oh boy is it going to be a long night

SKAM S04E09 Clip 2 - Your turn

[EVA: No, I still haven’t heard anything…. And you?

SANA: No, have you made Chris call William?

EVA: William isn’t answering either….

EVA: But think about it, they’ve been apart for a very long time, they’re probably just chilling, and don’t give a fuck about anyone else]


YOUSEF: Elias, try it.

MUTASIM: I’m so bad at this.

SANA: Hey.

ADAM: What’s up, Sana? Yoy doing well?

MUTASIM: Join us!

ELIAS: Join? We’re in the middle of a tournament. She can join later.

MUTASIM: Mikael, your turn.

MIKAEL: Easily.

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So I gave myself a sad on the way home from work. I’m not masochistic (or sappy) enough to write all of it, but I’m sharing a bit, anyway.

(Implied spoilers for episode 103.)


The third time Percy dies, it’s an instantaneous thing. Maybe the whole process has changed somehow in the last 60 or so years, since the last time he did this. Whatever it is, he’s grateful for the lack of drama. 

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Jet Lag and Chinese: Part 3

Prompt: As Clark Kent’s best friend and kind of sister you’re used to the strange. Still seeing him get cozy with Wonder Woman is more strange than you’re used to. So when the chance to cozy up to a billionaire playboy comes around, who are you to say no?

Part 1, Part 2

“You do realize, that one of these days, we’re going to get caught.”

    You smile at Bruce as you pull on your pants, “Clark won’t do anything. I have too much dirt on him.”

    “Oh really?”

    You nod and swoop down to place another kiss on Bruce’s lips, “Oh yeah. His mother would ground him even now.”

    Bruce raises an eyebrow, “Well that’s good to know. One of these days I’m going to have to get you to spill your secrets.”

    You wink at him, “Maybe when I get back.”

    You watch his eyes drift to the luggage in the corner of the room, “You’ll be back in three weeks, right?”

    You smile, “Why Bruce Wayne, do I hear a bit of longing in your voice?”

    He pulls you back onto the bed and kisses you, “You hear quite a bit of longing. But I’ll survive … maybe.”

    You kiss him again before pulling away, “Be good, Bruce. I’ll see you in three weeks.”

    “Enjoy Thailand.” Without looking back you grab your bags and leave.

    It had been a long time since Bruce Wayne had let someone into his life. But you had wormed your way in over the last few months. You saw right through him, and had no problem calling him on his crap. What’s more, you put up with his moods like only Alfred had before.

    Still, there hadn’t been anything that prepared him to walk out of your bedroom to find Clark Kent waiting on him. The reporter was dressed in his usual suit, his glasses slightly askew on his face. “My best friend?”

    As Bruce stared at Clark he realized there was an infinite amount of fun he could have with the boy scout, with a grin he simply said, “She’s an amazing kisser.”

    “She’s basically my sister Bruce. I’m not okay with you playing with her.”

    Bruce raised an eyebrow in question, “Who said I’m playing?”

    “Your entire history. You go to bed with one woman and wake up with another. There’s a new one on your arm every night.”

    “Oh really. And who’s my latest fling?” Bruce smiled as he watched the reporter falter, “There hasn’t been one in six months. Which is exactly how long I’ve been seeing Y/N. It’s one of the reasons I’ve been doing a lot more business here in Metropolis. Well that, and it’s fun to beat Luthor in business deals.”

    “She’s my sister Bruce.”

    “She’s my girlfriend.”

    The two stare at each other for a minute, before Clark sighs, “We’ll finish this later. I have to get to work.” Bruce simply watched him go.  

    Three weeks later found you back at the Metropolis airport. Tired, sweaty, and smelling of plane. You’d never been good at sleeping on planes, and this last flight had been particularly draining. The screaming child in the row ahead of you had made sure of that. You were ready to collapse in bed, but knew you had to fight the jet lag.

    You’re nearly asleep on your feet when you hear someone call your name. Standing there in blue jeans, flannel, and baseball cap is Bruce Wayne. You let out a laugh as you see the hand written cardboard sign with your name on it, and the bouquet of flowers in his hand.

    You smile as you wrap your arms around him, and he squeezes you tight, before lifting you off the floor and twirls you around. You kiss him, and let out a laugh before asking, “What the hell are you wearing?”

    He wraps an arm around your shoulder and leads you toward baggage claim, “I figured that you were probably a little home sick, plus who would ever expect Bruce Wayne to be in flannel?”

You snuggle into his side, “It’s the perfect disguise.”

An hour later finds you at home, showered and dressed in your favorite pajama bottoms.

Bruce is dressed in sweatpants and a t shirt, and with Chinese food on the way you’re certain that life can’t get any better. Right up until the door rings. You climb over Bruce to reach the doorway first, determined to pay for the meal. Of course you end up swept off your feet and carried to the door.

    Bruce whispers, “Nice try.” in your ear before opening the door to find…

    “Clark?” You stare at you childhood best friend, and your brow furrows, “What are you doing here?”

    Clark smiles, “I added food to the order, and Diana is on her way, I figured we could have a couples night! I still have pajamas here, right?”

    You turn to look at Bruce as Clark barges into the apartment and towards the kitchen, “They’re still in the guest room.” Lowering your voice to a whisper you ask, “He knows about us?”

    Bruce lets out a sigh, “He confronted me the same morning you left. I was only in my boxers, it was a traumatizing experience for me.”

    You purse your lips, “He always does this whenever I date someone. He goes over protective brother and scares guys off.”

    Bruce wraps an arm around your shoulders, “Lucky for you I know how to scare him. Plus I have Kryptonite at my disposal. Plus something tells me Diana won’t let him get away with this.”

    You smile, “I knew I liked that Amazon.”

Okay so @xxtorchxx did the thing, prompted by @bridgetteirish and @reginalovesemma. I’m just finishing what they started. M’lud.

Alex knows that a cupcake isn’t enough, not for Kara’s appetite or for the level of damage to her feelings. It had been tough to choke back revulsion long enough to pretend that the alien frat boy might be a viable option, but thankfully Kara had been talked off that ‘complicated’ subject pretty quickly. She’d all but chased Alex out of the door before midnight, unheard of for their late night gossip sessions.

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GOT7~ When their S/O Calls Them “Baby Boy”

shallowyetsleek said: Hey I requested a reaction a while ago, and I loved it (thank you ) . Could I ask for another got7 reaction ? One when their S.O calls them baby boy

A/N: You’re very welcome for your last request anon, thank you for sticking around! Also, sorry this one took so long!{♥‿♥} please dont h8 me m8

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Im Jaebum

When you called him baby boy, Jaebum would kinda just look at you *gif* and be like, “oh really”  then I could seen him getting all seductive and sexy

“I think it’s the other way around. Do you remember last night, Babygirl?”

Originally posted by daefsoul

Mark Tuan

He’d probably get all shy and his ears would turn all red and it’d just be so friggen cute. Although Mark might be the “quiet but rough in bed” type, he is still a little cinnabun  

“Shh, b-babe.”

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Jackson Wang

Wouldn’t even phase him. Jackson is all about them nicknames and shit like that, he probably wouldn’t even notice it but if he did, he’d think it’s the cutest thing ever

“How are you so cute?”

Originally posted by daefsoul

Park Jinyoung

Jinyoung is someone who like his muscularity so might not like it but if you’re just teasing him then he’d probs get jokingly defensive and throw some shade. Prepare for teasing war

“Remember that time I said I thought you were cute? I lied.”

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Choi Youngjae

I don’t this would phase him simply due to his soft nature. He’s probably so use to this that he’d just act cute and call you Baby Girl. All-in-all you guy would end up cuddling

“Awe, Babygirl.”

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He’d pretend to be offended and look at you in disbelief. He’d joke about it and stuff like you damaged his ego somehow but in all honesty he wouldn’t really care because you’re his princess and he loves you.

“Wha? How could you!?”

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Kim Yugyeom

He’d just look down at you (assuming you’re shorter) and start giggling like how he does when he doesn’t know what to do. Yugy would probs pull you into his chest and act all cute as he hugs you

“Ahh, Jagi, I love you.”

Originally posted by yugyeom

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I’ll Keep You Safe

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Language

When the team gathers for movie night, nobody mentioned it was a scary movie. What happens when you turn your light off for the night and still feeling panicked.

The kitchen was bustling as the team gathered things together, you could smell popcorn and was that tequila? Nat was making margaritas again. As you come around the corner looking at the team, your friends, you laugh.

“What is going on?” You step out of the way as Tony slides through with boxes of pizza.

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Bts reacts to you comforting them

A/N: Gosh that sounds so cute though hahaha. I think everyone would immediately feel better once they felt something rubbing on their cheek. I would totally laugh out of cuteness. I’m not really known with the measurement inches so I wouldn’t really know how tall you are but I assume you’re not that tall if you say so :p. Anyways I hope this is something you had in mind and enjoy reading. and thank you for liking my blog. I’m doing my best to keep it that way plus that I enjoy writing eventhough I need some more practice.

Thank you for requesting! Stay healthy!


The chatter immediately filled the air as you opened the door to the dressing room of the boys. Seokjin had texted you if you wanted to come and of course you had replied with an excited yes with lots of smiley and kissy faces and jumped in your car heading to the venue. 

Your eyes roamed around the room but you could not find the person you were looking for. Closing the door behind you, you walked over to Taehyung who was playing some games on his phone and asked him where Jin was. He answered you that he was standing in the corner behind the rack of clothes. Raising an eyebrow in confusion you made your way over to him and pushed the rack aside and saw him staring at his shoes, nervously fumbling with the hem of his shirt. Once he noticed he wasn’t ‘hidden’ anymore, he looked up. The sudden hug you got yanked in startled you a bit, but quickly composed yourself and returned the embrace. 

Seokjin spilled everything that was bothering him, tightening his hold on you. ‘’Seokjin look at me.’’ you whispered, lifting your head to look at him. Just as you could see his face clearly, you tucked him down with one hand holding his neck and pushed your cheek against his and began to rub. At first he would look baffled but soon after a loud laugh could be heard through the room. Satisfied with the outcome you pulled back but he pushed you back asking you to continue with the nuzzle.

‘‘Now, please continue with what you were doing.’‘

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Yoongi is a perfect example of the words: a hard shell but a soft core.

You were casually sitting in the kitchen, sipping on some tea, flipping through the pages in the paper infront of you while waiting for Yoongi to come home. Taking a quick glance at the clock standing on the shelf, you quickly shot up from the chair and shuffeled towards the hall to greet your boyfriend with a smile but your smile fell once you saw the blonde man entering the house. He looked exhausted. His hair was ruffled, his lips were red and his eyes looked down and dispirited. The sight made your heart clench and before Yoongi could even utter some word you already pulled him down, burying his head against your chest, your hands rubbing circles in his back as you whispered soothing words in his hair. His hands slid against your waist and ended up on your back

Once you felt he calmed down a bit,you slowly pulled him from your chest until your noses were touching. Your hands shot to his hair, ruffling it some omore while rubbing your nose against him. A chuckle slipped from his lips, as his eyes looked deepy into yours. The tired look was still there but a new emotion filled his charming orbs and his lips were curled in a small smile. It wasn’t a big one but it was enough. The affection and love you felt for and from this rare man was so immense that you would do everything, everything just to see him comfortable, relaxed and happy.

‘‘God I don’t know what I would do without you.’’

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Gosh, this boy worried you to no end. He wouldn’t want to see anyone that he felt stressed or sad or any negative emotion in that matter but it’s you were talking about. The one who completed his heart.

The sudden weight on your lap got you distracted from the book you were reading and when your eyes moved away from the words, they focussed on the man laying beneath you. Putting your handbook away,your hands landed in his hair, softly massaging his scalp. ‘’what’s wrong?’’ you would ask him after his deep sigh. ‘’Im so tired.’’ Hoseok replied, his eyes closing from the feeling your hands made. Nodding your head in understanding, your hands left his hair and traveled down to his shoulder, gently guiding him to lay sideways so his eyes, faced your tummy. Hoseok snuggled closer, hiding his face against your tummy, his hands holding your waist carefully. 

“You don’t always have to smile Hoseok. They’ll understand if you can’t. You’re only human afterall. I mean I personally would it find a bit creepy if someone only smiles and laughs, not showing any other human emotion.’‘ you chuckled, caressing his neck while you talked. ‘‘But I understand you want to be their hope, to be their light. In here with me, between these four walls, know that you can cry and scream if you need it, okay? I want you to know that you can lean on me.’‘ you finished, looking down at the emotional drained man. ‘‘It’s okay sweety. It’s okay. I will catch you.’‘ The muffled sobs got louder when you pulled him away from your shirt. Dipping down you kissed away his tears while your fingers pushed his hair out of his face. When Hoseok calmed down and his sobs tunrned into hiccups, you sat back up, smiling down at him. His glinstening eyes focused on yours, the sight melting your heart. Dipping down once again, you rubbed your nose against his, laughing as he chuckled too.

‘‘Better?’‘ you beamed.

‘‘Better’‘ He replied smiling, shifting his weight, his lips touching yours.

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby


This leader had a way with words, always making you feel better and the times when the roles were switched you did not hesitate to soothe his worries.

He was working on lyrics, his back hunched over the once blank paper now graced with inkt. The lamp standing on the corner of the desk, illuminated the room in a warm and calming light as the sound of scribbiling disturbed the silent night. 

You were leaning against the door post, arms crossed over your chest, watching him writing, watching him throwing the pen on the desk, the paper feeling his frustration as it ended up crumbled on the ground. The way his head fell in his hands and the deep groan that slipped past his lips told you he was irritated. 

Deciding to end his suffering, you silently walked over him. Once you were standing behind him, you glided your hands over his shoulders, down the papers on the desk to shove it away out of his sight. Namjoon’s head instantly shot up when he felt your presence behind him, his eyes following the movement of your hands. 

‘‘You know, most humans are sleeping right now to let their body’s and mind rest. You can see it as a thank you for keeping you healthy.’‘ you spoke, your hands now wandering back to his chest and keeping it there. Your head was buried in the crook between his shoulders and neck. Hearing him sigh deeply, you felt him leaning back in the chair, the back of his head now touching your chest. 

‘‘I know baby but those lyrics doesn’t write itself.’‘ He answered you, going against your words. ‘‘I know they don’t but don’t you think that if you’re sleep deprived that it is harder to come up with words. We all know you’re good with words but if you are well rested you can come up with something so magical, something so taking, something so heartwarming. You don’t have to work all night long. Army doesn’t want you to work all night long. Army wants to see you healthy and happy and if they know you’re siting here, pulling your hair out at 3 a.m. Oh boy they wouldn’t happy at all.’’ 

‘‘you’re right. I’m sorry.’‘ He looked up at you as you peeked down at him. ‘‘Now come to bed.’‘ grabbing his hand, you pulled him off the chair, dragged him to the bedroom and tucked him under the warm blankets. 

Originally posted by minsnuggles


Our (not) innocent charming boy needs someone to tell him it is going to be allright and who could do it better than his own s/o.

It was awfully quiet in your apartment. Most of the times when you got home from work (or school) you could always hear where Jimin was sitting but now you weren’t sure if he even was there. 

Throwing the keys on the cabinet, after you’d taken off your shoes you called his name, making your presence known. Not getting any response you bit your lip in worry. Something was not right and so you tip-toed over to the bedroom across the hall. You softly knocked on the door, opened it slighty and peeked in the room. The sight that you found, his stiffled sobs made your heart bleed. The thought that he didn’t want you to hear him crying was so immense hurtful that tears sprung in your own eyes. Shaking your head, you quickly swallowed the lump that formed in your throat, shuffeled towards the bed and laid down behind him. 

With one arm draped over him, your chin resting on his head, you had pulled him closer to your chest as the other arm slid under his neck, using your arm as a pillow for him. His silent sobs instantly stopped when he felt the bed dip down under your weight.

‘‘Please Jimin. Don’t feel embarassed. It’s okay. Crying is okay. It’s good for you too. did you know that?’‘ you whispered. ‘‘It’s like cleaning your soul, emptying your heart with all those junk you don’t have to carry with you. Please don’t hide your feelings. I’m not only there for you in the sunny days. I’m here for you in the foggy days, in the rainy days and the stormy days. You know why I like rainy days so much?’‘ you stopped talking for a minute and could feel the shake of his head, so you continued. ‘‘The earthy scent after rain, smells refreshing right? It’s like the universe are telling us that we need to release our worries, so we can feel refreshed again, feel relieved. The rain that feeds the plants so they can grow taller and beautiful. Don’t ever ever think that crying is a sign of weakness. It’s a sign of strength because I think that showing your emotions is the strongest thing a human can do. Understood?’‘ you finished.

‘‘Understood.’‘ he replied in his soft voice, still a bit shaky from crying. 

‘‘Good, now turn around so we can cuddle’‘ you giggled, sliding down your arm from his neck while he turned around to face you. Wiping away his last tears, you showered his face in little pecks which made him shriek out in delight, trying to push you away but you did not butch. 

‘‘No Jimin, You can’t escape my kisses now’‘ you laughed fake-evilly

He looked at you with so much adoration and love, trying to understand how he got so lucky.

Originally posted by yourpinkpill


Oh no, another one who tries to smile throughout the pain. It’s heartbreaking really. Why do people do that? 

Seeing Taehyung cry openly infront of you, you knew there was something completely wrong. It got you so of guard that you at first just stood there, watching how the tears roll over his cheeks, how they kissed his lips in sorrow. But the moment his broken voice called out to you, you snapped back to reality and held him in your arms. 

You were speechless, unable to form those comforting needed words. You just stood there, holding him tightly while your eyes looked out of the window, focusing on the bright moon hanging in the night sky and suddenly you got it. 

‘‘Taehyung? Do you think it’s okay to go outside? Are you comfortable with going outside?’‘ You knew it was weird to say something like that in this kind of situation but this was certainly going to make him feel better, so much better. Taehyung leaned back, his face no longer buried in your shirt as he looked at you and finally nodded what to you seemed like eternity. 

‘‘Great! You can trust me Tae.’‘ Intertwining your fingers, you guided him out of the house and walked to your favourite spot. The pure scent of the night seemed to do Taehyung good as he already had calmed down abit. After a short walk you stopped infront of the swings, motioning Taehyung to sit. He at first, shot you a weird look but did what you told him to. Quickly jogging to stand behind him, you began to push making him go higher and higher up in the air and once you thought he was high enough, you walked back, hoping to see his face filled with joy and boy the sight that you saw caused your heart to pump faster. 

The way his face was titled to the sky, the way the wind played with his hair and especially his smile that graced his face so beautifully that your breath got caught in your throat for a minute The moon casted an angelic glow around him and you just looked at him with a big smile on your face. Seeing him so care-free and free from tears and worries for awhile warmed your heart. 

Taehyung tackled you to the ground after his feet touched the sand and kissed you. ‘’Woa Taehyung!’’ you laughed heartly when he pulled back but still hovered above you. ‘’Thank you y/n. Thank you so much. I didn’t know I needed this but I’m glad you brought me here. I feel so alive again. You did not even have to say anything. you just know how to comfort me. I love you.’’

‘‘I love you too Tae.’‘ You confessed, lifting your head up a little so you could give him your eskimo kiss.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


Standing in the kitchen, you were busy cooking dinner for Kookie and you. He was about to get home and you wanted that he could dive in the food you made since he would be hungry after practicing all day long. 

Just as you were about to set the food on the table, you suddenly felt two arms around your waist and someone breathing down your neck. Gosh this boy really. Always sneaking up on you. Scoffing, you wanted to turn around but he quickly tightened his hold on you making it impossible for you to turn.

‘‘Uhm Jungkook… is something wrong?’‘ you asked him worried, clasping your hands around his. You got no answer, alarm bells instantly going off. ‘‘Jungkook please… what’s going on? Are you tired is that it?’’ You asked once again still facing the kitchen tiles, already knowing it wasn’t just tiredness 

 ‘’Just… just let’s stay like this for awhile okay?’’ He finally said something although you could detect some pain in his voice you did not aks him further. ‘’If that’s what you want.’’ you hummed. You knew him well enough not to ask to many questions in this situation. He prefered the physical comfort more since he wouldn’t have to say anything and just bask in your presence but he knew that you were going to ask questions later and he was okay with that but for know he just needed to feel your warmth. 

‘‘This is all very nice and all but.. Can I see you? I want to see my lovely boyfriend.’‘ you spoke up after a while.

Chuckling, he turned you around, your back leaning against the kitchen counter as you finally could see his face. The look in his eyes told you everything. Shooting him a tiny smile, your hands circled around his neck.


He hummed, smiling down at you. ‘’Can you like, bend down a bit?’’ you told him more than asking. ‘’Why?’’

‘‘Because I want to do something but you’re too tall.’‘ you whined, sending some pressure to his neck. ‘’Fine.’’ Jungkook laughed and bend down now facing you at the same height. Before he could you ask why again, you were already rubbing his cheek with yours, your hands still holding onto his neck tightly so he couldn’t break away so easily. 

‘‘Gosh y/n!’‘ His delightful laugh hugged your heart and a laugh escaped your lips aswell. ‘‘No Kooks, no. Let me!’‘ you jokinly wailed when you felt he wanted to break away. ‘‘But the food is getting cold!’‘ 

‘‘Oh shit!’‘ you totally forgot about the food. Pushing him away, you snatched the pans from the stove and jogged to the table. ‘‘Don’t think you get off so easily though!’‘ you giggled back at him. 

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Making Them Blush || Riverdale Preferences

Archie Andrews:

“Come on, Betty! We need to go now. Archie said he didn’t want anything too big for his birthday, so I decided to go all out.” You grinned at the blonde as the two of you stood outside of the boys’ locker room. Of course, you were going to do this in front of all of the football boys. It was the only way to really see his reaction. Toying with the glittering ring on your ring finger, you took a deep breath. “I mean, what if we get in trouble for this? There are rules against this for a reason.” Betty tried to reason with you, holding your arm in her steady grip. “Live a little! I know I am!” You giggled, pushing open the door and walking inside. You ignored the piercing stares and continued to walk straight towards your ginger boyfriend. He stuttered, dropping his towel a little bit before regaining composure and fixing himself. Pulling the small jewelry from your finger, you placed the chastity ring in the palm of his outstretched hand. “Happy Birthday Archie.” You crooned, kissing him softly before pulling away. Before you exited the humid room, you noticed the bright red dust his cheeks as the boys around him wolf whistled. You rolled your eyes, walking out of the room. Oh, how you were in for a fun night.

Jughead Jones:

You twirled the metal instrument in you fingers before mustering up the courage to look up. “So..(Y/N). Something tells me you and Jughead are going to last long.” FP announced, munching on his own food. You quickly grinned but hid it with words. “I hope so. I’m really lucky to be the special girl to date your son.” You replied, putting some salad into your awaiting mouth. For the most part, the conversations between you and Jughead’s father were few and far apart. This gave your heart to slow down a bit before he threw you the next question. “Also. I think it runs through our blood, but I’ve heard Jughead is very good in bed. Is he?” This caused a deep crimson to settle upon your cheeks, but you coughed to cover it. “I mean… If you mean talented, then most definitely. Size wise, I’d say he’s bigger than average.” Knowing that FP wanted this kind of answer, you flashed a grin at the man and at Jughead. FP was not one to judge, and he constantly wanted an honest answer. So you obviously gave him one. This time, Jughead was the one to cough, and it made you and FP laughed. “That’s my boy.”

Betty Cooper:

With football came cheer, with cheer came Betty, and with Betty came you. You were her biggest supporter along with the best girlfriend in the world. This was it. Riverdale was up against one of their biggest rivals, and the cheerleaders most definitely had to cheer them up. That’s what they were meant to do, right? You sat in the front row of the stands, rubbing your hands together to keep warm. How they managed to wear those short skirts and sleeveless tops never failed to amaze you. Your large (e/c) eyes focused in on the blonde, and you grinned. “THAT’S MY GIRL!” You belted out, a crazy smile adorning your features. Glancing sideways at you, you caught a glimpse of the cheerleader blushing madly. You rolled your eyes and continued with your antics. Like hell, you were going to stop, and besides, you just had to be her biggest supporter. “WORK IT, BABY!” You screamed once again, happy to see her happy doing something that she loved. Even if you had lots and lots of homework to do at home, you would do anything to see that dazzling smile and that embarrassed blush.

Veronica Lodge:

Glancing up from your dimly-lit phone, you snuck a glance at the daring Veronica Lodge. She was drop-dead gorgeous, and you constantly told her that every day. She was confident, sassy, not to mention gorgeous again, and most of all, kind. She was willing to do anything for anyone at anytime. And she was all yours. “Damn baby, you look good! However, there is an issue. How come you’re not wear that new set I wore you? You look so good in it, especially when you’re eating me out.” You said blatantly, noting how there were no customers in the diner. However, her mom worked the late shift. Veronica’s eyes grew wide as they landed on her maternal figure, who was situated behind you with a blank stare. You smirked, unfazed by it, as you were not the one who had done those sinful things. Of course you had, but there was no need to discuss. “I-I..” her mother began before walking away. Her own daughter. Veronica’s face blazed in a violent red as she sat down across from her. “Don’t worry. I have it on now.”

Cheryl Blossom:

Sitting on top of her large bed, you yawned. “What are you doing?” “I…” She trailed off, uninterested in having to explain to you what her antics were. “Am doing something. Just hold on for another 10 seconds!” She had bought new lingerie and wanted to surprise you. You were a sucker for the expensive sets that she did buy, although you constantly reassured her that she was beautiful without them. This one though, she knew was going to be your favorite. It was a velvety (f/c) one-piece that only connected in the center and lace covered her breasts and throbbing cunt. Yawning once more, you opened your eyes to reveal the gorgeous Cheryl Blossom, and your jaw dropped. “ I swear to God baby. I have never seen anyone as gorgeous as you.” You mewled, reaching up to press a gentle kiss on her cheek. Suddenly, you saw something you had never seen before. A dark red dusted her cheeks for the first time as she shook her head. You had done it. You had made one of the Blossom’s blush!

“The tattoo of the snowflake with stars.” soulmateAU

SOULMATE AU SERIES // Title: “The tattoo of the snowflake with stars.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (FEM) Reader

 Requested by: @12-kay-kit-kat  asked: #10 Bucky x reader please :3”

 Prompts: #10 “Soulmates aren’t real” (mine) AND Colorless tattoos that get color when you meet your soulmate AND Soulmates where you can communicate via thoughts. Both of the soulmate prompts are from that amazing blog that I’ve linked you to.


Warnings: THIS IS REALLY LONG. Swearing and swearing and fluff???? But just a little bit.

A/N: I combined my own prompt with two that I found about soulmates, because it’s been a while since I wanted to write about it and those two seemed cool. BUT OMFG I REALLY EJOYED WRITING IT AND GOT CARRIED AWAY AND WELL WELL. I really hope that you guys (and you beautiful person that requested)

Pietro’s Part || Steve’s Part. || MASTERLIST

|| I don’t own Bucky or any of the Avengers, they belong to Marvel. ||

“We all born with a colorless tattoo with a particular design that will only get color if you meet your soulmate, before that you’re available to talk with your soulmate through your thoughts. It’s a bond that will never be broken.”  Y/N read out loud, looking at his friend eyes.

They were at the public library doing some research for an essay. And of course her friend had to choose a topic as silly as Soulmates: real life or just a state of mind?” Seriously it as awful.

“Continue please” he said smiling kindly at her.

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Date Night {Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader}

Prompt: You and the boys out for a date.

Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader

Word Count: 981

Warning: Embarrassment.

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When you ask them to be rougher in bed (NSFW)

Originally posted by oohsehunnies


Junmyeon doesn’t strike me as a rough person, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t up for roleplay.  He’s definitely a roleplay kind of guy.  He’s a Daddy kink for sure.  He’ll he sweet and slow at first, but the second you mention being rough in bed, don’t be surprised by his change in demeanor.  This guy has a switch and that switch is costumes.  You want this guy to really give it to you?  Dress up for him.  He’s a gemini, so he’ll go both ways.  He’ll like it if you take control and get rough with him, too, so don’t forget that.  Just imagine for a second:  you’ve been dating for a little over five to six month, been sexually active with each other for maybe three and you just want to explore a different side of him.  He’s a shy one, so you know you have to approach this a certain way.  He gets back from a long tour away from you, tired as hell and just wanting to lay in your arms while sleep takes him.  Instead he walks into the bedroom to find you dress up in kinky nurses outfit, the doctor’s coat laying on the bed beside you.  Shock.  Shock, shock, shock.  But sooooo turned on.  All that tiredness?  Gone.  Boner?  Yup…He’ll probably stutter out a question, but if you pout and ask him for a check up, he’ll lose his mind, okay?  Off with the clothes!  The only thing he’s wearing tonight is a stethoscope and a white coat.  Explore with this because he’s totally into it.  This one will mark you up to high heaven simply because he’s so into his character.  I still think he’s a bit vanilla when it comes to positions, but that doesn’t take away from the experience as a whole.  Never underestimate this man.  Ever.  You will regret it. (well, maybe in the morning)  “Baby, you’ve been failing all my tests lately.  Do we need to have a tutoring session?  I’m sure there are some studying techniques I can share with you.”  (good god, not even my bias and damn,  Have FUN!)

Originally posted by xiaonancii96


Magic words anyone?  I feel like Minseok would be the type to be gentle with you at first.  Like he knows he’s a kinky af (he’s an Aries duh!), but he wouldn’t want to scare you off.  Your first few times together would be super sweet, loving, and just him pretty much worshiping your body.  You like it for sure, but you want to spice things up.  It almost feels too safe.  So when he comes home from work one day and is just getting out of a hot shower, towel around his waist, brush in hand, you pop the question on him.  To say he’d be surprised would be a total understatement.  He wouldn’t expect it at all.  But DAMN if he’s not immediately turned on.  This one is the type to zone out as the images of all the ways he could ravish you race through his mind.  So if you suddenly get nervous because of the silence and backtrack, he’s going to throw the brush on the counter and march his way over to you.  He’ll only ask you once if you are completely sure that’s what you want.  If you back down, he’ll be fine with it, but if you say yes PREPARE!!!!!  He’ll throw you on the bed, that cocked eyebrow look on his face, tongue running over his lower lip.  Intense!!  Minseok will still be sweet in certain respects, like he strikes me as someone who has a praise kink, so expect a lot of ‘that’s a good girl/boy, you take it so well’  ‘that’s right, just relax’  ‘you’re so good’ ‘ugh, you’re so gorgeous’.  Lots of moaning and grunting, quietly of course cuz he’s not a loud person.  I feel like when he’s being sweet he likes the missionary position because he wants to see your face while he’s pleasuring you, but when he’s rough, he wants you face down and grasping at anything while he takes you.  Expect marks, too!  Not where anyone can see them, but in places that only the two of you know.  It’s a reminder of who you belong to and how he’s the only one who can get you off a certain way.  “Oh, baby, I hope you don’t have anywhere to go tomorrow.  It’s going to be a looooong night.”

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Secrets- Riverdale X Reader Chapter 3- Body Double

Fandom: Riverdale

Warnings: none

notes: sorry for the clusterfuck of confusion on the uploading time of this. my editor was busy and then I had no wifi for 2 days and ughhh. anyways its here!

Originally posted by hellotailor

You were sitting on the couch sketching when your phone started binging like crazy, you set down your pencil and picked your phone up to see about 16 texts from Kevin. You unlocked your phone to check your texts but before you could even open the messages app Kevin’s face filled your screen and his obnoxious custom set ringtone stopped you. With a sigh you hit the green ‘answer’ button.

“hey Kev wha-” You started but Kevin cut you off mid sentence.

“Holy crap (y/n) you will not believe* what just happened! where are you?”

“Home? I didn’t feel like going to school…though, if anyone asks I’m grievously ill.”

“Well you better recover ASAP, and get over here!” Without waiting for a response Kevin ended the call.

You put your sketchbook on the couch next to you with a dramatic sigh and stood up, throwing everything in a bag and tugging your shoes on as you stumbled out the door towards the school. You quickly covered the two blocks to Riverdale high, and when you got there pretty much all of your friends were waiting out front looking like they had seen a ghost.

“(Y/N)! FINALLY!” Kevin grabbed your arm and dragged you back towards the rest of the group. “While you were sitting around at home being a recluse- something I do not endorse by the way, we already have Jughead for that- Cheryl dropped probably one of the biggest bombs since July 4th! In bio she totally confessed!”  Kevin looked like he was about to explode.

Betty stopped him before he could go into further detail. “All Cheryl said was that she was guilty, Kev, she didn’t say of what.” Kevin Rolled his eyes with a dramatic sigh, “Well theres not alot of other things it could be!”

You waved your hands signalling them to slow down, “Hold on, what happened exactly?”

“The Sheriff’s department came into class, and Cheryl stood up and said they were here for her, because she was guilty.” Veronica summed up for you.

“I– wow. Really?” you were stunned. sure Cheryl was a mythic Bitch, but you didn’t think she could kill Jason. Or anyone really.

Later that day you were all chatting in the student lounge.

“So are you a suspect now?” Veronica asked Kevin.

“My dad says we all are, including me.”

“Not me girl. I don’t know these people. neither does (y/n).”

You nodded silently and looked at the ground. You did, actually know these people but nobody needed to know that, and it didn’t even matter you sure as hell weren’t the one that killed Jason.

Kevin fiddled with a piece of licorice and looked at the rest of your group with a grin. “Guys, should we maybe rebinge making a murderer on netflix tonight?”

Betty laughed, “Sorry can’t, gotta stay late to work on the paper.”

“Count me out too. I’ve got a date tonight.” Veronica added.

“You do?” Archie asked.

Kevin smiled, “Which Riverdale Hottie made the cut?”

Veronica tilted her head towards the door with a cryptic smile, towards one of the jocks “Hey V-Lo, I’ll swing by the pembrooke to pick you up at 8?”

“I’ll be waiting.” she smiled at him.

“Cool.” The boy grinned while putting on his jacket before walking out the door.

Betty and Kevin both had immediate reactions.

“Chuck clayton?” Betty looked extremely concerned.

“You’re going on a date with chuck?!” Kevin looked weirdly excited.

“Wait whos Chuck Clayton? You wondered out loud.

The rest of the group semi-ignored you, opting to keep talking about Chuck. "He’s kind of a player…” Betty leaned back into the couch.

“Who cares? hes the hottest of Hot! And he’s the football coach’s son. in Riverdale that’s like dating a Kennedy!”  Kevin was grinning.

Veronica smiled and raised her eyebrows mischievously. Betty sighed and stood up, “I have to go, I have a newspaper meeting.” You shot up out of your seat and grabbed your bag. “Can I walk with you? I have something to ask you.” Betty nodded and you both walked into the hallway.

“So I was wondering if you had any openings in the school paper. weatherbee is actually still on my case about extracurriculars. And I think it’d be really cool.”

“Well since it’s just me, I think we have room for you.” Betty replied as you turned the corner to the old dusty newspaper offices.

“Wow these computers are ancient…” You laughed lightly, “I wonder if we could sell them on Ebay as antiques.”

“I don’t think anybody would buy these things.” Jughead leaned against the doorframe, his lips turned up into a faint smirk.

He turned his attention to Betty.“If print journalism is dead, what am I doing here?”

The Blue and Gold isn’t dead, Juggy It’s just dormant. but waking up.“ Betty swiped some of the dust off of one of the ancient monitors. "You’re writing a novel right? About Jason Blossoms murder?”

Jughead picked up a magnifying glass. “I am. Riverdales very own In Cold Blood.” He held up the magnifying glass and peered through.

“Which started out as a series of articles! I’m hoping you’ll come write for the Blue and Gold.” Betty grinned nervously, stretching her arms out like a magician after pulling off some amazing trick.

“I just don’t think the school papers the right fit for my voice.” Jughead said hesitantly.

“Truman Capote worked at the New Yorker for 2 years before he wrote in Cold Blood.” You added. Betty and Jugheads gazes both snapped to you with questioning looks. “What? I know stuff and it’s kind of relevant the new yorker is a newspaper.” you muttered defensively. Betty shook her head and turned back to Jughead.

“Juggy, Jason’s death changed Riverdale. People don’t wanna admit that but it’s true we all feel it.” Betty walked closer to Jughead. “Nothing this bad* was ever supposed to happen here, but it did. I wanna know why.”

Jughead glanced away his gaze softening. “Would I get complete freedom?”

“I’ll help and edit and suggest…but it’s your story, it’s your voice.” Jughead looked less and less convinced with each word out of Betty’s mouth.

Jughead rolled his eyes with a grin, “Doesn’t sound* like complete freedom…But- I’m in.”

Bettys face lit up and she clapped her hands together. “Okay great! um, in that case I have your first assignment. There’s one person who was at the river on July 4th that no one’s talking about.”

“Dilton Doiley and his scouts.”


Jughead smirked and flicked his nose with his thumb as he turned to walk out. But Betty called after him. “(y/n)s coming with you Juggy!” You both stopped dead.

“Wait I am?”

“She is?”

“Yes, she is. (y/n) doesn’t have a lot of journalism experience so…I thought you could show her the ropes.” Betty explained, with an almost pleading smile.

Jughead rolled his eyes. “Fine. come on.”

You grabbed your bag and walked out after him. “You know, I think Betty is just worried about you scaring the crap out of a bunch of 11 year olds.”

Jughead rolled his eyes again, but there was that familiar spark of amusement. “Meet me at the adventure scout hall tomorrow. Don’t be late.”

“This is gonna be fun, Jones it’ll be like Sherlock with a way prettier Watson!”

The next day you got to the field outside the adventure scouts building and he was standing near the kids all lined up while Dilton Doiley lectured them. You walked over and smiled in greeting. Jughead nodded, and held up a hand for you to be quiet. Dilton was lectureing his troops about dying, or something. You didn’t really catch it.

Jughead approached him, “At ease Doily we’re writing an article for the Blue and Gold, hoping you can help.”

Dismissed! but stay close.” Dilton ordered the kids.

“Cheryl and Archie say they heard a gunshot July 4th, but they don’t know who fired.”

Dilton immediately got defensive, his posture shifted and his face hardened. “Sheriff Keller already asked me about this, like I told him, my scouts and I…we didn’t hear anything weird.”

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion, this kid was definitely hiding something.

Jughead took a step closer to Dilton, his eyes were filled with the same suspicion as yours,“Well, did you see anything weird?” his tone was a little more accusatory than it had been, it was clear Jughead believed Doily about as much as you did.

Dilton straightened his back and crossed his arms. he glared at jughead. “A white winged crossbill, A long eared owl…oh. And Cheryl, sitting by the river soaking wet.”

Jugheads expression was hard and unreadable as he stared at Dilton. You grabbed Jugheads arm and dragged him away from the other boy. “C'mon we’re not going to get anything more out of Doily. He’s on the defensive now.”

“That’s alright. I have another lead.”

Later that night you met Jughead at Pops. “I’m always up for food, but how is pops a lead?”

Jughead gave you a deadpan look, “It’s not the diner it’s what’s inside, one of Doily’s scouts was looking at us like he wanted to say something, and we’re gonna find out what.”

“Or maybe he was checking you out?” you joked. Which earned you a fairly impressive bitch face from Jughead.

You walked through the door with Jughead a few steps ahead, the boy from earlier was in a booth chatting with someone, who you assumed was the kid’s father. The dad got up and left the table and Jughead crouched on the empty booth seat while the kid was looking away Jughead grabbed the cherry off the kids sundae and ate it. You ran a hand through your hair, immediately regretting being there.

The kid dropped his spoon and threw up his hands as the metal utensil clattered on the table. “What the hell man.” his face was full of confusion, and maybe a little fear.

“I saw the way you looked at me.-”

You rolled your eyes. “Cause that didn’t sound creepy Jug.” you muttered under your breath.

Jughead slid the kids sundae towards himself,“-during grizzly training. you’re hiding something.”

The kid leaned in, “It’s scoutmaster Doiley, he’s lying.”

“About what?” Jughead kept eating the scouts sundae, and watched the boy with a weird expression, a mix of curious and suspicious.

“The gunshot, It was him. He was teaching us how to shoot targets.”

“Dilton Doiley shot the Gun on July 4th?”

“What the hell is with this town?” You blurted out.

“He’s a hardcore survivalist. He says if we don’t protect ourselves, no one will.”

Jughead and you exchanged a look, this was big.

The day after your confrontation with sundae boy, you were sitting in the student lounge eating a muffin and reading the article on Chuck Claytons class A douchebag status being exposed. When your phone chimed with a text from Betty telling you to get to the Blue and Gold office ASAP.

You shoved your phone in your pocket and threw the rest of your muffin away before dashing out the door and down the hall to the Blue and Gold offices.

Betty and Jughead were waiting for you when you arrived but before you had a chance to greet them or ask what was wrong Dilton Doiley walked in.

“Have a seat Doiley.” Jughead said, while kicking a chair towards the space in front of the desk. Dilton straightened it and sat down, facing the three of you. Jughead jerked his chin up at him as a signal to start speaking.

“If you publish a story saying I fired that gun, my life will be ruined. I’ll be banished from the adventure scouts and charged with a misdemeanor. So, what if I have a better story?”

Jughead glanced back at you and Betty and you both shrugged and shook your heads, none of you had any idea what Dilton had to offer.

“If I tell you what I know, promise me the gunshot stays between us.”

Betty walked out from behind the desk and came to stand next to you and jughead. “You have our word. as journalists.”

Dilton leaned towards the three of you and dropped his voice so if anybody had been listening there was no way they would hear it. “I saw something at Sweetwater river. Something nobody else saw–Ms. Grundy’s car, by the rivers edge. She was there.”

“Well. shit.” You said quietly.

Dilton Doiley had just opened pandora’s box

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AN//: hello dis is 4u. I made it. special thx to my friend @rogueimagination for givin me writing advice and givin me da courage 2 post. plss let me kno what u think !!! much love <3

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien + Reader

Word Count: 3364

Warnings: Swearing

Originally posted by fandoms-always

Originally posted by dylanholyhellobrien

“I guess what I’m saying is… we should see other people.”

I bit my lip hard and held back tears. A million thoughts ran through my head at once, but nothing seemed to make sense. Weren’t we happy together? I guess not. Because here I am, getting dumped.

What did I do? Why doesn’t he like me anymore? Did he even like me to begin with? There must be another girl. No, he would never cheat.

I lifted the corners of my lips as much as I could without falling apart.

“Yes, I think that would be best too,” I lied. Not wanting to look pathetic by overreacting and breaking down, but also wanting to get the hell out of here as fast as possible.

I turned away but found myself glancing back at him one last time.

“Goodbye Dylan.”

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talk about low tolerance

September 2017; wonderduodays by @explodo-smash and Day 1 of @katsudeku-week| Teamwork

“Don’t do it.”

Midoriya looks Bakugou right in the eye. Inhales.

“Don’t you dare fucking do it.”

Midoriya maintains his even stare, eyes twinkling with something like a challenge.


“Oh my fucking god,” Bakugou screeches before launching himself at the other boy.

Right on cue, Todoroki wakes up from his catnap, blinking in confusion at the scene before him. “How much did they have to drink?”

“A single shot of vodka,” Kirishima deadpans.

It’s going to be a long night.

(So apparently Bakugou can’t hold his liquor, Midoriya turns into a little shit when he’s drunk, and everyone else is convinced that they should have listened to Iida when he warned them not to throw any crazy parties.)

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Originally posted by jeonghney

i watched the devil wears prada again and i’m like oooo but what about having jeonghan as miranda and i’m like YES I LOVE IT. YES. I NEED THIS. fam, you bet i’m feeling this au. 

  • ok so jeonghan is probs the scariest person in this fashion magazine, LiKE miranda, he probs make people look the other way, walk the other way, and like gets elevators for him. bc jeonghan is a bad bitch who you don’t want to anger.
  • he WANTS perfection. anyone who gets in his way will probably hear it from one of his assistants. he’ll give them the dirty work of firing anyone. 
  • but that’s only because he wants to be on top of all the other magazines. 
  • excuse you, he has a legacy to uphold. a legacy of 20+ years and he will not let anyone get in the way. 
  • which is why you’re probs his favorite assistant. he’ll open his mouth, and you already have it for him. and he’ll just give you a little smile before going back to work. 
  • and he isn’t vocal about liking you, but he’s just like, “huh ur not worthless”
  • and you know that his way of telling you he likes youtlike he fired all the other assistants in a span of three weeks, but for some reason you’ve been here for a year
  • and yeah, at first, he was on ur ass about anything
  • like you got a belt that was slightly off color (the black was not the same shade of black like the center, it was slightly greener)
  • and he used to give you disproving looks for the chanel shoes you wore
  • but you were the first assistant in the three years he’s been working to get his coffee order right so he kept you around.
  • he literally ony kept you because you could get coffee. his standards are that high.
  • he makes you go to all the previews, the shows, and all the fittings. 
  • like you might be on the phone with one of the designers, and he’ll hang up on them for you
  • and be like, “you can thank me later” 

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anonymous asked:

What if Dougal tried to marry Claire off to another member of the rent party? How would Jamie react?

anonymous asked: I don’t know if this has been asked before, but what if Dougal suggested someone else, not Jamie, marry Claire? We know Jamie wouldn’t let that happen! Thank you and bless you all for the amazing work you do!

anonymous asked:What if Claire wanted to consummate the marriage before the wedding to avoid having witnesses in the room to prove it

The fire sparked sending fiery red ashes into the inky night air. Jamie sat with his back to the party, their lively Gaelic conversations going mostly unheard as he turned over the proposition Dougal had levelled at Claire only hours before.


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Dating Damian Wayne (NSFW Version)

NSFW Dating Headcanons with OLDER Damian Wayne. Same as previous but with NSFW.

Requested by: Anonymous

-totally awkward when you first started going out
-but not in a traditional way (???)
-like he was stiff and robotic
-spoke formally
-“i wish for you to accompany me to a restaurant to engage in conversation and form a special bond with the other that may lead to becoming ones significant other.”
-“is that asking me to go on a date?”
-he wouldn’t know what to do
-tried to keep it sophisticated
-(went to an art gallery for a date and he just vomited facts)
-got intel secretly to see what you liked after an unimpressed you left a date at an exhibition for a reputable photohrapher.
-once he saw how much you enjoyed fun dates. Movies (without him talking all the time how something was inaccurate), roller blading, etc.
-(not that other dates weren’t fun)
-he enjoyed watching you laugh and smile
-not big on PDA
-But will hold your hand at most times
-and if any other guys try to look at you in any way he would be sure to either kiss your cheek or place his hand on your hip.
-lots of gifts
-you had to tell him
-“you don’t have to give me something everytime you see me!”
-he’s often confused by you
-(asks Dick for dating advice but won’t admit it)
-“what does it mean Dick?”
-you met his pets before his family
-you also met Alfred before his family
-he kept postponing you meeting his family
-“they can’t be that bad Dami”
-you found out he was Robin fairly quickly
-he was very cocky about
-you accidentally found out
-and he didn’t deny anything despite the risk
-now the fact he’s Robin is something he loves to casually drop.
-“I’m Robin!”
-“Just eat your dinner Dami.”
-You are also the only person he’ll really listen to
-“Why are you sitting on couch Damian? You’ve been there since 10”
-“Beloved told me wait. So I’m waiting”
-“Do me a favor Damian and never leave her.”
-“Beloved.” (I seriously can’t with all the imagines when Dami calls someone beloved I DIE)
-he didn’t see much purpose in sex other than procreation
-but decided to see what the fuss was about
-First time was awkward.
-(when is it not??)
-(also would say it is his FIRST time)
-but now he loves sex
-whenever he can do it, he will
-prefers to do it on a bed though
-(no objection to any other sturdy surfaces as well)
-he likes to watch your face
-every response you have to what he does
-he L O V E S seeing how he makes you react
-and oh boy STAMINA
-long sessions
-(totally have done it in the batmobile once too but were caught)(Something I’m basing off Damian in Battle For The Cowl)
-Bruce brushed it off and just said “be safe.” Before walking away.
-willing to try what you want
-prefers just sensual, intimate sex though
-is sure to satisfy your every need
-even if he’s not up to it
-he (voluntarily, no pressuring him) may finger you
-Also can be a big romantic for anniversaries
-rose petals
-getaway to a hotel
-sex for as long as you can go on those nights

Tyler Seguin Imagine - Good for Me (requested)

I squinted as I opened my tired eyes, slamming my phones alarm to the “off” setting. I placed my phone back on the nightstand and rolled to the other side, only to find that Tyler wasn’t there. I threw on a t-shirt and shorts and made my way down the stairs in his mothers Brampton home.

“Good morning!” I said as I spotted his mom in the kitchen with rollers in her hair.

“Hi, sweetie! Sleep well?” She questioned as she poured a glass of orange juice for me, motioning to an empty chair for me to sit in.

“Thanks. Yeah I did! Do you know where Tyler is? I swear he was there when I went to bed but he just disappeared.”

She nodded as she sipped from her own glass of juice. “Did he not tell you?” She began. “He met up with the boys later on for the bachelor party. I guess he just didn’t want to wake you. He should be coming back soon. Eggs?” She asked as she held up a carton of eggs and a pan.

Tyler and I were staying back in Brampton with his mother and sisters. His Brett was getting married, and Tyler really didn’t want to miss it. I never really loved Brett, as he was always the wild party boy that was a horrible influence for Tyler.

“Sure.” I said quietly, agreeing to some eggs for breakfast.

“Aw, honey.” His mom began. “Don’t be upset with him for too long. That was Brett’s last night of freedom, they just wanted to go out and have some fun.” She explained.

“Oh, I know. I just wish he would’ve told me. A lot of the fights that have started between Tyler and I have stemmed from situations involving Brett. So it’s just annoying.” I told her.

“I know, honey. I’m sorry. They’re wild boys when they are together.” She sighed as she slid scrambled eggs out of the pan and onto the plate in front of me.

“Thanks.” I said weakly, almost unsure if I could even eat.

“Speak of the devil.” She said, tapping on the side window. “Here he comes.”

A few moments later, Tyler walked into the kitchen.

“Good morning, my two beautiful ladies.” He said smoothly as he kissed his mom on the cheek, and then made his way over to me. His body was still freezing from his walk inside, and his lips sent a chill down my body.

“Hi.” I said coldly, standing up and taking my plate upstairs to begin getting ready for the wedding.

“What did I do?” I could hear Tyler ask his mom as I walked up the stairs.

“You know what you did. Do you really think it was a good idea to sneak out with and meet up with Brett when you know she doesn’t feel comfortable with it? Fix it. I want to have a nice day. Go apologize.” His mom scolded.

I heard him sigh and then start towards the stairs.

“Hi, baby” Tyler cooed as he sat down on the bed next to me.

I quickly stood up and walked over to the closet, pretending to be picking out my dress for the day.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you. Better?” He asked.

“What did you guys do last night? And don’t lie to me.” I demanded, still quickly rummaging through the dress options hanging up.

“We did what guys do the night before they get married. We went to a strip club. Don’t be mad.” He said, reaching for my plate of eggs.

I immediately stopped flipping through the dresses and turned around slowly.

“Don’t be mad? Honestly? The last time you were at a strip club with Brett we had a huge fight. Because you cheated.” I yelled. “And those are my eggs!” I added, getting upset that he had helped himself to my breakfast.

“I get it. But that was three years ago! You have to trust me by now! We weren’t even there for that long.” He shouted. “And my mom made these eggs so I can have them if I want to!” He continued.

“You’re so annoying, Tyler.” I groaned.

“Look, I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize what you and I have. Ever. I made a bad choice one night and almost lost you because of it, and that scared the hell out of me. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, I swear.” He told me as he got up and wrapped his hands around my waist.

“I’m sorry. I really am.” He continued.

“Trouble in paradise?” His younger sister Candace said from the door to the bedroom we were staying in. “What did you do now?” She asked, walking in and punching Tyler in the arm.

“Ow! Go away. We have to get ready.” Tyler said, stepping away from me and trying to shove her out of the room.

“Y/N, will you do my makeup?” Candace asked me as she walked out of the room.

“Yes! I’ll be in your room once I’m done getting ready. Might be a little while though, I need to shower.” I explained to her as a pulled at my greasy hair.

“Sounds good.” I heard her say as she walked down the hallway towards her room.


“You know Tyler didn’t cheat on you last night, right?” Candace asked as I blotted foundation on her skin with a beauty blender.

“I don’t want to think that he did, but the last time he was out with Brett, that’s exactly what happened.” I answered.

“I get that. But I can tell you that he really didn’t.” She continued. “He called me last night about 30 minutes in to them being at the strip club. He said he felt so weird about being there and he wanted a ride back to the hotel the guys are staying at so he wouldn’t wake you up. I went to get him and then we went to this diner to grab food. He just went on and on about you, bragging about how amazing you are and how much he loves you. I know my brother can be an ass, but he really changed for you, Y/N.”

I took a deep breath as I blended Mac’s Soft Brown into Candace’s eyelids. “I feel awful now. I was kind of bitchy about the whole thing.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it. He’s understanding.” Candace said as she peered at her makeup through a handheld mirror.

“Candace, Y/N, we’re leaving!” I heard Tyler’s mom yell from the bottom of the stairs.

“Mom! My makeup isn’t done!” Candace screamed back.

“I’m not even ready yet at all!” I chimed in.

“Just meet us there then, girls. Wedding starts in an hour, though. Please hurry!” She said.

“Bye, girls!” Tyler yelled too.

I quickly finished up Candace’s makeup and ran to throw on my dress and put a few curls into my hair.

“Damn! You look hot.” Candace said as she walked into the room I was staying in.

“Thanks, can you zip this?” I asked, motioning to the back zipper on my tight Navy blue dress.

She zipped my dress, I slid into my heels, and we were on our way.

Candace and I were so late to the ceremony, so we just stood in the back of the church. I finally got to meet up with Tyler at the reception. The after party took place in a beautiful hotel ballroom, equip with grand staircases and dim romantic lighting.

“I thought the bride was supposed to be the most beautiful one at the wedding.” Tyler whispered as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind.

“Hi, babe.” I said with a smile as I turned around in his arms and placed my hands on his chest. “I’m sorry I overreacted before. Candace told me everything.” I said quietly.

“See, I’m not as bad of a guy as you think.” Tyler said with a smile.

“You are bad. You’re just good for me.” I whispered as I pecked him on the lips.

Traiterous Heart, pt. 2

Thank you for all your feedback! :) I’m so glad you liked it. 

I almost died when I realized I used the WRONG FUCKING NAME the whole time. Omg. Apologies. Idk why but I think I just got it wrong once in the beginning and then my brain was like ‘yep, that’s right, that’s his name, yes’

I’m embarrassed. 

But hey xD enjoy part 2, this time with the correct name! Yay! 

There is a lot of crying, because, hey, coming out is emotional af. So be warned. Also, tw: mild homophobia.

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Sherwin can’t believe that he gets to stare at Jonathan without having to be ashamed now. And he can’t believe Jonathan, sometimes, catches him when he turns around in class, and his whole face lights up when he smiles at Sherwin and it’s beautiful.

Sherwin blushes and smiles back and then Jonathan blushes too and Tildy just sits next to Sherwin and giggles.


As nice as it is to know Jonathan likes him back, and as nice as it is when Jonathan hugs him in the morning before school and that they sometimes hold hands when noone sees, it’s still not easy.

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