this show should be called idiots

my tribute to the wonderful and legendary jasper jordan

(Disclaimer: English isn’t my mother tongue, so I already apologize for any mistakes)
Jasper Jordan deserves - or rather now - deserved better. 

And you might agree - you might be sad about the fact that Jasper died or you might be unaffected - hell, I’ve read enough comments about people wanting Jasper to die, because they thought he’s annoying. Annoying. Fuck - that’s just - actually that’s messed up. But this isn’t about the people that have hated or still hate on Jasper, this tribute is dedicated to this wonderful fictional character I learned to love and appreciate. 

We got to know Jasper as this funny, dorky guy in S1 - people loved him for being positive, for being funny, for being naive, but brave at the same time. People loved him in S1, because he was easy to love. Because positive, funny people are easy to love - you seem them smile and they make you smile - and what’s there not to love? 

S2 Jasper - yeah, he was inspiring, wasn’t he? He was so fucking brave, he stood up for himself, for his friends in Mount Weather, he took the lead, because Clarke or Bellamy weren’t there - and he was motivating everyone else. S2 Jasper was inspiring people to do something, S2 Jasper was brave and fierce and - and he fell in love with this wonderful girl named Maya - and then everything went downhill from there. Everyone in Mount Weather died, Maya died - and Jasper - Jasper felt so safe in Mount Weather, he felt at peace, safe - ‘till he didn’t. 

Because while we got to know Jasper as this funny, dorky guy in S1 - people tend to forget what actually happened to him in S1. This boy is 16 years old and he was kidnapped by grounders and speared - he almost died. His friends died - and there was danger everywhere - but Jasper continued to be strong, continued to be this funny, dorky guy that people easily loved. He almost died again later, when Murphy threatened to kill him - so Jasper was constantly in danger, he was constantly on the edge of death, but people tend to forget that, because in S2 everything seems to be okay with Jasper - right? Because it didn’t affect him at all - and that’s where people are so wrong. 

Jasper suffered from PTSD - and this is canon - end of discussion. And his portray of PTSD was so real and raw and it’s actually sad that people only view it as annoying. Jasper didn’t suddenly “get depressed”, because of a girl “he just met”. I’ve read this so so many times and I can’t believe people can misinterpret a character and their storyline so heavily. This 16 year old boy went through so much, daily, they were basically at war  - he was on the edge of death - daily - at the age of 16 !!! - and if that’s not fucking traumatizing. But - I think what really affected him was that he thought Mount Weather would be safe. That they could be at peace and safe - that they could eat as much chocolate cake as they want and he could flirt with this cute girl from across the room - but as it turns out - he was never safe. The people in Mount Weather betrayed them and in the end his own people betrayed Jasper - or at least that’s how Jasper felt. And as Jasper said, they went to earth to see if it’s survivable - and from what he’s seen - it’s not. 

We’re at S3 now - and when I look back, I’ve always loved Jasper, but you know what, if I’m being honest - I really fell in love with Jasper in S3. And that’s pretty ironic, because people hated on Jasper constantly at that point. And why? Because he couldn’t deal with what happened and tried to cope with alcohol? Because he felt betrayed by his closest friends? Because the girl he fell in love with died in his arms and he couldn’t do anything about it? Because this sixteen year old boy suffered from so much trauma and never really experienced safety on earth? Because he suffers from a real and valid mental illness - PTSD? Because all I’ve read - all these arguments are “Jasper should just get over it”, “they all went through something traumatic” - but that’s the thing - Jasper isn’t everyone else. And you should never expect everyone to deal with their trauma the same way you do. You should never expect someone, who went through hell, to just get over it - and you should never expect Jasper to just get over it, because there are people on the show that went through something similar and are not as affected as Jasper was. 

And you might say that S3 Jasper is just “a drunken idiot”, annoying, broken, useless - I don’t care what ugly word you want to throw at him - but you know what? Jasper protected Raven, he actually saved her. Jasper - the apparently annoying, useless mess that you wanted dead - saved and rescued Raven. Jasper was a hero. 

And it’s funny, because people call Jasper selfish, self-absorbed and annoying - and I could never see that. Jasper is one of the most caring and loving people on the show and if you want to disagree - fine - but we saw Jasper, while he was positive and dorky - and he helped people, cared about them and showed bravery - and we saw Jasper, while he felt broken and while he drank himself to unconciousness - and he still cared about people, saved Raven, tried to comfort Octavia after Lincoln died or Monty after his mum died - but so many people still had the nerve to call him selfish. Because he can’t just suck it up or act like he’s fine? Because he’s not like every other character? 

But while you view him as an annoying character and hate him for acting like this - I just love him more. And just as Devon said - you shouldn’t hate on Jasper, because he’s hard to deal with right now - you should love him for that - you should want to help him, try to show empathy, try to understand him and everything he’s been through. 

Because while Jasper might be a fictional character - PTSD and depression are still valid and real mental illnesses. And some people might identify with Jasper - and seeing him - this representation - might help them. There might be many Jaspers out there - and the fact that people have the nerve to call him annoying, because he can’t cope with everything the way the other characters did - well that’s beyond fucked up. 

But you know what? I feel sorry for you. I feel sorry if you can’t love a character like Jasper, if you can’t see his complexity and the beauty of this character and the importance of his storyline. I don’t need to see perfect and well-collected characters on TV - I don’t need to see characters that always do what’s right and I don’t need to see characters that never make mistakes. Because that’s not realistic. It wouldn’t portray the reality. 

Jasper is a good person, he has a big heart, he’s selfless, brave, loving, passionate, open-minded and he cherishes freedom more than any other character. Jasper is someone, who wouldn’t force his opinion onto you - and he wouldn’t judge you for yours. Jasper doubts himself and he’s insecure, he blames himself for not being able to just act fine - and yes, Jasper is suicidal and he suffers from PTSD - and Jasper will probably die tonight - but Jasper isn’t his mental illness and Jasper will always be more than his death, Jasper will always be more than annoying and Jasper will always be more than this dorky, funny guy in S1 that everyone apparently misses. 

Jasper deserves better. Jasper deserved better. And we deserved to see him getting better, we deserved to see him overcome this - we deserved to see him smiling, him being close, best friends with Monty again - Jasper Jordan is maybe 17 years old now and he deserved so much more than that - and I really hoped we would’ve seen more of his journey, because his storyline, his arc could’ve been truly meaningful - but the writers apparently don’t agree. 

But you know what - Jasper Jordan is legendary and amazing nevertheless - he’ll always be a hero and a great character in my view. 

And at this point I also wanted to thank Devon for portraying Jasper - thank you for getting Jasper, for really trying to understand him and thank you for giving 100% every. single. time. - even when you just had limited screen time or too short scenes. Jasper will always be alive in our hearts, because you portrayed him so beautifully and because you tried to truly understand him in a way unfortunately many viewers couldn’t. 

And he might’ve not survived, but that’s not what he wanted - because Jasper wanted to live - and he always will - in our hearts. :)

Jasper Jordan is a legend. See you on the other side, my friend.

Headcanon: If the SLBP guys accidentally time travelled to the future (part 1)

A.N: A imagine from me XD I admit I am beyond bored in my class 😂😂😂

Tagging @jemchew , and @rainbowatnight (SURPRISE HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER

Will post part 2 with 4 other lords soon!)



• You thought he would freak out

• seeing that he was in a wholly, different, weird, alienic world than his

• But

• “I demand you to show me this fortress of yours now.”

• Not only he is not freaking out; he has a smug look on

• “Excuse me?”

• “Is my orders that difficult to grasp you insolent woman?”

• “No, I meant why in hell should I even show you every corner of my house!” You snapped back

• “What, you dare defy my orders?”

• You groaned

• well you should show him who’s the big shot or that big head of his is going to get bigger

• “Yes, so?”

• Nobunaga widened his eyes.

• Did she, a lowly misbehaved insolent idiotic woman just spoke back at him?

• “Now, Mister Oda Nobunaga, three things you should know is-” You cleared your throat “First, I am the person who brought you in after you crashed on my roof so you have no right in hell to get rude at me. Second, you shall not call me INSOLENT. Third, I am the boss here and I make the rules. You overcross them, out. UNDERSTOOD?”

• Okay maybe he’d underestimated the people in this world.

• they sure had a short fused temper.

• “…understood.”

• Well he would go along for this once

• plainly because he isn’t familiar with this place.

• When he is

• You are going to get it from him.

• “So” you handed a broom, a mop and a bucket to him and he looked at you, puzzled.

• “Why are you giving me this-”

• “Did you expect me to clean the mess you made?” You gestured at the pile of debris from the broken roof.

• He glared at you

• “Woman, do you even know who I a-”

• “Oda Nobunaga, yes. So go clean up.”

• He stared at you

• and you gave him the finger before strutting away to your room in all your glory

• leaving him with a mop

• a broom

• a bucket

• a pile of debris

• and a raging feel to strangle you on sight.

• Forget about the whole get-it-from-him part

• he is going to kill you


• “What is this?”

• “Uh… a toaster?”

• He looked at you quizzically, finger still pointing at the recently identified object known as toaster.

• “What is it used for…?”

• “Uh…” you pondered “…for toasting bread..?”

• The question mime isn’t finished yet, though.

• “…may I ask how to operate it-”

Thought you’d never ask… you smirked to yourself.

• You eagerly grabbed two slices of bread and showed him how to use the toaster

• “See… when you hear a ‘ding’, it means the bread is already uh…. suitable for eating.”

• “Really? But…” He pointed at the pieces of brownish deliciously looking toast. “…they don’t look edible to me…”

• “Huh?” You looked at him mouth gaping and he gave you a apologetic look

• “It has…. quite a unpleasant colour… Mmph-!”

• You stuffed a slice of the ‘unpleasantly coloured’ bread into his mouth before he even get to finish his sentence and he gave you a look of shell shocked hesitation. You cheshire grinned up at him

• “Don’t knock it until you try it~~~”

• You winked at him playfully, and with a sigh

• *chomps*

• he bit into the crunchy brownish roasted grain and

• “!!!”

• Wow

• You thought to yourself

• this is the first time you saw a person, a real one, looking so… sparkly eyed by eating a toasted piece of plain bread

• His eyes could outshone a billion stars and power up every solar panel in Japan with their blinding realization of the taste of

• the legendary toast

• Yes

• That’s gotta be it

• “May I… have another piece?” He shyly (not shyly) raised his empty but crumb-filled hand in eagerness and embarrassment.

• You smiled at him and grabbed a loaf off the dining table

• “Sure!” You squeaked and he smiled back

• Moral value of the story

• no one could ever resist toast

• not even the legendary perfect af Mitsuhide.

• *evil cackle*


• “G-gaah….”

• You deadpanned

• “Yukimura… for God’s sake please stop staring at those girls they’d probably think you are a pervert-”

• “Bu-but… they… woman… dressed… legs…. GAH!!!!!” He shrieked hyper high pitched after blubbering a mess of jumbled words into a full (or maybe half) sentence to you, face redder than chillies

• You sighed

• maybe it was a bad idea bringing him with you

• But you just wanted to buy some clothes for him at the nearest shopping centre - he couldn’t go full on cosplay 24/7, absolutely no

• and

• he did said that…

*30 minutes ago*

• “I REFUSE TO LET A WOMAN WANDER ON THE STREETS ALONE AT NIGHT!!!!! As a man, it is my responsibility to protect you!”

• “But- ”

• “I won’t hear any of this! I’ll just tag along and you do your thing!” Yukimura straightened his back confidently


• …just like that

• but now you are not that certain who is the protector

• Who would know that Yukimura would be so terrified of women in skimpy miniskirts?

• “W-why do they… wear so… thin…”

• You looked at Yukimura who is turning pale-ish with scarlet tints to the ears

• …looks like you gotta get him outta here or the poor boy is going to combust

• “Yukimura, come here” You tugged on his arm forcefully, intending to lead him to a nearby department

• “GAH!!”

• You looked back at him, a huge question mark forming on your head

• “I- I can walk on my.. own…” Yukimura said, face darkened into a more prominent shade of scarlet than you thought possible, prying his arm away from yours and walked awkwardly towards a store.

• “Yukimura,”

• He almost jumped at the mention of his name

• “Y-yes!”

• “The clothing department’s this way”

• “O-oh… ok.”

• You almost laughed but you pinched yourself to hide it

• what a flustered cinnamon he is


• “….little lady…”

• “What is it Saizo” you called out, hands fumbling over some stray pins and rubber bands on your hair

• “Your device is singing”

• Saizo spoke, monotone as always

• “Just ignore it” You said, holding a pin with your mouth due to your already full hands “-oh wait, can you tell me the words on my phone?”

• Saizo glanced at the black device that had just sprinted bright with life and music “Mom.”

• “Ogh mom..” You mumbled, hairpin still between your teeth when it dawned on you

• “WAIT MOM?!!!”

• There was a violent thud, some crashing


• You sprinted towards Saizo, grabbed the phone from his hands and received the call

• “Hello? Mom??” you tucked a hand in your disheveled hair

• Saizo looked at you indifferently, watching your face gradually becoming pale

• “NO….! MOM NO…! Don’t come please I am not ready how many times had I told you I DONT HAVE A BOYFRIEND IT IS TRUE THAN THE FACT YOU ARE MY MOTHER”

• well Saizo had a hunch that things are going to be entertaining in a sense

• “MOM…! NO-” you paused your yelling, and stared in disbelief at your phone

• She had hung up on you

• she is coming

• right now

• and

• You looked at Saizo


• as expected, Saizo merely shrugged

• “Why should I?”

• You groaned

• “Please…. HELP… or if she sees you you and me are going to die”

• He raised a eyebrow, clearly amused “and why is that?”

• You almost pulled out your hair

• “Saizo, I AM SERIOUS. If she sees you… then… you are going to…”

• “What?”

• “become… my… boyfriend… or let’s just say… fiance… because my mom came to keep an eye on me and… she is kinda… anxious in marrying me to any guy…”

• Now it was his turn to look at you

• “No.”


• “I don’t-” Saizo’s speech was interrupted by a roar that suspiciously sounded like a engine from your lawn and you spotted a suspiciously familiar looking car just outside….

• “I DONT CARE ANYMORE YOU ARE GOING WITH ME!” you screamed, grabbed his hand

• pushed him in a closet, and locked it

• The door popped open and out came your mom

• “DARLINGGGG how are you lately!!!”

•You sweatdropped at the sight of her imposing image and Saizo’s attempts to get out of the locked closet

• “Uh… just fine mom!” you piped up when you hear a loud thump from the closet behind you

• “Um sweetie what was that?”

• You gave a good kick to the closet beside you


Requested by Anon: Sherlock x reader. The reader is Sherlock’s girlfriend and she is allergic to latex and there is an accident when a new police officer hands her a piece of evidence causing her to have a bad reaction.

(gif not mine but writing is)

Not the evidence you need

Standing in the kitchen of 221B Baker Street, you watch as your tea slowly brews. Occasionally you glance at your boyfriend who was sitting in his chair, Sherlock Holmes. He wore a purple shirt, black jacket and trousers. His cheekbones were chiseled and his hair fell in dark curls. Sat in the chair opposite was his best friend Dr John Watson. A shorter man who wore a checkered shirt and had hair that was a mixture of light brown and the odd strand of grey. It can be quite difficult being the girlfriend of the world famous ‘consulting detective’. Sherlock isn’t very affectionate a lot and you could not think of a time that you were really intimate together. Come to think of it becoming his girlfriend was something that sort of just happened. You had now been together for two months and despite the peculiarities, you enjoyed every second of it. 

Taking out the teabag and adding a splash of milk, you dust off you black skirt and blue top. Hearing the faint buzz of Sherlock’s mobile phone, you watch him stand up almost automatically and put on his long dark coat. “Murder” he exclaims with a smile on his face. “John, (Y/N), I need your help.“Following Sherlock’s lead all three of you walk down the stairs and out of 221B to hail a cab. On the way you hand your cup of tea to Mrs Hudson. “It’s fresh, enjoy it for me.” you say to her smiling as she accepts the cup. 

Sherlock’s job always intrigued you so when he started to ask you to accompany him, you jumped at the chance. Even Sherlock noticed that the idiots on the force stopped calling him ‘freak’ when he starting flaunting his girlfriend. It took them a while but they have finally stopped offering you gloves when you arrived at a crimescene. You are allergic to latex and it was always best to be safe. They now started to have new forensic and police members at the crime scenes that Sherlock attends to as special training. Greg the inspector at Scotland Yard thought that the newbies should learn from one of the best and well Sherlock loves to show off. 

Stepping out of the cab the three of you approached the house and you could see the signs of a forced entry. Following Sherlock you look around the scene. A lifeless body of woman lay on the floor. A struggle had taken place by the looks of it as shattered glass lay scattered around the body.  There were familiar faces at this scene Greg showing Sherlock something of interest he had found, Anderson hiding in the corner. 

“Hi” said a face that you had not seen before as he slowly approached you. He was a new police officer, around the same age of you, tall and fair haired, he looked a bit nervous. You smiled and raised your hand in acknowledgement. “I’m Jack. So you are a friend of THE Sherlock Holmes.” he asked.You giggled to yourself. “I guess you could say that. I’m (Y/N).”  you chuckled. “How long have you been on the force?“ "My second week but my first murder.” he replied smiling at you and his eyes sparkling. He suddenly nervously looked at the floor. “I… was wondering if maybe sometimes… we could…”

“Jack I need you to have a look at this.” Greg called. You also noticed Sherlock glaring at Jack with a look that said don’t ever do that again. "It looks like that guy has really taken a shine to you and it made a certain someone very jealous.“ John laughed as he walked to stand next to you. "Oh Sherlock, always the idiot. The poor guy was only introducing himself.” you say as you stare at your boyfriend. 

You always found it fascinating and mesmerising watching him work. He was like a coiled spring as he studied the scene and examined the body. You weren’t sure what expression you had on your face when Sherlock looked up at you but your pupils must of dilated because he had a smirk on his face.You could feel your cheeks growing warmer as you blushed, making Sherlock’s smile even wider. 

Staring over his shoulder, you glanced at John’s notes. Despite Sherlock never admitting it, John was a lot smarter than he claimed to be. Judging by what was written and the deductions that Sherlock was making aloud, this case will be solved quickly. Though the boys occasionally valued your input, you did sometimes feel that most of the time you stood around agreeing with what they were saying. 

“Hey (Y/N), take a look at this.” said Jack, he must have sensed your boredom. You stretched your arm out, with your hand open. “We think it may be significant. Originally I thought it could have been a domestic dispute but I think that a baby could be the key to this case.” he said placing the item in your hand. “There are several of these around the room but the one taken for testing could have something hidden inside of it." 

Your fingers stroked the object as your hand opened. Jack had given you a pacifier. You took a closer look at the object in your hand. "There are some strange scratches on the handle.” you deduce as you examine the pacifier. “Odd for these materials. The strong plastic and the… latex.” Your eyes widened as it fell from your hands. Almost instantly your throat began to tighten. “(Y/N) what’s wrong?” Jack said with a look of panic on his face. “Sir?” he called as he turned his head round to look at Greg. 

Clutching to the wall your body falls, making you sit on the floor. Heavily gasping for air, desperate for oxygen as you could barely breath. “(Y/N)!” Sherlock yells with worry as he rushes over to you. “Move!” he shouts at Jack as he pushes him out of the way. You wanted to tell him that it wasn’t Jack’s fault it was an accident. But you could not speak. John hurriedly called the emergency services on his mobile, he knew how serious this was. 

“Where is it?” Sherlock murmured as he rummaged through your handbag whilst kneeling over you. A tear starts to roll down your cheek as continued to gasp for air, you were starting to feel tired. Finally Sherlock had found the epipen he was looking for. He looked down at your skirt and then back up to your face. “Everyone look away!” he shouted. Even in that moment of emergency it seemed that your dignity still came first. As if working by clockwork, everybody turned away from you and stared at the wall. They knew better than to defy Sherlock, especially on such a serious matter. As gently as he could under the circumstances, he hitched up your skirt. “(Y/N), keep your eyes on me. Just look at me.” he said tenderly, he knew that you hated needles and wanted you to focus on something else. 

With urgency he jabbed the epipen into your thigh, making you flinch and grab onto the sleeve of his coat. After ten long seconds had passed he removed it and rubbed your thigh where the needle had been and then pulled your skirt back down. Holding one of your hands in his, he gently stroke your face with the other, wiping the tears from your cheek. Slowly your breathing became steadier, though your body began to shake with the shock of it all. The adrenaline was working its magic. You mouthed the words ‘thank you’ to him, making him smile. “John, she’s Ok now isn’t she?” he said. 

Kneeling down next to him, John began to examine you. Glancing at the discarded pacifier, Sherlock’s smile faded. “Where is the idiot who gave you that?” he growled whilst he began to stand up. Quickly your hands began to claw at Sherlock’s coat, pulling him back down towards you. “Sherlock. Be. Nice.” you said whilst breathing loudly, as you looked into each others eyes. Sherlock still looked worried, even though he was trying not to let it show.  

“She’s reacting well to the adrenaline but we should wait for the ambulance to get here so they can check her. As long as she does not move, she’ll be fine.” said John with a reassuring smile. 

“Guys, I’m fine.” you say confidently whilst standing up. The sudden movement made the room spin and your legs buckle. Sherlock held you supportingly as he gently pulled you back onto the floor. 

“Idiot.” Sherlock said sarcastically making you giggle. The sound of your laughter made him smile. He leant over you and tenderly placed a kiss on your forehead and then another on your hand. 

Relief washed over him as the sound of ambulance sirens began to drone in the distance. 

“Hope you enjoyed the show.” Joji

Anon Request: Could you maybe do one where the reader walks in on Joji masturbating?


I freely walked into Joji’s apartment after unlocking it with a spare key and looked around the crowded living room for my phone. Flipping the couch cushions over, I found nothing but crumbs, dust, and coins. I sighed heavily. Where hell did I put it? I spent hours with Joji tonight, just hanging out like we usually do and somehow I managed to misplace my phone. The thing that I’m on the most, I lose. Incredible. I sat on the couch and groaned. It was late and I was tired, and I was sure that Joji was asleep since it was already one thirty in the morning. I didn’t want to wake him with my loud exasperated grunts and helpless groans so I fixed the couch pillows and stood in the middle of the living room with my hands on my hips.

“The kitchen!” I whispered to my self as I had an ‘ah-ha!’ moment. 

The counters, once covered with bottles of alcohol and empty beer cans, was now spotless. I looked under the sink cabinets and in the rest of the cabinets and drawers in the kitchen. I looked at the fridge and told myself I wasn’t going to look like a dumbass and open the fridge and look for my phone knowing it wasn’t in there. I gave up and opened it anyways, scanning the inside of the cold, metal refrigerator. Moving things around as neatly as I possibly could despite being in panic mode, I saw no sight of my phone. I didn’t want to check Joji’s room because I didn’t want to wake him but I just absolutely needed my phone for tomorrow morning. I told myself I would be quiet and that he wouldn’t even realize I was here, taking one step at a time slowly. I creeped halfway down the small hall, the wood creaking once I took my last step before I reached the middle of the hall…but Joji’s room was the last door down and it felt like an eternity just passed by while taking those few steps. I sighed and hung my head low. Pausing for a moment, my ears perked up when I heard a low groan coming from Joji’s room. His door was ajar, and despite the fact the the hall was dark, the thin crack full of light illuminated the wooden floor. Having the thought maybe he was injured in some form, I called out to him in a whisper, “Joj?”

I calmly stepped closer to the door bit by bit, eager to see what was wrong. At first I was scared, not knowing if he was hurt or not feeling well, but my thoughts stopped when I heard my name being called in a breathy groan, “Y/N..” 

He must’ve known I was there so there was no more use in trying to creep around or be sneaky. I let my shoulders drop and I sighed, making my way to the door. With my hand held out to open the door some more, I stopped when a moan filled my ears. I didn’t know what to do. Joji was probably in there getting busy with someone…but why would he say my name? Maybe he was hurt in some way and needed my help. I leaned my face forward, looking through the crack of the door and my lips went dry. My eyes were wide as I saw Joji sitting in bed, his back against the mahogany headboard, with his dick in his hand slightly jerking himself. He was bigger than I’d expected. I wanted to stop watching him, I knew it was an invasion of privacy…but it was too good to look away. 

“Oh, fuck, Y/N.” he let out in a begging tone.

He took full grasp of his length in his hand and his movements became faster. I sensed sexual tension between us at times, and there were moments where I’d catch myself staring at his crotch, imagining how big he was and if he was god in bed. Thinking I wasn’t his type, I’d have to stop myself from thinking things like that. Joji was just a friend of mine, but I wanted more and I couldn’t help but feel he wanted the same..and now I definitely knew he did. Now there I was, watching him relieve himself. I thought nothing of it, and I enjoyed it thoroughly. His hair was a bit longer than usual so it got in his face and didn’t bother moving it out of the way. He threw his head back and moaned louder than the last one’ he leaned against the headboard with his shoulders low, no longer hunched over, fully displaying his thick length as he pumped himself quickly. He let out swears as he panted, one hand on his cock and the other dropping the bed sheets. Joji’s mouth was slightly agape as his moans followed en suite after one another. It made me wet watching him tease himself like he did; the way shut his eyes and tried suppressing his moans to keep from being loud made me drip like a leaking faucet. I bit my lip as he grunted heavily. Joji let out his last set of loud moans as his length twitched in his hands. He came in spurts but continued pumping himself until he was done. Joji sat there minutes after and sighed. I watched him get up and begin to clean himself, I decided to walk quickly to the front door and act like I was never here. I exited the apartment and knocked on the door like how I should’ve in the first place. I heard him call out in a mutter, seconds later the door swung open and Joji was wearing nothing but sweats.

“Hey, Y/N.” he smiled, “What’s up?”

“I think I forgot my phone here.” I said trying not to sound out of breath, so I covered up my tracks by saying, “I ran here…it’s important. I need it for tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, yeah.” he said as he left from his spot near the door and wandered around, he disappeared into the corridor and came back seconds later with my cellular device in his hand, “I, uh, kept it in my room for safe keeping. I was going to drop by your place in the morning and hand it off to you.”

“Thanks.” I smiled taking my phone, “I’ll see you later.”

As I walked a few feet away, I was practically shitting myself since I didn’t hear his door shut. I stopped dead in my tracks when he called out from behind me. I turned around and he said, “Next time you sneak in, you might wanna make sure you don’t drop this.” he smirked as he took my keys out from his pocket. 

He tossed them to me and I mentally face-palmed, I didn’t even hear them fall out.“Hope you enjoyed the show.” he winked with an idiotic smile on his face.

“I did…maybe next time you should invite me.” I answered as I turned around and walked off, making sure I saw him bite his lip.

Submited by: @teamfreewill-imagine

I love this gif so freaking much!!!

Call her, you idiot! (Jensen x Reader)

“Hey dude… What’s so funny?” - Jared asked Jensen, walking in his trailer.

“Nothing…” - After saying that he giggled and paused whatever he was watching on Netflix.

“Yeah, right! I’ve heard you laughing from the outside. What are you watching?”

Jensen turned his laptop and Jared saw the name of the show.

“Really? (Y/N)’s new show? Again?”

“Shut up”

“You’re so stupid… I already told you: When she was working here you two were really close. You have her number. Call her, you idiot!”

“Maybe I shouldn’t”

“Maybe you should.”

“Maybe I will.”

“Then I’ll leave you to it.” - Jared walked to the door but decided against leaving. Jensen frowned.

“Can you go so I can call her?”

“No… I kinda wanna watch you stumble over your words like the last time we saw her.”

Idiot - Justin Foley

Originally posted by rafaelasgomes

Request: an imagine where you and Justin play fight

Word count: 1041

Pairing: Justin Foley x reader

I’m not really sure if this is what you asked for or if it is good but I tried my best, enjoy it xxx

You were laying on your bed doing some homework due to the next day. You  putted your music in your ears and turned the volume on. This was the way you could concentrate the best. You were struggling with a math problem when suddenly someone started to play with your hair. It was your best friend Justin, during your friendship you started to develop feelings for him but you never told him, the friendship you had was too special. You wouldn’t want to ruin that in a million years. Justin was always there for you, he picked you up every morning, he gave you compliments because he knew how insecure you were, when you were sad he came to comfort you with ice cream. And besides of his actions Justin was extremely handsome, he had such a hypnotising smile and his eyes, don’t even get me started on his eyes. Was it even possible not to fall in love with the boy. But you weren’t alone, Justin had an on and off relationship with Jessica. One week they were Liberty high’s cutest couple other week they couldn’t even look each other in the eye. You always listened when he went on and on about her, how she was total bitch and he should just end it. Every time he said he would end it for good you got a little hope, but it never happened.  

“Well hello there! What are you doing here, I didn’t know we were going to meet?” you smiled at you best friend.

“Your mom let me in, I was around the corner and I was wondering how you were so I thought why not give my best friend a visit.”

“Of course you were around the corner, you live there idiot.”

“What did you just call me?” he said while a stupid smirk started to show on his face, you knew what was going to follow so you already started to run around your room.

“No Justin noo quit it with the tickles”

He started chasing you, escaping was impossible. Justin picked you up around your waist throwing you on the bed. He pinned your hands above your head with one hand, he placed one hand on your stomach.

“So what did you call me?” he asked again with a huge smile on his face.

“ I called you the most beautiful human being on the planet, now let go!”

“Soo first calling me an idiot and now lying, you did this to yourself.”

“No Justin please!” You were too late the horrible tickling began. You were moving and stamping so maybe he let go. With all the force you had you tried to escape out of Justin’s grip. Suddenly your hands got free, you picked his hands and you  turned him over. Now you sat on top of him.

“Now I’m in control.” You said with a grin on your face. You tried to tickle him and tried to find his weak spots but you failed. Justin was a basketball player so he was pretty strong, you could have known you no chance.

“Obviously I’m in control.” He said while laughing. Suddenly something changed, Justin was looking at you with his playful eyes but they were different than the others times he tried to tickle or playfight you. He looked so loving and caring. You didn’t want this moment to end, ever.

“What is it?” you asked with your hands still held by Justin so you couldn’t tickle him.

“I’m just enjoying my incredible view.” You were shocked by what he said.

“What..euh..what do you mean?”

“I think you know what I mean.” He said while pulling you closer. He let go of your hands when he put your face between his hands and pulled you closer. Justin kissed you, his lips felt so good on yours. They were so soft and warm, also his kiss was gentle and careful. You loved every part about it but you didn’t kiss him back.

“I’m so sorry y/n, I shouldn’t have done that, I just thought..”

“You thought you could use me as a rebound because you have a bad week with Jessica?”

“Do you think I would ever do that?” he asked with a disappointed look on his face

“I don’t know, you’ve been all over her for months. Why would you even kiss me?”

“Don’t you see it? My relationship was so bad because I never really loved Jess, when I went through my mind and what I really felt it always brought me back to you. Y/N I love you. I thought if I stayed with Jess long enough I would forget about you but I never did. You’re just so smart and pretty and..” Justin just confessed his love to you, you couldn’t be happier, you weren’t even listening anymore. Your heart must have skipped a million beats. You decided to kiss him back immediately.

“So you love me too?”

“I think I do” you said still shaking about his confession and with a little blush on your face. Justin smiled at you and started to kiss you again. After a nice make out session Justin’s phone started too ring, first he ignored it but there was another call immediately after.

Justin looked at the caller ID, it was Jess. He sighed and told you he was sorry before he picked up.

“What do you want?” you couldn’t hear what she said so you just sat there listening to his monologue.

“No Jess, I don’t want to see and I don’t want you back, it’s over forever, and if you don’t mind I’m with someone who really cares about me, goodbye Jess.” And with that Justin ended the call. He walked over to you and gave you a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m deleting her number, seriously. I want you and nothing else.”

“So where do you want to go from here?” you asked a little scared.

“Let me take you on a date, Wednesday night? I’ll pick you up at 7. I’m not going to take you for granted y/n, I’m going to show you how much I want and love you.”

“I’ll be ready” you said giving Justin one last kiss.

Let me know what you think and thank you for reading xxx

Talking about Yang Jinghua and Duanmu Xi’s relationship

ok i don’t speak English and normally i don’t like writing down my opinion or discussion in public but this one is an exception lol

So i had been salty and doubting my love for the main ship in Spiritpact / Ling Qi recently or maybe since it’s reaching the climax of this season 2.

First of all is about relationship between Duanmu Xi and Yang Jinghua, our 2 main protagonists. They were all cute and very shippable partners for over a hundred of chapters yeah but… the current arc is showing many cracks in their ‘friendship’ and We get to see how much they don’t understand about each other’s feeling and story (especially Yang Jinghua our idiotic Main character and not to mention how everyone is not telling him anything, leaving him as an idiot till now ._.) the lack of communication between them started to get on my nerves now (i know it’s for the plot but still…) like… as partners they should be more open to each other like yang jinghua should have asked more (well he probably get called annoying tho lol) and DUANMU XI being angsty white hair bishounen with 1 million secrets is what getting me the most.

This arc is more focusing on Duanmu family’s complicated story and Duanmu Xi’s past more than Yang Jinghua compare to previous arc (sound biased but i’m hoping this arc end soon and we can get to have more Yang Jinghua arc). Previous arc was fun and interesting because it’s all about Yang Jinghua who is a very relatable character while the current arc is still interesting and pretty it’s more about Duanmu Xi our perfect fictional rich heir that we couldn’t feel relatable at all which is why some of us (cough- me) started to feel annoyed at some part.

Some of us started to see XiHua ship as a not really likable ship if compared to Yang Zicheng x Duanmu Luoyue or Zhangxuan x Duanmu Xi which are the perfect pairs that understand each other well from the heart.

HOWEVER, after being salty for months (LOL) i started to realized that since the whole ‘Ling Qi’ comic is all about development of Yang Jinghua and Duanmu Xi’s relationship and how they unfold each other’s family and back stories, It’s normal they we are seeing the imperfection in them now. The comic is still half way done which mean we probably have hundreds of chapters in the future waiting to show how they will develop and survive together with countless of obstacles and pains from the past and present. Imagine They suddenly become perfect match like Zicheng-Luoyue or Xi-Zhangxuan, i don’t know if it can keep my interest to stay for hundreds of chapters. Yang Jinghua is an idiot, not a perfect husband Material like his ancestor or Duanmu Xi’s most important man but that’s what make me interested in the story.

Looking at the bright side, both of them had went through a lot and developed so much compared to when they first met. ALSO, DON’T FORGET HOW THEY USED TO MEET IN THEIR CHILDHOOD TOO.

also look at difference between chapter 22 and 154 :

let’s see how this idiotic Yang Jinghua and his angsty white hair bishounen boss will develop their relationship and fix the cracks in their ship :3

So I don’t normally do this and it will probably be the only time I do, but you guys should definitely check out a new boy group called MVP. They just debuted a few weeks ago and theres SO little content on them, but they are actually hella dope. My friend just showed them to me today and I can already tell that I’m gonna adore them forever. Also, there’s twins in the group!!!! Like wow!!!!! And they’re talented as hell! Also a group of beautiful idiots and the leader is a mom leader!!! So yeah check them out if you want something new to listen to or a new group to stan

Shower Surprise

Author’s notes: Ok, so I’ve hardly written anything other than research papers and the only creative writing I’ve done was also mandatory for school, so this is definitely a first for me. I just got this idea in my head and couldn’t get rid of it. So I figured, why not write it down? Here it is, I hope it doesn’t totally suck and that you enjoy it. Please send me feedback. Like seriously, let me know what you think and send me any suggestions that might improve my writing. It’s going to be a series, I don’t know how many parts it will have. I’ll just keep writing until an ending comes to me or you all tell me it sucks and I decide to stop torturing you with it.

I was inspired by @sdavid09 and @ravengirl94. They are amazing writers and I love their works.

Summary: You’re taking a shower after a bad hunt and fantasizing about a certain archangel, when it accidentally turns into a prayer, one that he answers.

Warnings: Nudity, injury, violence, strong language, smutt-ish stuff, eventual loss of virginity to the devil. If I missed something let me know and I’ll add it.

Word count: 2504

Pairing: Reader x Lucifer

A/n: If you want to be tagged let me know!

Part 2

“Ughh…” You gritted out as you leaned forward into the shower stream to allow it to flow over your face and down your back, washing away all grime of today’s hunt. You watched as the water, heavily tinted with blood, swirled around your feet before rushing down the drain. Damn, you had hated vampires from day one, but especially so right now. 

 You hardly ever joined the brothers on a hunt, and it was even rarer for you to join in the fighting. You had been with them ever since the boys saved you from a douche bag of a vampire bent on turning you all those years ago. You found a niche with the Winchesters by holding down the bunker and doing research. You cleaned, cooked, made supply runs, and cared for the boys and anyone else in the strange extended family who happened to stop by. But your passion was digging through the lore and finding solutions and information to help Sam and Dean. Which really worked out in your favor since you were never much of a fighter, not physically at least, and you were a lot more afraid of facing the things that go bump than the boys were. You only assisted in that regard when they were really desperate; like they had been today. 

 You were pretty beat up to say the least. Two vamps got the jump on you and gave you a thorough ass beating before the boys could give you any backup. You had several large gashes and dark purple bruises covering your ribs and back, a few down on your legs as well. Sam stitched you up as best as he could, but you knew you would take a long time to recover. So you just stood there, with your arms braced against the back of the shower, allowing the hot water to roll over your face and let your mind wander to anything but today. Wander… wander… and damn if it didn’t wander somewhere you didn’t really want it to go; right to Lucifer.

Your mind had been wandering to Lucifer more and more here lately and you just couldn’t understand why. You hadn’t known him as long as Sam and Dean. You weren’t a hunter yet when they started, and ended, the Apocalypse. But you were around, and right in the middle of the whole mess with Amara. You had been down in Hell when Cas and Sam ended up in the cage with him; you spent countless hours trying to track him down and get him out of Cas; and you had been stuck in the middle of Lucifer, Chuck, and the boys as they were trying to sort out their issues and get their shit together to stop Amara. Why did it seem like you were the only one with a level head in this weird family?

Lucifer had never exactly been nice to you, but he was always less harsh than he was with everyone else, but since Chuck and Amara had made up and Chuck ordered him to stay with you guys, he had become more and more pleasant, kind even, at least to you. He was still a snarky ass for the most part, but the two of you had become friends of sorts. It showed most in the way he actually helped you around the bunker, even if it was just sitting in the library with you as you did research so you weren’t there all alone; and he always answered your prayers much in the same way Cas always answered Dean’s.

But the way you had been thinking about him lately was… different. It was more fantasizing than anything else and it made you uncomfortable when you realized you were doing it. Why did his Nick vessel have to be so damn attractive? You always forced yourself to think of something different when you caught yourself doing it; but not this time. You allowed yourself to give in as the sound of the shower filled your ears and drowned out the world. The way he towered over almost everyone else, over you, damn he was huge. About how tight his pants were, especially in the front, giving your imagination plenty of fuel. About how nice it would be to have him hold you in his arms; or pin you to the bed while he…

What the fuck is that?!

Why did these weekly meetings about the current state of Hell have to be so boring? Holy fuck, is he actually still talking?, Lucifer wondered as he half listened to the demon standing before him, apparently still giving some sort of presentation about soul collection numbers. He only attended these meetings because out of necessity to reinforce that he was king; that and apparently it was frowned upon for a king to be completely disconnected from his subjects. So he showed up every week and sat on the throne in front of a committee of what he believed to be the dumbest demons Hell had to offer. Maybe I should just kill him and be done with it… 

Lucifer’s mind wandered quite a bit during this meeting, as it did in every meeting, as he was only half listening to what his idiotic minions had to say. He thought about a wide variety of things, from new ways to torture Crowley, to why humans were so fascinated with the one they called “The Science Guy.” But often his thoughts were turned towards a very particular hunter he knew. You were constantly on his mind, and he had no idea why. He was drawn to you and often wondered if you felt the same pull towards him. The harder he tried not to think about you, the more he inevitably did. The way your hair would fall across your face as you read… How you always smelled of old books and cinnamon… How the shirts you wore always conformed so snugly to your figure…

I’ve had about as much of this as I can stomach, Lucifer decided as he shifted in his seat, preparing to obliterate the moron who was still somehow rambling on when suddenly he heard it; a prayer, your prayer, to him and he froze. It wasn’t a prayer of words, but of intense need and urgency and… desire? He thought he had felt it before, short bursts of this intense feeling, but they were fleeting and he always wrote them off as nothing more than his desire for a good excuse to leave; but not this time. This time there was no mistaking it for an overactive imagination. It was coming through loud and clear, growing stronger every minute. Forgetting that that he was in a meeting, Lucifer took off at once for the source of the prayer.

Boy was he in for a shock when he landed. What the fu—ah… Lucifer suddenly found himself standing behind you in the back of your shower, being hit by the few errant jets of water that sprayed too far out from the shower head. It took him a moment to realize where he was, but when he did he froze. There you were, standing in front of him and leaning against the back of the shower, completely exposed and… and… What the fuck happened to you?! You were in the worst state he had ever seen you in; there were livid bruises everywhere, an alarming number of deep gashes mingled throughout, and he could even sense a few fractures. He remembered you mentioning that the boys needed you to help with some fieldwork on a hunt, but how could they let this happen?

As he stood there looking at you, Lucifer began to feel a fire beginning to rise up within him, but it wasn’t just anger. He had always been able to fight down this strange feeling you seemed to trigger in him, but not this time. Injured as you were, being here and seeing you like this, still feeling your prayer of nothing but need for him, it was affecting him. Lucifer noticed that it was causing a physical reaction as well; the front of his jeans began to grow tighter and stretch to accommodate this new change. He snapped his fingers ever so softly, instantly removing his clothes to see what was happening to himself. Interesting, he thought, turning his attention back to you. There would be time to explore this new feeling later, but now you needed his healing; without hesitation, Lucifer reached out as he felt your prayer beginning to wane and placed his hand right between your shoulder blades and allowed his grace to flow out and repair all the damage of this hunt. 

You had been so lost in your fantasy that you didn’t hear the familiar rustle of wings as Lucifer landed behind you. And you certainly didn’t hear the soft snap of his fingers as he removed his clothes. You did, however, feel his hand when he placed it on your back, sending you into panic mode. What the fuck is that was all you had time to think before you felt it, that ice cold wave of relief that washed over you, soothing every ache and injury before it withdrew and you felt the hand leave your back. You barely had time to process that you had just been healed when you heard a familiar voice come from behind you.

“What have those idiots done to you?!” 

“Ah!” You let out a small cry and jumped, nearly causing you to slip and fall. The slick floor of the shower made it difficult for you to turn with any sort of dignity or grace, but you were too flustered to care about that at the moment. As you came to a stop finally facing him you threw out your left arm to brace yourself against the side of the shower. There he was, just standing there staring down at you with anger and concern and something you couldn’t quite place all mingled in his eyes. “Lucifer, what the fu–” you started, but were quickly cut off as he reached forward to try to turn you from side to side and examine you. “Hey, cut it out! And what the fuck are you doing here?” You demanded as you unsuccessfully tried to pull away, almost falling for a second time, which only made Lucifer tighten his grip on your arm. 

“Y/N, what do you mean, what am I doing here? You were the one who prayed to me, I was just responding to it,” he countered, but his tone had softened and taken on a note of confusion. Finally satisfied that you were completely healed, he released you and stopped his examination. You already had your usual attitude back which he took as a good sign. Unfortunately, that, combined with seeing your naked body healed and in glistening in the stream of the shower only stoked the new fire burning in his gut, and pushed his physical reaction further. He stared down at you and tried to keep his blue eyes locked on to your Y/E/C ones, afraid you might notice them wander. You didn’t seem to realize yet that you were both standing there naked and only a foot or so apart; that was about to change.

‘You were the one that prayed to me…’ What did that mean? You hadn’t been praying; you were… Oh no. “I-I didn’t mean to pray, it was an accident. I was just…” You started to stammer out in response, but when you broke eye contact to look down in your embarrassment you finally noticed the elephant in the room. You were naked; naked in front of your favorite archangel. And so was he! You had intended to look at the floor, but instead ended up staring right at his massive erection. You were only stunned momentarily, suddenly remembering your own exposed state. Removing your left arm from the wall of the shower, you threw it across your breasts, while simultaneously using your right hand to cover your crotch as best you could. 

“Lucifer, seriously what the fuck?!” You shouted as you took a half step back and redirected your attention from his cock back to his face, just in time to see disappointment flit across his face before he resumed his usual mask of indifference. 

“I really don’t know why you’re so worked up. You were the one who wanted me here so badly I heard it as a prayer, which I was gracious enough to answer, hence the fact that I am here. And I may not have much experience with showers, but I do know that no one takes one with their clothes on, so I decided to do away with them.” Lucifer answered, his voice condescending as ever. “But,” he continued, “you still haven’t  answered my question. What have those damned idiots done to you?”

You stiffened as the tone of his voice quickly changed. There was no mistaking the anger in his words. Why did he care if you were hurt on a hunt? He didn’t even like humans. He just disliked you less than most of the others, right?

“They haven’t done anything to me.” You shot at him. “A few vamps got the drop on me because I wasn’t paying enough attention; it was my fault and if Sam and Dean hadn’t…”

“If Sam and Dean hadn’t drug you out into danger where you don’t belong then you wouldn’t have gotten hurt in the first place!” Lucifer cut you off, his anger taking the forefront of his emotions. Why did you always defend them like this when they didn’t even realize or appreciate your value? He had placed his hands on his hips and was leaning forward, bringing his face down and closer to yours. You were frustratingly short at times.

“What do you mean ‘where I don’t belong’? I’m a hunter! That’s exactly where I belong!” You we’re yelling quite loudly by this point, but you didn’t care. Your room was furthest from the main room and no one was going to hear you over whatever they were doing. Forgetting your nudity, you placed your hands on your hips and took an angry step forward, almost closing the space between you. You stood on your tip-toes, bringing your face within inches of his. Trying to bring your anger under control you dropped your voice back to a more normal volume, but there was no mistaking the anger and indignation that dripped from your words. “Just because I don’t go out and fight very often doesn’t mean I can’t handle myself! The boys needed help and they had no one else to ask so I went. I’m a grown ass woman and I can do that if I want to. What does it even matter to you anyways? Why do you care if I get a little hurt on a hunt?”


"I’m Only One Call Away”

Originally posted by abi-anarchy

Request: could ya write an imagine where the reader knowns one of em and she’s outside of the gig freezing and she cals one of em asking if they would get her inside and the member (of ur choice) kisses her xxxxx (love story between reader and one of the band members)

Synopsis: A chilly day leads to a heart-warming moment.

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 799

Warnings: mild swearing



Being best friends with a band member had its perks. You got to hang out with a cool group of guys and listen to good music. 

But of course it had its downsides as well, including the occasional hate or love allegations, and you tried your best to ignore that part. 

You were standing outside Ashton’s band’s current gig, shivering in the icy blast of the wind and the flurries of the snow. 

“Fuck,” You muttered, your teeth chattering loudly. The only solution you thought of was to call Ashton, though you doubted he’d answer, considering the fact that his show was either currently in session or was about to start. You didn’t care, it was freezing and there was no way you were going to let yourself get frostbite. And the worst part was that your car’s heat decided to stop working, so it was your best decision to get inside, in the heat, as quickly as possible.

You unzipped the pocket of your winter coat, pulling out your iPhone and quickly tapping on Ashton’s contact, putting the phone up to your ear and waiting not-so-patiently.

It rang for a few seconds before you heard his accent that was fading quite a bit considering how much time they spent in LA. Though this was a different story. London’s weather was nothing like the weather in Los Angeles.

“Hello?” You barely managed to smile as you heard his voice, let alone form a coherent response, as the numbing feeling in your hands increased as the icy blast continued to hit you.

“Hey Ash.. I’m outside and freezing cold. My car’s heat shut off so I’m practically freezing to death.. Can you let me in?” 

You were surprised he answered. You realized that it was nearly seven in the evening, which was the time the show was supposed to start for the boys, who were the main act, of course. 

Ashton realized that earlier he had promised there would be someone to let you in before the gig.

“Oh, fuck, I’m sorry babe,” He sighed. He always tended to call you pet names, and you secretly loved it. You would never admit your feelings for him, because you knew there would somehow be a bad outcome. “Go to the side stage door, I’ll be there to let you in in a second, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks, Ash.” You hung up, slipping your phone back into the pocket of your parka and running as fast as you could through the thick, sparkling blanket of snow to the door that Ashton said he would be at. You knocked, and it opened, and sure enough, Ashton was there, a smile on his face, but something in his eyes told you he really wanted to apologize, something he didn’t necessarily need to do.

You stepped inside, immediately being comforted by the heat of the building. Ashton shut the door behind him, walking up to you and running a hand through his curls. 

“I’m really sorry about that, Y/N, the openers will be done soon and everyone was rushing to get ready…-” You butted in and ended his unnecessary rambling. 

“Ashton, it’s fine, don’t worry about it. It’s not a big deal,” You smiled comfortingly and touched his arm, running your hand up and down his large bicep, feeling his soft skin. You looked into his warm hazel eyes, filled with passion, love, and the slightest bit of guilt.

Time stopped for what seemed like eternity. You heard some voices, but your focus on Ashton tuned them out. Suddenly you found both yourself and Ashton leaning in, your heart beating so fast you could barely breathe.

You felt his soft lips meet yours, fitting together perfectly, as if this moment was meant to be no matter what. Ashton’s hands caressed your curves as they moved up to cup your cheeks, his thumbs tracing over your cheek bones.

“Five minutes guys! You’re on in five!” You pulled apart quickly, being startled by the sudden loud voice. You breathed heavily, once again meeting Ashton’s eyes in a never-ending stare. 

He scratched the back of his neck, clearing his throat nervously. 

“I-I’m sorry..” He stuttered. 

“Ashton it’s fine…” There was silence for a moment. You jabbed your thumb in the air towards the door to outside of the stage area so you could get to a seat. “I should go..”

“Yeah..” You both started going separate ways, before Ashton turned around abruptly.


“Yeah?” You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye.

“I’m only one call away. See you after the show,” He winked, then jogged towards his bandmates, who were conversing about what just happened, to get ready for the show.

You walked to the seating area with the most idiotic smile on your face. 


1,000 Followers Drabble

Prompt: “I call bullshit.“

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Requested by: @arryn-nyx

Sam should know better than to fucking listen to Dean. Never again. He’s in too deep now. He just needs to get in and get out as fast as he can.

Sam hears the door open and his stomach drops. Damn it.

“Hi. I’m Dr. L/N.” You greet with a smile walking into the exam room.

You automatically recognize the insanely handsome man in front of you. You’ve never talked to him but you’ve seen him around town many times.

“Sam. Nice to meet you.” He replies with a shy smile.

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Dear Klamille/Klayley fans...

*As I call delusional* Stop acting like klaroline fans hate on you when you do it by hash tagging Anti-Klamille etc… Hayley is the one toxic because she acts like she has a purpose, when all she does is pull a doppelganger thing by jumping one brother for another while having a child…I could go on forever on why Hayley shouldn’t of been written into the show but I see no point when idiots try and make a point that has no logic to it like the season atm, yet can’t admit when they have been caught in defeat. Camille on the other hand, died with a good reason….because the writers saw it quick. She was never really that great for Klaus because with Caroline, she called him out on bs but still given hope. Camille just screwed klaus’s son Marcel and then was like “I think I’m in love with Klaus now..” likeeeee….wtf. She should have left in s1 when she had the chance 😂😂 So yeah. Klaroline will always be endgame. It was written into tvd and shall be written into The Originals if the writers want to save the show.

Originally posted by antonia757

anonymous asked:

Today was a shit show in the sdmn fandom. I can't believe people would rush onto the field. But can we please take a moment to take about Freya's tweet? I get being frustrated but it is never ok to call some idiot kids 'retards'. The worst part is that everyone is agreeing with her and no one is calling her out for saying something like that.

It’s never okay to call someone a slur. She is angry, I completely get that (I was also angry about the fans running on the pitch), but under no circumstances should she have called them that.

(Also, I don’t think it was a complete shit storm, most of the match went extremely well but it was just those selfish fans at the end that ruined it and also the commentators)

Drunk - Taehyung BTS SMUT

 “You wanna come tonight?”

“Where are you going?”

“Parties, the usual..”

“Nah.. I guess I’ll stay at home..”

“What? doing your homework.. again?” he asked you with one of his eyebrows raised. Look at him, idiot. He parties all weekend its irritating. you thought.

“Well, I have a lot of work to do.. unlike you!” you said, hitting his shoulder lightly. His face turned a little disappointed. 

“Oh come on… it’ll be fun..” he said with his best assuring smile.

“I don’t want to meet your drunk friends. Plus, i know you’re gonna get drunk and guess what’ll happens next? You’re gonna leave me, sleeping with some random girls, and-” “Jealous?” he said while he stretch his lips into a smirk. “I wasn’t quite done.. and how am i going to go home while you have sex with those sluts?” you clearly see the disappointment on his face, but don’t know why he looks disappointed. 

“Fine.. just do your homework to death! oh and please do mine too! love you~” he said kissing your forehead, but you push him away. “Ugh.. do it yourself!” you said as you go back to your laptop and focusing on what you were doing.

You hear the door opened and closed as he left. you sigh. you just hope that you can spend more time with him instead of him leaving you alone with your tons of work to go to parties and get drunk and sleep with girls. same old stuff. ugh when is he going to change? why can’t he just stay at home, its more convenient. 

after some minute that feels like hours, you get up and walk to your kitchen. you found some snacks and bring it up stairs to your room, where you do your homework. taehyung… ‘why are you even thinking about him when you’re supposed to do your homework?’ your unconscious self snapped you. tf no I’m not. ‘yea you clearly did you idiot!’. sigh. ‘its not like you’re his gf! so you have no right to control him. let him be for God sake! he’s a jerk!’ he’s clearly not a jerk! he’s my best friend! ‘yeah, best. friend.’

whatever. you thought.

It’s been hours and you’re not even done with your first homework. you look at the clock once again. its 1.30 a.m. should I just go to sleep? taehyung will probably get back here at 4. and it’s not like i care.. ‘of course you don’t..’ your unconscious self snapped back at you again in a sarcastic tone. 

by that you were so done and decided to close everything and go to bed. you checked your phone and see miscalls from taehyung. what? you thought. but you ignored it because you thought that its one of his drunk calls and you’re just so done with it because all he talks about when he’s drunk is sex. just before you’re about to lock your phone, a call from taehyung shows up.. should i pick up or not..? your thumb accidentally press the green button. fuck ughh. “Hey. you okay? why are you calling me?” 


tf..? “Taehyung, where are you now?”

“UM.. MY MOM’S HOUSE? OF COURSE IM AT THE FRONT DOOR U IDIOT!” he ended the call right at that second. 

you immediately run for him to the front door and checked the gate, only to find nothing there. ugh.. why did i even go here. he’s probably drunk talking and he's still at his friend’s house. you thought and go back inside. 

“Hey babe..” he says as he kisses you harshly. “Oh my god.. taehyung stop! what are you going?” you try to push him but its useless, he’s too strong for you. but he doesn’t give up just like that. he keeps on holding you by your arms and push you against the wall and kisses you deeply. he bites your lower lip and put his tongue in. you can taste the alcohol in his mouth, and for some reason you like it so much. you let out a moan but tried to control it. you can feel him smirking in-between the kisses. “Feeling wet, yet?” you can’t believe he could make you feel like this. 

he start to move to your neck, sucking it and leave his wet trails. “taehyungah~” without any warning he carries you to the nearest sofa and put you down. you look at him in the eye, he sure is drunk. he takes off your pyjamas and stared at your bare boobs while tracing it slowly and playing with your nipples. “Did you take off your bra because you knew I was coming?” he asked. before you could answer he starts to kiss your neck again and goes down to your boobs. every little touches that he does makes you shiver and leaves you wanting more. he stops right at your hips. “want me to go further, honey?” he asked you, looking at you in the eye but still manages to send vibrates to your skin through his mouth. “y-yes..” “yes what?” he replied as he moves his mouth down to your inner thigh. “mmmm..” he hums on your thigh making you feel the tingling feeling through his vibrations. “eat me out..” “what? i can’t hear you,” he moves his head to face your pussy. “EAT ME OUT TAEHYUNG! FUCK ME LIKE A BITCH!” you screamed, making him smirk. “Say no more,” he said while tearing your panties apart. He spreads your legs away from each other and start licking your pussy, sending chills to our whole body. After a little more teasing, he spits out his saliva to your honeypot then eat your whole thing. His tongue flicking your clitoris and moving in and out of your hole. The pleasure was unbearable, so was your moans, but suddenly you remembered that he’s just a friend and that he’s drunk. 

I really shouldn’t take advantage of this.. you thought. But your moans brought you back to reality. but why would I? I’m having fun right now anyway! those thoughts blacked out when he stopped eating you out. the feeling of emptiness fills your heat. He looked at you in the eye, then up to bottom, and back to your eyes. what is he thinking? you thought to yourself. Suddenly his face is in front of yours, “How can no one has ever fuck you?” he whispers. how tf does he know that I’m a virgin? He take off his shirt, looking as hot as possible, not breaking the eye contact with you, but your eyes shift as he reveals his defined abs. damn. is the only work you could think of. He scoffs as he realised what he’s doing to you. “Wanna take this one off?” he asked, aiming to his pants. You can see his big bulge showing underneath those fabrics. You slide down his pants and undergarment in one motion, letting out his erection out. you gasp seeing how big it is. Still in amazed state, you squeeze his dick and start putting it in your mouth, bobbing it up and down while continues to licking and sucking it up and down. “mmm ahhh~ yes (y/n)~” he moans. For some reason, he stopped your movement and flip your position and his. “Ready?” he asked. “For what?” you replied innocently and he scoffs. 

He moves you to the kitchen counter and places you on top of it. the coldness of the marble kitchen counter sends chills from your bottom through the rest of your body. “What do you need? Ice? Vibrator? Dildo?” he asked. you tilt your head a little, confused. “Oh right, you don’t even know what those are,” he said as he laughs his ass off. He take a cube of ice and place it in his mouth. After that he tracks your neck, your chest, stomach, and your thighs with his full of ice mouth. “Fuck!! urrrghh!! Taehyungg!!” you moan. He the spreads your legs out and move his cold mouth up and down right on your clit. “Goddammnittt taehyung!!” you start to go crazy because of what he’s doing to you. just when you feel heat on your lower part, he stops. a groan of disappointment escapes your mouth. “No worries, princess.. i’ll make it up to you,” he said as he winks at you. 

He carries you bridal style to your room upstairs. as you get there, he throws you on your bed and crawls up on to you. Impatiently, you pull him by his shoulder and start kissing him. “Eager much?” he said breaking the kiss. But continues to kiss you deeper after that. Without realising, he starts to push his long erect sex into your dripping wet pussy. He thrust it into you, in and out, sending you so much pleasure and making you moan in-between the kisses. One of his hands holds your hands still so you won’t move, and the other hand he uses to pleasure your clit. He goes faster and deeper each time, your moans gets louder too each time. “Ahhh~ (y/n) i think I’m close..” “Me too~” you said quietly, not able to contain the pleasure that he’s giving. “Aaahhh taehyung~~” “OHH FUCK (y/n)~”

Still panting, he rests on top of you then some seconds later he moves next to you. Heavy breathing from both of you is all that you can hear. Shocked, don’t know what to say or what to do next. where will this friendship go? fuck buddies? boyfriend/girlfriend? strangers? or will it still be the same? you thought. “thank you…” taehyung whispers to you as he put his arms around you. “I wasn’t really drunk.”

anonymous asked:

How would the Org react to their S/O getting killed?

Ahhh….it’s so fun to mess with the Org

Xemnas: He’d try not to show any emotion, he’d try so hard. But he wouldn’t be able to hold it. Cradling their lifeless body in his arms, he’d just stare at them silently, hand brushing against their cold cheek.

Xigbar: He’d be in denial for weeks afterwards. He’d refuse to believe they were gone, taking out his anger and frustrations on anything that crossed his path. Alone, he’d break down, unable to accept that they were really gone.

Xaldin: He’d get angry initially, why would they stupidly sacrifice themselves to protect him? But that anger would soon turn into unbareable sadness as he clasped their hands in his own, telling them that it would be OK and to hold on….but soon, their grasp would go limp.

Vexen: He’d be horrified beyond belief, watching them slump to the floor, motionless. He’d tenderly cradle their body in his arms, knowing there was no way to save them. He’d gaze upon their face, tears welling up in his eyes.

Lexaeus: He’d be unable to comprehend how it happened. Why it happened. They’d reach up and stroke his face, whispering to him that he made them so happy and they’d never forget it. He wouldn’t be able to hold back the tears as he watched them slowly slip away.

Zexion: The horror on his face would be evident as he watch them crumble to the floor, body sprayed with red. It only took a second, a lapse of concentration, and he couldn’t protect them. He failed to protect them. He’d fall to his knees beside their motionless body, trying to find any life still left. There was none.

Saix: An idiot….that’s what they were. He’d mumble it over and over, pulling their body close to his own. If only….if only he had gotten to them sooner. If only he hadn’t been so stubborn. Maybe….maybe he could have prevented this? He’d know it was too late, thinking about the ‘what ifs’ wasn’t going to bring them back.

Axel: He wouldn’t think it was true, moving about the castle in a haze of grief and denial. His usual bubbly personality would be gone, his only relief from it all would be taking out his anger on enemies. Every day he’d expect them to just come waltzing back in like nothing was ever wrong, but knew it wouldn’t ever happen.

Demyx: He’d cry, unable to accept they were truely gone. He’d shut himself in their room for days, stuck in a deep depression as he struggled to come to terms with his loss. The others would try and tell him to get over it, but he wouldn’t be able to. He loved them too much.

Luxord: It was an accident no one could have stopped. No matter much he wanted to, no matter how much he turned back time to prevent it. the same fate befelled them over and over again. In the end, he just couldn’t stop it and had to let them go. Never had he felt so powerless before, the tears stinging his eyes as he gazed over a photo of you both.

Marluxia: He’d tell them to hold on, that he had sims medical plants that could help them out. But seeing that gaping wound…he’d know it was probably too late. Their breathes were already shallow, blood pooling beneath their body. He’d stroke their cheek and give them a kiss, telling them that it was going to be ok. They’d smile weakly….before passing in his arms.

Larxene: She’d try and not show any emotion, calling them an idiot for doing what they did. She’d shout and yell and scream at their body before bursting into tears, wondering why they’d sacrifice themselves for her. She’d feel guilt for weeks afterwards, lamenting on how she probably should have treated them better.

Roxas: He’d collapse to his knees, screaming until his throat hurt. They weren’t dead….they couldn’t be dead! No matter what he was told, he just couldn’t believe it. He’d only seen them barely ten minutes before…how could they have been taken from him so quickly? He’d choke back the sobs, unable to hold them in any longer.

Xion: She had so many plans. So many ideas for the future….but now she had nothing. She’d lock herself in her room for days on end, unable to come to terms with the loss of her beloved. Their final words still rang in her head before they disappeared out that door, never to return back again. Never to hold her in their arms again…

Thank you for your ask!

~ Mod Star

Four Hours

A Spencer x Reader where the reader and spencer have been dating for a couple of years and the reader gets kidnapped.


Warnings:Abuse Violence

You woke up to the sound of Spencer phone vibrating on the bedside table. You had always been a light sleeper which was fortunate for Spencer because he was not.

“Spencer.” You said rolling over. Easier said then done since Spencer’s arms were wrapped tightly around you. “Spencer.” You said forcefully this time elbowing him in the stomach.

“I’m up.” He yells shooting up out of bed and grabbing his phone. You can only hear his side of the conversation but you know what it is. “I’m sorry.” He said.

“You can’t leave you just got back last night.” You protested. You knew you sounded selfish but you didn’t care. Last time he had been gone for three weeks.

“I know I know I wish I could stay but they really need me.” He says “I swear when we get back I will take some vacation time and spend some time just the two of us.”

“No it’s ok you go, the people need you.” You say jokingly. “Just be safe promise you’ll come back to me, preferably in one piece.” He leans down to kiss you and goes and gets dressed.

“I love you baby don’t you forget that.” He kisses you goodby and walks out the door. When you look over at the alarm clock and see it’s only 6:30 you roll back over and go to sleep.


“The unsub in targeting females that are shorter and have (Y/H/C) and (Y/E/C) in Virginia. They are usually by themselves in a secluded street or parking lot.” At first Spencer couldn’t figure out why all these girls looked familiar but then it hit you all at once. They looked just like (Y/N). He stood up and announced he was making a phone call no one questioned him knowing exactly why.

“Hey (Y/N) what are you doing right now.” He asked. “I was sleeping.” Was your groggy and not so pleasant reply. “Ok well when you wake up again later please don’t take your morning run today just to give me some peace of mind.”. You were drifting in and out of consciousness but managed to reply with a “Sure no problem.” Be falling back asleep.

Spencer laughed quietly when he heard your soft snoring through the phone “I love you” he said before hanging up.


You woke up again at around 11:30 you vaguely remember talking to Spencer on the phone at around 7:30 but didn’t remember any of the conversation. You apparently fell asleep still on the phone because it was still in your hand. You got up and dressed and went for your morning jog. It was more of a lunchtime jog though since you never got up earlier then 11.

You were running on your usual path when something just didn’t feel right. You shook it off and kept running and someone grabbed you from behind. The last thing you remember was getting something put over your mouth and nose before blacking out.


Spencer decided to call you again at around twelve to make sure you were ok but you weren’t picking up. Each voicemail he made was more and more panicky than the last.

“Garcia find the last place where (Y/N) phone last pinged.” He said. He was sitting on her office mostly so the rest of the team wouldn’t see him so freaked out and also because she was your best friend.

“Oh no.” Was all she said. “What” He demanded “What do you mean by oh no.” Spencer yelled his voice breaking. “ It seems that her phone last pinged in a fairly secluded neighborhood by your apartment.” She said sadly.

When the words came out of her mouth Spencer new exactly what they meant. “No.” Was all he said before the tears said before the tears came out one by one. He dried them up before going out to tell the team.

They were all siting around the table talking about the case when Spencer walked in. “(Y/N) has been taken by the unsub.” He said.

“We know buddy.” Morgan said standing up. “A video came in a couple minutes ago from the unsub.” He said pulling a video up on the screen.

You were sitting tied up in a chair in just your underwear with a gag in your mouth. You were awake but not showing any emotion. That was good since as Spencer always told you the unsub gets off when you show him emotions.

“I finally found her.” Said a voice from off screen. “It took a few tries for the idiots with me to find the right one but we did. You have four hours to find her Dr. Reid, or should I say Spencer, before punishment begins for her as well as you. You locked me away, you dragged my name through the mud and now I’m going to pay you back. Tick Tock.” He said before the video ended.

“(Y/N).” Spencer said quietly, his voice cracking. “Garcia.” JJ called out “Get me a list of any escaped criminals in the area.”

“There are three that match the profile. An Adam Laxly, a Sidney Gray, and a Jacob Smith. Do any of those names ring a bell Reid?” She said.

“Yes the first one Adam Laxly he was arrested a few years ago for the murder of four people. We need to find his base of operations fast.” Spencer ordered.


It had almost been four hours by now and they couldn’t find anything there were a lot of abandoned buildings around and could not narrow it down just as they finally the place that you could be they got a incoming video.

“It’s been four hours” said that haunting voice over the video “You know what that means.” The man walked into view and over to (Y/N) he drew a knife and dug it into your arm. You let out a blood curdling scream that caused Spencer to let loose the tears he’d been so des pretty keeping in.

“We need to go now.” Spencer yelled. “Alright.” Hotch said your screams in the background “JJ Morgan and I will go get her. Rossi you stay back and keep an eye on Spencer and(Y/N)

“What about me ?” Spencer asked “She’s my girlfriend I have to go get her. I can’t just sit here and wait on you.”

“You are emotionally compromised and will stay here. The longer you argue the longer (Y/N) is in his hands. Let’s go.”

Spencer sat there not looking away from the screen. Every smack or cut brought out another sob from Spencer. Just as Adam grabbed you by the thighs and and spread your legs apart Spencer could hear Morgan’s voice yelling as the team ran down the stairs.

“Ahh just in time.” Adam said. “Drop the weapon” Morgan yelled holding a gun “Maybe I will” Adam said plunging the knife right into your stomach as a gun went off.

“NO!” Spencer yelled “NO! DAMNIT.” He screamed slamming his fist on the table. “(Y/N)” He yelled again picking up whatever was in his reach and throwing it. Rossi tried to restrain him telling Spencer that the ambulance was right there and you were going to be ok. “NO YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, SHE WAS PREGNANT DAMNIT.” He yelled falling of the ground sobbing.


By the time Spencer and Rossi got to the hospital you were in surgery. The nurse said that you should be fine but we’re going to stay here for a little while.

Spencer was the first to see you. You were still asleep when he went in but he sat at your bedside the whole time holding your hand and crying.

It was four hours later when you finally came to. “Hey” you said your voice still raspy.

“Your awake.” He exclaimed. “Oh my god. I was so scared please don’t ever scare me like that again.” He sobbed.

“I’ll try. I’m so sorry Spencer. The baby..” You started breaking off crying. “I know.” He said “I thought that after two miscarriages this would be the one that stuck. I’m so sorry sweetheart.” You both sat there crying for the loss of your baby and the stress of the past day and also for the fact that (Y/N) was home and safe once again.

anonymous asked:

Your stupidity with that post clearly shows that you should not be the one calling the shots on whether or not a potential human life should end. You're such an idiot no words can describe it, and I'm not even Christian and I can see how stupid you were with that post.

Funny thing, the only person  I’m “calling the shots” for is myself. 

Oh wow and I thought the AskLouisXIV was funny. I should have known AskMonsieur would be a million times better! Someone asked him what his favorite curse word is: ‘putain de merde’ which is basically “fucking hell/holy shit/goddamnit’ which TOTALLY fits in my headcanon that he’s “Catholic” but really couldn’t give a crap about religion (this is SHOW!Philippe).  He has a ‘woody’ scene. He loves his wife but there are a lot of other things he loves more (we can all guess what number 1 on that list is…). He does not like modern pants apparently? Oh he doesn’t know what a movie is therefore he does not know what his favorite movie would be but he’s too busy having sex to care! Other wonderful things: 

he thinks he deserves his own TV show (which he does).

 Someone asked if he’d rather ride or be ridden (oh Jesus Christ) and he basically said the answer’s in the story ;) so take that as you will…

“140 characters are not enough for him to say what he’d do differently if he was king” 

Someone asked what the Chevalier thinks of his dresses and he said ‘well the Chevalier is the one who picks them so he should know!’ (which I could have guessed because he was WAY to giddy about showing him off in that gown)

He also said he IS the gossip and conspiracies of Versailles.

He is also clearly a believer in there ARE stupid questions. He’s called a bunch of people idiots so far…mostly because they criticized his hair.

HE WANTS MARRIAGE EQUALITY FOR ALL!!! That would be the law he’d make. AWWWW #MonChevy wedding!

If he was exiled and could only bring one thing it would be the Chevalier (duh)

He also prefers blondes (like the Chevalier) to brunettes! 

His favorite emoji is a moon (because his brother’s is the sun, get it?)

Oh and the Chevalier is his only true love. Really. Like he REALLY loves the Chevalier. A lot. It’s like a constant stream of heart eyes emojis when he’s even mentioned. He got upset because someone said the he deserves better. And said the Chevalier is his Prince (AWWWW OMG OMG OTP OTP!!!!!!!!! CAN HE GET MORE ADORABLE!!!!)

He also thinks instead of paying for Versailles he could have used that money towards shoes…damn he loves his shoes, doesn’t he!

Someone asked how he lives without TV, internet and and iphone and he said “I have sex, war and beautiful clothes!” 

He likes dark and gloomy selfies (ugh, so Morticia Addams of him)

Oh wow did I miss this quote?? “I am the rumble of Thunder in the distance? Did I miss this?!’

The things he loves most about the Chevalier: his sense of humor, his mind and his hair

His favorite perfume is chamomille and lavander

I have never actually laughed out loud so much reading twitter. One thing to say though; THIS MUST HAPPEN AGAIN WITH THE CHEVALIER! CAN YOU IMAGINE?! IF MONSIEUR IS THIS SASSY CAN YOU IMAGINE THE CHEVALIER?!