this is bad but look at him


#i dont see this talked about enough #the look of pain on magnus’ face after he has to send somebody he cares about to the clave #he’s lost so much in this world and you can see how much this pains him to give somebody up #he had to give up camille the woman who saved his life and who he thought he was in love with #then he had to give up iris #one of his kind #and iris said something about warlocks being a dying breed right? #and he just turned one over to the clave to protect his friends #just imagine how bad that must make him feel #he’s watching his people slowly die out and being murdered by valentine and he still turns her over because its the right thing to do #and because they both hurt people he cares about and he wont ever let anybody hurt them #even if it means hurting himself #and nobody else seems to notice how hard these things are for him #except maybe alec #who takes the time to ask him how he feels about camille #and the way he looks so worried about him after he sends iris to the clave #i just #i have so many feelings about my son #he deserves all the good things in the world #somebody hug him #alec hug your boyfriend

Barry wears his heart on his sleeve for sure, lets his emotions dictate his actions. I think he’s matured a lot over the past three years. Hopefully he’s growing and making more calculated choices, but we still often are seeing him— I think the emotions get the best of him, and he makes some irrational choices. We’re going to see that, but we’re also going to get a little look through a window at what it would be like if he made some bad choices.
—  Grant Gustin while addressing how far Barry will go to save Iris (Candice Patton) from her fate at the hands of Savitar.

Gladio sneezed, scaring you half to death. You jumped in your lawn chair, clutching your racing heart.

“Why do you even bother with camping when you’re allergic to everything?” you winced as he reeled back for another sneeze. 

He sniffled and shook the stuffiness from his head. “My allergies aren’t that bad.”

You stared at him, unblinking. “Babe, if you sneezed any more, you might actually lift off and fly away.”

Prompto snickered from the other side of the campfire. “Got you there, Big Guy.”

Gladio glowered at Prompto and you sighed, shuffling through your backpack to find what you were looking for. You pulled out a small bottle of antihistamines and scooted next to where Gladio was seated on the ground.

“Here,” you offered him two. “They’ll help. I know you’re too proud to take them, but please do anyway. For me?”

Gladio smiled weakly, and finally took the pills from your outstretched hand. “Thanks, babe.” He leaned forward to kiss you on the forehead. “Will these make me drowsy?”

“A bit,” you nodded. “But that’s okay. We might still be able to get a few rounds in before they fully kick in.”

Prompto made a disgusted face and covered his eyes with his hands. “Gross! We all have to sleep in that tent, you know!”

Gladio downed the pills with a gulp of water and stood, hauling you up with him. “Sleep outside, then,” he declared as he moved towards it, with you giddily following close behind. 

As the two of you zipped up the entrance to the tent, Ignis called from where he was writing in his journal, “Please at least be courteous enough to clean up afterwards.”

Jungkook imagine. Not requested.

To everyone he was that cute little boy who blushed at everything, that was until the doors actually closed. He was ruthless, violent, dangerous even. His voice was smooth, enough to get anyone talking. Only when someone did something he didn’t like, he got dangerous.

People knew better than to screw with Jungkook, they knew better than to cross him. They knew better than to take what he wanted, needed…craved away from him. Things didn’t particularly end well for those people.

Essentially he was an innocent face with a bad attitude. The amount of strippers and wannabe bond girls that threw themselves at him had no idea of how ruthless this man really was.

But you did. You knew him like the back of your hand. That is, if you’ve never looked at or even realized you owned a hand in the first place.

Jungkook was a mystery to you, his image, his style, his way of life seemed to confuse you more and more every time you saw him. You wanted nothing to do with him, yet , he wanted every thing to do with you. And then some.

The city was busy with people as usual. The sun was out, no signs of a storm hitting, which meant smooth transition for at least half the day. You were walking down the street to the local market. You needed to stock of some fresh produce and twenty minutes wasn’t that bad a walk. At least not now.

You were a simple female, a happy female. It didn’t take a whole lot to make you happy. The same as it didn’t take a whole lot to piss you off. Your world of glamour consisted of watching people on TV kill each other over nothing. Ah, the joy of reality television. You were respected by people, mostly because you have them a reason to. You were a nice person. In your eyes, all it takes is kindness to be given kindness.
The same could not be said for “some”.

As you walked, you couldn’t help but notice worried looks you received. It was random and quite frankly out of nowhere. People hugged buildings, or held their loved ones closer to them. Confused, you slowed down, which only made the looks grow more worrisome. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder.


You gasped quietly, whipping around to find the tuxedo clad man. His dark eyes glistening. Your eyebrows narrowed as you were met face to face with the bane of your existence.

“To what to I own the pleasure Jeon?” You asked begrudgingly, crossing your arms. Your history with his violent being, wasn’t the most pleasant.

“Last name basis. How disrespectful, you know what I do to people who are disrespectful ?” The man challenged, a smirk evident in his face.

“Bore them to death with your violent schemes?” You retorted, bored of the conversation already. You turned around and kept walking, still fully aware of your mission to the market.

However, Jungkook was a patient man, so he followed you. Soon he was walked beside you. It appeared to some as if you two were a couple. And that’s exactly how he wanted it to look.

“You know me so well baby” he chuckled.

“First of all, never call me baby. Second of all, care to tell me why your mucking around in broad daylight? Don’t you guys wait till the dark to do whatever it is you do?” You didn’t mean for it to come our harshly, it just sort of did.

Jungkook clenched his teeth. Can’t lose his temper with you. Don’t chase her away…again

“Hm. I suppose you have a point. I’ll cut to the chase. I’m hosting a dinner party with my business partners. Big event, lots of people are gonna show up. I want you to be my date” he said.

You paused for a second, let his words register for a bit and before you knew it you burst out laughing. Though you stopped when you realized he wasn’t laughing with you.

“You’re serious?” You asked, wide eyed.

“As serious as the sky is blue, baby.” He replied, stepping forward. “I’ll have them put your name on the list. Wear that dress I like so much for me.”

You knew what dress he was talking about. The little (F/C) , number. The corset open back. It hugged your body in all the right ways.

Jungkook trailed his fingers up your arm, his eyes burning into yours.
“It would make me really happy”

Snap out of it, Y/N!

You jumped back from him, pointing your finger in his face.
“Look. I don’t know why you came back, but I’m jot falling for it again. You can’t use your sexy smirk on me and expect me to be all like ”’ I missed you, I want you, let me kiss your face nyeeehh’“ you rambled, pointing your fingers in his face.

"You still think my smirk is sexy?” He chuckled.

Dammit Y/N, you just couldn’t keep your mouth shut.

“I’ll tell you what. If you change your mind. I’ll be waiting for you at the far end of the room.” He grabbed your hand and pressed his lips to your knuckles. As he looked up, his dark eyes met yours. You could have sworn you saw them flash or glimmer as a mischievous smile spread across his face.

He walked away and you couldn’t help but glare as he did. He couldn’t just waltz in here and demand things of you, it wasn’t fair! You were a damn respectful woman AND DAMMIT YOU DESERVE SOME DAMN RESPECT! There is absolutely no way in hell, that you would-

“Right this way, Ms. Y/L/N.” The tall guard nodded respectfully. You followed the big burly muscle man to what appeared to me a huge room. It was pretty much packed. It was strange because there weren’t less than half as many people outside as there were inside.

You looked around, crossing your arms as you studied the room. How were you supposed to find your date, er…not date.

The people dressed extravagantly, and your assumptions were confirmed when you you heard “business” being discussed by some people who were walking by. The men cleaned up nice and the women were drop dead gorgeous. It made you feel strange. Why did you even agree to show up in the first place?

Whilst about to continue your journey for Jungkook, you were stopped when a male, who was way taller than you appeared in your line of vision.

“Hey pretty girl” he said, walking up to you. You didn’t know how to respond, you had never been by a slimy scumbag before.

“Uh hello” you said politely. You started to look around. Hopeful that a certain sly dog would show up.

“I’ve never seen you around before sexy girl. What’s your name?” he asked. Damn, he didn’t knew when to quit did he?

“Uh…Y/N” you trailed off, stepping away from him. You were taken aback when you felt a cold arm slap around your wrist.

“What do you say, we get out of here” obviously he wasn’t gonna take no for an answer. A sudden jolt of fear courses through you as you yanked your head back, and before you could snap on him, a voice rang out.

“Is something wrong here?” A voice rang out. For once, you smiled at that voice. Jungkook walked up to the two of you, his hands folded behind his back.

“Nothing at all boss. Just a hard fish to catch”

Since when we’re woman supposed to be damn fish?

“A fish huh. What gives you the right to go around grabbing women without their permission? ” Jungkook asked, his face hardening into a glare. Jungkook stood in front of you, kissing your knuckles like he did earlier. “You okay?” He asked softly. You nodded, unaware of the mini crowd you were beginning to create.

“Humph, no disrespect boss, but why the hell do you care”

That made you mad, you knew it would probably be a long shot, but you decided to try it.

“Oh I’m sorry. I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Y/N” you said with a hard look. Your theory was confirmed when a look of shock crossed his face. He was screwed now ..

Jungkook hid a knowing smile, he bragged about you to all his friends. Sometimes he even sent them on protection missions just for you.

“I’m sorry boss. I didn’t know” he tried to fix his act, but anyone could tell he was just brown nosing.

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook snapped his fingers, and in less than ten seconds, there were three burly men around around the sleazy man.

Before you could object and ask what he was doing, he gently grabbed your hand and mumbled a “dance with me”

All you heard before he dragged you away were punching sounds.

Jungkook led you to the dance floors with many other people. His hand rested on your waist while you held his shoulder.

“You look stunning tonight” he mumbled, beginning to move you to the slow tune. You hummed in response.

“I was surprised when you showed up” he began again, smiling. “I was almost sure you weren’t gonna show up”

“Hm. I thought I’d entertain you for a while” you replied.

“Oh really?” He smirked, turning you with ease. “And how so?”

“Considering I hate you, I was so sure you could help me with that.” You replied, your brows narrowed. You began moving your waist with a bit more speed and both your gazes hardened.

“You don’t hate me, beautiful girl” (YOU’RE BEAUTIFULLLLLLLL lol okay back to the story) he smirked again. The orchestra took note of the two of you, and the composer instantly got an idea.

The waltz music started becoming more deep, and a bit speedy, but more than enough to keep the sensual atmosphere. The party goers seemed to think this was for entertainment and began watching as yours and Jungkook’s dancing turned intimate. Fast.

“Oh please, you know for a fact that’s bullshit” Jungkook spat, spinning you around. You growled in frustration when your back hit his chest.

“Is it? You had the guy beat up and you did it for my safety??” You asked. Somehow neither of you were aware if the crowd you seemed to gain.

“Hm, like I said. No one messes with what’s mine” he spun you around again until, his hands were dangerously close to your rear.

“I was never yours” you mumbled, a bit sadly. Suddenly, the surprise hit you before you could even register. He grabbed your hips firmly, and leaned your entire body down.

“Did you just dip me?” You asked in shock. You were now staring at the ceiling, the very high ceiling.

“You. Were. Always. Mine” he mumbled before bringing his lips closer and closer. He placed a burning kiss over the front of your neck while your head was leaned back.

He stood you you on your feet and you were trying to register what happened.

You opened your mouth to speak again but you were drowned out with applause and whistles. Your eyes were wide. You gazed around room, beginning to feel foolish.

You turned to glare at Jungkook who only gave you that annoying little smirk. In that moment all you wanted to do what wipe it off. You whipped around, making sure your dress matched your movements for dramatic effect and disappeared into the crowd of people.

You don’t know how, but you ended up on (big shocker), the extravagant roof. You were leaned on the balcony looking around. You could even see your apartment complex from where you stood. It was a cold night. You kind of regretted showing up without something to keep you warm.

“I thought I’d find you out here”

Oh geez, not again.

“Guess I’d better find a better hiding spot then.” You turned around to meet his eyes.

“They’re starting to clear out, if you we’re wondering. You could leave if you wanted” he said. For a minute you though he was being genuine. Until he continued. “Unless you wanted to spend the night with me?” He smirked.

Your clenched your teeth. “You know, your sex jokes are really starting to bum me out” you sighed, crossing your arms. Jungkook shrugged and walked up next to you, leaning on the balcony too.

“So this is what you do when you can’t sleep” he mused allowed. You hummed in agreement, staring up at the sky. “It’s kind of nice”
You didn’t respond for a while. The peace and quiet was something you, without a doubt enjoyed.

“I should go.” You said after a while.

“I’ll uh, walk you out"Jungkook offered. Wow, that was new. You’ve only ever seen him nervous one other time.

You two found yourself at the door where you were led in. It was still hard to believe he actually lived here.

"Uh thanks for uh….saving me” you mumbled. “I guess I owe you one” you continued.

“Not at all” he replied taking your hand in his. You nodded politely. “I’d never let anything happen to you”

You two stood, looking at each other. The moment made everything you said before completely obsolete.
You had no idea what happened, but something in you told you he was telling the truth.

“Um, don’t take this the wrong way but it’s kind if dark out. No cabs are really in service right now. You can’t walk in heels all the way to your apartment-”

You eyes widened at what he seemed to be implying. No, no no! Absolutely no-

“The bathroom is through there.” He said, giving you a neatly folded black button up. “Take as much time as you need.”

“Thanks"you mumbled. When we’re you gonna start following your own advice? You padded into the bathroom and changed your clothes.

When you walked out, you saw Jungkook, completely bare of any shirt but still in his pants. He was leaned back on one arm. A phone to his ear on the opposite hand. You decided to stay quiet and sit next to him while you waited.

He smiled at you a bit when he saw you in his clothes, though that didn’t stop his conversation on the phone. He sat himself up, the hand that been on the bed was now grazing against your bare thigh. You kept quiet as his conversation continued.

Probably like a few minutes later he hung up the phone and threw on the table next to him.

"Hey” he whispered, causing you to smile.

“Hey” you replied. His hand still perched on your thigh, drawing circles into your exposed skin. He sat up until he was as eye level with you, him hovering above you by just a little. You noticed his eyes flicking to your lips.
Okay Y/N, last chance to take your own advice. You could run, or you could let him do what you’ve been wanting him to do since you saw him again.

You leaned your head up and met his lips, kissing him feverishly. His tongue slid through the gap in your mouth and began swirling around. His hands moved to grip onto both of your thighs and yanked you forward so you were straddling him.

“I missed you” he growled between kisses, his nails digging into your skin. No doubt you’d have bruises later on. “Fuck, I’ve missed you”.

You ran your fingers down his chest and up his arms.
“You’re all mine” he mumbled sneakily as you began rocking your hips against his groin. “All mine…”

Suddenly you were pushed backwards onto the bed. A yelp left your body and you saw Jungkook crawling over you. He snatched the hem of your panties and ripped them off.

“Do you know how expensive those were?!” You asked in shock, prompting a chuckle to leave Jungkook.

“Can’t be any more than the sets I’ve ripped from your body before” he chuckled teasingly. “Do you want my hot mouth on you? you want me to claim you as my own….do you want me yo make you cum again and again.?” His fingers dipped through your folds teasingly, causing a gasp to shoot from your throat.

“So wet for me….so responsive” he growled…“I hope you’re ready, baby girl…”

(Not a request, just something I’ve been working on since the beginning of forever. )

anonymous asked:

I was going to boycott Manchester by the sea because of c*sey but I had to usher it for work and I loved the story but it really really annoyed me that he was the main I'm just :/

I thought the story was steaming garbage, to tell you the truth. Anyone can piece together a sad movie by killing off three children and blaming it on the father. If you look up “cheap as fuck narrative techniques” in the dictionary, that’s the first thing that’ll come up. The movie was so interested in how he felt about killing his kids, it nearly pushed Michelle William’s wonderful performance off a cliff. AND HE KILLED HIS KIDS, MY BRO. Why should I feel bad for the dude who did cocaine in his family’s home at 3 AM, keeping his family awake, and then burned the house down? But the movie begs us to sympathize, to humanize him, to make male mistakes better the way that we always fucking have!!! That’s what women are for right!!! In the movie itself, women were just sex objects or nuisances, in preference of stewing in the stunted and repressed relationship between the two men, both of whom could use going to a fucking therapist instead of drinking beers and Not Crying all the damn time. This movie was written by the guy in your MFA. This movie was written by someone who’s never seen a woman as a human being with individual emotions. I don’t want to EVER see another movie so explicitly interested in man pain in my entire life. 

EXO Reaction to hearing Suho curse for the first time

This was requested by @supercaptainblog I hope you like it! Xo, Ara~
/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


*Can’t believe it* “Did he just… did he…. oh my… Baek did you hear that?”


*Someone has to put back everything in order* “No bad words in this dorm!”


“This isn’t him… what did we do…. we won’t do this again Hyung… we’ll behave” *Look at those children*




“Do you remember that day when Suho cursed because of you? Never forget man!” *Jokes about it until he dies*


“Oh… lord…. things just got our of control…” *Minnie knows something’s not right*


*Loses all hope* “And I thought this day would never come… what did we do?”


*Doesn’t want to say a thing so Suho doesn’t get even angrier* “…”




“No.. no don’t make me go in there… let’s just leave… He’s.. pissed… go go!” *Even Soo is freaking out*


*Hard judging xD*


“I think I need vacations… go to somewhere I can clean my soul… go back to my old self… the in control self…”

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

dreamcatchersdaughter  asked:

Cool to hear your prompts are open friend ^^. I loved the mermaid fic by the way it was beautiful. Ummm how bout Winteriron (surprise, surprise) with some oblivious pining even though their Daemons cuddle together. And Sam, Steve, Rhodey and Clint all try to point that out.

A/N: So this is super overdue. Sorry about that. Also, I may have borrowed Poe and Moro from my other Daemon AU story

“Come on, Buck. Just ask him out already.” Steve threw a punch.

Bucky caught the fist and countered. “Do you really need me to explain again in detail why me asking out Tony Stark is a bad idea?”

Steve huffed, blocking Bucky’s counter then jumping as Bucky tried to sweep his legs out from him. “I’m not denying that the history you two have is bad, but look at Poe and Moro.” Steve paused their fighting to nod at the raven and wolf daemons (respectively) nestled together in the corner of the Avengers gym. “I have never seen two daemons cuddle so much. I think it’s safe to say that despite everything, Tony cares about you.”

Steve glanced at the other side of the room were Clint, Sam, and Tony were trading off sparring with each other. Clint and Sam had taken to wrestling each other, while Tony was trying (and failing) to hide that he was watching Bucky.

“And Tony’s checking out your ass right now.”

“What?” Bucky whirled around and stared at his ass then looked up at Tony.

Tony stiffened, but quickly smirked then winked at Bucky.

Pink spread across Bucky’s cheeks, and Bucky quickly spun around to avoid looking at Tony. “You’re imagining things, Steve.”

A pang of disappoint hit Tony in the chest when Bucky looked away.

“Uh-oh. Did Bucky look at you funny again?” Sam asked as he pinned Clint to the mat.

Clint swung his leg and rolled them over so he pinned Sam. “If he looked constipated at all then that just means he was thinking about kissing you, but then felt guilty about it, cause he’s a pining idiot like you.”

“This again?” Tony huffed. He calculated the odds that he could walk out the gym without one of his teammates forcing him back. He had promised to give them an hour of his time and there was still fifteen minutes left. “You two and Rhodey need to stop reading Nicholas Sparks and Danielle Steel.”

“We are at the mercy of the whims of our book club.” Sam grunted and managed to get Clint off him and put him in a headlock. “It also doubles as the When are Barnes and Stark Going to get Their Heads out of Their Asses Club.”

Tony startled as he heard a loud sound across the gym. Bucky was on the ground and flat on his back with Steve standing over him.

Tony’s heart leaped to his throat.

Bucky groaned as he saw stars.

“Jesus! Bucky are you okay?” Steve kneeled down next to him.

Bucky hissed as he pried his eyes open. That’s what he got for listening in on the conversation taking place on the other side of the gym.

James!” Moro sent through their telepathic link and suddenly there was a furry wolf face pressed against his and a tongue lapping at his cheek.

Bucky cringed at Moro’s pungent breath. “Ugh. Moro.” He shoved Moro away and sat up just in time for Tony to run up to him and crouch beside him. 

“Did you try to break your best friend in half, Steve?”

Steve sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. “I didn’t think I’d actually land the hit. Bucky usually dodges.”

Tony worriedly ran his hands over Bucky’s skull, searching for any broken bones or skin.

Bucky was a little too preoccupied staring at Poe, who was sitting on his knee, to pay attention to Tony’s worried murmurs.

Bucky closed his eyes and opened them again.

Poe was still there.

Steve’s eyes followed Bucky’s gaze and locked on to the daemon.

Clint and Sam muttered to each other as they joined the rest of the group, only to fall silent when they saw Poe resting on Bucky’s knee.

Tony ran his fingers through Bucky’s hair a few times, taming the locks back into place after he’d sent them askew in his search for a serious injury. “Looks like you’ll just have a bruise, and Steve will need to learn not to assume that everyone is going to dodge his hits. In fact, part of the point of training is….” Tony trailed off as he finally noticed that everyone had gone quiet and why that was.

“Oh,” Tony said, staring at his daemon on Bucky’s knee. “That’s why I feel so tingly. I thought I was just having another panic attack.”

Bucky’s chest swelled with hope. Normally if another person touched one’s daemon, it caused one to feel violated and sometimes even pain. The fact that Tony felt tingly meant that his feelings for Bucky ran deep.

Bucky slipped his arm around Tony’s waist and hugged him. “So would it be too forward of me to ask you out on a date?”

As Bucky’s words sank in, Tony’s smile blossomed like a gorgeous, golden rose. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

When’s The Wedding? / Conor Maynard

Request:  Can you do a conor imagine where he goes to the readers annual family dinner and they’re being really cute in private and their family tease them?

“Conor, babe, are you almost ready?” You asked, looking at your reflection on your full-length mirror.

“What shirt?” He asked, walking back into your shared bedroom.

You looked at the two shirts on his hands and pointed at the white one. He put it on quickly and you helped with the buttons, kissing his lips softly once you were finished.

“You really don’t have to go, you can go out with the boys.” You smiled.

“I missed it last year, they’re going to think I’m a bad boyfriend if I don’t go to this one.”

“They wouldn’t.”

“You look gorgeous, by the way.” He said as you were applying perfume to yourself.

You smiled at him through the mirror. “So do you. Do you have everything ready? Remember we’re staying at my parent’s for two days.”

“Yep, I know. Everything’s in the car, don’t worry.” He said, as you both started walking towards your front door. “Do you want me to drive?”

You nodded. “Please.”

Three hours later, you were entering your hometown, memories flooding your mind as you drove through the streets you had walked along thousands of times, for years. You didn’t get to go back as much as you wanted because you and Conor seemed to always be too busy, but once a year, you left a few days free of any activity for one special thing: the annual dinner. You never missed one and you weren’t planning on doing it any time soon, either.

It was something you had done your whole life, and even though some people may find it a bit tedious to sit at a table with your whole family, you absolutely loved it. You were always close to your family, even though it was a big one, you were all close and loved each other. There just was something about that night that always felt special, maybe it was your grandparents seeing all their sons, daughters and grandchildren all together or being able to see how everyone is building their lives year by year.

Two years ago, you decided to invite your boyfriend, Conor, to one and loved seeing him getting on so well with your family, it was like he became a part of it that night. Last year though, unluckily he couldn’t go because he was in America but to your surprise, everybody asked why he hadn’t come and the thought of your family caring so much for him warmed your heart. You were glad they loved him so much, because even from the start of your relationship, you knew you were going to fall for him, hard. And you did. You both did.

“Babe, we’re here.” Conor said as he parked the car, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Are you okay?” He asked, turning to you a bit.

“Yes.” You smiled. “Let’s go, I wanna see everyone already.” You said excitedly, making him chuckle.

“Well go on, I’m gonna get our things.” He kissed your cheek.

You got out of the car, running towards your parent’s house front door, knocking on it loudly out of pure excitement. Your mum was quick to open it and engulfing you in a tight hug and when she let go, you were quickly wrapped in your dad’s arms.

“How are you?” You asked them, letting go of your dad.

“We’re good, and you? Where’s Conor?” Your mum asked, her face radiating happiness.

“I’m here!” He answered, going to hug your mum and shaking hands with your dad.

“We’re good, too.” You smiled, as Conor placed his hand on your back.

“Well, come on. Everybody’s in the back.” Your dad said, and you nodded.

“We’re just gonna get our stuff to my room, first.”

Grabbing one of the bags Conor left on the floor by his feet, you started walking up the stairs, him following close behind. Once in your room you left the things on the bed and turned to look at him, a smile on your face as you caught him looking at himself in your old mirror. You walked to him and hugged him from behind, going on your tip toes to let your head rest on his shoulder so you could watch him through the mirror.

“Are you sure I look fine?” He asked. “Like, it’s stupid that I’m a bit worried because I already know them but, I don’t know.”

“You worry because you care, it’s okay.” You kissed his shoulder before standing in front of him. “You look fantastic, babe. Really, really handsome.” You pecked his lips.

Lacing your fingers with his you walked to the back yard, where your whole family cheered to say hi when they saw you two, and after greeting everyone and catching up a little bit with your cousins, you and Conor sat down at a little table with some of your uncles and aunts.

You smiled, watching Conor talk with your uncle about god knows what, seeing how he would listen carefully to what he was saying before answering with a smile or laughing, and even though he was almost turned all the way towards your uncle, his hand was on your thigh, his thumb drawing invisible shapes on it every now and then.

“That, right in your eyes, is a look of pure love, dear.” Your aunt said, leaning in to say it to your ear.

“Sometimes I just look at him and just think about how much I love him, is that weird?” You asked, making her laugh as she shook her head lightly.

“Not at all, sweetie. Happens to me all the time.” She smiled. “It’s like on a daily basis you don’t think of how much you love him and then when you realize is like, wow, I love this guy way more than I thought.”

“Exactly.” You laughed.

“Everyone, dinner’s ready!” Your mum yelled, taking some plates to the dinner table in the middle of the garden.

It took you all a few minutes to settle down, you were quite a few people and sitting almost seven children down for more than five seconds was quite the challenge, but somehow you managed to do it, and started eating.

“Do you want some of this, Rosie?” You heard Conor say, and you looked at him, only to find that your four year old niece was sitting comfortably in his lap.

“Yes, please.” She nodded.

“Rosie, come here, let Conor eat.” Your brother said.

“Oh, no. It’s okay, she isn’t bothering at all.” He answered quickly, making you smile.

“So Y/N, Conor, when’s the wedding?” Your other brother asked.

“What wedding?” You asked, confused.

“Yours, of course.” He answered and you blushed.

“Oh, I can just imagine my little girl walking down the aisle in a white dress, you’d look so beautiful. You’d make a gorgeous bride, honey?” Your mum said dreamily.

“Mum, please!” You said, not daring to look at Conor. “It’s too soon.”

“I proposed to your grandma after less than a year together, sweetheart. It’s love, it’s never too soon.” Your grandpa said, smiling. “Besides, I want to be there on your wedding day, and dance with you.”

You smiled and looked at Conor, who was smiling. He looked at you and you mouthed ‘sorry’ to him but he just shook his head and squeezed your hand a bit, letting you know it was okay.

“Yeah man, you just gotta pop the question.” Your brother said, looking at Conor.

You were sure you were as red as a tomato, how could you not be? You never really talked about the future with Conor, only once, and even though you were sure that you wanted to be with him for as long as you could, you didn’t know what he thought, so when he answered your brother you were surprised, his words making you melt inside completely.

“I will do it,” He smiled “I’m just having a hard time picking the ring.” He finished.

Hours later, you were both changing onto your pajamas, ready to go to bed. And even though you were tired, your mind was racing, his words playing over and over in your head. You brushed your teeth and got into bed, your head finding its usual place on Conor’s bare chest.

“Is it true?” You asked. “That you’re trying to pick a ring?” He hummed.

“I wouldn’t lie to your family.” He smiled. “I know I’m not supposed to tell you, but the words just flew out of my mouth.”

“Do you really want to spend the rest of my life with me?” You asked in awe.

“Can’t see myself with anyone else.” He kissed the top of your head. “Do you?”

“Of course.” You smiled. “Wait, this isn’t you proposing, right?” He laughed.

“No, I want it to be more special and something we won’t forget. I’m not gonna tell you when I plan on doing it.” You nodded. “So, we’re gonna get married, have an amazing honeymoon, have amazing sex,” You laughed “ have kids in a few years and grow old together, doesn’t sound bad, huh?”

“Not at all.” You kissed him. “Specially not the sex part.”

“Hmm, I know you would like that part, baby.” He smiled.

Cooking (Chocobros)

Another idea I’m revisiting.

Is used to being pampered in all areas of his life. Needless to say, while he does try to cook; he’s actually pretty bad at it. Goldilocks would hate his food because it’s either overcooked or undercooked; never just right. That doesn’t stop him from being proud of what he does manage to cook though.

Actually pretty skilled. He worked on his diet a lot as a kid, and being home alone often meant he needed to be able to look after himself. Cooking actually helps him feel good about himself. Even though he isn’t exactly a gourmet chef, there is quite a bit that he can pull off. Noctis refuses to eat anything he’s made though, too many vegetables.

We’re all well aware he’s the best at food out of all four. Looking into some meta material, we find out that he actually dislikes cooking. Likely because it’s a skill he had to pick up for the sake of dealing with Noctis’ picky eating. So despite how comfortable he is with cooking, he doesn’t really enjoy the process.

Not necessarily bad but struggles with adding flavour. Most of the time, he makes some pretty bland food. It’s edible, but the actual taste leaves a lot to be desired. On relatively rarer occasions, he overdoes it. Either too salty, too sweet or too spicy. He sticks to Cup Noodles because that’s the only food he can consistently manage.

Title: Longing For Home



Rating: E

Length: 48k

Pairings: Dean/Cas (Sam/Eileen)

Warnings: canon divergent, canon-typical violence

Dean rarely visits the bunker. He knows Sam’s got enough people to spend time with in there, even though they’re all just a bunch of librarians. But then a hunt goes wrong, Dean breaks a leg, and is forced to stay with his brother and all his new research buddies while he recuperates. Soon it turns out it wouldn’t be half as bad if it weren’t for Sam’s constant nagging, all the boring nerd duties they put him on, and the annoyingly good-looking new guy who seems to know exactly how to get under Dean’s skin.


A story diverging after season 2 in which Sam doesn’t get stabbed and instead moves into the bunker to become a modern Man of Letters, Dean doesn’t sell his soul for him but continues to hunt, while Cas is not an angel but still pulls Dean out of hell. Not literally, though.

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Different Kind of Punishment.

Summary;Y/N get’s detention for not doing her homework again but Mr.Hemming’s has a different kind of punishment for her. 

word count;800 

Message me if you would like part 2! 

Part 2 will contain sex just a little warning! 

I hope you enjoy this, i had this in my notes and decided i would post it

Y/N Pov

i knew getting involved with him was a bad idea but now i can’t help it.

it was never meant to be like this.

I got detention, nothing knew there.

But something changed, he didn’t look at me the same. I thought something was up with him but i never thought having sex with him would change everything.

I am in love with my teacher and there is nothing i can do about it.

He ignores me every chance he can get and he asked if i could transfer English class.

it’s not fair,but he’s married.

his words to me that night were “i love my wife, i want to make it work”

i never expected it to happen like it did, but who knew detention would lead to having an affair for 4 months with a teacher, a married teacher.

The sex was great, better than i had ever had.

i’m 17 years old and have had 3 boyfriends in high school so i wasn’t a stranger to sex, i have had it plently of times but i never had that feeling i had when i was with him.

nobody knows about not even my best friend Lucy. She would freak out if she knew,she had a crush on him but i never really did until that day.

it has been really hard not having anyone to talk to, i could talk to him but he won’t talk to me.

Yesterday at School just as the bell rang for home time i saw her, his wife. She’s beautiful, everything i wish i was. She has long blonde hair, the body and the face. No wonder he loves her, no wonder he want’s to be with her over me.

They were high school sweethearts he told me, he had the biggest crush on her since Sophomore when he was at school, he talked about her like he still had a crush on her.

It broke my heart, but it was my fault for asking him about her.

Things haven’t been working out in his marriage the last couple of months, anyone could see that at school. He wasn’t himself, always arriving late to class, clothes not ironed and he looked angry like he had just been arguing with someone. Which was probably his wife.

I guess that’s why we kept having sex for four months, i was his escape.

he made me feel special. Yes the sex was rough but sweet.

I really thought he liked me, i remember the first time.

4 Months ago..

It happened on a Wednesday but days before i could tell something was up with him. He stared at me more than he should have, when he passed my table i could feel his hands touch me longer than it should have.

By Wednesday.. i was convinced maybe he liked me but i thought it was just my crazy thinking.

I got to class early because i wanted to see him,it was quiet when i walked in. Mr. Hemmings was just going through some marking when i entered. He looked up and then looked down not saying anything, i thought nothing of it and then i just sat down on my seat.

“Well looks like i’m the first one here again” I mumbled to myself as i tilted my head slightly hoping to get a reaction from him or even a sound.

“SHUT UP” Luke shouted dropping his marking on the table making them spread all of it and fall onto the ground.

He walked around his table angrily over to me, i thought he was going to shout at me but next thing i know his hands are on my waist pulling me up to stand on my feet.

everything happened so quick. i didn’t have time to think or to even breathe and then he spoke

“You need to shut up you prick teasing little bitch”

i was so shocked by his words..

I never thought he would ever speak to me like that and the tone he used aswell shocked me more than anything,but i couldn’t help but feel turned on. It wasn’t a tone he would use when he was shouting at a pupil in class, it was like a dominant voice.

But how am i a prick teasing little bitch? I don’t walk around with my skirt up to my arse, i don’t unbutton my top for him in class, i’m just a normal pupil.

What have i done?

i was about to speak to try and calm him down but he spoke again “ You’re going to listen to me and not speak. The rules are;

Rule 1;You only answer with Yes Sir, No Sir"

Rule 2;Don’t ever call me by my name”

and Rule 3;Never speak of this to anyone"

“Do you understand Y/N” he said

“Ye sir” i spoke.

What is he going to do now..

So guys i hope you liked this, i wrote this ages ago so i’m sorry if it’s shit!

I was going to write the smut part and then post it but i’m going to see if you guys like it or not first. 

Message me or comment if you would like me to continue this. 

Until next time 


Love Morgan xxxxxx

Ok but why is no one talking about how Seth is on Instagram posting pictures of him and Triple H with emo captions. It legit seems like he’s going through a bad break up and all he can do is look up sad quotes on Google. I swear some of these captions are

“you’re not special, you’re not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else”

“you know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well it works both ways”

“at the time, my life just seemed to complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves”

“without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space”

He’s like a salty gf I love it

anonymous asked:

Could I get 60 and 66 for the Drabble things!! Thank you love!!!

you didn’t specify who you wanted them written with so i’m just going to stick with spence!!

60: “Are you going to talk to me?”

Spencer looked down at the bed, you were cuddled up within the blanket but your bottom half were left uncovered so you didn’t overheat. You’d been sick for a full day now, since the crack of dawn you had been rushing from the bed to the bathroom to throw up whatever your stomach had left to give, it had also been accompanied with bad stomach cramps and a raging fever. Spencer had taken the day off work to look after you seeing that you were in no state to do anything for yourself right now.

“How are you feeling?” He asked softly as he sat down on the edge of the bed, he knew you were awake by the way you curled your body away from him. You just groaned in response and tucked yourself into a tighter ball, hands wrapped over your stomach in the stops it would stop hurting.

“Are you going to talk to me?” Spencer chuckled lightly and moved up the bed so he was sat beside you, he brushed your hair out of your face so he could see your grumpy face.

“You gave me food poisoning, asshole. I’m angry at you.” You finally muttered, the first time you’d spoken to him in the whole day. The night before Spencer had decided to cook for you, the first time in the two years you had been dating. In theory this was a good idea, very romantic and thoughtful but obviously it hadn’t turned out so great for you.

“I’m not sick and I ate the same food as you, you must have a stomach virus.” Even though you were sick and Spencer hated seeing you in pain, you still managed to look remarkable cute in his eyes, cuddled up in the blanket with only your eyes visible. You shook your head before patting the pillow next to you.

“Come cuddle me, don’t hold me too tight incase I need to go vomit.” Slowly, you turned onto your side and let Spencer come up behind you, his hands coming around your stomach so he could rub it comfortingly.

“I’ll hold your hair back.” He whispered into your hair as he kissed the top of your head, feeling you relax against him.

66: “How could I ever forget about you?”

“Oh my god, (Y/N) this is too nice!” Garcia squealed in delight as she ripped the remaining wrapping paper off her gift, a pair of bright pink Prada heels, less high than the usual heels she waddled around on.

“Seeing that you’re in the field more now, I thought you could do with some more comfy shoes that are still totally your style.” You grinned and watched as she quickly started slipping off her current pair of shoes to then put on the new ones. “They look great on you, Penelope.” 

“I know! Wait, I need to get your present!” Grabbing her shoes, Garcia started quick walking away to her office. Christmas was your favourite time of year, you loved giving out presents to the people you loved and seeing the excitement on their faces.

With one more gift in your bag, you turned and looked around for your boyfriend, you had purposefully saved the best for last. After spotting him at the coffee machine, you hurried over while taking the large box out from the bag.

“Thought you could escape my gift giving, huh?” You said once Spencer caught sight of you, his face lightening up at the sight. “How could I ever forget about you?” You offered Spencer the box and watched as he hesitated to take it from you. 

“Do you not want to wait until Christmas day?” He asked as you pressed the box against him, making him take it from you.

“I have more gifts then, this is a special one.” Spencer raised an eyebrow before placing the box on the counter and slowly started to unwrap it, he noticed that you were nervously twirling your necklace around which made him wonder what on earth was in the box. When he opened the lid, he was met with an envelope which had a key inside.

“Spencer, move in with me?” He read out the letter, looking to you in shock, as if he was making sure you were being serious before pulling you into a tight hug. You laughed into his chest and hugged him back, your cheeks hurting from how wide you were smiling.

“You’ve got to give me an answer-”

“Yes.” He interrupted you, the conversation about moving in together had been one you’d both been toying with for a while now and it seemed unreal that it was really happening. Every day he would get the pleasure of waking up beside you, spending time doing boring domestic things together, it was something Spencer had never craved until he met you. “Yes, let’s move in together.

Homeless and Jobless

Homeless and jobless

Jughead Jones x Reader

I hope everyone’s seen the latest Riverdale episodes cause I don’t want this to spoil anything for anyone. Enjoy!

Sitting beside Jug and Betty as Jug, ranted about twilight being closed down leaving him out of a job, Veronica and Kevin sitting across from us. I felt bad for him not because he’s my boyfriend but for anyone who loses their job, none of us actually know much about Jugs living situation it’s something he doesn’t talk about and over time we’ve came to accept that.

“What about looking for something else?” I spoke up trying to help him see that there’s always other options.

“Y/N, your parents have money, you have everything so you don’t have to work” Jug, snapped at me, leaving not only myself but everyone else in the booth gobsmacked. No one said anything but I got up to leave anyway, raising my hand slightly to stop the girls who were half way out of the booth from following after me.

It was still light out so I decided to head for sweet water river because I really can’t handle going home right now. Listening to my parents argue all night long, I’m not sure what their arguments are always about but ever since Jason Blossom died they’ve been arguing a lot more than before. I know going to the river isn’t the best idea given that it was just revealed to us all that Jason, was murdered here a few months ago now.

I felt cautious being back here there was no doubt in my mind it was someone in Riverdale that murdered Jason but maybe the person who done it has a list of people who they don’t want around anymore. I felt silly for thinking these things but paranoia was taking over and these thoughts about anything to do with sweet water river will always be in my head.

I sat watching the sun set so it’s fair to say I’ve been here for a fair few hours too numb to move from earlier events at the diner and the wind that had picked up along with the grey clouds now surrounding the sky. Hearing a faint sound of something snapping made me paranoid that someone was here, looking in all directions there was no one to be seen. Until a rock was gliding over the water, turning back around I was a little relieved but mostly angry that they sent him after me.

“I’m sorry” Jughead, spoke now standing directly behind me, turning back to the sun set, I didn’t want to hear his apologies right now. “I fucked up. I should never have spoken to you like that” He sighed and I knew he was fixing the beanie on his head as he spoke, it was something he done often when he was nervous but also out of habit. “I don’t want to ever speak to you like that but I was upset and angry and it’s not an excuse but you know I would never speak to you like that” He carried on trying to justify his outburst. I had already forgiven him the second he spoke because I know he never meant it and he’s never spoken to me like that ever but I wanted to hold out a little longer on him.

“Fuck it” He mumbled, coming to kneel down in front of me. “I fucking love you and if I have to grovel for days, weeks even months I will” I smiled slightly but quickly tried to hide it, failing miserably. “Is that I smile I see” He smiled back at me, taking both my hands in his. “Maybe” I muttered, my own smile returning. “I love you too by the way” Looking up to him properly, seeing the glistening of his eyes and a smile as big as the suns. Grabbing his face in my hands I gently placed my lips onto his always plump and inviting ones, a drop of rain landing on my cheek as we both pulled apart. The heavens had opened up and within seconds both of us were soaked. “How romantic are we getting” Jug, joked taking my hand in his as we ran our way towards what I could only assume to be twilight the harsh rain making it difficult to see while running.

Finally in the shelter of the movie room, it was weird seeing the roles of films either hung up or in cabinets and one in the stand that was played last night. “Juggie, who’s is the bed?” I asked, hanging my jacket over an old chair, looking around at the things that are already here. It didn’t take more than a couple of minutes to know it all belongs to Jughead. “Jug, no” I gasped, finding a few of his plaid shirts that he ties around his waist. Turning to face him, his face held no emotion, arms crossed over his chest, just staring at one another. “Now you know homeless and jobless”. Shrugging trying to joke about the situation he’s in, my heart felt like it was literally breaking for him. “Juggie” I sighed, closing the space between us, engulfing him in a hug. Resting my chin on his chest, I looked up seeing the small sparkle still evident in his eyes even with him losing his job and the place he lives. “I wish you would have told me sooner” I couldn’t even be angry with him over this because I understand why he never told us but I really wish he would have. “I’ll figure it out” Smiling down at me, his hand rubbing circles on my back as we stayed in our embrace. “We’ll figure it out” I corrected, kissing his clothed chest.

Stressed Out (Yoongi x Reader)

Author Note: First of all, I’m sorry it took so long to write this. I hope the anon who requested this is still here to rear it ahahhah.

Request: Can you write a Yoongi scenario where he’s really stressed trying to write a song and you try helping him but he just gets upset and says really hurtful things to you. You get upset and run out of the house. He doesn’t get worried until you’ve been gone almost all night, so he goes looking for you and when he finds you you’re all beaten up and hurt (by bad “fans”) he feels really guilty and makes it up to you.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

It was almost two days. Two days that Yoongi didn’t put his nose out of his studio. Every time you tried to get him to go out he always told you he wanted first to finish that song he had in mind.
Yoongi was a perfectionist, and you knew that if he had something in mind he wouldn’t have been in peace with himself if he didn’t accomplish that first.

You decided to prepare pizza and then bring it to him. You thought it was a good idea since it was his favourite food. You spent all afternoon making it, and you were pretty satisfied with the result.
You eyed your watch, seeing it was almost 7 o'clock.
By feet, it would have took you thirty minutes so you put on your coat and went out. The air was freezing, your nose was red and you couldn’t feel your fingers anymore. The city lights were the only source of light which gave you the illusion it could give you warmness.
Completely frozen, you arrived at Big Hit building, watching the food you had prepared in your hands. You hoped it wasn’t too bad to eat. You know, it was cold outside…

You opened slowly the door of Yoongi’s studio, stepping carefully on the floor trying not to disturb him. You slowly pecked his cheek and lightly chuckled afterwards, posing the pizza on his desk.
“Look what I’ve-”
“Why the hell are you here?! I’ve already told you I can’t write and you come here! I need silence and I need to be alone, fuck! Why are you so stubborn? Couldn’t you wait a few hours more?” He yelled at you, making you flinch. You tried to keep your tears in, but you were so frail in that moment.
“I thought- I thought- You ignore me at home too! Only because you can’t write!! I want to help you, if you relax you’ll be more inspired! I was only-”
“Weel you thought bad! I don’t need you now, and I asked you not to come. I done want to see you or whatever you prepared. It won’t help me write. Get out.” He said, sternly. This was the side you most despised of Yoongi. He could be really sweet and caring for you, but he could not stop himself from being this straightforward when he was upset.
You didn’t wait any longer, you left the trail with the pizza and got out of there.

He sighed, not caring to turn around.

As you exited the building, numerous girls who you recognised as Armys came to you. You and Yoongi had gone official months before, so they knew very well what you looked like. Obviously, they were really angry at you because you were “stealing their oppa away from them”, as they said.
You quietly asked them to leave you alone, because you weren’t in the mood, but instead of listening to you, they started beating you up. You were starting to getting bruises everywhere, your nose was bleeding, and so was doing your mouth. Your leg hurt but you didn’t know if it was broken or if it had been the very hit.
It was really cold, no one walked by there at that time at night. You slowly closed your eyes, tired and destroyed both phisically and mentally, while your boyfriend was busy eating his hamburger at his studio.

After three long hours of doing nothing, since he didn’t seem to find anything enough acceptable for his standards, he decided it was finally time to get home.
It was past two in the morning that he got home. Fondly sure you were already asleep, he quietly walked in your shared bedroom. However, once he noticed you weren’t in bed, a deep frown rose in his usually calm and relaxed features. Where were you? At home there was a deep silence, he knew you weren’t there.
He started panicking, his heartbeat increased with every minute passing. He was scared, but he had to find you. So he did.

He searched for you for about twenty minutes, only to find your weak figure on the floor, drained blood on your face, on your clothes. His eyes got wide, and he immediately felt a pang in his chest, together with the guilty feeling and the tears falling down his eyes.
He ran to you, trying to wake you up. He flinched at the contact with your freezing skin, getting even more scared. He picked you up bridal style and got home as soon as possible.
He cleaned the blood from your skin, he changed your clothes and tried to warm your body with blankets and clothes wet with hot water. He felt to useless, so stupid for taking is frustration on you; now he was seeing where it took him. He only hoped you could wake up soon, and while waiting, he started caressing your cheeks.
“I’m- I’m so sorry… Y/N… please forgive me” His fingers stroked gently yours, as your face that was gaining again his colour contorted in a pained expression.
“Yoongi…” you mumbled, trying to get up. He stopped you right then, and said “Oh my god, I’m so relieved now. I’m sorry, I really am, Y/n… If I hadn’t been a jerk to you this wouldn’t have happened, I’m so sorry, really-”
Now it was your time to interrupt him “Don’t worry, love. I’ll be ok. You understood your mistake, it’s ok.” You lightly smiled at him.
“You’re so precious it’s unbelievable” he chuckled, approaching to kiss the tip of your nose.

Since he felt extremely guilty, he decided to make it up to you. He took you to his studio, where you listened him trying his rap lines, composing and where you helped him. Beacuse yes, he discovered having you there with him was actually an inspiration for him, and it helped him not to get frustrated on everything. You helped him to find his peace and he was grateful to you beacuse of that.

I’m sorry it was short, hope you enjoyed!

Originally posted by pjkook

I had a really bad day today, so here’s a drawing of Chris Evans, hope you like it. 
by  Carolina Lta ( @littlemorrison // @mycrystalhorse)

Something that would happen and you can't tell me otherwise
  • Wes: *goes up to Danny*
  • Danny: Hey We--
  • Wes: *kisses him*
  • Danny: *blushes green*