somehow this bothered me back then

Let me deliver to you a conversation that definitely happens between Viktor and Chris at one point:

“So how was your honeymoon?” says Chris, and he slaps both Yuuri and Viktor on the shoulders in the locker room as they’re preparing for the first warm-up session of the Trophee de France. There is something distinctly reminiscent of the first day of school after summer.

“It was wonderful!” Viktor says, heart-mouthed.

“Chris,” Yuuri says, slowly, with warning.

“And what did you do?” Chris asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

Chris,” Yuuri says, even more insistent. 

“We spent three weeks in a cabin in La Seyne-Sur-Mer, Chris, you know that,” Viktor lifts Yuuri’s foot into his lap to tighten his skate for him. “There are plenty of pictures on Instagram. The French Mediterranean is lovely in June.”

“Yes but what did you do.” Chris’ eyebrows wiggle so hard that they might leave the stratosphere.

“CHRIS.” Yuuri yanks his skate out of Viktor’s hands. “CHRIS I’M SERIOUS.”

“I learned to surf! Kind of.” Viktor presses a finger to his mouth, contemplative. “We swam a lot. We went to a club, once. We, um, ate a lot of…french food.”

“Could it be that you’re having trouble remembering what you did aside from fuck, my friend?” Chris purrs, low so that nobody can hear aside from them. Yuuri appreciates the courtesy, but he still huffs and hobbles away, one skate on. Chris sits down in his vacated spot. “I remember my honeymoon, Vitya. We hardly got out of bed. Your honeymoon is all about getting to know each other. In the biblical sense. Did you discover anything scandalous about your lovely Yuuri?”

Viktor blushes. “Well…he laughs during sex. And sometimes he would just let me lay on top of him and stare into his eyes. A couple of times, it wasn’t even during sex…it was insane. Sometimes we just kissed for hours. Hours, Chris. I did my hair while he was in the shower, and the curtain was transparent. He just let me! He let me watch him get dressed! He didn’t even care! One time we came in from a swim and he just took his bathing suit off, right there in the living room! I couldn’t believe it…and we showered together all the time. He let me condition his hair.”

“Didn’t you two…used to take naked baths together…all the time?” Chris mutters. “Back in Japan?”

“Well, yes but there were other people there.” Viktor’s getting hot and bothered, and Chris can’t even believe this shit. “It wasn’t a big deal, it was like being in a locker room. This time it was…just us. And his eyes would…and he’s so beautiful…”

“Oh my God,” Chris mutters to himself, because Viktor Nikiforov has an intimacy kink. He’s known the guy for ten years of his life and he somehow never realized it.

“And sometimes.” Yuuri pokes his head back around the row of lockers. “Sometimes we had sex above the blankets. In the daytime! Isn’t that insane?” Yuuri, unlike Viktor, is definitely being mocking. “Sorry, Chris, but practice starts in two minutes. Vitya, come on?”

“Coming, Kitten!” Viktor grabs Yuuri’s other skate and follows him to the door of the locker room, waving at Chris over his shoulder. Chris stays in the locker room until something like numb acceptance comes over him, and then exits into the rink as well. 

Dating Diana Prince/ Wonderwoman would include...

• Meeting her through knowing Bruce and Clark

•At first being vaguely intimidated by her but also finding that you can’t seem to draw your gaze away from her

• Diana being entranced by everything about you

• Bruce wingmanning for her and Clark trying to play matchmaker for you

• It works

• You better be down for PDA because Diana is not at all bothered by it

• She always finds a way to be touching you somehow whenever you’re together

• Whether you’re sitting on the couch together, walking down the street or even hanging on the Watchtower she will gently interlock her fingers with yours

• Cuddles

• LOTS of cuddles

• Diana loves hugging you from behind (she’s much taller than you so she always rests her chin atop your head

- “Di, stop it! You’re making me feel short.”

- “Y/N, you are short”

-“…”

• Slow, passionate kisses

• Sometimes you just spend hours aimlessly making out

• Sweet, loving sex

• But also really hot “I just got back from a really dangerous mission and I have an adrenaline high” sex

• Basically a lot of sex, all the time

• Cute good morning kisses

• When you can’t sleep, Di will sing old Greek lullabies until you eventually drop off

• Late night pillow talk that can last for hours

• She adores listening to you talk and it doesn’t matter what you’re talking about, she will always listen avidly

• You love it when she tells you stories of her home and the adventures she had back on Themyscira

• She likes carding her fingers in your hair as you lay your head on her chest/stomach because it’s relaxing and she likes the way it makes you smile

• Sometimes you go through old photos of her as wonderwoman

• You start learning Greek to surprise her

• “Σε αγαπώ”

• Nobody had better mess with you because Diana is very protective

- And she has a sword.

• You and her just having a perfect, loving relationship.

A/N: Basically I’m just trash for Diana

Originally posted by skaldic-totems

At the end of the day, people like Robbie Tripp are generally innocuous, but he nevertheless perpetuates the overarching attitude that it is somehow abnormal or unacceptable to be attracted to a fat person. What bothers me is not Tripp’s fondness for his wife’s body, but the way he pats himself on the back in the most public possible way — and that others are actually following suit. It’s neither revolutionary nor saintly to find fat women attractive, folks, and pretending otherwise is doing way more harm than good.
Queen in the North {Pt. 2}

Originally posted by ladysarah94

Requested: By myself, because I am Trash™. Also some other absolutely lovely people.

Pairings: Robb Stark x Reader

Previously: {Part 1}

Summary: Y/N was sent to live with The Stark family at a young age, and ever since then, she seemed to fit perfectly, maybe even more than she had ever noticed.

Warnings: I just watched the episode so fluff to the max

Word Count: 2,433

A/N: I am so pleased to see how many of you like the first part to this, and I sincerely hope that the second part is even better! Special shoutout to @secretschuylersister for looking over this/encouraging me to actually post it. If you have any requests, please feel free to send them to my ask box!

It was nice of Sansa to say that she was almost done poking and prodding and adjusting your dress, even if you all knew that it was a lie. Sansa had and affinity for dressing you up, claiming that if she tried it with Arya, she would lose a finger. You couldn’t say that the idea was entirely off base.

The dress was lovely. It looked a bit delicate in comparison to the usual style that ladies favored in Winterfell.  It was somehow different and you’re the same as the dresses that you favored on an everyday basis. Although you had lived in Winterfell for most of your life, your mother and father had lived much farther south.

So, you tended to favor lighter dresses, made of silk and lace in a wide array of colors. Jon liked to tease you that you were the brightest thing to ever live in Winterfell. What you didn’t know is how much Robb silently agreed with him. The dress was white, with layers of gray peeking through towards the bottom. It was lovely, although you had no idea how Sansa had managed such a lovely effect in the short amount of time since she had asked you about making a dress.

“I may have been working on it for a little while before I asked if it was okay,” she said, picking it up off of the bed and motioning for you to change into it. “But I knew that you were going to say yes anyways.”

You laughed, she was right. You had a hard time telling people no, especially when they were doing something so nice for you. After all, the Starks were your family. And if they were willing to put the time in to help you, then there was no way that you were going to refuse. It did make your schedule feel a bit cramped at times, in between dagger lessons with Arya and the boys, knitting with Sansa and tea with Lady Stark, who was forever insisting that you call her Catelyn, there were never enough hours in the day, something you often fought about with Robb.

“Well then, put it on!” Sansa laughed, tossing you the dress and pulling out her needle and thread, claiming that there were a few alterations that needed to be made. Sansa worked in silence, adding a few stitches here and there. And somehow, when she was done, the dress looked even more spectacular. She had managed to somehow make it fit you like a glove at the top, yet have the perfect amount of sway and flow in the skirts.

“Thank you, Sansa,” you said, admiring the skirts in her mirror. If you hadn’t been so caught up in how nice it was for Sansa to make you this lovely dress, you might have noticed the smug look on her face as she admired you admiring her dress. And you might have noticed that you were wearing in the Stark family’s colors. “But I really think that I should go see if your mother needs help preparing-”

“I was downstairs with her all morning. While you were fretting over nothing, I was making sure that you didn’t have an excuse to run away.” She laughed, guiding you over to the chair that was set up in front of her mirror. “Now, you have to stay and let me do something with this.” She sighed, motioning to the braid that you wore every day. Sansa took your braid in her hands, making quick work of fanning it out across your shoulders, running a brush gently through the ends or your hair.

“I cannot understand why you never take the time to style your hair unless I force you to. You know that anyone would do anything for you.” Sansa rain her hands through your hair, twisting it one way and then another, attempting to choose a style for that evening.

“I would rather spend my time with other engagements. And I’m sure that every single person in this castle has at least five things that they need to be doing at any given time. And shockingly, none of them include helping me with my hair.” You laughed, raising an eyebrow at her in the mirror.

“And does one of those things include pretending that you aren’t in love with my brother? Or is that simply a given, considering it is something that you do every waking minute of every day?”

You felt yourself tense, your shoulders locking back into place and your teeth grinding against each other. Sansa, on the other hand, continued brushing your hair into place, humming a soft tune to herself. You wished that you had an appropriate comeback, but you were left to sit there, mouth agape, while Sansa fussed with your hair for longer than should have been possible.

You’d hoped that you would have a bit of time to yourself before the feast that evening, but Sansa had insisted that a bit of rouge had never hurt anyone. By the time that she decided you were ready, the both of you were late.

“A queen never arrives at her own party on time.” Sansa laughed as you hurried down the hall. You hated to be late, and it seemed that the only time you were more than a few seconds late to anything was when Sansa insisted on helping you get ready.

“Then it’s really too bad that I am not a queen.” you reminded her, withholding a glare.

She snorted at you in a very un Sansa-like way, simply brushing past you and breezing easily into the banquet. You, on the other hand, were not nearly as confident. You took a moment to steady yourself, a moment to catch your breath, before stepping into the banquet hall.

The noise and liveliness of the hall erupted around you, pulling you in. You glanced around, taking in the musicians and the dancers that took up most of the space in the large banquet hall. And as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were elated to see Robb standing with Jon and Theon near the edge of the dance floor.

You gathered up your expansive skirts, making your way along the edge of the room to the boys.

“Well don’t you just look dashing in the Stark colors?” Jon teased you, gesturing for you to do a twirl.

You landed a punch on his arm, not hard enough to actually hurt him, but firm enough to tell him to shut his big mouth, paired with an expression that told him you were going to pretend to be cross with him for a while. “If you must know, your lovely sister made me this gown, and as usual I had no say about the colors. But, I’m sure that it is just coincidence.” You attempted to sound sincere, even though you knew what Sansa was most likely thinking when she was picking out the material.

You pretended to listen to the boys ramble on about one thing or another, but your eyes were scanning the room in search of Arya. You knew that she was not particularly fond of feasts, so you always made a point to seek her out and reassure her, even if it was only for a few minutes. After few moments of searching, you spotted her, slumped into a chair, looking like she would much rather be anywhere else but here.

You felt Robb’s hand rest on the small of your back, attempting to draw your attention away from the very important matter at hand. “Y/N, do you want to-”

“Maybe in a minute, Robb,” you said, already making your way over to Arya, not even bothering to look back towards the sound of Jon’s booming laughter.

“Arya!” you laughed, taking her hands in your own and pulling her out of the chair. “Won’t you come and dance with me?”

“You know that I have been skipping my lessons,” she mumbled, refusing to meet your eyes. Somehow, she was in a worse mood than usual.

“I never said that we were going to make our way through the most boring waltz in existence.” You were already halfway to the band, who looked almost as morose as Arya, which wasn’t surprising when you thought about the music that they were being forced to play. “If this is to be the mood for the entire evening, we are all going to die of boredom.”

You let go of Arya’s hands for a few moments to whisper your instructions to the band. They all seemed to perk up immediately, sitting up in their chairs, the light coming back into their eyes. The tune changed from the sullen one that you had grown accustomed to hearing, to one that was jubilant and full of life. Reclaiming Arya’s hands in your own, your spun her around, prancing around in ridiculous circles until a smile finally graced her lips, and then a small laugh bubbled through, and you knew that your work was done.

You gave her one last smile, twirling her in another circle before stumbling off of the dance floor. All of the spinning had made you a bit dizzy, and with all of the skirts that Sansa had swaddled you up in, you weren’t surprised that you had nearly tripped a few times before you had even made it away from the dancers.

Robb’s hand found the small of your back, guiding you away from the mass of bodies that had swarmed the dance floor. You would have been surprised, especially because you hadn’t thought that Robb was anywhere near you, but he had a habit of turning up when you needed someone.

“What was it that you wanted earlier?” You asked breathlessly, collapsing into the chair that he had guided you to.

“Do you remember when my mother was so angry at us for sneaking into these feasts that she made us attend all of those dreadful dancing lessons?” Robb asked, smiling at Arya dancing with Rickon among the masses.

“Of course I do,” you laughed, recalling the many afternoons you had spent with your slightly nasty dance master. “Your mother was so sure that we would never turn up to another ball again if we had to take those lessons, but you were at every single lesson.”

“Naturally, you were so excited, and there was no way that I was going to miss it when you tripped over your own two feet.”

“If I recall correctly, you were always responsible for catching me after I messed up a new step.” You lazily punched him in the shoulder, but the laughter died in your throat as Robb caught your fist and linked his hand with yours.

“And I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

It wasn’t the act of holding his hand in yours that caused your breathing to falter. You had been holding pinkies since you had met, so after that, what was a hand? It was the way that his eyes were staring into yours, unwavering. For the first time in a long time, you felt yourself blushing because of Robb Stark.

It wasn’t something that happened often, the two of you had grown up together, after all. Your mother had been best friends with Cat, and when they passed away, it was no question that you were going to stay with Ned and his family.

You had been quiet when you arrived at Winterfell for the first time. It had only been a day or two since your mother and father had moved on, taken from you suddenly by a terrible affliction. You were assured that your friends would all be waiting for you, but that wasn’t good enough. You wanted your parents.

And even though you constantly reminded Robb of that, he was there for you at every turn. Bringing you a flower he found near a spring, hoping to make you smile, or telling you a poorly thought out joke, just waiting for just a glimpse of the dimples he used to know so well. And as much as you wanted to give him a glimpse of your former self, you needed time. Somehow, even at such a young age, both of you understood. And you had remained solemn, until one afternoon, he heard a giggle echoing from her chambers.

Robb threw open the door to find you sifting through a drawer full of dried flowers, picking them up one by one and examining them. He marched into the room, demanding to know why you had been so sad before. You never had been able to give him an answer, simply handing him one of the flowers and telling him that you were sorry. You never had offered him an explanation for those first few weeks.

“Y/N?” Robb’s voice and both of his hands cupping yours somehow managing to effectively draw you back to reality. “Are you okay?” his voice was soft, almost as if he was afraid to scare you away. He should know better than that by now.

“I was thinking about when I first came to live with you, well everyone. And you worried yourself over making me feel welcome, and you were so confused when you found me with that drawer full of flowers.” You sounded dreamy, still thinking about the days when things felt easier.

“You never did tell me why you kept all of those flowers. Especially when they never made you smile in the first place.” He smiled down at your hands, where his thumb was stroking the back of your hand.

“Because I knew that they were going to make me happy eventually,” You met his eyes, hoping that he understood what you were trying to tell him. “And I was right, wasn’t I?” Robb looked like he was going to answer, but you were finished wasting time moping about when there was a party going on. “Let’s dance, Stark.”

And without another word, the two of you were out of your chairs and headed for the dance floor. The musicians had kept their promise, and the music was lively. You were pleased to see that Arya had dragged Sansa into a group of dancers, and it brought a smile to your face to see that everyone was happy, for the time being. It was rare to stumble upon a moment where someone wasn’t squabbling, and when you managed to find one, you most certainly weren’t going to take it for granted.

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anonymous asked:

wishing I was pushed against the wall by alex summers?

Originally posted by winterspoetryandbands

Masterlist

“So now you are giving me the silent treatment? Real mature, Summers.” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. You stared at Alex. His back was turned to you while he was looking down at the party that was happening below you. He had taken the tux jacket off and loosened some of his buttons from his shirt. His hands were gripping the railings, allowing you a less than generous view of his toned arms. You huffed, knowing that you weren’t going to get much out of him.

“When your’e ready to stop acting like a three year old, then come and talk to me.” You grabbed your dress, lifting it up slightly so you can see your heels. You walked down the stairs of the Xavier mansion, getting ready to go back down the the formal welcome party that Charles was throwing for the parents of the new students. It was to help raise money to get more and better things for the students (and partially so people can see that they shouldn’t be afraid of mutants). Once you reached the bottom, you let go of your dress, turning to give Alex one last glance. You looked up and saw him glaring down at your through your lashes. You shook your head, rolling your eyes and walking away from him. You spotted Hank, smiling at him. He gave a small wave to you.

“Still haven’t found Alex?” He asked, knowing that you left in the first place to go search for the stubborn man.

“No, I found him. He won’t talk to me though.” You grabbed a glass of champagne from a tray that was walking by.

“He’s probably jealous.” Hank stated, drinking his own glass. You rolled your eyes for the second time that night.

“Yeah right. He’s the one who hasn’t stopped talking to the trophy wives. He knows he’s flirting with them and I know he tries extra hard when I’m looking. It makes me so mad because I can’t lash out when he casually “talks” to girls but he can go out and throw a fit because one guy even looks at me the wrong way.”

“Y/N, I don’t think that he’s mad because you talked to that one guy. I think he’s mad because you haven’t really been paying that much attention to him lately. You’ve kind of been running off with Ben and Elliot and had to cancel more that a few times on him.” Hank informed. You turned to look at Hank.

“You’re kidding right?” You said louder than you should have. A few heads turned in your direction. You apologized to them, before looking back at Hank.

“I haven’t been running off with anyone. Elliot and Ben have complicated mutations and considering that mine is complicated they have come to me for advice. I help them train a few times a week and sometimes we just hang out and talk. Since when was it such an issue for girls to be friends with guys?”

Hank shrugged.
“I don’t know. But you know how Alex can get when he interprets things the wrong way.” He took a drink from his own glass of champagne.

“Why does it even matter to him? He’s been very obvious in reminding me that we are JUST friends.” You sighed.

“I think you should go talk to him. Regardless of the way he’s acting.”
“I’ll go talk to him but I’m pretty sure that he won’t talk to me.” You said goodbye to Hank before leaving to go upstairs towards Alex’s room.

You knocked on his door, switching your weight from heel to heel to relieve your feet from the slight pain that the heels caused. You heard footsteps on the other side of the door before seeing the door swing open. Alex was standing there, brushing his teeth. His shirt was halfway unbuttoned down, allowing you a nice view of his chest. You let your eyes linger on his chest before moving back up towards his face.

“What?” He asked, sounding annoyed that you interrupted him.

“Wow, he talks.” You replied sarcastically. Alex rolled his eyes, moving his arm to close the door before you stopped him.

“No! Alex please just talk to me.” You pleaded, resisting his attempt to close the door with both your hands. Alex looked at you, moving away from the door to allow you in. You walked in, looking around his room. He was neater than you imagined him to be. There was a small pile of books stacked on his bedside table. Before you got a chance to read them, Alex called out to you. You turned to look at him, realizing that he didn’t have a shirt on now. You widened your eyes, letting out a gasp. You felt your face heat up before you turned your attention away from him.

“What’s wrong princess? Can’t handle the heat?” You heard him tease. You refrained from snapping at him. You took a deep breath.
“Alex I just want to know why you have these sudden outbursts with me. We used to be so close and suddenly you give the silent treatment unless there is absolutely no way for you to avoid conversation with me. Then I stop bothering you for a while and hang out with other people and it just seems like I made things worse somehow. I don’t understand. What did I do?” You let out, turning to face him again. His eyebrows were furrowed, as he stood there deep in thought. He opened his mouth and closed it a few times, as if he was debating what to say or how to word what he was going to say. You waited there eagerly, waiting to see what he would come up with. He kept walking towards you, causing you to step back a few steps. His pace increased, until he was pushing you up against the wall next the door of his bedroom. Your breath hitched, eyes alternating from looking at his eyes to down at his lips. His tongue came out and glazed over his bottom lip. His breaths were quiet, calm. Compared to yours, his were a calm sea, and yours were the incoming storm. Every time that you inhaled, your chest barely grazed his. Your heart beat a little faster knowing about the energy blasts that he produced from his core.

“I get…jealous.” He said after a few breaths. “I get jealous that Elliot and Ben have all this time with you. They spend all this time training with you and I know I have mentioned that we’re friends in the past but that was really just for me. I don’t think that I would stand a chance so I tell myself that I am happy with being friends. But I’m not.” Alex mumbles. His voice was slightly raspy from how late it was. His hot minty breath fanned over your face. Your eyes fluttered closed at his next exhale. Your heart was racing. You have dreamed about being this close to him. About being so close to his lips. You parted your lips, the room getting hotter from the close distance. You opened your eyes again, staring up at Alex. His blue eyes were peering into your own. His hands slowly made their way down to grab your hips, pinning them gently to the wall. You craned your neck up to crash your lips against his, moving your own arms up to grab Alex’s hair. You felt him groan against your lips, bringing your hips from the wall to be held against his own. He pushed you back into the wall as he deepend the kiss. There was little to no space between the two of you, but you didn’t care. You were finally getting some answers from Alex’s distance, only these answers are way better than you possibly could have imagines.

A/N: its not my best writing and I’m sorry but I love you amores xox 

All I Ask Of You

A @mlsecretsanta​ gift for @miraculouspaon​! Some fluffly Marichat for you!

Have a Happy Holliday!

NOTE: This fic includes songs and lyrics from various musicals, so scattered throughout are links to youtube videos for those songs. Enjoy!


Chat Noir loves musicals.

It really shouldn’t surprise me. Cats exists, of course he loves musicals. After he found out I’m into musicals, it’s all he talks about when we’re on patrol. But I can’t even remember how we got on the subject. I think I was humming a few bars of ‘76 Trombones’ from The Music Man one day and he recognized it instantly. He started talking about various musicals he’d seen, either live or recorded, musicals he wanted to see (Hamilton and The Lion King topped the list), and his favorite songs from each. Which leads me to my second discovery.

Chat Noir has a beautiful voice.

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anonymous asked:

have you read about the 'david adopts nikki' au? would u draw niikki and david together?

Unfortunately i haven’t heard about this au, and i wonder why. They are so good together.

I already have some hc about her family even.

After her parents divorced she was forced to live with her father. He wasn’t very attentive and didn’t pay her much time (and this is understandable somehow even; he was single parent after all). But he loved her despite he had no idea how to rise a little girl. And after some time he just… Gave up and didn’t come back for her. This is how David adopted Nikki.
Obviously David is more caring parent then anyone else. Even being single he managed somehow to rise this girl. He listened to her and surrounded with love. So she stopped being so wild and savage and turned into normal adventurous lass. She even loved such girly things as earrings, for example.


- So, how do you like your new haircut?
- It’s the best! Now i can do whatever i want and my hair won’t bother me at all.
- Glad what you loved it, sweetie)

Stay With Me

Part 1 (It’s not really that necessary to read it to understand what’s going on); Part 2; Part 3


Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Reader

Summary: Your parents gave you up so you had no choice but to become his wife.

Genre: Mafia AU, fluff

Word count: 1,943

Originally posted by everybodyloveschen

“I will show you something better,” he said.  It still amazed you how quickly his personality could change, one minute he was standing there ready to kill and the next he was already guiding you through the crowds of people downstairs with a smile on his face. Everyone’s eyes were on you and you couldn’t help but look around if Jimin was still present. He was nowhere to be seen though.

“Don’t worry about them, they’re just jealous,” Jongdae spoke once you two were outside.

“Of what?”

“You of course,” he said opening the car’s door for you. “I don’t blame them, I’m not sure I have seen anything prettier either,” he continued once you were inside. “I will be right back.”

For once you were actually happy he left you as you couldn’t control your blushing whenever he started flirting. “Geez,” you thought and turned in your seat to see what he was doing. He was talking to a group of men, eleven besides him, you only knew Suho and Sehun though. They seemed to be arguing and you couldn’t help but think that it was because you screwed up. Damn those windows, you can’t hear anything. You reached down to open one of them slightly when Jongdae looked at you and you had no choice but to get back to your seat.  

“Is everything okay?” you asked him as he got into the driver’s seat.

“Yeah. Why?”

“I don’t know. You seem kind of angry.”

“Let’s just say not everything worked out in my favour,” he said starting the engine and driving out. “I’m glad you’re safe,” he smiled and put his hand on your thigh. You looked at him and then back at his hand and just gently lifted it up and put it on his lap.

“You’re no fun,” he pouted, when you noticed you passed the turn you have taken before.

“Where are we going?”

“I thought I told you I will show you something better,” but you just tensed up at his words. What does he mean better? He seemed to notice that.

“Relax. We’re going to my place,” but that didn’t calm you down at all. His place? What is he planning to do there?

“You’re place? I thought you-“

“Were living there? No way! With all these men around and barely no women? It’s more like a dorm,” he laughed as he pulled up into a fancy looking apartment complex. He got out and opened the door for you but you were reluctant to get out.

“Are you seriously thinking I will do something to you? You do realize that if I wanted I already had plenty of opportunities to do that.”

He was right. You were kind of embarrassed for even thinking about it. You took his hand and walked inside.

“Which floor?” you asked once you were in the elevator.

“The very top.”

The penthouse, of course.

“I need you to close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Just do it,” he said and you complied. When you reached the door he guided you around and after a few minutes you felt the wind on your skin. You took it as a sign and slowly opened your eyes. The view in front of you was beautiful to say the least. You grabbed onto the balcony’s railing. You couldn’t believe it, you could actually see almost the whole city from here. It looked lovely as the lights began popping up as the night took over.

“I told you it’s better.”

“It is,” you chuckled. After a moment of silence you decided to ask him the question that’s been bugging you.

“So what happened today?”

“Where do I start? I guess there is no point in lying to you as you already know about my work, more or less. To put it simply we needed to make a deal but these guys are so stubborn as it is but if Jimin is around, it’s practically impossible to talk to them, so that’s why I asked you to distract him. It was going pretty well until Suho told me he took you somewhere private,” you decided not to tell him that it was actually your idea. “And well you know what happened next. I really messed up, I think I just made our bad relationship with them even worse.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. You see it’s not only them, there are plenty of other gangs out there and the tension between us all has been high way before this and,” he stopped mid sentence. “Are you cold?” he asked taking his jacket off and putting it on your shoulders. “Well it’s night already after all but I always think the view is worth the cold,” he laughed.

You looked down at the city, you never thought you would see something like this. Jongdae took your hand and dragged you away from the railing.

“Come, I will warm you up,” he said as he sat down on one of the chairs in the balcony and pulled you too his lap. You had no idea where to put your hands, this whole position was pretty awkward but you couldn’t help but smile.

“What?” he asked.

“I don’t know why but being under stars with you like this really calms me down,” you stated and then realized you just said that out loud. He just chuckled and pulled you in closer his face just inches away, his warm breath on your skin. You closed your eyes not knowing what he was planning but opened them just as quickly when you felt him pull away.

“I don’t want to push you. It feels kind of wrong when I’m the only one who wants it,” he said standing up and picking you up. You covered your face with your hands, you could feel your cheeks burning. Were you actually expecting something? When you looked up at him again he was already going up the stairs.

“I see you don’t mind me carrying you anymore, so that’s a start,” he laughed as he pushed one of the doors open with his legs. He sat you down on the bed.

“This is going to be your room. Mine is next door, so if you need anything feel free to come in,” he said as he turned to go.

“Jongdae wait!” Great. You stopped him. Now what? You actually had no idea what to say, you just didn’t want him to leave just yet. You had to come up with something quickly.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he said leaning on the door frame.

“What did you want to say to me back then in the morning?”

He seemed surprised by your question which only increased your suspicion that he’s hiding something.

“I don’t remember,  it was probably nothing important.”

“I see… “ you decided not to bother him now and wait for another opportunity. “Can I ask you for one more thing? Can you leave the door slightly open?”

“Scared?” he laughed.

“No, I just can somehow feel the freedom that way, knowing I’m not locked up,” he looked at you concerned. “I’m sorry I was the one who made you feel that way. Sleep well,” he smiled before exiting. You quickly changed and got into bed. You took the pendant Jongdae gave you off and put it safely on the night stand. You tried to rethink everything that happened today but sleep soon took over.

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You were kneeling on the floor, it’s coldness seeping through your skin. You heard one of them say “Scare them a little”. You could feel the metal press up against the back of your head. You squeezed her hand, trying to control your tears and told her that you love her. You looked up and saw your mother crying saying that everything is going to be alright, your father frightened by the sight couldn’t utter a single word out. You heard the safety click. It seemed like the time stopped at this moment. You closed your eyes. 

This is it. 

The loud sound after the trigger was pulled seemed to resonate around the room. 

It’s over.

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You woke up in cold sweat. A dream? You haven’t thought about it in a long time, maybe today’s events triggered it. You touched your face, you were crying. You wiped the tears away and rolled to the other side. The door was still slightly open, just as you asked. You tried going back to sleep but it was impossible after that. You sat up, thinking that this is the stupidest idea you came up with in years but he did say to come in if you needed anything. You slipped out of your bed and headed to the door. The apartment was dead silent. You quietly opened the door to his room and peaked inside. By the way his chest was rising you realized that he’s in deep slumber. You stood there in the doorway for a few minutes, feeling kind of guilty to wake him up. You slowly approached him and gently touched his hand that was poking out of the covers.

“Jongdae,” you whispered when suddenly his strong arms grabbed you and slammed you into the bed. He got on top of you his hands wrapping around your neck. You tried prying them off.

“Jongdae! It’s me!” you cried out. That seemed to snap him out of it.

“Y/N! Baby! I’m… I’m sorry… My reflexes kicked in… I thought I was being attacked… I-“ he said letting go of you.

“Why are you here? Did something happen?” he continued. “Were you crying?” he asked. You were surprised he could actually see your face in this darkness.

“Can you get off of me first?” he quickly rolled over to your side and looked at you with concern, waiting for your answer. Still surprised by his sudden outburst and making a mental note in your head to never try this again, you thought for a few seconds what you should tell him.

“I want to sleep with you.” his eyes widened at your statement as you quickly realized what you just blurted out.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” you softly punched him in the chest. “I meant, can I sleep in your bed?”

“What? Afraid of the darkness?” he laughed but you didn’t say anything.

“I’m just teasing you! Of course you can sleep here.” he said pulling you closer under the covers. Any other time you would have pushed him off but you needed somebody to hold you. This was too close though, your heart was about to burst out from beating this fast. You tried to move a little bit farther away but his grip was strong and you had to give up. You slowly put your head on his chest, his heartbeat was steady and you had to admit that just like before his presence calmed you down. You just lay there for at least half an hour. It seemed surreal that only a few months ago you would have rather died than stayed with him, yet look where this got you. Thinking that he has fallen asleep again you reached down for his hand and took it in yours.

“Thank you.” you whispered, after all if it wasn’t for him you would have never gotten out of the hell hole that was your parent’s home. You felt his lips curve up against your forehead. That sneaky bastard, pretending to be asleep, this is going to be so embarrassing in the morning. He intertwined your fingers with his.

“Stay with me, like this, forever.”


~ Part 5 ~

A/N: If Jongdae isn’t an actually sunshine then idk the Earth isn’t round 😂 I actually planned out the story and will probably finish it in the next 3-4 parts~

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Request (Anon): Tom and the reader have a fight so she won’t sleep in the same bed as him

words: 1838

Eight months

That’s how long you and Tom have been together. Exclusively at least. You’ve known each other for nearly six years, each of those years spent denying feelings for one other. So, whenever Tom finally silenced the words of encouragement from both his head and his friends and told you how he truly felt it was no surprise to anyone how easily the two of you fell together. Over the years, the two of you have had your share of fights. Best friends always do. Maybe that is why he hadn’t expected your first fight as a couple to have such a terrible fallout.

He wasn’t prepared to be on the other end of words that caused tears to fall from your eyes, or to be the one incapable of making them stop. Throughout the majority of your friendship, he’d been the one to comfort you in times like this. He was always the one to talk you out of moments of self-doubt. Only, today, he had nothing to say.

And that was the problem.

Instead of speaking, he’d shut completely down.

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It’s here! To @akai-echo​ who surprised me with this beautiful banner, thank you for giving us some scrumptious visuals! I mean, just look at it!

To @loving-mellark​ for providing artwork as well, which you can view HERE if you feel like watching your screen combust. ;-)

To @peetabreadgirl​ for all of her beta reading, idea bouncing, and encouragement (read: nagging). Love you, ladies!

To @alliswell21​ who provided the final word prompt as well as to those of you who took the time to send lovely comments or the word prompts that drove this story: @imonthetumbler​, @alys07​, @louezem​, @theotheroneoverthere​, @xerxia31​, @mellarkablegirl​, and Anonymous Whoever You Might Be! Hugs to you all and as always, Enjoy!


Part 1: Grapholagnia

Part 2: Neighbors/We meet again

Part 3: Callipygian

Part 4: Apodyopis

Part 5: Gymnophoria

Part 6: Mamihlapinatapei

Part 7: Basorexia

Part 8: Coitus

Part 9: Hypersexuality

Part 10: Malapert

Part 11: Quidnunc

Part 12: Hiraeth

Part 13: Viraha

And now for Part 14…

Concupiscence: ardent sensual longing/ strong lustful desire


When I climbed into my bed next to my drunk sister, I expected to fall right asleep. After the week I’ve had, I’m so drained that I could barely move my limbs to help clean up at least some of the mess in my apartment. The windows remained wide open for several hours while we talked and watched another movie. Annie chose one with zero romance in it whatsoever, and I am grateful for that, although the more Prim drank, the more likely she was to spout out questions or comments about Peeta and my relationship with him until all I wanted to do was sleep and not think about boys. Especially not him.

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ok, so real quick, just a few things: this is my own personal opinion and about my own preferences. We all like different things. So if you like k/l, great! I fully support that. And there are definitely plenty of people who are multishippers and love both k/l and s/k or ship s/k/l. But I mean, the short answer is…you won’t find any k/l on this blog. (I’m also using a screenshot of your ask so this doesn’t appear when you search k/l, because I feel that wouldn’t be fair to fans)

anyway, long answer: 

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my favorite scene*

The barely-suppressed panic in Delphine’s voice as she tries to dissuade Cosima from leaving, spouting arguments that ring hollow because she has forfeited the right to say “I love you, don’t go” and she knows it. Cosima’s tearful smile when she says “I came back for you” (aka the point at which I get something in my eye and/or my allergies start acting up). The way Delphine’s voice breaks when she asks “Why didn’t you tell me.” She’s trying so hard to hold it together.

And that kiss. The desperation in it; the longing. This is the truly remarkable thing about this scene: I want these two to kiss–I’ve been dying for them to kiss for the past seven and a half episodes–and when they finally kiss, it breaks my fucking heart. Because it doesn’t change anything. This isn’t them getting back together like they need to do, goddamn it; It’s just a slip. A moment of weakness.

It was tragic. Tragedy doesn’t necessarily have to be someone murdered in cold blood. Done correctly–and I will fight anybody who says this scene didn’t do it correctly–it can be two people who need one another kept apart by duty and circumstances.

Here’s where I finally start getting pissed off about Delphine’s shooting in 3x10. It didn’t bother me much when I first watched it. I already knew she’d be back. I wasn’t saddened or shocked or outraged. At worst, I was annoyed. Eight or nine episodes without my fave. Great. But lately, I’ve been comparing and contrasting it with this scene, this achingly beautiful, profoundly sad moment, and it’s like John Fawcett and Graeme Manson didn’t even know what they had. Somehow, they were able to watch this and say,”Eh, it’s just not tragic enough.” Shooting Delphine was cheap, obvious, and utterly unnecessary.


*it’s possible that this will eventually be supplanted by something from 5x05 or 5x08. Too early to tell. I’ll let you know after I’ve watched all their season 5 scenes a zillion times.

anonymous asked:

4, 14 and 16 for ereri please

for the otp tag!

4. Who is incredible in bed and completely knocks the other off their feet the first time they have sex?

UM……… UM. let’s be honest with ourselves here eren would SAY it’s levi because eren loves to boast about his little heichou and is way too tmi about telling everyone everything but in reality levi’s world was completely transformed the second he gave eren permission to touch him it was. insane and he has never been the same since and never wants to go back to life before banging eren jaeger

14. Who has an adorable sneeze and who sneezes so aggressively they pull a muscle?

i somehow feel like levi is the one with the soft little ‘chu’ and eren’s the ‘hu-CHNUBHUHUH’ like he just. doesnt even bother to suppress his sneezes even a little and makes levi jump out of his skin every time 

16. Who smells the hell out of the other’s shirts when they’re away but pretends that they don’t?

honestly block me if you don’t think this would be levi

(i’m joking ofc please dont go i love you)

BUT LISTEN LEVI. LEVI PRETENDS HE HATES EREN’S WORN SHIRTS BC YOU KNOW. CLEANLINESS N EVERYTHING BUT IN REALITY HE HECKIGN SLEEPS WITH ONE OF EREN’S WORN SHIRTS WHEN HIS BRIGHT EYED LIL BF IS AWAY HE CANT HELP IT HES SO SMITTEN

Fish out of Water pt3

Humans are weird, and when you get the chance to get to know one and understand them better, you take it. But there are rules about interfering with human affairs, and breaking them might come at a higher price than you were willing to pay.

Part 1, 2

Reader x Yoongi

Mermaid Au

Fluff, humor, maybe some angst? Not much though.


It had been one of those nights that Yoongi couldn’t take a moment to collect his thoughts, just had to keep working until the bar closed. It was packed all night, and by the time it cleared out he was exhausted and his feet hurt. But he wasn’t in a bad mood, unlike some other nights that this happened. He was looking forward to buying ice cream and meeting you under the pier.

“Alright, I’m out.” He said to Jimin when he was done cleaning up.

“Not yet, you’re not.” Jimin said. “There’s some girl here to see you.”

Yoongi frowned at Jimin. He didn’t remember anyone telling him they were going to stop by his work, and couldn’t think of a reason for them to.

“What girl?” He asked, and Jimin shrugged.

“No idea, but she’s been staring at her feet the whole time. I tried to ask her why she was here, but she just said she was here to see you.” Jimin gestured toward the front of the restaurant. “She’s over there.”

Yoongi sighed. “What kind of person wouldn’t even give you a name—“ He stopped talking as he walked closer. You were sitting, staring at your toes—something you definitely did not have last night—wiggling them in wonder.

“Do you know her?” Jimin asked quietly, putting a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I just—I don’t know what she’s doing here. Give us a minute, okay?”

Jimin nodded, and Yoongi made his way over to you. You noticed him approaching, and smiled brightly at him.

“Yoongi! I was so worried that maybe you weren’t here tonight, or that you didn’t want to talk to me, or—don’t faint.”

Yoongi must have looked dizzy—he felt dizzy—and he sat on the bench next to you.

“But you’re…You’re not…You have feet.” Yoongi had just come to terms with you being a mermaid, and now he finds out that you aren’t one? It was all a little disconcerting.

“I know, isn’t it horrible?” Your smile had faded.

“What?” Yoongi really didn’t understand what was happening.

“My father found out about me talking to you.” You sighed.

“The sea king?” Yoongi clarified.

“One of them.” You corrected. “We got in a fight, and he took my tail away.”

“That… Doesn’t make sense.” Yoongi said weakly.

“Do anyone’s parents make sense?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “I think he’ll let me return to the sea soon, but I don’t know what to do until then. I was hoping you could help me?”

Other people might have accused you of lying about being a mermaid in the first place, that perhaps this was all a scam. But Yoongi knew deep down that wasn’t the case. He had seen the complete wonder in your eyes as he talked about living on land, had even touched your tail. There was always something so genuine about you that he didn’t question it.

“Of course. What can I do?”

“I just need somewhere to sleep, I won’t bother you for anything else.” You assured him, and Yoongi frowned down at your feet.

“You can stay with me. I live in a group house, so there’ll be other people around, but it’s safe. I’ll sleep on the couch, I don’t mind. You’ll need shoes. And some actual clothes. This—“ He pulled the sleeve of the bathing suit cover. “Wouldn’t work even if it did fit you.”

You shook your head. “I hate to ask all of this from you, Yoongi. I’ll pay you back, somehow. I promise. Also, what’s a couch?”

“I’ll explain, but first—why don’t we get you some shoes.”


You decided that you didn’t particularly care for the strange things humans wore on their feet called “flip-flops.” Not only were they difficult to walk in, they kept falling off.

“Sorry, I have a moped but I walked today… It would have saved your feet some trouble.”

“Is that a kind of shoe?” You asked, slipping your foot into the flip-flop for what felt like the millionth time that night.

Yoongi laughed slightly. “No, it’s a motorized scooter…” When you stared blankly at Yoongi, he tried a different explanation. “You know what a bike is, right?” You nodded, noticing something shiny on the ground and picking it up to study it.

“Yep, I see those a lot along the beach all the time.”

“It’s kind of similar to that, in a way. But you don’t have to pedal it, and the seat is different.”

“That sounds strange.” You said, flipping over the shiny thing. “What is this?” You asked, holding it out to Yoongi.

“A quarter. You can use it to buy things.”

“What kind of things?” You asked, walking ahead of him. You had no idea where you were going, so Yoongi didn’t know how you were so confident in the direction you were walking in.

“Clothes, shoes, food… Most things.”

You nodded thoughtfully as Yoongi caught up to you, then you reached over and took his hand. You turned it palm-up and placed the quarter in his hand, closing his fingers around it.

“For the flip-flops, and letting me stay with you.” You said, giving him a smile.

Yoongi shook his head, trying to return the coin to you. “You should keep it, you found it.”

“And now I’m giving it to you.” You said, shaking your head. “I have to pay you something, right?”

Yoongi couldn’t help his laugh. “You really don’t. But okay, if that’s what you want. Thank you.” He pocketed the quarter. “This is where I live, by the way.” He pointed to a tall house, painted a dark blue. It looked fairly well taken care of, but old, and there were patches on the roof.

“I like it.” You said happily, following him up the stairs and through the front door.

Yoongi had hoped that everyone would have already gone to bed, but Seokjin and Jungkook were playing a video game, elbowing and shoving each other on the couch occasionally.

“There’s food in the fridge if you’re hungry.” Seokjin said, not looking up.

“I’m surprised you’re back so early, I thought you had a date…” Jungkook stopped when he saw you, which made Seokjin look up as well. “Oh.”

“Don’t make too much noise, Taehyung has work first thing tomorrow morning.” Seokjin said, and Yoongi’s eyes widened.

“No, it’s not like that—she just needs somewhere to stay for tonight. Which means I’m going to need the couch.”

Jungkook tried to brush some chip crumbs (and who knows what else) as Seokjin nodded in understanding.

“Well in that case, welcome.” He stood, walking over to you with his hand outstretched. “My name is Seokjin, that’s Jungkook, and I can introduce you to everyone else in the morning. There’s food in the fridge if you’d like some, and let me know if you need anything.”

You leaned sideways toward Yoongi’s ear. “What’s a fridge?” You half-whispered.

“It’s a box that keeps things cold.” He replied, just as quietly. When Seokjin raised an eyebrow at him, he nodded his head to the side, indicating for the two of them to step away from you and Jungkook. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Yoongi, who is this girl?” Seokjin asked, watching as you walked over to the tv and tapped the screen.

“Someone I owe a lot to. Is it okay if she stays here for a few days?”

Seokjin glanced from you and back to Yoongi. “Did I hear her ask what a fridge was?”

Yoongi sighed. “She’s not… From here.”

“Yoongi? Why are there small people stuck in a box?” You asked, and Seokjin gave Yoongi a look.

“Not from here? Where is she from then?”

“Please, Seokjin. It’ll only be for a few days, I promise.” Yoongi said, avoiding the question. Seokjin was the owner of the house’s nephew, and had complete power to kick out anyone he wished.

“We’re already pretty full, Yoongi. Seven people in one house is a lot, and you want to add another?” At Yoongi’s silence, Seokjin sighed. “She doesn’t have anywhere else to stay?”

Yoongi shook his head. “I’m the only person she knows here. I can’t just leave her on the street.”

Seokjin sighed, looked up at the ceiling, and then back at Yoongi. “Okay. A few days. But then she either has to start paying rent, or move somewhere else.”

“Thanks Seokjin, I owe you.” Yoongi looked over to where you were now sitting with Jungkook happily eating Doritos. He caught you eye and smiled. “Come on, I’ll show you to where you’ll be staying.”


Yoongi found some of his clothes for you to wear, laying them on the bed as you wandered around the room.

“Being up this high doesn’t bother you?” You asked, looking out his window. It was only on the second floor, and heights had never particularly bothered Yoongi.

“I guess I never thought about it.” He said, glancing up as you stepped away from the window. “I’ll step out while you change, okay?” You agreed as he stepped out, pulling the door shut behind him. 

Yoongi waited for what felt like forever in the hall, and was about to knock on the door and ask you if you were okay when he heard you scream. 

“Are you okay? What happened?” Yoongi asked, opening the door and hurrying in. You walked out of the adjoining bathroom to look at him, your eyes wide. You were wearing his jeans and a hoodie, which already looked a bit strange because they didn’t fit. But you were also wet, as though you had been standing in the rain. 

“Is everything alright?” Seokjin asked, peaking into the room, concern on his face.

“You have a waterfall in your house.” You said in wonder, pointing to the shower that was still running. Yoongi hurried past you to turn the water off, and sighed when he saw Seokjin’s face. 

“Everything’s fine.” He said, walking back over to shut the door on the older man. “Good night, Seokjin.”

Yoongi only hoped that he could either think of a reasonable excuse for you in the morning, or that you would be gone soon. He guessed that too many questions probably weren’t the best idea for a once-mermaid-now-human who was trying to appear normal, and he was determined to help you. It was the least he could do after you saved his life. It was just going to be a bit complicated, that was all.


A/N Yay I updated finally! I was thinking about updating Disposable, but then I decided to update this instead. I only semi-proofread this, so I’ll check it again in the morning if I get the chance. Thank you for reading, I really appreciate all the positive feedback I’ve gotten! You all mean so much to me. <3 As always, let me know your thoughts and feelings on this! Reader might have a hard time fitting in, as well as convincing her father to let her return to the sea! <3 <3 <3

Rainy Day Saviour // Lee Dongmin (Cha Eunwoo) High-school!AU

Originally posted by 1aeyong

Pairing: Dongmin x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, High-school!AU

Summary//Request: Upon seeing you getting bullied after school for being short, Dongmin can’t help but step in and defend you - despite both of you not really knowing anything about each other.

|| WARNING: This scenario contains mentions of being bullied and made fun of for being short. ||

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#6 He Asks To Marry You

Ethan: “Oh my gosh Ethan, this hike is killer.” 

You slugged along behind your boyfriend, your shirt drenched in sweat and your breathing labored. He was a few steps ahead of you, seeming to be full of energy. He had ditched his shirt a while back and it annoyed you that he hadn’t broken a sweat barely at all and somehow he saw your struggle as something humorous. “Love, we’ve only been hiking maybe four miles already?” 

Gulping back some water you almost choked when he said that. “Four miles?!” Laughing again he came back over to you and offered his back to you. “We’re almost there and I need a workout. Jump.” 

“Oh so you’re calling me fat?” Shaking his head, he kissed your cheek. 

“No. Just hop on before I retract my statement.” Jumping onto his back you wrapped your arms around his neck and he held tight to you, continuing on the trail. You had to admit you felt bad for making him carry you but damn it felt good to get off your legs. They were starting to feel a bit like jelly.

It wasn’t long before you reached the top and a groan left Ethan’s lips as he placed you back down. “Here we are.” He held up his hands and cheered, a giggle coming from your lips as you offered him some of your water. “Wow, it’s beautiful up here.” You looked out at the view of Los Angeles, feeling really blessed to be able to live in such a beautiful city.

“Isn’t it? Grayson and I discovered this a few weeks ago and I thought I’d take you.” Smiling you gave him a few pecks on his lips before turning back to admire the skyline. The rustling behind you didn’t bother you until it got eerily silent. No one else was on the trail today except for you and Ethan. “Babe?” Turning around you immediately gasped, seeing Ethan down on one knee in front of you, holding out a velvet box. 

“Y/N, we’ve only been dating for a short year but somehow you’ve managed to make me fall so damn hard for you. I’ve never met someone that loved me, appreciated me and supported me like you have. You’re my soul mate, my everything and it would make me the happiest nugget on the planet if you said yes to being my wife. So, will you marry me?”

The hint of his little nickname you had for him he slipped in had you smiling like an idiot. Without anymore hesitation you nodded your head wildly, “Yes Ethan. Of course I’ll marry you.” He smiled wide and opened the box, sliding the gorgeous ring onto your finger and then standing to kiss you deeply. “God I’m so in love with you.” He mumbled between kisses, picking you up and spinning you around. You were truly the luckiest girl in the world.

Grayson: You walked alongside Cameron and Lisa on the beach, apparently going to find your boyfriend Grayson who had skipped off a few hours ago. “Does anyone know what he’s up to? He told me to dress nice like a date?”

You looked down at your floral dress flowing in the wind, the slit up one side a nice touch. “Absolutely not. He just told us to stall you until he was finished.” Cameron chuckled. You had so many questions running through your mind but you decided to just let the surprise be a surprise.

Coming up further onto the beach you saw what looked like Grayson standing in front of something? You couldn’t quite see it from so far away. He was dressed in a pair of khaki pants rolled up to his ankles and a white v-neck. God he was so handsome.

“Go get em tiger.” Lisa nudged, pulling out her phone and taking pictures. Giggling you started to run up to him, opening your arms wide. Grayson bent low and picked you up, kissing you and then chuckling. “Sorry for skipping out earlier. I wanted to do this for you.”

Stepping out of the way he revealed the most thoughtful thing you thought you had ever seen. He had dug out piles of sand to make a makeshift table and had two beach chairs set up behind it covered by a tent with lights strung inside. On top of the sand table there were candles lit and a small picnic basket off to the side. Tears pricked at your eyes and you shook your head up at him. “How did you even do all of this?” He shrugged and kissed your cheek, “Oh I have my ways love.”

Your jaw dropped when he reached into his pocket and smiled wide, slipping down onto one knee and opening the small box. “Y/N. I am holy convinced you are the woman of my dreams. Everything about you screams perfection, it’s almost like you were put on this Earth to be loved by me. I’ve loved you since day one and even two years later you still make my heart do flips when you walk into a room. Marry me?”

It was almost embarrassing how much you were crying right now. Wiping at your tears you nodded and grabbed his face, kissing him. “Yes, yes, yes. A million times yes.” Smiling into the kiss, Grayson stood and slipped the ring onto your finger. Taking a second to admire it you squealed, hugging him again. 

“It’s perfect. I love you.” He picked you up and spun you around, mumbling ‘I love you too’ into your neck. “Now that I’ve calmed my nerves and you’ve said yes. I packed us a pretty superb dinner and I say, let’s eat.” “Yes, let’s.”

Flour, Sugar, Chocolate Liquor

Title: Flour, Sugar, Chocolate Liquor 

Pairing: Akatani Mikumo/prototype!Bakugou Katsuki

Rating: Teen

Word Count: ~5,700

Summary: Pocky Day is today, and Katsuki is going to milk (chocolate) that for all it’s worth.

Author’s notes: This was written for @deads-on‘s Pocky Day open collab! I can’t draw for beans, so I opted to write a fic instead. I had an absolute blast working on this one! Getting to play around with inspiration borrowed from @ask-protoheroes was so much fun. And many thanks, as always, to my best friend @auspiciouswhiskers, for beta work and endless support.


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Tell Me I’m Pretty / Two

Originally posted by riverrdxle

Prompt: Artist!Reader x Jughead.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, bullying, possible mentions of suicide later on. There could be violence and mentions of death, so please, be careful when proceeding to the other parts!

A/N: I’m working on a taglist!!

Song Of The Chapter:  Youth by Daughter (It has nothing to do with the chapter I’m just giving you a good song to listen to.)


You rubbed sleep out of your eyes, dreading the Monday ahead as you realized you’d have to sit those three seats away from Jughead Jones, and possibly face stares coming from easily amused teens who had heard about the little incident on Friday night.

It took the idea of flunking your Pre Calc class and raising suspicion between Jughead and his friends to get you out of bed. You, with a throbbing headache, slipped from underneath your covers and trudged to the bathroom. You chose a pair of ripped black jeans, a white tank top, and a red flannel to bring to the bathroom with you to change into after you shower.

Before the mirror became fogged as the water heated up, you stared at your reflection, sighing. There wasn’t enough tears to be cried in order to fill the lack of self love and confidence that pained you. Your eyes were still puffy, but that didn’t matter. Were you a stalker, or were you just an observant nobody? It wasn’t like you followed people around, that took way too much energy.

All you had to do was get dressed, and you would be in the car, driving over to Riverdale High just a few minutes before the bell rang.

Once you stepped into the halls, it was just the same as any other day. You would slip by unnoticed, head down, books clutched to your chest. That was, until you were accompanied by the beanie-clad boy who embarrassed you in the middle of Pop’s, snatching your pride and joy just to scoff and talk to you in ridicule.

“I’d like to apologize.” You heard him say, moving from beside you to blocking your path in front. His voice reeked of humbleness and you wanted to deny any words of sorry coming from those lips. His expression faltered when you didn’t respond, a sigh escaping his lips. Your stare was cold, distant, it took everything in you to not run away into the bathroom and hide for the rest of the day.

“I shouldn’t have taken your sketchbook, I get carried away with this hunch in which I believe anyone and everyone is a suspect of Jason Blossom’s murder.” He continued, and somehow you mustered up the courage to open your mouth and form the first coherent sentence you’d spoken in two days.

“So carried away that you accuse me of being a stalker?” You question, raising an eyebrow, “Look, things should go back to where you left me alone, I leave you alone. If it means anything, I’ll trash the art too if it bothers you as much as it seems.”

Jughead was taken back by your words, only responding by shaking his head. He truly felt bad, and it was difficult for him to display these emotions outwardly. “You don’t have to do that.” He muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Your art is lovely and I had no right to intrude-”

“Who did you tell? What, did you write about me in your stupid novel? Did you think this was some vital information for your next article in the school newspaper?” You were getting angrier, eyes now on the two of you. You didn’t even notice as it began to feel like just you and Jug in the hallway.

“I didn’t tell anyone.” He whispered, his voice weak, “Not Betty, not Archie, not Veronica, nobody. What happened was wrong, I shouldn’t judge you nor make you feel as if you’re a weirdo. I have zero room to talk.”

“Just stay away, Jughead, you embarrassed me enough on Friday, and deciding to confront me around all these people wasn’t the smartest decision either.” And with that, you walked off, feeling smaller than ever. The rest of the school day, you avoided eye contact, ignored everyone around you except for your teachers. You even paid no attention to the sketchbook in your backpack, even when your hand was just itching to have the pencil meet the page again. You had drained yourself, taking your feelings and forming them into words was just too difficult. The smallest task felt like constructing a pyramid, and anything that seemed to disturb you in the slightest could break down that brick wall and have it crumbling before your eyes.


Jughead, on the other hand, wanted to talk to you even more. He hadn’t heard you speak at all other than on Friday, and today when you had your tame outburst. He found your voice lovely, even when angry or weak with tears. That, accompanied with your talent for art and your beautiful face.

His heart dropped to his stomach at the resentment you had towards him. Of course, he realized it was his fault, you reap what you sow. It was indeed best to keep his distance, but he knew himself better than anyone else, and he just couldn’t help forcing himself into your life.

You refused to make eye contact with Jughead. When he’d turn the corner in the hall, you went the other way, when you felt his eyes on you in class, you kept your gaze forward. It was almost rude of you, to not accept his apology and refuse to even give him the chance to salvage an acquaintanceship. In your eyes, he deserved the ignorance, but in his, he saw it as an invitation.

It was an odd dynamic. A girl who wanted nothing to do with these people whom humiliated her, but illustrated herself as an active participant in their little circle. Then, a boy who left the wrong first impression, but would do anything to grab your attention once more and use his investigative spirit to respectively dive into what made you so intriguing to him.

As if by fate, you two were partnered for an English final. The assignment was in collaboration with the theatre class during that same period. Every class in your grade was required to do the project, and it wasn’t like you could just go to your guidance counselor to request a new course. Although, you were despereate to avoid Jughead at all costs, and switching classes was awfully tempting.

The assignment was simple, write a one act play for a group of theatre students to memorize and perform. The AP English class was small, so the large number of young thespians were divided and evened out. Your grade was simply based on the elements of theatre implemented in the script, the other students had to act it out as you watched and hoped they did your hard work justice. You loved the idea of the assignment, but you hated the idea of spending so much time with Jughead Jones.

…It was as if your blood boiled at the sight of the beanie-clad boy, who scooted three seats closer and plopped a notebook on your desk.

“Between you and I,” Jug whispered, “I kind of asked Ms. Goode to pair us together.”

New Rules

Word count: 3,452

Warning: smut

Request: Based on ‘New Rules by Dua Lipa’

Another night at the club. Kai has been visiting the same club over and over again, sometimes alone, sometimes with Damon and the rest of the crew, but every night was the same. Coming to the club, drinking until he couldn’t think and then going back home, torturing himself with his own thoughts until he finally managed to fall asleep. Of all the girls that Damon offered Kai to meet them, he rejected almost every single one of them. The ones he agreed to meet, he left alone eventually. He didn’t care about anyone else  because you were the only person he cared about and he let you go, which makes it the biggest mistake in his entire life. He thought he wasn’t worth it and as much as you tried to convince him that he was, he didn’t listen. 

He twirled his fingers around the glass filled with bourbon placed in front of him and his gaze focused on the brown transparent liquid, the light above his head shining down onto his drink.

‘Dude, come and join us! Unless you’re too wasted to do anything right now.’ Damon yelled, trying to overcome the loud music blasting in the club. Kai shook his head and pointed at his glass, smiling for a split second before his face expression went serious again. He was left alone again and for some reason, he looked up and there he saw you, standing with your friends, wearing the dress that he liked the most on you, the one that made you look like his queen and kissed every part of your body perfectly. His face lit up instantly, a big smile illuminating on his face. After two years, his heart still skipped a beat just as the first time he met you. Seeing you had only reminded him what a fool he has been for breaking up with you. To him, you were the most beautiful girl in the world and when you and him were together, he made sure that you knew that. He couldn’t take his eyes off you and has been gathering the courage to approach you, tell you how sorry he was, but when he stood up off the stool, ready to approach you, a guy appeared right beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist and not even a second later, his lips locked with yours. Smile disappeared from Kai’s face, his heart aching from the sight of another man being able to do what he wanted. He ran his fingers furiously through his hair and threw the money on a black bar before he stormed out of the club and back home.

He was sitting in the dark room, curtains closed. The only light in the room was a small lamp, its lightbulb flickering. A glass was resting casually in his hand while his other hand rested under his chin, his thumb brushing his bottom lip. A scene of a different guy having you in his arms felt like torture to him and he couldn’t stop thinking about that or how beautiful you looked everytime you laughed, your dimples becoming more visible or the way you flipped or tucked your hair behind your ear. He drank everything he had in his glass and tapped his fingers on the mahagony table, thinking if it’s the right thing to do, but it didn’t take him too reach out his hand, pick up his laptop as he opened an email and started writing.

3 am

Black heels laying on the bedroom floor, scattered, while the dress was placed neatly on the chair next to your closet. Dimmed light in the bathroom was enough for you, not causing you any headaches, a couple of drinks you had at the club haven’t helped at all either. You wiped your mouth with a towel when you heard a beeping sound on your computer. You peeked from the bathroom, rushing to your laptop as you opened it, new email waiting for you right there. Your eyes went wide as you gasped when you saw who was it from. Malachai Parker. Hesitation took over your body, but somehow, you couldn’t stop yourself from opening it. You swallowed hard and started reading it.

‘Why do you have to be so fucking perfect? I- I saw you tonight. With that guy. I can’t tell you how fucking mad I am. That was supposed to be me, there next to you. I love you and I will always love you. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but I love you. It was nice seeing how you became such an independent woman and how after two years, I still have feelings for you. I can’t stop myself from thinking about you and I’ll do anything to get you back.
          - Kai’

Fuck. That was the first thing that popped into your head. You had been thinking about Kai a lot as well. He was your first true love and he was your first in everything. Years you have spent with him were completely magical and it showed you what being in love meant and how can you love someone so much it makes your heart ache. He was your whole world, but for some reason he decided to end it all. You wiped away a single tear that rolled down your cheek, pulling yourself together.

One, don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only calling 'cause he’s drunk and alone

You jumped at the sound of your phone ringing. The number was familiar and it only made your body shake, but at the same time, you wanted to answer it. You swallowed hard when you figured out who it was and just when you wanted to pick up, your phone stopped ringing but after a few moments, you heard a knock on your front doors. You slowly walked towards the front doors and opened them, only to be faced with your ex lover, looking wasted and with a bottle in his hand.

'Kai? What are you doing here?’ You whispered and hid your body behind the doors, your head the only thing visible to Kai.

'Well, you weren’t answering my calls or my email so I decided to visit you. Can I come in?’ He asked, leaning on the door frame, his breath reeking of alcohol.

Two, don’t let him in
You’ll have to kick him out again

'I don’t think that’s a good idea. I-’

'Please. I- I really need to talk to you. Please, I won’t do anything stupid.’

You hesitated at first, but you had to let him in. It’s not like anything would have happened besides a decent conversation. He plopped himself on the couch, his gaze following your every movement. You sat down next to him and cleared your throat, unsure as to how to start a conversation with him after so long.

'You can’t even look at me, can you?’ His voice cracked as you could hear pain in his voice. He brought the bottle close to his lips, ready to empty it right there. You stopped him and took the bottle from his hands, placing it on the coffee table in front of you. You lifted your head up and locked your eyes with his, earning a small smile from him.

'Of course I can. Why wouldn’t I? No matter how our relationship ended, you are still the only man I have ever loved in my life, but-’

'But not anymore. Got it. Look-’ he cupped your face and came closer, your nose almost touching. You furrowed your brows at his actions, but refused to push him away. Having him so close to your body after a long time felt so calming and so familiar, his hands as warm as you remembered. 'I will never forgive myself for hurting you. I- I was a jerk who couldn’t see farther from his own nose and I hate myself because of it, but you- I need you. You’re mine and I can’t- I can’t just let you go.’ He pressed his forehead on yours and after a few moments, he kissed you deeply, your lips in sync with his just as before. It felt so good to kiss him, his tongue massaging yours so beautifully. It made your heart skip a beat and shivers run down your spine. You were returning the kiss, but not for long as it hit you.

Three, don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him, you ain’t getting over him

'Kai.’ You pushed him away, his eyes staring deeply into yours. 'I have a boyfriend. I- I can’t do this, I shouldn’t be doing this!’ You stated and got up as you ran your fingers through your hair, paving around the living room. 'You need to go.’

'Why?’ He asked so innocently, looking like a small child.

'Because- isn’t it obvious? I can’t control myself when I’m around you.’

I keep pushin’ forwards, but he keeps pullin’ me backwards
Now I’m standing back from it, I finally see the pattern
But my love, he doesn’t love me, so I tell myself, I tell myself

'That’s what I wanted to hear.’ He muttered and swiftly got up, alcohol that was running through his body making him trip over his own feet but it didn’t stop him from reaching your body, pushing you against the front door as he placed his knee between your legs, his warm breath washing over your face. You moaned out when you felt his hips pushing forward, locking your body firmly with his, unable to move. Your knees felt like jello and you were dying to kiss him, to feel him again, to memorize every part of his body one more time. He cupped your face with his both hands and smashed his lips with yours, kissing you like his life depended on it. From the moment he kissed you, you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist him but small amount of particles in your body kept pushing you away from him. You pulled away and locked your eyes with his blue ones, showing him a sympathetic look. He sighed deeply and looked down at his feet as he stepped back and shoved his hands into his pockets.

'I understand. Don’t worry, I- I won’t bother you anymore.’ He reached behind you, ready to grab the door knob and let himself out when you grabbed his arm, not wanting him to leave.

'Kai. Please stay with me tonight.’ You whispered, your voice barely audible as if you were scared that he would reject you.

'You don’t have to ask twice.’ A smile flashed on his face, somehow the tension in his shoulders leaving. You intertwined your fingers with his and led him straight to your bedroom and not too far away, you both stepped into the dark room, only moonlight shining through the window and illuminating the dark room. You looked at him and smiled before you laid down under the covers, Kai following you, but before he did, he took his shirt off and his jeans. You swallowed at the sight of seeing him shirtless again, his toned torso completely exposed to your eyes. He climbed onto your bed and covered himself up, his strong arms wrapping around your body and after a long time, you finally felt as if you were home.

'Thanks for staying with me.’ You whispered.

'I’ll always be here if you need me.’ He muttered and kissed your forehead gently as you both drifted off to sleep just like you used to.

One, don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only calling 'cause he’s drunk and alone
Two, don’t let him in
You’ll have to kick him out again
Three, don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him, you ain’t getting over him

6:24 am

Your eyes fluttered open, sun shining through the window as you looked around the room and finally your eyes landed on the one person you have been longing for. You turned around to your side and propped yourself up to get a better look. Kai was facing you, his eyes still closed. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep. He looked so vulnerable and beautiful at the same. You couldn’t stop staring at him and the way a single ray of sunshine shone down on his face. You ran your fingers through his hair softly, remembering how soft his hair felt under your fingertips. You smiled and at that time, your eyes fell down to his lips, admiring how full and pink they looked and you couldn’t stop yourself as you pressed your lips on his. You suddenly felt him returning the kiss as his hands cupped your face and started kissing you deeply and passionately. He pulled away and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, admiring you.

'You’re just as beautiful as I remember.’ He traced his thumb over your bottom lip, making you close your eyes. His hands found their way to your thighs, lifting you up and placing your right on his crotch, your knees on each side of his body. He caressed your thighs with his hands and stopping on your ass, pushing your hips down even more, earning a quiet moan from you when you felt his lenght underneath you even more. 'I would do anything to make you mine just one more time.’ He trailed off, desperation in his voice. Your started grinding your hips in slow figure eights, Kai’s hands squeezing your waist tightly and pressing you down, following your movements. You didn’t say anything or nod, you only leaned in and kissed his lips passionately, your hips grinding at the same pace, a moan leaving Kai’s body. He reached behind you and tugged at your shirt as he pushed his hands under it, his hands caressing your back before he lifted it up and took your shirt off, throwing it down on the floor.

'I love it when you’re not wearing anything under your shirt.’ He brought his lips closer to your chest and planted dozens of kisses around your breasts before he pinched your nipples, feeling them getting harder under his touch. You threw your head back, your hips grinding on Kai’s crotch faster. 'I can’t wait to be inside you.’ He grabbed your panties and ripped them in two pieces as he traced his fingers through your folds. You moaned out quietly and jolted your hips forward, pushing them against Kai’s hand. You grabbed his hand and roughly pressed his fingers on your clit, circling them around in figure eights. He pushed your hands away, holding them behind your back with his one hand while he kept making circle motions on your clit, picking up his pace gradually. You threw your head back and moaned out loudly, Kai’s lips pressing on your nipple as he started twisting it with his tongue, grazing his teeth against it.

Malachai.’ You moaned out his name as you felt his mouth pulling away from your body and his fingers stopped moving. You swiftly opened your eyes and looked at him, his eyes wide and his breathing turned shallow and fast.

'What?’ You asked befuddledly.

'You know what that does to me.’ He whispered and picked you up with ease and threw you down on the bed. You did know it, but when his full name slipped out, you haven’t thought about it much. Kai always loved when you said his full name during sex. It was a big turn on for him for some reason. He grinded his clothed crotch on your exposed heat, his hard lenght brushing against your clit perfectly.

'Kai, please.’ You begged him, feeling weak and too frustrated. You needed him more than anything, craving for him as your mind went blank, the only thing inside your mind and in front of you was him. He pushed his boxers down his legs, kicking them off on the floor. He pushed your legs further apart, his gaze falling down to your clit. You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking directly at his manhood. You bit your lip at the sight of his hard lenght, just as you remembered. He grabbed his thick shaft with his hand and pumped a couple of times, his pre-cum visible on his tip. He came closer and lifted your hips up, your back now off the bed. He placed his tip between your folds and started circling it around before pressing it on your clit.

'So wet. And all mine.’ He pushed in quickly, filling you up to the hilt. You almost screamed out, his thick shaft streching you out so perfectly. You arched your back and grabbed onto his shoulders, diging your nails into his skin.

'I’ve missed you so much!’ Kai moaned out and placed his head in the crook of your neck, placing a gentle kiss on your collar bone. He slowly withdrew himself and then went back in at the same pace when he first entered you. You could feel his every inch slowly leaving your body and then filling you up again, your walls wrapped tightly around him. His every thrust felt so good but at the same time it felt like torture. His thrusts were rough ad fast, hitting your spot every time as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm and Kai knew it when you started clenching around him more frequently as seconds passed.

'Oh fuck!’ You screamed out and felt your body shaking, your orgasm tearing through your body as you grabbed onto the bed sheets tightly, your knuckles turning white. You got down from your high but Kai had no intentions of stopping. He grabbed onto the headboard behind you with both of his hands, thrusting so fast into you that your breath hitched everytime he hit your spot. Suddenly, he pulled out and flipped you over, pressing you harshly down on his hips. You wanted to move but he kept your hips in place with his hands as he started thrusting from underneath you, his length going as deep as possible, your arousal dripping down his shaft and on the bed, his thick shaft sliding easily in and out of you. You bit your lip so hard that it almost started bleeding, trying to suppress your screams but with Kai’s sudden rough thrust, a loud scream escaped your mouth.

'That’s right. Don’t hold back your screams. I love it when you scream my name.’ He groaned out, his hips meeting yours perfectly, an orgasm slowly but so sweetly approaching. You placed your hands on his chest for support and reached down to your clit, rubbing rough circles on your clit as the familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach took over your body one more time. Your limbs went numb and you felt tired, but you knew Kai was far from being done with you. He flipped you over again and climbed on top of you, entering you again swiftly.

'I forgot how good you feel wrapped so nicely around me.’ He whispered in your ear and hooked your leg onto his hip and grabbed the headboard again. 'Fuck.’ Your walls unintentionally clenched around him, triggering his release as he came inside you in a few hot spurts, his grip on the heaboard had gotten so strong that the wood snapped under his grip. He rode out his orgasm and quickly pulled out, his hands lifting you up and placing you on his face, his tongue flickering on your clit, getting your closer and closer to your third orgasm. A small tear rolled down your cheek when you felt yourself coming, your body uncontrollably shaking. You collapsed on the bed, unable to move. Panting was the only sound echoing through the room at that moment, sweat beads visible on your foreheads. Kai looked at you and saw another tear rolling down your cheek.

'Hey.’ He placed a finger on your chin, turning your head to face him. 'Did I hurt you?’ You shook your head and wiped away your tears with the back of your hand.

'You regret this?’ He asked but you shook your head again. You pulled yourself up and locked your lips with his shortly before you wrapped your arms around his body, your head resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

'Just stay with me. Don’t go.’ You whispered and closed your eyes, Kai’s fingers gently drawing invisible patterns on your bare back.

I’m here.