well it looks like things are kinda looking up

Wanna hear what Lili thinks about her scenes with Juggie in her room? Here’s a snippet of Lili Reinhart’s commentary about the adorable Betty & Jughead exchange! I made the video to visualize their commentary… ~ From the fun filled entertaining 2hour long official podcast with Lili, Madelaine & Bob Barth with RiverdalePCast yesterday ~ Full transcript & video below cut.

Bob: Back at the Cooper’s place and Betty is getting ready for the funeral…and who’s gotten a little suit on?
Bob: And he looks good!
Lili: She sees him with the suit on but still got the beanie though.
Mads: What’s his hair like under there though?
Lili: We’ll find out….
Bob: It’s gotta be dreadlocks…when’s the last time he shampooed? *laughs*
Lili: Ohh….the questions will be answered.
Yeah, she… I think obviously you can see there’s growing chemistry between the two…and it’s quite apparent especially in that scene. You know she gives a little…smile..like “Oh, you clean up nice. Ya know…kinda one of those things…Urm.. yeah.
Bob: And there’s something thats…..well Cole has always been a good looking kid. I didn’t know the Disney show. But I knew him as Ross’s son on Friends!
Lili: Yeah! Ben!
Bob: So I was like "OH THAT’S COLE!” And he’s got a GREAT smile and you never see Jughead do it!
Jug is just sort of  …and we can’t understand why…but he’s sort of a dour…he’s got a lot on his shoulders. So when he DOES crack a smile, your heart melts.
Lili/Mad: Yeah….
Bob: And it works for EVERYONE.
Lili: I think Betty…makes Jug happy…brings out the happiness in him.
Bob: That’s great.

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fandoms-stoll-my-life  asked:

Can you do the RFA + V with an MC who CANNOT sleep in a house alone. Like she's paranoid about someone breaking in, watching her in her sleep, etc. So by the party she's sleep deprived and close to passing out.

Wow look at cat mom actually doing stuff!! Much productive such write!! Sorry for not being active lately due to some personal matters and overall crappy health, but I promise to try my best from now on.

Onto your request: Yikes I want to wrap this MC in a blanket and put her to sleep like omg who gives a damn about this party lol. Anyways, here you go, love! I ignored everything that happened in each party because that would’ve changed… well, your entire request, especially in certain routes. Just think of it as a neutral party? Taking Jaehee’s route as an example.

- Admin Cat Mom.


  • the moment is perfect and this baby boy is more than ready to become a Manly Man and give you that well-deserved kiss you both have been waiting for.
  • and he’s going for it, he wraps his arms around you and leans in for a kiss, but right before closing his eyes he notices how drained you look.
  • the bags under your eyes can be seen from space oh dear god.
  • of course the stupid kiss doesn’t matter anymore.
  • and he beats himself up for not noticing it before?
  • immediately starts interrogating you.
  • sweetie you’re not helping let poor MC at least process the questions.
  • instead of answering any of them, you mumble something unintelligible and hold tightly to his arms.
  • you got like two hours of sleep last night, your eyelids are heavy and your whole body feels like jelly so you’re thankful for the extra support.
  • but while your busy letting yourself go in his arms, he straight up freaks out because—are you passing out right now, MC?
  • oh god oH GOD PLEASE DON’T.
  • once he takes you somewhere quiet, gets you a chair, and makes certain you’re somewhat more stable, he squats down in front of you and holds your hand, stroking it softly as he listens to what’s been troubling you.
  • if only he would’ve known sooner…
  • “I’m so sorry you had to go through that by yourself, MC.”
  • you can see true anguish in every corner of his face.
  • after a brief discussion with the rest of RFA, he offers to take you home and promises to stay with you until you feel better.
  • and even though he doesn’t say this out loud, he would gladly, ahem, sleep right next to you if it’ll make you feel safe and sound.


  • this place is so crowded and noisy and holY SHIT you look like you’re dying, MC, what the hell happened?
  • he’s eavesdropping on you and it’s quite evident you’re trying your best to make conversation with guests but you’re so disconnected from everything, stuttering and fidgeting and spacing out.
  • so he approaches you and carefully places a hand on your shoulder to help you out a little and pull you back to earth.
  • and… you startle at his touch and screech, he screeches as well and backs up, everybody goes quiet, things get awkward, suddenly the concept of spontaneous combustion sounds nice and fitting.
  • in order to avoid making things worse, though, he smiles for the guests, suggests them to try the food and takes you somewhere less crowded.
  • it’s not really a pleasant talk because you feel so dizzy and you’re afraid he may start nagging you for not getting enough sleep.
  • yet not surprisingly enough, he gets mad at everyone but you.
  • he’s mad at seven and v for leaving you all alone in someone else’s apartment and refusing to reveal your location
  • what was the point of that anyway?
  • he’s also mad at himself for not being there for you.
  • and while he rattles on and on about RFA’s irresponsible and careless members, your legs start feeling heavy and your vision gets blurry.
  • whoops, there goes MC who is now all passed out on the floor.
  • OH SHIT.
  • nope nope nope he’s getting you out of there rIGHT NOW.
  • not a chance he’s letting you stay at the party, you need a good ol’ beauty sleep to recharge and get better.


  • she’s been in your position more times than she can count.
  • it’s pretty obvious she recognizes all the signs of a sleep deprived individual.
  • and she’s honestly the sweetest and most caring of them all?
  • like honey, you’ve done more than enough for this huge success of a party, you’re even trying to socialize and interact with guests while struggling to stand and walk.
  • everything’s been taken care of and the guys are handling the party just fine, you don’t need to worry and you’re going home right. now.
  • because having you wander around while close to passing out could do more harm than you leaving early.
  • when she mentions driving you somewhere nearby rika’s apartment so you can get some sleep, your face immediately drops.
  • oh…?
  • she’s quick to pick up your reaction and asks for an explanation.
  • after you provide her one, she deadpan nods and grabs you by the arm.
  • okay then it’s settled, she has no choice but to take you to her place.
  • when you both arrive, she puts you to bed and offers you a warm cup of tea to help you relax before heading out.
  • except she barely makes it two inches far from her bed because there’s something desperately pulling her sleeve.
  • she hesitates for a moment and urges you that you’re safe here, there are no bomb threats or possible intruders or hackers slash kidnappers waiting for the right time to take you away.
  • plus they’re expecting her at the party.
  • but… you’re persistent and you seem genuinely distressed thus she can’t just go on with her day knowing you’re feeling unsafe.
  • so she lies down next to you and lets you rest your head on her chest, and she promises to stay by your side until you wake up.
  • her heart is pounding like crazy and her cheeks are bright red, poor thing may explode at any given second but it’s okay it’s all good, it feels nice having you this close.
  • you soon fall asleep together and it’s the cutest thing.


  • as soon as he arrives, he eagerly starts looking for you.
  • an alluring being among the crowd he simply cannot wait to meet, where can they be? you can tell how anxious he is just by looking at his left cuff.
  • he’s fidgeting with it nonstop.
  • he asks about your whereabouts to every RFA member and guest he encounters without any luck.
  • until he bumps into seven and pops out the same question yet again.
  • “there,” he answers while pointing at his back.
  • five seconds later you crash into him, both of you losing balance for a moment.
  • “are you drunk, MC?”
  • though harsh and quite direct, he tries to be discreet about it.
  • and in his defense, you do look a bit drunk and disoriented.
  • this isn’t how he imagined getting to meet you.
  • still, he’s a gentleman resolved to help you avoid embarrassment and discomfort, and instead of dwelling on the reasons behind your current state right there, he escorts you outside to have a talk.
  • what? what do you mean you’ve barely slept in the past two weeks?
  • he refrains from lecturing you because 1) you look like you could faint at any minute and 2) he doesn’t want to upset someone who’s already upset enough, it’d be no help.
  • “you should’ve called, why didn’t you? I would’ve kept you company.”
  • you know it’s serious when executive director jumin han is willing to sacrifice his sleep and tight schedule just to make sure you’re having a good night’s sleep.
  • but since “it’s no use crying over spilled milk” his words and he has zero fucks to give, he suggests fleeing from the party.
  • no worries he ends up calling jaehee to let her know you’re feeling unwell.
  • after getting into his car, you fall asleep on his shoulder.
  • he stays still and watches you sleep in silence, a cute, barely noticeable smile across his face.


  • oh noes.
  • he’s seen that “do i want death or am i already dead who the hell knows at this point” look you’re pulling off.
  • where, you may be wondering? oh, that’s right, in the fucking mirror every goddamn night for the past fifteen years of his life.
  • you look like a zombie wandering around the room, you’re bumping into people and making a mess your way.
  • you haven’t even realized there’s a wine stain on your pretty clothes.
  • otherwise, he’s afraid you’ll pass out cold and the last thing you need right now is a concussion, so he comes up to you and greets you with one of his dumb jokes in order to lift your spirit.
  • it kinda works but you’re still looking… well, dead, and moody.
  • a moody zombie? yeah, that’s about it.
  • refusing to give up on you just yet, he grabs your hand and promises to stay by your side throughout the whole night so you can lean on him, literally, whenever you feel like you’re about to faint.
  • what was that? do you want to leave early instead? that’s cool too, jaehee will take care of everything don’t you worry, my brave soldier.
  • defender of justice seven zero seven’s got your back!!
  • you eventually leave the party together but you don’t go very far, instead, you lay down on a park nearby to contemplate the sky.
  • he’s telling you stories about the clouds idly passing by when he hears a sweet little snore.
  • it’s you!! you’ve fallen asleep on his chest, aw.
  • all the blood in his system gathers on his cheeks and he is now all red, you can’t tell his hair apart from his face.
  • and in order to keep you warm and well protected, he embraces you with both arms and kisses your head.
  • later on he falls asleep too because he’s just as sleep deprived as you.


  • surprise surprise! much to everyone’s expectations, lovely boy has decided to show up to the party!
  • and he’s so excited to meet you after hearing so many positive things about you and how you’ve put every ounce of energy into RFA’s party.
  • he needs to thank you properly!!
  • spotting you amidst the guests isn’t really hard as there’s a bunch of people gathered in the center of the room making commotion.
  • apparently, someone has fainted? he can hear yoosung screaming and asking people to make some room, zen is yelling something about CPR, and jaehee is rushing to the crowd while dialing what it seems to be 119.
  • what in the world…?
  • determined to do some damage control, he hurries to reach jaehee and tries to find out what the hell is going on.
  • “it appears MC has passed out and we don’t know the reason.”
  • no need to say more.
  • he kindly but firmly asks people to stay back so that you can get some air, and he also sends yoosung to get you a chair to sit on.
  • zen is in charge of bringing you a glass of water because boy needs to calm the eff down.
  • five minutes later he manages to sit you upright in a chair, away from the crowd and where you can get some fresh air.
  • six pairs of concerned eyes are piercing right through you while you try to regain consciousness, only one of them hidden behind sunglasses.
  • you may not see those eyes clearly, but they carry the most guilt out of all of them.
  • in his usual soft caring voice, he does an attempt to ask you what’s wrong, and as he gets the answer he was expecting, he frowns and strokes your hair.
  • “why didn’t you say anything? we could’ve helped you.”
  • were it not for the mess he’s sunken in thanks to rika, he would’ve gone to the apartment himself to make sure you were getting some sleep.

i’m opening commissions for the first time in 7+ years. yikes lol. this is to help fund me going to SDCC with my buds. since my wrist behaves better with pencil and paper, i’m only opening 1 digital slot [full colour or b/w ] this round. the rest will be traditional pencil art

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Full House pt 1

Prompt: “I thought I made it clear we have a no abduction policy”
“she wasn’t cooperating. What did you expect me to do? ”

You knew one thing. This dude was certifiably insane. And strangely… cute? You got out of bed at six in the morning for work and this Man with wild pink hair and a pink mustache that looks kinda fake, is sitting in your kitchen making tea with your favorite mug..Like what the hell. “Uh, Hello…” You say still trying to figure out if this is real or not, the man looks up and smiles a big goofy smile at you taking a sip of the tea. He makes a face and dumps and entire canister of sugar in the cup, “Uh, That’s not very healthy you know” You say staring at the strange man he laughs and shakes his head, “No, but I don’t really care, I’ve always had a sweet tooth. My name is Wilford Warfstache, and you are?” He asked, he had a funny way of talking You shook your head, “I’m not introducing myself to a strange man in my kitchen” you stated simply. I mean, this dude could be a mass murderer! Wilford frowned and stood up, “But why not? I just want to get an interview with a beautiful woman” he said no doubt trying to be charming… “Yeah no. You shouldn’t even be here and it’s really creepy that you are. So i’m going to go back upstairs and when i come back if you’re not gone, i’m calling the police” You stated turning to leave. Before you even got to the stairs you felt a sharp pain in your head and everything went black. _’_’_’_’_’_’_’_’_’_’_’_’_’_’_’_’_’_’_’_’_’_’_’_’_’_’_’_’     Wilford opened the door to the house he shared with the other ipliers and one or two septiceyes and tried to very quietly climb the stairs. He failed. Dark exited his room at the top of the stairs and took one look at Wilford, “I thought i made it clear, we have a no abduction policy” He said, his voice echoed and bounced around a bit making his words difficult to understand, Wilford sighed and motioned to your unconscious form, “She wasn’t Cooperating. What did you expect me to do?” The man in pink tried to defend himself, Dark shook his head. He most certainly did not want the girl here against her will. She was far too important… “Put her on the couch, I’ll deal with your mess later” he grumbled walking back to his room. Wilford rolled his eyes and put the girl on the couch before walking off to start the day. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- I got the first chapter of this done! I want to make it an on going thing and I’m not sure where this will take me yet! I’d love the opinion of my favorite writer on this site @justwritingscibbles but I know she can be busy :P Thanks to everyone reading!
Fairy Tail Chapter 532 Review

oh boy oh boy, this chapter

I have a few complaints please.

First, We get this big color page of Zeref and Mavis making out but then at the end they don’t look at each other. It’s not like you can say ‘oh this is past and present’ because that first scene never  happened.

Second, why is Gajevy in a corner? We get all the big 4 ships in this color page but all of them except Gajevy get horizontal boxes that show off the ship, Gajevy is pushed into a corner. You think the only one of the 4 pairings to be canon would get bigger panels.

Third, Why is Gildarts and Cana here? This cover is really trying to push romantic love over familial love. But then your big symbolism loses meaning when you go against the grain, because when you look at Chelia and Wendy people are going to say “Well it’s platonic”

Fourth, why are Chelia and Wendy in a pool? I mean it doesn’t even get in any loli fanservice because their swim suits are way more conservative.

Fifth, I know about Elfever because I’m very absorbed into the fandom and put in a lot more effort in caring about than say a more casual viewer. I can only expect that a casual viewer is scratching their head because outside of caeos neither Elfman nor Evergreen have done anything, let alone remind you their in a relationship.

Six, Mirajane and Laxus. Seriously I’ve gone through all of Fairy Tail and this was never pushed as a possibility. You could’ve put in Lyon and Meredy and it make as much sense.

Seven, If your going to include familial love, why aren’t the strauss family together? They have been the pillar of blood relationships in this series for a long time.

Eight, and probably my biggest gripe, WHERE IS ALZACK X BISCA AND REN X SHERRY?! Seriously, you think for a page promoting a lot of love you’d want to include the only married couples in the series. And I understand Ren and Sherry are very minor characters but ALzack and Bisca? They have not only been here for years but also Bisca has done more this arc than Elfman and yet his ship gets a panel. Bullshit.

Okay so actual story time.

So Natsu all fired up with Dragon force faces Zeref. Also that human thing, umm, while I like the plot point you still kinda make it weak with the fact of the poor execution of the human moment.

Oh god. Natsu just blast right through her, no I’m serious Mavis’s plans are never good.

So Zeref has Mavis now. Well, it’s over. No seriously he got what he wanted he doesn’t need to listen to you Mavis.

Mavis says she has a way to “beat’ Zeref but Zeref says it’s useless. Not even END could beat him. Umm Zeref, you and END haven’t fought. Natsu hasn’t released it yet.

Zeref wants to kill Acnologia because he fears how when all humans are gone, immortals like them will become toys for him. Okay, as much shit I throw at this chapter, that is a really interesting idea and does tie together some of the odd dialogue from Zeref in previous chapters. So props.

Oh Gee! It’s almost like walking right into his hands was a bad idea! Seriously, this isn’t a surprise, you gift wrapped his victory.

We cut away to the christina

So Acnologia is still chasing them and it seems he’s maintaining a trail because he can smell Wendy’s dragon scent most likely.

Also *groan* Anna says she can open the gate because she’s a celestial wizard, oh go fuck yourself. I’ve already predicted your obvious end so lets get to it.

Jellal then volunteers himself to buy them some time which is honestly their smartest move. He has the most magic, suffered the least damage and his multi purpose heavenly body magic could be useful.

We cut to Zeref and Mavis

So apparently, Neo Eclipse isn’t a total reset rather it is just one person getting a do-over and can most likely preserve the memories so he can avoid aking that timeline.

I do kinda like this scene as Zeref is doing his contradiction thing but it also lends this idea of almost gray goal rather than a black and white one. Which I like.

And now for a scene I don’t like. This no regrets line feels really odd for a contradiction based character. Like is this definitive thought or this his justification? I just don’t like this scene.

After striking his power up pose Zeref activates Fairy Heart.

Oh my God I really has surpassed god! He got two of the greatest manga power ups of all time. Longer hair and a change of clothes! And as we all know those are signs of a truly god level threat.

(If your looking for more jokes about how Zeref looks please check here)

So post Chapter follow up: Well this chapter was a whole lot of nothing. Like aside from Zeref going god mode nothing really happens. Like it’s even just re-stating stuff we already know, this chapter was kinda padded out.

So pros, I do really like the reason why Zeref fears Acnologia, and I also like any scenes where Zeref can come off as the shades of gray character that he was introduced to us as. It’s also nice neo eclipse only is one reset and not the whole world changing.

Another thing I like is Jellal making the heroic sacrifice, because he’s the only well established side character on Christina doing something!

On the negative side, this chapter is just so stupid. Aside from the issue of nothing but going around in a circle of stating what we already know. But the worst of all is Mavis being a freaking idiot. Again she literally handed him all this god level strength because she’s an idiot. It’s not even a “oh wait she’s blinded by her emotions” moment. It’s a “let me put you in a prime position to take what you started a whole war over.” Since, this is what the chapter revolves around it was just painful.

Final Verdict: 3/10

  • It’s got a few good moments
  • But overall it’s so stupid
  • Just a padded chapter
Suspicious Minds (Dean X Reader)

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A/N: written specially for @itswitchcraft-not-googlemaps challenge!

Warnings: none. just a lot of fluff.

Originally posted by stardustsam

Originally posted by whoeverx3

You woke up in the middle of the night and realized there was an empty space next to you. Moaning lazily, you opened up your eyes to see just a pillow and a mess of sheets. You grabbed your phone and saw it was almost 3 A.M. With a groan you got up, grabbed Dean’s shirt and dragged yourself down the stairs and went to the kitchen, finding him eating the last piece of the pie you’ve bought.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re eating it all by yourself!” you complained and watched him jump on his chair, scared by your sudden appearance. He took the earphones off and looked at you.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but I woke up and needed to eat something” he said with a grin, looking at you with no remorse on his face. “Want a bite?” he offered, not really meaning it.

“No, thanks. First of all it’s three in the morning; I couldn’t eat it even if I wanted to.” You a made a grossed out face, walking towards him and sitting on his lap. “Second of all, you want it so bad that I think if I eat it, I’ll get a stomachache” you whispered, kissing his cheeks lightly.

Dean chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist, eating the last piece. “C’mon, I’d happily give you some pie. Want it?” he asked with a full mouth, his face getting closer to yours.

“Dean, stop it!” you yelled, trying to get away from his grip, your hands on his chest. “Seriously, we’re gonna wake Sam up!” you laughed loudly, closing your eyes.

“Sorry, babe, couldn’t resist.” He said in a low voice, kissing you lightly. He got his phone to pause the song and you got curious. Grabbing it from his hand you saw he was listening to Suspicious Minds, by Elvis.

“Aww, you were listening to our song!” you exclaimed, pressing play and listening to the first accords of the song, closing your eyes as you pressed your forehead against Dean’s.

“I was remembering the first time we met.” He babbled, caressing your hair. “The way you ignored me… Man, your friends told me you were pure ice, but still. I almost shit my pants talking to you” he revealed, surprising you.

“Oh, stop it! I wasn’t that bad, was I?” you asked, starting to analyze your reactions.

“You were, but that’s fine! I wouldn’t want it any other way. You know I always loved a challenge.” He teased you, a side smile on his face.

“Why did you kept insisting then?” you questioned him, rolling your eyes at his statement but still shocked by his confessions. You never really realized you were like that.

Dean got up, placing your hands around his neck and pulling you closer to him, moving slowly, according to the rhythm song. “Well, don’t tell Sam I said that, but…” he looked down, blushing a little. That was new; in three years, you never saw him blush. “You know, I kinda believe in this whole love at first sight thing” he said in just one breath, looking up carefully to see your reaction. You gave him a soft smile.

“Oh, baby… I don’t really believe in these things, but I’m not gonna lie… I felt a connection with you the day we met” you confessed.

“Really? Then why you were so harsh on me?” he croaked, looking deeply and lovingly into your eyes.

“Because I felt a connection with a man I’ve never seen before and I was scared” you said in a laugh, pulling him to a kiss. Your mouth touched his lightly for a moment, just tasting and enjoying the moment and the closeness. Slowly, Dean opened his mouth and slide his tongue inside of yours, moaning at your contact. “That’s why you always say this is our song. Suspicious minds. Holy shit!” you exclaimed panting, breaking the kiss to breath.

“And because Elvis is fucking awesome, darling” he teased you, his hands on your waist, touching you lightly. The last seconds of the song were playing, and you felt your eyes tear up because of the way Dean was looking at you: pure love. Nothing else but love and happiness. “We’re caught in a trap. I can’t walk out… Because I love you too much, baby!” he whispered to you, giving you a small affected smile, since he wasn’t used to expressing his emotions and feeling the way he was doing.

“I love you!” you whimpered, tiptoeing to kiss him deeply, both of your tears mixing up.

Jerome Valeska- Homework

An: i put this on wattpad but i wasn’t getting teh views so it came to tumblr woo

Jerome Valeska x reader

mild fluff.

The high school that was in Gotham(which had the original name of Gotham High), had a football tournament with a neighbouring school.

(Y/N) wasn’t exactly what you’d call ‘athletic’, she didn’t participate in any sort of sports clubs of any kind. But she had a keen eye for journalism. She did help to run the school’s newspapers and, every year, she, with along a couple other people, designed the yearbooks and other offical stuff like that.

(Y/N) was frequently asked by the head of year to go along to one of the matches to really get a detailed overview of what happened. She never did, because she figured she could ask  her friend, Angie, who was a star cheerleader, what went down. But sometimes Angie wasn’t very reliable. So she eventually decided to tag along to a game.

“(Y/N), wanna come sit with us on the bus?” Angie asked as her and the football team started to board the iconic yellow school bus. (Y/N) shook her head.

“Thanks, but i need to catch up on some homework. Gotta have some peace and quiet.” She said while pointing to her dark red backpack.

Angie looked a little disappointed, but flipped her beach blonde hair back and gave Julia a little smile.

“Ok, see ya around. Can’t wait for you to see my amazing cheerleading skills!” She joked.

“Yes, yes Angie, i’ll write something about the cheerleaders.” She assured her friend.


“And i’ll comment on how excellent your kicks are.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes while smiling.

“Thanks boo!” Angie nuzzled (Y/N) into a hug, (Y/N) looking a little surprised, but patted her back gently. Angie then hopped into the bus to sit with the other cheerleaders.

(Y/N) was just about to walk in as well until the footballers of the school shoved pass her, almost knocking her over. She grumbled, pondering whether to make a big deal out of it, but decided against it.

She plodded to the back of the bus, and slumped in the uncomfortable chair, sighing, and then pulling out a green textbook.


(Y/N) was so caught up in her work that she couldn’t notice the bus being hijacked by the recently let out psychopaths. To be fair, her black beats headphones blasted music in her ear to the maximum, which probably wasn’t very smart.

Just as she was about to write the word ‘the’, the book was yanked from her hands and thrown randomly, hitting the head of one of the team.

She abruptly looked up, to be met with an unexpected view.

Jerome Valeska.

One of the murderous psychos that was busted out of Arkham Asylum. 

He was a redhead, around the age of (Y/N) , and green/blue eyes, the same ones staring at her paired with a sinister smile.

(An: you’re around 17 in this story sorry not sorry)

Jerome was scarily close; you could see the freckles dotted around his cheeks.

‘Gingers’, she thought rudely.

“Well that’s just unfortunate, you missed out on the big show.” He mumbled eerily. (Y/N) couldn’t comprehend what he was saying; she paid more attention to the fact that she could probably die. Sweat fell down her forehead in pearls.

His smile then changed into a frown, and his eyebrows arched. Jerome then got up from his crouched position and threw his hands back.

“What, are you not gonna say anything? Come on,” he growled, glaring at her like she was a piece of meat,“speak, i dare you.”

(Y/N) was doing that thing where her throat was spasming, barely being able to breathe. She could almost cry. The way he saw death as if it was nothing. Sickening even.

Jerome was starting to get impatient, tapping the tops of the crappy chairs with his fingers, slapping his thighs in a rhythmic way, running a hand through his gelled hair.

“You’re boring. I think i’m just gonna kill you.” He said lightheartedly while pulling out his pistol.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in shock and she almost screamed “Wait!” To which Jerome had her at gunpoint, with a scowl.

It was just then she realised all the cheerleaders and footballers that were handcuffed to the seats with duct tape on their mouths, soaked in gasoline, but with interest in their eyes, were looking at them.

How the hell did she miss getting covered in gasoline? And why was she still intact? That’s what she’d ask Jerome, even if it did kill her.

“Uh… Um, h-how come e-veryone is handcuffed a-and,” she paused to regain her composure, “has duct tape over their mouths, but i’m fine?” She breathed heavily. Like getting your exam results back.

He smiled a coy smile. Not exactly what she expected. He relaxed his eyebrows, which sent an all-clear sign to (Y/N). He loosened his grip on the pistol.

Jerome was about to reply, but then the distinctive sound of police sirens rose as cop cars came into sight on the right. He groaned and muttered in annoyance. But a glint of a good idea sparkled through his eyes.

He looked back at (Y/N), grin as wide as the Cheshire Cat, “who knows? You’re coming with me.” He demanded.

(Y/N) shook her head skittishly but he grabbed her arm and dragged her along.

Before she was out of the bus she caught a glimpse of her friend Angie, in the same state as the rest of the people on that bus. (Y/N) saw the worry that filled her eyes.

As soon as she was out of the bus, the sound of a gun cocking was heard and the feeling of a cool gun was harsh on her temple.

She felt a presence behind her grip her by the shoulders and her back touching a chest, which she could only assume it was Jerome’s.

(Y/N) could feel his breathing on her neck. ‘Oh, so he is alive. Thought he was a vampire or something.’

“He looks like a male prostitute, what with his suit having black fabric around his crotch looking like a thong.” (Y/N) spoke aloud, without realising.

“Excuse me?” Jerome pulled her hair to bend her head to the side more and aimed the pistol by her neck. He was even closer than before. (Y/N) cursed.

“Did i s-say that out loud?” She squeaked at him, to which he nodded slowly, smirking. She gulped, looking ahead to see GCPD cars.

No surprise that the men that stepped out of the central car were Detectives Jim Gordon and Harvey Bullock. They displayed a look of determination while ironically walking uncertainly.

Harvey nudged Jim and he said something inaudible for the Maniax and (Y/N) to him. Jim nodded. And Jim looked to the little fiasco with steady hands.

“Jerome, release the hostage and the bus now. If you all willingly do so, we can arrange to shorten all of your stays at Arkham. We’re only telling you this once.” He offered to the Maniax, Jerome scowling.

He shuffled around a bit which made (Y/N)’s position more unbearably painful than before. It had now come that he had his right arm clutched tightly around her, his nails digging into her forearm. The pistol was still pointed at her neck though.

“By how much?” Jerome asked with a sharp intake of breath before. (Y/N)’s face grew flustered, but she couldn’t pinpoint the reason why.

It wasn’t because she thought he was attractive, did she? No!


He was a murderous, crazy ginger. That isn’t the best combination that a girl could want.

But, he had charisma and charm. That’s what any girl would want.

“I’m sorry?” Harvey yelled because there was a distance between the sides.

Jerome lowered his head and glared daggers.

“I said, by how much!” He shouted at them. She could feel the tension growing. (Y/N) was almost certain that some people were going to die today. She felt tears brimming at the thought of possible events.

Jim Gordon stared at them for a bit, then quickly conversed with Harvey before looking back. Harvey stopped him and pushed him gently to the car because he knew that someone was going to fire a gun.

He eventually yelled, “six months!” (Y/N) knew that wouldn’t have been satisfactory for Jerome, or the rest of the Maniax for that matter.

“Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Are you kidding me? Six months off a life sentence? Ha!” He bawled, the other three escapees joining in, “you’re a joker, Jimbo! Boys?” He looked to them again, halting their chuckles,

“Shoot to kill” he orders, and they fire their guns. Jim and Harvey sprint to opposite sides.

As (Y/N) witnessed the shattering of a car window, and the outing of a nameless cop, she couldn’t bear the situation, couldn’t bear the pistol by her jugular, couldn’t bear the firm arm wrapped around her.

And she lost it.

She started to sob and wail and bawl and cry, and Jerome stopped chuckling and gazed at her.

“Hey, what’s wrong (Y/N)?” He asked. If she hadn’t been crying, she would’ve realised that he used her name, even though he never asked.

“J-just leave me be! I want to go home! I don’t want to die!” She choked out.

He slowly took away the pistol from her neck and pulled her back to the doors of the coach. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked at her sincerely.

“Hey, don’t cry now. Life’s a joke and i’m the jester. It doesn’t help to be down all the time. Lighten up!” He groveled while (Y/N) just stared at the ground.

He looked out into the distance in frustration. 'It was going to take a bit more effort to calm down a wailing woman’ he thought.

And thought. He didn’t quite mind her, even if she was a little nervous.

Jerome did admire how her flowing ink black hair contrasted with the depth of (Y/N)’s forest-y green eyes. Maybe if she would smile like he did she’d look out-of-this-world pretty. He came up with an idea.

(An: and you have black hair and green eyes as well. It’s because i actually made a person but tumblr prefers to be the person :3)

“Hey!” He exclaimed while moving his hands to her upper arms, “why don’t you help me set your school bus in a flame? It could look real gorgeous.” Jerome added.

(Y/N) stared at him in horror. She could never do such a thing. Burning her friend alight. It was unmentionable, disgraceful, prepost-

'It sounds kinda awesome.’ She inwardly thought.

“No! I can’t and i won’t. Im not a killer!” She told Jerome and herself.

“Suit yourself. But you’re still my hostage, so you can come and watch.” He told her as he dragged her again by the forearm to a little corner where the trail of gasoline started.

He pulled a lighter out of his back pocket, smirking in her direction, and ignited it.

Well he tried.

It was out of fuel.

“Ugh, this is embarassing. Anyone got a light?” He called to the rest of the team. And one of them ran up to him eagerly.

He looked harmless, but (Y/N) knew that he was anything but that. He was just shooting the cops.

He passed Jerome a ready lighter.

She glued her eyes to the flame; when it sparked out of the lighter, when it reacted to the gasoline, making a jaggedy line slowly leading to the bus where Angie and the team were trapped.

She saw how Jim Gordon sprinted to the bus.

Jerome threw the lighter to the side, and took her hand.

“We’re going!” He said excitedly, rushing to the van he came in, she assumed.

“But-but I can’t leave! My friend’s in there!” She cried to Jerome as she was pushed in the seat of the van.

He merely slammed the door in her pleading face. She tried to escape but he had thought one step ahead and locked the car until he could get in. She bashed the door helplessly.

“Wow, you should maybe put your seatbelt on. Wouldn’t want to break your beautiful face, would we?” He climbed in while she rested her head on the door.

“Didn’t even let me finish my homework.” She spat at him.

He cackled loudly and placed a kiss on her cheek as she sat back up.

And she blushed.

An: Yeah it’s not very fluffy or smutty sorry. I just felt like a retake if somebody was there that Jerome fancied.

Ha i think im a good writer 😒

Originally posted by rpvisualosities

college yoongi

surprise it’s me kinda short cause apush hw but

Originally posted by jinkooks

  • ahah nobody requested it but i am taking creative liberty cause everyone likes when i write for yoongi the best and also i like writing for him the best so!!
  • yoongi’s parents were super serious about him going to college and getting a good education, and they really wanted him to go overseas to the states, because there are so many opportunities over there and they thought he would lead a better life over here
  • so he started learning english in high school and he didn’t really have the knack for it and he struggled a lot with it and that really discouraged him from going to college overseas but alas his parents were forcing him
  • and they’re also like now yoongi,,, we know that your passion is your music and your pictures (he cringes at this) but we want you to major in something that will actually get you a job,,,
  • and so they basically decide his major for him as well, well they say it has to be something “stable” and something that he can “make money” with
  • so he decides on psychology cause that’s not something you necessarily have to deal with people with you know? not everyone ends up being a therapist? he loves to learn about how to the brain works too and he loves trying to figure out what happens when things go wrong and he seriously wants to try to make advancements in cures for depression and anxiety and so he declares his major as psych
  • like deep down he’s super passionate about it, especially like the psychology that revolves around mental health and since he was young he had his nose buried in psych books because he wanted to try and see if he could figure out what was going on with him and stuff like that and so he definitely doesn’t mind the major, and he’s super relieved when his parents accept it as a valid option
  • he does minor in photography though, he knows that it’s more reliable than music production, and he can at least try and use that to make some money while in college?
  • plus he really loves it
  • okay anyway he comes over and he’s trying not to be nervous but he’s panicking on the inside because it’s a new country, and he really didn’t dedicate himself to learning english as much as he should have
  • and he’s doing his best not to completely lose it while trying to find his dorm because he wants to make his parents proud and he doesn’t want to disappoint them by calling home in tears that he hates it already but he really doesn’t know what’s going on and he’s scared and nervous and he feels like he wants to faint and nobody is really helping him
  • but he finally makes it to his dorm right and he stumbles in and his face is red and he’s breathing heavy and he feels like he’s about to break down in tears and he’s not ready to socialize with whoever his dorm mate might be but then he looks at the kid and his eyes kinda widen
  • and the boy smiles and starts talking to him in very very very good english “oh hey, you must be yoongi?”
  • and yoongi hears his name and he’s like… “yes??”
  • the boy just gives him this dimply smile and then switches to korean “oh I’m namjoon nice to meet you”
  • and yoongi just about loses it because wow how did he get this lucky?? how did he get a roommate who speaks korean??
  • namjoon is only real friend for the first few weeks on campus like yoongi really doesn’t wanna join any clubs despite what namjoon tells him about clubs helping him to get to know new people
  • like the only thing he shows up for is namjoon’s academic team tournaments to cheer namjoon on and sometimes he’ll read the questions to help better his english what a cutie
  • like he really devotes himself to his studies because he doesn’t wanna let his parents down and he wants to be a kid that his parents can proudly point out and be like “that’s my son”
  • even though yoongi isn’t very social he gets usper popular on campus with the girls like he rocks the natural black hair and it hangs low in his eyes and he’s always bustled in his scarves and he wears ripped jeans and lots of doc martens and sometimes he’ll have those round rimmed glasses in his nose and he’s so cute and girls swoon over him all the time and he just doesn’t notice it poor bean child
  • most of the time he can be found in the library, nose buried in a book because he wants to improve his reading fluency and sometimes he’ll get stuck on something and he’ll sit there with his nose scrunched up and his eyes narrowed in determination and he’ll stick his tongue out and when he finally sounds it out and recognizes the word he’ll cheer to himself then continue to read to himself
  • you meet him in the library actually!
  • you’re trying to do your homework and your roommate has someone over and you seriously didn’t want to thrid wheel like you didn’t wanna be that awkward person who sits on the end of the couch alone while they watch all the lord of the rings or something dorky
  • and turns out, yoongi is also doing some homework!! he has a survey to complete on people’s opinions on a pretty controversial topic so the class could examine the factors that affect someone’s decision but the thing is yoongi is way too shy to go up and actually ask anyone, and he needs more participants than just namjoon
  • but he sees you sitting there, head bowed, earbuds in, and his breath hitches in his throat because you are the most stunning human he has seen on campus like you aren’t anything really out there or extravagant or flashy
  • you’re simple and you look so comfortable and soft and you look so plain but you look so genuine and the little things make you absolutely breathtaking and yoongi finds himself staring at you with wide eyes for like thirty minutes
  • meanwhile he’s texting namjoon, giving him your complete description and he’s like oh my god man, how do i approach them, they’re literally an angel or something
  • and namjoon kinda “ask for their opinion. for your survey? you know, that thing you have due in like a week??”
  • yoongi just facepalms because why didn’t he think of this??
  • he gives himself a mental pep talk before heading over and sitting across from you
  • you don’t notice him right away but then he kinda shuffles and you glance up and almost scream because who the heck is this?? and why is he so good looking?? and why is he at your table????
  • and you quickly yank your earbuds out and you smile sheepishly and he’s all red in the face and he doesn’t know what to say cause his english isn’t great and he doesn’t want you to laugh or anything and he kinda just stares at you
  • but then he’s like oh shit my project
  • “um… i’m yoongi…” he purses his lips and glances up at you and you seem so attentive and his heart flutters and he looks back down at his hands “I um, well… I have this thing, and i gotta ask how you think? your opinion, would you give me yours?”
  • he’s so cute and you nearly die cause he’s asking permission like what a sweetheart??
  • and so you do give it to him and after that you also give him your number because what a cutie and he just beams when you put your number into his phone (with some of his help cause his phone is set up in korean obv) okay but he puts lil hearts near your name to help set you apart and namjoon never lets it go ever
  • and you see his lockscreen and it’s him and friends home in daegu and you kinda “oh where’s this?”
  • “My hometown, im not from here… you probably can tell.”
  • and your eyes widen and you shake your head “oh your english? no it’s really good, you speak more proper than people who’ve lived here forever. you should show me some more pictures later!!”
  • but you have to go cause your next lecture starts and you demand that he texts you soon and he just smiles warmly and waves you off
  • he doesn’t text back the entire day and you start to worry that he didn’t really like you and you were maybe getting your hopes up but it’s because he doesn’t wanna bother you and a lot of time people who learn a second language can speak really great but writing is the hardest thing and so he’s waiting for namjoon to finish his class so he can get his help
  • but music
  • music on the other hand is a universal language am i right
  • whenever he finds a song he really like he sends it to you and he’s into the american hip hop for sure but i see him really into like indie music?? like super into the indie alternative stuff
  • every morning you receive a good morning text with a new song he wants you to listen to and that’s when you find out that he actually writes his own stuff and that he wanted to do something with music
  • slowly but surely you two begin to hang out more and you two really get close as friends first?? like you two don’t immediately end up head over heels like there’s the initial attraction sure but it’s not like you’re in love right away
  • yoongi suspects you have a thing for namjoon actually but
  • like you two always get coffee together except he gets tea every time
  • he’ll bring his laptop with him and you two will sit down together, shoulders brushing, sharing earbuds as he lets you hear what he’s currently working on
  • but one day, he goes up to get your drinks, and you snoop on his files because you wanna hear some more bops, and you actually click on his photography folder and it’s thousands of pictures of scenery upon scenery, like mountains and meadows and beaches and forests and they’re all so enchanting and you feel like you’re maybe living in a fantasy or something while looking at them because they don’t seem like they could come from this world
  • and yoongi comes back to find you gaping at his pics and his face gets all red and he’s all warm and fuzzy inside and he plops down beside you and just studies the look of pure bliss on your face and he decides he rather likes the view
  • “a lot of those are from back home” he kinda shrugs, not wanting to make a big deal about it
  • you turn and glare and he’s like great what did i do but then you giggle and his face gets more red “why didn’t you show me these before? god yoongi, you’re so good at everything you do, let me guess, you’re athletic too huh?”
  • and now he’s really blushing cause he’s a humble guy and you’re just praising him and he sips his drink then mumbles “I like basketball…?”
  • you practically screech at this because “yoongi basketball tryouts are in a few weeks, you should join!”
  • he doesn’t want to because he’s self conscious of his height and of his skills but the promise of you coming to every home game to cheer him on is really tempting and so he agrees, because “i guess i need to keep up my health right??”
  • okay yes yoongi does make the team and he plays point guard and every game you come to cheer him on with namjoon and yoongi just beams at you with his gummy smile and always waves to you when he’s warming up
  • he changes when he play like beast mode activated you’ve never seen someone so determined in his life he plays with such passion and fire and he never gives up and like he glistens with sweat and someone that doesn’t bother you at all
  • after games the three of you always go out for milk shakes at this local diner and namjoon always pays cause he has a job on campus and yoongi always gets all red when you praise his skills and namjoon always ends up having to leave for some reason or another now that you think about it…
  • okay but one night yoongi texts you and he’s kinda “hey wanna come hang with me, i have some shots for my class i need to take, and maybe you wanna come or something idk”
  • and you’re kinda surprised because that morning after he sent you his daily song he promptly said “ignore it” and then didn’t text you the rest of the day
  • but hey you love hanging with yoongi and you’ve never seen him in action before you already finished the majority of your homework so why not
  • yoongi is waiting outside your dorm, and he has a beanie on his head and a thick scarf around his neck and his camera in hand and he looks so stunning your heart kinda jumps into your throat
  • cause you can’t deny it anymore like there is no denying it, that you have helplessly, hopelessly fallen for min yoongi
  • whether it be during the times you helped him with his english, reading articles and stories and reports aloud to him, with his head on your lap as your fingers tangled in his hair
  • or the times, late at night, he would sneak out of the dorms to come throw rocks at your window to ask for you to pretty please come down and catch a midnight movie with him
  • or perhaps it was the times where you were burdened with work, exhausted and defeated and ready to give up everything, that yoongi took your hands in his and promised that you two would do it together, make it through college, through life, as the best of friends
  • friends
  • you assume that’s what it’ll ever be
  • yoongi has everyone on campus practically drooling over him why would he ever stop to have feelings for you?
  • you’ve cried to namjoon about it like a million times
  • like it seems impossible that yoongi would somehow love you of all people and it hurts and it hurts more that you can see and touch and feel the person who yoongi really is under his cold and unsociable exterior and you’re so close you can practically feel his lips on yours when he leans in close and whispers something about the psychology behind choices and why he makes them but then just as your eyelids flutter shut, he pulls away and your heart breaks
  • but here he stands now, smiling softly and motioning you along and you can’t help but follow even though you need you’re going to fall more and more in love if you let things like this continue to happen
  • he doesn’t really explain the assignment but he’s taking you towards the city, towards the bright lights and the loud noises and the fun and the passion that can’t always be found down on campus
  • you’re his silent assistant as he takes pictures of the mundane
  • of garbage cans, and sleeping alley cats, and doorframes and windows illuminated by the city lights
  • he takes pictures of the ramen you two order down at this little hole in the wall, and he takes a picture of the koi fish pond in the corner of the restaurant
  • he takes pictures of your shoes, pressed against the toes of his own, and he takes picture of taxi cabs and bicycles and cracks in the pavement
  • but then he brings you to this lil secluded area and it’s near one of the art galleries, but behind it, and it’s a park actually, with lots of weeping willows, and benches, and a pond in the middle
  • the moon is up in the sky and the stars are smiling down at the two of you and it would be so perfect if your i love you wasn’t burning the tip of your tongue and it’s becoming more and more difficult to swallow
  • yoongi points to one of the trees with the branches sagging low due to the snow white blossoms and he kinda “now stay there okay… and i want you to look down okay, and on the count of three, i’m gonna take your picture okay?”
  • obviously you’re kinda confused because yoongi rarely ever takes pics of people, and this project he hasn’t so far, and why you of all people, like if you knew he was taking your picture you would have dressed better??
  • but you do as he says and he counts down and then he gets to one
  • “I love you”
  • it’s just above a whisper and his voice is shaking a bit but you hear it and you cover your mouth with your hands and stare up at him with wide eyes and he takes the picture right at that moment
  • and he smiles so softly and you run into his arms and he sets the camera down on the nearby bench
  • and you wrap your arms around his neck and run your fingers through his hair and he pulls you close and he smiles through the kiss
  • and afterwards he buries his face in the crook of your neck and you both are laughing and smiling and he’s holding your hands and kissing your nose
  • you can’t help but ask what the assignment was though
  • and he kinda laughs and mumbles against your skin “well it was to make a portfolio of the things that make me feel alive”
  • after that yoongi is always taking your picture like you just woke up and have bed head well guess who has the camera ready to capture the moment oh wait yoongi
  • he takes pictures of you always, especially with his polaroid and he tapes them to the walls of his dorm
  • namjoon always tells him to stop being so sappy but yoongi just sticks another picture up
  • he’s not very touchy and showy and most people don’t even know you’re dating but he lets you wear his basketball jacket and that’s when people kinda start to suspect some things mm hmm
  • he also writes you music all the times and compiles some playlists for you of all your favorite songs and he makes study playlists and running playlists and probably some other types of playlists
  • he likes to have you over at his dorm always and lay there with you on his bed as he talks about the psychology behind attraction and affection and the likes
  • anyway he would be a really cute college boyfriend okay and you two would be the envy of all the couples on campus okay


Okay, so I know I’m late to the party on this, and I don’t know if this has been discussed in the fandom already, but I’m gonna talk about it anyway! 

I was reading the Rick and Morty comics and in one, the family finds a dead Rick head in the garage. Of course, they assume it’s their Rick, and immediately start freaking out that they have no idea where Morty is. And Summer’s reaction is to go out in the garage and use what looks like a portal gun prototype. Which is awesome! I love that in both the comic and the show, Summers first reaction to losing her grandfather or brother is “I’m gonna do whatever it takes to save their asses!”

The weird thing is that with the prototype, originally I thought it must have been Ricks. But in the show we see his prototypes (kinda?) and they don’t look anything like this. Plus he’s not exactly the sentimental type, so why would he keep an old piece of crap that doesn’t work as well as his compact hand held one? And I don’t remember this turning up in previous comics (though I have a bad memory and don’t have the previous issues on hand, so I might be wrong about that). So I got to thinking, did Summer make that fucking thing? 

And basically, that’s my headcanon now (until I’m proven wrong). Summer (at least in that universe) had been working on a portal gun of her own behind everyone’s back. 

Make Love, Not War Part 4

Part 1   Part 2    Part 3

Summary: Dean and the Reader just want some alone time, so what do they do when they finally get it?

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Unprotected Sex

A/N: I’m a terrible person that never has energy to write :/


“Dean, we can’t.”

“Come on, his shower is gonna take ages! We can at least do something!”

“Not quietly we can’t.” You replied as his mouth moved to your neck, one hand tugging at the bottom of your shirt. “Look I know what we said about telling him, but if you want to then I wouldn’t mind.”

He pulled away so his lips were resting millimeters away from yours. “No it’s okay. It’s just so fucking annoying with you always being so close and yet I can’t touch you.”

“God I want you right now.”

“That’s what I’m saying! We’ve got loads of time to-”

“Dean you have to stop or at some point I’m actually going to go through with it and fuck you while your brother is within earshot.”

“Well he’s gonna find out eventually?” He replied, his other hand hooking into the waistband of your jeans.

“Look if he finds out then he’s going to make a big deal of it and start presuming we’re in a relationship or something.”

“Which we’re not!”

“Exactly. No strings attached. He won’t get that.” You agreed. Dean was now biting at your collarbone and you almost laughed at how normal your conversation was while Dean, still only half dressed, was close to fucking you against the motel wall.

“Dean, put on a shirt. I honestly can’t think straight with you looking so hot.”

“Well I can think of something we can do where all you have to think about is me looking so hot.”

You heard the door start to open and locked eyes with each other for a second too long. Instead of stepping backwards like you thought he would, Dean just moved his face in front of yours as you moved your leg down from behind his back. His hands balled up in your shirt collar and you could almost see his face physically change as he tried to look angry at you.

“This new shampoo is so bad it just- woah guys what the hell?!” Sam said, stepping into the room. “Dean get off her!”

“Aren’t you gonna get mad at him too, sweetheart? Trying to protect you.” Dean replied through gritted teeth. It was almost bad how turned on you became with him so close to you.

“Call me sweetheart one more fucking time-” you said, pushing Dean’s chest and having to move your hands quickly to stop them resting there.

“Dean, I said get the hell off her!”

“Don’t you think she can fight her own battles Sammy? Because she sure as hell does.” You could tell this was turning him on too, the fact that you were only moments ago basically making out didn’t do any favors on the growing tightness of his pants either.

“You obviously don’t! What’s your problem? You don’t think a girl can be better than you at hunting?”

“No, I just don’t think you are.”

“Oh I see how it is. You’re intimidated.”

“Really?! You think I’m fucking intimidated by you? Sweetheart you couldn’t-”

“I told you not to call me sweetheart!” Man you loved it when he called you that.

“What are you gonna do about it-” you could feel his breath on your skin “-Sweetheart.”

“Okay that’s enough!” Sam practically shouted as he pushed Dean off you. “What the hell is this about.”

“Well she thinks-”

“He’s a fuckin-”

You both started at the same time before Sam cut you off again, standing in between you both. “Dean put a shirt on, anyone would think you two were fucking if they didn’t know you.”

Dean’s eyes went wide and he tried to hold in a laugh from behind Sam, where he gave you a quick wink.

“You’re both good at hunting, and somehow are even able to work together long enough while doing it to not rip each others throats out… but if you possibly think that you’re going hunting again together while acting like this…?” Sam said, sounding way too much like an annoyed parent.

“Fine! Let her go fucking hunting! See if I care!” Dean shouted. You almost ran into his arms, you couldn’t believe that even when you were faking arguments he still looked out for you.

“You know what I don’t care who it is, as long as it’s not both of you!” Sam replied.


Half a week went by after you got back to the bunker, with no arguments but also no time to see Dean either. He was constantly researching at night and sleeping during the day. You knew it was selfish of you to want to see him more, especially under the agreement you both had of no strings attached, but every time you woke up to see another beer missing, a sign that Dean was actually there the night before, it made you want him more.

You stood at a table, lightly fanning a pie you’d just made to cool it down as Dean walked in. You felt like it was the first time you’d seen him in forever, even if it had only been a few days, especially since the last time you were able to talk was around Sam.

“Hey babe,” he said, rubbing his eyes and trying to keep down a yawn. Babe was the sort of word he never used, it sounded too ‘relationship-ish’. You blamed it on his lack of sleep but couldn’t deny how amazing it sounded coming out of his mouth. “is that a freshly baked pie I smell?”

“It is.” You replied as he came up behind you, one hand holding a fork and the other wrapping around you.

He took a bite before speaking again. “Sam’s just coming… we’ve got another hunt so you better get ready.”

“No, you go. You’ve done all the research on it.”

“But I said that you-”

“I know what you said but you deserve to go.” You replied as he took another bite and then kissed you on the cheek.

“You sure?”

“Course I’m sure.”

Dean untangled himself from you and started to walk out of the door, a smile plastered on his face.

“I’ll save the pie until you get back.”


The bunker was way too big to be in on your own, but you kept yourself busy for as long as you could. Just when you thought you were about to lose your mind you heard your phone ring and smiled when you saw Dean was at the other end.

“Hey Y/N! You got time to talk?”

“Dean, all I have right now is time! Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, all’s good. We’ve only got a few minutes but we just arrived and let me tell you, you’d love it here!”


“Yeah, we actually have separate rooms for once!”

You laughed slightly, “You know me too well. Damn I wish I could just drive up there right now and find you.”

“Well actually… that’s kind of why I was calling.” You stayed silent and he took it as a cue to continue. “You know the other day when we had the fake argument after making out?”

“Yeah.” You said cautiously.

“That turned you on right? Not just the making out but like, when we were arguing too?”

“Look I know it’s weird but it kinda did. You just look so hot sometimes and in the moment and everything!” You said, flustered.

“I was thinking exactly the same thing! Not… about me being hot… I mean about the moment and you being hot. I’ve been thinking and I kinda want to try something, if it’s okay with you?”

“What did you have in mind?” You replied, putting him on speaker phone as you got yourself a beer.

“Well, I wanted to ask this when I was actually with you, but I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering when I was driving up here and- just once or something I kind of want to try being more controlling?”

“How do you mean?” You replied, suddenly very, very interested.

“Not majorly, and we sort of do it anyway, but the other day I just realised how hot it could be to be more- controlling.”

“I’ve been thinking the same thing… although you do realise that this is going to make the fake arguments we have even more awkward than they were.”

“Sam’s gonna come round in a minute but at some point we have to talk about this in detail.”

“Like safewords and stuff?”

“Yeah, boundaries and all. And of course this doesn’t mean anything has to change, we’re still just two people having fun and that’s it.”

“No, totally”

You heard light  knocking at the other end “Sam’s at the door. I’m sorry, I’ll text you later about this.”

“Yeah okay.”

You couldn’t believe it. Even two states over Sam was able to get in the way and Dean was able to mess with your feelings. You couldn’t tell if he was keeping his distance from a relationship for his sake or for yours , but you did know you couldn’t stand it much longer just being friends.


You heard the door slam and watched Dean walking down the stairs, tension obvious on his face. He threw his duffel bag against a wall before walking up to you, your back hitting brick as his mouth started nipping at your neck.

“Bad hunt. Need you.” He murmured into you.

“Wait wait wait where’s Sam?” You replied.

“He went to get beer. We need to hurry.” He said before smashing his mouth into yours, one hand balling in the back of your hair. You wrapped your leg around him pulling him closer to you. He looked down at you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he stepped back slightly. “Take off your shorts.”

“Right here? Shouldn’t we go to your bedroom or something.”

He cocked an eyebrow, smiling at you, “Take off your shorts.”

You did what he said, slipping them off your legs and kicking them across the floor.

“And your shirt too.” You pulled it over your head and dropped in on the floor next to you. “You know, sweetheart, I will never get tired of this sight. You always look… stunning.”

You blushed at his words as he stepped closer, looking you up and down slowly. He brushed a finger lightly against the side of your body, sending shivers down your spine. His finger hooked into the side of your panties, pulling you closer to him and kissed you again.

He pushed you back slightly, the inside of your legs hitting against the table. One hand moved up to unhook your bra and you let it fall off your arms before hooking your fingers into the waistband of his jeans, pulling him towards you.

“Keep your hands to yourself sweetheart.” He murmured against you, moving your hands away. He pushed you back lightly against the table, your back hitting it harder than expected and you sunk against it.

He moved your arms above your head, his mouth trailing hot kisses down your neck and over your chest, his legs straddling you.

He lifted himself off you, stepping back from the table and watching you closely. “Take them off.”

“I’m only wearing pan-”

“Exactly, take them off.”

You bit your lip, your mind buzzing as you pulled them down your legs and dropped them next to you. He looked you up and down, his tongue darting out as he learnt against a wall, pulling his own shirt off.

“I’m not kidding, you are so fucking hot it’s not even funny,” you blushed again, “lie back against the table.”

You did what he said, the cold surface cooling your burning skin. He stepped closer to you, his finger drawing lines on your inner thigh, immediately heating your skin again. He grabbed your legs, pulling you towards the end of the table. His finger moved between your thighs, rubbing lightly against your clit causing you to gasp.

Your heart rate rose as he pushed a finger into you, your back arching against the table. He pulled out, causing you to let out a moan at the loss, and his fingers trailed up over your body. He brought them up to your lips, brushing over them lightly before pushing them in. You sucked on them lightly before he pulled them out again, replacing them with his lips as he leant down to kiss you.

He stood up again, the sound of his belt unbuckling sending shivers up your spine.

You sucked in a breath as he pushed his tip into you, giving you a second to adjust to his size. He thrust into you and you pushed your head back letting out a whimpering moan.

There was only the sound of your gasps and his soft swears as he leant down to kiss you, his mouth trailed down your neck, nipping at your skin and leaving a trail of light red marks down to your collarbone. You felt your chest tighten as you got closer.

He pushed into you again, his pace increasing. “What do you want?”



“Please- Dean fuck, I need to cum-”

“What was that?”

“Oh god Dean I’m so fucking-” you let out a hot breath, “-fuck Dean, please let me cum.”

“Now.” Dean commanded, starting to himself.

You came, Dean still thrusting into you only extending your euphoria as you clung to the sides of the table. You felt it flood your body, as everything released. His thrusting slowed as you came back to reality, pulling out. He pulled his boxers back up and lay next to you on the table, both of you breathing heavily in silence for a moment.

“What happened?” You asked, breaking the quietness. He looked at you, confused. “On the hunt, what happened?”

You saw his jaw clench and he turned away from you. “I don’t want to go into it.”

You turned to him, your hand resting on his chest, and offered him a look in way of apology for your intrusion.

“It was my fault.” He muttered out, obviously needing to talk. “We thought we’d found it and Sam said we should go in and just kill it but I thought we should wait- I don’t know why… I guess I wanted to make sure… I didn’t trust my research I- it killed someone else.”

“That’s not your fault, it-”

“Isn’t it?!” His voice started to grow louder and you could feel his heart beating fast in his chest. “Because no matter what way you look at it, if I’d have just listened to Sam then-” He cut himself off, a lump in his throat.

“Dean, you can’t blame yourself. Dean look at me.” He did. “This isn’t your fault, it isn’t and you can’t think that.”

“But I-”

“Dean, it’s not your fault.”

He kissed you on the forehead and stood up, picking up his pile clothes from the floor. “I’m gonna have a shower. Sam’ll be back soon.”

You heard him leave, his feet padding against the cold floor.

anonymous asked:

Elise, do you have any headcanons about Bahorel right after he left law school? I've just left it too to fulfill my real dream I realized recently, but even my best friend says it's not possible to come true. I know they don't want to hurt me, but still I feel really lonely now with almost no support and it kinda sucks.. Sorry for bothering you, but I look up to you, you're such a lovely person deserving the best in life. I hope everything goes well for you

Bahorel does law school the way I did maths for the first 18 years of my life: poorly and with a distinct lack of motivation to get better at it.

Law just seemed like the thing to do at the time, you know? Law makes you look employable. But Bahorel just isn’t a white collar kind a guy. And that’s coming from a guy who loves collars.

Bahorel is social! Bahorel was born to go from place to place, make friend with everybody he meets and fill up a whole bar with his roaring voice. He wasn’t made for Law.

When he ditches law school, it’s like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders. Sure, he wasn’t going to lectures that often to begin with, but it was still a relief. He does a couple of side jobs here and there, helping people move out, playing the bartender for a couple of nights a week, coaching some people at the gym. He likes that, tending the bar. He gets to meet people.

That’s how he meets Feuilly and Grantaire, rolling up their sleeves as their about to start a brawl. Bahorel joins because a) brawl and b) the other guys were looking for it. It gets him fired, but at least he’s made two new friends.

A week later, Bahorel attends his first ABC meeting.

bumbledribs  asked:

heyo! i really love your gemsonas, and i have a question. how did you create outfits for them? do you go towards practical use then style, or the other way around? thanks and have a nice day!!

Actually I try to incorporate what their gem symbolizes + which diamond they would rule under into how I design their clothing!

For  my aqua, since aquamarines symbolize courage, fluidity of the mind and soul, and water, and he served directly under bd while in homeworld, I tried to make his homeworld outfit something flowy and open (hence why so much of his bare skin shows but his outfit still includes a cape/shoulder drape), but complex enough to show he was of higher status than say a jasper or a ruby (who have fairly simple outfits), as well as falling under the bd court aesthetic (eyes covered, long swooshy hair, bare feet, poofy/flowy clothing). And for current aqua since he no longer serves under bd and is more dauntless his outfit focuses more on practicality (vs class and creativity) while still having that water-like/swimsuit look.

Same applies for moonstone, I looked up the stone symbolism and picked her diamond (and social class) and used that to design her outfit. Moonstone is for fertility and hope so I not only filed her as a gem incubation caretaker but also tried to make her outfit elegant and very motherly in a hera aesthetic sort of way (making her more curved like rose and garnet, the soft color tones, sheer skirt for the goddess look, etc) as well as adding bd court aesthetics (barefoot, flowy clothing, eye(s) covered by hair). 

Have you SEEN the very last part of TFP? The part where they’re doing some synchronized jogging thing or something?

(too bad I don’t have a screen shot haha, someone else add it please?)

Anyway I rewatched TFP today with my dad and he laughed, like this is a Sherlock Casual laughing and saying “that looks so fake, that’s the most out of character shot of them ever, running dramatically in sync”

AND THEN I turned to him like looking at the camera in the office and SAID “THE WHOLE EPISODE SEEMS KINDA MIND PALACE-Y DONTCHA THINK?”

AND HE SAID, WITHOUT A SINGLE HESITATION, “huh, well here’s my theory based on that which I just came up with(ok I’m paraphrasing here just go with it), “what if everything after he got on the plane after shooting that magnussen guy has been fake, like he’s still overdosed on drugs or something?”


Corona Borealis

Title from the name of the constellation representing the crown worn by the Cretan princess at her wedding.

This one is for everyone giving me nice comments lately. I’ve been blessed by ur nice words wtf

Rating: e. Just fluff here my dudes
Pairing: Klance
Author: alteanpools

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“I used to know a lot of constellations,” Lance flops back onto the grass - is it actually grass? Alien grass, maybe? It’s soft and cool to the touch, like Earth grass after a rain. The only real difference is that this grass is pink.

Whatever. It’s pink grass.

“Used to?” Keith looks up from where he’d been idly pulling up blades of the pink alien grass.

“Well, the stars we can see here are different than the ones you can see from Earth. Do you think aliens have constellations, too?”

“Why wouldn’t they?”

“Because it’s kinda dumb to look at the sky and try to find pictures in the stars.”

“Their constellations are probably weird alien things we wouldn’t recognize, anyway.” Keith lays down next to Lance, folding his arms behind his head.

“But what if they don’t have any constellations at all?” Lance insists, turning to give Keith a pointed look.

“We’ll make some,” he shrugs, scanning the vast sky for a cluster of stars he can make up a constellation for. “Like that one. It’s clearly a snake.” He points.

Lance’s gaze follows Keith’s finger to a small group of stars in a zigzag pattern.

“No, it’s obviously a worm.”

“Oh, of course. You’re right. How could I have been so blind? That is very obviously a worm.”

A gentle breeze rolls through, ruffling hair and carrying the scent of something floral and sweet smelling.

Lance closes his eyes, thinks of the time’s he’d sit outside and point out constellations to his younger siblings. His chest clenches hard at the thought. It feels like lifetimes ago.

“What’s the story of this worm? Constellations have stories.” He asks, pushing thoughts of his family out of his mind.

“He was a famous warrior,”

“A worm warrior?”

“Yes. A worm warrior.”

“A, uh, wormior, if you will.” Lance jokes, grinning over at his friend as the stupid pun makes a smile break across Keith’s usual grumpy face.

“Yes. He was a famous wormior. A worm princess fell in love with him, causing his brother to become incredibly jealous. In a fit of rage, his brother killed him. The princess, devastated, immortalized his memory in the stars.”

“Oh, good one. I almost believed you.” Lance rolls onto his stomach and presses his cheek into the grass. “It’s nice to be on a planet instead of floating through space.”

“We’re on planets all the time.”

“It’s nice to be on a planet where nothing wants to kill us. I know we’re supposed to be saving the universe and whatever, but it’s good to have down time.”

“We leave this planet in the morning, so don’t get too used to it.”

“I know.” Lance groans, spreading his fingers out on the ground and watching as a breeze moves the long blades of grass over the back of his hand, a tickling sensation everywhere the plants brush softly over his skin. Somewhere, a low humming starts as the nocturnal insects begin to stir - cricket like things that hum and buzz instead of chirp.

When he looks back over at Keith, the red paladin has his eyes closed and his breathing is even. He looks peaceful and pretty, light from the alien moon playing across his face. Something inside Lance does a strange little flip, a happy kind of warmth settling over him.

“You sleeping on me, Mullet?”

“Hm?” One eye cracks open and peers at Lance. “No.” A beat of silence. “You’re looking at me weird.”

“Huh? Oh. Sorry.”

Another stretch of silence, during which Lance finds himself rolling onto his side and clasping Keith’s hand.

“Can I kiss you?”

“What?” Keith looks at him, but not in disgust as Lance had feared.

“Uh, I asked if I could kiss you.”

Keith doesn’t answer with words, just sits up. He tucks his bangs out of his eyes and then leans over and presses a tiny, barely there kiss to Lance’s lips.

Then he lays back down​ in the grass, fingers still entwined with Lance’s, and they watch the universe passing above them.

piethecreator  asked:

Do you have pictures of PJ's relm/place in the anti-void? I know you can't send any due to you being at work, but I can't search things on your blog. It won't allow me for some reason.


Cause I have not drawn it really… well… minus this:

(this is Euphie by the way - made by @cartoonimal)


PJ’s corner of the antivoid looks like Error’s due to being all white minus the fact that there are Pictures of different AUs hung up everywhere on these pure white walls. These pictures look like maps and some were made by PJ at the beginning, but then most kinda pop up like that on their own (the Aus kinda had a mind of their own for spawning there… well… more like due to someone thinking of something and then it spawns). 

It’s actually a huge maze in PJ’s area… while at first glance it looks pure white with floating pictures, it’s actually walls and hallways that twist and turn around in there. So kinda imagine a garden maze pattern… but instead of bushes it’s just white walls and white floors where they blend in together enough where one would constantly walk into a wall due to all of the blankness of them. 

Yep. That’s his little area o-o