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Whoever sent me the money with the initials J.W.A., thank you so so so much. You’re endlessly kind. If you want, please contact me so I can thank you properly.


i’m laughing so hard this supercorp vid was made to celebrate mon-el’s yeeting and the rise of supercorp complete w the evidence itself 🍾🥂clink clink the party never stops when mon-el is over 😏

boyfriend!jackson au

Request: hi! can you please do a boyfriend!jackson au? thank you so much! (:

Thank you for requesting an au, I had fun writing this one bc Jackson is so !!cute!! and I love writing like this omg it’s so fun and I don’t have to be as serious with it.

I have maybe two more requests after this one, but I don’t know when I’ll get around to writing them because I still have a project or two, a book report, and a singing thing for extra credit in english AH

again thank u to whoever sent me this au suggestion its cU te bc jackSIN

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  • he first saw you at hollys coffee
  • you were sitting alone at one of the window tables and he thought you looked lonely and sad
  • so he came to you like
  • HEY swETIE u look kinda lonely (he does an internal haha) mind if i sit with u???
  • you were like?? okay sure buddy whatever
  • immediately, and i mean immediately did you two become friends
  • BEST FRIENDS AT THAT (jackson is just such a sweet man how can you not love him)
  • you two were so noisy in the coffee shop when you first met that you two got kicked out
  • its not your fault jackson made you laugh so hard?? so hard that u nearly hit your face on the tabL E
  • okay fast forward one year
  • jackson is completely wrapped around your finger (he has been ever since he first met you but he doesnt need u to know that)
  • he won’t ever leave your side because he feels lonely when he’s not stuck to your side
  • he teases you about your height OFTEN how rude
  • he ruffles your hair and makes smooching sounds so that you don’t get huffy with him though
  • and when you do get huffy and upset with him, he holds you as tight as he can and tells you that your height is perfectly fine, you are perfect the way you are and he tells you with so so much sincerity
  • this is still when you’re friends mind you
  • you both hang out a lot outside because you like the fresh air and jackson likes to give you warm clothes even if you’re already wearing three layers
  • you accept his jacket anyways because they always felt more comfier than your own
  • and when you two did chill inside
  • you usually had your legs thrown across his lap
  • scrolling through your social media feed as jackson watched something on the tv
  • sometimes he would drum his fingers against your knee
  • or randomly hug you and snuggle you because he loves u and ur his lil bun you deserve all the cuddles in the world
  • he realizes he has feelings for you when you two are hanging out at your home
  • you had no make up on and you were wearing shorts and a slightly bigger than your size tshirt
  • you were snug against his side as you two watched a romcom, his arm casually slung behind you on the couch
  • there was one part in the movie that seemed to be really funny to you and he witnessed the way you laughed so hard that it was completely silent
  • your eyes were crinkled up and your hand was barely covering your mouth (which was wide open)
  • when the scene got even funnier that same hand that was covering your mouth slapped his chest and he looked at you with wide eyes and thought ?? what the fuck they’re so cute i love them
  • fast forward to like .. three days later
  • jackson confesses to you, holds your hands tightly even though hes sweating like CRaz y and keeps his gaze on yours as his mouth forms each and every word with such eloquence that your breath catches in your throat
  • of course you accept his confession because wtf you like him too
  • so now you two are dating
  • and jackson has gone from aw ill squeeze u and pinch your cheek affectionate to iM GOING TO SMOTHER YOU WITH MY HUGS affectionate
  • he is almost always seen stuck to your side by your friends and his friends
  • if jackson was a glue he’d either be gorilla glue or loctite super glue.
  • he just won’t leave u alone when you two are together
  • it can be a bit too much sometimes if youre feeling cranky, but really, jackson is super sweet and his hugs are the best
  • he gives u so many kisses !! 2 many to count but u love it so who cares!!
  • when he kisses you he frames your face in his hands or he tilts your chin in his direction so he can lightly kiss your lips
  • jackson absolutely loves giving you kisses on the top of your head and he loves holding your hand or your wrist
  • theres always some part of him touching you
  • once you two got together you both stayed in more, but still went outside, just not as much as you two used to
  • the only reason why you didn’t go out that much anymore is because you two would be too busy staring or giggling at the other
  • and a lot of people sometimes gave you annoyed looks because you too were really affectionate in public
  • like one day it was very cold, it was even cold inside the coffee shop you two met in and you both were waiting in a very long line
  • you didn’t wear enough thick layers and jackson scolded you bc “you naughty girl, you’re going to catch a cold if you don’t start wearing warmer clothes ): “
  • and with his hands shoved in his pockets, he opens his trench coat to invite you into his very very warm embrace
  • u know
  • COUGHS this one (creds 2 the owner thank u for this picture)
  • he hooks his chin on the top of your head with a grin and you can’t help but blush once he wraps his arms around your waist with his coat closing in around the both of you
  • v cute
  • he lOVES IT when u rest your head in his lap becaus e youre so pretty and he loves you and he wants to run his fingers through your hair all the time just to see you flutter your eyes closed and fall asleep with his fingers tangled in the strands
  • jackson is so fond of you and he thinks you are a wonderful person, inside and out, he never lets you forget that because he wants to be sure that you absolutely know and understand that you are his sweetheart and he thinks you’re suPER #1 on the planet
  • he tugs at your hand a lot when he wants you to see something he found cool
  • you also pull at the hem of his shirt when you want his attention and he FINDS IT SO ADORABLE YOU’RE SO CUTE
  • he lives for your compliments
  • ur laugh gives him life
  • your kisses healed a boo boo he got on his finger once (he swears it was because of the kisses not the ointment)
  • he gets shy when u touch his chest or bury your face in the crook of his neck aw bean
  • he screams each time he sees you
  • “JAGIYA”
  • all in all jackson is a super sweet man who will treat u right and give u the love you deserve
It’s (FreshPaper)

Ok… so this is like the first part to who knows how many parts there will be… it was suppose to be fluff but I don’t know how it is now… -_-

And it kinda ends within the middle cause I didn’t really know how to continue from that last line… (and I kinda wanted it to end like that *shrugs*)

ANYWAY! My attempt for Floof Day!

Prologue -> HERE

Characters: Paper Jam (created by me) and Fresh (Created by CQ)

Setting: A post-pacifist run universe

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Title: Our First Night

anonymous requested: Could you do a request for a girl who is around 19-20, dark blue eyes, pale skin, and dark brunette hair who is like innocent looking but actually has a really dirty and witty sense of humor. And Negan kind of falls in love with her? Could her name be Lara? And could it involve smut? Like dirty sex haha with anal and him talking really dirty before the sex and then during? 💓 💜

Character(s): Negan and Lara (original female character)
Summary: Lara has a big crush on the leader of the Sanctuary, Negan. Tonight, though, she finds out just exactly how mutual the feelings are.
Word Count: 2,904
Warning: SMUT! Honestly, dirty af smut! Significant age difference and anal! So, beware if you are not into that sort of thing! 
Author’s Note: Thank you to the anon who sent me this! And also, thank you so very much for including some features so I can picture the girl and include it in the story! Whoever sent this request in, I hope it meets your standards and that I executed your idea well! Thank you again for sending it in! Enjoy! :-)

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anonymous asked:

What I feel is really interesting about the twin sets' dynamics is that Ford-Dipper and Stan-Mabel share more interests, but Ford-Mabel and Stan-Dipper share more flaws. Stan and Dipper have low self-worth and insecurity, Ford and Mabel have a tendency for self-absorption and forgetting their hard-learned lessons. It makes me wonder if Stan and Ford truly bonded to their 'favorite' twin because they shared interests, or because they filled the dynamic they were missing from their twin.

I think there’s a lot of truth behind this.

Stan and Mabel share more interests. As a child, Stan didn’t really have anyone who shared most of his interests with him because, as he tells us himself, his brother was his only friend, so Mabel fills the void that Stanford never filled there.

However there are aspects of Stan and Mabel’s personalities that do not exactly align, like Mabel’s self-confidence and consequential self-absorption at times. Mabel likes to be the center of attention, the star of the show, and that is much more along the lines of Stanford’s character than Stanley’s.

And I think you’re right in saying it’s the similarities between Mabel and Stanford, along with Stanley and Mabel’s shared interests, that pulls Grunkle Stan closer to Mabel than Dipper. I think Grunkle Stan sees Mabel as the twin friend he never had because they share interests, and she’s enough like Stanford for Stanley view her similarly to the way he viewed young Stanford. This gif set shows this well.

Stanley treats Mabel like Stanford

which is very similar to the way Dipper treats Mabel.

Meaning Stanley and Dipper treat their twin siblings the same. They consider their siblings’ happiness and well-being as more important than their own, and they are very protective of them.

Now, Stan and Dipper don’t share many interests, making it hard for them to find some common ground (although they do share a great sense of snark and dry humor). Interests-wise, Dipper reminds Stan too much of Stanford, and I think that creates instant tension between them.

In addition to that though, enough of Stan and Dipper’s personality aspects align to make it hard for them to sometimes even stand one another haha Stan and Dipper are incredibly stubborn and determined individuals. When they butt heads about something, neither one of them is backing down and that quickly builds into a world of frustration for both of them.

They’re also really insecure, and this is actually something they’re able to sympathize about together that is difficult for them to sympathize about with their more genuinely confident twins, Stanford and Mabel.

Stanford and Mabel don’t share any interests (from what we know at least; Ford hasn’t tried to bond with her at all because she probably reminds him too much of Stanley), but they both seem to like weird stuff that most people would be creeped out over, and they share self-confidence. 

Mabel’s solution for Dipper when Dipper has a problem is to listen to her because she “does everything right all the time!” Mabel likes to ignore what Dipper wants in favor of what she thinks is the best course of action for him. She does what she thinks is for his own good

a lot like Stanford does tbh.

Mabel does the same thing to Grunkle Stan too, and I think that just further proves how Stanley probably sees that part of Stanford in Mabel.

Stanford and Mabel do not understand that their assumptions are incorrect and that their solutions are not desired.

And this could very well be why Stanford’s manipulative dynamic works with Dipper and not Mabel. Aside from the obvious lack of hero-worship, Mabel likes to think her way is always the best, and she would quickly butt heads with Ford about that. She wouldn’t be dependent on him because Mabel is independent. In simple terms, she wouldn’t put up with Stanford’s shit, and likewise he wouldn’t put up with hers because he also likes to think his way is always the best.

Dipper has more of Stanley’s uncertainty and dependence. Despite how much Ford likes to believe he and Dipper are exactly alike, its possible he recognizes that part of Stanley in Dipper, and therefore the sheer loyalty he’ll have from this kid if he earns his trust and affection, a loyalty that closely mirrors Stanley’s own.

“Will you follow me?”

To the ends of the Earth.

So in this sense, Dipper is the twin friend Ford never had because he and Dipper share interests, and Dipper is enough like Stanley in personality to all around fill the void Stanley could never fill in Stanford when they were kids.

And ya know, if this is true for the Stan twins to the Pines twins, then the reverse could also be the case. Not that the Pines twins have any voids to fill, but Dipper might feel a level of comfort with Ford because Ford reminds Dipper of Mabel in some ways. And Mabel might feel more comfortable with Stan because Stan reminds her of Dipper in some ways.

George Weasley x Reader: “I’m All Ears”

Originally posted by georgeweasleygirl

Originally posted by relationshipaims



anonymous asked:

Could you write something fluffy about George after he loses his ear and the reader comes downstairs that night to visit him and they kind of like confess their love for each other and snuggle or something


You were currently staying at the the burrow with your best friends, the Weasleys. They were more like your family, since you didn’t really have one to call your own. They took you in after your first year at Hogwarts, the year you had become friends with the twins, Fred and George. Although, you had always felt something more towards George. 

Earlier this evening, you had rode on brooms to the Burrow, having to fight off Death Eaters on you way there. You had gone with George, and you felt sorry that you were unable to block the curse that cut his ear off. The whole thing had made you quite nervous, and even a little scared. Mad Eye and Hedwig had both died on your way there, both of whom you were pretty close to. 

You had just woken up from a horrible nightmare about it, so you grabbed your wand, because you didn’t feel very safe without it, and went downstairs to get a drink of water. However, you heard something, or rather, someone muttering to them self when you came down. 

“Lumos,” you whispered, and a small light came from the tip of your wand, but you realized you didn’t need it because of the moonlight shining through the windows, so you quietly whispered “nox”. Then you saw the tall, red-headed figure with a bandage wrapped around his head, and realized it was George. 

“Georgie? What are you doing down here?” He was looking in a small mirror with a distressed look on his face. He didn’t turn around when he noticed you were there, which was very odd of him. 

“I could ask you the same question, (y/n).” He said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I couldn’t fall asleep.”

“Me neither. I keep having nightmares about…you know…” you were almost too scared to put the horrible things you were dreaming about into words, but you knew he would understand.

“I know, it’s alright.” He was still looking at the mirror, not turned around, but now, his hand was on the spot where his ear used to be. You walked closer to him, gently putting your hand on his shoulder, and quietly asked, “Hey, what’s wrong? Did I wrap the bandage too tight?” Earlier, you insisted on being the one to clean him up, since you felt that it was your fault that it happened in the first place. 

He quickly turned around and looked you in the eyes. “(y/n)? Do I look ugly without my ear? Do you still like me?”

You replied, “George Weasley. You look adorable with or without both ears. And I love you with all my heart no matter how you look.”

You immediately blushed so much that your cheeks turned into a crimson red color and your face felt as hot as the sun. You thought, Did I really just confess my love to George?!

However, George smirked and pulled you closer to him as he gently placed his hands on your hips, and you stared deep into his gorgeous brown eyes. “You love me?”

Wait a minute, does he actually like me back? No way…he couldn’t possibly…

“(y/n), can I tell you something?”

“I’m all ears.” You replied. “Get it? All ears?”

You both laughed. “Haha, very funny (y/n),” he said with a smile on his face. “I love it when you laugh at my jokes and pranks, and you don’t think it’s immature when I do them, and you even like to do them with me!” 

At this point, you were still blushing, just slightly, and were looking down at your feet. He lifts up your chin, looks into your eyes, and whispers, “but most importantly, I want you to know that I love you.” He cupped your face in his soft, delicate hands, slowly leaned in, and kissed you. 

Not knowing what to do, and being pretty surprised, you finally realize that George Weasley, the funny, adorable prankster that you’ve had a crush on since your third year, likes you back! 

You close your eyes and place your hands in his fiery red hair, which you also found super hot about him, and started to kiss him back. The kiss was passionate, but also gentle, and there was something about it that said, “I love you, and I will take care of you.” 

He pulls away from the kiss, and you lean forward just a little, not wanting it to end. He smiles once again, and places his forehead against yours.. 

You open your eyes and look into his, and quietly whisper, “George?”

“Yes (y/n)?”

“Will you stay with me…until I fall asleep?”

“Of course love.”

So he grabs a blanket, the fluffy, maroon one that he knows is your favorite, since it’s warm and your favorite color, and then sits on the couch, and extends his arm out to you, telling you to sit next to him. You quickly walk over to him, on the couch in front of the warm, cozy fireplace, and lie down between his legs, your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat, which you heard gradually slow down. He placed the soft, fluffy blanket over both of you, and you felt so warm underneath it, also wearing his maroon sweater with a G on it, and you also felt safe again, in his arms.He started to gently stroke your (y/h/c) hair, both of you just enjoying each other’s closeness. 


“Yes (y/n)?”

“I really, really love you.”

“I’m madly in love with you too.”

And the two of you quickly fell asleep, but he made sure that you fell asleep first, and he never left you, the whole night. 

Ta da!!! My very first lengthy imagine!!! Thanks so much for reading it, and PLEASE please please, send in a request! Also, thank you to whoever sent me my first request ever! It was a wonderful idea! Thank you to those of who have already followed me and liked/reposted my very first imagine, Fred Weasley Imagine: Puddin: 

I can’t wait to post/write more imagines, so make sure to send a request, like, repost, and follow me! Thanks again! Love, Vivian ;)

Title: Teasing is a Fun Game

anonymous requested: A fic with Jason Crouse and a history teacher

Character(s): Jason Crouse and Reader
Summary: After a few trysts with Jason, he shows up unexpectedly during your lecture and all you can think of are the intimate moments you two shared. 
Word Count: 2,249
Warning: SMUT!!! (and dirty talk!) 
Author’s Note: Whoever sent this in, thank you so much! I love writing Jason Crouse and I wanted to show a different side to him (that I think he hides in the TV show, but that’s just me lmao). I mean, Jason Crouse talking dirty and teasing you??? Yes, please

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Golden Boy

pairings: Thomas Jefferson x fem!reader, Alexander Hamilton x reader (platonic)

Request: “Hi! Can you do a Thomas Jefferson x reader with #166 and #197? Love your blog btw!”

#166: “Why don’t you say it to my face?”

#197: “You are so infuriating.”

Warnings: cussing, sexism, kissing?

Word Count: 1586

A/N: first off, to whoever sent this in, my blog just started so thanks! Much love! second, This is written from the third person POV, let me know if you like it better this way or the other way (see Saved and Of Course.) I kinda hate this one tbh, I was tired and didn’t know how to write this, but I needed to put on out so…here you go, sorry. I’m going to keep my inbox open so please still submit, I promise they won’t be as bad as this one (I hope.)

Originally posted by spnassbuttsunited

Alexander Hamilton and (Y/N) (L/N), the power duo, the two lead one side of the debates at Kings College, opposite Thomas Jefferson, James Madison and Aaron Burr. Sure they were outnumbered, but the fiery passion burned brightly at all times, giving them to ambition to do anything.

All five of the scholars took Washington’s political science class, hence the ongoing hatred for the opposing side. Alex and (Y/N) were always favored by Washington and they loved it, they strived for it, preparing their arguments carefully and composing the words and then defend them from the opposing sides’ opinions with the same suit. They worked like clockwork, Alex wrote it down word for word, (Y/N) edited it and replaced words, and they presented it together, across the room from the three ignorant children, as Alex put it.

And the three were children, they would rile the other two up and they’d go home, maybe with a win, but also angry, annoyed, and pissed that they couldn’t take a jab at the leader of the group, Jefferson. He put them both on edge, his unruly curly hair and the pretentious purple hoodie the fuel to the fire.

They had engaged in a debate prior that day and Jefferson was relentless, and although (Y/N) had her temper under control, Alexander did not.

“Turn around, bend over, I’ll show you where my shoe fits!” Alexander spat, everyone’s eyes widening in shock. He was normally composed, a smart man, but the two people who weren’t stuttering quietly in shock were, Jefferson, a cocky smirk playing at the corner of his lips, and two, (Y/N), her eyes glaring at the tall man across the room. She breathed out quickly, rushing to speak in a hushed voice to Washington.

“May I speak to Alex outside quickly, I apologize for what he said, I don’t know what’s gotten into him.” He nodded curtly and she turned around pushing Alexander out the door that was situated conveniently behind them.

“Do you want to pull yourself together?” She grunted, pulling the hairband out of her hair and tugging a hand through the mess. She turned around and paced back and forth in front of him, making him realize he may have cost them the debate.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me, he doesn’t stay on the topic and he doesn’t-“ He defended before she cut him off.

“What you did in there was not acceptable, just because Jefferson was being intransigent doesn’t mean you say that. You can’t stoop to someone’s level to win an argument, you must treat him like to close-minded man he is,” She responded, before Alex let out a small laugh, his own ignorance becoming apparent to him.

“We’re going to go back in there and fix this,” He nodded and she raised her eyebrows at him.

“You’re not going to let him get to you, okay?” She flicked his forehead and he swatted her hand away.

“She couldn’t control him if she wanted, a woman isn’t capable,” A voice spoke from the hallway and they both quickly recognized it as the obnoxious Thomas mother-fucking Jefferson, the douche himself.

“(Y/N),” Alex warned, the fire becoming apparent in her eyes, she was the strongest and scariest person he knew when someone threatened her position by denouncing her gender.

“We aren’t in the room now, I can say what I want,” She grumbled, shaking his hand off her shoulder and walking quickly down the hallway, her heeled boots clicking against the tile. Her eyes found James’ first and he let out a shaky breath. Aaron and Thomas looked up when James nudged him, an arrogant smile breaking out on Jefferson’s face.

“Told you she would come running, she has less self-control than Hamilton back there-“ He laughed before her fiery eyes turned into a stone-cold glare.

“Say it again,” She barked, Aaron flinching, taking a step back.

“Excuse me?” He asked, confused at her request.

“Why don’t you say it to my face?” She snarled, taking a step toward the pretentious bastard, who now wore a concerned countenance. “Damn straight, if you want to talk bad at someone, how about you man- I’m sorry- woman the fuck up and say it to their face and not to your cowardly friends.”

“Damn,” Thomas mumbled as she walked away angrily, straightening the blazer taut on her shoulders.

“I told you she was going to wreck you,” James mumbled, walking after Aaron, who had left right after (Y/N) told them off.

They made it back into the room, Alexander apologizing for his outburst. They continued the debate, educated words falling from (Y/N)’s tongue like open form poetry, but Jefferson finding it impossible to form a coherent sentence, James accepting defeat for their side as Alex threw the final blow.

“The financial plan this man created was one of genius and commitment, he nursed the idea to life and the president set it into action, if it weren’t for him, our country would not be in the same place it in now.”

Alexander and (Y/N) received a 97% on their argument, the only dock was from Alex’s unkind words, which he apologized profusely for. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for them to score highly, not because they won, but because of how they constructed their arguments and delegitimized the counter-argument. Thomas, Aaron, and James never received low scores for losing, but they did with this one because of the lack of Jefferson in the second half.

“I’ll see you Monday, I’ll start writing the new topic when I get home, I’m excited for this one, I have a feeling.” Alex smiled giddily before (Y/N) shook her head, letting out a small laugh.

“Get some sleep first, visit Eliza, she misses you, complains that I’m taking you away from her, or go visit John,” She wiggled her eyebrows at him and he rolled his eyes. He had admitted once to liking John, but this was prior to his relationship with Eliza, but (Y/N) liked to tease him about it.

“Okay, text me when you get home,” He reminded her and she nodded, shaking her phone between skinny fingers and purple fingernails.

She began walking before hearing hurried footsteps behind her. She held her key between her fingers, cursing herself for not bringing pepper spray. She glanced over her shoulder to see a purple hooded man. Jefferson.

“What do you want?” She threw the comment over her shoulder, Thomas finally catching up to her and falling into the same pace.

“I wanted to apologize, what I said wasn’t true and I just get mad because you and Alex make such a great duo and we can never beat you. Washington loves you two like his own children. I just get frustrated, I can’t compete with you two,” He mumbled before adding clearly. “I’m sorry, what I said wasn’t true at all, you could control anyone you wanted, god you’re the strongest person I know.”

“What?” She questioned, stopping in her tracks.

“What? You are.” He shrugged.

“You’re infuriating, you can’t say shit like that,” She mumbled, she didn’t want him to say that she could control anyone, he was saying it like she was a god.

“Not in that way, I mean if you took it that way, I wouldn’t mind as long as Alex isn’t-“

“Shut up,” She laughed out and he looked at her confused. “Alex and I aren’t a thing, we’re friends, that’s it and why would you- oh.”

Her face flamed in a red blush as she realized what he meant by his statement. “Sorry, that was unneeded.”

“I- uh- no it’s fine.” She coughed out and they began to walk in silence. “This one’s mine.” She mumbled, climbing the stairs, surprised as his footsteps followed.

It’d be a lie if she said she wasn’t attracted to Thomas, he was simply attractive, curly hair framing his face with a ridiculously wide and bright smile to compliment. He was a pretty boy and for the opposite side, but now was time to make him pay for what he said.

“Do you forgive me? I really am sorry, I didn’t mean, well I meant to at the time, but I regret it now. I swear,” He stammered, she looked up at him, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. “And if it’s about the comment I made, I’m sorry about that too, those just tend to drop and I can’t stop myself when I see someone like you.”

A surge of confidence made itself evident in her stomach as she leaned against the door, twiddling her keys in between her fingers. “Someone like me?”

“Yeah, strong, opinionated, smart, quick-witted,” He said sheepishly, shrugging again.

“I guess I am like that,” She smiled flirtatiously, Thomas sucked in a breath as she took a step forward lips grazing the side of his jaw. “I hate people like you.”

“People like me?” He sucked in quickly, a hand dropping out of the pocket to hold onto her waist, rubbing circles into her hipbone.

“People who I can’t have,” She mumbled, pressing a little kiss to the skin at the top of his neck.

“You could,” He breathed out before she smiled wickedly, nipping at the skin she had just kissed, testing the waters.

“That’d be no fun,” She mumbled into his neck before turning around and opening the door and closing it behind her, locking it. “Learn how to hold your tongue, golden boy.”

“You can’t just do that,” His voice spoke gruffly through the wooden door.

“Ah, but Jefferson, I can.”

anonymous asked:

What type of people does Merlin like?

don’t r.eblog/ ok first off i hope ur prepared for a lot of rambling since i can’t exactly put my thoughts into words too well. it’s way more complicated than i thought it would be. second, a lot of this can go for romantic and platonic relationships too! so, generally speaking, merlin likes people who are nice*. i mean, it goes way beyond that. 

but i think as roleplayers, sometimes you just know after the first few interactions who your muse is going to click with and become very good friends with versus who your muse is gonna take a long time to warm up to. there’s a lot of other factors that play into it too like how often i chat with the other mun bc, lbh, rp is way more fun if you’re writing with your friends.

* u can be morally ambiguous and i mean, as bad as this sounds, it’s whatever to merlin. but ppl who are just incredibly mean/rude on purpose? no thnx. anyways, merlin tends to gravitate towards people who show a high lvl of empathy. people who are perceptive. people who, even if they suspect something is wrong, aren’t demanding of answers right then & there and let merlin take his time talking about it. people who are just as patient as he is. people who understand (even if they don’t know why) that merlin is an angry person deep down on the inside. that he’s dealing with issues and, tbh, those issues are no one’s business but his and maybe even the people he chooses to share them with.

and people who understand that maybe merlin won’t ever share parts of himself with them even if he cares for them. merlin may be holding onto a lot of negativity, anger, and resentment but he never takes that out on anybody else. and he’s actually a very positive person so he likes to be around people like that.

he definitely does not like people who are controlling in any way. or people who get mad at him for keeping secrets (◕‿◕✿) or people who feel the need to tell him he’s a good person as a way to validate him or w/e idek. or people who try to ‘’’’fix’’’’’ him– the thing is he doesn’t want ‘’’’fixing’’’’’’ bc believe it or not he’s perfectly fine with the way he is and even though he is struggling with his own issues on the inside, it doesn’t mean he’s some kinda definition of broken where he needs to be put back together by the right person.

man, there’s a lot i wanna say but idk how to word it! smth i do want to point out is that at this point (esp in my muse’s character development/journey), merlin knows exactly who he is. he has a lot of pride in himself and everything he is and how far he’s come along as an individual. he has a lot of respect for himself, let me just put it that way. and honestly he expects it in return.

o ya and if u don’t like magic and/or ur one of those ppl who don’t respect existence (where is that quote bc i love it) then u just need to skedaddle on outta his life, js.


Bite Me (Part 3)

Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean (no pairings yet!)

Warnings: Violence, serious injuries

Overview: You were raised in the hunter life. You fell out of it. It wasn’t your choice to get pulled back in.

Word Count: 1,489

A/N: This is the third installment in my first ever fanfic. Thank you to everyone who has encouraged and supported me in writing this! I can’t express how loved I feel over here :) This story is still a slow burn, always a slow burn. I wanted to write something that focused more on the protagonist. I’ve loved exploring who she is as a character. These words, like everything else I write, are for me. Feel free to join me in the adventure.

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At the ripe age of two I was the master of hide-and-seek, Uncle Jay’s way of teaching me to find safety and stay silent. On my third birthday, he gifted me with a small bone knife. When I was four, I used it to make my first kill, a rabbit that later became dinner for the night. I remember crying as I sliced through its throat, my movements precise from the countless practice I had done on the carcasses of animals Uncle Jay had already killed. Ending the life of anything made my stomach turn and my heart ache, a sensation that stuck with me any time that we hunted for food. It wasn’t until Uncle Jay and I had tracked down the lone werewolf that was picking people off of the edges of town that anything changed.

Uncle Jay had wounded the werewolf to the point where it could barely move; all of its limbs were broken, fingers removed, its body heaving as it rapidly trying to heal itself while Uncle Jay calmly re-opened old wounds and sliced new ones. I watched from a few feet away, and when my uncle’s eyes met mine he shifting until he was kneeling behind the werewolf, one had pinning its arms behind its back while the other had a firm grip on its hair.

“This one is yours,” he calmly told me.

I could still see the boy they had found this morning in my mind, his eyes blank as he lay in the puddle of blood that was still seeping from the large hole in his chest. His mother’s screams turned to wailing echoed in my ears as she tried to fight past the yellow police tape. He couldn’t have been more than five years old.

There was no hesitation as I closed the gap between us, swiftly and firmly driving my silver knife through the werewolf’s heart. All I heard was a ringing in my ears as adrenaline pumped its way through my veins. All I could focus on was the light leaving the yellowed eyes. There was no turning in my stomach and no ache of regret. Only satisfaction.

I was ten years old.

Silence was all that greeted me when my eyes decided to open again. There were no screams or cries of pain, which told me that the four humans upstairs probably weren’t breathing anymore. An image of Four’s wide, silver eyes flashed through my mind, and I willed the turning in my stomach and ache in my chest away. There would be time to blame myself later. Action was the only course I could take now.

From the look of my surroundings, Iver had moved me to a lower level, either a cellar or a basement. Tall, dusty shelves containing jars with suspicious looking substances led me to believe the former. That meant there would be an exterior exit. Ignoring the pain that shot through my neck, I scanned the room until my eyes landed on a short flight of steps leading to a set of angled, double wooden doors.

Bingo. Now to get my feet back on the ground.

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The Black Envelope: Puppy Love

PART TWO of The Black Envelope series

OTHER PARTS: Sehun | … | Joonmyeon | Kyungsoo | Chanyeol | Minseok | Baekhyun | Jongdae | Yixing

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Kim Jongin (Kai of EXO) x Reader

Genre: Fluffidy Fluff!!!; Arranged Marriage/Soulmate!AU

Summary: Jongin’s envelope is still lost in the mail. Yet, you looked at him as if he was the cutest puppy in existence and that was all he needed.

Word Count: 3,4K

Jongin didn’t actually like going to cafes. He disliked the smell of coffee and the temptation of buying some baked goods when he had promised himself to eat healthily. In all seriousness, the only reason he ever visited the cafe was to get his friends off his back. There were only so many Baekhyun’s questions and Sehun’s teasing comments that he could take.

Thus he made sure to visit Joonmyeon’s cafe at least once a week. He didn’t really dare to go there more often because the owner’s nearly motherly gaze always persuaded him to spend more money on the pastries than Jongin would allow himself. The young man had perfected the means of customer manipulation and Baekhyun was his biggest victim.

“Care to explain to me once again why you ordered a kilo of pigs in blankets?” Jongin asked his friend. The older boy shrugged, “It was an accident.”

“How does one accidentally order a kilo of pigs in blankets?” Jongin still couldn’t understand. He knew that his best friend was a one of a kind character, but ordering a kilo of pastries by accident was a whole new level even for him.

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Split Lip Pt. 2

Originally posted by buffysvmmers

A/N: Ok this ended up being significantly longer than part 1 but I guess thats the way the cookie crumbles.

Part 1

A week and a half later, you’re meandering home from an evening out with a visiting friend. You stumble down the deserted streets towards your flat and as you draw closer to your building, you notice a figure peel away from the wall by your door and walk purposely towards you.

“Y/N, where have you been?” You recognise Isaiah’s voice before the light reaches his face. You grin as he approaches.
“Isaiah! I thought you were all in London-” He stops in front of you and grabs you by the upper arm, cutting off your words and your loose smile. His firm, almost painful grip sobers you a little and it’s then that you notice the odd combination of concern and fury in his face.

“We got back a few hours ago,” he snaps impatiently. “Where the fuck have you been, Y/N? Jesus, we thought…” he trails off and his glare softens slightly, though his grip on your arm doesn’t loosen.

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