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hey guys i’ve been listening to grimes recen - please don’t laugh at me - i’ve been listening to grimes recently and i realized…………………..

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Tough Guy (M)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 3,296

Summary: A relaxing morning with boyfriend Yoongi takes a different turn when he discovers your love for Yoongi x reader smut…

With the windows in the living room slightly open, the sound of birds chirping sweetly outside could be heard from your position on the sofa. You were currently lying back with your feet propped up on Yoongi’s – your boyfriend – lap, feeling content as you watched him concentrate on the game he was playing on your phone.

Although it was only midday, being with him like this always made you feel comfortable enough to close your eyes and sleep for a little while.

Yoongi stuck his tongue out a bit as he focused intently, his eyes practically unblinking. You watched him with a wide smile, wondering if there was anything that could make you happier than moments like this.

So sleepy, you thought absently, your eyes fluttering closed despite your protests – the warmth of Yoongi’s hoodie and his presence were making it all too easy.

You were contemplating snuggling closer to him to watch him play when he suddenly gasped – a kind of choked sound that you rarely heard from him – and then he was staring at you with this surprised look on his face that jolted you out of your sleep completely.

“What is it?” you asked, fearful of his answer. A bad feeling settled into your stomach when you realised that you hadn’t closed down your tabs before handing him your phone, and you remembered with a surge of panic the smut you had been reading earlier… “Oh, God. What is it?”.

“Y/N…”. He was speaking quietly, reading something on your phone. You noticed that the tips of his ears and his cheeks were red, and he gave an awkward cough before he spoke. “I… didn’t realise I was dating such a naughty girl”.

“Oh my god, Yoongi!”. You threw the nearest cushion over your face and fell back against the rest, your entire body flooded with embarrassment. You’d never really known how it felt to want the ground to swallow you whole until right now, especially when Yoongi started to laugh. “Please tell me this is just a nightmare!”.

“Nope. It’s real”. He glanced at you and laughed again. “Do you always read things like this?”. He didn’t even sound like he was teasing you. That made it so much worse.

“Can we please not have a conversation about this?” you asked, your voice muffled by the cushion.

“I just found out that my girlfriend reads porn about me… so we’re talking about it,” he said matter-of-factly. You could feel his eyes on you now, but you knew that the second you looked at him, you would surely die from humiliation.

Always close your tabs before handing over your phone! your inner voice screamed.

“If you don’t want to talk about it,” he began in that low, bored voice. “I’ll just have to read it and find out for myself-“.

“Give me my phone back!” you demanded, lunging for it frantically; you hadn’t read the whole thing yet, but you were acutely aware of how weird some of these fanfictions could get, and that wasn’t something you needed Yoongi to see. Definitely not. Never.

Laughing, Yoongi pulled away from you without much effort.

Oh, Yoongi, harder,” he read aloud in a high-pitched voice. You hid your face in your hands and thought about how nice it would be to just disappear right now. “Yoongi picked up the pace, smashing into you”. You heard him hesitate. He was probably making that unimpressed face. “Smashing?”.

“A lot of fans write these kind of things about you and the other members,” you tried to explain, keeping your eyes trained on the hem of his t-shirt and the way it rolled up to expose his skin whenever he stretched. “I just wanted to read some… please stop teasing me about it? I think I’m going to die”.

Yoongi frowned, looking at you properly – it was like you were blushing everywhere. Your head hung down as though you were ashamed, and you fidgeted with the sleeves of his hoodie as you waited for him to say something. His brown eyes were focused on the way you held your lip between your teeth. He kept imagining you lying there, reading things like this. He wondered if it made you feel good to think of him touching you like that even when he wasn’t there, and the thought made him proud.

“Did you finish reading it?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“No”. You stopped yourself from saying ‘not yet’, knowing it would just start up another round of teasing.

“Hm”. He breathed deeply, coming to some sort of decision. “How about I read it to you?”. Finally, you bought your eyes – which had widened considerably – up to meet with his. To your utter shock, the expression on Yoongi’s familiar and handsome face was serious, no hint of a smile anywhere.

“That…”. He tilted his head to the side, confused by your stuttering.

“That what?”.

“That would be too embarrassing, Yoongi,” you told him. You tried to think of a clever way to change the subject, but he got there before you, interrupting your mindless chatter with his deep voice.

“Maybe we should just act it out instead, then”. Your breath hitched in your throat, his words sinking into you within seconds. The look on his face was lust masked as boredom, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of his tongue as it swiped across his lower lip.

You’d known for a long time that he enjoyed flustering you, but you hadn’t realised that it turned him on.

“I…”. You weren’t about to disagree, and he knew it.

“Come here”. His low, quiet voice made you shiver as you crawled over the short distance to him, straddling his lap in an instant. The movement made his hoodie - which was much too big for you - ride up over your ass, exposing your lacy underwear to Yoongi’s delight.

He pulled you closer to him at the waist, and the two of you released a sigh at the contact your bodies were making.

He was looking up at you in a sort of wonder, and you smiled as you kissed him, gently at first, simply enjoying the softness of it, the way everything made sense again as soon as your lips touched. But then Yoongi’s large hands were on your ass, squeezing it playfully but still hard enough to make you react.

You rested your hands against the cushion behind his head and moaned softly as you started to buck your hips forward, needing more of him. The feeling of his cock against your heat - despite the layers of clothing between you - was making your body sing.

Yoongi didn’t say anything; he just grunted and leaned his head back, consumed by the pleasure of being close to you. Even over his sweatpants, he could feel your warmth. But it was the sight of you moving against him, the way your breaths came uneven, the tiny whimpering sounds you made… he didn’t know he could want someone as much as this, in as many ways as he wanted you.

“Oh…”. You picked up your pace, your mouth parted delicately, pleasure shooting through you and resting in your core. “I’m…”. Yoongi contemplated it – seeing you come undone on top of him after using him to get off like that… He liked the thought a lot, but he wanted more. He didn’t want it to be so easy for you.

“Hey, we’re doing it wrong”. He pushed you off his lap and you flopped onto the sofa beside him, already staring daggers at him.

“What the fuck?!”.

“We’re doing it wrong,” he said again, as if that made it okay. He showed you the screen of your phone, acting as though he wasn’t just as caught up in that as you were. He was so good at pretending he wasn’t bothered by anything, whilst you were still breathing like a maniac, your mouth still parted in expectation. “We’re following these instructions”.

“They’re not instructions, you loser”. But you took your phone from him and read. Even still, you were a little embarrassed about the whole ordeal. You couldn’t even believe this had happened. “We’re supposed to be on the bed,” you told him, and he nodded as if to say ‘of course’. “And you’re supposed to be on top”.

“So do they just magically end up in the bedroom?” he asks, leaning over to peek at the screen as you scroll down, his hair tickling your cheek.

“No,” you deadpan. “You’re supposed to carry me in”.

“That’s ridiculous”.

“You’re the one who wants to act it out!”. You raised an eyebrow at him, and he sighed as if it was some massive task, continuing to read. An amused smile lit up his face.

“All you say is ‘Yoongi, ah!’”.

“I don’t sound like that”. He shrugs, and now you want to tease him in the way he’s been teasing you. “Well, you’re supposed to be a tough guy”. For dramatic effect, you waited a second before scoffing loudly. Yoongi, of course, looked instantly offended.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, his voice cold. “You don’t think I can be a tough guy?”. You gave him your best ‘do I really need to answer that question?’ look, and he narrowed his eyes, totally unamused.

“I just can’t imagine you saying ‘Look at me. These lips are mine. This body is mine. You are mine’”. You burst out laughing as soon as you said it, but he knew you were only teasing. He had definitely said something along those lines multiple times before, and both of you were well aware.

“Maybe you’ll be surprised”.

“I’d like to be surprised,” you replied evenly. He watched your face for a moment, and you stared back, already wanting to feel him in ways you couldn’t say out loud.

Wordlessly, your boyfriend stood up, stretching out before scooping you up in his arms as if you weighed nothing. You wrapped your arms loosely around his neck and tried not to get lost in his scent, keeping your eyes on his as he carried you into the bedroom without a sound.

Throwing you back onto the bed so that you bounced more than once on the mattress, Yoongi stood back and watched as you pulled his hoodie up – slowly and dramatically – over your head. He was hard from the moment you had straddled him, but now his cock was throbbing against its restraints when he thought of what was to come.

“Is this sexy?” you asked with false innocence, unclasping your bra and throwing it to one side. You ran a hand through your hair and watched for his reaction, satisfied at the tent you could see inside his sweatpants. “Do you like this, Yoongi?”. You fluttered your eyelashes, but he just rolled his eyes at your antics.

“Stick to the script,” he told you, but he was palming himself, biting his lip. You sat on your knees and ran a hand down your body, sneaking it under the hem of your underwear and sighing as you touched your now sensitive clit.

You really liked the way he was watching you rub your hand against your clit. Yoongi was wondering why it was so hot to see you touch yourself like that.

“That feels so good, Yoongi”.

Fuck, Y/N”. You loved it when he cursed in that low voice of his. You wanted him all over you, but you liked the idea of being especially submissive today – just like in the smut – so you leant forward until you were on all-fours.

He stepped forward a little, pulling off his t-shirt and tugging down his sweatpants until his cock sprang free. Your eyes roamed over his body before landing on his own eyes, and the intense way in which he stared at you almost made you moan. You wanted him to push you over the edge, and he could see that.

“Hurry up,” he ordered you, so you did, wrapping your mouth around his cock, not giving him more than a second to react to the feel of you around him.

“Ah… fuck”. His fingers got lost in your hair as you swiped your tongue over the slit, thoroughly enjoying the sounds he was making. He was groaning and cursing every few seconds, encouraging you to keep going. “That’s it, baby,” he said in a strained voice when you sank your mouth lower onto him. “Oh, fuck, so pretty”.

You hummed around his cock and he grunted – the exact reaction you wanted – using both hands to bunch your hair up.

“Open your mouth for me, baby girl”. You complied, and he looked at you for a second longer, admiring your swollen lips before sliding his cock back into your mouth.

You pressed your legs together, making yourself hold eye contact with him as he slowly slid in and out of your mouth, setting his own pace.

“Fuck!”. He threw his head back as his pace picked up, and he could feel himself getting closer to the edge, especially with the strained sounds you were making. “Y/N… fuck”. The feel of his hands in your hair, tugging and pulling at every strand, and the way he was whimpering as he fucked your mouth… you found yourself wanting to see him come undone because of you.

But you were feeling much too mischievous for that, so you pulled away from his cock, letting it fall out of your mouth with a pop.

“What the-“.

“You’re not supposed to come yet,” you told him sweetly, and he literally scowled at you, not giving you the chance to catch your breath back as he pushed you back down against the mattress.

You sneaked a hand into your underwear, pushing a finger easily inside you thanks to how wet you were, watching him step out of his sweatpants, eyes glazed over with undeniable lust.

“Yoongi, ah,” you teased, but he didn’t smile. Instead, he climbed up onto the bed, eyes not leaving yours as he settled in between your legs. One strong hand against your stomach had you unable to move, and you bit your lip in anticipation as he hummed against your entrance deliberately, causing you to arch your back.

“You haven’t been a good girl, so I’m not going to be nice to you”. The ease in which he said it, the way his nose touched your clit… you were a writhing mess beneath him. “You’re so wet… do you like sucking my cock? Does that make you feel good, huh?”.

“Yoongi, please”. You needed more. You wanted him to touch you everywhere. “Please”.

“Hm”. He sat back on his heels and watched you squirm for a moment, and you hated the uninterested look on his face almost as much as you loved it. “You’re so needy… I don’t know if I should let you come so easily”.

In reply, you let out a desperate moan. You were so aroused and he wasn’t touching you at all.

“So wet and needy, yet so naughty”. He actually made a ‘tut’ sound in disapproval, and your moan turned into an empty sob.

Without any warning, Yoongi’s mouth was on your clit, sucking at it and teasing it over your underwear. If it wasn’t for Yoongi’s hand holding you down, you would have arched your back completely off the bed.

“Oh my god… oh my god, Yoongi, please”. He moved your underwear aside, and the air against you made your core heat up even more, especially when you felt his tongue go flat, licking up and down your slit before circling your entrance, causing you to stop breathing.

His tongue entered you, and you moaned loudly, not caring how desperate you seemed as you bucked your hips as best as you could under his restraint. You wanted to reach out and take hold of his hair. You wanted him to keep going, but you knew well enough that he would stop. You knew he wouldn’t let you come, but you went along with it anyway, breathing messily as you drew closer to the edge.

His tongue didn’t let up until you stilled, so close that you could taste the release, but he pulled away as expected.

Ignoring your whines of protest, his lips found yours, and you immediately opened up your mouth to him, getting lost in him all over again. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

“Look at me,” he told you, so you did, scared of arguing in case he punished you any further. His eyes were dark, his face flushed and his hair awry.

Everything about him was hot, and you didn’t want to look away, especially when he bit his lip.

“These lips…”. He kissed you with a harsh softness. “Are mine”. His lips trailed down your body, kissing every part of you in that same way. “This body is mine”. His words and his voice laced with lust resonated in your core, and you moaned out for him. “You are mine. Do you understand?”.

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Good. Now turn over so I can fuck you”. Your body was heavy with exhaustion, but you did as he told you to do, pulling yourself up onto your knees and shivering at the lost contact. “Good girl”. You yelled out as his hand landed hard against your left cheek, and then even harder against your right.

“Fuck,” you cursed, obsessed with the way he was making you feel. Yoongi bought his hand down against your ass again, making you jump.

“What are you allowed to say?”.

“Y-Yoongi, ah,” you said, and he smacked your ass cheek again, this time in approval.

“Good girl”. His praise made you feel better than you ever thought it would, and excitement coursed through your veins as he pulled your underwear down, completely exposing you. He threw it aside and used one hand to pull your hair back, the other to align his cock with your entrance. “Hm… you’re dripping. I can’t wait to see you come all over my cock, Y/N”.

“Ah”. You clutched the sheets between your fingers at the feel of his tip entering you, slowly stretching you out before pulling back to slam into you, filling you up in an instant.

Your mind was gone, and you could think of nothing else but the bliss you felt as Yoongi thrust into you relentlessly, praising you on how wet you were, reminding you to stay still so he didn’t have to punish you.

“Ahh… baby, fuck”. He smacked your ass again and then squeezed your cheeks, whimpering at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. “Fuck!”.

“Yoongi,” you moaned, struggling to keep yourself in place as his pace picked up even further, filling you up more and more until he was bottoming out, tugging at your hair in his hand until you had to lift your head. “It’s… ah!”.

“You feel so good,” he told you, and there were tears in the corners of your eyes as you felt yourself coming to your climax once again. “Fuck, baby girl, you’re so good. You’re so tight and… fuck”.

“D-don’t stop!”. You knew that if he did, you wouldn’t be able to recover. His thrusts became harsher and harsher, the sounds of sex in the room making your insides melt. “Yoongi, please!”.

He let go of your hair and grabbed your hips, pumping into you with the intent of making you come hard.

“Are you going to come for me like a good girl?”.

“Yes!”. You couldn’t help it – your hands slipped a little, but Yoongi just used the new angle to fuck you harder, making you feel somehow even fuller.

His grunts and curses bought you closer and closer, until you crashed over the edge, coming so hard that you swore you could see stars.

Yoongi was not far behind, his pace growing sloppier and sloppier as he came inside you, saying your name in a quiet, strained voice as he did.

You collapsed onto your side the moment he released you, and a second later, he was lying beside you, the both of you breathing heavily.

It was only a few seconds until he wrapped his arms around your waist, smirking smugly at you.

“You’re going to say something cheesy, right?” you asked, already laughing. You could just tell from the confident look on his face.

“Actually, I was going to ask you if you preferred the movie to the book”.

My masterlist!

Cas is a terrible patient.

In the ER he fights the nurse putting an iv into his arm. It takes her three tries, and in the end Dean has to hold him down.

He actually growls at the doctor who examines him. The doctor, a young blonde, actually laughs. “I know it hurts,” she says sympathetically, “but don’t fret. We’ll get that appendix out in a few hours. And you’ll heal up from the surgery in a week or so.” Cas only glares.

When the orderly tells Cas he can’t have a drink of water because he’ll be in surgery in less than an hour, Cas actually says, “Fuck you.” Dean shakes his head in wonder. Sam snorts.

In pre-op a nurse gives Cas something “for your nerves, dear.” When she pats his shoulder Cas tries to smack her hand away, but the drugs have already begun to slow his movements. He opens his mouth to speak–almost certainly to say something rude–but all that comes out is a grunt. “That’s better,” she says sweetly. Dean can’t hold in his laughter. Thankfully Cas is already asleep.

After the surgery–a successful surgery–Cas is groggy and sweet, and Dean kisses his fingertips and tells him he’ll feel better soon. He tries the same thing a few hours later, when Cas is more awake. Cas jerks his hand away and pointedly stares at the wall. Dean sighs.


Cas’s attitude does not improve when Sam and Dean bring him home the next day. The bed is uncomfortable. His pillow is too soft. His feet are cold. He wants chicken noodle soup, and all they have is minestrone. His stitches itch. There is nothing–nothing!–worth watching on Netflix.

Dean kills Cas with kindness. He brings extra pillows, a pair of thick socks. He sends Sam–who is ever so thankful to get away from the scratchy Cas–to town for more soup. When Cas slams the laptop shut in disgust, Dean walks to one of Cas’s bookshelves, finds his copy of The Fellowship of the Ring, and settles carefully on his half of the bed to read aloud. Charlie would approve, he thinks.

Dean is nearly done with chapter two–‘I will help you bear this burden, as long as it is yours to bear..’–when Cas says softly, “How do you do it?”

Dean’s heart leaps; this sounds like his Cas. He treads carefully, says lightly, “What, read this long without losing my voice? I used to read to Sam when we were kids, ‘til he got too smart and wanted to do everything by himself.” Dean grins.

Cas looks at his hands, bites his lower lip. “How do you deal with your body doing things you can’t control?”

Something breaks inside Dean’s chest. “Oh Cas,” he says, carefully pulling the fallen angel into his arms, “it’s–that’s humanity. I’m so sorry. It sounds ridiculous, but you’ll get used to it. And I’ll always be here, okay?” Cas’s breath hitches and Dean can feel the tears soaking through his t-shirt.

“We’ll get through this. I promise. In a few weeks we’ll start working out again, and pretty soon you won’t even think about it.” Dean rubs small, easy circles on Cas’s back. “We’ll have you beheading vampires in no time.”

Cas laughs softly. “Ow,” he groans. “Please don’t make me laugh. It hurts.”

Dean smiles as he kisses Cas’s temple and settles him back onto his pillows. “Okay, angel. Rest. Heal.” He picks up the book. “Back to Middle Earth?”

Cas nods and closes his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. “Friends sharing a burden…”

Dean begins to read.



@yourewelcomeforbeingmyfriend …are you feeling better? Here’s a bit more fluff…and this one I wrote just for you! :)

°• ☆ ———— LAST WORD SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ Please, just go, save yourself. ’
’ I.. I just.. wanted… to tell you.. ’
’ Go! Go now! Leave me! ’
’ I just.. wanted you to know.. I love you. ’
’ I’ve always.. loved you. ’
’ Help… h-help me.. ’
’ Am I going to die? Please.. please don’t leave me. ’
’ I’m not going to make it… just go.. ’
’ You know.. I’ll always find.. you. ’
’ Go! Go now! Go! Before it’s too late! ’
’ Oh, oh.. God! Am I dying? ’
’ I’m bleeding! Oh, oh my god. ’
’ Please, please… whatever you do… don’t forget about me. ’
’ Hey, I’ll see you on the other side someday, don’t cry. ’
’ Shhh… sh.. don’t cry. ’
’ No! No! Please! Don’t you die on me now! ’
’ Please, please.. just stay with me a little longer. ’
’ No.. please… come back to me! Come back to me! ’
’ Please, don’t die on me, I love you! ’
’ I’m going home now, let me go. ’
’ I’m going, I’m-I’m… ’
’ I.. can’t… hold on.. anymore. ’
’ I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please wake up! ’
’ I’m so sorry… for everything.. ’
’ When I’m gone, don’t forget about me. ’
’ Please.. just don’t leave me here to die! ’
’ Just take me with you, even if I don’t make it. ’
’ I’m not going to make you, leave me to be. ’
’ Don’t worry, I’ll hold them off for you as long as I can. Go now! ’
’ No! I’m not leaving you here to die alone! ’
’ No! Please! Please don’t die! Please stay with me! ’
’ Don’t you die on me you son of a bitch! Come on! ’
’ Remember me always… ’
’ I’m glad.. we get to spend these last moments together. ’
’ You’ve made my life worth while. ’
’ You’ve made every second count from the moment we met. ’
’ Please.. don’t cry, I’m not leaving you by choice. ’
’ Please.. please, just stay with me some more. Please.. ’
’ I’m sorry, I’m sorry… you have to do this. ’
’ I’ll always remember you! Because you will be with me, alive! Please! ’
’ Please don’t say that! You’re going to make it! ’
’ Just don’t let go of me… ’
’ Hold me.. hold me.. I’m scared. ’
’ I’m scared.. please, please.. don’t leave me like this. ’
’ I’ll always be with you, in your heart. ’
’ Please, please.. I don’t want to die. I’m scared. ’
’ I’m scared, hold me.. I’m so cold.. I want my mother. ’
’ Please don’t make me laugh, not right now.. It’s not funny. ’
’ I can’t.. I can’t go on without you. Don’t leave me. ’
’ Please, just go.. I don’t want you to see me like this. ’
’ I can go any further.. I’m not going to make it. ’
’ I can’t believe this is happening.. please wake up! ’
’ Wh-what? What did you say? Tell me. ’
’ Shh.. shhh.. It’s okay, now. I’m here, I’m here. ’
’ No, no, no, no – it’s okay now. Shhh… don’t talk like that. ’
’ It’s okay.. everything’s okay, don’t say anything, shhh. ’
’ Shhh… shh, I’ve got you, I’m here. ’
’ I’m here now, don’t.. It’s okay. I’m here. I’m right here. ’
i like seeing you laugh

please tell me i’m not the only person in the world still thinking about passe på meg. i think of it as their little private i love you scene.

Isak and Even are two teenage boys. they don’t often sit down to discuss the intricacies of their relationship, they don’t verbalise every feeling. they don’t verbalise it, but we are shown it. when they hang out in mekke øl and hjernen er alene, their conversation is sometimes inaudible because the focus is not on what they’re saying but instead on how they make each other feel. they make each other laugh. they make each other laugh a lot. they make each other shine. maybe their jokes are hilarious, or maybe their jokes are terribly unfunny, it doesn’t matter, because dating someone who makes you laugh doesn’t mean you need to date a comedian, it means dating someone with whom you vibe so well that their mere presence relaxes you, being with them makes you laugh. we see that a lot with Isak and Even. good vibes and good laughs. how being around each other is effortless because they can just be.

so when Isak touches Even’s lower lip and says i like seeing you laugh, it’s a casual remark, but it’s also this this intimate, honest confession, because that’s how they make each other feel, they make each other laugh. and he likes it. he doesn’t have a word for it yet, but he knows the feeling’s good. they’re good. you don’t always need to say i love you. sometimes making them laugh is better. when the night is dark and heavy, sometimes laughter is the only way out.

so that’s the i love you of a boy who is young and learning and figuring things out.

i was there to meet you, on the other hand. it should be this dramatic moment, a plot twist, a huge revelation, a guarded secret that Even has kept inside all this time, finally ready to let it unravel. and yet it’s anything but. it’s a nonchalant statement, it’s a how was school we’re running out of toilet paper it’s pretty windy today by the way i was there to meet you. Even’s kept it a secret for so long because it’s not a secret. he says it like he’s stating the obvious, because to him it is the most obvious thing, nothing has ever been more clear to him. the possibility of him having been there for any other reason is nonexistent, and it’s ridiculous that anyone would think otherwise, especially Isak. but i saw you on the first day of school is different. it’s more quiet, half a whisper. Even becomes gentle and pensive, like he remembers something, remembers that first day of school. because this is the part that is not obvious to him. this part where he is lying in bed with the boy he saw on the very first day of school, wearing his clothes, wearing his smell, wearing his kindness and his patience and his understanding. this the part that is maybe a dream.

and my favourite part? it’s Isak’s little ‘oh’. that’s literally all he says. he doesn’t ask Even to elaborate, doesn’t ask any questions, where exactly did you see me, what was i doing, what did you think, what, when, why why why. just oh. and then he smiles. because he believes it. he accepts it. two weeks ago he was ready to believe that everything was a lie because what would someone like Even ever see in a boy like him. now he knows better. he believes it, he accepts it, and he relishes it. and then they smile at each other, because that’s how they make each other feel. they make each other laugh and smile. and it’s good. whatever this is, it’s good. it’s good, yeah.

askdjf im doing a request for Cosette’s wedding bouquet and I was like “hm fleur de lys is ‘flame or burning’ that could work” but then I remembered it’s a symbol of the French monarchy and I just pictured Enjolras’ ghost knocking the bouquet from Cosette’s hands cause “GODDAMMIT MARIUS WE TALKED ABOUT THIS”

TWIN ANDREWS | juggie x reader

A/N: im hoping to turn this into a short series and i hope yous enjoy it!! please hit the follow button to be updated with my blog posts! this is my first time as a solo blogger so i hope you enjoy my writing!! im also looking for a co-owner that loves to write/edit!! enjoy my lil nugs - R🌹

part 2: https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158896154168/twin-andrews-part-2-jughead-x-reader



“arch im kinda nervous”

i admit as we near the familiar diner

“you’ll be fine, it’s just Betty we’ve known her since we were in diapers don’t stress sis”

i huff my stomach turning as the neon sign comes into view

“i don’t know about this I haven’t been home for a really long time i think id rather just go home and rest”.

we pull into the parking lot and i turn to beg to my brother but he pulls the keys out of the ignition

“come (y/n) they are excited to see you, it’s been years at least come in for something to eat then I promise ill drive you home whenever you want”

i sit back and think it over before my brother starts again “dad wants me to help you ease back into it- it’s your first day back at school and wouldn’t you rather have people to talk with tomorrow so it’s not so-” he pauses

“terrifying” i finish

“i was going to say daunting but yeah terrifying works too” i huff
“fine but you owe me Archie big time” a smile spreads across his face as he gets out of his truck. “what have i gotten myself into” i think aloud copying my brothers actions and following him toward the entrance.

“oh and heads up I kinda didn’t tell them you were in town-”

i spin on my heels but he grabs my shoulders “it was supposed to be a surprise” he whines i run my hand over my face “fine- you’re so annoying you know that right”.

he sighs throwing his arm over me and walking me toward our normal booth we’re a spot Betty, Kevin & an unfamiliar raven headed girl.

“arch who’s the other girl-”

“(y/n)” i hear Betty call looking shell shocked

“i-i- I can’t believe your here I-” she chokes on her words.
things didn’t exactly end well between Betty & our friends when I left, after my parents divorce i went into a downward spiral and i was forced to leave with my mother no note no explanation to any of my friends as to where i was going or why and let’s just say i was terrified that they hated me.

“betts” i smile tears welling up

she looked so much older from when I last saw her the more I looked the more she looked different yet entirely the same. she stand from the booth her blonde hair swishing in her ponytail as she rushes over to wrap her arms around me pulling me into her warm embrace

“i thought you were never coming back” she whispers as she held me “me either” i whisper back crying slightly.

i pull away and wipe my eyes glancing to Kevin who’s jaw was lying on the ground “you going to close your mouth and come give me a hug or?”

he glances to me shocked with no movement as if he’s too scared to move in case I run “Kev!” i joke

I spread my arms as he climbs over the raven haired stranger and leap into my arms causing me to stumble back slightly.

“wow” he breathes pulling me at arms length examining me

“girl you got hot” he blurts

I laugh tearing up at the sight of my best friends “you finally grew your hair out im obsessed you look so so so good Chicago treated you well”

i run my fingers through my long red hair “thanks kev, it did it really did” “oh and you look so much thinner!”

I freeze at the comment catching my brothers gaze.

he senses my reaction and laughs stiffly

” I mean you look great, seriously” i breathe a sigh of relief laughing to cover my awkwardness.

“thank you i decided to loose a few pounds and well it worked!”

they smile at me “well have a seat we’ll order and we can catch up!” Archie offers and i nod slipping into the booth opposite Betty Kevin and the other girl.

“you going to introduce me to your pretty friend?”

i ask glancing at Betty

“oh of course this is Veronica Lodge-”

“Ronnie works” she smiles at me

“im (y/n) Andrews im-” “Archie’s twin?”

i nod “obvious?” i mentally face palm “yeah the red hairs a bit of a giveaway” i nod my brother sliding into the seat next to me.

“so you’ve met my sister ronnie” she nods sipping her milkshake “I sure have, will you be going to school this semester”

i nod “i sure am, now both the crazy red headed twins will be attending Riverdale hey arch” i nudge my brother.

it falls silent at my comment and i shift uncomfortably

“oh my god- what did I say?” i glance around Veronica looking equally confused.

“what other twins” she askes confused

“the blossoms..” i finish

“(y/n) I thought I told you about Jason in the car” i furrow my eyebrows at him “I just came from the airport arch i was half asleep and jet lagged i don’t think I was really paying all too much attention to you” i laugh.

“god please don’t tell me their dead- i was going to ask Cheryl for my spot back on the vixens, I miss cheer the girls in Chicago were awful”

still silence

“Jesus will someone tell me what’s going on” my brother touches my shoulder gently

“Jason was killed a few months ago- it was the Fourth of July weekend-” i zone out my breathe catching in my throat.

this is why mum didn’t want me to return home, there’s a murder running around. everything makes sense now while it seemed so eerie when I first got back and how mum refused to let me contact anyone from back home including Archie the past month.

“wow” i exhale “i had no idea- but polly oh my god Betty your sister must be devastated” she nods inhaling sharply let i said something wrong.

I glance down to my food not feeling hungry at all “um arch can we go home im not feel so hot I think I need some rest before tomorrow”

he nods “of course” “ill see you guys tomorrow” i smile waving goodbye to my friends before following my brother out of Pops and into his truck

“you okay?” i nod my attention slipping away “yeah just a lot to process that’s all” he nods pulling out of the parking lot driving toward home.

and you couldn’t help but think something was off something was missing or maybe it wasn’t a something it was a someone

The first time Phichit sees the bathroom of Seung-Gil’s new apartment, it’s on a phone screen. It’s the last room on Seung-Gil’s tour, and Phichit lets out a surprised peal of laughter at the mass assortment of bottles on the shelves.

“What is all that?” he asks.

Seung-Gil holds his phone facing the tub for a hesitant moment, then swivels it back to the shelves. “Um. Shampoo.”

Phichit sits up in bed, a smile pulling both corners of his mouth. “Sixty bottles of it? Why are they all shades of purple?”

“There aren’t sixty,” Seung-Gil says. “Maybe twenty.”

“But why?”

Seung-Gil hisses and says something to himself in Korean, sounding embarrassed, but approaching their sixth month together, Phichit will have none of that.

“Seung-Gil,” he croons. “Tell me why you have the world’s most unnecessary collection of hair soap.”

Seung-Gil flips the camera back to his face, and Phichit doesn’t think he’s imagining the dash of red he sees across Seung-Gil’s nose.

“Trial and error,” he says, flat. “Please don’t laugh at me.”

Phichit softens, tamping his smile down as much as he can. “I’m not laughing at you,” he says. “I think it’s cute.”

Seung-Gil’s eyebrows angle lower, a transparent shift into skepticism.

“I thought it was weird at first,” Phichit admits. “But now that I know the reason, it’s cute that you try new brands. I do that, too, but I usually wait until the bottles are empty first.”

Seung-Gil says, “I used the same brand for ten years. I…” He scrunches his nose. “Please don’t laugh at what I’m about to say. Or make any noises. Sounds. Please no reactions at all.”

Phichit nods quickly, his heart already squeezing with eager anticipation.

“I was trying to figure out which one you use,” Seung-Gil says, in a resigned tone of voice that only makes his confession more unbearable. Almost like he can’t stop himself, he mutters, “I just remember the bottle was purple.”

Phichit covers his mouth with both hands and only through the single most impressive show of self-restraint he’s ever exerted in his life does he not coo.

Apparently, even Phichit’s hidden joy is more embarrassment than Seung-Gil can take and Seung-Gil groans, flipping the camera to escape. This, fortunately, serendipitously, puts his reflection in the mirror on display.

“Seung-Gil! That’s my shirt!”

First Day of My Diary

hi my followers of tumblr. Thank you for always watching my works.

I’m Hasya, illustrator and cartoonist.
I had been staying in the Philippines for 6 month last year for stuyding English abroad, however I’m still beginner. So I start writing diary for practice English.
I’m gonna make a lot of mistake…then please laugh and tell me when i make mistake.

This time, I gonna introduce myself.
I was born in Niigata which is located in midle of Japan and famous for rice.
If you come to Japan and like Sake, visit Niigata. You will be able to taste amazing Sake.
And then I moved from Niigata to Osaka because I entered Osaka university of art. I had been studying about comic, animation and game there.
After graduation from the university, I moved to Tokyo and worked in advertisement company for a year. The reason that I quit the company was I wanted to paint illustration I like.
So now I’m a freerance illustrator and I’m drawing with fun everyday.

If you like my works, perhaps you know what I like.
I like food so I always draw them. Of couse, I also like eating.
Japanese food is good but I like trip and eating meals in other countries.
Nowadays, I’m planning to go to another country with working holiday.
If it’s possible and I could, I want to write diary or comic essay in English and Japanese both.

Okay,,,
That’s all for today.
see you soon

A Cold Encounter

Summary: You and Kol get trapped in a spelled circle in the forest by a coven of witches who wish to get back on Klaus. Unfortunately for you, it’s a cold snowy night and Kol cannot reach any of his siblings – will he be able to save you before you die of cold?

Pairing: KolxReader
Words: 1,087

A/N: I know that it’s summer right now but I watched 4x02 of OUAT and felt so inspired – so hopefully you’ll still give it a shot. I loved writing this one and I hope that you’ll like it as well!


The cold wind was howling while small white snowflakes circled around and placed themselves everywhere on your body. The cold was taking over your body and one by one, every cell seemed to be turning into ice.

Next to you, Kol took of his sweater and placed it around you, above the jacket which he had already given you. He brushed his arms continuingly up and down your arms but it did not bring you any warmth.

The only thing you wanted was to go home and lay down underneath a pile of duvets. Unfortunately, that was not a possibility. You were trapped in the cold weather with your best friend Kol. Despite the cold not being a problem for him, it was for you considering that you were human and intended on staying human. Kol had been trying non-stop to reach his siblings on their phones but no one answered. But then, finally, Klaus picked up his phone. He was angry and thus you could easily hear him as well.

Klaus: Kol, I’m rather busy, could you perhaps handle your own problems for ones or come to the mansion and help me fix mine?

Kol: Actually, I’m not capable of going anywhere right now, no matter if I wanted to or not, brother.

His words were almost as cold as the newly-fallen snow which you were sitting on.

Kol: Once again, I’m being punished for something you did. Only this time, Y/N is the victim as well.

Klaus: What are you talking about?

Kol: I assume you stole something from the witches – something that they would very much like back. And until they get it, Y/N and I are trapped inside a spelled circle in the middle of the forest. And before you think that you have plenty of time to solve this problem, let me just remind you that Y/N is human and it’s freezing out here!

Klaus stayed quiet for quite some time. When he finally spoke, his voice was gentle.

Klaus: How is she?

Kol rose and went as far away from you as possible though it was not very far. He spoke quietly, hoping that you could not hear his words – but you could.

Kol: Her teeth are chattering and her hands are white. Both her fingertips and lips are ice blue. I’ve tried to keep her warm but there isn’t much left to do.

He waited a little bit before he continued.

Kol: Her heartbeat began slowing down just a minute before you picked up your phone.

Every fiber in your body was getting numb; your ears could not even manage to catch Kol’s conversation any longer. After a few moments, he put his phone away and sat down next to you, placing his legs around you and holding you close into his body.

That was when you realized something; his body was no longer cold. For some weird reason, you found that to be extremely fun and even let out a small laughter. Well, it probably sounded more like a sick witch’s cattle but still.

Kol: What are you laughing about? Please don’t tell me that you’re hallucinating.

Y/N: You’re… not cold anymore.

Your statement was definitely not something that Kol found funny. Instead of laughing, he began stroking your arms one more time.

You laid your head on his chest and noticed that your eye lids began fluttering.

Y/N: I’m… so… tired.

Kol: You do not fall asleep. Do you hear me Y/N!

Then, his voice turned into a soft whisper.

Kol: They’re almost here. Freya has probably already cast a locator spell and now they’re on their way to find us and break this spell.

Y/N: They won’t make it. You said yourself that… my heartbeat…

Kol: That doesn’t mean that you’ll die. I won’t let that happen. I promise.

Your energy was disappearing quicker and quicker and you fought hard to gather enough strength to speak.

Y/N: You’ve always… been my best friend… Don’t change when I’m… not here…

Cursing and swearing on the inside, Kol was boiling with anger about this situation. One thing was hurting him but hurting and perhaps even killing you was a complete different thing.

He could not lose you.

He saw you closing your eyes while he heard your heartbeat getting even slower as you drifted into unconsciousness. That was when he decided that he would turn you despite you having made it very clear that you did not want to become a vampire. Just before he bit into his wrist, he saw two figures coming out behind the trees.

Freya and Klaus.

Kol: Freya, you need to hurry, she’s unconscious.

The panic in his voice did not go unnoticed by neither Freya nor Klaus. Freya quickly began doing the spell while Kol stamped his foot impatiently and Klaus gave worried glances towards both you and Freya.

Kol noticed your heart skipping a beat and terror filled his body.

Kol: Come on! Hold on!

Freya’s voice rose until she finally stopped the spell, the boundary having disappeared.  

Kol did not even thank them. As soon as the spell was broken, he lifted you up into his arms and vamp-speeded into the Mikaelson Mansion where he carefully placed you on his bed. After having turned on the heat to a maximum and placed several blankets and duvets around you, he entered the bed himself and held you tight while rubbing your skin once again, praying for you to open your eyes and for your heartbeat to getting steady.

When he finally got to see your beautiful eyes once more, he let out a sigh of relief and placed his forehand on yours.

Kol: Don’t ever scare me like that again.

You spoke with a rather rusty voice.

Y/N: I’ll do my best. I promise.

Then you clung onto him even tighter, feeling relieved that you would get to see another sunrise and live another day with Kol by your side.

What none of you knew was that Klaus was standing in the door opening, watching the two of you carefully. A genuine smile curled up on his lips as he heard Kol’s heartbeat getting slower; not because he was dying but because he could finally relax now that you were safe. Even if the two of you did not know it, Klaus did – you two were soulmates. Maybe not romantically, at least not yet, but the two of you suited each other just as well as hot chocolate suits a snowy night.

…So I finally gave in and I’m selling what is left of my soul to another long running shonen cause why not

I will attempt to do a weekly review of the manga for those who are interested and to organize my thoughts. Before we start, a couple of things:

- I will need some time to get used to the names since there are so many characters, so I will switch back and forth between nicknames, code names and actual names (I still don’t know if people favour first or last names so I’ll use both

- I’m rusty af when it comes to the review business so I apologize in advance

- I already know all the spoilers cause duh I would spoil my own death if I could, so don’t be afraid of spoiling me of anything, chances are I already know and if I don’t I won’t mind.

Izuku Midoriya Begins 

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I let out a huge sigh of nervousness as I straightened out my red dress. It was my first time making an appearance on the Late Late Show with James Corden, and I was freaking out. 

In my short career as an actress, interviews have become my new norm. The overwhelming amount of uneasiness that would present itself before every press conference, convention, etc. has eased up incredibly. So why was I so anxious about this particular appearance?

Because the love of my life, also known as Harry freaking Styles, was going to be seated inches away from me on the same couch. 

As a long time fan of One Direction, this was like a dream come true. But that’s exactly all it was suppose to be. A dream. Now this dream is becoming a reality, except my hands are sweating like crazy and my heart feels like it’s being a thousand miles an hour. Please, God, let me make it out of this alive. 

“..Two-time Oscar nominee, the ever-so stunning, Y/N Y/L!”

I wiped any trace of nervousness off my face as I made my way onto the stage after stopping to greet some of the fans. The amount of support that was shown always left me in awe.

“It’s so good to see you!” James said as we embraced. 

“You too, thanks for having me!” I replied as we pulled away.

“…Here for his week-long residency, the devilishly handsome, Harry Styles!” 

He walked out in a floral suit with a grin on his face as he greeted fans before making his way to the stage. His rings glinted in the stage lights as he ran his hand through his soft-looking chocolate hair. He looks like a whole snack, AAAAAHHHHHH!

Play it cool, play it cool, I mentally chanted as he embraced me in a hug.

“Nice to meet you,” he said after pulling away. 

“You too,” I replied, and I could only hope that I wasn’t grinning too hard.

“So, Y/N, word has it that you were a huge fan of One Direction, is that true?” James asks as we get settled on the couch. 

“Depends, why’re you asking?” I ask cautiously, causing the audience to laugh. I see Harry smirk a little out of the corner of my eye. 

“No reason, no reason,” James says with a mischievous look in his eye. “But, now that you’ve asked..” he said as he turned his attention to the screen.

“I’m so sorry,” I apologized in advance.

“Why are you apologizing, I haven’t even played the clip yet!”James laughed.

I shook my head before responding. “I just know that whatever’s about to play is going to be so painfully embarrassing, and possibly traumatic, to everyone here.”

“This is gonna be interesting,” Harry spoke up beside me, resulting in another round of laughter from the audience. 

The screen showed a 17-year-old me getting ready in the morning. My hair was wrapped in a bonnet and I wore a fuzzy blue bathrobe as I sang along to Over Again into my toothbrush, occasionally stopping to brush. 

“Oh my goodness,” I mumbled with an embarrassed smile as I remembered the video that my brother secretly took of me. I covered my face with my hands as 17-year-old me continued to sing horribly while making dramatic hand gestures.

“Is it over?” I asked sheepishly as I heard James and the audience laughing beside me. I looked over to see Harry with a finger on his lips in an attempt to hold back his laughter. My face would have been as red as a tomato if it weren’t for my melanin. Thank God.

“I, for one, thought that was quite adorable,” Harry said after the laughter died down. Again, thank God for my melanin. 

__________

“Y/N!” 

I turned around and was surprised to see Harry. The show had just ended and I had gotten changed out of my dress and into something casual.

“Hey, great performance out there! I love the album,” I said as he made his way towards me. I hope that didn’t sound too fangirl-y.

“Thank you, that means a lot to me,” he said genuinely. I smiled before fidgeting with the hair tie on my wrist out of nervousness. 

“Erm, I was wondering if you wanted to grab something to eat? If you want, of course.” 

“I-” I cut myself off and cleared my throat as I could literally feel myself about to shriek out a response. “I’d love too!” I smiled. “Let me just grab my phone.” 

I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming before doing a mini-dance in the safety of my dressing room. I grabbed my phone and walked out to Harry, dressed down and still looking perfect as ever in a floral button up and black jeans. 

“Ready?” I nodded and we began heading out.

“Do you like burgers?” he asked. “I know a diner ‘bout a block away that makes the best burgers. Milkshakes are pretty nice, too.”

Love,” I responded with a smile. If I keep smiling like this, my face might fall off.

“Maybe on the way you can show me more of those dance moves from the video,” Harry said as he imitated my hand gestures. I shook my head, bringing my hand up to shield my embarrassment as I let out a laugh.

“Please don’t make me,” I begged.

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled. “Only ‘cause I like you.”

Did I forget to thank God for my melanin?