or maybe i really want to look like her

anonymous asked:

When Bellamy returned to Arkadia, and Kane was out there waiting for him, was I the only one screaming at my TV, "Hug him! Hug him!" Maybe this is a personal problem . . . Also, Clarke had a "moment" watching Memori being all cute together. Like she was embarrassed/wanted that, too. And then there she is looking at a bed and her own reflection in the mirror. I'm sorry - this is being set up for Bellarke. I see you, JR. You think you're savvy, but I see you.

You’re not the only one with the Kane-Bellamy moment. Bellamy wasn’t really feeling happy dad vibes though. His emotional support didn’t negate his trauma, or Kane convincing Bellamy to sacrifice those guys lives for Bellamy’s own. Or his mother. Maybe it doesn’t go away.

And Clarke watching Memori? Girl was JEALOUS. Not of Murphy, because of what they had. She wants that too. She’s never had it, has she? Not with any of her partners. Omg. I have to watch that bedroom scene again, I did not see all that. I’m telling you, her head is far more into Bellamy now than Bellamy is into her. I think he knew she was Niylah, and after he steered away from Clarke after the list scene, he’d just rather think about saving everyone.

But he’s kind of fed up with that, now, too. MAYBE HE’S DONE WITH THAT!!!!! Maybe the next time he sees Clarke he won’t want to put aside his needs for the mission anymore!

anonymous asked:

Could you do an Elucien fic? Maybe where Elain sees Lucien for the first time since he told her they were mates at Hyberns castle. And Lucien really wants to talk to her, but he doesn't want to scare her or force her into the bond if she doesn't want it.

This was great to write! Hope you like how it turned out!

“I Know This” An Elucien One-Shot

         Relieved. Confused. Unsure. Overjoyed. Maddened. Hopeful. Elain had too many emotions running through her and trying to sort through them clearly was making her head hurt. She stood at a window looking out but not really seeing. Elain had asked Azriel to fly her to the house on the mountain where Lucien was temporarily staying after Feyre and his great escape from the Spring Court three days ago. Elain was overjoyed to have her sister back safely after four very long months but she couldn’t help that nagging thought, a thought she deeply hated, that resented her sister’s long awaited return only because Feyre was not alone. Lucien had been brought to the Night Court as her fellow escapee, rescuer, and new ally in the war against the King of Hybern. It meant Elain had run out of time to process the whole “You’re my mate” declaration…just another thing to get accustomed to in her new body, new world.


         She looked at the flower she accidently grew in her hand and sighed. A Begonia flower wove its way through her fingers during her worrying. Elain’s affinity to for nature had amplified from when she was mortal to now where she could grow, control, and even destroy any kind of tree, flower, grass, you name it. Due to this, she now tended to voice her thoughts unconsciously through different plants around her. Studying the Begonia in her hand, she huffed a short but humorless laugh as the Begonia stands for deep thoughts as well as caution. She stuck the flower in her hair, among the few others already placed throughout her day as she couldn’t find herself to throw them away or leave them on the ground to get crushed…not to mention, flowers are too pretty to not decorate herself with. 


             Squaring her shoulders, Elain followed the hallway to Lucien’s temporary quarters. She raised her hand to knock when the door flew open so fast she gasped in surprise. Lucien stood before her with wide eyes, looking excited but nervous. “Elain!” He greeted her with a small smile that she returned effortlessly. “Uh, please come in?” It was a statement but he said posed it as a question, due to his nerves at her presence she assumed.


        It was a simple bedroom with a large bed, a dark wood dresser, and the furthest wall was more window than wall revealing the beautiful night sky, a sight she had really come to appreciate during her stay here. Elain noticed he was barefoot in light pants and a shirt, his red hair a little messed like he was constantly running his hands through it. Her eyes followed to the bed which was rumpled and unmade.


        “Did I wake you? If so, I’m sorry and I can come at another-” Lucien waved her off from the door as she started for it.


        “No. No, I wasn’t sleeping. Finding it a bit difficult these days, honestly.”


        “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” She truly was. They fell into a silence but saw Lucien open then close his mouth multiple times before finally pressing his lips together. He wanted her to initiate the conversation. So she did.


         “ I suppose that answers my question to how you are doing?”


          Lucien threw his hand behind his head and shuffled from foot to foot but kept his eyes on her, “I am struggling..” He sucked in a sharp breath. “I know…I know I am better here than the Spring Court. I know this.”


          Elain nodded but said nothing because while he was talking to her, it seemed he was also talking to himself to assure himself of his recent choices. Elain wondered if anyone has truly ever asked him how he was doing given what she was told of his complicated family history and Tamlin’s ‘friendship.’ He took her nod as the ‘okay’ to continue like it was permission, a fact that troubled her quite a bit.  


           Lucien padded over to the window and stood in the very position she was not very long ago. Unlike Elain, his gaze remained focused, not at the night sky but trained on her.


          “Tamlin is…was my friend. I believed I owed him everything for the rest of my life…but his choices of late with Feyre and the war are wrong. I know this.  I do not believe even after we escaped that he really sees that.” Another pause.
“Elain how are you faring with all of this?”


           Elain smiled kindly at him and he automatically gave one in return. She really liked his smile. Elain found herself walking towards him, slowly but more sure with each step. Her hand tingled and without looking down she knew what flower grew. “I am struggling but even during the moments when I am struggling the most I know am better off here.”


        She was never this forward but she couldn’t help but see a familiar sadness in his eyes, a sadness she kept to herself because her sisters one common goal was to keep Elain safe and unharmed but unbeknownst to them, she did not come out of everything unscathed. She lived with sadness. She drowned with overbearing guilt. She burned with anger. She felt things just like her sisters. She recognized the pain and the guilt in Lucien and forgave him for his wrongdoings by her sister because she would be a hypocrite otherwise. There was no high horse but deep understanding.


         They stood no more than a foot apart when Elain lifted her hand carrying the delicate white flower and curled it behind Lucien’s ear. He stood completely still as to not scare her or in shock she did not know but she couldn’t help of graze her knuckles gently across his cheek and told him softly, “I know this.”


          They stood there, remaining close but not touching, basking in the temporary peace. When Elain broke the moment by stepping away, Lucien grabbed her hand. His hands were rough but warm. “Thank you, Elain.” He whispered then released her hand. As she walked out, her hand tingled on last time for the night as she filled his room with white tulips, geranium, peony orchids, white chrysanthemums, and daffodils.  She closed the door with a lasting glance of a male surrounded by forgiveness, comfort, healing, truth, and new beginnings with hope tucked behind his ear.

anonymous asked:

S/M reaction to Momo's vampire performance . If you don't know what it is please search it up on YouTube please? It's vampire themed and I want their reaction so bad!!

Shuu: Not interested, just chuckles a little when hearing the music.

Reiji: Archs and eyebrow; he doesn’t really like shows like this, but he’s a little torn about whether considering the scenography quite fascinating or not.

Laito: He’s more focused on the girl… he finds her ravishing, to say the least…

Kanato: “Hey, Teddy, look, new dolls to add to our collection…” He likes it, surprisingly (or maybe not).

Ayato: He’s a little bored with the usual dark vampire themed stuff, but he’s captivated by the dancers’ movements. Ore-sama can do better, though.

Subaru: He’s… wondering why humans keep on choosing vampires as a theme and, even if he thinks they didn’t do a bad job, he can’t stand it. The girl bewitched him, though.


Ruki: Eeeeer he won’t deny they did their best in this performance, but honestly he doesn’t feel anything about it.

Kou: “Ah, I know this girl~ I think I’ve worked with her, she was so talented~ Obviously I’m better than her… but I did like working with her, it’s a pity I couldn’t help her with this performance, we would have make it even better together~”

Yuuma: He finds the girl attractive but nothing more; he just goes back to his garden.

Azusa: He likes watching it several time and wonders if the girl who was pushed on the floor felt pain and if the person with the bloody arm did too. Azusa-kun, it was all fake.

anonymous asked:

Blue plz don't. Jojo might block me by the end of the day. On insta I came at her with the facts and at first shes like "dont believe everything you read." and then finally like "look not everyones lives are straight foward." so she is saying she believes all the stuff about Louis being a cheater&Elk being a cheater. I backed her into a corner and she flipped like a damn pancake. Its on insta.

lol I really want to know how much she’s getting paid to say this things? Or maybe she’s too far up Sony’s ass to think straight lol 

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Hey guys, so recently I took my girlfriend to the aquarium we have in the city (Boston) for a birthday adventure, and I’m still trying to process how i feel so maybe y'all can help. I get it, I’m a shitty photographer. Like really bad. But no matter what this girl looks fucking mesmerizing to me. I get lost in her and I couldn’t take my focus off of her. Like I love penguins. I’D DIE FOR PENGUINS. But I only wanted to take pictures of her??? I love this girl more than anything in my life and I know y'all probably can’t see what I see. But just watching her be her is what I live for. I’ve never found more interest in anything more than taking pictures of my girlfriend. She’s this some kind of beauty that I can’t wrap my mind around. I’m not sure what the point of all this was. But I really wanted to show her off and let my feelings out thx for listening love y'all.

“I felt like sometimes she didn’t want me born. I was like Cinderella—even though I was a dude. She blamed me for everything. Maybe it’s because I was ugly, I guess. Girls were all running from me. My brothers were better looking. When I grew older, it was all about money. Mom and I never discussed anything personal. It seemed like she always wanted something from me. One time I called her crying, because I was trying to quit marijuana, and I felt really depressed. She just told me: ‘You’re wasting all that money on weed. You could be giving it to me instead.” She used to cash my student loan checks. One time she even used my social security number to get a credit card, and I didn’t even know until I got the bill. So I detached myself from her. I stopped answering the phone. Then two years ago she called to tell me she had cancer, and she needed an operation, but I didn’t even answer the phone. I thought she was tricking me again. She left a message, it said: ‘Michael, I’ve been trying to get a hold of you. I love you. And I know you love me.’ And I just ignored it. And she died. And I’m haunted by that. I’ve been trying to write about my life lately, but I can’t get past my mother. I wish I could just start my story with that phone call. With her saying that she loved me. The only other time I ever felt love from her was when I tried crack cocaine. I was a teenager, and I had been using for a couple weeks, and I went in her room to ask for baking soda. She started crying, and she looked scared, and she said: ‘Michael, why do you need baking soda?’ And I felt love at that moment. And it was so strong that I quit doing crack right then. I never used again. I didn’t go to a program or anything. That’s how strong that feeling was.”

12 Zodiac Signs When They See Their Ultimate Crush

1. Capricorn - *becomes a statue with big eyes and open mouth*

2. Pisces - I keep it cool like he/she’s not there. But I keep looking at him/her like a killer/thief

3. Taurus - *shouting and feeling giddy with friend* as if they are seeing a popular celebrity

4. Gemini - I keep it cool I will go and talk to him/her. But sadly,…

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3 Years (John x Reader)

Word Count: 3,977

Warnings: Swears, Alcohol, Smut (It’s hella fluffy smut)

Authors Note: So we hit 800? I’m dying I love you guys so much I don’t deserve any of you. Anyways, I wanted to celebrate this milestone with some smut yeah? lol. Get ready, it’s so sweet you could get a cavity. Big thanks to @adolescenthowell for dealing with my smut writing process shit. Go follow her! I LIVE TO HEAR FEEDBACK FROM YOU GUYS AND I LOVE TO JUST HEAR FROM YOU IN GENERAL. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT. I LOVE YOU GUYS!

Requests:  Reader x Laurens where they go out with the squad and reader looks really hot and Laurens whose like in love with reader can’t control himself and maybe leads to smut if you’re ok with that

John Laurens + reader teasing him while they’re at a bar?

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Friday night meant going out with your friends for drinks, especially after you had met Alexander. You and Alex had met in college and after that you two hit it off instantly, doing everything together. You would be lying if you said you two hadn’t hooked up once or twice but you both mutually agreed that you two were better off as friends, you even helped snag Eliza for him. Being friends with Alex meant being friends with his friends, and thankfully they all liked you. All but one. John Laurens. For some reason, you two had created a friendship of your own filled with nothing but dry, sarcastic humor that nobody seemed to understand. You greeted him with insults and he would happily take them and throw one back at you.

You stepped into the taxi and gave the driver the name of the bar as you smoothed out your barely there dress. The forest green silky fabric felt like air to your skin, and you had to make sure you had actually worn clothes out. If the short length wasn’t enough, the dress also was backless as the fabric in the back started below your ribcage. You didn’t know why you had chosen to wear that dress. On Friday nights you had usually opted for a pair of jeans and a nice top but today you felt like dressing up a bit more, and you were definitely feeling yourself. The taxi came to a screeching halt in front of the bar, and you thanked the driver as you handed him a ten dollar bill. You swung your legs out of the cab and gracefully stood up as the New York City breeze hit your body. You smoothed out your hair before walking into the bar.

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Oh, my…

I really am a lazy ass. I can’t believe I started this like on Friday. I am ashamed of myself. Now, maybe the fact that I only worked on this while watching Allesia’s stream may have something to do with my slowness. 

I got the idea for this on the stream. We know that in Alessia’s “behind the scenes” AU, Sans and Alphys are not married, tho they still have a cute little baby. Anyway, I thought that Alphys would look really good in a wedding dress, so I drew her. This is TimeTale’s Alphys by @allesiathehedge but really it could be any Alphys you want.

Dunno if this really looks like a Wedding Dress, I mean, I got the idea for the dress from Leannkan and Drawingwithgreen (i really hope that this is how it was spelled). I don’t know if they have a tumblr so I can’t tag them.. I didn’t want to do the traditional white dress, but maybe i should have.

Y’know, I have the impression that this dress could be worn even if you aren’t a bride. Really, If it was black in place of white I would wear this.


Edit: I knew it. This really is @leannkan ‘s blog. 

Draco: “I hope it was Potter, but really, he’s far too oblivious. And it’s a girl, isn’t it? ‘Gossip Girl’? So not him anyway.” [He perks up] “Maybe it’s Granger!”

Interviewer: “Is that a good thing?”

Draco: “I really don’t know. Please don’t ask me about her.”

Interviewer: “I feel like I should.”

Draco: “I don’t know what you want me to say. She’s got brown hair that glints in the light, with these rays of sun that catch in her soft curls whenever she turns her head.”

Interviewer: “Oh boy.”

Draco: “And brown eyes like the way the forest looks when the sun goes down, all warm and comforting but also mysterious and deep, like they contain the very secrets of life within them.”

Interviewer: “Mhmm.”

Draco: “She’s the perfect height for me to rest my chin on top of her head - ”

Interviewer: “Have you tried?”

Draco: “I’ve estimated.”

Interviewer: “Okay.”

Draco: “You know. Normal stuff. Nothing weird.”

Interviewer: “Nothing weird?”

Draco: “That’s what I said, isn’t it?”

—  Amortentia (chapter 39: The Real World: Hogwarts, Ep V)
All I want for Christmas is you

(I USUALLY PUT A GIF ON TOP BUT LOOK IT’S DARRAGH AND LUCIA!!!!!!!!)


DAY FOUR - DECEMBER 4TH

(y/n) is pregnant and all she wants for Christmas is Harry

WARNING:Smut

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Very fast speedpaint of Black Diamond’s “Coal” disguise or as I like to call it, her hobo outfit. She usually doesnt show off that much skin, as the lower part of the cloth is higher in order to hide her gem, heck her midriff doesn’t show at all nor her cleavage, here I just wanted to give a “loose” feeling, like she’s midway of putting the thing on :P maybe that’s the reason she’s givin me that “fuck you” look as well XD

And I’ve seen the asks! just have been busy preparing portfolio and resumé (this was actually a really fast drawing, just to calm down my nerves as very soon I think I’ll have job interviews ;n;) So order of priorities: 1) Deal with rl stuff (college, portfolio, resumés, etc) 2) Complete a current AT 3) Answer messages in my inbox, because I DO wanna answer asks but also add illustrations and cute drawings to them, even if its just a quick, silly doodle ^^’

Let Me Show You - Stiles *SMUT*

Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Em7vc8NWUNY

Word count: 2,571

Request: I was wondering if you could maybe write a smut where the reader is Stiles/Dylans (I don’t really care) best friend since like forever and she’s been in love with with since him for a long time but never told him because she’s not skinny and think he’s way to good for her or something like that.

A/N: I really liked this request and it took me a while to figure out how I wanted to write this. I feel like this is a very important topic to write about, no body should feel ashamed of how they look. Everyone is beautiful inside and out no matter what size or color. We shouldn’t feel the need to change the way we look sue to society’s views or for what other people think or say about us. If we want to change it should be OUR decision to do so cuz WE want to. Anyways, I really hope you enjoy this. And thank you again anon for the request.

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“Oh my god, Skye, hurry up! We’ve been in here for ages,” Stiles groaned from outside the dressing room. I rolled my eyes at his impatience, doesn’t he understand that a girl needs to find the right dress?

“Stiles, I only have two more dresses to try on and if they’re not it I’ll come back tomorrow with Lydia. So, stop you whining.”

I heard him mumble something under his breath before I opened the door and stepped out, “Well?”

He looked at me up and down before shaking his head, “Green is not your color.”

I sighed and went back inside, “Why don’t you chose that blue one that I liked?”

“Stiles you only liked that dress because of the color, the style was horrendous.” I huffed as I struggled to put on this little black dress.

“But, it’s one of the colors of the Mets!”

I opened the door, “Hence the only reason as to why you like it. So, what about this one.”

Stiles’ eyes widened, “Uh, I don’t think so. It’s too short. No way.”

“But I actually like this one.”

“Skye. I don’t want my best friend to wear that to homecoming, all the guys will get the wrong idea.. No.” I could hear the seriousness in his voice, so I let it go.

‘If only you thought of more than just your best friend,’ I thought.

Closing the door, I looked at the last dress I had to try on, ironically Stiles was the one to chose it. After I struggled to get it on, I looked at myself in the mirror and my eyes widened. It was a beautiful ruby red, high-low dress that had silver embroidering in the chest area. The dress actually flattered my curves that I hated and made my legs look fabulous. I was in love.

Holding my breath, I opened the door. Stiles was busy playing Candy Crush on his phone, “Stupid fishes never go where I need them to go.”

“Ahem.”

Stiles looked up and his jaw dropped. “Say something,” I whispered.

“Skye, you look. Wow, um the dress is. Wow,” he scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat. “The dress looks nice on you. That’s definitely the one.”

I frowned ‘nice’? That’s it? Clearing my thoughts, I smiled, “I’m buying it!”

“Thank God!” I rolled my eyes.

Once, I was back in my regular clothes and out of the dressing room, I told Stiles to wait for me outside while I paid. Waiting in line I saw, Tina, the evil bitch from school enter the store followed by her little groupies. When she saw me, an evil smirk graced her face and she came up to me.

“Hey, Skye.”

“What do you want, Tina?”

“Ouch. I just wanted to ask you a question,” she batted her fake eyelashes at me innocently.

“Well, with your low IQ I would understand you’d have many questions in that little brain of yours, so by all means ask away.” I grinned.

Tina glared at me, before smirking again, “Are you sure you’re in the right store?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, I’m pretty sure that there are a lot of plus size stores here at the mall,” her friends snickered. “Did you even try that poor dress on? If you did, I’m surprised it didn’t shred to pieces with all your rolls,” I felt tears begin to prickle my eyes at her words. “Or were you going to just buy it and make a ridicule of yourself at the homecoming? Trust me sweetie, it’ll look a thousand times better on me.”

“Skye, what’s taking so long,” Stiles came to my side and didn’t notice Tina until she spoke.

“Hey Stiles,” she purred at him.

“Uh, hey. Tracy, right?”

“Stiles, let’s just go,” I shoved the dress into Tina’s arms. “Keep it.”

Walking out the store, I could hear Stiles yelling after me. “Skye! Wait up! What happened in there?”

“Nothing Stiles, I just want to go home.”

“But what about-”

“Stiles, just let it go okay! Dammit!” His eyes widened, I don’t think I’ve ever yelled at him. But, Tina’s words kept replaying in my head and I just wanted to bury myself ten feet underground.

We made our way to his jeep in silence and the ride home was awfully awkward. I knew Stiles was worried by the glances he would make my way, but I didn’t dare look his way. Driving into my driveway, I quickly unbuckled and jumped out, “Thanks Stiles.” I walked into the house without looking back.


An hour had passed and my phone was blasting with messages and missed calls from Stiles. Why couldn’t he understand that I didn’t want to talk to anyone? At one point I had to put my phone on vibrate, but even that wasn’t enough. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and answered, “Stiles, I don’t want to talk about it, okay?”

“I’m sorry but do I sound like a Stiles to you?”

My eyes widened, “Oh shit, sorry Lyds, I didn’t know it was you.”

“Obviously,” she sighed. “Skye, what’s wrong? Stiles just called me ten minutes ago, freaking out cause you won’t answer his calls or texts.”

I sighed, besides Stiles, Lydia was my second closest friend and she was the only one who knew my feeling towards Stiles and how I felt about how I looked. “It was Tina.”

“What did that bitch do now?” Her voice sounded deadly quiet. If you think Lydia screaming is scary, then wait till she speaks dangerously low. Laying back on my bed and told her about my whole encounter with Tina.

“SHE SAID WHAT?!” I winced and pulled my phone away from my ear.

“Geez, Lyds. Easy with the banshee screaming, will ya?”

“I can’t believe her! The nerve, just wait till I see her tomorrow-”

“No! Lyds, please don’t, it’ll only make things worse. You know she’s always had it out for me.”

“Yeah and like I always say, it’s because of Stiles,” I groaned, not this again. “She’s always had a crush on him as long as you and Stiles have been best friends. She’s jealous of the attention he gives you and the way he looks at you.”

“Lydia, how many times do I have to tell you? Stiles doesn’t like me, he views me like a little sister and that’s it.”

“But-”

“No, Lydia please just drop it. I’ve had a really long day and I just want to go to bed, okay?”

She sighed, “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Maybe. I kind of snapped at Stiles earlier and don’t want to face him yet. I might skip”

“Skye, you know he’ll forgive you no matter what. But, alright. Goodnight sweetie.”

“Night Lyds. And thank you.”

“Anytime.”


The next day I skipped. I didn’t feel like running into Tina in the hallways and have her laugh at me again. Call me a coward, but she just knows all the right buttons to push and points out every single one of my flaws. And I didn’t want to Stiles to see me like this, a total mess. I was in bed watching Netflix on my laptop, when I heard the doorbell ring. Frowning, I looked at the time and saw it was only twelve.

Making my way to the door, I opened it to see it was Stiles. He was just standing there with his hands behind his back and a sheepish smile on his face, “Hey.”

I felt my lower lip tremble and I threw my arms around his neck, “I’m so sorry.”

His arms went around me and I felt like I was in my safe haven, “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not mad, Lydia told me what happened.”

“Of course she did.”

He pulled back to look at me and smiled, “It’s not her fault, I wouldn’t leave her alone until she told me.”

I laughed, “You’re such an annoying pest, Stilinski.”

Stiles shrugged, “What can I say? It’s my specialty.”

I giggled and noticed he had something in his hand, “What’s in the bag?”

He smirked, “Let’s go upstairs,” grabbing my hand he practically dragged me into my room. “Close your eyes.” Huffing, I did as he said and heard him take something out the bag.

“Open.”

Opening my eyes, the first thing I saw was Stiles looking more nervous than usual, but something red hanging from my closet door caught my eye. Turning my head I gasped, it was the dress.

“Put it on.”

I shook my head, “I can’t Stiles. It doesn’t look good on me.”

“Skye, I said put it on,” his voice was commanding and it was a side of him I rarely saw. It turned me on immensely.

Grabbing the dress, I slowly made my way to the bathroom and changed. Looking in the mirror, I didn’t see the same beautiful girl with this dress like yesterday, instead I saw a silly girl with hideous curves and thick legs. The door opened and Stiles came in and stood behind me.

“What do you see,” he rasped in my ear as he held onto my waist.

My throat was dry as I whispered, “Nothing.”

His grip on my waist tightened, “Do you know what I see? I see a beautiful girl who doesn’t know just how much of a goddess she is.”

I scoffed, “A goddess? Stiles, are you blind? I’m no goddess. I’m not petite or perfect like Lydia. I’m not flawlessly beautiful like Alisson. I’m not cute like Kira. And I’m not exotic like Malia with legs that go on for days. I have scar on my body from all the battles we’ve been through. I have awful curves.”

Stiles abruptly turned me around so I was facing him, “You’re right, you’re nothing like them.” I looked down, but he gripped my chin to make me face him again, “You’re so much more than them. Skye, you’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. My heart stops whenever I look at you, when you smile or laugh I swear the day gets brighter. You’re scars make you a survivor - no a warrior and when you look at them you should feel proud for the battles you’ve won.” My heart began to beat faster and I felt as if I couldn’t breath. “I didn’t want you to wear that black dress, cause of how sexy you looked and I knew you’d be turning heads left and right. And I should’ve told you how flawless you looked in this dress.”

Tears welled up in my eyes as he leaned down to kiss my cheek, “I don’t know why you wear all those unflattering hoodies and hide your sexy body. You’re curves aren’t awful, god they turn me on so much.” His fingers went to the back zipper and he slowly began to pull down.

“Stiles?”

“Let me show you,” he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, the zipper stopped. “Let me show you how beautiful you really are.” His lips crashed onto mine and I groaned at the feeling. My arms went to the back of his neck and I gripped hard onto his hair.

“That’s right baby, give me everything.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” I panted.

“My pleasure,” he growled before smashing his lips back to mine. His hands slipped from my waist to my ass, groping it hard and making me gasp aloud. Stiles slipped his tongue into my mouth and began to fight with mine for dominance, I quickly gave up and moaned as he sucked my tongue into his mouth. I could feel his hard dick poking my side and my poor panties were soaked. Breaking away from his lips for air, he continued to kiss me all over my face; eyes, nose, cheeks, forehead, chin and down my neck. His hands went to the top of the dress and tugged making it pool around my feet and I was left in only my underwear. He pulled away from me and his eyes darkened even more, but I suddenly felt so exposed with my body and scars on display, I tried to cover myself.

Quickly, Stiles grabbed onto my wrists and pulled them to my sides, “Don’t you dare, Skye. Don’t you hide from me.” He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, slowly kissing and sliding the straps down my shoulders. Looking into my eyes, Stiles gently grabbed my left arm and softly kissed at a bite I got from an omega werewolf. I whimpered at how gentle he was being with me and I needed him.

As if reading my mind, Stiles lead me back to my room and laid me on my bed. Hovering over me he began to kiss every inch of my body, he stopped when he reached the stab wound I received on my right side and softly traced it with his fingers. His lips continued their descent all the way to my legs and then back up to where my soaking panties were.

“Mmmm, so wet for me baby?” I bit my lip and groaned in reply as he ripped them off.

The sight of Stiles head on between my legs, made me wetter than I already was. Suddenly his head dipped lower and his tongue was lapping up my pussy juices. “Fuck Stiles!”

“You like that baby? You like my tongue buried in your wet juicy pussy? Fuck you taste delicious.” Stiles began to eat me out like a starved man and I couldn’t get enough of it.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head at the pleasure his sinful tongue was giving me, “Oh, god!” I yelled out and gripped onto the sheets as I came on his tongue.

Breathing hard he kissed me on the lips and I moaned as I tasted myself. Stiles got up and stripped himself of all his clothes, reaching my hand out I gripped his hard dick and began to stroke. But, he stopped me and softly kissed my lips, “This is about you baby, all about you.”

“I need you Stiles, please.”

He climbed back on top of me, “You have me Skye, always have, always will,” and he slowly entered me.

Finally, we were one and the feeling was surreal. Slowly he began to move and we both groaned at the delicious friction being made. “Fuck, Stiles. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too baby, me too. God, you’re so tight. So beautiful.” He began to move faster and my legs wrapped themselves around his waist pulling him deeper into me. Stiles began to hit all the right spots and I was seeing stars.

“Stiles!”

“That’s it baby, cum for me. Fuck,” his movements became sloppy and then he became still as he came.

We laid in bed for a while, snuggled up in each other’s arms.

“Stiles?”

“Hmm.”

“Thank you.”

He looked down at me,“For what?”

“For everything. For always being there for me and making me feel special and loved. I love you so much.”

“Skye, I’ll always be here for you. And remember that I will always love you, no matter what.” Stiles leaned down and softly kissed me.

“I just realized something,” I said.

“What?”

“That now I need to go shoe shopping,” I giggled as Stiles groaned and covered his face.

EXO Reaction to you dating them & being really good friends with another member

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Chanyeol:

*Always trying to catch your attention* “Jagi look at me! Not at him! Just me!”

Kris:

*Someone’s jelly. Someone’s not happy*

Sehun:

*Actually has a lot of fun with him too. There’s nothing like a third wheel here* “Jagi!! Tell him I won!”

Tao:

“I feel like she doesn’t love me… maybe I’m not enough… maybe I need to be more manly like Luhan..”

Kai:

*Feels a little left behind but doesn’t say anything* “I don’t want to make her feel bad… I know they are really good friends…”

Xiumin:

*He’s cool with it* “Let’s go for some drinks jagi! Let’s all bond!” *Maybe a little too much*

Baekhyun:

*Judging* “So this is why she didn’t want to go to the movies! to cook with Kyungsoo?! Really?”

Luhan:

“Why are you hanging out with him? I’m the manliest of them all!”

Chen:

*He’s fine as long as he gets to have you close* “I can see her…she is so pretty… ahh I love her” *Stalker-ish Jongdae*

Kyungsoo:

*Just warns the members* “Don’t get too close… that’s all.. but I mean it! She’s my girl!” *Possessive Soo*

Lay:

*Always somehow gets “bullied” by the members when he tries to take you away with him* “But she is my girlfriend!!”

Suho:

“Why aren’t you all listening to me? Jagi… don’t tell me you too…. damn!” *Leader Struggles*

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Wanna bet? / Part 2

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Part 1

A/N: You wanted a second part for this story, so here it is! Hope you’ll enjoy! :)


The day of the Hogsmeade trip came and you couldn’t be more nervous. Even though you tried to hide your nervousness, it’s started to coming out of your hands; you even considered to cancel your date or go to the hospital wing and faking sickness. But despite of your jitters, you’d really like to go out with Draco.

“Should I wear a skirt or jeans?” - you asked as you stood in front of your wardrobe. “Or maybe a dress! No, that’s too much. What about this jumper? Oh, no, I don’t want to look like a homless.”

“Will you calm down!” - Hermione sighed. “It’s just a date.”

You almost shouted at her; just a date?, but Parvati’s eyes lighted up at the hope she’ll hear a new gossip. 

“You are going to a date? With who?”

You hesitated for a second; if you’ll tell her, the whole school will know before you even got out from the castle, but they’ll see you with him in Hogsmeade anyway soon. “With Draco Malfoy.”

Both Parvati’s and Levander’s eyes widened open and suddenly, they really quickly dressed up and left the room (probably to discuss your choise of a date).

Meanwhile, with Hermione’s help you picked a simple but pretty outfit, and a few minutes later you were on your way to the Great Hall to have some breakfast. In front of the big oak door, you bumped into Pansy Parkinson and her gang. 

“Well Y/L/N, ready for your date?” - she spoke in a phlegmatic voice.

“Yes, I am.” - and you already started to walk away, but she called after you.

“I won’t be so sure if I were you. You’re nearly not enough a guy like Draco.” - she snickered with the other girls. 

“Well, he asked me out. That’s makes me more enough than you at least.” - and you walked off with a satisfied smile.

An hour later, you met Draco at the entrance hall; now in a much better mood after you wiped off Pansy’s smirk. 

Moreover, you were so thrilled when you saw him smiling at you, he just had a time to say “Morning, love.”, and you’ve already wrapped your hands around his neck and connected your lips with his. He didn’t protested though, but at the middle of the kiss it’s flashed into your brain; how did you get the nerve for this? You slowed down the kiss as you felt your head getting hotter, and when you pulled away, you were sure you flushed again. 

With his hands still on your waist, he said in an amused voice. “I already like this date. But how many times should I kiss you until you won’t blush?”

You bit your lower lip. “Kiss me more often and we’ll see.” 

He laughed at this as you started to walk to Hogsmeade. “You always say what you think, don’t you? That’s why I like you. But really, I just don’t want to make you feel yourself unconfortable or something.”

“You don’t.” 

On the way to the village you were truly surprised how great you get along with him. Everything with him came easy, it was so natural, you didn’t even undrestand how you two weren’t friends earlier. 

But overcome your anxiety wasn’t so easy afterall. You knock off a box from a shelf at the quill shop, smashed into the door at the Honeydukes, and slip on the ice so you almost fell down, but Draco catched you. 

“Are you really that clumsy or just nervous?” - he asked with his hands around you. 

You snuggled up against his chest. “I’m just nervous.”

“But why?” He lifted your chin so your eyes could met his grey ones; those beautiful icy eyes now looked so warm and caring.

“I’m just… I really like you.” - you muttered, but became louder with every phrase. - “And I’m afraid because… why would you like me? I’m just me, and a Gryffindor and not even a pureblood and your friends hate me too…” - he cut you off with a slow kiss. 

“I honestly don’t care about any of those things. And I like you exactly because you’re you, and you’re special. And, my friends don’t hate you, they don’t even know you. Why do you think that?”

“Well, Pansy…” - you started, but he cut you off again. 

“Pansy is a bitch with everyone. That, and she’s jealous. Don’t care about her. Or hex her, you’re pretty good at it.” 

“You mean about that one time when I hexed you and you spent the whole weekend at the Hospital Wing?” - you asked with an innocent tone. 

“You know, that wasn’t very nice though… but good to know my girlfriend can take care of herself.” 

Umm.. did he just say…? “So am I your girlfriend now?”

And suddenly, he became a little nervous. 

“I mean, I know I didn’t ask yet, but, well, I hoped, I…”

“Okay, I want to be your girlfriend, just stop this. My awkwardness is more than enough for this relationship.” 

You spent the rest of your afternoon at the Three Broomstick in the back of the pub with a company of a few butterbeer. After an hour when your anxiety got drowned into the beers, you forgot every little thing that made you nervous earlier. With Draco’s hands on your thigh and your head on his shoulder, you talked and laughed a lot; your hand sometimes on his shoulder, sometimes between his hands, sometimes on his neck, and he clearly saw that urge in your eyes that you wanted to kiss him like in every minute. Oh bloody hell, he’s such a great kisser.

“Getting clingy, are we?” - he asked when you buried your face on the crook of his neck.

You giggled. “You made me drunk.” 

“Sorry darling, it’s not my fault I’m such a good kisser you getting drunk by my lips.”

“Not that you idiot.” - you laughed. - “Okay, that too.” And you kissed him passionately, his grip on your thigh became stronger, your hands wandered on the back of his head, and you bit his lower lip - probably a bit too hard, because you felt a taste of blood on your tounge. 

“Oh Godric I’m so sorry.” - you said while wiped the blood off his lips, but he was smiling. 

“You know I can’t decide if you’re too innocent or the complete opposite, and I love it.” 

You let out a nervous laugh. “Let me fix your lips, I know a spell.” 

But before you reached your wand, he grapsed your wrist. “That’s probably not the best idea, you’re tipsy and I can live with a little wound.” 

You looked at him with a bit of a guilty smile, and he kissed you on your cheek. 

“Let’s get walk back to the castle. You need some fresh air anyway.”

He accompanied you to the tower. The Fat Lady’s Corridor was deserted on that time of the day, so you stopped there, now your head completely clear. 

“So how awkward was I? Getting tipsy on a first date…” 

“Y/N you were completely fine. You were just clingly, and I loved it. And I loved this date.” - he smiled. 

“Me too.”

And he kissed you, but soon, he found your neck instead of your lips. 

“Draco… what are you doing?” - you half whispered - half moaned. 

“Repay the mark that you gave me.” - he smirked. 

You giggled but let him and kiss him again after. Soon enough, people filled the corridors.

“Guess it’s my time to leave.” - he said. 

“Yes… shame you’re not a Gryffindor, we could hang out in our common room.”

He snorted. “Shame you’re not a Slytherin. Especially with that attitude.”

You gave a quick kiss on his lips. “See you at dinner.”

“See you, love.”


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Perfect

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Originally posted by pleasingpics

Reader knew Damon in 1864. They meet again in Mystic Falls when Reader attacks Elena, which leads to them feeding off each other while having sex. Sorry if it’s too long I really liked this one.

Reader X Damon Salvatore

Warnings: Smut, maybe a swear word can’t remember truthful.


I walked behind Anna, more like danced behind Anna as we walked to the library her wanting to double check something about getting her Mom out of the tomb.

“Y/N Will you please stop? We are getting weird looks.”

“Oh hush you are just jealous.” I say walking into the building the smell of old paper filling my nose.

“Well will you at least calm down?” She asked as we walked up to stairs.

“Where is the fun in that?” I asked walking backwards in front of her.

That was clearly a bad idea because I soon found myself tripping over something or should I say someone.

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I need wingman Winn in my life. I want him trying to set up Alex on dates and going with her to gay bars but instead of helping he just scares women away with his eagerness when he approaches them.

I want men at the bar to hit on him and him being super cool about it. Maybe even suspiciously OK with. He is so cool about it that at one point he gets distracted talking to a hot guy that looks a lot like Superman and that keeps complimenting him.

That’s for the better though cause with him distracted the girl who had been looking at Alex from afar finally gets to make a move and buy her a drink. Alex is all shy with her, and she doesn’t really feel the same things she feels about Maggie but it’s still exciting and she has a good time talking to the girl. Even gives the girl her phone number.

When Winn and Alex talk the next day at the DEO about how much fun they had Kara joins in and say she wants to go with them next time, to support Alex. They do and now it’s Kara who keeps getting hit on and the only thing she does is laugh nervously but doesn’t reject anyone.

When two girls look about ready to punch each other fighting for Kara’s attention, Alex resorts to putting her hand around Kara’s shoulders and kissing her check, along with a pointed look to scare the women away. That means she doesn’t get to meet anyone new that night but she doesn’t mind, she has a lot of fun just drinking and dancing with Kara. Winn also gets to see his Superman look-alike friend again.

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~~*VSFW*~~

“Daddy!” She runs over to him and throws her arms around his middle, still happily wearing the beanie he put on her that morning. “Guess what we learned in school today!”
Every single day, he is still surprised by how tall his daughter is now and how fast she grew. Yet she is still young enough to rely on him and want his attention and hugs. To her, he isn’t a famous actor and singer, just her dad. He smiles softly at her sweet, brown eyes which mirror his and her bright smile, just like yours. She’s already talking about how she was the best reader in English class as he makes sure she puts her seatbelt on. “When we get home, maybe you can read the story to me and your mom. I think she’ll be really proud of you, too.” She watches him from the backseat as he drives them back home. He looks up into the rearview mirror to see her grinning and he knows, more than acting, being an idol, or songwriter, being this little girl’s father is the best job he’s ever had.

- Admin J

Desperate (Part 2) - Jason Todd x Reader

A/N: Sorry for taking so long! Christmas got in the way, then I got sick -I still am, but I managed to finish this bc I was really feeling like writting something. So it here is! I hope you like it, if not let me know so that I can rewrite/correct it.

P.S- Maybe in the future I’ll a part 3? About how they made their decision, about how the family reacts to the newborn baby and how they take care of her/him? I know I’ve done something like this before (here) but it would be different. Let me know if you want it and leave some suggestions as well!

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As soon as the door closed, Jason leaned against it, looking blankly at nowhere in particular. Pregnant? He couldn’t take care of a kid. Not now.

He needed some time to think so he decided to go to his favorite place in Gotham, a building not far from there. There was nothing special with it really, it wasn’t very modern, barely anyone was ever there, but he liked it that way. From the roof he could see the whole city and he found it very relaxing. It was a beautiful view and there was no one there to disturb him.

He looked at the city trying to calm himself. He remembered the first time he brought you there.

It was your second date, you were just in time to watch the sun setting and all the buildings suddenly being iluminated by the moonlight.

“This view is beautiful Jason.” You said as the sun disappeared on the horizon.

“Not as beautiful as what I’m viewing now.” Jason was looking at you the whole time, he was smiling. He looked even more handsome with the moonlight reflecting on his deep blue eyes.

You didn’t answer feeling yourself blush (thank God it was dark already) , instead you just turned your head to look at the city again.

“I’m glad you like it” he said breaking the short silence that fell upon you two “I like calm places like this, I thought you might like it as well.” You sit in the edge of the rooftop next to him and he held your hand intertwining his cold fingers with yours.

He leaned to you pressing his lips against yours. Your hands flew to the back of his neck and hair and his hands to your waist and cheeks. That’s when your first kiss together happened.

Jason smiled unconsciously as if he was reliving that memory again. He loved you, he really did, but he was so confused. He wasn’t ready to be a parent and neither were you. He called the one person he knew could help him: Bruce.

Luckly for Jason, Bruce was around so it took him less than a minute to get there. Jason was still in the same position he previously was when Bruce arrived.

“Bruce.” He murmured feeling the presence of the older man on the roof.

“You said you needed to talk.” Bruce walked to Jason placing his hand on Jason’s shoulder looking at the city as well. But unlike his son, Bruce didn’t find the view anything special so he just ignored it and turned to look at the boy.

“Yes.” Jason answered nervously. He sat on the edge of the roof just like he did on your date. Bruce followed his actions and remained silent, waiting for the boy to speak. “I-“ he took a deep breath trying to collect the right words. “(Y/N)’s pregnant.” He was too ashamed to look at Bruce, but he he knew he wasn’t happy to know he was going to have grandchildren.

“Jason” the man said in a calm but low voice  “How could you let that happen?” he was disappointed, it was obvious.

“I-I don’t know.. We’re always careful, I-I” he stuttered fustrated.

“Are you keeping it?” Bruce remained calm.

“I don’t know. We haven’t really.. talked about it.” Jason scratched the back of his neck.

“Then what did you talk about?” he arched an eyebrow.

“I-We-“ a small sigh came out of the unmasked boy’s mouth. “Nothing. I just came here.”

“You came here?” Bruce repeated incredulously “You didn’t even talk to her? You left her there Jason?” he raised his voice, not believing his son’s behavior.

“I’m so stupid.” He covered his face with his hands feeling an odd sensation on his throat, as if something was stuck there, like a scream. He was so frustated, he just wanted to get rid of all the blame, nervousness and regret inside of him and even if screaming wasn’t going to help him with that, he still wanted to do it. “I wanted to talk to you, I don’t know what to do!”

“Well, maybe you should start by talking to her! You’re in this together. Leaving her when she needs you the most wasn’t the wisest thing to do.” He crossed his harms starting to get impatient.

“You’re right. I need to go see her. NOW.”

And with that, Jason got off the building and ran to your place as fast as he could. He was starting to get really jealous of The Flash. He rang on your doorbell and started beating his foot on the ground impatiently. Why were you taking so long? He got tired of waiting (even though not even 1 minute had passed) and he opened your door using a paperclip. He could’ve done it before, but you didn’t like when he did that because it made him look like a robber.

The house was silent. Even your muffled sobs had stopped. He ran around the house but you were nowhere to be found.  

“(Y/N)!” he called worried. He even searched on your secret panick room (yes you had one), but nothing. Where the hell were you?! You couldn’t be on any of your family member’s house because they all lived outside Gotham and you wouldn’t go to a friend’s house, no matter how close you were. You would rather face this moment with him alone and Jason knew it.

He tried thinking of all your special places but none of them seemed to make sense. The roof? Nah, he just came from there. The bar where you met? That didn’t seem like the right place to be alone. Then where could you be?

Suddenly, a light bulb lit up above his head. He knew exactly where to find you. He immediately got out of the house and ran to a park near by. It was huge but he knew you would be in the quiest and the most hidden place in it. He was so glad that his instincts were right.

There you were, in front of him, staring at the clear waters of the lake in front of you. Your eyes were red and puffy and your hands were still shaking. He approached you calmly not wainting to scare you but as soon as he got close enough, he hugged you like there was no tomorrow.

Not noticing he was there, at first you thought you were being attacked and even when you realised who it was, you still weren’t sure if you should hug him back or not. You were so hurt and so confused at this point. He leaves without looking at you and now he’s back? Hugging you like nothing happened?

You weren’t understanding what was happening but you didn’t care much. You hugged him back feeling more tears rolling down your cheeks. You could swear your body was so dry you couldn’t cry any more.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry, I know I’m a douche and I completely understand if you don’t forgive me but please just hear me out-“ you interrupted him by kissing him. You were both needing it really. “I will assume it. I will help you raise this baby, I will be the best father I can be.. At least I will try, I promisse you.”

At this point, you had a massive headache and you didn’t want to keep crying, but he was making it hard.

“I-I’m scared Jay.” You spoke weakly, your voice shaking “I’m not sure I’m ready to be a mom.”

“Bruce can help us, it will have a home, a family, food, clothes.. Everything-“

“Money is not the problem.” You shoke your head “I’m too young, we both are. I have exams the next week! My life is not completely settled, I’m not ready to raise this child.”

“Alfred can take care of them while you finish your studies.” He held your hand trying to assure you that everything was okay.

“No, Jason.” You put your hand back releasing it from his. “I want to be there to watch my children grow. I want to witness their first steps, first words.” You smiled thinking about the moments ahead of you.

“Are you saying that- Do you.. Do you want to abort this baby?” Jason questioned startled.

“No- I mean, I don’t know.” You placed your hand on your forehead “I truly don’t know what to do Jay!” you started crying, frustated.

“Hey, hey..” Jason leaned to you holding both of your hands. “Look at me.” He asked and looked you in the eye. “Shh.. Calm down. I get it: you’re scared. I am too! I’m terrified. I’m not ready for this either. But it’s our fault. It’s our problem, and we can’t just get rid of it as soon as we get the chance. Well, we can, but I don’t think it’s the best decision we can make. It’s not their fault to be here, they didn’t ask to be alive. We should think about this with time, maybe talk with our families to-“

“No!” you almost screamed. “My family would kill me!” you squeezed your boyfriend’s hands thighly.

“Do you plan doing this without their knowledge? They need to know, (Y/N), whether we decide to have this baby or not.”

You didn’t say another word. He was right, your family needed to know.

“Now..” he got closer to you “Let’s go home, take a break from all this drama for a bit, and then we can talk about this later, when we’re calmer. Maybe we can have a clearer vision of the future then.”

You nodded hugging him so thight you could feel his heart beating fast against your chest. Jason was trying to calm you down, but you knew he needed to calm down as well, he needed to be sure everything was going to be ok.

“You know..” you started breaking the hug “No matter what we choose to do, I want to thank you for everything that you’ve done so far, for being here for me, even though you ran away earlier” you laughed slightly  “and I want you to know that you are going to be a great father. For this kid or for the others to come.”

He cupped your right cheek kissing you once again. That was his way of thanking you, he didn’t need to say the magic words for you to know he appreciated it.“We both are going to be great parents. A bit crazy and I would say.. unsual?” he laughed referring to the Red Hood part “But great parents for sure.”

If it does, lucky me. She’s [McBride] awesome. She’s my favorite actress on the show. I mean, I like them all, but I’ve gotten to work a lot with her and know her vibe. If it happens, it happens. I want it to be awkward when it happens. I want it to be really awkward. I want her to make the first move. […] I don’t think he’s figured out women. What does a relationship look like and how does that work? He never really grew up with a woman in the house, so it’s sort of like foreign creatures to him. […] Maybe he got together with a couple of locals at one point or something. But I don’t think he was ever in any sort of serious relationship. So if it happens, great. If it doesn’t, great. I like the fact that we’re two damaged people and we sort of gravitate to each other. I like that. If it happens, right on.
— 

Norman Reedus, Entertainment Weekly [online] (06/Mar/2013)

We asked the man who plays Daryl, Norman Reedus, if romance could be blooming in the couple’s future.