ughhh it was my off day

anonymous asked:

Oh, so none of you ship anything? Nothing at all? Not even on your personal blogs?...oh well that's boring.

I AM NOT DENYING WE DON’T SHIP ANYTHING. IT IS OBVIOUS WHAT WE SHIP ON OUR PERSONAL BLOGS. LIKE I JUST SAID, THIS BLOG IS TO BE ENJOYED BY EVERYONE. I AM NOT GONNA SHOVE THAT SHIP IN PEOPLE’S FACES CAUSE IT MAKES SOME UNCOMFORTABLE. I’M REALLY TRYING TO HAVE A FUN TIME HERE BUT PEOPLE LIKE YOU ARE COMING OVER HERE AND RUINING IT FOR EVERYONE. HOW ABOUT YOU STEP OFF YOUR PEDESTAL AND STOP TRYING TO GUILT. I AM NOT DRAWING ANY SHIP ON THIS BLOG. END OF STORY. STOP. IF YOU WANNA SEE THE SHIPS YOU CONSTANTLY REQUEST, LOOK AT OUR PERSONAL BLOGS. YOU WON’T BE SEEING IT HERE THOUGH. OH, TOO BAD SO SAD. I’M FED UP. IF YOU EXPECTED TO SEE ANY OF YOUR SHIPS HERE, WELL, SORRY TO DISAPPOINT YA!!!!!!! CAUSE YOU WONT BE SEEING THEM.

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100 Days of Productivity

Day 11/100

So this is my first week of school spread!! I really like this setup since I can clearly differentiate school from personal. This is my first “official” spread in my Leuchtturm and ughhh I’m in love with it. I think I’ll set up next week’s layout a little differently since the end of the week boxes take up space that I don’t use. That’s about it from me! Have a good day loves :)

PS I know I haven’t finished off my BTS Series, I’m so sorry! I just have to find time :(

Supplies Used:

  • Tombow Dual Brush Pens
  • Staedtler Black Fineliner
  • Pilot G2 Black 0.38
  • Zebra Mildliner
Secrets- Riverdale X Reader Chapter 3- Body Double

Fandom: Riverdale

Warnings: none

notes: sorry for the clusterfuck of confusion on the uploading time of this. my editor was busy and then I had no wifi for 2 days and ughhh. anyways its here!

Originally posted by hellotailor

You were sitting on the couch sketching when your phone started binging like crazy, you set down your pencil and picked your phone up to see about 16 texts from Kevin. You unlocked your phone to check your texts but before you could even open the messages app Kevin’s face filled your screen and his obnoxious custom set ringtone stopped you. With a sigh you hit the green ‘answer’ button.

“hey Kev wha-” You started but Kevin cut you off mid sentence.

“Holy crap (y/n) you will not believe* what just happened! where are you?”

“Home? I didn’t feel like going to school…though, if anyone asks I’m grievously ill.”

“Well you better recover ASAP, and get over here!” Without waiting for a response Kevin ended the call.

You put your sketchbook on the couch next to you with a dramatic sigh and stood up, throwing everything in a bag and tugging your shoes on as you stumbled out the door towards the school. You quickly covered the two blocks to Riverdale high, and when you got there pretty much all of your friends were waiting out front looking like they had seen a ghost.

“(Y/N)! FINALLY!” Kevin grabbed your arm and dragged you back towards the rest of the group. “While you were sitting around at home being a recluse- something I do not endorse by the way, we already have Jughead for that- Cheryl dropped probably one of the biggest bombs since July 4th! In bio she totally confessed!”  Kevin looked like he was about to explode.

Betty stopped him before he could go into further detail. “All Cheryl said was that she was guilty, Kev, she didn’t say of what.” Kevin Rolled his eyes with a dramatic sigh, “Well theres not alot of other things it could be!”

You waved your hands signalling them to slow down, “Hold on, what happened exactly?”

“The Sheriff’s department came into class, and Cheryl stood up and said they were here for her, because she was guilty.” Veronica summed up for you.

“I– wow. Really?” you were stunned. sure Cheryl was a mythic Bitch, but you didn’t think she could kill Jason. Or anyone really.


Later that day you were all chatting in the student lounge.

“So are you a suspect now?” Veronica asked Kevin.

“My dad says we all are, including me.”

“Not me girl. I don’t know these people. neither does (y/n).”

You nodded silently and looked at the ground. You did, actually know these people but nobody needed to know that, and it didn’t even matter you sure as hell weren’t the one that killed Jason.

Kevin fiddled with a piece of licorice and looked at the rest of your group with a grin. “Guys, should we maybe rebinge making a murderer on netflix tonight?”

Betty laughed, “Sorry can’t, gotta stay late to work on the paper.”

“Count me out too. I’ve got a date tonight.” Veronica added.

“You do?” Archie asked.

Kevin smiled, “Which Riverdale Hottie made the cut?”

Veronica tilted her head towards the door with a cryptic smile, towards one of the jocks “Hey V-Lo, I’ll swing by the pembrooke to pick you up at 8?”

“I’ll be waiting.” she smiled at him.

“Cool.” The boy grinned while putting on his jacket before walking out the door.

Betty and Kevin both had immediate reactions.

“Chuck clayton?” Betty looked extremely concerned.

“You’re going on a date with chuck?!” Kevin looked weirdly excited.

“Wait whos Chuck Clayton? You wondered out loud.

The rest of the group semi-ignored you, opting to keep talking about Chuck. "He’s kind of a player…” Betty leaned back into the couch.

“Who cares? hes the hottest of Hot! And he’s the football coach’s son. in Riverdale that’s like dating a Kennedy!”  Kevin was grinning.

Veronica smiled and raised her eyebrows mischievously. Betty sighed and stood up, “I have to go, I have a newspaper meeting.” You shot up out of your seat and grabbed your bag. “Can I walk with you? I have something to ask you.” Betty nodded and you both walked into the hallway.

“So I was wondering if you had any openings in the school paper. weatherbee is actually still on my case about extracurriculars. And I think it’d be really cool.”

“Well since it’s just me, I think we have room for you.” Betty replied as you turned the corner to the old dusty newspaper offices.

“Wow these computers are ancient…” You laughed lightly, “I wonder if we could sell them on Ebay as antiques.”

“I don’t think anybody would buy these things.” Jughead leaned against the doorframe, his lips turned up into a faint smirk.

He turned his attention to Betty.“If print journalism is dead, what am I doing here?”

The Blue and Gold isn’t dead, Juggy It’s just dormant. but waking up.“ Betty swiped some of the dust off of one of the ancient monitors. "You’re writing a novel right? About Jason Blossoms murder?”

Jughead picked up a magnifying glass. “I am. Riverdales very own In Cold Blood.” He held up the magnifying glass and peered through.

“Which started out as a series of articles! I’m hoping you’ll come write for the Blue and Gold.” Betty grinned nervously, stretching her arms out like a magician after pulling off some amazing trick.

“I just don’t think the school papers the right fit for my voice.” Jughead said hesitantly.

“Truman Capote worked at the New Yorker for 2 years before he wrote in Cold Blood.” You added. Betty and Jugheads gazes both snapped to you with questioning looks. “What? I know stuff and it’s kind of relevant the new yorker is a newspaper.” you muttered defensively. Betty shook her head and turned back to Jughead.

“Juggy, Jason’s death changed Riverdale. People don’t wanna admit that but it’s true we all feel it.” Betty walked closer to Jughead. “Nothing this bad* was ever supposed to happen here, but it did. I wanna know why.”

Jughead glanced away his gaze softening. “Would I get complete freedom?”

“I’ll help and edit and suggest…but it’s your story, it’s your voice.” Jughead looked less and less convinced with each word out of Betty’s mouth.

Jughead rolled his eyes with a grin, “Doesn’t sound* like complete freedom…But- I’m in.”

Bettys face lit up and she clapped her hands together. “Okay great! um, in that case I have your first assignment. There’s one person who was at the river on July 4th that no one’s talking about.”

“Dilton Doiley and his scouts.”

“Exactly.”

Jughead smirked and flicked his nose with his thumb as he turned to walk out. But Betty called after him. “(y/n)s coming with you Juggy!” You both stopped dead.

“Wait I am?”

“She is?”

“Yes, she is. (y/n) doesn’t have a lot of journalism experience so…I thought you could show her the ropes.” Betty explained, with an almost pleading smile.

Jughead rolled his eyes. “Fine. come on.”

You grabbed your bag and walked out after him. “You know, I think Betty is just worried about you scaring the crap out of a bunch of 11 year olds.”

Jughead rolled his eyes again, but there was that familiar spark of amusement. “Meet me at the adventure scout hall tomorrow. Don’t be late.”

“This is gonna be fun, Jones it’ll be like Sherlock with a way prettier Watson!”


The next day you got to the field outside the adventure scouts building and he was standing near the kids all lined up while Dilton Doiley lectured them. You walked over and smiled in greeting. Jughead nodded, and held up a hand for you to be quiet. Dilton was lectureing his troops about dying, or something. You didn’t really catch it.

Jughead approached him, “At ease Doily we’re writing an article for the Blue and Gold, hoping you can help.”

Dismissed! but stay close.” Dilton ordered the kids.

“Cheryl and Archie say they heard a gunshot July 4th, but they don’t know who fired.”

Dilton immediately got defensive, his posture shifted and his face hardened. “Sheriff Keller already asked me about this, like I told him, my scouts and I…we didn’t hear anything weird.”

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion, this kid was definitely hiding something.

Jughead took a step closer to Dilton, his eyes were filled with the same suspicion as yours,“Well, did you see anything weird?” his tone was a little more accusatory than it had been, it was clear Jughead believed Doily about as much as you did.

Dilton straightened his back and crossed his arms. he glared at jughead. “A white winged crossbill, A long eared owl…oh. And Cheryl, sitting by the river soaking wet.”

Jugheads expression was hard and unreadable as he stared at Dilton. You grabbed Jugheads arm and dragged him away from the other boy. “C'mon we’re not going to get anything more out of Doily. He’s on the defensive now.”

“That’s alright. I have another lead.”


Later that night you met Jughead at Pops. “I’m always up for food, but how is pops a lead?”

Jughead gave you a deadpan look, “It’s not the diner it’s what’s inside, one of Doily’s scouts was looking at us like he wanted to say something, and we’re gonna find out what.”

“Or maybe he was checking you out?” you joked. Which earned you a fairly impressive bitch face from Jughead.

You walked through the door with Jughead a few steps ahead, the boy from earlier was in a booth chatting with someone, who you assumed was the kid’s father. The dad got up and left the table and Jughead crouched on the empty booth seat while the kid was looking away Jughead grabbed the cherry off the kids sundae and ate it. You ran a hand through your hair, immediately regretting being there.

The kid dropped his spoon and threw up his hands as the metal utensil clattered on the table. “What the hell man.” his face was full of confusion, and maybe a little fear.

“I saw the way you looked at me.-”

You rolled your eyes. “Cause that didn’t sound creepy Jug.” you muttered under your breath.

Jughead slid the kids sundae towards himself,“-during grizzly training. you’re hiding something.”

The kid leaned in, “It’s scoutmaster Doiley, he’s lying.”

“About what?” Jughead kept eating the scouts sundae, and watched the boy with a weird expression, a mix of curious and suspicious.

“The gunshot, It was him. He was teaching us how to shoot targets.”

“Dilton Doiley shot the Gun on July 4th?”

“What the hell is with this town?” You blurted out.

“He’s a hardcore survivalist. He says if we don’t protect ourselves, no one will.”

Jughead and you exchanged a look, this was big.


The day after your confrontation with sundae boy, you were sitting in the student lounge eating a muffin and reading the article on Chuck Claytons class A douchebag status being exposed. When your phone chimed with a text from Betty telling you to get to the Blue and Gold office ASAP.

You shoved your phone in your pocket and threw the rest of your muffin away before dashing out the door and down the hall to the Blue and Gold offices.

Betty and Jughead were waiting for you when you arrived but before you had a chance to greet them or ask what was wrong Dilton Doiley walked in.

“Have a seat Doiley.” Jughead said, while kicking a chair towards the space in front of the desk. Dilton straightened it and sat down, facing the three of you. Jughead jerked his chin up at him as a signal to start speaking.

“If you publish a story saying I fired that gun, my life will be ruined. I’ll be banished from the adventure scouts and charged with a misdemeanor. So, what if I have a better story?”

Jughead glanced back at you and Betty and you both shrugged and shook your heads, none of you had any idea what Dilton had to offer.

“If I tell you what I know, promise me the gunshot stays between us.”

Betty walked out from behind the desk and came to stand next to you and jughead. “You have our word. as journalists.”

Dilton leaned towards the three of you and dropped his voice so if anybody had been listening there was no way they would hear it. “I saw something at Sweetwater river. Something nobody else saw–Ms. Grundy’s car, by the rivers edge. She was there.”

“Well. shit.” You said quietly.




Dilton Doiley had just opened pandora’s box

Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon week 14: Ask

Words: 593

Tags: Fluff, Humour, Sexual Humour 


Week 14 submission for the OHFAT hosted by @thebookjumper!

Notes: I wasn’t going to post anything this week because I ran out of time and life happened etc BUT I managed to write this super quickly tonight and I’m actually relatively happy with how it turned out to say how little time I had to write it. It’s just a quick little dialogue fic, but yeah. Please let me know what you think once you’re done! :)


“Where are your pants?”

“Oliver? Are you listening to me? I’m asking you a question. Where are your pants?”

“You cannot seriously be sleeping right now.”

“Of course not. I’m not sleeping. I’m just… resting my eyes.”

“Yeah well you can go and rest your eyes somewhere else. Once you’ve found your pants. Because you’re in the way and I have to get back to work and I can’t do that if you’re sitting against the door with no pants on.”

“Come and sit down here with me. Let’s take a nap. C’mere.”

“Oliver, I swear to god if you try to undo my skirt one more time… I have a meeting in 3 minutes. You have to move.”

“If you wanted me out of the way so quickly, you shouldn’t have invited me to your office to have sex in the bathroom.”

“I said we had to be quick. I literally told you I had 13 and a half minutes.”

“And we still have 3 left so…?”

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the weird & the feared part 9

the weird and the feared, pt 9.

words: 1938 *a little quickie*

warnings: let’s just say i wouldn’t read it at work. alcohol / angst / swearing and an itty bit of smut.

previous parts

this was originally part of one big chapter but i decided to break it up into a few parts. i’m gonna be a little busy in the next few days so i might not be updating as much. ughhh. moving sucks!

tags:  @itsjaynebird @cianagiovannini @vaisabu @tiredofthisgeneration @fuckthatfeeling @ivarsvalkyrie @burningsunshin3 @readsalot73 @rockyrascal@britt-janssens @cryogenik @thinemineours @angelica61692@guardianofthestars25 @kittyhorror777  @wavesofjoy @readsalot73@hornyorca @chrystalcaper @lazycaucasian

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anonymous asked:

19 and 27 with Kylo? 💘

#19: “When I’m away and you can’t sleep, just know that it’s the same for me” +  #27: “I’m with you when I’m by myself. At least I feel like it’s true with a little help” 


Kylo sat in the cockpit of his command shuttle, eyes wrung with dark circles. His body was still getting used to all the travelling, and even though the rest of the soldiers on board were asleep, he stayed up, looking at the stars that whizzed past. Missions away from you were torture, especially when he only ever slept well if your warm body was cuddled up to his. 

He felt guilty, but eventually his need to hear your voice won out. He booted up the hyperwave comm scanner, dialling in the number of your room on the Finalizer. The line was silent for a while, until he heard you pick up.

“Hmph… Kylo?” You croaked at the other end.

“It’s me. Did I wake you?” He asked. He was a little sorry if he did, but hearing you was worth it.

“No. I’ve been trying for ages, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Me too.” He admitted, smiling tiredly. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too.” He could hear your grin through the communications line. “How’s the-” you paused mid sentence to yawn “-mission going?”

“Slowly. But I want to talk about you.” He whined. You chuckled, knowing how much of a big baby he was when it came to you.

“What about me?”

“How was your day, what are you wearing? You know, the usual things.” He smirked.

“Ben Solo, are you really attempting to initiate phone sex with me?”

“Stop calling me that. And maybe I am. I need to take a load off after all this travel, my muscles ache baby.”

“Ughhh.” You groaned. “You know how I get when you call me baby.” He bit his lip, readjusting in his seat as he heard you shuffling around. “Let me just turn my hologram on.”

He blinked as the bright image of you appeared, dishevelled yet perfect as always. Kylo smiled brightly at your picture, undoing his pants.

“It’s like I never left.” He purred. “Now tell me about your day, I really want to know.” 


*Request a song lyric drabble*

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We went to Brighton for the weekend.

He wanted to do Fri-Monday but I would of been pulling my hair out so I told him Sat NIGHT to Monday morning. As usual he got funny about it. Why does he get funny about me reclaiming one day of my life when I already spent 3 days with him last week ??????

I’m sorry I really can’t deal. I’m introverted ASF and need space from friends thoughtless of a middle aged white fuck. Go back to your Buisness trip. I don’t care if I sound like a bitch but pretending to be sexually attracted to someone that you’re not for days at a time is draining. I’m sure the real sb’s on here can understand, especially if they’ve been doing it with the same guy for a year +.

My SD has the softest hands, it’s like he doesn’t have any finger prints and they creep me out. Every leg rub, arm rub, hand rub creeps me the fuck out and I have to pretend it tickles but really I just want to peel my skin off.

Suppressing my emotions is really unhealthy and I feel a bit unwell after having to do it for days at a time. Especially when he refuses to give me any space on our trips.

Shit I wish I could say to my SD but instead say in my head:


“Get your fucking hands off me”

“Ughhh”

“I’m *not* actually wet, you just slobbered on me ”

“You have no lips”

“Why don’t you just say how you feel instead of being so passive?”

“I wish you would stop constantly stroking me”

“Why are you crying ??”
(My SD literally cries when saying how fond of me he is, he does it all the time to the point I’m desensitised and I’ve stopped asking him why he’s crying. He did it last night at dinner😳.
I low-key think he’s trying to emotionally blackmail me)

Repost if you relate 🙃🙃🙃

smh i’m trying to redecorate Wes’ loft and i realized i have like 0 rugs from cleaning out my cc a few months ago. i closed my game to go hunt for some but ended up downloading 200 items of cc.. none of them were rugs.

pls.

The Silent Treatment: Tom Holland x Reader

Tom and Reader had a fight and now she’s giving him the silent treatment and he can’t stand it.


After getting frustrated over the argument you stormed off into the bed and screamed. You calmed down and decided that you were just going to ignore him and give him the silent treatment.

He noticed and smiled, “The silent treatment huh? Good so I don’t have to hear you talk me to death.” He joked. “UGhhh! Just for that rude comment I’m not talking to you for the rest of the day!”

He shrugged and smiled, “That’s fine with me.”He smiled.

After awhile he missed the sound of your voice. “Can you pass my the remote?”

You chucked it at him and went back to reading your book. He turned on one of your favorite shows, The Office. You two had decided to give it a try on Netflix and it was your favorite show. He was trying to get you to laugh but you got up and went to the bedroom and continued reading your book.

You were almost done when he came in the door, “Hey babe, I was going to order dinner. What can I get you?”

You shrugged and flipped your page. “Sushi? Tacos? Pasta? Wings?” He threw out some suggestions. You shrugged again and finished reading the last page. “Baby, I’m sorry! Can you please talk to me?” He begged, walking over to you.

“Y/N?” He got in your face and touched his nose to yours. Please?”

You got up and went to the bathroom with him hot on your trail, “Please! I need to hear that beautiful voice of yours! Can I at least get a hug or a kiss? A hi-five? A smile? A blink?”

You shut the door in his face and did your business and came out of the bathroom. “Did you wash your hands?” He joked. He tried to get a response out of you but it didn’t work. “I love Y/N!”

You clenched your jaw, “You know the rules. When one of us says ‘I love you’ the other has to say it back. No matter how upset we are at each other.” He said.

You pulled out your phone and texted it to him, he sighed, “That’s not fair. Babe come on.”

You rolled your eyes and walked to the kitchen,”I just want to hear you talk. Say something. Call me a dickhead, a twat, I don’t care.”

You pulled out your phone again: You are a dickhead and a twat😒

He sighed, “Fine. I’ll leave you alone.” He threw his hands up. You texted him again: I want bbq wings and pasta. Mineral water no ice.

“You got it.” He put a thumbs up and ordered the food. During dinner you kept it up and ate in silence.

“Y/N?” He asked. You almost said ‘what’ but caught yourself. “AH man, I thought I had it.” He snapped his fingers and continued to eat.

You weren’t as mad with him as you were when the day started. You two settled into bed. “You look beautiful.” He smiled. You looked at him and did a half smile, “You smiled.”

You nodded and reached for the light, “Hold on.” He grabbed your hand. “I am so sorry for being a dick today. You don’t talk too much and not hearing your voice all day made me want to scream.”

“I love you darling, good night.” He kissed you on the cheek and turned of his light. “I love you too.”

“YES!” He clapped his hands and pulled you into cuddle. “Say something else. I need to get my quick fix.” You laughed and kissed him. “You’re crazy.”

“I just really love you, you know that right?” He asked. “Yeah, even sometimes you have a funny way of showing it.”

“How?” He asked. You two got into a heated discussion, “Okay let’s not do this. I just want to go to sleep.” You said. “Okay, my bad.” He kissed you on the forehead and you both fell asleep.

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The Picture

Author: Admin M

Character(s): Suga(Yoongi)/Reader

Word Count: 853

Summary: How do you help your boyfriend when he is having a little trouble and you are on your cycle?

“Ughhh!” Suga plopped down on the couch next to me. 

“Bad day at work?” I asked him continuing to read my book. 

“Yeah I guess you could say so.” He was rubbing his temples. 

“What happened?”

“Remember that um…” He paused. I looked at him notices he was fidgeting with his phone. “You know that um photo of…” He pointed to my chest.

“What are you talking about?” I closed my book.

“You know that night when we were well, you know messing are…”

“Having sex?" 

"Shhhhh!” Suga covered my mouth. I don’t know what it is with this boy but he is the childish boy I’ve ever seen.

“Come on Suga.” I swatted his hand away. “What’s wrong?”

“Well while you were asleep that night I may have took a picture of…”

“Picture of what Suga!” I knew where he was going with this and I was getting infuriated. 

“You know your…” He points to my chest.

“My BOOBS!" 

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Winchester Brothers- Here to help

Title: Here to help

Pairings: Winchester brother x sister reader

Word count:1092

Request: Hi! Would you be willing to maybe write a oneshot where the reader is dating one of the boys and she had a stutter years ago that she overcame but now it’s come back and the boys help her practice difficult words or phrases and keep trying even when she gets mad at herself about it. Please and thank you! As someone who stutters a lot, it would make me very happy..but it’s okay if you don’t want to do it.

A/N: I thought I’d switch it up to sister cause then both of the brothers could help and it could be all fluffyyy cause you guys know how much I love fluff! I hope that’s okay with the requester. 

Warnings: The only one is that I know some people are uncomfortable and cringe at pet names (baby, baby girl, sweetie) so don’t read if don’t like that. 

You had always had a problem with your speech, your father wasn’t exactly one for understanding. You had suffered with stutters, your brothers had never heard it or even know that you had a stutter. It had came around the time that Sam had gone to collage and Dean was away on his own hunt for around a week. As soon as your father heard the slightest bit of your stutter, he yelled at you telling you that you wouldn’t be very scary with a stutter and would only be an easy target. He had taught you how to control it and it had gone,at least you thought it did. 

Your dad was gone now, and you were in the motel with your two older brothers. You turned to Dean wanting to ask him a question when nothing came out of your mouth. Luckily neither noticed until you could finally speak up. 

“D-Dean, C-ca-” You cut yourself off as Sam looked up, looking at you questioningly. His brows knitted together in confusion as you felt your cheeks light up crimson. You coughed, clearing you throat as you tried to start your sentence again. Sam was still watching you wearily as dean had thought you just stumbled over your sentence. 

“I-I W-Wa-was T-th” You sighed in frustration as you felt your cheeks light up even more. Dean finally catching on, looked up at you with the same confused expression. 

“(Y/n) do you have a stutter?” Sam asked his voice kind and soft. 

“N-no” You lied trying to cover it up but failed immediately. Sam’s eyes softened as he stood up and walked over to you. He knelt down as he took your smaller hands in his large ones. 

“Hey’s it okay, (y/n). We’re your brothers, you don’t have to be ashamed” Sam coo’d. You looked down still embarrassed. 

“Yeah (n/n), we’ll help you okay?” Dean reassured smiling just as softly as Sam did. 

“Why didn’t you tell us anyway?’‘Dean asked. You didn’t say anything as you felt your eye’s well up. You had disappointed your dad again. You were weak. 

’'Hey, hey, it’s okay baby” Sam whispered immediately pulling you into his long arms and into his chest. Your head fell on his broad shoulder as he rubbed your back, being able to span your back one handed since you were so small and he was so tall.

“(y/n), hey sweetie, why are you crying?” Dean asked confused but gently. You pulled away from Sam slightly as you sniffled looking down. 

“ D-dad T-told m-me that I-I w-wasn’t all-l-owed t-to S-st-stutt-er” You sniffled as Sam’s face twisted into a fuming expression. 

“That’s stupid (y/n), no one can help a stutter” He stated as he brushed your hair out of your face. You nodded.

“W-will y-you he-elp m-me” You asked looking at your older brothers. 

“Yeah, of course we will, but (n/n) if you stutter that’s not a problem” Dean smiled. 

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“Sammy’' 

’’S-sam-my. Ughhh!” You cried out gripping your hair as you heard a soft sigh. Dean’s hands removed your’s from your locks as he petted your head lightly. 

“It’s okay, we’ll keep trying okay?” He added. You nodded as he tried again.

“Sammy’' 

’’S-sammy’' 

’'Getting better, well done” Dean grinned high fiving you. Deciding to call it a days work, Dean headed off to the pub making sure you were safely nessled into bed before he headed out and telling Sam to keep an eye on you. You knew Dean wouldn’t be back tonight since he was most likely to pick up a girl. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from Sam’s laptop as brightness flooded from the screen and lightly across the room. Sam knew you couldn’t sleep with the light on so he turned it off for you. Tossing and turning as the sheets tangled around your small frame, you climbed slowly out of bed you made your way over to you older brother sam and climbed into his lap. He didn’t look away from the screen as he wrapped his muscular arm around your small body, pulling you into his chest. 

“Why aren’t you in bed?” He asked as he glanced between you and the screen. 

“I-it’s T-to Ha-hard S-sammy” You sighed nessling your head into the crook of his neck. He pulled you back a bit as he put his full attention on you. 

“Hey, it’s okay. You can do this baby, I know you can. It’s going to take time and a lot of practice, but your already doing so well, and I’ve seen what you can do Baby girl, Dean has too, and we know- if you don’t give up, you can do this” He encouraged as you nodded. He picked you up walking over to the beds as he layed you down gently before pulling the covers up to your chin. Leaning down, he pecked your forehead before whispering a good night. You knew some people would be creeped out or find it strange by the pet names and affection you got from your brothers, but with what your lives were based around, you were as close as ever and tried to spend as much time with each other before anything happened. And with the dim light from Sam’s laptop screen and the feeling of safety that you brother was only a call away, you fell into a peaceful slumber.

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Both of your brothers and sometimes Castiel whenever he came around, would help you with your speech. You were doing the dishes when you saw something shiny out of the corner of your eye. Deciding you shouldn’t touch it you decided to get one of your brothers. 

“Dean?!” You called quietly, your eye’s widening when you realized you said his name perfectly. You rushed out jumping on the first person you saw, which happened to be Castiel. He let out an 'Umph’ as he gripped your under arms and held you high in the air with a confused face to see what was going on. “I can speak again Cas!” you cried out happily as he nodded smiling, now understanding. Two figures came in the room, you run up to your over grown brother. You literally leaped into his arms as he stumbled slightly before holding you up. “Sammy I did it!’' 

’'Awh, well done baby, I knew you would” Sam chuckled as you jumped down and bounced over to dean. Dean started to mimic you as he jumped up and down. 

“See, nothing to worry about”

UGHHHH THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED 2 DAYS AGOOO UGHHHHH

The character on top is based off @bettinalevyisdetermined‘s OC - Joyce! (I don’t have a name for her yet tho i fucking suck….) I’ll do my best to post a ref for her tommorow but don’t count on it. I also have to draw that drawing that has been in my head this whole day…and a fanart for @hiimtryingtounderfell… UGHHH TOO MUCH WORK.

300 follower smut continuation (KBTBB) Revenge - 1. Shuichi.

[My fingers are pretty much flying. I’m loving this whole idea & I can’t get my ideas down fast enough.. I’m not sure if I captured Shuichi properly but this is what I came up with. Again, Thank you to @teresa-yukibito. She is my partner in smut crime. ENJOY!]

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Title: Just A Simple Night In

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Bobby x Reader

Word Count: 899

Summary: You come home from a long day at work wanting to rest and Jiwon is just the man to do it with.

A/N: So this is my very first fluff, or writing piece in general. A friend asked me to make this for her so I did and she ended up liking it so I decided to post it. I hope you guys enjoy it.

 “Ughhh, good lord am I tired” You walk into your house throwing your shoes to the side and taking your jacket off. You just want to go to take a hot shower and rest after your long day at work. As soon as you walk into your room you see your boyfriend Jiwon there laying down on his phone.

“Oh, hey Y/N. Back from work?” He says as he sees you lazily walk over to the bed and flop down right beside him.

“Yes. Absolutely the WORST day ever. I just wanna take a hot shower and sleep.” Right away an idea pops into Jiwon’s head.

“Why don’t you get ready to take a shower, I’ll be right back” He left out the door in such a great speed. As you were taking your clothes off in your room you started to hear a clanking noise from the bathroom, you ignore it and continue with getting ready.

As you walk to the bathroom with a towel wrapped around you, you open the door to the bathroom and there you see, your boyfriend standing with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair a bit damp with a couple of water drops falling down his face, off his chin onto his bare chest moving its way down across his chiseled abs.

You stand there with a blank expression on your face, which at this point is probably quite red. Jiwon then just takes you hand and leads you to the bath tub which is filled and lighted with candles around the rim of the tub and you can smell the wonderful sent of lavender flowing from the water in the tub.

“You wanted a nice hot bath right Y/N? Well how about a nice massage with it as well?” He said as he stepped into the tub while still holding you hand to lead you into the tub with him. He then takes off his towel to expose his great big member. He then removes your towel exposing your body as well and leads you into the tub.

He then sits down and you sit down with him while leaning your back against his strong chest and sinking into the nice hot water. He then grabs the shampoo and squeezes some into his hand, he starts to rub the shampoo in your hair and starts to massage you head in a nice and gentle circular motion. You start to hum in response to his massage and he starts to sing a small tune in your ear to sooth you.

He then washes the shampoo off with water, and then he grabbed the liquid soap and put some on the palm of his hand. He then started with your shoulders and massaged all the knots outs and then went on to spreading the soap suds from your shoulders to your back then to your waist and up to your breast and then back down to your thighs rubbing little circles to ease the tension in your muscles.

“How are you feeling jagi?” He said as you laid your head on his chest while he’s still massaging the spots he missed.

“Mmm, I’m feeling so good right now, this was a great idea.”

Just as you guys finished your bath, you both just sat there in the still warm water until Jiwon suggested that it’s time to get out and dry off to go to sleep.

You both started to climb out of the tub. Jiwon took your towel and dried off your shoulders and then wrapped you in your towel and gave you a kiss on your forehead. He then grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist. You both walked out the bathroom and walked into the bed room to get changed

“Why don’t we watch a movie in bed?” Jiwon said. You agreed and took one of his big shirts out of the closet and just threw it on. Jiwon just put on some boxes and as he turned around he saw you in his big shirt where the end of his shirt hit midway to your knees. He stands there just staring at you with a bright smile on his face, wanting to laugh at how cute you looked in his shirt.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You said when you saw him staring at you.

“No, I just thought of how cute you look in my shirt.”

You both laugh and then climb into bed. He stretches out his arm and you lay your head on his chest and get close to him as he turns on the tv to watch a movie.

He just turns on the tv to any first comedy movie he’d find. About 20 minutes into the movie Jiwon is laughing and he turns to you to see if you were laughing as well but as he turns to look at you he sees that you’ve fallen asleep already. He takes the blankets and pulls them up to cover both of you. He then turns off the tv and wraps his other arm around so your against his chest sleeping. He looks at you and kisses you on the forehead and says “I’m so glad I have someone like you in my life. I hope to stay with you for a long time. Goodnight Y/N, I love you.”