was trying to impress someone,” Veronica added with a smirk.

“I doubt it. He’s not exactly the sort of person who goes around trying to impress people,” Betty said with a slight scoff. 

“Yeah, not usually,” Veronica said smiling to herself.


(A/N: Wow, this was way longer (and weirder) than I expected. I didn’t know how to end it so hopefully it didn’t end too awkwardly. Tell me your thoughts and criticisms please. But you don’t have to. Thanks for reading!)

On the twelfth day of #PAIN fic...

A/N: *distant team gtnw screaming* Oh, it’s no big deal, everything’s fine we’re calm we’re cHILL. 

TODAY IS THE DAY. THE LAST DAY OF 12 DAYS. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? Honestly, thank you so much to every single one of you that has made this such a fun, albeit #painful, ride. We genuinely can’t tell you how much we appreciate your indulgence in our love for this universe and your super kind words about each and every thing we post like WOW WE DON’T DESERVE YOU.

And guess what?! Your patience is about to pay off because PART THREE IS COMING AT YA TOMORROW, Y’ALL. GET YOURSELVES READY (you’re not ready) BECAUSE HERE WE GO.

So… it is with great excitement (and a few tears) that we present DAY TWELVE.

Word Count: 2,175


“Seniors! Seniors! Seniors! Seniors!”

Everyone was shouting in the hallway after being released from the gym post-student assembly, and you and Lin were desperately trying to escape the crowd, holding onto each other as both of you scaled the very edge of the hallways.

“This way,” he pointed towards a less populated route and you trailed right behind him, fingers still laced with his.

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anonymous asked:

Write a list of reasons to love daesung? I'm having a really hard time warming up to him

I don’t even know how can that be hard..

  • His voice is like an angels.
  • He is angel himself.
  • Did you ever seen him smile? The smile is so genuine and sweet, it warms my heart in all the right ways.
  • He is helpful, generous, did you ever see how much he helps other people?
  • He helps people without even knowing that.. When he smiles, he just makes a day 102% better.. He can make me go from :<<<< to :>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> in 0.01 seconds..
  • Also, he is one of the strongest people I’ve ever seen, after all the shit he’s been through, he still smiles and spreads good vibes to everyone .
  • He’s extremely cheerful, you might not understand what is he saying, but if he starts laughing you laugh with him..
  • Not to forget he’s gorgeous
  • Cute
  • Beautiful
  • Sexy
  • Hot
  • Did you see that booty though???????
  • Or these arms????????
  • Bro, did you see these eyes??? They are the prettiest!!
  • He deserves to be have a happy and have a beautiful life.. :>

I don’t know how many reasons do you need.. But I hope these will make you warm up to him a bit more :>

The Most Precious Thing // Im Jaebum + Jackson Wang

{Uploaded - April 1st, 2016}

Originally posted by jaebumiie

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader x Jackson

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Request: A scenario where JB has a crush on you and Jackson unintentionally makes you feel uncomfortable/unsafe so JB has to comfort you.

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now and then (i get a little lost)

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader
Rating: Soft M
Warnings: Smut, Language, mentions of anxiety, feelings of insecurity, angst.
Summary: Anon asked for established relationship Dean x Reader, running into Cassie on the road for a case. Reader experiences some insecurity and feelings of anxiety after meeting Dean’s ex. Song that inspired this and used for the title is “You Save Me” by Kenny Chesney.

You and Dean have been on the road for hours. You’re both exhausted, and you’re searching Google Maps for a motel, any motel. Finally finding one, you give Dean directions and could weep when you finally see the glowing sign.

“Come on, let’s get a room.” He says, grabbing both your bags out of the trunk. He walks with you to the motel office, and you can see the bags under his eyes as he winces in the harsh fluorescent light.

Dean signs the receipt for the room when you hear an unfamiliar voice call his name. His head snaps up, brow furrowed.

“Dean?”

“Cassie.” Dean says, a smile forming on his lips. You smile politely at the woman, but a knot is slowly forming in your stomach, no matter how hard you try to make it go away. She’s pretty - dark skin, dark eyes and curly dark hair. Her smile is gorgeous, and when she looks at you, she doesn’t look through you, like most girls do when you’re with Dean.

“If you’re in town, that can’t be good.”

Dean smiles before he turns back to you. “Kid, this is Cassie.” He says, and you offer her a small smile, getting smaller when Dean doesn’t elaborate.

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Finding Home (3)

Summary: Avengers High School AU. Gender neutral reader-insert. You, the new kid, just want to be left alone. But instead, you get the Avengers gang – and maybe, a new home too.

Warnings: Cursing. Family drama. :( A bit of angst.

Author’s Note: Hello there! I’m sorry this took a while too. Had trouble who was gonna show up here, but I think I like how it came out. (: Enjoy! Lemme hear your thoughts. ❤️

Finding Home: Part #1: beginning. Part #2: accusation. Part #3: restless.


3: restless

adj. uneasy / nervous

You will not go to Tony’s party. Nope, nope, nope. That’s what you’ve decided on the moment you slept, and the moment you woke up, and the moment you left the house, and the moment you entered school. Because if you did go, you know where it will lead to, and where it will end. How it will end. And it won’t be good.

Wait by my locker. Just gotta finish something, Natasha said in her text. You clicked it, saw the time when it arrived: 12:23PM.

Leaning against her locker, you shoved one hand deep inside the pockets of your jacket, fingers pulling on its fabric, and glanced over to the wall clock above the heads of the rushing students. 12:32PM. What’s taking her so long?

“Hey, uh, Aeropostale? H&M? Levi’s?”

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In 2008, Paramount Pictures released The Love Guru, a comedy starring Mike Myers. Reviews were scathing, box office returns were dismal, and it’s generally agreed that the film’s failure ended its star’s career. Aside from Shrek Forever After in 2010 (the fourth film in a popular, existing franchise), Myers has not landed a starring role since.

Ten years prior, in 1998, New Line Cinema released The Wedding Singer. Making $123 million to its $18 million budget, it was a massive financial success despite receiving only mild approval from critics. Its star, Adam Sandler, became a household name. Since 1998, not one year has passed without Sandler appearing in a movie in some fashion.

A disquieting possibility occurs to me.

Mr. Sandler’s pictures, for one reason or another, have staying power. Early roles of his are fondly remembered despite their objective shittiness. Have you ever seen him do that pickle thing on SNL? It’s stupid as hell, but no one calls it that. More recent roles–your Grown Ups, your Jack and Jills, your Pixels–earn mockery and incredulity, but also prompt a kind of transfixed fascination. You’ve seen the reactions, I’m sure, the memes and the dissections…but no one says what we all know, deep down.

These movies should not exist. Adam Sandler should not have a career.

When I say they should not exist, that isn’t code for ‘they’re bad.’ Of course they’re bad. I mean there is no logical precedent for their existence. If what we learned from The Love Guru is true–and nine years of scientific studies firmly uphold what we have learned–then Sandler’s career should have withered and died long ago. An actor simply can not make that many critical flops and stay relevant. You can’t just do the same thing, unchanged, unchallenged, for going on twenty years. The audience would realize the joke is on them, sooner or later. The tickets would go unsold.

Yet his movies are successful. Yet, he stays.

Some have suggested that he is really a savvy businessman, and knows how to market and produce these movies to be just successful enough. Some have gone a step further and suggested he participates in dubiously legal activity, and his films are engineered to be massive tax evasion schemes.

The truth is far more sinister. Sandler is eternal. I can’t prove it and I don’t expect you to believe me. Hell, I doubt you’ll even see this– I’ve sent drafts of this essay to every scientific journal under the sun, to TIME Magazine, to the LA Times, and People too. The words they saw were not what I wrote. They couldn’t see the numbers. I held my proof in front of their faces and they looked at me like I was insane, said I was raving and there was nothing in my hands.

He’s done something. Any publishing outlet above a certain level of notoriety just cannot see criticism of him. They can’t comprehend it, won’t publish it, won’t hear it when you speak to them. You write things about him and the words…change. Your tongue fails you. You don’t know it’s happened until much later and if you try too often, God, I think you don’t know at all. I think he’s been here a lot longer than the documentation suggests, I don’t think SNL was the start of it, okay, I’ve seen pictures, daguerreotypes, illustrations going back decades.

Did he make a deal? Is this just…something within him? I don’t know. I had a nightmare. I’ve never told anyone this. In 2009 I went to see Funny People and halfway through, halfway through the movie he’s there, on a stage, he’s talking about MySpace–and I thought that was weird because it was 2009, who was still on MySpace?–and the audience was laughing and I squinted and I wasn’t 16 anymore I was 70. I was an old man. I was in the theater with my grandkids, little precious grandkids, and I took them to see Bushido Burger, which was some movie he made where he was like, a samurai running a fast food chain? Maybe it was just his restaurant’s gimmick? He was yelling a lot, he was going booboo dinky doopy doo in that squeaky voice he does, Vince Vaughn was trying to act cool, and I was so confused, because everyone was laughing at that but all I could see was Sandler, Adam Sandler looking at me, and he looked exactly the same. Fifty four years had gone by since I saw Funny People and spilled my popcorn on my khaki shorts and he was the same. He smiled right at me and I wanted to say something, I wanted to yell, but an old man yelling in a theater–they’d think I was crazy, wouldn’t they? They’d want to put grandpa away, right? He winked at me. He said do it, old man. Speak. Name me and draw me out of this silver screen and see what happens. See if you’re still strong, still fast, still cunning enough to beat me. Aren’t you tired? Aren’t you so, so frail and small and tired of trying to prove what you know?

I blinked. It was 2009. Seth Rogen was talking. Adam Sandler was listening, watching, as he did.

I think he still is.

Questions ask me any number I'll answer honestly

“50 questions
1: What would you name your future daughter?
2: Do you miss anyone?
3: What if I told you that you were pretty?
4: Ever been told “it’s not you, it’s me”?
5: What are you looking forward to in the next week?
6: Did you go out or stay in last night?
7: How late did you stay up last night?
8: Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?
9: What were you doing at 12:30 this afternoon?
10: Have you ever told somebody you loved them and not actually meant it?
11: Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?
12: Have you pretended to like someone?
13: Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?
14: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?
15: Is it hard for you to get over someone?
16: Think back five months ago, were you single?
17: Have you ever cried from being so mad?
18: Hold hands with anyone this week?
19: Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed?
20: Who did you last see in person?
21: What is the last thing you said out lot?
22: Have you kissed three or more people in one night?
23: Have you ever been to Paris?
24: Are you good at hiding your feelings?
25: Do you use chap stick?
26: Who did you last share a bed with?
27: Are you listening to music right now?
28: What is something you currently want right now?
29: Were your last three kisses from the same person?
30: How is your heart lately?
31: Do you wear the hood on your hoodie?
32: When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?
33: What do people call you?
34: Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?
35: Are there any stressful situations in your life?
36: What are you listening to right now?
37: What is wrong with you right now?
38: Love really is a beautiful thing huh?
39: Do you make wishes at 11:11?
40: What is on your wrists right now?
41: Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused/waiting for the unexpected?
42: Where did you get the shirt/sweatshirt you’re wearing?
43: Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
44: Have you hugged someone within the last week?
45: Have you kissed anyone in the last five days?
46: What were you doing at midnight last night?
47: Do you miss the way things were six months ago?
48: Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?
49: Have you ever been to New York?
50: Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?

To The Moon And Back

It was exactly after three in the morning when you tried to call Calum, meaning it was midnight there. It rang a few times before a message popped up saying he was unavailable for FaceTime. You pouted slightly, knowing that one of your boyfriend’s bandmates or his family beat you to it. So, figuring he was busy with talking to someone else, or sleeping, you shot him a quick text telling him “Happy Birthday!!!!” and a few kisses and heart emoticons, making a mental note to call him first thing in the morning.

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