perfect place to go as a couple

melodrama breakdown
  • green light: I want the things ! I want them ! also fuck u
  • sober: okay so I'm uhh completely out of my fucking mind right now but it's good, little worried about what I'm going to be like sober
  • homemade dynamite: we just met but do you wanna blow something up
  • the louvre: we're the best couple. we're a work of art.
  • liability: I'm too much for you to handle.
  • hard feelings: uhhh I didn't realise being in love was going to be this hard
  • loveless: fuck love
  • sober II (melodrama): that feeling after the party or a concert of something where you're buzzing with adrenaline but you're about to crash
  • writer in the dark: take your broken heart and turn it into art
  • supercut: revisionist history
  • liability (reprise): maybe the party is meant to make us cry
  • perfect places: okay lets go party again

anonymous asked:

Victuuri AU where they meet on Tinder

(s/o to everyone on discord for enabling this, esp @actualyuuri​)


“You can’t swipe left on everyone,” Christophe laments. “He was cute.”

“Nope.” Viktor flicks his finger again. 

“Oh come on! He’s cute, too!”

“Nuh-uh.”

Christophe sighs. “I’m seriously starting to question your taste in men, Viktor.”


“I don’t think he’s cute at all,” Yuuri says, frowning. Next to him, Phichit laughs.

“Come on, you never know. It’s just a fun game, and it doesn’t hurt to cast your net out a little!”

“I don’t want to cast out my net,” complains Yuuri.

Phichit rolls his eyes. “There’s gotta be someone here that’ll fit your exacting standards, Yuuri ‘I only date men who have done quad flips’ Katsuki.”

“And you making me swipe right on everyone isn’t going to help matters,” retorts Yuuri.

Phichit blows a raspberry. The next profile comes up. 

“I don’t know,” says Yuuri, looking at it with a frown. “He’s got a bathroom abs selfie.”

“Swipe right,” replies Phichit.


Viktor gets to the profile named “Yuuri Katsuki”, who is currently 1.2 kilometres away, and purses his lips. Because the guy’s picture has two very attractive men on it, but one of them sparks Viktor’s interest a lot more than the other.

Which one is Yuuri? His gut instinct goes for the one in the cat-eared beanie, but it could just as easily be the cheery-looking darker-skinned one next to him. Both of them are beaming in front of the Detroit Skate Club, though, and based on their next picture of them goofing around on the bleachers inside, must be involved with the DSC somehow. 

The third picture is a picture of a pork cutlet bowl. Just a fuckin pork cutlet bowl. Viktor groans, though he’s also intrigued. Christophe raises an eyebrow and leans over.

“Which one is he?” he asks. 

“Probably the pork cutlet bowl,” replies Viktor. He swipes right, intrigued.


“Ooh, Viktor Nikiforov is on Tinder?”

Yuuri purses his lips, looking at the selfies. They’re all recent ones from Instagram. “Could be fake,” he points out.

“There’s only one way to know,” replies Phichit, grinning.

Yuuri swipes right, intrigued.


It’s a match! the app announces, and Viktor wants to immediately fire off a message to Yuuri, asking him which one of the two men in the picture he is. But that might come off as rude, so he decides to go about it a little more sneakily. 

i notice you’re a skater, and you’re nearby. want to grab coffee sometime? and bring your friend! - vn

There. That should do it. 

He gets a message a couple minutes later. That sounds good, is the response. We’ll both be there. Time and place?

i’m only in town for a couple more days. i don’t know detroit very well. you guys can pick. - vn

How about Astro Coffee this Wednesday at noon?

Viktor smiles. perfect - vn


Yuuri’s not nervous at all. 

(That’s a lie. He’s grabbing coffee with Viktor Nikiforov. Or at least, who he hopes is really Viktor and not some serial killer catfishing as him.)

At least Phichit will be coming along. Which is fair, since he set things up. Though it is a little strange that Viktor had asked for both of them. Maybe he was more interested in Phichit.

But that’s strange. Phichit had his own profile. Heck, he’s going through it right now, for shits and giggles as they wait in line to place their order.

“Yuuri?” he hears, and turns towards the door, and oh. 

Oh no.

It really is Viktor Nikiforov. And he’s beaming like he’s made of pure, unadulterated sunshine. 


Viktor watches a young man in blue-rimmed glasses with a shock of dark hair turn at the call of his name, and his heart leaps into his throat, because oh.

Oh no.

It really is the guy in the cat-eared beanie, and he’s even cuter in person.

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Self Love Bath Sachet

hey everyone! I thought I’d share a simple self love bath sachet, which is perfect for Beltane!

You’ll need:

  • A mesh sachet/bag (pink or red would go well for Beltane)
  • Himalayan salt (I used one specifically for baths, I think normal Himalayan salt would be okay but just be careful!) 
  • A few rosemary sprigs (fresh is best)
  • Lavender oil (or you could use fresh lavender if you have it)

Place all your ingredients in the bag - if you have any skin sensitivities be careful using the Himalayan salt and lavender essential oils as they can cause reactions. 

If you’re using lavender oil drip a couple of drops onto the salt to soak it up before placing in the bag.

Whilst placing the ingredients in the bag, set your intention. You could whisper this to yourself or just think it over in your head. For instance: “I love and appreciate myself” 

Tie up the bag and place under warm running water 

Leave in the bath as you bathe and the ingredients will disperse into the water and smell lovely!

Happy Beltane to those who celebrate! 

Finding you

Originally posted by taesscripts

Words: 5992

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut

It has pretty much everything but there is a point where there will be smut so if you don’t fancy something like that you can just skip the part.

Description: Your cousin gave you a gift. It’s a pen, a pen that whatever you write upon your skin with it will also appear on your soulmate’s. Silly stuff, how can what you write with a stupid pen appear on your soulmate’s skin?

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Cheater

Pairing: Peter parker x reader 

Request: “OMG PLS DO A PETER PARKER IMAGINE BASED ON THE SONG CHEATER BY THE VAMPS AND CAN YOU MAKE IT HAVE A FLUFFY ENDING AND MAYBE A MAKEOUT OR SOME SHIT” - @blueskaikru

word count: 2953

Hope you guys enjoy!

REMEMBER REQUEST ARE OPEN!!!

Originally posted by buckybarnres

3 months. You had been in a lovely relationship with your boyfriend for about 3 months, and everything seemed kinda perfect. Maybe to perfect to be true. Your boyfriend Mark had always treated you nicely, however the past weeks he had been cold and distant with you.

Despite all the things you had tried he seemed to be lost in his own world. He kept canceling dates and ignoring your calls, you could tell he was growing more distant with each passing day, however you had one last idea that might bring your boyfriend’s attention back to you.

You were supposed to meet your best friend Peter at his place. You wanted to talk about it with him. He would help you out right? After all, he was a man, he had to know what was going on with Mark.

Peter and you had been best friends since you could remember. His apartment was just above yours, and since you both attended the same school it wasn’t long after you called each other best friend.

People always used to insist that you and Peter were the perfect couple, and for a little while during your freshman year you actually believed it, however he never tried to make a move on you.

You remembered all that time you wished he would see you as something more than a friend with some nostalgia. When everybody started mentioning what a good couple you would both make, Peter had immediately shut those people down. After a while you just realised that maybe you were better being just friends. A little part of you would always wonder what being Peter’s girlfriend would feel like, but right now you had a lovely boyfriend, even if he hadn’t really been present lately.

You got into his apartment without even knocking, knowing Aunt May wasn’t even around, you loved her, but it was definitely better this way; you didn’t want to have this conversation with an audience.

You went straight to Peter’s room, sitting in his bed right across him. He gave you a quick glance and a smile before returning to his homework.

“Hey Y/n! Where have you been? I didn’t see you at school today”

"Yeah well, I skipped it, I needed time to think about something”.

This time the boy left his duties aside, giving you his complete attention.

“Is everything okay at home?”

God you loved this boy! He always cared for you and made sure you were okay.

“Yeah  Yeah of course! But is something else- something with- you know, Mark” you finally said as you looked at the boy. You didn’t want to annoy him with your girl talk, but you didn’t knew who else to turn to.

“Do you want to talk about it?” The boy didn’t love the idea of you and Mark, however he didn’t opposed to it. If it made you happy he was happy as well.

“ It’s just that- he has been really distant with me lately, canceling dates and I’m pretty sure he is lying to me! Can you believe it? But anyways- I think I may have a solution, but-well I don’t know for sure”

“Well dummy, you can always tell me! I can tell you if it’s a bad idea”

A blush spread through your cheeks, making your whole face heat up . You could not believe you were about to tell this to your best friend and former crush.

“Well I’ve been thinking that- well- I think- I think I might do it with him”

You couldn’t even look Peter in the eye after what you had just said. Why did you think it was a good idea?

“Do what?”

“You know-the thing!”

She felt the embarrassment filling her up once again. If she couldn’t even say the word sex how was she planning on actually doing it?

“I will have sex with Mark”

For a couple of second everything was completely quiet as you waited for his reaction.

Finally Peter got out of his trance and his eyes grew considerably while a scarlet color adorned his whole face. He could not believe what you just had told him.

“What?! Are you crazy?! Why would you even do that?!”

The boy seemed confused and hurt. He had said those words with a voice tone that would have made you believe Peter was jealous, however you knew better than that. Peter was probably just trying to protect you.

“Peter is not a big deal! Were both 18!”

“So? Being 18 doesn’t mean you have to go and get rid of your v card immediately!”

“Peter I honestly don’t know why are you so upset! I didn’t threw a big fuss over how you lost it to Liz Allen last year!”

Both teenagers had started yelling at this point. They couldn’t believe the other was being so stubborn about the topic.

“But I did it because I wanted to! Not just to get the attention of a douche boy back!”

“What exactly are you trying to tell me Peter?”

“You shouldn’t feel the need to have sex with Mark in order to win him back! If he loved you he wouldn’t lie or ignore you!”

“Of course he loves me! We just need this to make our relationship stronger”

He doesn’t love you! He doesn’t love you half as much as I do, the boy thought to himself. “ When you give him what he wants he will dump you Y/n!”

“How dare you? Mark would never!”

You started pacing around the room before looking once again at Peter.

“You know what- forget it, I don’t know why I came here, I guess I was counting on my best friend, but now I know you don’t care”

Just as you were heading towards the door Peter grabbed your wrist, stopping you from leaving and pulled you close to his chest hugging you. This was a situation you had found yourself many times in, immediately hiding you face in the crock of his neck. He hold you as he started whispering.

“Of course I care dummy! And because I care I’m trying to warn you, I don’t want you to get hurt, or do something you don’t feel prepared for”

This had left you speechless. You had asked yourself this question many times. Were you ready? For many people sex was just an ordinary activity, however you didn’t want to waste what you felt was your one chance to have the perfect first time. Will Mark be gentle on you? Or would he just want to do it fast and rough? You didn’t knew if you were prepared for that yet.

You hadn’t even noticed but at some point you had started to cry, damping Peter’s t-shirt and hugged him stronger. Peter was rubbing his hand in your back, holding you, when he put his hand on your face, holding your chin so he could see you in the eye.

“I don’t ever wanna see you crying for some boy okay?”

With his other hand he cleaned away the tears from your cheeks. As he did so you realised how close you two were. From this position you could count the lashes in Peter’s eyes, those brown eyes you had found yourself getting lost in, those same eyes which were now staring at you. Peter seemed to realise the distance between you two as well as he looked at your lips and once again at your eyes. You could feel you two getting even closer and a part of you wanted to stop while the other wanted to continue even further. Your lips were about to brush together, but you could tell Peter was still waiting for your approval.

You couldn’t do this! The rational part of you pulled away right before you could kiss the boy. Oh God! We’re you actually going to kiss Peter Parker? As you glanced at the boy you could see the confusion in his eyes.

“What happened? Did I do something wrong?”

“Peter- I just- I don’t- Peter you know I have a boyfriend! God, I came to talk to you about him!”

“He doesn’t deserve you Y/n! He never will!”

“Let me make those choices”

With this final decision you stormed out the room, more than ready to make yours and Mark’s relationship work.

Peter was left alone, watching as you leaved his room and probably his life as well. Not only was he losing you but now he knew what you planned on giving to Mark.

He felt devastated, angry at that stupid  asshole  who couldn’t appreciate what he had right in front of his eyes, but mostly heartbroken, because even with all of that you had chosen him over Peter.    He felt his eyes itching, with tears beginning to form in his eyes. He felt his blood boiling under his skin and started gripping his hands into fists, refusing to let the tears roll down.

Before he realised he was punching his bed and pillows, trying to get all his frustration out. He needed some spidey action to get you and everything out of his minds. The boy quickly changed into his suit and leaved the apartment, anxious to punch somebody in the face.

However the boy was in no luck. Today of all days seemed to be the quietest and calmest of the whole year. He hadn’t witnessed any robberies or attacks and all his energy was starting to build up inside him.

He decided to swing from budding to building trying to get some of the energy out, and without even realizing he suddenly found himself right outside Mark’s house. He hadn’t even noticed he had made his way there, but now that he was he couldn’t bring himself to go back to his own place.

He couldn’t go face Mark like he wanted to, after all he was still wearing the suit, but just as he was preparing to go back, he saw from the coroner of his eye as Mark entered the building with a girl in his arms. Peter realised he was too late. You were already in Mark’s home and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He knew it was none of his business, but still he climbed the wall up to the window in Mark’s room. Even from the outside he could listen to the couple’s voices as they laughed together.

Peter was just a coward. He had been so afraid of ruining your friendship with his feelings for you  that he had settled with just being friends. But he wanted so much more. He wanted to take your hand and kiss you. He wanted to hold you close all day and all night. He wanted to call you mine and do all the things you were probably about to let Mark do to you.

The boy had been so lost in his own thoughts he had barely noticed that the silence that surrounded him was now filled with other sounds he rather not hear.

Even from the outside he could hear the gasps and moans that filled the room.He could not bear to listen anymore as you asked Mark to touch you more and go further.

Just as he was giving up on spying he heard a name that was clearly not yours.

“Stacy, you treat me so good”

Unless Peter was going crazy that was definitely not your name. More moaning from Mark was heard, and even though he wanted to leave so desperately he also needed to know what was happening.

“Y/n would never be this good”

Shit. Shit. Shit. Mark had a girl up in his room doing things that were definitely not friendly. That jerk was cheating on you! Peter had to tell you as soon as possible! He could not let that idiot hurt you that way!

Whether you loved Peter or not he still had to warn you. He decided going to his place to change clothes and finding you was the best option. The boy swung from the buildings as quickly as he could, arriving to his  place at a record time.

He got changed into some jeans and t-shirt, taking his keys and making his way to the apartment’s door. He got to hurry if he wanted to reach you in time to stop you. He opened the door ready to leave, however the boy was surprised when you were already in the entry, about to knock on the door.

Both teenagers stared at each other with surprise in their faces. Peter did not expect you to be here, he thought you were probably on your way to Mark’s. The boy took a long look at Y/n, you looked apparently the same, however he could see how puffy and red your eyes were.

You realised Peter had noticed how you’ve been crying before. You probably looked like hell.  You lowered your gaze trying to hide your face a little and straighten your hair.

“What are y-”

“You were right”

Peter had tried to talk but you interrupted him.

“About what?”

“Mark he- he was- he was with-”

You tried to explain. Explain how you had gone to Mark’s hoping to surprise him only to find him snogging some other girls face. he didn’t even look remotely sorry. You wanted to tell Peter how you had broken up and how sorry you were about you attitude to him.

But all those words were caught up in your throat. Your voice was trembling and you couldn’t form any sentences. You were to afraid that Peter will kick you out and never forgive you. As you looked into those brown eyes you found yourself unable to talk at all, and your eyes picking and filling with tears as you realised Peter had only tried to protect you.

Words were not needed between the both of you. Peter stepped closer to you, holding you near his chest and letting you cry, the same way he had done those hours ago. He didn’t need to tell you anything and neither did you.

Once again you found yourself between those arms.  Everything felt so in place, so perfect. Not even once you had felt that way between Mark’s arms. He guided you towards his couch, still holding you close.

“I’m so sorry Peter I- thank you, you know for everything”

“ Shhhh- don’t worry about it, I’ll always be here for you”

You pulled apart once again. You knew he wouldn’t approach you anymore, as he was just rejected a couple hours ago, but still something pulled you towards him, grabbing his face between your hands. You stroke his cheek as your thumb move to his mouth. Peter’s eyes grew at the sight of you watching his own lips.

“If this is you trying to apologize you don’t have-”

You cut Peter off by finally brushing your lips to his joining in a small kiss. You pulled apart only to move closer to him in his couch, kissing him once again.

“This is me apologizing, for not telling you, how I’ve really feel about you for all this years”.

Peter finally gave in grabbing your waist and pushing your body towards the armrest, with him above you.His hand stopped cupping your face and moved towards you legs, pushing them slightly open to place himself between them.

You felt yourself breathing a little heavier. You wanted to pull apart to catch your breath, however you needed to be close to Peter more. You continued kissing him and biting into his lips, trying to deepen more the kiss. Peter couldn’t stop the moaning that came out from his mouth as you moved your hand under his shirt, stroking his stomach with your cold hands. He could feel your smirk under your kissing, so he pulled apart. Instead he chose to bite and suck on your neck, leaving small love bites.

“You know how mad it made me? Knowing he would be touching and doing all the things I want to do to you?”

His words distracted your hands from their touching, while Peter hold the above your head.

“I don’t want him to touch you, or kiss you- Hell, I don’t even want him to look at you”

You could not stop the little whimpers from coming out. Listening to Peter talk to you that way made you feel all warm inside.

He continued to kiss on your collarbone, sliding his hand towards your waist once again. This time you placed your hands on his back, pulling him closer. He brought his face close to you, this time looking straight into your eyes.

“I love you more than anything”

“I love you too, Peter”

And you really meant it. After all this years your feeling for him had only grew stronger. Now you knew that all those kisses with Mark didn’t really meant anything, because he wasn’t Peter.

“You’ll never have to do that with me. I’ll always wait for you darling”

With this final words Peter brought your head to his chest and reclined both of you on the couch, cuddling you. He gave you a forehead kiss and while you stared in his big brown eyes you realised that was the place you felt the safest at. Beside the boy you had and will always love, Peter.

Tony as an Artist Headcanon

I know everyone talks about how Steve is an artist and went to art school but I truly believe that Tony is an artist too. I’m not talking about artist in a creator sense but as a designing and drawing kind of way.

I mean does one look at how wonderfully drawn the Mark-1 designs are in IM1? They are so detailed and intricate and the only person who could have drawn them is him. To validate that Yinsen asks Tony what all the papers are and he puts them together to show Yinsen the Mark-1 suit.

Plus he probably needed a way to design and create the objects in his head as a genius kid and might not have all the tools yet so he took to pen and paper and taught himself the skill to draw out intricate designs and learn how art, perspectives and proportions work so that he can create a base idea of how the invention is going to look.

So we fast forward to when the Avengers all live in the tower together and Steve visits Tony everyday and sketches or does paperwork while just being in the presence of the genius. Tony always asks to see Steve’s art with great enthusiasm. Steve always obliges because who is he to deny Tony anything really.

It became routine that Steve was the artist and Tony the inventor but one day when Steve falls asleep on the couch. Tony gets a bit of a roadblock in his inventing and needs a bit of stress relief. Trying to stay away from bad habits and is a bit tired of playing with his bots (daddy needs some alone time okay?) he notices Steve’s sketchbook laying on his chest. Carefully Tony plucks the book from Steve and opens to a new page and begins to doodle in the notebook. Once he finishes he doesn’t think to remove the sketches because it’s Steve he knows everything and Tony doesn’t really think about it much after putting the sketchbook back where he got it from.

Later Steve is going through his pad to find a page filled with art sketches that are completely in a different style than his own making him sure that he was not the one to draw this. He begins to wonder who in the world took his pad to draw in when he realized that all the sketches were of the workshop and there is only one other person who knows the place so intricately as him: Tony Stark. At this point he is flabbergasted at the fact that not only is Tony an outstanding artist but also the fact that it never occurred to him that Tony might be when he was a genius creator and inventor.

Steve carefully extracts the sketches from his notebook and finds a frame to put them in and hangs it in his room. He thinks it’s special and he wants to cherish it but he’s also possessive and selfish enough to not want to share this part of Tony with anyone.

It was in that moment when he finally placed the sketches on his wall besides his window that he wants to be with Tony. That this man was perfect for him. They already do what most couples do except the romantic parts of the relationship and Steve could imagine waking up in the morning and drawing a naked sleeping Tony tangled in their bedsheets.

So after getting a pep talk from both Sam and Natasha, because those two have been smacking him around to actually go ask the other man out, Steve asks Tony to go to a paint session with him in his art studio one flow above the workshop and order take-in.

They spend their first date painting each other Tony deciding to go more abstract while Steve goes more literal and having fun while drinking expensive wine (Tony drinks cranberry juice because he wants to get alcohol out of his life) and just having fun.

At the end they reveal the paintings and Steve loved the painting Tony did of him and vise versa but this is the first time Tony has ever actually showcased his art skills and is taken aback at how positively happy Steve is with his piece. He tries to down play it but Steve just glares at Tony hotly before deciding to hang it up on the wall of his favorite art pieces.

Tony placed Steve’s next to it and that is how art Thursdays become a monthly thing for them.

Bonus: on their wedding day they made everyone including themselves wear white and started a paint war completely ruining their suits but later after they have come back from their honey moon they find them encased in glass in Steve’s studio with a plank on each one says:

“Together.”

A love that never dies

Request: Can you do an Elijah Mikaelson imagine? Where the reader and Elijah were together and married before he was turned and when he was turned she was turned too. And when Elijah and the reader go to help Elena with Klaus, Elena walks in on Elijah and the reader having a cute moment and when the reader is leaving she over hears Elena asking Elijah about their love and he gets all glossy eyes and tell her about their story and how their love will never die. Fluff fluff fluff! Please and thank you! 

Disclaimer: There’s is slight mention of rape and also i changed it a little. I switched Elena out with Hope and made Hope around 15-16 years old in this. 

PLEASE DO NOT READ IF RAPE IS A TRIGGER FOR YOU 

Originally posted by onlygodcanjudgeme-sh

Going back a thousand and a hundred and something years I didn’t expect my life to turn out like this. Ending up with the best guy. Ending up with the best family. Ending up with the best story.

“Honey, you’re missing a button,” Elijah said referring to the back of my long wine red dress I was wearing for the Mikaelson ball tonight. After having stopped Klaus from trying to kill Elena we, mostly just Elijah and i, decided having a classic Mikaelson ball would lighten up the mood.

“Really. I didn’t notice,” I said trying to bend my arms to button the top. I had one arm reached over my shoulder and the other one was pushing up the back of the dress so that I could reach the low cut back. I let out a huff as I for the third time failed in buttoning the stupid dress.

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force of habit. 12x10 coda. deancas. (ao3)

“Is this something we’re doing now?” Cas asks. “Being honest about how we feel?”

Dean looks up from his beer to find Cas staring at him, one eyebrow raised in a way that’s decidedly snarky. There’s something in the steadiness of Cas’ gaze, though, in the tilt of his head, that tells Dean it was an actual question and he expects an honest answer.

He had felt good earlier, after giving up the charade and admitting he wasn’t angry. It had felt nice to have things out in the open. He had relaxed, had told himself he could be honest and things would be all right, that he wouldn’t scare Cas off. He had wondered, for a few minutes, why he always felt the need to reign himself in, to bury his care and his concern under a facade. He had asked himself why he still bothered.

Dean sees, now, that he had just talked himself into becoming complacent. As soon as the words are out of Cas’ mouth, Dean’s heart suddenly starts doing double time. Ah, right, he thinks. That’s why. This is why he had changed the subject earlier, when Cas had made it clear he would die for them.

Dean still has limits that Cas seems uniquely excellent at pushing him to. He isn’t doing it on purpose, Dean thinks. It’s one of those human things he never quite got the hang of. Cas has always stood a little too close, stared a little too long. He’s always said things that unsettle Dean in a way he doesn’t quite understand, and this is no exception.

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FP Jones/Andrew’s Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 2

Originally posted by fredsythe

AN: Ahhh! So people actually like this?! This is great! Okay, well I have nothing else to say except that I hope to keep this going a little while and that you all like it. 

(Part One)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 1,926

Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic, little use of strong language

You couldn’t sleep the night after you admitted to a drunk FP Jones that you were in love with him. You were scared that he would remember what you said and reject you completely which is what you expected if you ever told him, he does have a wife after all. But you were also scared that he wouldn’t remember and you’d never get the chance to say it again. 

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percy and vex are that couple where they go grocery shopping together and the cashier puts a divider between their things because like

vex has her hair all braided nicely and her makeup perfect, and she’s wearing a leather jacket covered in pins and patches and a pair of ripped jeans and combat boots. like, she looks like a model. an intimidatingly hot punk rock model.

and then you have percy, who hasn’t shaved in a while and his hair is all over the place and he looks vaguely like he just rolled out of bed - and it doesn’t help that he’s got a dorky sweater vest and khakis on and fucking UGLY dad shoes with a blue hoodie over everything that absolutely does not match the rest of his look

and percy has to spend two minutes trying to convince this poor cashier that no, their stuff is together because they’re together, yes really - vex stop laughing and help me

An Unexpected Surprise - Cody Christian Imagine

Request by Anon: Hey! May you do an imagine where Cody and (y/n) rarely fight but when they do it’s a hell of a mess and the current situation is that he and the (y/n) are having a fight, a really big one bc he accused her of cheating on him, bc maybe she’s coming home late and she’s always on the phone, but what really is happeningis that the reader is organizing a surprise birthday party to him, so when he finds out he’s really regretful for thinking she ever could do that to him and a happy and fluff ending? 

Warnings: Arguments, being accused of cheating, some curse words

Word Count: 4,056

Author’s Note: I couldn’t help myself with this prompt. I hope you like it. 

My Teen Wolf Master List

Originally posted by eu-nasciassim

Cody’s POV

The first sign

It’s funny how time flies by when you’re not looking at the clock, but when you do watch the clock, time seems to move slower. I drummed my fingers against the kitchen table as I slowly watched the second hand take its sweet time to move around the clock. Y/N was 29 minutes late. She’s never late and I was beginning to get worried something might have happened. If she was working late, she would have called or texted me to let me know. But tonight, she didn’t and I couldn’t help but think of the worst.

Just give her one more minute, I thought to myself as I pulled out my phone. Instead of looking at the clock on the wall, I looked at the time on the phone. Why must the last minute take the longest?

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Who do you want?

Jughead x Reader x Archie

Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader has feelings for both Jughead and Archie, but doesn’t want to hurt either of them.

Summary: Jughead, Archie, Reader love triangle

word count: 1.5k

this is a bit shit i’m sorry I’ve had a lot on the past couple of weeks 

I sat in pops, the iridescent lights leaving an ominous glow amongst the few people who decided to stay here at this time of night. I sit there reading a book waiting for Archie, it was a Tuesday night which meant Archie and I were due for milkshakes and a bowl of fries. He arrived without my notice, my nose too far in my book for me to care about any other being I this current moment.

I jump and let out a gasp as a pair of large hands wraps themselves around my eyes, blocking my view from the words before me.  “Archiekins” I giggle turn lifting my hands to his to pry them away from my eyes, only to be met by the infamous ginger himself. His dashing smile taking over his face. “Scoot over y/n/n” he says in my ear gesturing with his head for me to move over in the booth. I move over allowing him to slide in beside me.

He gently places an arm over the back of the booth behind my shoulders. I sink back into my seat letting his arm brush against my shoulders slightly. It was moments like these I thought we’d make the perfect couple. He always treated me so well, and we’d shared a couple of kisses in the past from being caught up in a heated moment. But something always manages to get in the way.


Jughead Jones. He never fails to sway my feelings for the ginger haired preppy boy before me. Whenever everything is going perfectly between us, Jughead always seems to pop up in some way and I’m never able to shake those feelings I get when he’s around.

He was the complete opposite to Archie. Where Archie Andrews held musical and physical talent, and was no doubt Mr. Popularity as of recently (and was easy on the eye) Jughead Jones was boorish in some manners but it suited him, he held a high level of intelligence that no one else could equate to and had distinctive features that made him attractive.

It was fair to say that they both had qualities I was attracted to. And both of them had been pining after me for months. I knew because both Veronica and Kevin had been telling about Archie’s feelings towards me, I didn’t know about Jughead until I overheard him speaking with Betty about it.

At times it feels like they are fighting over me. I can never hang out with the group anymore because every-time I do there always ends up being chaos.

“So what do you say y/n?” I hadn’t realised I had zoned out until Archie asked the question.

“Huh? What sorry, Arch I didn’t hear you, I zoned out?” I reply slightly ashamed at the fact he had been sat here speaking to me for 5 minutes while I blanked him.

“Can I take you out on a date this Saturday? We could go out of town or something?” he speaks quietly getting nervous. Just as he finishes his sentence, Jughead walks through the door and sits down at the table opposite us. Archie sighs and lets out a “typical” shaking his head I just look between the two a little stunned. This seems to be a reoccurring theme. Whenever one tries to take things further the other magically appears. “Sorry did I interrupt something” Jughead says looking between Archie and I with a confused look on his face. “No-“I go to reply but was interrupted by a rather pissed off Archie “Actually yeah, Jug you are, don’t you find it convenient how, I say I’m going to take y/n out and you happen to turn up just as something is going to happen?” Archie beings to raise his voice.

“Woah- something was going to happen? And what exactly was that Archie?” I interject. Not really enjoying the fact he’s speaking about me as if I’m not even here. “You know what I mean y/n/n” he sighs and looks towards me. Jughead sits up straight. His jaw locked looking between Archie and I and realising how close we were.  

“oh and what was it that you said to the football team Arch, something getting laid and y/n being ‘lucky girl’ who gets the honour?” Jughead smirks towards Archie knowing he had something on him.

“Could you two stop treating me like an object for one second and perhaps take my feeling into account? I’m tired of you two competing for my attention. I like you both okay. I can’t decide what I want right now because I just don’t know” I stand up brushing past Archie and exit the diner walking towards my car.

I jump into the small vehicle and make the short journey home.


Later that evening I find myself laying in bed thinking over everything that has happened with both of them over the past few months when a text comes through on my phone.

Juggie: Hey y/n I’m outside could you let me in so we can talk?

I sigh and walk downstairs opening the front door to see Jughead standing on my lawn looking a little dishevelled. I gesture for him to come in and he does, slipping his shoes off in the doorway before slinking off upstairs, into my room, I follow him closing and locking the door behind me.

“Look about befor-“

“It’s fine Jughead, lets just leave it” I sigh walking around to sit on the bed.

“No I’m tired of leaving it, we always leave it. You always give Archie a chance and you never give me a chance.” He says looking down at his hands.

“At least let me try something before you completely give up on the idea of us” he whispers. I nod and he takes my hands pulling me off the bed so I’m standing in front of him.

    His hands slip around my waist and one glides up my arm to land on my shoulder. I hold in my breath at the gentle caresses and movements of his fingers on my skin. He leans down and places a kiss on my lips. I just stand there shocked un-able to move. My body felt like ice and as his warm lips melted into mine I shattered into a thousand pieces. I lifted my arms a little to rest on his biceps and I moved my lips with his. I pulled away breathless. Smiling I looked into his eyes and saw something in them I never had before.

“What do you want y/n” he asks me quietly. He knew exactly what he was doing and knew what the answer was going to be.

anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts on private vs public adoption agencies? I've been looking for jobs and have been thinking about working in adoption. Private agencies pay better obviously lol

(This is going to be my LEAST popular post) When I first started actually looking into adoption I was looking at all the wrong places. I was looking at adoption agencies, mainly private ones. I was reading stores about how families that had adopted babies or children, how happy and wonderful their lives were to have children because they were infertile or just because they felt called to adopt. I had heard all these wonderful stories from adopted children, how much they loved their parents who adopted them and how grateful they were to have families. It seemed like the perfect, most pure and good thing to do was adopt, especially as a prolife person, some unwanted baby who had escaped the possibility of abortion by people like me who wanted that baby.

A couple years ago I was scrolling on Facebook in my favorite Facebook group, a Catholic Homeschooling group. It was such a good place to go for comfort and prayers, from the daily struggle of being a Catholic Mother and Wife. I felt the urge to pray for some of these women who I considered my friends, and I came across a photo of a beautiful newborn baby with beautiful black skin and thick black hair over his little head, laying in the hospital bed just so tiny. “PRAYER REQUEST” it read. The first few sentences was about the babies health problems, as he was a few weeks premature, but the writer assured us that he would make it, being the strong little guy he is. She gave us a little background, how badly she had been wanting this baby for so long, she had children herself, but had always felt called to adopt. “Over 30,000” she began to explain, she spent on adoption fees and hospital costs! On and on she went. Then came the real prayer request. The biological mother and father wanted to keep the baby. After all this money she spent, after months of preparing the nursery, “he’s already mine” she yelled into the screen and into the many hearts of mothers reading who gasped at the idea of someone tearing their infant from their arms! The post went on about the biological mother and father, who clearly were “unfit” do to their age and financial instability.

“They aren’t able to take care of the baby, the world doesn’t need more thugs and drug addicts, the baby is already yours I will pray immediately that the laws are in your favor have faith!!!” That was the general voice of the over 300 women in the comments. Every single one of them busted out their rosaries and prayed with their whole hearts that this baby would be delivered into the arms of the adopted mother who so clearly loved this baby more than the biological parents, after all, she was the one that paid the hospital fees, the adoption costs, “Tell her she will have to pay back all the fees! That will make her change her mind! She just wants to use the baby to live off the government!!!” More and more similar comments came in.

I sat down myself, saddened by the situation and started to pray. At first I also began to pray that the adopted mother would win the child, but something didn’t feel right.

At what point does someone have the right to take an infant from the arms of their mother? After they have paid 30,000 dollars? After they have had the lawyers for their private adoption agency protect the adopted mother by packet of papers with laws and signatures? After finding out that the biological mother was a poor scared young woman? Who deserves their own child then? By most those terms certainly not me.

For a while I thought this situation was rare. I thought generally most women who gave up their infants were happy, or even grateful their children were adopted by warm wealthy families. I was wrong.

I started researching birth mothers, I listened to their stories, their stories of immense regret, loss, pain that only a woman who’s infant was living but not in her arms could feel. As a mother myself, I can’t even fathom the pain. I mean that from the very moment I hold my child, the bond is something you simply cannot understand unless you are a mother yourself.

See, in government ran agencies there are no lawyers. The primary concern is the best interest of the child, which professionals, psychologists, even our Catholic theology all agree over and over the best interest of the child is it’s biological parents, second choice being other blood relatives. I won’t go into detail on this, you’re welcome to research yourself.

If it was up to me, private adoption agencies would be illegal. That’s right. Illegal. In order for their doors to stay open, they need to make money. Their best interest is NOT for the child, although they may tell themselves that they are doing God’s work by “rescuing” the infant from the arms of a poor teen mom and into the arms of wealthy infertile parents. The fact is, the concern is not for the infant, the mother, or anyone. It’s for the paying customer, and the financial gain for the doors to stay wide open. Most of them with the loving intention of saving babies from abortion, completing families with infertile parents. Women (birth mothers) come to these agencies scared out of their minds, they don’t want an abortion, and they honestly believe (thanks to society) that an unwed mother, a teen, a poor woman, is undeserving of her own child. They go to these agencies and are are coerced. Lawyers work for these companies and are paid big money to work on behalf of the adoption company and the client-the adoption parents. The birth mother has absolutely zero protection herself. These businesses profit by taking children from the wombs scared hopeless young birthmothers and into the arms of paying customers. There is no turning back, once the money is paid, the baby is no longer belongs to the birth mother. At this point she is reduced to as the prochoice people say “an incubator”. We can deny it all you want, but in this business, is she anything else?

Did you know that government agencies almost never have infants available up for adoption? Do you know why? Because they aren’t making any profit adopting children out. They are working for the best interest of the birth parents and the child. Mothers are directed to help, and get the help they need to keep their children, or a biological family member is able to care for the child, because that’s the best interest of the child. The mother is also legally able to have her child returned to her, as long as she is not an addict, or has ever been charged with child abuse. In private adoption, this is absolutely never an option, unless of course the lawyers didn’t cover the company and the adoption parents well enough.

Slowly I began to uncover the real face of most infant-relinquishing adoptions, children desperate to know who they really are, forbidden by laws or their adopted parents to find the mother and father that they were created by to be loved and cared for them. Forbidden to have relationships with their birth parents. Then you see the birth mothers, who morn the loss of their child who’s still alive for the rest of their lives, shamed, guilty, hopeless. Look up their blogs. Read their stories, face their pain.

The worst part is, because this has a lot to do with religious, particularly Christian and prolife groups, we turn our cheeks and close our eyes to the pain. We tell ourselves that it isn’t our problem and we’ve done our part. I don’t believe that, and I’ll stand on whatever side against what is the best interest of both the mother/father and the child. I’ll never choose one or the other. And never on the side of profit, especially profit off human beings.

There was a story my priest told me about the importance in our Catholic faith about the relationship between a mother and child, being as were Catholics and we don’t dismiss the importance of Mary in the life of Christ like other Christians might. He said in Yakima there were many Latino immigrants who were there illegally, and were being deported. The problem is, the children they had, one in particular only days old, were legal citizens of the United States. In situations like this the children are actually forced to remain in the Untied States as citizens. The Bishop of Yakima, stepped in, firmly planted in the truth that a child should never be separated for a mother. The children were then able to be processed, released, and returned to the parents.

If we look at Mother Mary, a teen, unmarried (betrothed, but unmarried), she would probably be deemed an “unfit” mother by our society. We gasp in horror when prochoice people say heinous things about Mary aborting Christ, but we would support Christ being raised by any other woman than the Mother of Christ?

Why are we okay with signs at clinics where scared women go to have abortions that read, “don’t kill your baby we want it!” Why are we so obsessed with “choose adoption!!!”

Where is the rally for the “alternative” true and holy nature of keeping a mother with her children? Why is adoption seen as the solution to abortion? There are programs in place to help these women, in our country how is it possible that a woman is so scared she feels the need to abort or give away for her child? How is this still a normal mentality? Because both prolife and prochoice people feed the fear. Neither of us apparently has any faith or respect for the nature of human beings. We have those who are prochoice who stand solely on the side of the mother, and those who are prolife who stand solely on the side of the baby, but who protects the family? Isn’t that the divine nature, the most important structure of our entire society? Unfortunately even pregnancy crisis centers are required to educate mothers who have already chosen to keep and raise their baby, on the topic of adoption and how much better it is for their baby, before giving any sort of services.

So, is there a need for adoption? Yes there is. There is a need for adoption because although God has designed us to be raised by our mother and father there are still evil and sin in this world. Sin that abuses children, causes parents to become sick with addictions, and creating broken family and children who have not a single blood family member to turn too. This is where the need is, not in the wombs of scared women or young mothers.

Now, we can tell ourselves, as prolife or proadoption people, that “we’ve never done that!!” Or “I’ve never strictly advocated for a woman to adopt without pointing her to help as well!” But honestly that isn’t good enough to wash our hands free of guilt. If we aren’t actively seeking and speaking out about stuff like this, we feed the same mentality that feeds abortion. That an unwed, poor, scared, mother is unworthy of her own child. I see hundreds of prolife people state that “we need less adoption laws to make adoption easier!!” Easier for who? Adopted parents? Through the state adoption IS easy, for parents who are qualified based on the best interest for the child. It’s also little to no COST. Yep. You heard that right. What’s easier than that?

Since I’m not a birth parent, I would like if we could all actually read what the birth parents have to say about adoption.

Here’s a pamphlet created by birth parents on how adoption has affected them. In order for a woman to properly and willfully choose adoption as a choice for her, she needs to know these facts, she needs to hear the good and the bad in order to make an informed decision. I beg all people especially prolife people, to read the pamphlet and inform yourselves please! If we want to really protect woman and children we need to protect the family!

(Sorry for any grammar, spelling mistakes)

http://www.cubirthparents.org/docs/39%20What%20You%20Should%20Know%20if%20Youre%20Considering%20Adoption.pdf

psycho 06 / taehyung

Originally posted by chokaivlicious

warning and a note: this story has some sexual harassment in it so if you are uncomfortable with reading this kind of story please stop right here, i understand this might be hurtful to some people but this is just my crazy imagination and I’m sorry if you have ever experienced anything like this and I also wish this doesn’t happen to anyone ever, i know that taehyung isn’t like this in real life this is just a story / mentions of death are in this chapter & blood

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something i’ve noticed recently is that ryan usually hosts for a lot of the gta v let’s plays, and that got me thinking.

what if for heist planning, they typically go to ryan’s apartment? think about it. very few people know the vagabond’s face or real name, and i think a lot of people would be doubtful of the fact that he’s actually joined the crew. i mean, he’s the mad mercenary, a lone wolf, when he works with crews it’s usually for a very short amount of time, and he’s killed a couple before.

and if no one knows his face, his name, or his true allegiance, who the hell is going to know where he lives? people might bug or attack the penthouse — it’s VERY well known, and they don’t exactly try to hide it — but there’s zero, nada, zilch chance of anyone bugging or attacking ryan’s apartment. it’s out of the way, it’s safe, it’s unknown, it’s the perfect place to plan a heist without word getting out.

if they want to be secretive about a heist, if it’s an important tactical move, the fakes typically plan it at ryan’s place.

anonymous asked:

Prompt idea! 5 different ways that Bughead made their friends totally see them as #relationshipgoals. Btdubs, I'm in love w/ your writing :D

Hey thanks so much! I love this prompt.

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#1
It had been three months since he and Betty had started actually dating, they weren’t your typical couple, you could tell just by the looks of them.

Betty was always put together impeccably not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle on her sundress and definitely never a food stain on her cardigan.
She took her appearance very seriously, she wasn’t into too much makeup and nothing fake was ever going near her body, but the OCD made her strive for perfection , evident in the way she looked.

Jughead on the other hand, rolled out of bed and threw on whatever layers he could, never really knowing when he may have to pack up and relocate, his hairstyle was more run your fingers through twice and pray it wasn’t sticking out of the beanie.

So when his girlfriend overslept and wouldn’t dare risk her perfect attendance she had thrown on a cardigan with a hole in it.

Betty never wore a dress without a cardigan so half way through first period Kevin had run into jugheads calculus class saying he needed to speak to him urgently.

As Kevin pulled him along to the girls restroom he explained Betty was having a panic attack because of the hole in her sweater.

He walked into the bathroom and nodded at Ronnie making sure she knew it was okay for her to wait outside.

Kevin and Veronica were pacing outside the bathroom for a solid five minutes before Betty and jughead emerged.

Betty wrapped up in jugheads blue flannel surprisingly matching Betty’s dress, and jughead in just a tshirt. As the two walked back to class hand in hand Veronica whispered in Kevin’s ear

“Hashtag relationship goals.”

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#2

Jughead was always hungry

The quirk was loved by everyone in the friend group, always brought up in a joking manner when they went out to eat.

Jughead would laugh along and shrug his shoulders taking whatever was offered his way.

Even though they tried to involve his girlfriend in the jokes she always just shook her head and passed the rest of her food to juggie.

Then the news hit the fan

Jughead was homeless,
suddenly his hunger wasn’t so funny and when they went out to eat the awkward silence before they ordered was almost deafening.

After about a week of awkward meals and shaky comments Betty had had enough.

Jughead reached for fries on the table and he tension rose before Betty erupted

“Oh for petes sake, he’s fine! Jughead is living with Archie, I assure you he gets more than three meals a day and if you haven’t noticed the stress of his family hasn’t made him lose his appetite so can we all just get over this awkwardness and eat our damn food, you’re only making him feel worse, and I am not okay with that.”
She huffed and plopped back down in the booth sinking into jughead as he kissed the side of her head and whispered
“Thanks”

There was never anymore awkwardness around the table and if jughead was getting a few extra leftovers Betty never mentioned it.
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#3

They were fighting.
Josie and Valerie noticed before anyone else.

They were arguing in quiet whispers almost every time they saw each other in the hallway. Neither of the girls wanted to mention it to Betty as she dropped down at there table in home economics.

They just stared at her before she snapped her head towards them.

“What?!”

They both looked shocked before Josie slowly put her hand on Betty’s arm

“Everything okay pussycat?”

Betty took a deep breath and sighed.

“He doesn’t trust me. He thinks I still have feelings for Archie but he doesn’t get he’s all I want and more.” She said teary eyed.

Josie was afraid of this, those two were just not compatible. Betty cared to much and jughead seemed like all he cared about was food. It just wasn’t gonna work out.

Valerie on the other hand had been shipping this couple since the start. Pulling out her phone she sent jughead a quick text

“Your girl is crying, thinks you don’t trust her. Fix it.”

About two minutes later Jughead burst through the doors interrupting mrs.dicker and catching the whole classes attention.

His eyes searched for Betty

“I’m sorry, I care about you, I don’t wanna lose you, I’m an idiot but hopefully I’m still your idiot.”

“Mr.jones..”

The whole class turned to the teacher and shushed her.

Betty stood up and moved to jughead
“It’s okay jughead, I just need you to trust me.”

He placed his forehead to hers,

“Always.”

Josie’s jaw was on the floor while Valerie smirked in her seat before snapping a picture of the couple and turning to Josie

“Hashtag relationship goals
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#4

Jughead had a black eye and Betty Cooper was not happy about it.

When jughead came into school that Wednesday every eye was drawn to the usually invisible mysterious boy.
Because wow that was a shiner.

No one knew how to ask , so immediately the rumors flew.

Betty had beaten him up because he cheated

His dad had taken a swing at him like usual

Archie finally realized he loved Betty and was fighting for her honor.

Fortunately none of those things were true.
The explanation came walking through the doors only ten minutes after

Reggie mantle, with a busted lip and bandaged nose.

The halls went quite for a minute before Veronica burst out in laughter.

“You messed with the wrong guys girlfriend mantle”
She said in between loud laughs.

The pieces finally came together.

Reggie had tried to get Betty to sleep with him after cheerleading and wouldn’t seem to take no for an answer, unfortunately for him jughead was coming to pick up Betty and had caught him with his hands on his girl.

As Betty shoved past Reggie she stood in front of him.

“Hit my boyfriend again Reggie mantle and your face won’t be the only thing broken.”

As jughead pulled his fiery girlfriend away he placed a kiss on the top of her head smiling at Reggie and giving him a wave.

Reggie was shaking with anger as he pushed past everyone in the halls to get to the weight room.

Cheryl smirked from her place by the lockers

“Hashtag Relationship goals”
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#5

Archie still had feelings for Betty,

jughead knew that and while he pretended to be cool with Betty and his relationship jughead saw the way he would keep his hand on her back a little too long, or offer to carry her books to class.

He couldn’t say anything they were friends, all of them were.

Not to mention he couldn’t blame the guy for being in love with Betty, she was pretty great.

But when he offered only Betty a ride home as they were walking together,
He was irritated to say the least.

“She’s cool dude, we’re together I won’t let any riverdale thugs get to her” jughead joked but kept his face serious

Archie nodded

“Yeah but it’s kind of chilly out there, you can hop in Betty, I promise it’s clean.”
He threw her his best American boy smile

As soon as she opened her mouth to answer
Jughead stepped forward

“I said she’s fine, bro you can keep driving.”

Archie parked the car getting ready to get out of it

“Why don’t you let your girl answer.”

“If my girl wanted to answer you she would have.”

They bickered back and forth

“ENOUGH” Betty yelled.

Both boys heads snapped to hers and while Archie looked confused jughead seemed to know exactly what was going on as he slowly backed away from Archie biting his lip and bowing his head.

“I am not an object, I can speak, I can make my own decisions. I do not need to be taken care of or protected from anything.” She turned to raise a pointed eyebrow at jughead who nodded and grabbed her hand

“I know I’m sorry bets. It’s my fault I overacted, testosterone ya know?” He shrugged smiling apologetically.

She nodded and kissed him quickly turning back to Archie

“And as for you, thankyou for the offer but theres nothing I like better than walking home from school with my boyfriend, he keeps me plenty warm, have a nice night Archie.”

She tugged jughead along moving foreward leaving Archie standing by his running car.

Archie wanted that kind of a relationship is this what Ronnie was always talking about when she mentioned
Hashtag relationship goals.

A Series of Firsts | the First Date

a/n: : )))))))))) i also don’t know if this or the google doc version is the most updated version of this so like if something doesn’t make sense just roll with it k thanxz


The knock on the door interrupts you from your rampant search around your little townhouse for your missing left shoe. You hobble to the door, swinging it open probably too eagerly, to find a sweet, smiling Shawn in black jeans and a speckled short-sleeved dress shirt holding a bouquet of daisies and tulips. Your cheeks rosy up as you notice his eyes travel down your body, and he lets out a small laugh when he notices your bare feet.

“Hey, Y/n,” Shawn greets you by pulling you into a side hug as to not mush the flowers. “You look absolutely beautiful.”

“Thank you,” You say as you pull away, looking at the flowers. “Are these for me?”

“Yeah, I didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked, so I asked my sister, and she said these were a safe bet.” He explains, handing you the bouquet. You bring the flowers up to your nose and take in the sweet smell before stepping aside to let Shawn in.

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Title: It’s Over (Part 2/2.)

Part 1.

Character(s): Negan and Reader
Summary: You and Negan try and live a life after the affair ended, but things do not go according to plan. 
Word Count: 3,607
Warning: Violence, blood, srs all the angsty feels
Author’s Note: So, there were many people who wanted a part two, so I decided to write another angsty continuation to @embracetheapocalypsewithme‘s original prompt for her 400 follower Negan Challenge! This is a full flood of emotions, so I hope you all enjoy it! ;-)

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BTS: hickies (a lil NSFW)

Jin: don’t let his innocent face fool you, he probs left you with a million hickies on your tummy and thighs and he’s definitely still thinking about it. His freak o'meter is going off while you two making out, and he will not hold back unless you want to. The only thing he’d be hesitant about is having you leave marks in obvious places. He doesn’t mind that much, he’s just much rather you leave them in more discreet places on his body so it’d be like your little secret.

Suga: yall…you already know he’s down to do whatever you ask of him, and makes sure to do it 10x better. This ofc includes marking you with love bites and bruises after passionately kissing all over your skin. He loses himself in the sound of your moans and sometimes loses control, unable to suppress his harsh teeth as they move around your neck and collarbone. Doesn’t care where you leave hickies on him, he’s all for showing off your relationship and the fact that you love him enough to leave those marks on his skin.

J-Hope: honestly wouldn’t know what he’s done until he’s admiring your skin the next day, and sees that you’re sporting a giant purple bruise just above your chest. He’d be regretful, but he’s so proud of his work and tbh he got lost in the moment and he knows you love it as well. Hoseok would prefer you not leave them in obvious places, just bc he could do without the teasing esp when it comes to your relationship. Even if he doesn’t care that people see it, he’d rather this be a private and intimate thing.

Rap Monster: will have you marked up from neck to toe and still have the nerve to leave more. More than happy if you wear something that reveals your neck so he’d show people that you belong with him and he’s got no shame about it. He actually encourages you to leave marks on him and bless him with your love lmao he won’t hold back on his feedback either, so you’d be left with no choice but to place your lips all over this smirking boy.

Jimin: the first couple of times making out with him, he’d make sure you were 100% alright with him going a little crazy and giving you hickies. He doesn’t seem like the type to keep himself under control in that situation, but he’d be willing to hold himself back if you didn’t like it. But if you did, you better tell him bc he’ll take his time and perfect his craft. Also one to encourage you to leave marks on his skin, just for the purpose of seeing people’s reactions and bc he doesn’t really care.

Taehyung: just say the word and Tae will have you pressed up against a wall, his lips and teeth moving mercilessly over your skin. Would probably make more noises than you as he’s marking you up, he’s just in a rush and can’t (won’t) hold himself back from showering you with his love. He’d only let you give him hickies if he wasn’t seeing his hyungs any time soon, so he wouldn’t have to deal with all the jokes and teasing, but in front of others, he really couldn’t care less.

Jungkook: is so high off the fact that he’s got someone that loves him enough to leave him bruised with their love. He loves loves LOVES hickies and would want to spend hours everyday just having his face pressed against your neck and chest, his lips giving you their full attention. The type to do some cheesy shit and make a heart on your tummy with his hickies. Will legit beg you to leave a dark mark on his neck so his hyungs could see and finally take him as a ‘man’, but gets too distracted by wanting to be the one to leave them instead.

Originally posted by ultranicolet

Loving can hurt

Kol x Reader

(NOT MY GIF)

Synopsis: Mystic Falls’ crew kidnaps you intending to kill Kol, then he comes to rescue you and a few things happen.

Word count: 1658

“Elena, I am sorry, but I am not going to help you, or anyone, to kill him!”

“For God’s sake, Y/N!” She yelled, frustrated. “He is an awful, merciless, crazy maniac! How come you are letting him live? Have you forgotten how much pain he has put you through?”

You gulped, not having a real clever answer in your mind. Of course Elena was right, Kol Mikaelson was a synonym for trouble and you really was out of mind to step up and defend him. But you had developed a friendship with him and got to know a side of him no one could even imagine. The thought of somebody hurting him made you physically ill.

“I know that, Elena.”

“So?”

“I am still not joining this messed up plan.”

Bonnie, who was quiet all this time, just listening, stood up and glanced over you, as if she was trying to understand what exactly you had in mind. “Sorry, Bonbon, it is not exactly an easy task.”, you thought, almost laughing at your tragical life. She opened her mouth and closed right after. It took a few tries before Bonnie actually spoke:

“You sentencing Jeremy to death.”

“I am not! I can talk to Kol, even to Klaus, get them to…”

“Well, if you are so popular with the Mikaelsons, how about we use you to drawn them here?” Damon said, sarcastically, coming out through the kitchen door. “I mean, you are not willingly helping us, but it will do the trick just the same.”

You wided your eyes, actually scared they might use that to get what they want. Of course, complete the Hunter’s mark and find the bloody cure to Elena would make them do anything.

“Come on, Damon, you do not have to do this.”

“Are you helping us, then?”

“I need some air, a little time to think about it.”

“Unfortunately we do not have time.” You heard Stefan say.

Sunddenly, you felt an aching pain in your head and fell, not being able to stand due the dizziness. It took no more than five minutes for you to lose your consciouness.

[Later that day]

“Can somebody think?” You heard, vaguely. “Y/N is about to wake up and Kol is not here yet.”

Your head still hurt a little, perks of being a human. Not an ordinary one, since you discovered, a few weeks ago, you belonged, or should, anyway, to pack of wolves from the North East Atlantic. That’s why Niklaus Mikaelson took so much interest on you and pulled you into his family business.

After all the Mikaelsons were freed from their long sleep, also known as being daggered by their half brother, you met the one who stole your heart: Kol Mikaelson. He looked so… Unique. Of course your relationship had a rocky start, as he tried to drink from you, tortured you and would have killed you if Klaus had not stopped. The whole thing made you hate him for awhile and plot a revenge, helping your friends to get information.

“So, we text or call?”

“We should wait until she’s awake. It would be way more dramatic.”

You tried to focus on their voices, to tell them apart and know who the hell was talking.

“Damon, I already feel bad enough to be doing this to her, she does not deserve it. Y/N is my friend, our friend. This whole thing is not fair!”

“Elena, she chose a maniac over you. Keep that in mind.”

“I have to agree with Damon on this. It hurts me too, but we have to do it.”

“Bonnie…”

Now you were fully awake and aware of what was going on. Your hands were tied up and you were standing, limp. Only a small candle enlightened the room, providing a fuzzy image. You had to find a way to prevent the disaster that was about to happened. Because if they did not kill Kol, which was already a bad thing, he would go nuts and go on a killing spree, not letting any of your friends alive to tell the story. You knew what he was capable of. 

You started moving, just for them to realise you were awake.

“Perfect timing, sweetheart!”

“Damon… All of you! Do not mess with this family, because if you kill one of them, his siblings will not rest until you are dead.”

“Blah, Blah, Blah.”

“I mean it!”

“Can somebody just call the bastard?”

You twitched, trying to free yourself from the ropes. Of course, it was useless. In times like these you really wished you were a wolf and not this pathetic little weak human.

You let out a sigh.

“I promise I will let you out as soon as this is over.” Elena whispered. “I am sorry you are caught in the middle of this.”

“Elena… Listen to me, please.” You asked, almost begging. “Kol can be a nice person, if he wants. However, he is also a wicked son of a bitch who will kill anyone that gets in his way.”

“Tell me again why you are friends with him?”

“It’s complicated.”

You lowered you head, not quite wanting to reply that question. Being around him was hard and messy. It pulled you to Kol even more, though.

Both Stefan and Damon walked towards you and Elena, the latter grinning and holding a phone in his hand. You did not know what was so complicated for them to understand, however, it was already too late for that.

Y/N, why are you calling me? Something happened, love?” Kol’s voice sounded preoccupied.

“Not quite, honey.” Damon smirked, replying. “But if I were you, I’d hurry. Things are about to get wild.”

He hung up.

“Now we should get prepared.”

“Let me go, now!” You cried. “You got what you wanted.”

“We will do that… After he is dead.”

“Damon, you are so freaking annoying!”

Then they left, leaving you all alone in the dark cold cell.

Shit!

[A few minutes later]

You heard a thud upstairs and instantaneously got worried. One more time you tried to free your wrists, using all the strength you got on your bones. Push after push, nothing worked.

Where is she?” Kol screamed and you heard another thud. “Let her out. GIVE HER BACK TO ME!

“Oh damn it!” You cursed, angry with all of that.

“Y/N/N?”

“Caroline? I didn’t know you were here.”

“Listen to me, we don’t have time. Are you sure you can control Kol?”

“What have he done?”

“Just answer me!”

“Yeah, I can talk him out of killing everyone.”

“Then come.”

She was not very kind when she pulled the rope, making you stumble and almost hit the floor, since your legs were still weak from the time you spent hanging. You walked slowly and she offered to carry you, if it would make things faster.

The minute you arrived at the living room, you realised why they needed you up there. Kol had his hands right at Elena’s neck and one very close to her heart. He would kill her without blinking.

Fuck, you hated being the reason to all of this.

“Please, stop!”, you said, your eyes watering. “I am here, Kol, you don’t have to hurt anybody else.”

As he heard you, the Mikaelson loose the tightened grip around the older Gilbert. She ran away from him and hid under Damon’s arms, obviously scared. 

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, they wouldn’t hurt me.”

“I was just so worried about you.”

He pulled you into his embrace, where you went without complaining. It felt so good to be close to him. Smell his glorious scent, hear him breathing. The whole package. You almost forgot there were other people watching you hugging.

“Now you”, Kol suddenly spoke, looking at your friends. “Tell me, why you needed me here?” 

“We wanted to complete the mark. Killing you was the best cheat we got.” Damon replied.

“Funny, I guess you know that if anyone manages to kill me… My sireline dies whithin.” He stated. “Also, you all could be sired to me.”

“We are all sired to Klaus.”

“Well, mate, you can never be really sure of that.” He let out a devilish smile. “Anyway, I should get going.”

Before you and him left, Kol, in a minimum amount of time, grabbed Damon by his neck and lifted him up.

“If you ever touch her again, you will not live to tell.”

Kol then smiled and let him go, walking to you and holding your hand, after he got close enough.

Outside, it was a windy, and the moon shone vividly. A perfect ending to a very nasty day. For second you thought somebody would end up dead. And now… All you wanted to do was kiss your friend and say it would have hurt the hell out of you if he died.

Kol stopped and gave you an intense look, one that made you shudder out of pleasure. It was a mixture of feelings you did not care to understand completely.

“I love you.”

You froze.

“You w-what?”

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

You bit your lower lip and he watched, a grin on his face.

“Well… I guess… Hum… I love you too.”

“Took you long enough to say it, love.”

You giggled.

He cupped your cheeks, leaning to kiss you, which he did, very carefully. His lips were wonderful and the couple of seconds it lasted, it was great. Gosh, you felt like jumping and laughing.

He smiled against your mouth.

“I guess we should get going. Nik will not be pleased to know the events of this afternoon.”

“Tell me about it!”

“You handle him.”

“Are you crazy?”

You laughed, as he placed a hand on your waist, getting you even closer to him. You could not help but think that was perfect. Not just the moment. Everything.

All perfect.

Like it should be.