only good thing is the jacket

anonymous asked:

Can we talk about all the times Dean sees a symbol only once and very briefly and still much later is able to recall or find or replicate it perfectly. Like. How good is that memory.

That man has an excellent memory. Like that time he found the marks on the scarecrow familiar 

And voila

it was the same tattoo he saw in a photograph. Similar thing in 1.17 when he draws a symbol he saw on a wall and connects it back to an album cover: 

And here in 10.06, when the symbol on the jacket of a book looks familiar: 

Do you know what else I find interesting? Dean drew this angel banishing sigil perfectly in 5.01 after seeing it a couple times: 

It’s not the complicated, but you know what is complicated? All of these: 

Which we saw Dean draw from memory in 9.01. Just picked up a marker and started at it with no prep: 

We have little to no proof that he’s spent a lot of time drawing sigils, because although he’s been around them a lot, we usually only see someone else drawing them, like these guys in 6.20 (drawn by Bobby): 

Or these guys painted by Sam while Dean was guarding Kevin in 7.21

Sam again in 8.10

Dean is seen messing up sigils though:

I think that’s as much direct interaction as we see. But even he has drawn them before, they have books accessible, and more time usually. So it’s pretty cool that Dean did all these just from memory. 

cold weather survival tips so y’all can start the new year with soft glowy skin

I posted a list of beauty tips for hot weather on my old blog at the beginning of the summer and it went over really well, so I thought I’d do a cold weather version now that we’re in peak chapped-lips-and-cracked-hands season.

  • Do yourself a favor by going to the nearest drugstore and buying the biggest tub of Vaseline/petroleum jelly you can find. 90% of Dry Skin Problems™ can be solved by slapping some Vaseline on there. 
  • Seriously. Chapped lips? Use Vaseline as a lip balm. Dry, cracked heels? Slather those feetsies with Vaseline right before you go to bed (just put socks on to keep from getting your sheets all sticky) for an overnight moisturizing treatment. (You can do the same thing on your hands if they’re dry and cracked!) I’ve even used Vaseline to fix severe dry patches on my face and neck. This stuff is a lifesaver. 
  • (You might also wanna get one of those tiny mini tubs to keep in your jacket pocket or in your bag, so you’ll always have it on you. It works way better than lip balm and is the only thing that can keep my lips from cracking and bleeding all winter long.)
  • While you’re at the store, it’s a good idea to invest in a good lotion. Most scented lotions (especially Bath & Body Works brand) actually make my dry skin worse because of the perfume in them, so you might want to look into an unscented formula. Try to avoid formulas that contain alcohol (which is sometimes used to make the lotion absorb faster) because they’ll dry you out worse than before. 
  • I always recommend using lotions and moisturizers made for sensitive skin even if your skin isn’t actually sensitive, because they don’t have as many harsh ingredients that might draw moisture out of your skin! Looking for formulas with all-natural ingredients (like Burt’s Bees and Yes To) is another good way to avoid heavy chemicals.
  • Replace your makeup remover with olive oil. It melts makeup right off, and you don’t have to scrub at your face like you do with a lot of makeup removers. It’s also super hydrating and makes my skin feel SO SOFT after I use it. (Just be sure to wash it off with a cleanser before you go to bed.) A lot of people use coconut oil the same way, but I’ve never tried it so I can’t speak for how well it works compared to olive oil. 
  • If your foundation sticks really noticeably to the dry patches on your face, a good hydrating makeup primer can help a lot. e.l.f. has really good, really cheap primers that I swear by, and they even have one specifically made for dry skin! (And you can find them at Walmart and most drugstores, so you can swing by and pick it up while you’re getting your groceries.)
  • Avoid “matte” or “mattifying” foundation formulas in general if your skin is really dry, because they’ll just make your dry patches more noticeable. Use a “satin finish” or “dewy finish” foundation instead, and if you want to make it look more matte you can always set it with a powder to take away the shine! 
  • If your lips are really dry and scaly, the best thing to do is just exfoliate the dead skin away. You can make your own lip scrub really easily by mixing sugar with either olive oil or honey, and just rub it on your lips to buff off the dry skin. Be sure to follow with Vaseline or a good lip balm!
  • As a matter of fact, you should really be exfoliating your entire face once or twice a week, especially if you have really dry skin. You can buy exfoliating scrubs at the store for a few bucks or make your own. (My favorite is a homemade scrub with 1 tablespoon of cooled green tea, 2 tablespoons of sugar, and a few drops of tea tree oil. It makes my skin soooo soft and helps fade my acne scars.)
  • Consider replacing your moisturizer with a face-safe oil like jojoba or rosehip at night. (I wouldn’t recommend using olive oil or coconut oil for this though, because they’re a little too heavy.) I started using rosehip oil every night to help with the scarring on my face, and it makes my skin feel so good. It doesn’t absorb right away, so it’s almost like sleeping in a face mask every night, and you wake up with a baby-soft face. This is the first winter I haven’t had really dry patches on my face, and I think using facial oils has a lot to do with it.
  • If your lipstick is drying out your lips, use a very light layer of Vaseline as a lip primer! This also makes the lipstick go on smoother – I’ve been using this trick for chalky/streaky lipsticks for years. (I told you, Vaseline is a lifesaver.)
  • I know everyone on tumblr is always saying this, but it really is important; you gotta stay hydrated. Drink water. (Drinks like soda actually dehydrate you, so it really does have to be water.) If your skin is just feeling a little dryer than usual, it could be because you just aren’t getting enough water. Increasing your water intake is a really easy, completely free way to help your skin out. 
  • And fyi, these tips aren’t just for girls! If you’re a guy with dry skin, feel free to use any and all of the things I talked about in this post! Taking care of your body is gender neutral and everybody deserves to have nice skin. 
dating sirius black would include...

Originally posted by inoverdosedilui

THIS GIF LITERALLY KILLED ME STOP IT


- literally begging him to let you play with his hair
- “i dunno, love. my hair is very precious to me.”
- “please, sirius. please.”
- you give him the puppy eyes and pout your bottom lip
- “no, no. stop that, please, sweetheart.”
- he gives in pretty quickly after that
- braiding his hair, putting it in a top knot, making him flower crowns, so many things with his hair
- so much jealousy
- “mine.”
- him showing off in animagus form for you
- james and remus roll their eyes
- you just giggle and happily pet him bc dogs
- piggyback rides between classes
- wearing his leather jacket
- him being very very proud 
- “that’s my girl.”
- you literally wear his clothes all the time after that 
- so many inside jokes
- DADDY KINK 
- “such a good girl for daddy, right sweetheart?” fUCK
- having an infatuation with his hands
- “they’re so huge!”
- smirks. “my hands aren’t the only things that’re huge, love.”
- you facepalm. “oh merlin.”
- he’s such a gentleman like all the time
- pulls out your chair, holds every single door open for you, etc etc
- he’s so fussy over you and wants to cater to you 25/7
- “i’m thirsty.”
- “you want water? i’ll get you some, love, stay here.”
- always holding hands
- kissing the top of your head
- you hugging him from behind and rest your head on his back while he talks to friends
- he can’t stop grinning as he talks 
- him teasing you in public 25/7 because he’s horny every second of every day
- you start teasing him as payback
- daddy sirius punishing you for teasing him ;)
- becoming the fifth marauder
- remus is like your best friend
- james is a brother figure to you
- you make sirius a softie
- like he gushes about you to the boys
- “i’ve never felt this way about a girl before. she’s just- bloody hell, i love her.”
- you’re his rock when it comes to his family problems
- and vice versa 
- so much love and fluff and cuteness ugh

Protected | R.M.

Summary: Reggie Mantle grew up protecting what he loved.


I miss you.

You received the text on the first day of school, the instant your baby pink ballet flats maneuvered within the halls of Riverdale High, which were marginally filled with mayhem from everyone’s first day jitters.

Well, not everyone. You, despite your extra pretty face, extra shiny curls, and extra preppy outfit, wore a heavy façade that drooped lower than the Maybelline Fit Me-concealed eye-bags that were situated below your unexplained, cheery eyes that tried to greet everyone with much positivity as possible. As everyone knew your perfect reputation, the happy-go-lucky cheerleader that everyone admired and loved since the day you entered high school. It was never tarnished, so you refused to let a silly break-up move it at all.

You took out your phone and shakily gazed down at the message. It was sent in clear, with no emoji’s or silly grammatical errors. Your nervous fingers moved for you, but your brain was being silly that day and it had no planned response for the text message.

A wave of students accidentally crossed and one of them partially collided against your hardly five feet tall physique, which was a thankful jolt that rattled you off from replying to the text message. You squeezed the iPhone tightly, bearing no mind of the glittery fake diamonds from the phone case bearing harsh indentions against your palm.

The moment you were able to fix your locker and lock it behind you, you immediately set off to find a seat in the gym—hoping that an early departure from the first day madness would create a false sense of comfort from your inevitable fate, which was meeting your ex-boyfriend again subsequently after a summer of trying to forget all about him.


Everyone had always said that you were perfect for Reginald Mantle.

You were a girl blessed with your father’s dominant sloped nose and your mother’s graceful and tiny, ballerina body. Being the only child meant being under the revolving gaze of your mother and father’s watchful eyes twenty-four/seven, and you grew up to be accordingly limpid; yet, at the same time pretentious for you were the heir of one of the wealthiest families in Riverdale.

Reggie was a boy meant for you even before you knew what he was supposed to be. He was a constant person in your life, a fixture caused by your parents and his parents’ meddling. Though, despite your unending play times together and a hired tutor that taught you and him up until you were in middle school, Reggie and you grew up in different paths, in different aspects.

You and Reggie were in the opposite sides of the spectrum. Nevertheless, you were inexplicably drawn to him. He was exactly the same as you, but as the same time, so, so different.

He was difficult to figure out. He had pushed children off swing sets and had hogged all the toy cars to himself as he disliked sharing. You hated the smirk on his face when he teased his inferiors, and still you loved him when he kissed you goodnight. He’d hold you in the softest way possible, muscled arms entrapped around you with touch as light as a feather, and similarly he’d used the same arms dangerously with heated intent at someone else.

You never got why people often told you that he was perfect for you. He was, in your point of view, a mixture of positives and negatives. He was your opposite.

The thing about opposites was that when a unity occurred, it would be a co-existent dependency that held itself with tension.

You loved him more than he loved himself. That was probably the reason why the balance wasn’t right and he pushed himself off, leaving you in the dust.


“Are you alright?” Surprisingly, Cheryl Blossom would be the first person to question you that today. The said Blossom stood above you, her red curls down the right side of her chest, a hand on her hip and a raised eyebrow. You tried to hide the flinch that came with Cheryl’s edged tone, but she assumingly noticed it since she took it herself to sit next to you on that noisy lunch table.

“Talk to me,” she demanded. “I don’t want anyone on my squad to be sadder than my supposed star quality. You cannot rain on my parade on this week’s performance.”

“I’m fine,” you muttered as you picked on your salad.

“[y/n], a stupid boy doesn’t have the right to state your mood status.” She hissed. “There are 7 billion people in the world. God knows how much boys will there be after your life post-Reggie Man—“

“Damn, Cheryl,” You stood up. “I said I’m fine!”

Your words were a little too loud, and laced with anger. The whole open-lawn cafeteria went into a full pregnant pause from your little burst and your eyes betrayed you as it went to a familiar face that you couldn’t just let go off. His smirking, never ceasing, hardly-caring face wavered slightly as he looked your way, as everyone had. He looked down once before pushing his left foot off benched on the seat and faced in the opposite direction, going back into a conversation with Chuck Clayton.

You couldn’t care less what that meant and you sped off from your table, grabbing your cellphone with you. Opening the text message up on your interface, your quivering fingers typed out a reply before hitting send.


“I thought you said I couldn’t see you again,” the tall and handsome boy chuckled as he sat coolly on the stools that they had in Pop’s. His tousled, brown waves would shine into a blondish side under the neon lights of Pop’s infamous signs, and his pretty blue eyes would turn your messy head into a complete haze of white noise. “I missed you,” Jackson voiced out, echoing what he had recently texted you that morning.

It was seven in the evening, and mostly everyone had this night tacked to watch the last screening due for the closing Midnight Drive-In. You had thought to go but you knew that it would simply be another place that would haunt you again with memories that happened in the arms of a familiar stranger.

“I couldn’t resist,” you whispered zealously, biting your lip, then striding towards him until both of your faces had no space with each other. He kissed back passionately, and you followed along in accord, ignoring the way your heart bleated in a monotonous fashion, like it was a routine you followed every morning. Fingers tracing down his rugged, jean jacket, you stopped as it went to a tracing on his arm. A tattoo of a dangerous serpent.

“Watch it,” he pushed himself off you and went to slip down his sleeves. “Any good ‘ole folk wouldn’t wanna see that snake on a young thing’s skin.”

“A young thing, huh?” You titled your head, letting him caress your cheek. It made you feel like being touched by an intruder. You held your tongue from stating that out loud. “I heard that your buddies are over at the drive-in tonight.”

“—yeah,” the handsome, rugged boy agreed, holding your hand like a whisper. “But you’re much better than any movie, let’s agree. Pretty and innocent [y/n][y/l/n].”

“If my father saw you with me,” you told him with a trace of a smile hinting on your lips while leading the boy down to a booth. “He would freak,” you ended with a pendulous but crude smirk, as the feeling of going behind your parents’ back often created a brilliant feeling of teenage rebellion.

However, the light that would go unperturbed that night beneath the luminescence of you with the boy from the Serpents would go back unlit as a sudden burst of unexpected customers walked in the empty Pop’s.

It was a famous group of blue and yellow hues, the king, the boy in between the boisterous and rowdy laughs, and you couldn’t help but shake as his eyes immediately turned toward the serpent and your contumacious self.

“[y/n]?” Reggie Mantle took it upon himself to breeze through the rows of booths with a face of disbelief, his voice rising. And as you expected, anger rising as his comical face slowly slipped to stone cold when his eyes landed on the lingering fingers of the serpent teenager on your arm. “Who the hell is he?”  

“Fuck off, Reggie,” you glared, bringing yourself to whisper to your current partner beside you, “Ignore him.” You tried your best to act a casual as possible, though the sudden racing of your heart that went with the way your ex-boyfriend stared at you in a mix of hardening confusion and indignation.

The other football players were left in a fit of widening eyes as Reggie, in impulsion, went and grabbed your arm in fury, “I’m taking you home.”

And it was a laughable scene, provided that you have been in witness in a circumstance like this before; on the contrary, you were always behind him before, supporting him like a good girlfriend. Until now.

Reggie showed the chaos within him through the bones between his knuckles—several scars made proof of that. Now, you were his enemy, the one that caused the fire beneath his eyes. The booths made a guarded ring.

“What the hell, man—“ The serpent boy scoffed before Reggie snapped and gripped and landed a good punch with no regret on the other boy’s face. That started a full-blown fight, which lead pandemonium where Moose, Chuck, and several others hurriedly tried to pull the Asian off the other boy. Reggie’s blows were pernicious, and over the yells of the football team trying to stop the fight, the only thing you could do was watch everything in horror.


“—fighting on public property, what on earth caused you to do that?!” And Mrs. Mantle let out a startled shriek and tried to shield her son as Mr. Mantle gave a tumultuous slap on Reggie’s already bruising face. You gripped your jacket, feeling the cotton and thinking of it as abrasive as hooves, guilt going off you in waves as the only thing you could do was watch the aftermath unfold in the Mantle estate, where you had been protectively ushered off to with your parents and Sheriff Keller due to Pop’s emergency dial.

“This is getting out of hand,” Reggie’s father continued, a harsher than stern look on his purple face. Yanking back his hand, his gaze shot to you, which you couldn’t bear to hold longer than a second. “This boy has been nothing but trouble this year—I swear, this was the last straw, Reginald. I need to ship him to board—“

“It was my fault,” you found your voice, hurried and not gentle at all—willing to cross out the guilt killing your tightening chest. Your parents’ tension-heavy faces whipped their heads to you, their protected daughter that could hardly do no wrong in this world. “I came there with Jackson—“

“No, I fought him, she had nothing to do with th—“ Reggie hastily claimed, harsh and scarily void of emotion. He was seemingly too callous from responding to his father—and you had realized that this could have been happening more so than none and that this boy could have grown up this way, and while your heart was pouring from hearing him protect you, you knew that it was your call to turn things around.

“No,” you squeaked, hearing yourself panic. “I guess I was being rebellious, I met up with Jackson, and – and- “ You eyed your father. “He was with me and Reggie saw me and Jackson did something and he got provoked,” you finished, lying. You looked at Reggie, and he gazed at you, turmoil and hurt swirling in his eyes.

That led to a tension-filled silence. You closed your eyes, and could hear the sounds of Reggie’s father’s footsteps going off to a direction. Somewhere that’s not here, of course.


“Sorry, that shouldn’t have happened,” he would tell you days later, smirk latched to his lips like a boy to a candy bar. He’d say it would no feeling, no emotion, as if he wasn’t someone that was in what happened and he was merely a person who’d heard of what happened.

The memory of his father slapping him because of you would haunt you forever, and your eyes would wander to his cheek not due to any romantic purpose, but the ache of wondering how much it hurt to protect you, a person he shouldn’t even be caring for anymore.

“I’m sorry,” you ignored his first statement, and spat out what you needed to say. The hallways were empty. “I was being petty. I wanted to—“ The words were dignified to be stated out in the open. “I wanted to forget about you.”

His silence mocked you. The 6’3 handsome and usually word-y jock—the boy you really, just really, really loved, gazed at you as if your turbulence, though with a slip of concern on his façade. You continued, lips burning with words you only imagined you would say in a dream, “You hurt me, Reggie. I hated you for making me spend a summer without you. So, yeah. I did something. I slept with that douchebag, that serpent, just to forget about you. So, fuck you.”

The response was instant. An utter storm shadowed over his face. “Fuck me? Fuck me? Are you fucking kidding me?” His fingers wrapped tightly around his coifed hair, eyes blazing with chasms of void and anger. “The only thing I ever did was goddamn protect you! If you hadn’t been so stupid, you wouldn’t be in this mess. I shouldn’t have protected you from the start if it was going to lead this way.”

“Protected me from the start?” You questioned, beckoned with hatred.

“Yes! I’ve always been protecting you. I love you, [y/n]. So much. The reason I ended things is because you were going to end up broadcasted on this shitty book and—“ Reggie sighed and you looked at him confusingly. He stepped forward, “Look, last year I was in hell. My dad caught me doing some stupid shit and he was going to blame it on you. I needed to protect you, it was instinct. I had to break up with you because I couldn’t bear the guilt that—“

This time, it was your turn to slap him. Reggie snapped his head back at you, shocked.

“You stupid jerk,” your body shook from relief and at the same time, numbness. “You couldn’t have at least told me about that? I literally cried for a week because I thought I wasn’t good enough for you, the great Reggie freaking Mantle.”

Reggie stared at what only could have been eons, before shaking his head and returning a soft gaze that was only for you. “I’m sorry.”

You could shake your head as he placed out his warm hand next to yours, swirling and wrapping it around yours in the gentlest way possible.


It was an epiphany, when you looked at him and you had finally seen a glimpse of an extent that he would do for you. The balance was off and you had thought of it in the wrong way.

He loved you more than he loved himself.


omg i’m so sorry. whenever i write i’d always get so carried away with excessive details and annoying character musings!!! please tell me what you think! feel free to reblog or like or message me! always open to hear what you guys think huehue. :) 

Being the Mom Friend Out of All of the Avengers Would Include
  • Shutting down every fight
  • “Thor, if you leave that hammer on the toilet seat one more time I swear I will send you back to Asgard!”

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  • “Steve, Tony, can you two just shut up for like two minutes?”
  • Steve attempting to give you that sad puppy dog eyebrow look but you just glaring and him immediately leaving the room

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  • “Tony, go to your room”
  • “You can’t send me to my-”
  • -insert the signature mom warning look here-
  • Tony actually going to his room then apologizing to whoever he had just been arguing with

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  • “Clint, please stop perching on the chairs and sit on them like a human being and not a bird. Just because you have the word “hawk” in your name doesn’t mean you get to act like one”

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  • The only person who can successfully give you the puppy dog eyes is Bucky
  • Having a soft spot for Bruce and also Bucky, protecting them with all your heart

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  • Sam is like the favorite child that you refuse to admit is your favorite, but he’s knows

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  • Making everyone feel better when the flu goes around with warm blankets from the dryer, soup, Gatorade, popsicles, tea, fluffed up pillows, and their favorite movies
  • Watching out for everyone in the battlefield
  • Making sure everyone has Advil and Gravol when they’re drunk, no matter how wasted you are
  • “Wanda, please stop pushing things through the floor, it’s getting expensive”
  • Wanda has accidentally called you Mom/Dad before

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  • Everyone being extremely picky with who you date because, to them, no one is good enough for you
  • “Peter Parker, where is your jacket? Do you realize how cold it is out there? Do you want to catch a cold?”

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  • Everyone’s heart breaking when you’re sad, since you’re seen as the strong one
  • Embarrassing them each chance you get
  • Being the only one besides Natasha to know about Clint’s family
  • Being Natasha’s shoulder to cry on and favorite gossip buddy when she needs it most

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  • Giving everyone pep talks before missions
  • Giving everyone pep talks when they go on first dates, too
  • Trying to set up the single members of the team with attractive strangers
  • Singing along to 80s pop music in the most crowded aisles at grocery stores, mostly to embarrass whoever you are with (this works on Steve the best)
  • Loving them like family, and vise versa
Who is D.O?

♡ Do kyungsoo

♡ “penguin”

♡ Also “satansoo”

♡ A free soul

♡ I wanna say that god really took his time on him

♡ he looks good in whatever he wears

♡ is nice and kind towards people

♡ soft voice 

♡ is good at acting

♡ cooks

♡ everybody loves him

♡ *cries while hugging a plush penguin*

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

♡ He’s actually the devil

♡ Suho is savage but he is compared nothing to kyungsoo

♡ “Chanyeol,you’re not funny”

♡ “If I open my mouth you’re finished”

♡”It’s not even funny so just move on” to suho

♡ “It’s true that i don’t talk much but that was just me ignoring you” to chan

he really hates him lol

♡ “The situation of two people liking each other hurts my head and i don’t like it”

♡ “I wish chen would be more serious.He’s no fun”

♡ “Do you even have friends?” to an actress

Originally posted by 3x0ismystyle

♡ People think that he’s staring at them

♡ but actually has a bad eyesight

♡ wears glasses

but i’m pretty sure he stares at people like that

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

♡ I’m telling y’all he’s no joke

♡ You may not believe it but he’s a lost penguin in real life

♡ A wise man once said “squishy”

♡ He’s soooooooo cute

♡ So fluffy

Originally posted by emommoma

♡ He used to disagree with the fact that he’s super cute but he accepted it in Ex’ordium Seoul Dot

*screams fuck yes and awwww at the same time*

♡ He is a ball made full of fluff,cutesy and love

♡ He is the actor of exo along with lay

♡ He hangs out with all those hot actors out there

Kim woo bin and minho

♡ Park Shin Hye

♡ In an interview,Lee Kwang Soo said that Kim woo Bin loves him so much

♡ “to the point where he’ll say kyungsoo my dear love,where are you?”

♡ Kim woo bin also said that their group chat went wild when Hyung was the most watched movie in korea for 3 weeks

♡ THEY HAVE A GROUP CHAT Y’ALL

♡ NO I’M NOT FUCKING JEALOUS

♡ Won 3 awards for his acting

♡ Is now filming a musical 

♡ includes tap dance

♡ He is famous of

♡ He also cooks well

he is literally perfect

♡ He was the one who cooked for the members since their debut

♡ I bet he still does

♡ He actually has to

♡ Coz

♡ His voice is smooth as fuck

♡ soft as honey

♡ He literally has a voice from heaven

♡ “Tell me what is love”

♡ No more words needed

♡ Also sang for his movie Hyung

♡ “Scream” CART OST

♡ Has a blessed voice

♡ His relationship with members

Here we go booiiii

♡ He hates Chanyeol

♡ so much

♡ but loves him as much

♡ still,hates him

♡ They’re tom and jerry

♡ They actually have a love relationship behind all those fights

and chokings

♡ Every exo-l’s heart flutters when we see both of them happily getting on together

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

♡ Chanyeol confessed him many times

♡ choose him whenever on whichever event

♡ ksoo rejected

♡ coz he got kai

♡ or chan is already his secret one-night-stand

Originally posted by moontaevhyung

kaisoo

♡ the real shit

♡ He’s a hoe for kai

♡ A really big one

♡ Kai is also a hoe for ksoo

♡ they’re the married couple along with xiuchen

♡ they don’t hide it

♡ they stare at each other

♡ they dance to playboy together

♡ they mention about each other on a individual broadcast

♡ they actually have fun together

♡ they seriously have a lovely relationship

Originally posted by k-craze

♡ happy penguin and his ethereal husband

♡ He is yet another member of exo who looks like a korean god

Originally posted by noutsuretho

♡ kaisoo strikes again

♡ The thing about him is that he can go sexysoo to fluffy penguin in 0.2 seconds

Originally posted by theonly-vagina-kyungsoo-will-fuk

♡ See?

♡ He literally looks so good in anything

♡ A coat

♡ A jacket

♡ A shirt

No shirt

♡ Pantless soo is my new fav thing

♡ He looks gooooooood

♡ His dance is amazing

♡ isn’t appreciated enough

Originally posted by ohyaahkkaebsong

♡ is the member who’s forced to do embarrassing stuff but ends up being cute

Originally posted by minniedeer

♡ He has a lovely relationship with any member who isn’t trying to be funny

Originally posted by im-a-loser-carry-on

♡ If you watch an exo interview,it may seem like soo only loves kai and yixing

the truth

♡ He adores every member

♡ He also loves Yoo jae suk

♡ He’s the only exo member who didn’t show his abs and dyed his hair

♡ P R O T E C T  T H I S  B O Y 

♡ He’s the squishy satan who we all love and protect

♡ And even though he doesn’t say all the time,he appreciates all of exols and loves us so much

♡ just like we love him

Originally posted by jonginssoo

accidentalkilljoys  asked:

okay but what if Derek was a hug deliveryman and Stiles ordered a hug

“Stiles Stilinski?”

Stiles looks up, his mouth dropping open when he reaches the pinnacle of stubbled beauty that is the man’s face. 

“Oh wow,” he says, “wow, I would not have called the leather.” 

“Excuse me?” 

Stiles kind of wants to marry his eyebrows. There’s something kind of Bronte about them, dark and brooding, like they could carry him across a windswept moor. He might be wearing a dress in this scenario. He’s comfortable in his masculinity. 

“You’re a little later than I was expecting -” he raises an eyebrow, his pause expectant. 

“Derek.”

“Derek, right. I am running late for forensics, Derek, so we’ll do the whole getting to know you thing next time, okay?” Stiles pushes his chair back with a hideous screech and regards him for a second. He figures, first time, he should probably go with the clasped hands back pounding bro-hug, only under the leather jacket there’s a forest-green henley that just looks like it smells really good, and Stiles has never been good with temptation. He slides his arms between the henley and the jacket, steps in close, presses himself against body heat and a certain rigidity that melts pretty quickly into Derek’s arms around his back, perfect pressure, snuggly bliss. 

Stiles steps back and beams

“That was - shit, perfect. Thanks, Derek.” 

“Yeah,” Derek says. He looks bemused, almost dazed. Stiles’d go in for round two only he catches sight of a clock over Derek’s shoulder and swears, slings his bag over his shoulder, runs

*

He honestly does know better than to hang out on Craigslist, Scott, he does, but where can you go wrong with a hug delivery service? That’s like hating puppies, Scott. Why would you hate the puppies? 

Scott, sounding frustrated and a little worried and kinda reluctantly amused, insists that he doesn’t hate the puppies. 

Right, Stiles agrees, because all of his plans are amazing and a hug delivery service couldn’t possibly be wrong. Right? 

It’s so much easier to read agreement into everything Scott says when they’re only calling. There are unexpected advantages to college. 

(There’s a weird email, apologising for the mix up at the coffee shop. 

Hey, Stiles sends back, I didn’t mind that you were late, no worries. And then, greatly daring, so about getting to know each other…

He honestly does know better than to pass out his actual address on the internet, okay, he does, but… y’know. Puppies.)

*

Derek’s early. 

No leather this time, though, which is thoughtful of him, just a dark red sweater with thumb holes that should possibly be illegal. 

“Hey,” Stiles says, eager and happy and grinning all over his face, and this time it triggers a tiny smile in return. “Hey, Derek.”

“Stiles,” Derek says. “Look -” 

“Are you okay to do this sitting down, this time?”

Derek’s eyebrows huddle together for warmth (the windswept moors will do that to you) but he doesn’t look exactly averse, so Stiles tugs him by the sleeve towards the sinfully comfortable eyesore of a couch, getting him situated in the corner and then leaning back against him, pulling Derek’s arm around him. He tips his head back against Derek’s shoulder and moans, faintly. 

“I swear, Derek,” he says, “you were made for me.” 

Derek doesn’t respond. His arm maybe tightens, a little. 

(A little while later, halfway into Serenity, Stiles thinks he maybe hears knocking at the door, but frankly he’s in the best damn hug of his life thus far and nothing short of fire alarms is getting him out of it.

Derek huffs into his hair. Stiles is taking that as agreement.)

***

Laura turns around when the door opens, cocking her head to one side at her brother’s appearance - he’s flushed, and a little rumpled, and almost smiling

“So,” she says, “did you give the neighbor kid the parcel we took in, yet?” 

Derek glares at her, eyebrows lowering, a wash of bright color cresting on his cheeks. 

“I’m working on it.” The tilting of his mouth looks almost involuntary. “I’ll try again tomorrow,” he says. 

All For Show Part 3

Pair : Steve Rogers x Reader

8. You ask your best friend to pretend to be your boyfriend for your sisters couples dinner party. Requested by anon.

Warning : Language?
Word Count : 956

A/N : Want to be tagged? Let me know before the tagging group closes!! 

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“H-Hey. Hi–”

“You’re probably wondering why I’m here.” Riley chuckled, cutting Steve off.

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you are my sunshine (i tried)

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

Error felt at ease with the soft sound of inks voice filling his ears(?) in a calming matter. Error was laying on his back with his head in inks lap slowly getting rocked back and forward while ink was sing a familiar tune which seemed to put all errors nerves into a relaxed mode as he just laid there with his eyes closed listening to the voice he loved most.

You make me happy when skies are gray

error wanted to smile at the cheesy song ink was singing maybe tease him about it a little. But when he tried to open his mouth words didn’t come out, only a little whimper got escape his teeth. Error frowned. why couldn’t he speak? and why did he throat hurt? Error thought to himself as he started noticing the burning feeling at the bottom of his neck which was slowly making its way up to his mouth.

You’ll never know dear, how much I love you

Error tried to move so he could get up and maybe get a drink but he could only move his fingers and maybe lift his arms a little. He felt heavy so heavy what’s going on? Ink why can’t I move?  He tried again so speak, to move, anything but all he could do was open his eyes a little and see inks blurry from above him.

Please don’t take my sunshine aw-ay

his voice broke on the last word, followed by a soft sob which were slowly growing louder and louder. Was ink … crying? Error started panicking a little now, ink almost never cried. Ink starts mumbling soft words in between his sobs, error could only make out few of the words. “I’m … sorry ……… error ….. hang ……. say…….don’t die” die? Was somebody dying? Is that why in was crying? Oke stupid question that was probably what was going on, but who how could be the person ink would cry over like this? … unless

The it hit error, memories came flooding back into his mind. The argument between them, ink going after error, hiding in another au not wanting to confront ink, the angry people wanting error away, the mean words, not being able to escape, the hit.

Error was dying.      

No.

No, he can’t. he doesn’t want to die, not jet. Fear took over errors senses, fear of leaving this world alone, fear of leaving ink alone. He doesn’t want to go now he finally has something to hold dear.

He tried to move again, to reach up or get a hold on something, anything. but he only became painfully aware of how numb his body really was, like every body part was asleep and never walking up again with a thick heavy blanket over himself that he couldn’t push of. And it was slowly getting worse, starting by his toots making its way up bit by bit.

Ink must have noticed how error was struggling, because he gently lifted his head out of his lap careful not to jolts him and moved him a bit higher up to his face, this way error could see ink clearly even though at that moment he wish he couldn’t.

Inks face did bring a sense of clam over error but a wave of sadness as well. Ink had his eyes almost closed, tears constantly seeping out from the little space they could and slowly making their way down his cheeks dripping into his scarf and sometimes on error.

With his the little energy he had error tried to speak again, maybe now he was closer to ink he could actually hear him. So he opened his mouth and spoke in a breathy barely audibly voice.

“ink”

Inks eyes snapped open looking down to error with big eyes as if he couldn’t believe he was still alive much less speaking to him.

“error you’re awake”

Ink spoke in a voice that didn’t really fit him. A sad one like there was no hope anymore, error didn’t like this voice on him.

“why do you sound so sad?”

Error tried his best to speak clearly but it just tired him out faster, he needed to be more careful picking his words.

“b-because” ink paused a for a minute looking for the right words to say. “because I don’t know what to do error” another sob followed by some fresh tears going down his cheeks.

“please don’t die don’t leave me alone error” ink got out between hiccups and heavy breaths trying to get his breathing under control so he could speak clearly.

Error tried to get the last of his strength together and raised his hand a little up to inks face but right when he got his hand halfway up it almost fell down again if it wasn’t for ink taking a hold of it and bring it up to his face.

He gently Pressed errors hand against his cheek, nuzzling into it a little. making sure to keep it there as long as he could. “please” ink murmured in a small voice “I don’t want to be alone again”.

Error didn’t know what to say, but then what do you say when you’re dying in your “boyfriends” arms. “hey it’s going to be oke” nailed it. (nice one error)

Ink chuckled, he acutely chuckled. “you really aren’t the best with words error” error had to agree with that one “I know” he murmured weakly.

His voice was growing more and more tired, Like his body was growing more and more limp and right now both ink and error are well known of that fact. All there is to it is to say goodbye now.

“hey skittles” ink let out an amused breath at the nickname “yeah?” error took a deep breath “can you do me a favour?” error slowly moved his thump over inks cheek bone gently wiping away some of the tears that were still flowing down.

“of course what is it?” the numb feeling was at errors waist now (work with me here) but he managed to show a little smile “remember me oke”  inks eyes widened a little “w-what do you mean I’m no…” his words got cut of but error covering his mouth.

“sing with me”

Error started humming the same tune ink was sing to error a little while ago. It was low and maybe a bit raspy but ink could still hear error was starting where he left of so he didn’t want to take this away from error and started singing again.

You told me once, dear, you really loved me

Error smiled, inks voice once again putting his nerves to ease.

He kept humming.

And no one else could come between.

The numbness was taking over fully now, he could feel himself slowly disappear.

He was still humming.

But now you’ve left me and love another.

Error stopped humming.

You have shattered all of my dreams.

His hand fell but never hit the ground.

You are…

 “goodbye ink…. I love you”

 A loud cry slipped from inks teeth he clutched errors jacket against his chest pressing his nose (?) into the only thing there’s left of him now.

 “I won’t forget error” he cried into the jacket careful, to not let his tears black tears stain the fabric.

 “I promise”

 “I love you too”  

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well this took me a lot longer the i wanted but yeah stuff happens

anyway here you go this is dased around a drawing you made sorry i can’t really rememder which one it was

sorry for the mistakes hope you like it

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Unu says: OMG THIS. I CRIED. I GENUINELY CRIED. IDK HOW BUT YOU DID IT. GOOD JOB! THANK YOU SO MUCH, I LOVE THIS ONE!

I’d like to address the whole “bottom/top” BS I’m seeing in this fandom and other fandoms with m/m ships, as a gay man myself. And I’m going to do it in the only way I know how.

Here’s my husband and I. We’re the same in terms of body structure, and he’s only well-shaven because his job requires it, but he loves facial hair as much as I do. I love to cook and bake (I like making things that are pretty and taste good), and he loves to grill. I stay home with our child while he’s at work, and he takes care of our child in the mornings so I can sleep. We share the chores. He likes ripped jean jackets, and I like leather jackets and peacoats. We both like masculine and feminine jewelry. I cuss up a storm, and he only does so when he’s reached his limits. He likes high heels and nail polish, and I’ve once upon time worn skirts, dresses, and make up. We both burp, fart, scratch places we shouldn’t in public. We take turns spooning each other. I take care of the bills. We’re both fiercely protective.

Who’s top and who’s bottom?

Would it anger you if I told you differently than what you answered, and that you most likely sat there and determined based on heteronormative stereotypes?

It doesn’t matter what we look like, or who we are – the bedroom is a different world. We don’t ascribe to the “who’s female and who’s male” mentality. Why does our level of masculinity or femininity determine our sex life?

Why does it seem to determine the sex lives of m/m fictional couples?

Hannibal Lecter being a bottom has nothing to do with him being an “alpha” male. It is not degrading for any man to be a bottom. ANY man. And the fact that so many people become enraged that someone writes a very masculine character as a bottom disgusts me. Men of all types like to bottom, and it’s mostly to due with pleasure.

Shut the hell up and get over it.

“But I prefer…”

Listen. You can prefer certain kinks, you can prefer vanilla sex, you can prefer no penetration, or any sex of any kind (asexuals are awesome). But for god’s sake, stop fighting about tops and bottoms. It’s incredibly uncomfortable as a gay man to see these fights, and to feel such profound shame that people believe men like me or my husband would never ‘take it up the ass’ because of some stereotypical, heteronormative bullshit reasons.

Read bottom Hannibal, don’t read bottom Hannibal. Don’t read top or bottom of whatever character. I don’t care. But just STOP looking at M/M relationships through hetero/cisgender goggles!
Irresistible

Request: Hi!! I’ve recently watched the clip again of Sebastian Stan flirting with Sharon Stone haha can you do an imagine where Seb’s gf is an actress. And Seb and his gf is invited to guest on James Corden’s show but they didn’t know that the gf’s celebrity crush would also be there and when he comes on she gets all giggly or something and Sebastian’s all jealous but in a joking way???

Word Count: 568

Warnings: flirting? Lol

A/N: I couldn’t stop smiling while writing this - hope you like it!


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Why Danny Rand is the Best Boy: Defenders Edition

-Takes the love of his life on a six month honeymoon wherein they track down the Hand from country to country and beat them up

-Meditates and uses an old ass ipod from his childhood when he could easily buy a new one

-his winterwear is just more piled on hobo jackets

-shares Married Looks with Colleen often

-when called out on his privilege he goes “oh shit, good idea” and then goes and uses his privilege to find out more info about Midland Circle

-calls Colleen to let her know that he is safe after getting attacked by the Hand

-Gets excited about cheap Chinese food and encourages everyone to eat while they discuss teaming up

-literally told that he is the only thing the Hand wants and tells the others that they need to come up with a plan- gets knocked out by Jessica and tied to a chair and still refers to her as “our Jessica” when comparing her to a dragon

-Ditches Bakuto as soon as he sees Colleen hurt

-uses Luke as a human shield when getting shot at (lol)

-asked that Misty be looked after at the hospital for free because she helped Colleen in her fight against Bakuto and got hurt

-Blames himself for Matt dying in the explosion even though he had nothing to do with it at all

-still the sweetest human being on the planet who needs to be protected at all costs

Birthday Cake (Evan/Connor)

This is dedicated to @connorxxmurphy and her wonderful cake! This is for you! 

—–

Evan hummed to himself as he stirred the cake batter. Soft instrumental music played in the background as the oven beeped, signifying that it was preheated.

Evan was making a cake for his boyfriend. Ever since he was little, Evan has always enjoyed baking, but now he had a reason to make a birthday cake for someone!

“How are you doing, Hon?” Heidi poked her head into the kitchen. Evan smiled warmly at her, and started to pour the batter into the pan.

“Good, Mom. It should be ready around 6, and Con and I are having a date here at 7.” He said. Heidi beamed.

“I will get out of the house by then, in that case, don’t want to ruin a special birthday date!” Heidi walked over to her son and rubbed his arms. “Do you have anything else planned for tonight?”

“Yup. Ordering pizza, and I have his favorite movie. For a gift, I got him a new hoodie, and the cake.”

“Aw, Evan, you are the sweetest boyfriend. Connor is going to love it.” Heidi gave Evan a small kiss on the cheek, one last arm squeeze, and walked out of the kitchen. Evan put the pan full of cake batter in the oven, and set the timer.

As he started to make the frosting, Evan let his thoughts travel. Connor and Evan had been dating for about five months now, every day better than the last, but this was the first birthday they had spent together. Evan wanted it to be perfect, and the one thing he knew for sure that he could make perfectly was cake. He hoped that Connor liked his new hoodie as well. Evan has been guilty of stealing a few (or more) of his boyfriend’s hoodies, but he couldn’t help it! All of his hoodies were constantly warm and smelled like Connor.

Evan finished the frosting (It was a regular green frosting with a hint of a mint taste) and set it to the side. The cake still have 10 minutes to bake, so texting Connor seemed like the most attractive idea right now.

Evan: hey connor!

Evan: how does it feel to be an old man now? youre officially 18!!

Connor: i kinda want to take a nap

Evan: con… its 5:30 in the evening, plus we have our special birthday date at 7… pls dont sleep

Connor: bah humbug

Evan: babe…. Thats christmas

Connor: what are you up to?

Evan: stuff hbu

Connor: very specific

Evan: shut up

Connor: im gonna take a shower i will text you when im on my way to your house

Evan: okie dokie!! See you soon!!

Evan put down his phone. There was a few more minutes on the cake, so Evan pulled out the rest of his supplies. He would need to wait for the cake to cool before frosting, but Evan was always impatient when it came to baking.

A mint bar, some sprinkles and more green food dye. Connor liked mint, so Evan couldn’t help but go all out for his boyfriend.

An hour later, everything was set up. The cake was frosted, and was sitting in the fridge (to hide from Connor). Evan had ordered the pizza, and it should arrive around the same time that Connor comes over. Evan’s phone buzzed.

Connor: i know im early but is it cool if i come over now

Evan: of course

Connor: see you in ten?

Evan: yes!

Almost exactly eight minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

“Coming!” Evan said, shoving the cake haphazardly into the fridge. Heidi came downstairs as Evan reached the door. He opened the door with great flourish. “Happy birthday Connor!” He shouted as his boyfriend came into view.

Connor was wearing his standard black hoodie and jeans. His hair was pulled back into a bun, and he was smiling.

“Thank you! How are you doing, babe?” Connor stepped into the house, giving Evan a quick kiss on the lips. Heidi walked in, and hugged Connor.

“Happy birthday!” Heidi said. Connor smiled. “Now, I will get out of your hair. Have fun you two!” In a flash, Heidi was gone.

“Ready to watch the movie?” Evan asked, grabbing Connor’s hand. Connor beamed at him, and let his boyfriend lead the way.

A few hours and a pizza later, Evan had decided that it was time for gifts.

“Babe, you really didn’t need to get me anythi-” Connor tried to protest as Evan ran out of the room to get his gift.

“Shush!” Evan called back, grabbing the hoodie. He didn’t bother wrapping it. “Happy birthday, Connor!” Evan wasn’t going to lie, he almost felt jealous about the look of pure joy that Connor had on his face when he saw the jacket.

“Evan!” Connor had simply exclaimed before slipping the jacket on. It was a good fit, amid the sleeves that went a little past Connor’s hands. “Thank you so much!” Evan kissed Connor before standing up again.

“I got one more thing for you,” He said before going into the kitchen. This time, Connor didn’t protest, only watched him go with wide eyes.

Evan brought out the cake with obvious pride. Connor’s jaw dropped as Evan placed the cake on the table in front of him.

“Ev…” Connor said in a breathy voice. Evan lit one of the candles that was placed in the center and sat down next to Connor.

“Happy birthday to you,” He started to sing softly. Evan was by no means a talented singer, but this was a special occasion. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Connor, happy birthday to you!” Evan kissed Connor’s cheek and rested his chin on Connor’s shoulder. “Make a wish babe.”

Connor started to lean towards the cake but instead turned to Evan and kissed him deeply. It was only when Connor pulled away that Evan realized that Connor was crying. He quickly blew out the candle and hugged Evan tightly burying his face in Evan’s shirt.

“Hey. what is wrong?” Evan asked softly, feeling panicked. Did he not like the cake? Instead of responding, Connor just shook his head. After a few moments, Connor inhaled a shuddering breath and pulled out of the hug. Evan was quick to wipe away Connor’s tears. “Is it the cake? Is it too much?”

Connor laughed a watery laugh. “No, it’s not the cake. It is just, no one has ever done this much for my birthday, like ever. It means a lot to me.” Evan smiled, and moved close to his boyfriend.

“Alway, Connor. If I could, I would get the moon for you.” At Evan’s words, Connor smiled brightly, and kissed him. “Now, let’s get some cake, okay?”

Yondu trying to impress you would include :

(Woooo more prompts! AAAAAWWWW YONDU BAEEE 😍😍😍 I’m impressed boo! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

-Him having his eyes on you for a while and knowing that he’ll have to make you his before anyone thinks of taking you away

-Him getting the attention of his crew members with his booming voice, only to look for you in the room and wink at you, bragging subtly about how he’s in charge on the ship

-Him whistling his Yaka arrow towards you to show you how great of a whistler he is, only to end up drawing some elaborate things, going as far as to draw a heart to hint you at his feelings

-Him casually bragging to you about how cool and amazing he is from all the adventures he’s had, only to tell you that the real main reason behind all of it is because he’s “Marry Poppins”

-Him asking Peter for some interesting facts he might have about Earth, in order to have things to talk to you about, only to end up trying to impress you with his odd knowledge of pop culture from the 80’s

-Him piloting the ship with only one hand as you’d walk over to see him, smirking as he’d look up at you and do some crazy turns, only to sometimes having to recollect himself and ending up making you laugh instead

-Him showing you and telling you about each of his trinkets on his control console, and how the cutest one is favorite because it reminds him of someone he loves, making it obvious with his looks and words that he means you

-Him always butting in to help you hold the heavier things, only to always take his jacket off as he tries to show off his arms as much as he can, giving you looks at the corner of his eyes to try and catch your attention

-Him telling you how he raise a Terran boy on his own and how much of a good catch he is because of that, only to go further with his argument and bring you Peter, saying that he’s the Terran boy and that you have to be impress by that

-Him bringing you to the prettiest galaxy that he knows of to show you how far he could go for you, only to ask if you like it and getting so excited when you do that he ends up confessing to you that he’s in love with you

No Strings (VIII)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3,609

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

Originally posted by ulikethischain

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reaction to their crush falling asleep on their shoulder

(A/N - aaa sorry for not posting all week!! I hope this is alright!!)


Jinho

jinho wouldn’t notice you were sleeping at first so he’d carry on talking to you but when he realised he was basically have a conversation with himself he’d look down at you and he’d get so soft and giggly when he realised you were sleeping on him!!

Hui

hui would look at you with so much love in his eyes!! he would honestly be so happy that you felt comfortable enough with him to fall asleep and he’d tried to carefully move you so you were in a better position so you wouldn’t hurt your neck

Hongseok

hongseok wouldnt want to move in case he disturbed you so he’d be perfectly okay with sitting still for as long as you were sleeping. he would think it was the sweetest thing and instead of just sitting there awkwardly, he’d rest his head on yours gently and fall asleep with you!!

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anonymous asked:

Hey there :) was just wondering if you could maybe do a list of high school sterek au's where Derek and stiles are the same age or quite near in age. cheers ^ω^

the lunch table configuration by thepsychicclam

When Isaac makes Derek switch lunch tables, the last thing Derek expected was to fall for Stiles.

John Hughes Did Not Direct My Life by nascentgalaxies

Stiles and Derek are childhood friends who drifted apart. When Stiles joins the lacrosse team against his will, the universe (with a little help from Laura and Lydia) chooses to push them back together.

Talk Geeky to Me by stilesanderek

Derek and Stiles are the most typical combo of nerd plus geek two teenage boys could be; and as stereotypical as they could ever get, they’re each other’s only friend. That usually doesn’t bother Stiles much, Derek is the best best friend he could ever hope to have, but sometimes when he thinks about his fate of possibly not having his first kiss until college, he starts wishing he had a few more friends–or at least more people who were a bit more interested in him other than when they need to copy his notes.

In a fit of curiosity about how kissing feels like, Stiles proposes Derek that they each be the other’s first kiss–strictly platonic, of course. But afterwards, Stiles can’t stop noticing how hot Derek is, can’t stop thinking about kissing and touching him.

OR

The five times Derek and Stiles “fake” kiss and one time they take things further.

Oh God, He’s Hot by lupus

When Stiles came home a couple of days before junior year started from a summer away, he was a little more than excited to see his best friend Derek, especially now that he’d finally gotten the courage to act upon his long standing crush on the guy. There’s just one problem; somewhere in the span of three months puberty hit Derek like the bus hit Regina George and all of the sudden Derek is hot.
And Stiles isn’t the only one who’s noticed.

Accidentally in Love by Scruffy_Wolf

Derek has spent his summer vacation crushing on the Sheriff’s son Stiles Stilinski, mostly from afar, but then when school starts suddenly Stiles is sitting next to him in Chemistry and inviting him around to his place after school.

Derek’s not sure what gives but he’s certain that Laura’s behind it.

The Lawn Ranger by Snowjob

In which Derek is an adolescent werewolf with a penchant for chocolate bunnies, and instead of the dream summer of lazing around the house playing video games and nibbling on his hoarded supply of easter candy his mother makes him get a job.

In which Stiles is a showoff jock with a broken arm and an embarrassing crush who can no longer push the lawn mower around the yard

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World’s Best Pie

This is my submission for @avasmommy224 #JennsBirthdayChallenge

My prompt is: “I’ll have what she’s having”

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,600

Warning: Smut, a lot of it

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“World’s best pie,” Dean muttered as he pulled into the small diner’s parking lot. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

Grabbing a seat at the counter Dean looked to the specials board. A loud sensual groan snapped his head around. His jaw dropped a little at the sight of you. Eyes rolling into your head as it felt back, a look of pure satisfied bliss on your face.

As your eyes opened you immediately went bright red when you found a gorgeous man at the counter staring at you. “Sorry, it’s just really good pie. Like, we’re talking orgasmically good here!”

“Yeah I’ll bet, it sounds like you just had one!” his face went bright red as his eyes got wide. “Oh my god I am so sorry! I shouldn’t have said that. I’m just gonna turn around now and mind my own business.”

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I went through all the times Dark made an appearance in yesterday’s videos again, including the old ones (don’t blink, don’t move and relax). Here are my thoughts (this turned out way longer than planned, and it’s not even all, yay for way to much theorizing?):

If you’ve found the Exit video, you know that after you go through the door, you see Dark smiling at you and you get put back into prison. Dark made the loop. Like @caustic-synishade​ pointed out here (and Mark “confirmed”): he wants you to get stuck in the game. Now I was thinking, why the prison? Mark even said at the beginning that he’s seen us before, so that would make more sense right? But consider this: the only way you can get Mark killed in the game, without Dark making a clear appearance, is by choosing to split up. That event only occurs when you escape the prison again, Dark wants you to find this other option. This way, you make it easier for him to take over. He doesn’t even have to go through all of the trouble of killing Mark, you took care of that. (More on Dark taking over later)

Originally posted by septicpotato

So, Dark makes a clear appearance when you choose the Horror play in the theatre. There are some (okay, way too many) things that caught my attention regarding his powers. First, Mark disappears. Dark appears on the stage, your vision gets stretched and weird. Next thing you know, you’re somewhere else, with Dark in front of you. This, suddenly appearing somewhere else, happens a lot in the videos with and without Dark. The ones with Dark are more sudden, unlike the other ones, where Mark hugs you, puts his hands before your eyes, etc. I think he also did this during the Exit video, like I pointed out before, when you are suddenly put back in the prison. This makes me think that Dark is capable of some serious telekinesis (I have so much more to say about this! So I’ll probably do a different post on what I think Dark’s powers are, with more detail and research).

His behaviour is also very interesting (during the Horror, Freedom and Left videos)! Like @http-jack​ says in this post (thank you for putting my thoughts together so well!), Dark is serious business. He wears a suit, makes sure he speaks clearly, puts his hands behind his back and has good posture. This guy is bursting of self-confidence and he doesn’t play around. But that doesn’t mean he never loses his temper. Every single time he raises his voice, you can see that he didn’t mean that to happen. He fixes his tie and jacket, sighs and continues his speech. If we say that the options Dark gives you at the end of Horror are the “canon” times he made an appearance, then he’s been around since June 2012. More than enough time to get seriously pissed off.

Originally posted by markfangirl

Not only his behaviour, but also the things he says lead me to believe that Dark is anything but happy with Mark.I’ve been pushed aside. Replaced. Mocked. And then, he had the gall to not invite me to his little adventure with you. No more. Never again. It’s my turn now.
He’s angry with Mark’s arrogance and ignorance towards him. He’s waited long enough, giving Mark the change to do this willingly, but if Mark won’t let him in, he’ll do it himself. He’s jealous of all of the attention Mark’s been getting, while he was humiliated and forgot. He’s desperate to show off how stupid Mark was for ignoring him. “Take your pick, anything of four different choices. More than he could’ve ever given you. (…) If dinner is what you want, then I can provide. And I can take you wherever you’d like to go. (…) I can give you anything! (…) There’s nothing you, or he, can do to stop me!” He shows off how strong he is and how weak Mark is beside him. He straight up says he can give you so much more than Mark, you just have to let him in, it’s as simple as that.

Dark’s loving all the attention he’s finally getting. He’s putting up one hell of a show. He shows off his powers, mocks Mark and he pretends he gives you a choice (with the loop the choice at the end of Horror). Even though Mark puts up a fight, I don’t think Dark ever really leaves or gave any of us a choice:

I’ll talk more about the difference in the speech of Mark and Dark in the Right and Left videos in the powers post, but at the end of both videos, it’s clear Dark is still there. When you “accidentally” kill Mark, it’s clear Dark’s still here and here to stay. “But now we’re going to be together, forever.”
If you actually shoot Dark, he’s not gone. In the Right video, your vision is still somewhat distorted, but the actual Mark is there. Dark never left and he didn’t actually give you a choice, he took control. It’s his turn now.

Now, I was thinking, why is Dark so obsessed with getting a connection between you and him? “I’ve been waiting a long time to get some, personal time between us. (…) So, now that we are here together, we can really get know each other.”
Consider this: he needs us. He can take over Mark, but Mark’s able to push him out. But we’re not. Mark’s there in his physical form, we’re not. He knows that Mark cares a lot about us, so what does he do? Make us suffer. He loves to see Mark suffer (in don’t blink and relax, Mark’s hurt in some way), and he knows he can hurt him by hurting us.

Originally posted by markfangirl

If you read the whole thing, thank you! I’d love to hear your thoughts on this. I’ll do way more theorizing on things like: Is Dark there the entire time? What are his powers? What even is he? How far does this rabbit hole even go? Who knows Dark, who knows.

Strings // Jeff Atkins

A/N: In which I come out of hibernation @prettieparker86 

Named after: Repetitive dialogue. 


Come over.

You read the text over and over and over again, occasionally glancing at the time on your phone which read 12:42 am.

Booty call.

You tossed your phone back into your nightstand, turning over and shutting your eyes. Your phone vibrated against your desk, as though to mock you. You huffed, ignoring the texts that read

‘Please’

‘I can’t sleep’

You and Jeff had been doing this for a few months now. Fucking whenever, mostly he wanted, and acting as though it didn’t affect your friendship.

You don’t know how it all started really. One day he was on your case about the guy you were going out with, and the next he was on, you.


“He’s an asshole Y/N” Jeff called out, following you up to your room.

“Why the fuck are you so concerned?” You return, annoyed.

Jeff had been complaining about this the entire ride back from school if it weren’t his car you would’ve kicked him out.

“Because he’s going to use you and you’re going to get hurt and I’m going to have to deal with it.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about”,  You said throwing down your backpack.

You walked to your closet while Jeff took a seat on your desk chair.

“I’m choosing to ignore that.” He quipped back.

Humming as you walked to your bathroom you closed the door almost shut, just to close off his line of view, you began changing into more comfortable clothes.

“Seriously Y/N? He does this all the time. He fucks girls and then treats them like shit, never speaks to them again!” Jeff called out from his seat, clearly frustrated.

“Stop being so annoying” you muttered under your breath, taking off your shirt.

Jeff rolled his eyes as he overheard you.

“Fine! Don’t call me when he sleeps with you and then stops answering your texts!”

He’s practically yelling now and you know he’s trying his best not to get angry but fuck, honestly Jeff, despite being your best friend, didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about.

You peeked your head out of the bathroom and into his line of sight.

“Fine then asshole! Did you ever think hey, maybe Y/N just wants to fuck him?”

Jeff’s furrowed eyebrows go from frustrated to pissed.

“You’re fucking joking” he spat out, arms crossing over one another.

You rolled your eyes, throwing on an old sweatshirt Jeff lent you a few years back before walking towards him.

“No! I’m not. I hit him up a few weeks ago! I just want to-”

“No.” Jeff stated, cutting you off. His eyes glaring straight at you.

“What?”

You’d never seen your best friend so, stuck, on one topic. Normally he was the relaxed one, and you were freaking out about him.

“Why, the guy who’s slept with every girl on the soccer team?”

Jeff is standing now. Standing in front of you, arms still crossed in front of him as he waited for your answer.

“Because he’s hot. Because I want to. And because I can.” You mimicked his stance crossing your arms over one another as you continued. “Who the fuck would you prefer? Foley? Dempsey? Mont-”

“Me!” Jeff yelled at you.

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart was pounding against your chest. Thump. Thump. Thump.

“If you just want someone to fuck, why didn’t you ask me?!”

You pushed aside the fact that you’ve had a crush on Jeff for a couple years to answer his question.

“Yeah because that wouldn’t have been awkward at all!” Jeff sighed and you ignored him, proceeding to depict how the conversation would have gone.

“Hey! Jeff, best friend, would you mind fucking me on Saturday?” You paused for a fake response. “Oh no? You have practice Saturday? Does Sunday better work for you?”

Jeff turned around, clearly fed up with this whole act.

“Wait, you think of me as a friend and don’t want to fuck me? Alright, no, yeah, I understand…could you at least eat me out though? Seriously Atkins?”

Jeff turned back to face you.

“Yes seriously! Just cause I think of you as a friend doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck you!”

Your jaw dropped a little, and you could hear it in your ears loud and clear. Thump. Thump. Thump.

“I’m not blind Y/N. I’d fuck you in a heartbeat. You’re hot.” He shrugged.

“And-” you proceeded to ask.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, no strings, got it.” He interrupted.

Thump, thump, what? You could feel yourself at a loss for words. What the hell did he mean no strings? He continued before you could muster up enough courage to object.

“Just, whenever either one of us wants some action, we call the other person. And we can still be best friends just like before.”

You looked at him, his hands fell to your waist as he pulled you closer to him. Closer than you’d ever been before. Your eyes glanced from his eyes to his lips and you nodded.


The rest is history.

It works, you still do everything you used to. Late night talks in your room about what your future is going to look like, him complaining about a test he needs to pass, and fighting over who gets the aux cord.

It works. Now it just includes, “everything is going to be fine” fingering, “I’m stressed and want it rough” sex, and your favorite, “hold on I want to skip this song” car blowjobs.

What didn’t work though is that you were sleeping with the one person you had feelings for, without being able to have feelings for him.

What didn’t work is how much Jeff wanted you lately. You gave him a handjob in the boy’s bathroom yesterday. He snuck in a quick makeout session just this afternoon before his practice.

Yes. Jeff was the best friend you’ve ever had. He was the best sex you’ve ever had. But he was also the worst heartbreak you’d ever experienced. Unrequited love was not cute.

Your phone buzzed incessantly and you turned picking it up.

“What?” You answered knowing it was him.

“Open your window” he responded.

“Atkins really?”

“Your parents are out of town and I told you I can’t sleep. I texted you I was coming.”

You pulled your phone back from your ear to check. 5 text messages from Jeff Atkins.

You cursed at yourself internally before lifting up your window, watching as Jeff pulled himself up and into your room.

“I had a nightmare.” He mumbled taking off his shirt.

Your eyes scanned over his toned abs, the sweat from his run over to your house and the glow of moonlight, doing numbers on you.

“What happened?” You asked, moving back into your bed, leaving an open spot next to you.

“Same one I always have.” He responded climbing in with you.

They started after the accident. He just kept reliving it in his dreams.

“You wanna talk about it?” You asked, shuffling as he got comfortable.

He shook his head and started kissing your neck. His right hand moved under the fabric of your t-shirt, thumb gently rubbing against your skin. He moved his legs in between yours as though to part them as he hovered right next to your ear.

“I just need you right now” he whispered, grinding himself down into you. You whimpered as he kissed your lips. “Is that okay?”

You bit your lip as he thrust against you again. “Cmon baby girl, I need an answer.”

Your eyes closed shut, back arching as he does it again. You can feel him, already semi-hard against your wetness. You moaned out his name softly and he smiled kissing you again.

“Yes or no.” He mumbled, lips parting from yours as he hovered over you.

“I don’t think we should do this anymore”

The words come out of your mouth as a whisper but hit Jeff like a truck. His eyebrows furrowed together as he rolled off of you.

“Wait, what?”

“I don’t think we-”

“No, I heard you” you can hear the bite in his tone of voice. “Just why? Do you have a boyfriend now or?”

You exhaled shaking your head as you got out of bed, moving only to distance yourself from him.

“Fuck,” Jeff muttered to himself. “I mean you could’ve told me when I wasn’t in your bed.”

“I didn’t ask you to come over” you threw back at him.

“Funny, that never seemed to be a problem before.”

His sarcasm ate away at the silence that fell between you two as he moved to the edge of your bed.

“What are we, Jeff?” You blurted out.

He paused before putting his shirt back on before shrugging.

“Friends. We’re best friends.”

“No, Clay is my friend and I’ve never had his dick in my mouth.”

Jeff went into full hover hands mode as he tried to figure out what you were saying.

“Do you want…his dick…in your mouth?” He proposed.

You rolled your eyes not bothering to respond and Jeff sighed, standing up.

“Just tell me what you want Y/N. Talk to me.”

His hands found your waist and you both stood in the middle of your room. Exactly where this whole thing started.

You took a deep breath in trying to figure out if what you were about to say was the right thing to do.

“Talk to me.” He whispered.

“I want strings.”

“Like. Tie you up? Kinky strings? Cause we can just get handc-”

“No! Jeff. Not kinky strings.” You managed to say without laughing. “I want date strings and cuddling strings and wearing your jacket strings and-”

“Girlfriend strings?” Jeff asked quietly.

You nodded avoiding his eyes. His hands on your waist remained the only thing tethering you to each other.

“I thought you didn’t want strings” he mumbled, trying to stay calm in case he misunderstood.

“You were the one who said no strings, Atkins.”

“Yeah, after you started a whole scene by saying, ‘best friend, would you mind fucking me on Saturday’, I thought-”

“It’s okay if you don’t want what I want but I don’t think it’s good, for me, to keep doing this if-” you started rambling. Scared that Jeff was done, with you and with fucking you.

“I want girlfriend strings too,” Jeff said cutting you off. “I have since we started. I just thought. You didn’t.”

“Is that why you’ve been acting so weird this week?” 

“Weird?” he asked. 

“We’ve done more this week than we have this entire month.” 

Jeff chuckled resting his head on your shoulder.

“Sorry, I really fucking like you.” he said, a hint of sarcasm coming through his words. 

“I think you mean, ‘I really like fucking you.’

Jeff laughed nodding. 

“That too.” 

He looked back up at you, a smile pulling at his lips. 

“But yes. Kinky strings, Girlfriend strings. I want it.”