while set just does what he wants

anonymous asked:

hey, i don't know if you write smut, but in honor of the leaked scene, could you write a established!bughead drabble, where he climbs her window and is all flirty? (doesn't have to be smut tho, just a hot make out).. i love your writing btw

(Okay, a little disclaimer. First of all, this is not full on smut, it’s just a hot, slightly smutty make out. Second of all, I didn’t make it full on smut, not because I didn’t want to (believe me Cole tempts me to sin and sin badly) but because I didn’t feel that Bughead’s first time would be like that and I didn’t want to write a random smut without first writing about Jughead not being sure about his sexuality and him and Betty generally testing the waters and all of the other normal things teenagers go through. I intend to write something like that because, asexual Jughead or not, Betty and Jughead are two teens that have a natural naivety and a mutual respect to one another so I believe that, as we saw in the kiss too, they would be timid and taking their time with exploring what they are comfortable with and testing their limits. So I left that for another one-shot. As for the part that Jughead might be asexual. I respect that and I’m not trying to erase anything of his (possible) character here. For what I have read and heard from other ace people and friends, yes, he can still be asexual. Asexuality is a sexual orientation, sexual behavior does not change that. Like every other sexuality it has subcategories; the “I dislike sex”, the “I find it ok, but I do not engage in it often”, the “I’m asexual but my partner makes me feel good” etc.  In my mind, as I became older and kept reading the comics and understanding more about sexuality and educating myself on the topic, Jughead fell to the third category for me. That he was being somebody with maybe a lower level of sexual interest but with sexual drive nontheless. So that’s what I have in my mind while watching Riverdale and writing this one-shot and the possible others that will revolve around this topic in the future.

Sorry that was so long, I just wanted to set some things straight and by all means I’m not trying to offend anybody. Everybody ships what they want to ship and that’s perfectly ok! Ship wars are just tiring and pointless so everybody stay calm and respect everyone’s opinions. And if Jughead does end up being asexual with no need to engage in any sexual activities then sure, everyone should be again perfectly ok and not bitch and moan that he won’t get to have steamy scenes or anything. He is still going to be the most amazing guy in Rivedale either way! 

End of my huge rant!! Hope you enjoy guys!! <3)


 Is your mom finally asleep?

I think so yeah. Why?

I’m coming up ;)

Betty locked her phone and shot up from her bed, abandoning her worn-out copy of Wuthering Heights pages first on the mattress and kicking her covers, a nervous excitement pouring down on her belly as she heard the familiar crack of careful footsteps on wood. She gave herself a quick once over on her vanity mirror, checking that her messy bun was intact and straightening her plain white t-shirt, before kicking off her bunny printed fuzzy socks of her feet and throwing them under her bed in a hurry. It wasn’t the fact that he wouldn’t appreciate them, he would and he would probably offer her that chuckle of his that set free a million butterflies inside her chest, but her toe nails were painted a lovely baby pink and it was a shame not to show them off, even though his focus would be on other places, more important ones. She felt her cheeks heating at that and she quickly grabbed her strawberry lip balm from her nightstand, applying some on her already soft lips with her ring finger, knowing that this taste mixed with her own always drove him crazy.

Since that day that Jughead had climbed up her window so for her to complain to him about her parents and her family situation, it seemed that this became a thing for them. At first, he was just sneaking up because they needed a quiet place to discuss investigation plans and theories, the office hours of Blue & Gold proving not to be enough. Now, two months after, the raven haired boy used that ladder almost every night to see his beautiful girlfriend, cuddle with her and watch movies and most importantly kiss her like she was the heavenly droplets of water on his always thirsty lips.

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anonymous asked:

Please some pre-cursed Adam headcons. I love your writing! U are amazing!!

i told myself that i didnt need them i tried but then you sent this request and i was like ‘ITS FATE.’

  • Not exceedingly fond of people laying their hands on him. I know, it sounds arrogant, but Prince Adam values his own space and will let people touch him when he feels like.
    • Has this irrational fear that any sort of attention on his body is going to leave him feeling sick with himself, much like he felt when his father gave him any sort of attention.
      • He can almost feels his father’s hand on his back, pushing him into the life of being heartless, and deep down, Prince Adam absolutely despises it. He sometimes wonders what life would be life if his father hadn’t been so loveless and if his mother was still alive. 
        • He’ll let you know if you’re okay to touch him. It’s very rare, and either he’ll vocalize and tell you or he’ll touch you first. (Grabbing your hand, kissing the back of your hand, letting his fingers graze on yours while dancing).
          • Contrary to this, he does let Lumiere, Cogsworth, some of the others in the castle into his personal space.
    • Probably one of the reasons why he preens himself constantly. With the lack of affection from his father, he finds it easy to give it to himself. Straightening his jacket, brushing hair back from his face, letting his finger linger near his face while he expresses himself, glancing in the mirror before crossing his arms in front of his chest as if he’s hugging himself. He is. He can’t look at himself sometimes when he realizes just how alone his life is. 
  • One of the (few) reasons why he insists on wearing such over the top clothes, and getting all decked out for the parties he holds is because he refuses to let anyone recognize what’s underneath. A pitiful, sad excuse for a human. At least, that’s what he feels like sometimes. If you put on a mask, no one can truly see what you’re feeling. Isn’t that right? He asks himself. That’s right. Your father taught you that valuable lesson.
    • He soaks in the aesthetic of the parties he holds, but doesn’t enjoy them as much as he may seem. Prince Adam hires people to be there, basically hiring friends to keep him company. He taxes people until they feel “obligated” to come to his party. And even then, it’s only the most beautiful of women. 
      • (The next few are NSFW) Picks and chooses from the women there when he feels like it. He rarely ever engages one on one with them because he’s afraid of cracking his facade. The rare occasions he does pick a woman to stay at the Castle for the night with him, he acts and lashes out.
        • If they assume they were chosen for sex, he tends to get offended, often asking, “Do you think I’m that easy? Asking you here had nothing to do with that, I’m disgusted!” and if that happens, more often than not, he’ll have them leave before the night has even really started.
          • If they don’t assume that, then it’s usually just him staring at them from across the table. An intense stare as if he searching for answers somewhere inside of their bodies. He appears like he’s going to ask a question here or there but stops himself from going any further He tilts his head, licking his bottom lip before requesting that Lumiere get a bedroom set for them. 
            • Prince Adam does this because It isn’t a matter of being loved anymore, it’s just a matter of not being alone for an entire evening and actually have some sort of human interaction even if it’s just staring. He doesn’t want to be loved, but it’s still nice to not be alone.
          • I’m not saying that he hasn’t had sex with any of the women who’ve stayed the night there. It probably happens here and there, but only when he’s absolutely starved for affection and needs it. Tends to be a picky battle. He refuses to let them touch him other than when deems okay, probably yells here or there if they do something he doesn’t like. Still insists on consent, regardless. If they don’t want it, he’s not that much of an asshole and he won’t force it. 
          • Seriously uses women most of the time. After personally seeing them once, he usually never sees them again and they’re never invited back. If he keeps his distance, no one can get to his true self.
            • Refuses to let them stay in his room afterwards. He can’t let someone sleep in the same bed as him. It would expose to much and it’s much too personal.
  • Prince Adam absolutely buries all of the feelings above. He tries to feel nothing but what his father said was okay to feel. It leaves him a hallow shell on occasions. A man of good looks with an ugly personality. 
    • After his mother died, he tried to express himself to his father about his grief, but wasn’t allowed, and even then, the staff in the castle were told not to let Prince Adam even acknowledge his feelings. They made him weak, were his fathers words.
      • Years upon years of burying his emotions leads to more and more violent outbreaks. Most of them are attacks on himself, and he’ll beat himself up for letting emotions creep to the surface. 
        • Created a facade of narcissism and arrogance. Because of this, Prince Adam convinces himself that that is all he is and it only elevates as he gets older. He starts lashing out in more extravagant ways. Parties, taxing the villagers, buying himself lavish things(Clothes, materials, objects for the Castle) to perhaps fill the void in his heart.
  • The only thing that seems to keep him grounded is being left alone with a book. Contrary to what he may tell others, he does enjoy Romances while they last. Perhaps because he never saw such a thing with his parents and dreamed of encountering it or because he wanted it just as much. 
    • But, he tells himself that it doesn’t exists. Such a magical thing must only be expressed with words in some silly story. He slams the book shut and sets it on the table, standing up and walking out of the library. He’s never finished a Romance other than Romeo and Juliet. He hates it. He hates the cliche of dying for someone you love. Where is the practicality in that? There is none, he snarls while making his way down the hall, There is none. It’s foolish. 
  • During his childhood, his father convinced him that his mother died because of Prince Adam and his childlike tendencies. If Prince Adam acted like an adult, and like a Prince, then his mother wouldn’t have gotten so weak and gotten so sick. 
    • This leaves him bitter and cold for most of his teenage years until he turns the bitterness and chill into arrogance and hatred, no longer inflicting it on himself but on others as well.
  • When he was a child, the one place he would go to get away from it all was the Garden. His father wasn’t one for tracking him down outside of the Castle walls so a young Prince Adam would curl up in the Garden and read a book there when he was younger.
    • Over time, he starts to secretly take care of the rose bush that’s opposite of where he reads. They were his mother’s roses after all, and seeing them dead and wilted make him feel guilty. And over even more time, he becomes exceedingly protective of it. The pure white petals, the sharp thrones, the green vine and leaves.
  • Prince Adam kept a journal up until the Curse was placed on the Castle. Wrote in it every night before he went to bed, and keeps them locked away so no one can read them. They’re just documents about his day, things he had done, things he had thought, and felt but didn’t express given the chance. One of the ways he can be so stoned face and heartless is because he spills all of himself on paper and truly feels nothing outside of writing.
    • Sometimes, during the Curse,  he re-reads what he wrote and can pinpoint pivotal moments where things turned bad. He constantly tells himself, “You’re not a Beast now, you were a Beast then.”

OH BOY I DIDN’T EXPECT THAT TO BE SO FEELY. Enjoy! Reblogs and likes are appreciated!

Hook, Line, & Sinker

  Pairing: Finn Balor (Fergal Devitt) x Reader

A/N: If there is any band that reminds me the most of Finn Balor, it is Royal Blood. If you haven’t listened to them, go and do it, they’re ! This imagine is based on one of their songs, “Hook, Line, & Sinker”. 

Summary: Finn had multiple reasons for wanting to turn heel and redesign the Bullet Club, he was the founder, he could do whatever he pleased with it. Though, the heaviest influence comes from the fact that Finn knows all too well that Y/N’s a sucker for the bad boys and he’s itching for her attention. 

Warnings: Sexual Content (I didn’t intend for the smut, but there’s def smut), Language, also warning, this is VERY long.  

Word Count: 10,517 (I could not stop writing). 

She’s got the devil on one shoulder, and the other’s getting colder…  Then she drags me by one finger, to her lips, Hook, line & sinker… 

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A Demon does not crawl from the depths of hell to dance for man’s entertainment; a Demon does what they want, when they want, with whomever they want. 

To have this man whose greatest accomplishments were only achieved when calling upon a demon within him, as a face for the company, just seemed a bit foolish - and Finn was tired of looking like a fool. 

It seemed like ever since his return, all that he had been set up for was failure. Every match he agreed to be a part of was only ruined and manipulated to please the more villainous superstars of the WWE. 

While Finn was patted on the head like a child for being the good, cooperative, and hard-working employee he was, there were those like Joe and Bray who were being handed title opportunity after title opportunity for doing nothing but cheating their way to the top. 

Finn was absolutely tired of it. If he had stayed in NJPW, there was no doubt in his mind that he’d still be strutting around that country with the rest of the world on his back. When he was a heel - when he was with the Bullet Club - he was an absolute monster. 

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anonymous asked:

Bahorel and R may or may not have bought a minibus for Les Amis while they were drunk and Enj is pissed because MORE IMPORTANT THIMGS TO WORRY ABOUT

It’s not just any minibus. It’s one of those 70s hippie-period minibus, with big flowers on it, gaudy colours, bead curtains everywhere, cushions, the whole package.

Needless to say, Jehan fell in love with it the moment they set eye on that beauty. Enjolras, on the other hand, was less than convinced.

“A minibus? You bought a MINIBUS?”

“Well we acquired a minibus.”

“What does that-No. You know what, I don’t even want to know.”

Bahorel vaguely defended the idea of using it for rally purposes, while Grantaire mainly talked about using it as a hangout spot. Technically, the minibus is Bahorel and Grantaire’s possession, Enjolras has nothing to say about it. He just dislikes impulsive purchases.

That is until they used it to go to a music festival, a few weeks later. Enjolras found Grantaire at the back of the minibus after a concert, lazily brushing the chords of his guitar.

“Hey. What are you doing here? I thought you’d be with the others.”

“Needed some time alone. You?”

“I get a bit overwhelmed when it’s too loud for too long.”

Grantaire quirked an eyebrow.

“You lead protests. You’re the one wih the megaphone. Doesn’t that count as too loud for too long?”

“It’s not the same thing.”

Enjolras sat next to Grantaire on the cushions. The fairylights set up by Jehan and Cosette made stars in Grantaire’s eyes. Though his butt was comfortable, Enjolras couldn’t quite forget the bite of the metal frame against his back.

“What are you playing?”

“Wonderwall,” Grantaire replied without missing a bit.

Enjolras rolled his eyes.

“Come on, really. What are you playing?”

“Nothing. Nothing good. Something I’ve tried to piece together for a while, but it always sounds off.”

Enjolras smiled encouragingly. “If you play it to me, I could tell you if it’s off or not.”

One thing leading to another, they ended up talking all night and fell asleep at the back of the minibus. They were woken up a few hours later by whistles and snickers, when Bahorel opened the truck of the minibus. They were snuggled against each other, limbs tangled.

Enjolras never spoke ill of the minibus ever again.

anonymous asked:

"Ratchet" and "his kids" when it came to the human headcanons made me really giddy because IT'S TRUE! 😂 they're his kids if you TOUCH them you are having an immediate surgery you will most likely NEVER recover from. Oh my god can you a tfp headcanon as to how Ratchet became The Dad when he was left on Earth with the humans????

*cracks knuckles* are you ready to FEEL anon????

  • He’s SUPER protective of these kids. Ratchet, naturally, is a caretaker and had plans for a family before the war. Now he’s blessed with these teeny fragile children and NO ONE’S gonna take them from him. 
  • Raf is always at the base when he’s not at school. Ratchet happily teaches him everything he wants to know and is eager to hear about his day. He’ likes it much better than going home.
  • Miko is a Wrecker through and through, and Ratchet has to watch out for her. Sometimes she does dangerous things on purpose, just because she likes the attention. While most people have seemed to push her away when he misbehaves, Ratchet brings her closer. It’s… nice.
  • Jack reminds Ratchet so very much of Orion. He helps him when he doesn’t know what he wants to do for a career. Ratchet assures him that he has the potential to do anything he sets his mind to. Jack quits at K.O. Burger and- for now- takes a part-time job at the local library.
  • After everything that happened in Predacons Rising, it was up to Ratchet to tell the kids what happened. It was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do. These are children, sparklings, thrust into a war that wasn’t theirs, given duties beyond their years and friends that left them when it was all over. And now he has to tell them Optimus is never coming back. 
  • The night that he tells them the kids stay at base. Their parents are told they’re having a slumber party- having fun- but they’re really curled up in a blanket nest in Ratchet’s quarters.
  • Miko has to go back to Japan, Jack has to start working full time, and Raf’s parents are finally starting to notice their boy is never around. Ratchet feels as though his world is falling apart, and this time Optimus isn’t around to pick up the pieces. 
  • He hears that Optimus’ legacy is being erased on Cybertron. He has to go back. Everything is in disarray. This isn’t the equality they worked so hard for. Vehicons are still being treated like drones! And now, though the war is over, he’s told he needs to go search for decepticons? So, exhausted and lost, he heads back out into space, where he found Undertone.
  • He chases a decepticon right down to earth and… there is Optimus. Alive.
  • Look… I’m not saying he was disappointed in Bumblebee is RID, but he was disappointed in Bumblebee in RID. He didn’t contact the children?? Didn’t contact him when he learned Optimus was still alive?! He understands Bee has his own team now, but… 
  • Everything has changed! He just wants to rest. He just wants to be with Optimus. He just wants… to see his children.
  • So, instead of going back to Cybertron, he takes Optimus back to their old base and asks Fowler to contact the children. While they’re waiting he voices his fears and Optimus holds his servo, telling him that it will be okay. The war is over, and things will get better. Everyone, including Bee, is still learning.
  • And with the three children running excitedly to greet him and his Conjux Endura, Ratchet realizes his dream has come true. He has a family.

Lord have mercy that got long! Sorry for going a bit off topic but… I really want Ratchet to be happy and I really wish RID would’ve done better.

10
Us- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: After meeting on set for your new movie, a romance blooms between you and Tom, but it’s cut short.

Word Count: 1205

Inspired by: Wherever You Are by 5 Seconds of Summer

Warning: Slight angst?

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You groaned as your alarm beeped “good morning” to you. You weren’t upset because you were only just now waking up- you had already been awake for at least the past hour. You were upset because it meant that it was time to start your day. You reached your arm out to shut off the annoying beeping sound.

“Is it morning already?” a voice asked next to you.

“Yes.” You replied. “Good morning, Tom,” you laughed after he wrapped an arm around your waist, cuddling closer to you.

“I want to stay like this forever.” Tom said as you rolled over in his arms to face him.

“Me too.” You mumbled, snuggling into his bare chest. Tom kissed the top of your head, and there was a moment of silence, followed by a series of loud knocks on the door.

“Wake up, sleepyheads.” The intruder exclaimed from the other side of your trailer door.

“Harrison,” Tom grumbled. He let out a whine as you stood up from the bed.

“Come on, we’ve got work.” You replied.

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“That’s a wrap!” The director called out, once Tom had walked off-screen.

“Good job everyone! Two and a half months later and we’re finally done!” The director announced as everyone cheered- everyone, but you. How could you cheer at a moment like this? Yes, you had just finished filming for a movie that you’ve worked on for months; but it was time to move on to other projects, to the future. You had another film that required you to be in New Zealand in the next couple days and then there would most likely be another film after that one. Tom was also going to begin shooting a different film in London. You two never discussed the future of your relationship, for neither of you had intended for it to go this far. It started out as you two only being costars, then it progressed into a secret relationship that only a few others knew about.

“We did it!” Tom smiled in glee, picking you up and spinning you around.

“Yes, we did it.” You buried your sadness as you smiled back at him.

“Y/N? Can I have a word?” Your manager solemnly asked.

“Of course.” You replied once Tom had set you down.

“I’ll meet you in your trailer?” Tom said and you nodded before he left to go celebrate for now.

“Is there something wrong?” You questioned.

“Yes, actually. Meteorologists have predicted a storm in New Zealand, starting tomorrow night. The producers have asked for the cast to get there by tomorrow morning, so they can have everything under control. I have already booked you a flight- it leaves in a few hours.” Your manager explained.

“I’m leaving? Already?” You asked, tears beginning to form in your eyes.

“Yes. I am so sorry. I couldn’t push the flight back any further.” She replied.

“I-It’s okay. I think I better go pack, then.” Your voice cracked as you turned around to walk back to your trailer. You opened the door and Tom’s voice broke out.

“Wait! Don’t come in yet.” He called out to you. You sniffled as you stepped into your trailer anyway.

“I said-” Tom turned to see you and stopped mid-sentence when he saw you. He quickly came to you, hugging you tightly, “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

“My flight got moved up.” You said, crying into his shoulder, “I’m leaving tonight.”

“Tonight? But- but I had plans for us.” He mumbled. You lifted your head up to look behind him. Your table was covered with a tablecloth and had two place settings on top of it. A vase of roses was set on the counter behind it.

“I know it’s not much, but I wanted to have a surprise for you- even if it’s a little one and even if I had Harrison help me out.” Tom said.

“It’s lovely. Thank you.” You replied, hugging him again tightly as he rubbed soothing circles on your back. There was a lot of silence over the course of the next few hours while you ate dinner, packed your luggage, and just laid there in each other’s embrace.

“Where does this put us?” You mumbled into Tom’s chest as his hands played with you hair.

“What do you mean?” He asked quietly.

“We won’t see each other for months with both of our careers taking off and landing us in different parts of the world.” You looked up at him to find that he was on the verge of tears. “I know what we have to do, but I don’t want to say it.”

“I know.” Tom whispered.

“Will there ever be an us after this?”

“There will always be an us.”

“I love you.” You said in hushed tone.

“I love you too.” He smiled softly, letting a few tears escape.

~~~

6 Months Later

You had never truly loved the idea of a premiere with all the lights flashing in your direction. Filming for your other movie had prevented you from promoting your film with Tom. It had been six months since you had last spoken to him in person. Your manager had decided, since your “summer fling” with him was now over, it’d be best for you to focus on this new movie and not contact him. You wish you had, especially now as you were being driven to the premiere of your movie together.

“You ready, Miss Y/L/N?” Your chauffeur asked as he pulled up to the carpet. You timidly nodded and the door was opened for you. You stepped out and were immediately blinded by the flashes. You smiled as you waved at the fans. After greeting fans and taking individual photos, you were directed to remain on the carpet for some more photos.

“Y/N,” You heard someone say behind you. You turned to see Tom.

“Tom,” You let out a shaky breath.

“You look beautiful.” He said.

“Thank you. You look great.” You replied.

“How have you been?” Tom asked.

“I-” You were cut off by an usher, directing you two to take pictures together for the press. With an arm casually around your waist, Tom smiled beside you for pictures. You both got whisked away to separate interviews, but, once inside, you were happy to find him.

“Tom, can we talk?” You asked him. He nodded, leaving his current conversation to speak with you privately.

“I miss you a lot. I’ve been wanting to call you since I first left to New Zealand, but I’ve just always been so scared that you don’t want to speak to me. I’m really sorry for doing this right now- I know it’s not the time nor the place-” Your confession was cut off by Tom.

“Y/N, I-”

“Please, let me finish. I can’t stop thinking about you and I love you. It’s always been you and it always will be-” Tom cut you off once more, but not by speaking this time. This time, he kissed you- as if a day hadn’t passed since your last kiss.

“You should’ve called.” Tom said, “I still love you and I always will.”

PART TWO OF THE LUKE HEMMINGS IMAGINE.
Rating:PG-13
Warning: swearing, fighting


The next day I was just a nervous mess. It was incredible that one of my works of art was going up in a gallery. It is a huge step in my life and I’m really proud of the piece.

The reveal is tomorrow and I don’t know what to expect. I don’t expect many people besides friends and family to show up. Most of them have already seen the piece.

I get a text from Luke saying everyone is over at Ashton’s again and he wants me to come over. It again makes me happy he wants to see me.

I throw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie that I got paint on a while back, keeping my hair in its messy bun.

I drive over and come in without knocking, it’s normal. I rush down the stairs, smiling awkwardly as I walk into the room.

“Oh hey!” Ashton smiles. I sigh when I see Arzaylea sitting next to Luke. I give her a quick smile when she looks up from her phone but she doesn’t seem to notice, quickly looking back down.

“Ayyy!” Luke smile, patting next to him on the side his girlfriend isn’t.

I redirect myself from the other couch I was heading too and take a seat next to Luke.

Luke gives me an awkward side hug, laying his head on my shoulder with makes my heart speed up.

I glance at Arzaylea nervously but she doesn’t seem to notice or care. I put my hand on Luke’s arm in attempt to hug him back.

I look around the room, wondering if Ashton, Michael or calum ever moved after we left yesterday because they are doing the exact same thing.

Ashton and Michael are still playing FIFA and calum is sitting on the other couch on his phone.

“How did your test go?” I ask

“Ehh. Alright I guess. Thanks for remembering.” He seems to be not just talking to me.

Arzaylea glances at him.

“I’m glad you’re here. Everyone here can’t get off their electronics for two seconds.” Luke says loudly, looking at me.

Arzaylea scoffs and clicks her phone off, putting it in her pocket.

“Happy?” She asks and he nods.

She smirks, Pouting her lips for a kiss. I look away but can see Luke his his hand and press where he kissed to her lips.

“No I want a real kiss.” She says.

I roll my eyes, not really caring if she sees. I want a real kiss too but she ends up getting one and I don’t. I can hear the smacking of their lips as they start to make out but Luke pulls away.

I try to make it seem like I wasn’t paying attention. Isee Luke glance at me from the corner of my eye.

“I call next round.” I stand to my feet, sitting on the floor next to Ashton desperate to get off that couch.

“Me too. I’ll play with you.” I hear Luke say behind me.

I don’t say anything back, “I asked you like a half hour ago if you wanted to play a round with me.” Arzaylea says.

“I didn’t want to then.” Luke replies casually.

“Okay well what about now. Why can’t I play the next round with you and she can play the next round with Michael.” She wines.

“Or you could play with Michael after we do.” Luke gestures to me.

Arzaylea shakes her head, retrieving her phone out of her pocket and clicking it on. “Never mind. I don’t even want to play anymore.” She says.

“You don’t even like playing it most of the time anyways.” Luke sounds irritated.

I know I should have just told her she can play with Luke but I didn’t want to give in. She is a girl who seems like she is very use to getting what she wants. I know it’s petty of me but Luke was my best friend years before they even met.

Finally it’s Luke and I turn. It is similar to our game, we always end up yelling at each other. More like the game I guess.

In the end I win. That’s usually what happens, yesterday was an except.

“That’s more like it.” I smile.

Luke stocks over to me, effortlessly picking me up off the ground and throwing me on the couch next to his girlfriend.

He bends his leg, putting his knee on my stomach before putting pressure on my body. I groan as he pins my arm arms above my head.

His knee is not digging into my stomach enough to hurt but just keep me in place.

Arzaylea looks annoyed as we fight next to her.

I try to knee Luke but he does a good job of dodging me.

“Lucas.” I warn, he smirks at me. “Let me go you jerk.”

I finally get an advantage and my foot pushes him slightly off me.

“Luke. She said let her go.” Arzaylea snaps. The room goes quiet and Luke looks embarrassed.

“I don’t know why you guys act like such children all the time. We are all grown adults.” She mumbles, storming out of the room for the second day in a row.

Luke let’s go of my arms and stands to his feet.

“Fuck.” He rubs his face. I stay on the couch, he just doesn’t seem happy.

I hate seeing him this way.

He walks out after her. I can hear them yelling upstairs. I hear footsteps making their way back down the stairs.

“We’re gonna go back to her place.” Luke appears back in the room.

I sit up further, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear that had fallen out of my bun.

“Um okay.” I say, looking at the tv Michael and Ashton are playing FIFA on again.

I’m annoyed at the fact that Arzaylea is stopping Luke from hanging out with his friends. Not to mention she called us children.

“I’m sorry.” Luke apologizes to all of us.

“No, I don’t know why you would want to hang with us children anyways.” I continue to stare at the tv, purposely not making eye contact with him.

“I-” Luke starts with a soft voice.

“Just go, Luke.” I say.

I can tell Ashton and calum are uncomfortable but I’m just mad.

Or jealous and don’t want to admit it.

Against my hopes Luke slowly turns around and walks up the stairs. I can hear the front door close and I look down at my hands.

I shouldn’t be mad. It is his girlfriend after all.
*
I head home shortly after that. Ashton and Calum didn’t say anything about what happened.

My house seems emptier than usual. Of course I do live by myself but I didn’t want to be alone right now.

I wanted to be with Luke.

I set turn on a movie that Luke and I always watch together.

I feel so dumb, he is with his girlfriend doing god knows what. I think I would rather not know.

While I’m just sitting here pitying myself and thinking about him.

My phone starts to ring, right away I know it’s Luke calling to apologize like he always does after we’ve had a fight.

I think of just letting him go to voicemail but I’ve already come to the conclusion I’m being ridiculous.

I answer it.

“Hello.” He says. “Are you still at Ashton’s?”

“No.” I shake my head though I’m alone in my apartment.

“Look, i’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have let Arzaylea talk about you guys like that. And I shouldn’t have left.” He says over the phone. I can tell he honestly feels bad.

We have never been able to stay mad at each other.

“No, Luke. She is your girlfriend, I get it.” I try to make him feel better.

I wish he would have stayed, I wish him and Arzaylea would break up but I’m not that lucky.

“Yeah, but you are my best friend.” He says making me smile.

That makes me so happy. “Aww you’re going to make me cry.” I say jokingly but I’m pretty serious.

I love hearing how much he cares about me because I care about him so much it hurts.

“I love you.” He says.

Every time he says that my heart jumps even though it’s something we’ve said since we were younger.

“I love you too.” I say.

PART THREE COMING SOON!!

Reverse Harem

So, while perusing the “Dance with Devils” tag last night, I saw a lot of: “This a breath of refreshing air! FINALLY a reverse harem where the main protagonist is smart! Oh, look, actual story and plot!”
I just want to facepalm because there are WAY better reverse harems with MUCH smarter female leads and far better plot. And the most important part: males actually considering heroine a real human being and not a prize to be won.
So, let me instill that breath of fresh air for a moment.


The one everyone knows:

Ouran Highschool Host Club: Literally everyone knows this anime and the protagonist is ridiculously intelligent and puts up with no shit ever. Even when she finally starts to fall for Tamaki in the manga, she still maintains her sense of strength and wisdom, though still oblivious as always of course. And the main cast all think of her as a person and respect her, though Hikaru and Kaoru had their problems in the beginning.


Akatsuki no Yona: While Hak does struggle with an extreme desire to possess Yona, we see him overcome that and instead change it to “I want to show you off to the world, show everyone who you are, what you’ve become and how strong you are” obviously those aren’t exact words but the point is clear. While everyone is consistently concerned for her life (she does make a lot of rash decisions), they all respect her and adore her. Plus the plot is AMAZING.



Hanasakeru Seishounen: While this plot IS more romance based AND the father literally sets the daughter up with all of these men almost as if she were a possession, he makes it clear later that he did it for her choice and not to actually force her into something she wouldn’t want, he just wanted a back up plan. Even the main character who does want to possess her never forces her into anything EVER. He makes efforts to protect her while also understanding her free spirit. Plus, this is also highly politically based and has an amazing plot.


Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge: While the art style may not appeal to everyone, this show is HILARIOUS. The romance is barely touched on in the anime (the manga concentrates on it) and for once not everyone wants the main character, who is one of the most eccentric heroine in reverse harem anime ever.

There, four anime that don’t have bland heroines and actually have a purpose. I could name a couple of others (like the first season of Uta no Prince-sama, though the main character there is a bit bland in comparison to these four or Kamigami no Asobi) but I’d say these four reign supreme over the others.

This isn’t meant to attack Dance with Devils fans, since I obviously like it too, just to say it isn’t necessarily a breath of fresh air, LOL.

{C.M X Reader} Domestic Life Headcanons P. 1

- Connor isn’t all that good at asking people things, he immediately second guesses himself once a question has left his lips and he often has to add a “But you don’t have to, you do you I guess…” So the first time he asked you if you’d like to move in with him he just went on a tangent, hoping to defuse the imaginary tension he had created.

- It took you five minutes to get him to quiet down before flipping it and asking him if he’d like to move in with you. He was just so lost.

- Good lord is apartment hunting with Connor a job and a half. Sure, he’s mellowed down but he still has that intimidating aura and it scares a lot of the landlords.
“No no, he’s not angry it’s just his face.”
“Don’t lie to them, (F/N). You and I both know I’m always angry.”

- He probably gets so excited when you both find the perfect place within your price range. He doesn’t react immediately, but as soon as he’s sure you’re alone he lifts you up and just spins you around. 

- Decorating with him is both a hassle and a game. He wants everything to be pretty minimalistic, and you’re fine with that, but you also want to put these stupid wicker animals you found at a flea market around the place and he’s having NONE OF IT.
“(F/N), I swear I will set that damn wicker bird on fire if it’s not out of this apartment by the time I get home.”
“You do that Connor and it’ll evolve from a simple bird into a Phoenix! It’ll rise from the ashes and wreck havoc on your life out of SPITE.”

- You used to have a schedule for who cooked on what days, but you quickly learned that Connor Murphy and Kitchens are sworn enemies. The poor boy was scrubbing pancake batter out of his hair for an hour after a certain incident with a hand mixer.

- Much like how you like to steal Connor’s hoodies, Connor likes to steal that one overly large sweater that you own. Yeah, that one.

- You guys have weekly movie nights, you just lie in each other’s arms on the big slightly stiff couch that Connor picked out and swear at cheesy horror movies Prince Fluffy Bottom yips throughout all the loud jump scare moments.

- After awhile you both stop paying attention to whatever movie you’re watching and just talk. If a subject takes a slightly darker turn and it starts to set Connor off, you immediately make a stupid pun and he actually screams.
“Hey, Connor what does a house wear?”
“What? What does that have to do with anything?”
“It wears a dress~!”
“I want a divorce.”

- One day while Connor was working late you turned the small spare room into an art room for him to continue his watercolor paintings. 

- He’s usually the one to initiate cuddles. You both are a lot like cats when it comes to contact, but Connor has a sixth sense when it comes to knowing when you’re in a cuddling mood so he just starts cuddling you out of nowhere.

- It did you a major frighten the first time he initiated a cuddle day.

- You both have certain chores you hate to do, so what you won’t do he will and vice versa. Except for dishes, neither of you will do that shit. It’s a real problem. The lady at the convenience store is a bit concerned over the amount of paper plates and plastic cups you both buy.

- This jerk will use your body wash without asking, so when you start running out sooner than you expected he acts like you’ve lost your damn mind.

- But seriously, who does he think he is? Does he know how expensive that specific body wash is?!

- You have to keep first aid kits in almost every room in the apartment. This boy is so accident prone. Protect him from himself, please and thanks.

- He really likes going grocery shopping with you? You get this weird look on your face when comparing prices, plus he has to make sure you don’t revert back to a college student.
“No, (F/N) you can not buy an entire case of ramen.”
“But Connor, it’s on sale!”

- This boy rarely takes responsibility for Prince Fluffy Bottom. The two just chill while you are left with actually raising the walking pompom. 

Soul Mate AU Where Anything The Person Draws On Themselves- Including Things Like Runes- With The Shadowhunters Characters

Clary wonders why she starts getting these black marks on her body when she gets to about ten or so. Jocelyn tries not to make a big deal about it, but is low-key super worried about what they mean. Clary colours them in sometimes, and doodles on her hands and arms a lot anyway, both out of habit and in the hopes of making her soul mate smile.

Jace isn’t sure why his extra runes never seem to come in, but after a while he stops thinking about it. He just wants to know who keeps colouring in his runes. He does appreciate the drawings, though.

Simon also wants to know why he keeps getting black marks, though his don’t start coming in until he’s about twelve. He wonders what they’re supposed to do, more than anything else.

Isabelle also wonders when her second set of runes are coming in. None of the Lightwood siblings get a full second set, actually, for obvious reasons. Clary never gets a complete first set of runes, Simon and Magnus can’t get runes- at least, they can’t get any of their own- and Max… well, we all know why Max never got all of his. What Isabelle does get are notes that sometimes appear on her palm, that she supposes are reminders that her soul mate leaves himself. Or herself, she’s not fussed either way.

Alec fully expected that he would get a second set of runes. Jace’s runes, to be specific. Needless to say, he was very disappointed when no extra runes started to appear. What did start to happen, however, was that after his rune ceremony, drawings appeared on his hands and arms. It was like his soul mate, now aware of his existence, was almost communicating with him. He’d wake up to see a little sun and the words Good morning on the back of his hand, and wonder who was drawing them. Sometimes he’d write little messages back, but neither of them ever swapped names or numbers or anything. The anonymity was part of the fun.

Magnus always thought there was something wrong with him, since he never got any markings, despite all the times he’s fallen in love. By the time the nineteenth century rolled around, he kind of accepted it. Aside from anything else, he was so low at that point that he might have been more concerned if he did have a soul mate- he wouldn’t want to burden them. For most of the Infernal Devices timeline, he rolled his eyes at Tessa’s inability to work out whether she had Will’s or Jem’s runes- really, she had a little of both, and nobody noticed. Which was strange; having two soul mates is quite rare- meanwhile not questioning why Camille refuses to draw on her arms, nor acknowledge any of the things he draws on his hands for her. It was a long time before he realised that they weren’t showing up on her at all. Cut to the twenty first century, and suddenly an Angelic Power rune appears on his arm. Now it’s Tessa’s turn to roll her eyes and explain that his soul mate does exist, but he or she is a Shadowhunter. Thus begins the anonymous exchange of doodles with his unknown soul mate.

Luke is the first to notice that he’s getting Jocelyn’s runes. However, he hides them, by any means necessary, from both Valentine and Jocelyn. He cares about the two of them too much to ruin their relationship by revealing himself as Jocelyn’s actual soul mate. Nowadays, though, he doesn’t bother hiding them. Even more so now that Jocelyn’s gone. He keeps her runes- though his are basically invisible now- as a way of keeping a part of her with him forever.

I Know Him

A late @mlsecretsanta gift for @marichengs​! I hope you enjoy this fic! It was a lot of fun to write. :) Sorry for the delay in getting this to you!

Thank you @ladyserendipitous for idea bouncing this with me and for the title!


“I’m sorry, Chat Noir, but I like someone else.” Ladybug looked down. “I’m really flattered, but-”

“You don’t have to apologize.” It hurt to hear. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t. It almost killed him to face the reality that he and Ladybug might not end up married someday. Still, he’d deal with those emotions later, because it wasn’t her fault he’d fallen for her, and he refused to take it out on her now. “I just really hope the other person is amazing.”

She brightened. “Oh, he is. I-I mean,” she sighed. “Not that you aren’t. You are, kitty. You’re wonderful and brave and the best partner I could have asked for.”

The flattery helped a little, but it didn’t erase the fact that he wasn’t quite good enough to be the person she fell for. The truth was hard, particularly because some small part of him had always expected to be disappointed, expected to be turned down… “Thanks, m- Ladybug.” He had to stop calling her milady. It wasn’t fair. She wasn’t his at all.

She smiled and gently hugged him. “Listen. I know that you have a wonderful person out there for you, and I hope they make you happier than I ever could.”

He relaxed and returned the embrace with a sigh. “Thank you. I hope he makes you happy, too.” Despite the dull ache in his chest, he truly meant it. He loved her and wanted her to be happy even if it wasn’t with him.

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@moodiful819 wrote a delightful thing for me based off of discussion about reylo while rey is on her period. i’m writing something of a continuation of it for her wherein kylo gets to try out some remedies to help rey feel better. hOPE YOU LIKE IT I GOT SEVERELY CARRIED AWAY, AS USUAL


Rey is in deep space, alone, sitting with her legs crossed in the pilot seat of the Falcon trying to meditate. She sips a drink called hot cocoa that Master Skywalker had given her and nestles one of her cheeks into the cloak she received from Kylo Ren. It feels almost traitorous to be enjoying both of the gifts at once, but… his scent, contradictory to all logic, calms her. His cloak, heavy and warm, smells like electrical burns and ashes and musky sweat, offsetting the chocolate. It helps her forget the worst of her curse, at the best of times—

(She knows what it’s called now, that it’s not the work of the Maker or of Jakku’s goddesses and instead simple biology, but ‘menstruating’ and ‘period’ ring too clinical in her mind to use them to describe the pain that squelches her guts every month.)

—and at the worst of times she remembers that she had received help and been asked nothing in return from her enemy.

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I’ll Kill Him (Avengers X Fem!Reader) (Bucky x Fem!Reader?) WARNING! MAY BE TRIGGERING!

Characters: Bucky X Fem!Reader (possibly expanded on in a part 2 if you guys want it?) Avengers x Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mentions of Domestic abuse.

ANGST

REQUEST: Reader is the Avenger’s assistant and like a little sister to them, and one day she doesn’t come into work and Bucky goes to her house to make sure she’s OK and finds out she’s in an abusive relationship and helps her.


Originally posted by snowtrooper

You loved your job. You worked with the Avengers every day and assisted them with whatever came their way. You helped Steve adjust to everyday life, you helped Tony get place to place without getting noticed, you helped Thor learn customs on earth, and so forth. Then a while back Steve brought in Bucky, telling you he was now officially an avenger. You were quick to make sure Bucky felt right at home and had everything he needed, and helped him adjust. But they helped you as well. Nat taught you the basics on how to defend yourself, Tony taught you how to fix things in case something broke for you back home. Thor taught you about his own culture, Clint taught you how to use a bow and arrow, and Steve and Bucky taught you how to swing dance and waltz. Most people would complain about not getting a day off, but when you work with your friends who treat you as a sister, you didn’t mind in the slightest. You could come in sick and it would be them assisting you!

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The One With The Black Lingerie

Pairing: Alec Lightwood x Reader

Summary: After Jace leaves, you’re a total mess and while Alec does want to ask you out, he feels it’s too soon. He and Izzy come up with the genius plan of setting you up with a mediocre guy just to give you a little push until Alec’s ready to swoop in but you know Alec - all jealous and brooding - there’s no way he can watch you with another guy from the sidelines.

A/N: hey followers! i would love to know what other tv show/character imagines you’d like to see on here since both shadowhunters and teen wolf are on hiatus! so, drop me an ask with ‘tv show/character’ (not a request/prompt!) and i’ll write one for the most requested or liked! 

MASTERLIST, MOBILE MASTERLIST (you can like it and save it for later!)
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“Oh god, when was the last time you brushed your teeth?!” Alec groans as he climbs into your bed.

“Go away,” you grumble, pulling the sheets over your head. Alec pulls them back down, “You’re going to have to get out of bed sooner or later. It’s been almost 3 months.”

“It’s not like I haven’t left my bed in that time,” you mumble.

Alec rolls his eyes, “Leaving your bed to take a shower and stock up on snacks doesn’t count.”

You huff, turning over to face Alec, “Your point being?”

“Jace is gone y/n…”

“I know that.”

Alec’s fingers delicately play with your hair, his eyes filled with sympathy, “You need to move on.”

“Yeah,” you sigh, sitting up and pulling you hair into a ponytail. Since that night that Jace had disappeared with Valentine, you felt like you had been losing your mind. It had been exactly 11 weeks and 4 days. Whilst you had spent the first month searching frantically for him, each day felt like he was getting further and further away. It got harder and harder to leave the institute knowing you would come back empty handed – knowing you wouldn’t be able to find him. You and Jace had grown up together and even back when you were crawling around on all fours, you had always stuck together. You went from best friends to what you thought was soulmates but he had still chosen to leave you.

“I’ll get dressed, let’s go kill some demons on something,” you laugh lightly, climbing out of bed and Alec catches you by your wrist, “No, like move on – move on.”

“What do you mean?”

“Since Valentine got the cup, a bunch of Shadowhunters have come here from Idris. Izzy kind of picked one out for you…”

“Alec, I’m not-“

“-Ready. I know, but how long are you going to stay hung up over Jace? First you drunk yourself into oblivion, then you turned into like a sloth-“

“Hey!”

“Well, it’s true!”

You suck in a deep breath, staring down at your pyjamas that you didn’t care to admit how long you’d been wearing, “Fine.”

“Really?!”

“One date and then you get off my back. Same goes for everyone else.”

“I’ll let Izzy know,” Alec smiles. Alec was the only thing that had kept you from going insane over the months. He spent days and nights by your side, making sure you were okay and despite wanting you to be up and about, he made sure all your favourite chocolates were always stocked. On nights he wasn’t at the institute, by your side, you couldn’t help but feel like something was missing – the same way you had felt after Jace had left you.

“You have yourself a deal,” Alec grins, holding a hand out. You reluctantly shake it and Alec looks you up and down, “Make sure you hop in the shower before you come downstairs and meet him.”

“No shit,” you grumble, shoving past him and into the bathroom. As you shed you clothes and climb in, you hear a knock on the door, “I restocked all the soaps and shampoo’s and stuff.”

“Thanks,” you mumble under your breath, looking around the bathroom to find everything had been restocked and there were even fresh flowers at the sink, “What a sly piece of shit,” you laugh to yourself knowing you would now owe Alec for taking so much care of you.

You take time to do your makeup and look good before you go downstairs and you had to admit, looking so attractive after spending months in sweats and barely washing your hair, it really boosted your self-esteem.

“You must be y/n,” a voice says behind you and you turn to find a gorgeous blonde haired boy grinning at you, “I’m Isaac,” he grins, holding a hand out. You shake it, your eyes studying him and very obviously so, since he towered over you.

“So I guess Izzy told you that I wanted to take you out, huh?”

“How did you even know about me I mean I’ve barely left my room,” you laugh nervously.

“I saw you sneaking out to get the fried chicken you ordered at like 3am. I was walking to your room to ask you for some and I saw you watching Star Wars-“ he pauses, not wanting to comment on the fact that you had also been crying, “Girl after my own heart.

You blush in embarrassment. You remembered that night clearly. You had been craving fried chicken so much that you had asked Simon to come drop some off for you. When you were sneaking back through the institute you looked terrible and in the hopes of avoiding bumping into anyone, you had taken to the staircase. Unable to see through your tears or regain balance with all the food in your hands, you tumbled down the stairs halfway up to your room and as ridiculous as it was, your only thought was ‘thank god the bag was tied up and my food Is safe.’

“You’re wondering if I saw you fall down the stairs…”

“Did you?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “I was going to see if you were okay but you just bounced right back up.”

“That’s me,” you swing an arm, trying to look enthusiastic.

“Well, I’m about to spar with Alec but what do you say we go out tonight around eight?”

You nod. You weren’t entirely sure about dating someone you barely knew but you were sure about one thing: you had to get over Jace. He wasn’t coming back.

“Oh, and Isaac,” you call out and he jogs back over to you, “Go for Alec’s ankle. He twisted it this morning,” you whisper, winking at Alec as Isaac steps onto the mat. The fight lasted about 40 seconds with Isaac kicking at Alec’s shin and then his ankle, sending him straight to the floor. Alec growls at you as he hobbles off that mat, “You totally sold me out!”

You shrug innocently and Alec scowls, nudging your shoulder as he storms past you.

“Oh come on, don’t be so petty,” you giggle catching up to him.

“Two minutes with the new guy and you’re already changing sides?” he pouts, ruffling your hair, “So what? Did you like him?”

“I mean, he’s pretty and he’s nice,” you shrug and Alec stares at you, “He’s not a doll, y/n.”

“Well, he is tonight,” you smirk, elbowing Alec playfully and his eyes widen, “You can’t be serious.”

“What?”

“You aren’t going to sleep with him on the first date!”

“You’re the one who said the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else!”

“I DID NOT SAY THAT!” he almost shrieks and your eyes widen.

“Okay,” you laugh, “Calm down,” you suck in a sharp breath, “Well, someone said it. And they’re right.”

“Well, I think that’s stupid,” he grumbles.

You furrow your brows together, “You’re the one who told me to go on this date!”

“Yeah, to move on a little – you know, realize there are more fish in the sea. Have a nice date, maybe have a drink.”

“And I’m going to do all of that… just a tad more,” you wink, unsure of why Alec was mad at all. The entire thing had been his suggestion.

Alec stays silent, “You know what? Do whatever you want.”

You throw your hands up as he walks off, his long legs carrying him much faster than you could catch up with.
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“Which one?” you ask Isabelle, holding up lingerie and she frowns, “That’s a tough choice,” her lips curl into a thoughtful frown, “Red says ‘slow and romantic’ and black say mhmmhmmhm,” she mumbles, wiggling her brows and you nod, “I think I need black.”

“Black what?” Alec’s voice interrupts you in the doorway and you stare at him wide-eyed as he spots the lingerie in your hands before his eyes travel to your dress.

“Whoa, you look so beautiful,” he whispers and you look down at your dress, “Beautiful? I was going for more hot-“

Well that too,” he mumbles, stepping closer to you. His eyes travel between your dress and the lingerie, “But you know what’s really hot? Ankle length, turtle neck dresses.”

“Shut up,” you laugh, “Well since you’re already here and have already seen, black or red?” you jiggle the hangers around and Alec sighs, “Black.”

“Good to see you’re over your hissy fit,” you smile and Isabelle raises a brow. You sit down beside her to explain, “So Alec tells me to go on a date and then gets pissed when he finds out that on this date I’m going to sleep with the guy after.”

Isabelle’s eyes widen and Alec shakes his head. Isabelle knew about Alec’s feelings for you whether he cared to admit them or not. As many a times that Isabelle had tried to convince him of them, he had just continued to deny it.

“What?” you ask, looking between the two of them.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? Isn’t it a little too soon after Jace? You don’t want to jump into things,” Isabelle blurts out.

Before you can answer, Isaac appears in the doorway, clearing his throat to make his presence known.

“You look so pretty,” he pecks you on the cheek, slipping his hands into his pocket nervously, “Are we ready to go?”

“Where are you taking her?” Alec interjects, stepping between the two of you. You look to Isabelle in disbelief but she simply shrugs.

“Pandemonium.”

“Sounds awesome. I was in the mood for shots,” you grin.

“Me too, how about you Izzy?” Alec asks, pulling his jacket on.

“Me too!”

You stare at the two of them, Isaac looking even more uncomfortable than you.

“Okay, then I guess we’d better leave… all three of us,” he mutters under his breath.
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By the time it hits 1am, you’re storming out of the club, Alec chasing after you, “I’m so glad you finally decided to leave, that Isaac guy is such a bore!”

You glare at him, gritting your teeth, “Well you would know!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that any time me and him get close to talking you’re right in the middle! I mean, do you not like him or something?! You and Izzy are the ones who picked him!”

“Well, maybe I changed my mind!”

“About what?!”

“I don’t know!” he sighs, running his fingers through his hair, “I don’t like the way he runs his hands all over you and whispers in your ear! I don’t like that you’re ready to climb into bed with him even though you don’t know him!”

You inhale deeply, “I know you’re just looking out for me, but I’m okay Alec. You don’t have to get all big brotherly on me,” you laugh, Punching his arm playfully and he stiffens.

“That’s not what I-“

“Say no more! I promise, I won’t sleep with him. We’ll just talk tonight,” you smile and Alec shakes his head, “I don’t mean-“

“Come in when you’re ready!” you call out over your shoulder, disappearing into the crowd.

Your eyes search for Isaac and just when you’re about to give up, your pulled backwards by your arm into one of the VIP rooms.

“Not bad,” you laugh, looking around as your eyes land on Isaac, “How did you clear out the whole room?”

He shrugs, placing his hands on your waist, “I feel like we haven’t spoken a word to each other all night…”

“Well, maybe we should catch up,” you whisper.

“Okay – well, so far, how have you-“

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his. He pressed you up against the wall, his hands moving from your waist into your hair.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” he yells and you feel the heat of his body tear away from you.

It takes moment for your eyes to focus on what they’re seeing but surely enough, it was Alec beating the crap out of him.

“ALEC! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” you yell, pulling him off. Alec tries to lunge at him again and you shove him back by the chest, “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“YOU!” he yells.

Before you can answer you hear Isaac groaning behind you and you turn to find him grimacing, still on the floor.

“Izzy,” you sigh in relief as she walks in, clearly confused by the situation, “Can you take Isaac back to the infirmary at the institute?”

Isabelle nods, hauling Isaac up and pulling his arm over her shoulder, “What about you?”

“I’ll be there soon,” you state, stilling glaring at Alec.

Once they both disappear you rub you temples, “What is wrong with you today?”

Alec stays silence, his breathing still heavy. His eyes wouldn’t leave yours.

“Alec!” you snap your fingers in front of him face and he catches you by the wrist, “Don’t,” he hisses through gritted teeth.

“You’re pissed at me?” you laugh sarcastically, “What did I do wrong? You’re the one that dragged me out of bed to make me go on a date with some guy I didn’t know or care about and then you ruin that date – and not only do you ruin it, you actually beat up the super nice guy who was taking me out!”

“I wanted you to move on a little – I was just trying to give you a little push in the right direction!”

“And I took it!”

“THE RIGHT DIRECTION TOWARDS ME!” he yells before slumping, “I wanted you to come to me…”

For a moment you stay silent and between then and the moment you speak, a million thoughts occur to you. You think of Alec, your friend, the one who had got things going between you and Jace. The one who you complained about everything to. The one who always had and will always have your back. The guy who had seen you naked at least 10 times and whose only comment was ‘do you even own clothes?’
But then you think of Alec, the guy you always cried to. The guy who would literally kill someone for you. Die for you. And you would do the same. You think of how he had taken care of you, not only after what happened with Jace but with everything. Always. And then you think, ‘Why didn’t I pick Alec?’

“Then why did you set me up with Isaac?”

“Because you’re Jace’s girlfriend! Or at least you were!” he sighs in defeat, “And you’re my best friend…”

You stay silent and he steps closer to you, pulling your hands into his, “I was scared if I asked you, you would say no or that you wouldn’t be ready. I thought that if you went out with this guy, you’d get over Jace and then I could tell you – But it’s too hard watching you be with someone else when I’ve already been doing that all these years!”

“Tell me what?”

“That I love you…”

“Alec,” you stare at him, but he avoids eye contact, his gaze fixated on the floor.

“I always have. But the feelings subsided when I saw how great you were with Jace. I wanted you to be happy but then he left and at first I was just doing what I had always done – taking care of you and being your friend, but after a while I realized that if I saw Jace I’d probably kill him after seeing what he did to you. Because I love you and seeing you hurt, it hurts me. And seeing you happy, it makes me-“

“Happy,” you mumble, finishing for him, “Alec…”

“Tell me you don’t feel the same. Tell me there isn’t one beat in your heart that’s for me,” he asks sincerely, tilting your chin with his index finger so your eyes meet his.

You weren’t the most articulate person in the world. And in this situation, you really had no idea what to say. All you knew was that our heart was beating so fast, you weren’t sure of anything other than the fact that you wanted to kiss him. And so you did. Your hands tangled in his hair and your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Wait,” he whispers against your lips, slowly pulling away from you, “Say it.”

“Say what?”

“That you love me.”

You smirk, “You know, if you keep teasing me, you might be the one seeing my black lingerie tonight.”

Alec steps away from you, half amused and half serious, “As tempting as that is, we’re not doing anything until you tell me how you feel.”

“Alec, seriously? It’s not prom night. And you’re not my date. We don’t have to do the whole ‘Say you love me and then I’ll put out’ thing’!”

“Well, I’m gonna,” he scoffs playfully.

You knew you did. From the minute you felt his lips against yours. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was too soon and maybe it was going to ruin your friendship. But you did.

“Fine,” you smirk, poking a finger into his chest, “I…” you trail your finger down his chest to the waistband of his jeans, “Love…” you fingers dance across it and you stand on your tiptoes, your lips grazing his ear, “You.”

“I love you,” you repeat, pulling away from him, “Of course I love you.”

“And you’re not just saying that to get me into bed?” he teases.

“No, of course not,” you grin, “Don’t expect a call in the morning though.”

“We should get going,” Alec looks at the time, pulling you alongside him.

“But we didn’t finish what we were doing…” you pout and he laughs before his expression softens, “Maybe we should take things slow.”

“Slow?”

“You know – you let me take you on a date and we start off right so this all goes well.”

“Well, what happens if we go fast?”

“I don’t want to. If I had asked you out all those years ago, I would’ve taken you on millions of dates and kissed you millions of times and I want to do all that. And considering Jace will kill me when he finds out, I want to do it properly.”

“Well Jace isn’t here anymore,” you sigh, the sinking feeling in your stomach returning.

“Yeah, but I am,” Alec smiles softly, “And I love you. And I want to be with you.”

“It should’ve always been you,” you whisper, pressing your lips to his, “And if that’s what you really want, we can do that,” you pause, “But… I’m not going to have to wait for our millionth date for us to-“

“Oh, nooo,” Alec chuckles, “I’m a patient, controlled guy but not that patient.”

Here are some thoughts on the TLJ trailer and the panel that probably no one is going to care about anyway, but meh. 

I sure as heck didn’t expect to see an unmasked Kylo in the trailer or on a poster. I was bracing myself for Super Duper Evul Kylo, but we didn’t really get that (I mean, I guess it could be arguable, but that’s not the impression I got). But we’re at least going to avoid a whole lot of annoying af discourse, thank God. The scar isn’t too bad, but I didn’t expect it to be, and I honestly was never concerned about it either. (I admit it, I kind of rolled my eyes at people’s comments about them being worried about it being bigger than a paper cut, and that’s all due to me still believing TLJ is going to be Kylo Ren’s Pain Train) It is true Kylo seems pretty vulnerable and almost sad on the poster, compared to a much more sinister-looking Luke. Someone who hasn’t seen TFA could almost believe Kylo is a good guy and Luke a villain, lol.

- As for Kylo’s shattered mask (because it’s clearly Kylo’s with the metal strips and all, and not Vader’s)… if that isn’t huge, in your face foreshadowing of his redemption, then I don’t know what the heck it is. Well, you could say it’s hinting that he’s going to die, but for me, that’s a VERY unlikely possbility. Interesting we also hear Vader’s breathing in the background: it kind of reminds me of a theory going around that Vader and/or Kylo’s helmet are Dark Side artefacts that influence the person who possesses them to go Dark Side (Sith holocrons, anyone?).

- Yeah, totally a library in the tree. Whoever found out that the book a (gloved) hand is touching at some point is the Journal of the Whills had me squeeing out loud. Thank you, you made my day (among other things)!

- Straight after Rey says “Balance”, someone whispers “It’s so much bigger”. Who is the one saying that? Luke? Kylo? 

- I’ll just scream it with everyone else: GREY JEDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

- To me, Kylo is the one saying “I only know one truth”. It sounds more like Adam’s voice than Mark’s. I mean, the trailer just happens to coincidentially show Kylo’s face at the same time. As for that shot… I think it’s happening in the present, and it’s not a flashback of Whatever-Happened-At-The-Let’s-Not-Call-It-An-Academy? 

- I’ve seen a theory going around that whatever is burning behind Kylo is the Ahch-To tree, in which there’s the shelf of books seen in the trailer. My theory right now is that Kylo needs to find Luke’s hiding place because he needs to “retrieve” something from it (in TFA, he’s pretty dead set on finding the map, while Snoke and Hux are just “Aw, just destroy the thing, who cares), so that leaves me wondering: what if he burned the Force tree in order for whatever knowledge it has not to fall across the wrong hands? Especially with the shot of the Millennium Falcon getting chased by X-Wings and the possibility the FO might come to Ahch-To… JUST THEORIZING. 

- Also, if Kylo wants the end of the Jedi like Vader, why does Luke want that too, and why are they on separate sides? Or more generally, what is Kylo’s motivation? BECAUSE HONESTLY THE DUDE IS A WALKING MYSTERY BOX GAH

- CAN DECEMBER JUST COME ALREADY

- Speaking of the panel itself: I squealed when Daisy talked about meeting your hero and them not being the way you expect them to be. Rey and Luke are not going to get along well. I called it.

- So according to an interview with John Boyega (can’t find the link) later today, Rose is a Finn fangirl?  It’s cute. But that pretty much debunks Rose betraying Finn according to what (false) leakers have been saying? But when John talked about choices Finn will have to make - either fighting for the Resistance and finding his place within it, or keep running from the First Order - that leads me to think: will Finn be forced to make a terrible decision? Potentially being a hero but falling in the hands of the FO? Or running away and leaving the Resistance helpless? Especially in front of Rose’s eyes? 

It could be interesting: Finn is, according to Maz, a man who wants to run. He finally stands up in the end of TFA by facing Kylo Ren, while being fully aware that he doesn’t stand a chance against him, but all that to give Rey an opportunity to run away to safety. Behind-the-scenes pictures imply that he has a confrontation with Phasma at some point in TLJ… so I think Finn will be forced to face his worst fears. And he’ll do the right thing, but that will throw him back into his worst nightmare. 

Now… considering Rian Johnson described Rose as a bit of an “everywoman” who gets thrown in the middle of an adventure she didn’t ask for, I wonder if after Finn getting captured, she’ll do anything to save him. THAT would be awesome. 

That’s all I can think of for now, but I might have other things to say later.

No Thinking Allowed

Pairing: Chris Demarais/Reader
Warnings: Minor Swears
W/C: 2,191
Summary: A work outing to the beach with friends and food can’t really be too much of a pivotal moment in your life…can it?
A/N: So a day at the beach a few weeks ago left me in a mood to write one and @rojahal was more than happy to send in a flash fic prompt with a beach theme. 2k words later……

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anonymous asked:

How about headcanons of MC being fluent in either spanish or italian and the first time the RFA hears them speaking the language?

Heyheyhey anon! Thanks for the request!! I decided to make alternate the languages from Italian to Spanish between characters, i hope you don’t mind!! also this will include some NSFW HCs like you requested in the other ask you sent!! hope you enjoy! (btw there will be Spanish/Italian phrases in here sO YA)


Yoosung:
♥ When he finds out that you can speak Italian, he asks you to talk to him in Italian all the time. He’s so intrigued by it! He thinks you’re so smart for being bilingual.
♥ He’s always wanted to learn a different language but he never has had the time. He asks you how to say cute stuff like ‘I love you’ and ‘You’re beautiful’ in Italian. He says it to you every single day after he learns those phrases.
♥ He starts learning how to cook Italian food just for you!!
♥ Sometimes, he asks you to speak to you in Italian just cause it calms him and makes him sleepy. You often talk to him in Italian until you both fall asleep.
♥ (NSFW) If you ever start moaning in Italian while you guys are doing the do, he gets really blushy, but he asks you to continue. He doesn’t like to admit it, but it sounds really sexy and lewd to him. It turns him on.

Zen:
♦ When Zen first heard you speak Spanish, he was so flustered. It was such a sensual language to him. He’s only ever really heard Korean, so to hear such beautiful, foreign words slip out of your lips was something he would love to hear forever.
♦ He constantly asks you to read his scripts and sing his songs in Spanish. He just loves hearing how it differs from the regular, monotone Korean version he’s heard all his life.
♦ He picks up some Spanish from you. He’ll whisper lewd things in Spanish to you while you both are in public. fuckin zen stop trying in mis pantalones. not right now at least
♦ He loves it when you get frustrated and start talking really fast in Spanish, he thinks it’s cute for some reason?? LOL
(NSFW) If you ever start moaning in Spanish while he’s hitting you up, he will 200% get super turned on. He will unleash the beast like literally Spanish sounds so sexy to him.

Jaehee:
• You two will be probably drinking coffee together or something and you just let a little Italian phrase slip out of your mouth. She gets really intrigued like “What? You speak Italian? Why did I not know this?”
• She would probably learn Italian, the language is so interesting to her. She’s wanted to learn a language, but she’s never had a tutor or a mentor to teach her any other language other than Korean. Now that you’re here, she asks you so many questions about the language.
• 100% WILL START VENTING IN ITALIAN TO YOU. SHE WILL CALL JUMIN A CAROGNA ITS SO FUNNY
• In the future, she will pROPOSE TO YOU IN ITALIAN. SHE WILL LITERALLY PROPOSE TO YOU. IN. ITALIAN. “Vuoi percorrere il sentiero della vita insieme a me?” (Do you want to walk the path of life with me?)
(NSFW) She would get so blushy if you started dirty talking in Italian to her. Since she’s learning the language, she understands some of the stuff you say and she’s just dead omg. Once she gets more comfortable with sexual stuff with you, she will exchange the phrases. ;)

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