okay someone kill me right now

anonymous asked:

Is it offensive that I prefer your digital sketches?

It’s not offensive to me but just to be safe don’t say it to other people okay!

This is how i see it: 

Traditional sketches are easier but a lot more messier so it looks bad.

Digital sketches are MUCH harder but it’s easier to clean it up on the computer.

So right now I’m trying to be a lot more cleaner traditional but maybe I should try focus on being quicker on the computer. Right now, drawing something on the computer takes me three times longer than traditional. 

Thank you for the constructive criticism. 

This digital sketch took 30 mins to draw (minus the coloring), when this would’ve taken me 10 mins traditionally. Someone kill me I’m dying.

Ace Keith Headcanons
  • He didn’t know it back then. He didn’t care about it. Ignored all his classmates who were passing around lewd magazines and just continued browsing why on earth pluto was no longer a planet. The injustice! 
  • When his classmates at the Garrison asked him if he ever had a girlfriend 
    “Never had one.” 
    “A boyfriend then?” 
    “Nope. None of that either.”
    “But why?”
    “I was not aware it was a requirement, Charles.”
    Others thought he was a snob and a bit snarky after that.
  • At night he just read books. Sometimes he drew things like spaceships and alien warships. He loved outer space and he was going to be an ace pilot and be the youngest pilot to go on a mission. His roommate gave up inviting him to parties to meet possible mates. “Have fun.” “You too.”
  • When he wanted to be alone, he snuck up to the rooftop just so he could trace the constellations and get more inspiration for his drawings. He liked the quiet and the natural light the moon gave him to see what he was drawing on his skethpad.
    “What are you doing in a place like this at this hour, cadet?”
    Keith looked up to see the one and only Garrison Golden Boy.
    “I could say the same for you, Sir.” He got back to drawing.
    Shiro sat beside him and just watched him draw in silence. 
  • It became a thing. Shiro finding Keith on the rooftop, reading or drawing. They usually didn’t even talk, until Shiro broke their usual silence.
    “How come you’re always up here? Why are you not with your friends? It’s not everyday you get to be in the city and have fun.”
    Keith shrugged. “Hmm. Not really my type of fun or thing.”
    “Huh. Interesting.”
  • They became friends after that. Their feet dangling on the rooftop as Shiro would tell Keith a joke or something that happened to him in class. Keith didn’t draw all the time, he’d have the sketchpad on his lap and just laugh and tell Shiro things too.
  • Their conversation led to talking about crushes one time, because that topic was always interesting.
    “Had my first crush back in elementary,” Shiro laughed. “A bit silly to be honest. Then she liked me back and we became a couple.”
    “Wow. That’s so… young.” Keith chuckled.
    “How about you? Who was your first crush?”
    Keith furrowed his eyebrows. “I’ve never had one.”
    “What?” Shiro asked, a bit scandalized at the revelation. “No way!”
    “I just haven’t seen anyone that way, I guess. If it happens, then it happens. But to be honest, I don’t think anyone will even like me since I’m not into that or see anyone like that.” Keith forced a fake cough. 
    Shiro was silent for a while and then he smiled. “Keith, do you know the word for that?”
    “The word for what?” Keith looked confused.
    “The word for what I think you are,” Shiro smiled fondly. “It’s asexual. Or ace for short. It’s basically someone who doesn’t experience sexual attraction.”
    Keith blinked. “Oh.” Then he smiled. “I like that. Ace. What a nice word.”
    “It is. You’re literally an Ace Pilot.” Shiro laughed.
    “Oh, shut up.” Keith nudged Shiro playfully, causing his skethpad to fall.
  • The next few months they were on the rooftop, Keith started the talk.
    “I think I have my first crush now.”
    “Oh really? Who is it?” Shiro raised an eyebrow, curious.
    “It’s basically someone you admire, right?”
    Keith nodded. “Okay, I’m sure it’s a crush then.”
    “Keith! Who is it? Oh my god. Don’t kill me this way, man. I must know!”
    Keith laughed. “Oh, I’m pretty sure you’ll know one day, Shiro.”
    Shiro sat back, thinking that was probably enough of an answer. “Okay, so you have this crush on someone now. What do you want to do?”
    “I might want to hold his hand one day. If he’d let me.”
    Shiro smiled at his friend. “I hope you get to hold that boy’s hand, Keith.”
  • A few months later, Keith asked Shiro if he could hold his hand.

707mmgirl  asked:

I was wondering if you could do a NSfw where the rfa+v and saeran are having sex with mc for thw first time and they orgasm too fast and are afraid that they'd disappoint MC?

(  ˵¯͒⌄¯͒˵;;) I couldn’t sleep so I really…Really…Wanted to write this. Thought about it all day.


- He was losing it mentally. His hands were sweaty, his chest was beating

- He wasn’t going to lie, he had jerked off quite a bit before…Especially when LOLOL introduced that new female skin….

- But never much more than that! God, he was too scared to even get a sex toy- Too scared and embarrassed to even entertain the thought!

- He tried asking Zen for tips, even resorted to asking Seven. But Seven laughed and Zen said to look up some porn videos to get an idea because he was too busy to help

- (Or was he just sour MC didn’t fall for him?)

- When you came out of the bathroom in your pjs, he was already trying not to get a stiffy. I mean, what you were wearing wasn’t horrible, wasn’t perverted, but…You weren’t wearing a bra. Even he could tell that

- And the fact that tonight would be the first time you shared a bed together…

- “Yoosung?”

- “Y-Yes??”

_ “…Are you going to come lay down? It’s cold without you~”

- This was it, he was going to die. Someone get his will from that coffee fiasco out, he was going to need it after tonight.

- Carefully, he climbed into bed behind you, opting to try and be the big spoon and hold you tight.

-…Too tight, too tight! Your ass was rubbing against his groin so nicely. He ended up burying his face in your hair, desperate just to pretend he didn’t feel it.

- “Yoosung, are you alright?”

- “Yeah, yeah- I, uhm. I am.”

- “So you’re not hard-”

- “Don’t say it!!”

- Oh my god, this is it. You were going to make fun of him endlessly, just like the guys would when they found out. 

- You turned around to face his red face, and right when he thought it wasn’t going to get again worse, you slipped your hands around and squeezed his ass, pulling his hips flush against yours

- He. Couldn’t. Breathe.

- He felt you start kissing his neck, grinding against him, and he could only whimper in response. This isn’t how he thought it was going to happen- I mean, he was supposed to take the lead, right?? Right??

- But you slipped your hand in his sweat pants, letting out a lustful groan as you found he wasn’t wearing underwear, and he lost it

- You pulled your hand back and looked at the cum on your fingers, before looking him right in the eye and licking your hand clean

- Were you trying to kill him???

- “MC I’m sosososorry, oh my god-”

- “That’s okay, Yoosung,” You grabbed his hand, guiding it under your underwear, “Why don’t you show me what those gaming fingers can do?”

- God, please someone print out that will. He really was going to need it after tonight.


- So she wasn’t as innocent as everyone thought she was

-…But she was still blushing like crazy

- A cuddling session gushing over a dirty story you found online had turned sexual very quickly. Mainly due to your wandering hand, but…

- Now she was under you, one hand halfway covering her face, and the other gripped your arm as your teased her clit

- Every time she let out a squirming moan, her chest heaved and you swore you were in heaven

- You didn’t waste much time with foreplay. The two of you hadn’t really gone this far before, and this poor woman needed some excitement in her life that didn’t end in cat hair everywhere

- You couldn’t take it anymore, you slowly licked her nipple, then clamped your teeth over it, loving her surprised moan.

- “M-Mc!”

- You gave her nipple a harsh suck, your fingers trailing down from her clit to her entrance, slipping in two fingers already.

- You walls clamped down, her nails digging into your forearm already. She was sweating, chest heaving, but you knew all the right spots to hit.

- As your mouth bit on her neck, her moans kept getting higher and higher in pitch, until her nails dug in so harshly that you knew you were going to need a few bandages later.

- You felt her hips jerk up a few times, her whimpering when you kept trying to fuck her with your fingers, so you slowly pulled out.

- “Did you cum already?”

- She let out a groan, covering her face. “Yes, I’m sorry. It’s been a while.”

- You just laughed, kissing her forehead. 

- “I mean… I could be my turn, if you really loved meee~”

- She rolled her eyes but laughed, motioning for you to switch spots with her.


- The two of you were resting on the couch, just cuddling, until his fingers liiightly brushed against your sides, and you made the mistake of giggling

- Now it was On

- First thing about being friends with Seven: Never, ever, let him find out where you’re ticklish.

- He had you squealing and threatening him at the same time, squirming in between his legs as he laughed at you.

- Pretty soon you started fighting back- Turning around and desperate to find his ticklish spots. 

- But, after a while of squirming in eachother’s arms, he accidentally let out a moan that was not painful

- You stopped, and the both of you blushed… But, you just placed a questioning kiss on his lips.

- “R-really? Right here?”

- You nodded, already moving to start palming him through his pants, and he automatically started working on pulling off your shirt

- He groaned as you unzipped his pants, palming him through his boxers. He tried returning the favor, squeezing your breasts through your bra.

- But you slipped to the floor and got on your knees? What where you- Oh my god you were going to blow him

-Oh…My god.

- He watched with a growing blush as you tugged on his pants to be able to pull his hardening cock out easier. He watched your eyes widen just a bit when you pulled it out, him mentally fist pumping that he was a good enough size for you

- He wanted to lean back- Play it cool and just enjoy it, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You brushing your hair behind your ear, getting a decent grip on his cock, your half-lidded eyes studying the head. He could feel the pre-cum leaking out already, and he prayed you thought that was normal.

- You gave his cock a few tentative pumps, him trying his fucking best not to jerk his hips up, and then suddenly you took the tip in your mouth.

- He couldn’t hold it back, he ended up letting a low whimper out, his fingers itching to tangle themselves in your hair, but god he managed to keep them away.

- You bobbed your head a bit, removing the cock from your mouth with an obscene ‘pop’, looking him right in the eyes as you licked up the underside of his cock

- …And he came all over your face

- It was slightly, just a bit, adorable at how you winced, but he felt his soul leave his damn body. Damnit, he knew he should have jerked off last night when he had the chance.

- “Oh my god, Mc I’m so–” 

- You wiped a bit off your cheek, slipping your finger in your mouth and letting out a hum. “You taste a bit bitter…”

- Instantly he pulled you up on the couch, sucking and nipping at your neck as you moaned a bit.

- He really, really, needed to know how you tasted as well. And, well….Hopefully that would make up for him being such a quick shot.


- The marriage had been sweet, and ended with lots of cuddling on a plane as the two of you went to enjoy your honeymoon, something Jumin was very insistent on.

- As soon as the two of you landed, it was getting changed into something more appropriate, going off and enjoying the sites, having a nice romantic dinner

- And now the two of you finally made it to the place you were staying at for the next week. With just one bed in the room.

- He didn’t want to admit he felt nervous- What if he harmed you? What if he did so many things you didn’t enjoy? Expert Playboy only told him so much, and he wasn’t too keen on watching porn. Especially if Seven had his hands in the RFA’s search history.

- The two of you dressed in your sleepwear, then he coaxed you over to lay with him.

- Getting to finally hold you in his arms like this was amazing. He felt his chest swell every time you snuggled closer to him.

- “Mc?”

- “Yes, honey?”

- He gave your forehead a kiss at the nickname, his cheeks lightly blushing. “From my research, we’re not completely done for the day yet, are we?”

- Your face went red, but he started with gentle kisses to your lips, moving to your jaw, then to your neck, his fingers dancing around the hem of your shirt.

- Your breath hitched a couple of times, but you started working on unbuttoning his shirt, groaning when his hands started groping your breasts

- God, this felt amazing so far, from just barely doing the minimum. He focused on recalling all the tips in the magazine, some of the grosser things some board members had talked about drunk- Just anything he could apply to please you

- It wasn’t long before you were fully on your back, breasts heaving as he teased your clit, his boxers the only clothing left on him

- The way your cheeks flushed looking at his cock straining against his boxers made him want to take you instantly, but he needed to be patient, he needed to hold out a bit longer.

- But you gently squeezed his forearm, mewling a bit as he kept trying to rub your clit

- “Ju-Jumin, please, I want to feel your cock- I’m ready, just please.”

- He felt his eyes widen, but quickly cleared his throat and nodded, pulling his boxers off

- He teased you a bit more, the head of his cock barely entering you and pulling back out, making you let out the cutest whines. But finally, when he couldn’t even stand it anymore, he pushed himself fully inside of you, groaning along with you

- He stayed still for a moment, feeling how amazing it was to have you squeezing him so tightly. He tried to move, just one pump, but it was too much.

- As soon as he realized what had happened, his face was completely red, and he felt so ashamed when you let out a little questioning noise.

- “It…It seems that I’ve…” He trailed off, suddenly pissed at himself for cumming so damn early. You didn’t even get to enjoy anything.

- But you just squeezed his hand, placing a kiss on his cheek.

- “If you want…You could just use your fingers for tonight, tomorrow we could try-”

- “No, we’re doing this right tonight. I told you I would keep you up all nigh- I’m not going back on that now.”

- While he did finally get rid of his shame at how much you squirmed from his fingers alone, he promised himself that he was going to make you cum twice as much from his cock alone.

- (What the fuck did those magazines say about this situation???)


- You had been trying for ages to get him to have sex with you. 

- Inviting him in the shower? ‘Accidentally’ letting him walk in on you? Snuggling super close during a romance scene? All of them failed.

- And god, did he hate it.

- He wanted to fuck you, have you screaming his name so loud he was sure to get noise complaints- But was he ready??

- It had been a very, very, long time since he had, ahem, let the beast out. The last time was…Way too long ago.

- But all the teasing, and bluntness without saying anything, was starting to get to him. Starting to have his hand wandering when you weren’t there with him, and a few times when you were.

- Tonight was a bit better. You weren’t trying to throw more ‘hints’ his way, you were just snuggled up to him resting your head on his chest, tracing an imaginary circle on his ribs

- Yeah, he could handle this!

- But your fingers stopped, and you started to play with his hair a bit instead, making cute little noises as you shifted to look up at him

- “Your princess wants some kisses.”

- Oh no. He felt his cock twitch, but he tried his best to ignore it as he tipped your chin up, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

- “I can’t help but do as my princess wants~”

- But you pulled him back towards you, planting a few soft kisses, and then slowly making them more and more greedy.  You even slipped your tongue in, and when he groaned out he knew he was done for.

- He wanted to avoid sex at the moment, but tonight he didn’t have enough willpower.

- He grabbed your shoulders, pushing you to lay on your back as he slipped between your legs, leaning over to start sucking on your neck.

- You didn’t waste a second, especially since you had been trying to get to this point for ages. You wrapped your legs around his waist, grinning when he grinded against you with a low growl

- “You’ve been such a tease, princess, I can’t take it anymore.”

- As he pushed your shirt up, working on your breasts, he was frantically trying to recall all the moves he used to do back when he was in that gang.

- (God, it really had been forever!)

- Your hands fumbled with his shorts, yanking them down and giving his ass a firm squeeze, loving as he bit your neck in response.

- You were going to kill him. He wanted the first time to be sweet, romantic, but he couldn’t even control his thoughts right now. He just kept imagining how tight you would feel, how you would squeeze down on him-

- You reached and grasped his cock, starting a teasing pace as he leaked pre-cum already.

- Ah, fuck, fuck, he couldn’t take this. He ended up moaning into your shoulder as he jerked his hips in time with your pumps. One, two times, and he came.

- Kill. Him.

- He didn’t want to face you, he just closed his eyes tight as you pulled your hand away.

- “Zenny~ No fair, let me have fun too.”

- He took a deep breath and looked at you nervously- Only to be greeted with a firm kiss. You pushed his shoulder a bit, wriggling your hips.

- “Why don’t you put that mouth to better use~?”

- He looked a bit dumbfounded for a moment, but quickly slid back a bit, working on getting your pjs off.

- I mean… at least he had an impressive recovering speed? Hopefully luck would be on his side and let him recover fast enough to fuck you like he had been wanting.


- It…Had been a very long time. A long time since he was fully willing to have sex, at least.

- When the innocent cuddling on his bed got more perverse- Your hand slipping under his shirt and teasingly running your fingers so close to the waistband of his pants- Well… He did want it, it had just been ages

- He tried his best not to show it. Each feather-light touch he returned, every little breath you let out he had to stop himself from groaning

- He hadn’t realised how badly he wanted this from you

- Once the cute kisses died down, turning into panting breaths and low moans, you rolled yourself on top of him, straddling him and purposefully refusing to grind against him

- Were you trying to kill him? He needed this- He needed you

- His hands found your hips, holding you as he bucked his hips up with a barely contained groan. It had been too long, way too long, since he had felt so good from just teasing

- “Mc-”

- You leaned over, starting another string of greedy kisses, taking his will to talk and interrupt you away

- It didn’t take long for his hands to act on their own- Slipping under your shirt to grope, pushing your ass down so he could grind against you fully

- When you broke the kiss and let out such a sinful moan, he couldn’t do it anymore.

- “Mc, please- Now, now, please.”

- He felt your breath against his neck as you giggled, wiggling out of your underwear and pulling down his pants

- You took his cock and slid the head against your clit, making him bite down hard on his lip

- “Oh, god, Mc-” You were horrible but so fucking amazing. He wanted to thrust his hips up, slam into you with all he had-

- You let out a little mewl of pleasure as the head of his cock rubbed your clit just right, and suddenly you felt a hot spurt against you.

- He covered his face quickly, panting but letting out a sound of utter disappointment. 

- “It’s been ages, I just-”

- “Shh,” You leaned over, kissing his forehead. “ It’s fine.”

- But it wasn’t, was it? Your cheeks were still flushed, you were soaked but he knew you hadn’t came yet.

-… Was it too early to suggest…?

- “M-Mc, ride me.”

- “…What?”

- God, don’t make him say it again. He carefully squeezed his cock, feeling how sensitive it was, but he didn’t care. He wanted you anyway.

- He rubbed the head of his dick against your clit, then finally trailed it to your entrance, pushing the tip in and joining you in your moan

- “Jihyun-”

- He jerked his hips up, pushing into you fully, and the sound you made had him dig his nails into your thighs.

- “Ride. Me. I can take it.”

- He came early, but he was going to be damned if you weren’t going to be able to feel his cock slam in you tonight.


- He had experience with women. Not exactly loving ones, but quick and hard fucks in the backs of bars or in hotels was what he was used to the most.

- And usually they all went well, except if the women tried being too clingy with him.

- He wasn’t expecting you to last so fucking long though

- The two of you were just cuddling on his bed, something he was always insistent on. But you were trying to find some funny things to show him on your phone, and he was tired of watching videos. 

- He ended up initiating it, slowly trying to tease you by acting like he wasn’t aware of where his hands were, but quickly dropping the act and pushing you on your back, grinding against you and slipping his tongue in between your bruising lips

 - It didn’t take long at all for both of you to rid each other of any fabric in the way, him burying his cock inside of you with a grunt and a low “Fuck,”

- Usually with the women he had fucked before, they came rather quickly… 

- But as he harshly slammed himself inside of you, finally being able to enjoy being inside of you, he felt himself coming closer and closer to the edge- And you definitely hadn’t came yet.

- He pulled your leg up a bit, pushing it flush against your chest to get a better angle to ram into you, letting out a growling string of curses as you tightened around him

- A few more jerks of his hips, and he easily came inside of you, groaning out and breathing harshly against your neck.

- He wasn’t expecting you to whine, though. He looked up, a bit confused, as you pouted.

- “You came already?”

- “…You didn’t??” He swore he had felt you tense up, dig your nails into him even more. What happened?? Oh god, was he losing his touch?

- You pushed him on his back, climbing on top of him and forcing his cock back into you, rolling your hips. “I wasn’t done yet~ Can you keep going?”

- The fuck he could, but his embarrassment didn’t let him say that. He gripped your hips, keeping you in place as he pushed as deep as he could inside of you, letting out a guttural groan.

- You let out a loud moan, starting a steady and heavy pace, drinking in how his cock hit your g-spot on every thrust.

- He hadn’t been overstimulated before, but he refused to argue against it. He apparently needed to build his stamina back up anyway…


I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid it would open old wounds.

Still Dean (DeanxReader)

Spoilers for 12x11 “Regarding Dean”

Originally posted by weallneedcastiel

“Dean Winchester. My name is Dean Winchester. Sam Winchester is my brother. (f/n)(l/n) is my girlfriend. Cas is-”

You had been listening to Dean running through that mantra for 5 minutes. It was just you two in the motel. Sam and Rowena had gone to get the book that was supposed to fix Dean and you had volunteered to be the one to stay with him. There was nothing you could do but wait. So you sat on the bed in silence, listening to Dean trying to hold on to his identity that continued to slip through his fingers with each passing minute.

“I don’t….I don’t know…I don’t…” There was a defeated sigh followed by a loud thump that most likely was Dean hitting the counter.

You immediately got up and slowly opened the bathroom door.


He turned to you with fear filled eyes before looking back at the mirror.

“I can’t remember…I-I-I don’t know” he brought his hands up to his head in frustration. “Why don’t I know anything!?” His eyes started watering and he turned back to the mirror. “Remember!” he yelled at himself. “Just remember!”

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Self Conclusion (Chapter Three)

Self Conclusion (Chapter One)

Self Conclusion (Chapter Two)

“Jughead, please!” Betty pleaded, racing down the stairs after him.

He was struggling to pull on his flannel over the shirt he had borrowed from Betty. “Fuck you! To think, I was going to open up to you! I should’ve known,” Jughead spat as he reached the bottom of the staircase. He tucked his pants and t-shirt under his arm.

“Jughead, I know how it sounded. I swear, I wasn’t talking about you,” Betty’s chin quivered.

“I was stupid enough to believe you once,” Jughead said quietly. He slipped on his shoes quickly.“See ya,” He said, opening the front door.

“Jughead,” Betty begged. Tears threatened to spill over. “We were talking about Archie, I swear. I promise!” Her voice cracked. “Please don’t go.”

Jughead stopped in his tracks, letting the door close towards him as he hesitated in the doorway.

“I wouldn’t talk about you that way,” Betty said quietly. “This isn’t a joke to me.”

Jughead turned slowly towards her. “Why would you say Archie’s pathetic?”

Betty chewed her lip. “He tried to ask out all three Pussycat’s one after another after Veronica turned him down. He tried to make it out like she was the one who was doing - well,” Betty sighed. “Anyway, that’s the gist of it. I’m sorry you overheard that. Please come upstairs, we can talk some more.”

Jughead wordlessly closed the door and slipped off his shoes, following Betty up the stairs.

Betty sat on her bed as Jughead lingered in the doorway.

“Do you… want to keep asking questions? Since we didn’t finish?”

Jughead laughed coldly. “Alright, sure, blondie. Tell me, why do you want to fix me so badly?” Clearly, his walls were back up.

“I don’t want to fix you, Jughead, you’re not broken. I just don’t want you to kill yourself.”

“Well, you’ve got forty-five and a half hours to change my mind. Tick-tock.” He stepped out of the doorway and crossed his legs, plopping himself on the floor.

“My question?”

Jughead raised an eyebrow.

“Why did you stop talking to me?”

“What are you talking about?” Jughead asked, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“In seventh grade. You just stopped talking to me and Kevin and Midge and you barely talked to Archie. Your Dad lost the house and you moved to the trailer park and Archie had to force you to talk to him. And when we tried to talk to you, you just - you refused.”

“I didn’t refuse, I-”

“You pushed us all away, Jughead!”

“I was twelve years old and my family was falling apart and we lost our house and moved into a trailer park. Plus, I was trying to help take care of Jellybean - it was all I could do to get up and go to school and do my homework, I - I couldn’t deal with trying to explain everything to my friends.” Jughead said angrily.

Betty nodded slowly.  "Okay,“ She murmured.

“So why does the perfect girl next door want to kill herself?”

Betty blanched at his question.

“Well? You said no question off limits, right?”

“I’m not perfect. Don’t call me perfect.” Betty curled her fingers towards her palms, making tight fists.

“That’s not an answer,” Jughead murmured, staring up at the ceiling.

“My sister’s pregnant, in high school, and the father of that baby has been murdered. My dad hardly ever comes home at night anymore. I confessed my feelings to someone who didn’t feel the same way, and while that is all well and good, he is now trying to date my other best friend. I feel like I’m trying to hold my family together. Half the people I know think of me as perfect so I can’t do anything wrong.”

 Betty took a deep breath. “And the other half bully me - Cheryl Blossom told me I was too fat to join cheer-leading last year, Reggie Mantle asked if I was going to join the ranks of my sister and get pregnant in high school, random people I don’t even know call our family crazy. There is so much shit going on in my head I can’t take it. I don’t even know when the last time is that I had a good day. So, no reason to stay is a good reason to go, right?”

“Won’t you miss milkshakes and french fries and sunrises?” Jughead asked sarcastically, using Betty’s reasoning against her.

“Yeah,” Betty said, her voice thick with emotion. She took another deep breath, trying to suppress the feeling that she was about to cry. “You know, for me, it’s more like this overwhelming feeling like I’m at a party where I don’t know anybody, and I’m exhausted and bored and all I want to do is go home.” A tear slipped down Betty’s face.

She flicked it away. “Anyway. My turn - what’s one thing you’ve never told anyone?”

“I’m homeless,” Jughead murmured.

“What?” Betty asked incredulously.

“Well, I was homeless. My mom left with Jellybean a year or so ago and my dad started drinking more heavily and lost his job with Fred, and eventually I got tired of his shit. So I slept at the Drive-In. But, as you know,”  Jughead rolled his eyes. “The Drive-In got shut down. So I slept at school for a bit. A few weeks ago I moved back in with my dad, I didn’t have any other choice. I’ve been there since he got arrested, but who knows how long I have til they realize I’m alone…”

“I-I’m really sorry Jughead.”

He shrugged.

“Your turn,” Betty prompted quietly.

“Same question,” Jughead murmured, finally tearing his eyes away from the ceiling to look at her.

Betty didn’t say a word, just uncurled her fists and showed Jughead what she had done.

Jughead slowly reached towards her upturned palms. He dropped his hands without touching her.

“I can relate.”

“Yeah?” Betty said quietly.

Jughead rolled his long flannel sleeve up towards his elbow. An angry looking red mark was on his forearm. Another one, less fresh but just as painful-looking marked his wrist. “When my dad gets drunk, he gets angry. He takes it out on me a lot.”

Betty touched them gently. “Jughead,” Betty breathed.

Jughead pulled his arm away.

“I’m sorry,” She murmured.

Jughead shook his head. “’S okay. There’s lots more where they came from,” He chuckled humorlessly. He stood up and pulled the t-shirt up so she could see the burns on his stomach and chest. Some were half-moon shapes, some were full circles, some big and some small.

“What are they from?”

“Cigarettes and cigars. The half circles are from when he threw them and they didn’t quite make their mark.” He let the shirt fall back in place.

“Okay,” Betty said, standing up. “Why don’t we stop the questions for a while? I could make a late dinner? Or order a pizza.”

“Pizza sounds good.”

“What do you like on your pizza?”

“Anything except pineapple.”

“I thought you ate anything?” Betty cocked an eyebrow.

“I’d eat it, sure, but that doesn’t mean I like it.” Jughead smirked.

“So what would you like on the pizza?”

“Pepperoni, green olives, onions and mushrooms is my favorite, but most people don’t like ol-”

“No mushrooms and I’m sold.” Betty smiled.

“Deal,” Jughead murmured.

Jughead took the last bite of his crust and rubbed his stomach. “That was amazing. What now?”

“I have an idea,” Betty smiled. “We both pick one of our favorite movies that we don’t think the other has ever seen. What do you think?”

Jughead nodded. “Okay. Let me think.” He crossed his legs. “Have you ever seen Murder by Death?”

Betty smirked. “No, I’ve never even heard of it.”

“That’s my pick.”

“Have you ever seen An Affair to Remember?”

Jughead smiled. “I have, I love that movie.”

“You do not,” Betty laughed.

“I do! I have a soft spot for old romantic movies.”

“Okay, what about The Notebook?”

“Oh, no, no, I said old romantic movies. Not this new wave of  Nicholas Sparks rom-com bullshit.”

“So, you’ve never seen it?”


“Then that’s my pick.”

Jughead groaned.

The two of them were on Betty’s bed, the only light in the room the glow from the TV. The end credits rolling for Murder by Death.

“What did you think?” Jughead asked, straightening his legs, stretching.

“It was really, really good actually. I love Alec Guinness. I didn’t really understand the end, though.” Betty admitted.

Jughead explained it, his whole face beaming.

“I’ll have to watch it again,” Betty laughed.

“We could watch it instead of The Notebook,” Jughead laughed, cocking his eyebrow.

“No way,” Betty smiled, scooting off the bed to put her well-used DVD into the machine.

By the time Allie and Noah were lying together in the street, Jughead was hooked. There was a smile playing on his lips.

Betty leaned back against her pillow, next to Jughead. Her eyelids felt heavy.

Jughead felt the warmth of her body against him, but couldn’t tear his eyes away from the screen - as much as he was going to hate to admit it, he was really into the movie - plus, her bed was small, not much space for her to move without touching him.

As the end credits rolled, Jughead had to bite his lip to keep the tears from slipping out.

“Wow, okay, I was wrong. That was good.” Jughead stared at the screen in front of him. “What, no ‘I told you so’?” Jughead looked down at the tiny body next to him.

Betty was fast asleep, her head resting against his shoulder, even breaths making her shoulders rise and fall. She had a fistful of his shirt.

“Oh,” Jughead breathed. He  couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked.

He carefully, slowly, reached for the remote for the TV and turned it off, leaving them in complete darkness. He rested his head gently  against hers, not wanting to wake her.

His heart was hammering in his chest, making it impossible for him to fall asleep. After a moment, he felt her stir, her hand reaching out against his abdomen to pull him closer to her. Her fingers lingered on his side as her breathing returned to the rhythmic pace it had been a moment ago.

Jughead felt all the feelings he had tried to pacify for years racing back up to the surface.

Come The Fuck On

Summary: Mickey comes home from Mexico to surprise Ian, but finds him fucking Trevor which leads to heated sex.

Word Count: 1869

Notes: Loved this request!!

Eight months and three weeks since Ian and Mickey were separated at the Mexican border. Two hundred and fifty three days since they’ve seen each other or touched each other. It was long and it was hard, but they both were well aware that they were each other endgame, and Mickey would be home eventually.

What Ian didn’t know was that Mickey was coming home when he was, which was now. Mickey excitedly walked up North Wallace, practically trembling to see his love. He’d be waiting for this moment for so long, and he was excited to be able to surprise him.

Mickey walked up to the door of the Gallagher house and took a deep breath. He prepared himself to be trampled by the hugs of all the Gallagher siblings and stepped inside. To his surprise, the house was empty.

Looking around, Mickey breathed in the scent. He missed seeing all of Liam’s toys on the floor like this, old pizza boxes on the kitchen table. He missed the smell of beer and weed lingering through the air. Home. He was home.

Not having anything else to do, Mickey made his way up the stairs. He wanted to be in the room he was in with Ian so long before he got taken away. That room felt more like his room than the room he had at the Milkovich house— mainly because it was a safe place.

As he savored every moment of being home, Mickey lingered his fingers against the wall while he walked up the steps. When he got to Ian’s room, he heard something from inside. It was muffled though.

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Kara Comforts Alex Post Emily-Confrontation

She’s walking away and she won’t stop walking because if she stops walking she’ll break.

She takes out her phone and does the only thing she knows how to – aside from hitting the bottle – when she’s going to break.

She calls her sister.

“Maggie cheated on her ex,” she says without preamble, and she can practically feel Kara clenching her fists in rage.

“Alex, no. Are you okay? No, that’s a stupid question, of course you’re not okay. Do you want me to – “

“No no no, don’t hunt her down and kill her, that’s not why I – I just… I need my sister.”

“Where are you? I’ll come get you – “

“No, Kara, you can’t, you need to keep a low profile, remember? I just… Do you think it’s possible for someone to change?”

She might not have J’onn’s telepathy, but she practically hears Kara thinking about Mon-El, and this isn’t the moment – because Maggie has started to get her a little bit better at focusing on herself when she needs it, and god does she need it right now – but she wishes she’d think of other people who were complicated, who changed. Astra. Jeremiah. For better or worse. Hell, even Eliza was trying. Alex herself.

“I do,” Kara says, but her voice is careful and her voice is protective. “I do, but Alex, a lot of times when someone cheats – “

“It doesn’t make you a bad person, Kara – people are allowed to make mistakes, and it was years ago, it – “

“I know that, Alex, but you’re my sister, and I only want you to have what you deserve.”

“I know. And I want the same for you. And we’re going to talk about that, because Kara, there’s a reason you’re breaking up with him every other day.”

“Alex – “

“I’m just saying. But I… look, it… Maggie… she’s guarded. Too guarded. After her dad, growing up in that town she grew up in, she… she doesn’t talk, Kara. To me. I mean, she does, she talks, but not really. Maybe I’m not a good listener, I don’t know – “

“No, Alex, you’re an amazing listener. It just… it sounds like Maggie has a pattern. A not talking pattern. She didn’t tell you about her dad, and now this, it… didn’t you say she keeps telling you that you’re not supposed to shove your feelings down anymore?”

“Yeah, she reminds me at least twice a day.”

“Well, she’s right. But Alex, maybe she has the same struggle you do. Shoving her feelings down. To protect herself. And that’s not an excuse for cheating! Or for not telling you about it! And you have a sister with laser vision, I’m just saying, I can – “

“Kara, no – “

“Just a warning shot – “


“I will kill her if she hurts you, Alex.”

Alex stops walking and runs a hand through her hair and looks up at the stars and sighs.

She needs a shower. She needs a change of clothes. She needs to give Maggie more of the time alone she asked for.

And then she needs Maggie.

“She won’t. I trust her, Kara, I… let me hear her out before you go all rogue on her.”

“So, before I go older Danvers sister on her.”




“I love you. You only deserve the best.”

“She is the best, Kara. I… I think she is.”

“She’d better prove it.”

“She will. She does, every day. And hey, Kara. He’d better prove it, too. And not just with bacon. You’re worth more than that, Kara. So much more than that.”

“I love you, Alex.”

“I love you too, sis. I love you too.”


I don’t fear most things honestly. To be honest I hardly ever think of fear- it’s just not something I think about.
A lot of girls my age talk about being afraid of walking down the street at night. The fear of rape. I never really understand that- I mean rationally I get it. When a pretty girl talks about it. I almost never get it when a fat or ugly girl talks about it because let’s get real.
Anyway, I hardly ever lock my doors. I live on a first level condo and never shut my windows. I sit in a dark parking lot at night after work for a long time alone.
I’m not afraid of other people- I can handle other people and honestly what’s the worst thing someone could do to me? Kill me? Okay. I’m dead. It’s over. Whatever.
Rape me? Alright? I’d probably scream- but then I’d probably say something like “well this isn’t even a good dick… guess that’s why you’re a rapist.” And then he’d kill me… or she. I don’t discriminate. Women rape too. Regardless I’d be dead so like… again- it’s over.
I do fear one thing though. Myself.
Now no not in the “I’m scared I’m going to hurt someone! Ohhhh mysterious cliche.”
No. I’m scared that one day I won’t be me. Like some weird brain tumor will press against my brain in the right way and I stop feeling like myself. I go insane. I start loosing my fucking mind, forget things. Become dependent. Aging. Becoming a shell of who I have always been. I genuinely like myself. Not a lot of people can say that. Like deep deep deep down I believe most of you hate yourselves. I fucking don’t. I like my life, I’m proud of my accomplishments good and bad. I like my alone time, I’m sometimes a cunt. But all in all I think I’m wonderful. If I met an identical copy of myself I’d probably want to fuck her. And then kill her because I don’t believe in clones but that’s another fucking story.
I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m afraid of losing myself. Becoming something I’m not. I like being Paige.

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I can't eat. I haven't eaten in over 30 hours, I've barely eaten 2000 calories collectively in the past week. I'm not hungry and I don't want to be hungry and the last thing I want to do is eat. I don't have a strong support system right now and I have no access to mental health care due to circumstances out of my control. I've had this stupid eating disorder for 7 years and I just want to be free but it wants to kill me. Please pray for me.

I’ll pray right now for you okay anon? I know there are some good recourses that someone will post! I would post now but I’m at work. I’m still praying and I’ll offer up my work day for you okay?

Healing (Hurt Pt.3)

Summary: Peter gets put on best friend duty after the reader has a crappy date. 

Warning: Language.

A/N: The gif kinda barely matches the story. Sorry!(But it’s what we all want, right?). hopefully the fourth and final part will be out today or tomorrow. 


You walked up to Scott’s door and knocked softly, hugging Melissa when she opened the door. The both of you talked for a little, then you made your way up to Scott’s room. Scott sat on his bed and Derek sat in the beanbag chair looking very uncomfortable. It was a few hours after you’d left Peter’s and you’d called them both to talk about what had happened. You suggested Scott’s because if you were being honest, you were tired of Derek’s bland loft.

“What’s going on with you and Peter?” Derek asked bluntly.

“What do you mean?” You looked between the two of them.

“Well, you smell a lot like him. And not just him, his soap” Scott spoke up.

“Gee, Scott. Didn’t know you knew so much about Peter’s hygiene” you crossed your arms, annoyed at the interrogation.

“Are you two sleeping together?” Derek pushed his lips into a line.

“What? God! No!” You scoffed. “We’re just friends.” You uncrossed your arms and sat next to Scott. “We need to talk about what you heard in the woods, though” you changed the subject quickly, they both avoided looking at you.

“Well, we basically heard… everything?” Scott said shyly.

“We heard his roar and we knew it was Peter so Scott and I ran to go see what was happening.” Derek explained from across the room.

“Okay but, we should talk about how we should handle this” you bumped Scott’s shoulder, you didn’t care how much they’d heard, you just wanted to make sure no one else knew what they saw.

“What do you think we should do?” Scott turned to you.

“Nothing really, I think he’d appreciate if you guys just didn’t say anything, or treat him differently because then everyone would know something was up and it’d be awk–” your speech was cut short when Stiles came bumbling into the room.

“Okay, so I have a few theories about Peter’s condition” Stiles had a stack of books in his arms.

“Condition?” You muttered, standing. “You told him?” You looked between the two werewolves in front of you, a little ticked that the secret had gotten out.

“Well, we need to figure out what’s wrong with Peter so-” Scott began.

“What’s wrong with Peter?” You looked around the room incredulously.

“Exactly. Why he’s acting this way around you.” Derek nodded firmly.

“It’s called being human.” You gazed at your friends, hurt as they all made noises of disbelief.

“Human? Seriously,[Y/N]? The guy used to turn into a giant humanoid wolf” Stiles raised his arms in frustration.

“And Ethan and Aiden used to merge together to make a giant Alpha.” You rolled your eyes. “Seriously, why are you still mad at him? Derek, you were mad because you thought he killed Cora. Well, she’s alive, hanging in South America right now” you shook your head at Derek.

“He tried to kill us!” Stiles whined

“And you literally killed him!” It was your turn to raise your arms in frustration. “Call me crazy but, once you kill someone, they should be forgiven.” You crossed your arms and the three boys infront of you looked away. “Okay, I’m not saying you have to hold hands and skip down the street with the guy but, would it kill you to not make it feel like you hate him everyday?” You dropped your arms when you got no response.

“Look, I love you guys. I’m just disappointed” you told them as you left the room and the house entirely.
You poured yourself another glass of wine as you scrolled through your phone, pursing your lips when the bottle rang empty. It had been a little under a week since your day with Peter and your talk with the boys, it was like scolding a group of first graders into being nice to the new kid. You sat back on your couch bored out of your mind, you thought back to your date tonight. Lydia had set you up with a guy from her old Summer camp, you shook the thoughts out of your mind and took a gulp of wine. Maybe it was the fact that you needed a friend, or maybe it was the wine, but you had gone through your phone and found the name ‘Big bad Pete’ and began to text.


It was a shot in the dark but you were tipsy and didn’t care. Less than two minutes later your phone was ringing and ‘Big Bad Pete’ flashed across the screen.

What? ” was all he said in a confused tone, once you’d answered the phone.

“What? What?” You said, equally confused.

“I don’t understand your encrypted code” he sighed.

“Oh, I forget you’re new to this” the smile on your lips obvious to both of you. “That means, come over now, it’s an emergency, bring whiskey for me and wolvesbane for you” you rolled your eyes dramatically, taking comfort in the fact that he couldn’t see you.

“Why couldn’t you have just said that? You already took time to text me, it’s just a couple more letters” he huffed, almost sounding like he was pouting.

“You don’t like texting, Peter?” You held in a giggle, it was such an adorable thing to get upset about. You were finding too much enjoyment out of this and he knew.

“No,” he said briefly, then continuing “I much prefer hearing the voice of the person I’m speaking with,” his voice grew deep. “Your voice.” He paused, your breathing slowed “I like to hear the shallow breathing, the soft noises that get made without realizing” you made a noise closely resembling a moan. “I like to close my eyes and envision the parting of the lips” it felt like he was in the room, whispering this in your ear “Sometimes it gets to the point where I can almost hear their heartbeat” Peter groaned lowly while your heart was pounding. Moments passed and Peter spoke up. “[Y/N]?” His voice came with heavy breathing.

“Yes?” You said absently, pushing your thighs together to calm your throbbing.

“I’ll be there soon” he regained his composure and hung up.

After a few minutes you sprung into action, you went to your dresser and searched for the most unflattering pair of granny panties you could find to put on. Physically smacking your own arm at the lengths you were going to prevent what you wanted to happen, from happening. When you opened the door you were happy to see Peter, standing there with the whiskey that you’d requested and a baggie of fast food.

“Hey Pete” you grinned at him.

“Pete?” the word sounding like poison coming off his tongue. “No, that’s not happening” he pushed past you and entered your apartment. You couldn’t help but laugh as you closed the door. “Oh, it’s funny?“he set his items down.

"Kinda” you bit your lip.

“You’re down to fries only, young lady.” amusement danced in his eyes.

“Okay, I’m sorry!” You whined, straightening up. Once you met his eyes, you both doubled over in laughter.

“You know, I left a very desirable stripper, aptly named Desiree, at a very fine establishment called the Pink Pony” he said as poured himself a glass of wolvesbane and you your whiskey.

After you both had composed yourselves, Peter took the liberty of making himself comfortable. Like, really comfortable, he took his shoes and jacket off, tossing it on a chair. Then he took it upon himself to grab glasses out of your cupboard, and now he’s just sitting on your couch pouring drinks like he owns the place.

“I’m sure there will be more Desiree’s in the future.” You rolled your eyes “and maybe even some that you can touch” you said sarcastically as you plopped down on the couch and took a swig of the whiskey. It burned terribly, that much was obvious as you made a face and hissed.

“Do you even drink whiskey?” He watched with tilted lips as he downed his own.

“Not really but, I thought it’d be good to get me super drunk” you muttered and took another fiery gulp.

“Why do you need to get drunk?” He leaned back on the couch and glanced at your TV.

“Oh no reason, really.” you mumbled.

“I’m gonna need more than that.” He took a swig, “Seeing as I purchased a nice big bottle of whiskey as well as some delicious burgers and fries.” He lifted a fry to his mouth for effect.

“Don’t forget, you left desirable Desiree” you rolled your eyes.

“Exactly. So I gotta know more info.” He shrugged. “Plus it’s raining outside and-” you looked out the window behind you.

“It’s barely sprinkling, Peter!” You whipped your head around to face him and punch him in the arm. You both began laughing again.

You and Peter both basically devoured your cheeseburgers and fries. Peter had gone through nearly two flasks of his drink and he was finally starting to feel it, you’d barely gone through two glasses of whiskey and you were bordering a slurry mess.

“Mmm fast food makes the best drunk food” he commented.

“Evil werewolves make the best best friends” your head rested on his shoulder. “Thanks, Peter, for all of this” you smiled.

“Hey, it was an emergency. But, if you want to tell me why it was…” he looked at you, tight lipped, asking what had happened earlier tonight. Never one to be left out.

“Okay fine! So Lydia set me up with this guy from her old Summer camp, right?” He nodded, taking a break from looking at the movie on TV. “Get this, the guy takes me to a coffee shop at 8 o'clock at night.” You were sitting up now.

“Ugh. Hipsters” Peter rolled his eyes.

“Seriously! Anyway, it’s been like 8 months since anything’s gone on down in this area” you motioned to your crotch area. “And finally I said screw it, the guy was cute and you only live once,” you nodded.

“Twice.” Peter murmured wiggling two fingers. His jaw was noticeably tight.

“Twice.” You looked at him pointedly. “Anyway, we came back here and we’re standing at the door, and we start making out, he’s biting my neck…”

“Get to the point, sweetheart” his voice became gruff and you looked at him oddly as he downed another cup.

“Well, I invite him in and he tells me… He’s celibate” Peter nearly spit out his drink when he let out a little laugh. You leaned back with a loud groan. “The one time a guy doesn’t wanna get in my pants on the first date” you huffed.

“We can always skip the whole first date thing, you know, as a favor” he brought his face close to yours. And you pushed him away with a smirk.

“As wonderful as that sounds, I don’t wanna owe you any favors” you told him, you were trying your hardest not to give in to him.

“Suit yourself” he shrugged and draped himself over the couch. “I’m amazing” he winked.

“I’m glad you think so” your eyes rolled.

“You would too” he watched you with amusement.

“I’m sure” you tried to come off as sarcastic.

“So am I” he licked his lips.

You forced yourself to remain quiet and let Peter win this one. He always had a comeback and this time, you had none so you just shook your head and stood up to stretch. Peter let his eyes trail down your body slowly, so slowly that you met his eyes with a hand on your hip and a raised eyebrow when he was done with his show. He just looked at you with a smirk, it was like he knew that all he had to do was make the right move and you’d be his.

“That couch is not doing anything for my back” you did another light stretch.

“Let’s go lay down” he said nonchalantly, standing as he did. “I’m glad you said something because I feel like I’ve been healing myself over and over and my back still hurts” he began walking towards your bedroom, you stopped him in the hall.

“Do you really think it’s a good idea to lay in bed with each other?” You rose an eyebrow.

“Why?” He took a step towards you “Afraid something might..Happen?” He teased, every step forward had you stepping back until the back of your legs were hitting your bed. “Trust me, if I were to take you, the first time wouldn’t be on a bed.” He touched your cheek gently and you held your breath. “Plus, it’s not like we haven’t done it before” he hopped on your bed and motioned for you to join.

“Asshole” you mumbled under your breath.

“I’m sorry what?” His smile was sickeningly sweet. He’d heard you.

“Asshole” you said much louder this time you made sure to annunciate.

He ignored you and patted the bed, “Tell me something” he turned to you and rested his chin on his hand after you joined him.

“A little nephew of mine told me that you had a little meeting with him and our young Alpha. Why?” You weren’t expecting that question.

“Damn. Nobody can keep secrets” you mumbled and Peter scoffed. “I wanted to make sure you’d be okay after…everything.” You couldn’t stop the heat from coming to your cheeks.

“I think I can stand up for myself.” He told you sarcastically.

“Everybody needs someone on their side” you gave him a small smile and he gave you one of his own. He looked away after a few moments.

“Yeah well, now Scott thinks I brainwashed you with penis majic” you choked on your spit.

“What?” You asked with wide eyes and began laughing.

“It’s flattering, really” he shrugged

“He sounds jealous” you said after a beat.

“He is jealous” Peter said with disinterest. You ignored your deepening blush, so did Peter.

The question sent you and Peter into an impromptu round of Truths. Well, you were telling the truth, at least.

“Why’d you say you’d buy me a new shirt, the ripped one wasn’t mine?” You took a chance to change the subject and ask him a question that had been bothering you.

“Yes it is.” You looked at him quizzically and opened your mouth to disagree but he ignored you, “Every time you come to my house you leave at least one thing behind. It’s like I have a damn roommate.” He rolled his eyes at his explanation.

“I thought you would burn anything anyone left behind.” You told him, remembering when Stiles left his swim trunks and got them back in an ashtray.

“Do you want me to burn them?” He rose his eyebrow at you and you shook your head quickly.

“"Who do you think is the most attractive person in your little pack?” He stretched out lazily,

“Mmm…Kira, maybe?” You tilted your head, smirking at his growl.

“You know what I meant” he pursed his lips.

“Did I?” You questioned with a smile.

“Yes.” He glared then smirked “Do you find me attractive?” You gulped.

“It’s my turn.” You began.

“Nope. You asked your question” he said, realizing your mistake. “Now answer mine.” His eyes danced mischievously.

“I’m human, aren’t I?” You mumbled and flopped back, covering your head with a pillow.

He moved over to you and ran a single finger up your arm. “You make it hard for me, you know?” He murmured and kissed your jaw gently. Your breath hitched as you waited for another touch, sighing in disappointment as none came. “And yes, I know that counts” he lay back and you pulled the pillow off your head. Both of you enjoying each other’s company laying side by side, fingers lightly gripping at each other.

“Who was it?” You bit your lip “Your eyes…” Your voice was barely above a whisper. It was something you’d wondered for a while… Blue eyes didn’t come without a story.

“That counts for two.” He said before heaving out a sigh “Derek wasn’t the only one who was young and dumb and in love once.” He watched you out of the corner of his eye. “I happen to be a very jealous man, especially when it comes to my woman, especially when I get cheated on” his voice was low and dangerous, it made you want to move away but you gripped his hand tightly instead, ignoring the stinging as a claw dug into your hand. “He was my best friend” he growled..

“You deserve better,” you whispered after a few moments.

“No I don’t.” he whispered quickly.

wendlaswound  asked:

Ooo if you want prompts, could you do Zoe and Connor bonding, or growing apart if you'd rather do angst, but anything with the Murphy sibling because they didn't get the chance they deserved

((The Murphy siblings did not get a chance, so here’s them bonding bc there’s far too much angst in this fandom anyway))

“I am not letting you paint my nails–” Zoe started, reading the label on the bottle of polish, “Springtime Honeydew.”
“Why not?” Connor protested.
“Because its green,” Zoe responded, wrinkling her nose.
“Just trust me,” Connor implored his sister.
“Fine,” Zoe huffed, settling down and trusting her hand at Connor. “But if it sucks, its your fault.”
“I’m willing to take that gamble.” Connor replied dryly. He grabbed her hand and twisted the cap off the small green bottle. Scraping the excess polish off into the side of the bottle, Connor began to paint Zoe’s nails with precise, tiny strokes as Zoe flicked boredly through her Instagram.
“Other hand,” Connor commanded when huge had finished, setting Zoe’s painted hand down on the floor. Zoe wordlessly put down her phone and swapped hands, lifting her painted her to survey Connor’s work. It wasn’t bad, she admitted to herself, gently blowing on her nails to dry them faster. Connor painted Zoe’s other hand, using the same precise strokes as before. When he had finished her other hand, Connor pulled out a small bottle of gold polish for detailing. He proceeded to paint a thin strip of gold on the tip of each nail, resembling a french manicure.
“You’re good at this,” Zoe remarked with a slight air of surprise. Connor huffed out a laugh.
“I should hope so,” He said, waggling his fingers at his sister, “These nails dont paint themselves. Zoe laughed and swatted his hands away.
"Give me five minutes and then i get to work my magic.” Zoe got up, waving her hands through the air to dry her nails faster. She disappeared in the general direction of her bathroom, and returned a few minutes later with a bag full of god-knows-what. “So, should we start with hair or makeup?”
“Ow. OW. Hey, OW!” Connor protested as Zoe tugged at and combed trough his hair. “I was much more gentle with you when i was doing your nails!”
“Yeah, and my nails didn’t resemble a rat’s nest. Honestly, Connor, what hair products are you using? If you going to keep it long I’m going to make mom get you good shampoo and conditioner and all that stuff. And hey, beauty is pain.” Zoe replied, tugging a knot out of Connor’s hair while he winced.
“Can I fix your eyebrows?” Zoe asked later, once she had moved onto doing Connor’s makeup. He hadn’t been allowed to look in a mirror yet.
“What’s wrong with them right now?” Connor questioned.
“Well, they could use a little bit of shaping and plucking here and there…”
“Fine, go ahead, but don’t make it too drastic or you know dad will kill me.” Connor relented, and Zoe beamed with delight. In all honestly, having his makeup done was very…relaxing, oddly enough. It was nice to just sit and have someone take care of you, with all the different brushes and products thats Connor didn’t even know the names of, let alone the purpose.
“Okay, I’m almost done, you can look soon but not quite yet,” Zoe said after a while. “Close your eyes, I’m going to dust you with setting powder.” Connor held stock still while Zoe used an obnoxiously large burst to dust powder over his face. “Keep your eyes closed and stand up, I’m going to lead you over to the mirror.”
Connor stood up somewhat clumsily and allowed himself to be led to and then stopped in front of the full-length mirror in Zoe’s room.
“You can look now,” Zoe said gently. Connor slowly opened his eyes and took in the sight before him. He looked, well, beautiful. No beautiful didn’t quite cover it. He looked almost otherworldly, as though he was a some sort of dark prince from Fairyland. Zoe had exaggerated his naturally slim face with a little bit of a contour, and did what was probably a smoky eye in dark grays and– was that a hint of navy? His lashes seemed to stretch on for miles with the mascara, sharply winged eyeliner adding to the effect, and his cheekbones seemed to glisten in the light. To finish it off, Zoe had braided his hair into an elaborate updo that looked like it deserved to have wildflowers woven through it.
“Wow,” Connor breathed, “I look like a bad-ass.” Zoe laughed and joined Connor in the mirror’s reflection.

((Disclaimer: I don’t remember writing most of this, tbh, as i wrote it on the 14 hour plane ride when I was deliriously frustrated and wanted to land already. Regardless– Enjoy!))

Illness Starters
  • "I feel terrible."
  • "You look awful. When is the last time you slept."
  • "I threw up more than I ate."
  • [text] Can you bring me some ginger ale?
  • "Would you like some mint tea?"
  • "I'd love to help, but I feel like shit."
  • "I'm sure if anything can be done to help..."
  • "I feel like a vice is around my head and constantly squeezing."
  • [text] This is going to sound weird but can you get me some Imodium?
  • "Please tell me you have some Tylenol..."
  • "My head is killing me."
  • "Are you feeling okay?"
  • "I have been hurling for a week now."
  • "I've been feeling like crap ever since I got bit. Hey, do you think I'll get supernatural powers?"
  • "Just lie down and I'll take care of everything."
  • "Suck it up buttercup."
  • "I'm dying. I know I'm dying."
  • "Can I get some soup?"
  • "That's not going to happen because I see two of you right now."
  • "I knew I shouldn't have eaten that..."
  • "Sorry. I can't go anywhere today. I have someone sick at home."
  • "I'm going to go to the store. Do you want anything?"
  • "I can't feel anything below the neck."
  • "Is that medicine suppose to make you feel like you're flying?"
  • "I just want to nap right now."
  • "I don't feel like dealing with that right now."
  • "Sure. No. I'm fine. Couldn't be feeling better."
  • "You can barely stand."
  • "Is that a new dance craze or did you just stagger?"
  • "I'll deal with everything. You just rest."
Holy Family Special!: Christmas With The Angels!

Hello~ I decided to write an special chapter for this Christmas! I hope you like it!

Supernatural and its characters don’t belong to me.

“So this house belonged to your grandpa” Gabe said.


“The one Luci killed.”

“Gabe, I didn’t revive you for this.”

“Right, it was an accident actually” he commented. “But just to be clear-

“Gabriel” Castiel cut him off.

I thanked Cass with a nod and he gave me a shy smile.

“Now,” I looked at Lucifer, who was sitting on a chair “you, move your ass and help me with the onions.”

“Me?” Lucifer put one hand on his chest and acted innocent.

“Yes, you!”

“Why not Cass? I know he’ll love to.”

“Because he didn’t try to kill me, now move.”

“I actually want to help” Cass spoke quietly.

“Okay” I sighed and smiled a bit. “Gabe.”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Can you look after Mike? He’s been sleeping a lot since he got out of the cage and lost a lot of power…”

“Sure.” Gabe winked at me and left the kitchen.

“Why didn’t take me out of the cage too?” Lucifer asked and I hid a smile.

I could have heard a bit of jealousy in his voice.

“Because you always manage to get out by yourself, honey” I smirked and he pointed at me.

I started making dinner with Cass’ help. I laughed a bit at Castiel innocent comments and hummed some Christmas songs while we stayed in silence.

“This is boring” Luci finally spoke.

“Then go watch Tv with Balthy”

“You know what would be great? Having our powers back!” He stood up behind Castiel and I.

“Not in this house!”

“Then I leave!”

“You can’t” I sang. “If you’re so bored, then help us.”


Five seconds later


“Y/N, I’m bored…”

“Cass, can you pass me the oil?”

“Of course.”

“Y/N, pay attention to me.”

“You’ve sauce in your coat, let me clean it.”

“Y/N, listen to me. I’m bored.”

“I heard you, Luci.”

“Then play with me… Y/N… Y/N! Look what I did with the glasses! Hey! It’s a tower! A fucking tower I ’ll break if you don’t look at me now! …….. Y/N!”

“Oh my Dad!” I exhaled “Now I know why you were kicked from Heaven! ‘Daddy, I’m bored!’” I imitated him. “'Daddy, pat attention to me’, ‘Daddy, you wanna play a game?’ ‘Daddy!!!’”

“…I don’t speak like that” Lucifer murmured.

“You do.”

“And what about you?” Lucifer said. “'I’m a good girl, I can change the world and save everybody.’” he talked girly. “'Dad is the best dad of the world!’, ‘he’s very handsome! No more than Lucifer, but…’”

“I’ve never said that!” I turned to see him and he was smirking at me.

“Now you’re paying me attention!” He got close. “You know all this is stupid, right? It’s a fucking joke! If we had had our powers, we would have killed each other! We are not this kind of-

“Of what?” I asked. “Family? Well, sir, I don’t think so! Even if we’re different, all of us, we ARE family! And old and wise man said Family don’t end with blood! He’s right! We’re a dysfunctional and weird family! And you like it or not, this is my way of getting on well; having dinner together, a beautiful and bright Christmas dinner!” I looked at Castiel, who was watching me in silence. “Sorry… I know we’re not exactly a happy family; we all had our moments… Lucifer tried to kill me… First time I met Gabe he threw me a shark…”

“I tried to kill you… twice” Balthazar spoke from the frame door of the living room.

“That too” I said sarcastically. “But… I really want-

“Mike is awake!” Gabe announced while he and Michael entered in the kitchen.

Michael walked to Lucifer and punched him right in his face. Everybody let out an “Ouh!”, and more than one was smiling.

“Michael!” I stopped him and took his face between my hands. “Calm down.”

“Hey” he finally said.

“Hi” I smiled and Michael hugged me. “O-Okay, this is nice. Now, go to the dining room, I’ll be here… And please don’t kill each other…”

“We can’t promise anything” Balthazar left with the other while I started mashing the potatoes.

I realized I forgot the milk so I turned to the fridge. However, someone grabbed my arm and handed me the milk. I looked up with a smile thinking that it was Cass, but I found Lucifer’s eyes.

“Thanks” I said hesitantly. “Are you playing soft now we’re alone?”

“Why did you revive Gabriel?” he avoided my question.

“Because…” I locked my eyes on the dish. “Because dad left and I felt lonely” I answered without looking at him. “And I don’t know… Gabe was really close to me.”

“You got me” he joked.

I didn’t respond; I just smiled a bit. Was he jealous? Or just curious? I really wondered what was going on in his mind. He never was the jealous type, he always annoyed me with questions and embarrassed me every time he could… especially when there were people around.

“What about Balthazar?” Lucifer snapped me to reality.

“I don’t know…”

“Why not Raphael?”

“I don’t know!” I finally looked at his motionless face.

“Zachariah? The others?”

“I don’t know why!” I realized he was trying to make me feel bad, and he succeeded. “I don’t know how to control my emotions, okay? I guess I have faith in you!”

“You have…faith in me?” he asked, almost whispered.

“Yes” I answered shyly.

“You little lamb, you shouldn’t” Lucifer smiled.

“Then why didn’t you kill me yet?” I asked. “Are you waiting my thirty third birthday?”

He laughed at my stupid joke and stayed silent for a moment. I could feel his eyes on me, watching every movement I did while his mind trying to find an answer to my question.

During dinner, I sat in the middle; Michael sat on the right chair and Lucifer on the left one. Cass, Gabe and Balthy sat opposite.

“Stop kicking me… Y/N, Lucifer is kicking me.”

“Balthazar, Lucifer is not kicking you.”

“Then who is?!”


“You’re a party pooper.”

“This turkey tastes funny.”

“Then don’t eat it, Luci.”

“I think it’s really good!”

“Awe, thanks, Cass!”

“Can I punch Lucifer again?”

“No, Mike.”

“You don’t understand!”


“The things he made me do in the cage!”

“Becoming friends wasn’t one of them…”

“I’m not kidding, Y/N!”

“Michael, calm down!”

“Yes, calm down, big bro!” Lucifer hugged me.

“Don’t touch her!” Everybody shouted.

“Wow” I said. “Guys, can we just have dinner, I promise I leave you alone! I just… I just wanted us to be together, having fun and… being happy at least for a moment…”

Nobody answered.

“The onions are fabulous, Cass” Gabe spoke and I smiled.

“Thanks!” Castiel looked at me proudly.

“Good boy” I muttered.

“I supervised” Lucifer joked.

“Yeah, you did!”

“I looked after Michael!”

“You poked at me until I woke up, Gabriel.”

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“You slapped my ass!”

“I would have done the same” Lucifer commented.

“Me too” I said.

“I guess me too” Cass added.


“You’d have done it too, Balthazar, don’t deny it.”


I laughed along Gabriel and the others joined us. We talked for a long time and after dessert we decided to watch TV.

“I heard there’s a Dr. Sexy, M.D marathon” Gabriel sat on an armchair and took the remote control.

I sat on the couch and rested my head on Castiel’s shoulder. I felt warm, like home… I didn’t even hear what Balthazar and Gabriel were talking about; I simply couldn’t stop feeling happy. I sighed and hugged Castiel’s waist.

“It wasn’t that bad, uh?” Castiel told me. I nodded. “The spell thing was a good idea.”


“We should’ve invited Dean and Sam.”

“Yes, they’re family, too.”

“Maybe next time.”

“I love you, guys” I yawned.

“We love you, too” Balthazar spoke sincerely and my heart melted.

“I guess we should get going” Gabe stood up.

“You can stay if you want to” I said.

“It’s okay, baby girl” Gabe kissed my forehead. “You should rest… after removing the spell, of course!”

“I removed it like six hours ago,” I said “the trick was on you, trickster.”

“You got me” he joked.

“I actually knew it” Lucifer sat next to me.

“Really?” I looked at him and he shrugged. “Then why did you stay?”


“Alright” Balthazar stood up too and walked to me. “Sweet dreams” he winked at me and disappeared.

“I should go too, in case Dean needs me.”

“Run to your boyfriend” Lucifer joked and I hit him on his shoulder.

“Good night, Cass.”

“Good night.”

Cass left and Michael just went to sleep. Good Lord, that guy was devastated after some time in the cage. I wondered how Lucifer…

“If you hurt her, I’ll kill you.”

“I killed you once, Gabriel” Lucifer smirked. “Don’t threat me.”

“Call me if you need something” After kissing my cheek, Gabe vanished.

“We’re alone” Lucifer looked at me and I giggled.

“Aren’t you leaving?”

“Christmas isn’t over. Besides, I have nothing more interesting to do…”

“Would you like some cocoa?”

“Just if you pay attention to me now.”

“It’s a… deal?”

“Oh, dear, you shouldn’t make deals with the devil.”

“I’m not bidding my soul, Luci” I joked and he barely smirked. “Right…?” He didn’t answer. “Right? Lucifer, stop smiling!” He smile went bigger. “Luficer!”


“Stop smiling! You’re scaring me!”

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Just my genuine feelings

I fell for someone, but they’ll most likely never feel the same towards me.
And usually I’d just brush off the fact that they don’t and move on with life. But i can’t.
I romanticized me being able to kiss her without being stupid, i romanticized me holding her hand and taking her on stupid dates and making her so happy and listening to her dumb stories and just giving her my all.
But that’s not what she wants right now,
And you know what? That’s okay.
But it’s slowly killing me. Everytime i see her face i melt. I trip and stumble over my words and become a jumbled mess around her because I’m so stupidly in love. I would do anything in the world for her. I’d give her my world. Fuck, she is my world. I really do genuinely love her. And i tell her constantly. All the time, but i can’t stop. This love is so genuine. So genuine that everytime i see or hear her i fall for her all over again. And it goes over and over. Constantly, and I’m stuck. I’m stuck here. Wishing i could love her. And i get so jealous knowing that soon enough, somebody else is going to be loving her exactly the same way i want to be. But i keep my mouth shut. Because when you really love someone. Your happiness starts to become nothing. All that matters is their happiness. And it’s chipping away at my heart. That all I’ll ever be doing is loving her from a distance. That I’ll never be able to touch her. that I’ll never be good enough for her .That I’ll watch her love someone else and the love i fantasized about will only be in my dreams. But something inside of me constantly prays, it begs, that something inside of her wants me like i want her. But right now, as of now, I’m a heartbroken confused mess that has fallen deeply in love. And it’s painful but i don’t want to be anywhere else unless that’s me being happy with her. Because when i imagine myself being happy. It’s with her. But those are just my feelings.

tbh the reason lis means so much to me isn’t because of any kind of gay representation it’s just I played it 1 day after my mom died and with chloe being so deep in her grief I felt like there is someone who understands me and I had something I could distract myself with and it was dead ass the only thing that stopped me from killing myself

so it’s been over 2 years now and I’m still griefing and the fact that the prequal is gonna be about that it’s okay to not be okay means right now the world to me

Pregnant Iris

Okay Okay, telling barry I am pregnant should not be that hard right?  mean he hears crazy shit all day, and has seen some jacked up mess his whole life, so this will be okay? right? 

Iris paced around their living room, as she heard and felt a gush of wind come inside their loft. 

“hey babe! I brought whipped cream, And lots of sexy sweets for our sexy night tonight! Oh and guess what I took the rest of the day off so we could have that sex marathon that-”

“Barry?” iris asked her breathing heavier. 

“yeah? was I giving the while surprise away? I could just-”

“BARRY!” iris yelled stamping her foot.

“ damn, okay” barry sat down and waited for iris to join him. 

“ I need to tell you something, please don’t go back in time or mess it up, no that you would, but when I tell you I need you to be calm”

Barry got up. “ what happened?”

“Barry sit down” iris said tugging him. “Okay, now-”

“Barry jumped up again. “ yeah?”

“Barry, please sit down” she said tugging him. “ Okay, barry I think I-”

Barry got up causing iris to get more upset. “ I vibrate when I am nervous…”

“Barry sit you ass down!” 

“Geessh, I am sorry” he sat down. “ what’s up? are you okay? did someone hurt you? I shall kill whoever it was! TELL ME ALREADY!” 

“I am pregnant” 

Barry’s eyes went wider. “ what?”

“I am pregnant” 

“ You have a baby in you by me? how?” 

“we had sex, barry…”

Barry smiled for 3 whole second right as iris was about to hug him, when he fainted. 

“Barry? BARRY!”

2 hours later

Iris is waiting outside star labs, as cisco and Caitlin are trying to get barry back up. 

“So you mean to tell me of all the things for barry to faint for, its the news your having a baby?” cisco asked iris . 

“I guess, will he be okay?”

Barry slowly woke up, then jumped at the sight of iris. “WHERES OUR CHILDREN?” he yelled. 

“what the hell?” iris and Cisco said at the same time. 

“Barry calm the hell down, she is still pregnant bro, you fainted about 2 hours ago…” Cisco said patting his arm 

“What? oh my gosh, me and iris are having a baby!!!” Barry jumped up and hugged iris. 

“ I love you barry allen!”

“I love you too iris west, and babies inside her!” 

“Babies?” iris asked. “ why’d you say babies?”

“I don’t know… I have a feeling its not one, but I could be wrong…”

“ You know I had that thought too, given Barry’s fast reproduction, and powers, I would think its possible 2 could arrive…” Caitlin said. 

Barry smiled at iris, just being happy, that soon, he would be that father, of his wife’s children. Truly making a Westallen family.