why does it have to be so shaky

anonymous asked:

Forgive me if you've been asked this already but at what moment do you think Clarke fell in love with Lexa, or realized she was in love with her? I believe Eliza had trouble answering this at a con (I think she said it was before the bow though) so I'm wondering what you think.

Mmm that’s hard to say, and honestly, that’s kinda what I love about it. Because you can’t always exactly pinpoint the moment you fall in love with someone, right? Maybe it’s a feeling that grows gradually but unstoppable, maybe it’s like a wave hitting you at once, it varies. And that’s how I think it was for Clarke.

The way I see it, it was sudden for her at first and then everything slowed down and it naturally developed. It wasn’t love yet in the beginning, but there was definitely a realization that she had feelings for Lexa. Just look at her face after storming out of Lexa’s tent in 2x14. 

Why else would she looked so bothered? If she had just been upset about their argument she would have had an angry face. Instead she looks like she’s literally trying to physically restrain her feelings, whatever they may be. She takes that deep, shaky breath in an attempt to collect herself because, what the hell just happened inside that tent? Did Lexa really just confess she has feelings for me? And why does it affect me so much? What am I feeling? This is what I think is going through her mind. And then of course we have the confirmation of this, when she gladly replies to Lexa’s kiss. Even after she rejects her, there is no indication of that being a definitive rejection. There is no feeling of “I’m sorry, but I don’t reciprocate.” Clarke is not ready for a relationship, and it’s right that she was honest with Lexa, but she rejects her in literally the softest way possible, AND leaves the door open for the future. Not yet. That means she already sees herself considering a relationship with Lexa in the future, after healing, when she’s finally ready. And look at how tender and somewhat tamely longing her gaze is even after she rejected Lexa.

She is definitely aware of her feelings for Lexa here. But then the betrayal happens and ah, they take 46 steps back.

Now, of course, Lexa’s betrayal causes Clarke to close herself off. Clarke is angry at Lexa, she’s angry at herself, she’s in pain, every other feeling pales in comparison. And obviously, so much of Clarke’s suffering is tied to what Lexa did, so it’s definitely not a surprise that romance is out of the question when they first meet again. Clarke’s pain is consuming her, she is definitely not thinking about whatever she and Lexa had. And yet…

This isn’t a romantic moment by any means. But we’re talking about Clarke realizing she loves Lexa, and I don’t think we can’t gloss over this moment. When I say that I don’t romanticize this scene, it’s because this is not a cute moment. This isn’t a “oh my God, she loves her!” moment, this moment is sad. It’s painful, it’s heartbreaking, but it’s so damn important. Clarke can’t kill Lexa here. How much easier would it be for her to shut her heart out entirely, to blame Lexa for everything and just kill her without feeling anything? I bet in that moment, a part of Clarke wants that. But Clarke feels, and she feels for Lexa. She has these feelings and they won’t go away, not even when she’s at her lowest. So yeah, not a romantic moment, but definitely essential to understand Clarke’s complicated feelings for Lexa.

After the bow, Clarke is a little more trusting towards Lexa, but she’s definitely still closed off, she’s not ready to expose her heart yet. And we get to the “I’m doing it for my people” episode, 3x04. Right from the very beginning, Clarke spends the entire episode trying to find a way to keep Lexa safe, to protect her. But every single time she voices her concerns to Lexa or hell, even Titus, her preoccupation feels far more personal than political. She’s worried, she’s agitated, she even seems angry that Lexa won’t listen to her and step away from the duel. It’s a crescendo of apprehension and frustration and anxiousness as every single one of Clarke’s attempts fails, crescendo that culminates in an emotional explosion.

The second gif is particularly telling. Titus interrupts them, the moment is gone and Clarke finds herself having to face what just happened. Look at her face, at how she looks away from Lexa and sucks a breath through her teeth. She’s restraining her feelings, but she’s a little too late this time. And it’s not only Lexa who is shaken by Clarke’s emotional outburst, it’s Clarke herself too. She doesn’t catch herself in time and now she can’t pretend with herself that those feelings aren’t there. I think this is when the true first “shift” after the betrayal happens. Clarke wants to keep Lexa at arm’s length but Lexa might very well die that same day and, despite any resolution she had, the thought terrifies Clarke. And she’s so scared that she’s never going to see Lexa again that…

I could write an essay on all the emotions Clarke experiences before and throughout and at the end of Lexa’s duel, but the gist of it is that during this tense moment, with Lexa’s life on the line, she can’t bring herself to hide her feelings. It’s all there, on her face. 

Only when things settle down she is able to collect herself again. Lexa comes visit her that night and we see Clarke pull her walls up again. “I was just doing what was right for my people.” BUT! Even if Clarke is not ready to open up her heart again, that scene is infused with intimacy. Even Clarke’s “rejection” is filled with emotion.

Clarke is the opposite of cold here. The way I see it, she is pulling away because she’s realizing she’s close to giving in, but she’s not yet ready for that. It’s so clear that here Lexa is talking about what happened at Mount Weather too, this is another quiet apology that Clarke obviously recognizes. If she went with her feelings, Clarke would have to admit that she does understand Lexa, that in her heart maybe she’s already forgiven her. But in that moment it’s too overwhelming, so she looks away and avoids the conversation, avoids Lexa’s gaze, avoids having to focus on her feelings.

She literally keeps having to look away because things get too intense but at the same time there’s a tenderness in her eyes that she can’t hide. And once Lexa is gone and she can breathe… bam

All the feelings she restrained, everything she tried to hide merely minutes ago hits her full force. I said I think Clarke’s love for Lexa developed gradually, naturally, but if I had to pick a specific moment and say that’s when Clarke realized she’s in love with Lexa, it would be this one.

By the time we get to 3x06, I do believe Clarke knows and has accepted she is in love with Lexa, but she’s still struggling to admit it out loud, especially to Lexa. That episode happens roughly 7-10 days after the events of Hakeldama, and when we see Clarke and Lexa again, they are closer than ever. There is a sense of intimacy, of almost domesticity between them. They are comfortable with each other’s presence. There’s not really a reason for them being in the same room in that scene: Lexa fell asleep while reading and Clarke is drawing (there are other sheets in her folder, which makes me think she was drawing other things before focusing on Lexa). They don’t have to talk or interact, they simply are together.

When Lexa wakes up from the nightmare, Clarke doesn’t hesitate to jump next to her and comfort her, with soothing touches and calming, reassuring words. And then we get to the moment Lexa notices the drawing. A lot has been said about Lexa’s face, but instead look at Clarke’s.

This is the exact opposite of what I was talking about in 3x04. Lexa sees the drawing and is taken aback. That she doesn’t know whether she should hope for anything is another story, but the look she gives Clarke is very telling. And Clarke doesn’t avoid it. Yes, her first instinct is to play it off as something meaningless. “Uh, that’s not- it’s not finished yet.” But then Lexa looks at her, confused, surprised, a tiny bit hopeful, and Clarke meets her gaze and they just stare at each other. Look at that little pause she does before lifting her eyes. That’s when she chooses not to hide. As I said, I think that here Clarke has come to terms with her feelings for Lexa, but here for the first time, she doesn’t hide them from Lexa. Her look is just as telling as Lexa’s. They aren’t saying a word and this is one of their most honest, important conversations. Clarke is silent, but her eyes are speaking, her untold feelings are there, and maybe letting Lexa know isn’t so unfathomable anymore. Maybe, maybe Clarke this is the closest Clarke has been to being ready.

So this is what i think. The way I see it, it’s tricky and complicated and simply beautiful.

While Bruce was lost in time, Tim would call his phone a lot. Even though he knew he’d never get an answer, just hearing Bruce’s voice over the voicemail was comforting. It let him feel, just for a moment, like maybe things were still normal, even though they weren’t. And sometimes he would leave messages, just so it felt like he was talking to him again. When Bruce got back, he found hundreds of messages on his answering machine, all from Tim.

“Hey, Bruce, it’s Tim. So uh, Dick made Damian Robin. He just… fired me. Just like that. *a deep breath* You know, I remember that time when you said that Robin would never be taken away from me, but I guess things are different now. Now I don’t really know what I’m going to do. *sigh* If you were here I’d probably just go ask you for advice, but that’s not really an option anymore, huh? *a humorless chuckle* …I thought the others would be on my side, help me try to find you, but they think I’m just grieving. They won’t even let me explain. And the funny thing is I don’t even blame them, because the more I tell myself again and again that you’re out there somewhere, the more it sounds like I’m just crazy. And I probably am, but… I know you’re alive. They don’t believe me, but I know. *a sniffle* Uh, I have to go, so… Bye, Bruce.” *click*

“Hi, Bruce. Me again. It’s already been a month since you’ve been gone. Or, at least I think it is. I don’t really know anymore. I’m still searching, in case you were wondering. I haven’t given up. I won’t give up. Everyone else has, but… I dunno, I guess they can afford to. They have other things to keep them going, so I guess they can afford to accept you’re gone. Don’t know if that says more about them or me. *halfhearted snort* *in the background, another voice asking Tim who he’s talking to* Nobody, Tam. Just… -it’s nobody. *back into the phone* I-I gotta go, so uh, talk to you later.” *click*

“It’s Tim again. I wonder what number message this is. Doesn’t really matter, I guess. So uh, I have to leave in a few hours. I’m gonna fight Ra’s. If you were here you’d probably tell me not to, because I’ll get killed. But you’re not here, and-and that’s why I have to. *long pause* You’d be right, though. I know I’m no match for him, and I know I won’t last for long, so I’ll probably die tonight. But even if he does kill me… it’ll be worth it. So uh, goodbye, I guess. And if this is my last message and I do die, then I just want you to know- *voice crack* *shaky breath* I just want you to know that I’m okay with it. Because at least it’s me rather than you. …Goodbye, Bruce.” *click*

Bruce listens to hundreds of other messages just like this, each one more heartbreaking than the last. When he’s finished, he clears them all, and then he picks up the phone again to call Tim.

Sinful Knight (m)

Originally posted by sugutie

Summary: Even though you’re due to be married to Prince Jimin, you can’t help letting your Knight, Jungkook, into your bed.

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Warning: princess!reader, knight!jungkook, dirty talk, virginity, infidelity

Word count: 1.416

A/N: I like au’s. I’ll probably write more in the future. Thank you if you read!

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Tell Me I’m Pretty | One

Originally posted by thedis4design

Prompt: Artist!Reader x Jughead.

Warnings: Angst, bullying, possible mentions of suicide later on. There could be violence and mentions of death, so please, be careful when proceeding to the other parts!

A/N: Hope you like thissss!!!

Song Of The Chapter: Trouble by Cage the Elephant

We were at the table by the window, the view,
Casting shadows, the sun was pushing through.

Y/C/H hair pushed to the side, while droopy eyes scanned a sketchbook filled with unfinished works. A golden sun dipping into the horizon provided slivers of lighting through the blinds of the window you sat by. A melted milkshake sat next to the open book, the beverage barely sipped out of as the cherry had sunken to the bottom of the glass at this point. Your mind was wrecked with ideas, so much so that your hand couldn’t even move because you didn’t know what would come out on that paper. Lyrics to a song that nobody wrote? A sketch of the boy you had been admiring from afar as you sat in the comfort of your booth? The essay that your English teacher had assigned during school hours?

You decided to sit back, leaning your head against the booth while a delicate sigh escaped your lips. The atmosphere at this little diner was relaxed and quiet, so your lonely presence wouldn’t be too out of place. Usually, on Friday nights, the people in this small town would much rather gather at the club or go to a high school football game than visit the diner on the corner of a less travelled street downtown. You were thrilled to spend no  time around peers that knew of  you at school. You had already paid for whatever you ordered, so nobody was waiting for you to leave the booth and make the diner slightly more empty.

Nobody cared to invite you to these social outings, mainly because whenever you were new to the school and people wanted to be your friend, you shut them down. You weren’t too fond of kindling friendships with people who’d be out of your life by the time they broke eighteen. You’d much rather write poetry and sketch the pretty people who made this town just a bit more interesting. Those who flourished in the attention of their close friends and buzzed about on social media. Their existence brought you something new to study, the student body’s lack of morality, and the constant movement, drama, and rivalry between inner circles.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a figure sliding into the seat across from you, your eyes landing on the boy you had been looking at nearly this entire time. Jughead Jones III, a fellow student in your fifth period English class. He sat three seats to your left, and he always managed to catch your eye through quick side glances. His presence, though, caught you off guard. Not once had he spoken a word to you, but he was always enthusiastic when it came to English.  A strand of his raven black hair fell over his forehead as he rested both forearms on the table, lacing his fingers together while they interlocked; he looked as if he was about to interrogate you, of course. With Jason Blossom’s murder still being a mystery, everyone had to be questioned in this little town. You hadn’t even thought to speak a word, you were practically stunned by his sudden decision to appear before you.

He had a great group of friends, ones much more popular and had a respectable reputation that was spoken about around the halls. His best friend’s name was Archie Andrews, a talented musician and athlete, who seemingly had better luck with girls and friends, because there was always people surrounding him. Jughead’s friends were practically the core of popularity, a mixture of underclassmen who thrived from the admiration of their fellow classmates. You didn’t despise the group. These were the things that you had paid close attention to, for your life would never be as interesting as theirs, so you vicariously live through what could have been for you, and sketch these scenes out in multiple hardcover books stacked on your desk at home.

His lips curled into a half-smile, “Y/N L/N, right?” Jug reached over to grab a french fry from your untouched basket that you ordered nearly half an hour ago. You raise an eyebrow, his behavior causing you to think he sat across from you as a result of a stupid dare. If you weren’t so terrified of confrontation, you would have swatted his hand away.  This was the first time you’d ever been approached by a fellow student and peer in what felt like forever, and your nerves were already being poked at.

“Yeah… Jughead Jones?” You watched as his ocean eyes crinkled when he grinned. He was quite gorgeous, but the way he spoke so carelessly and cockily… You surely questioned his intentions.

“Correct. Now, what’s a girl like you doing here on a Friday night?”

Yeah, this was either a joke to him, or a sick dare. You roll your eyes, closing your sketchbook, “I came here to grab some dinner, which you so rudely interrupted.” With a soft, amused sigh, Jug chuckles.

“I guess, if dinner means old french fries and a completely full milkshake with the whipped cream nearly melting off the sides. All of the food idle and untouched. Don’t deny that you were burying your nose in a book. Oh, and don’t think I didn’t see you staring at me as well.”

You cleared your throat, a rosy tinge burning the apples of your cheeks, “How could you tell? When your friends were here, you didn’t even look my way.” You were right, and as you tilted your head to see that Archie, Betty, and Veronica had left, he rolls his eyes, scoffing at you. Maybe they went to see the second half of the high school football game, maybe they all had to go home, these were the thoughts that plagued your mind instead of what was occurring in real time.

“Because I was staring at you too. You didn’t catch me when you were gazing into that book.”

Spoke a lot of words, I don’t know if I spoke the truth.

“Well I-”

Jug shushed you, leaving you utterly confused as to what could have been the catalyst to spark this interaction from him. “I heard you’re an artist.” His voice was dripping with mere antagonism, but from the other side of the booth, you shrugged it off and nodded, answering him with a quick, “I am.” Your words were small, almost nervous.

“Mind showing me what you’ve been working on?” The false curiosity seething from his pink lips formed a lump in the your throat. You then shook your head, your hand itching to reach for the book that sat in front of you. “If it has something to do with Jason Blossom, I’m not part of it.” You said shakily. Jughead didn’t take no for an answer, and his hand snatched the book away. He was too quick, and you ended up slapping the table with your hand in an attempt to rescue it from his grip.

Without opening the black book, he held it with a tight lipped grin and narrowed eyes. “Why can’t I see? Is the quiet girl scared or something?”

Got so much to lose,

An exasperated huff  came before a weak, “Maybe. Hand it over.” And that only fueled Jug’s curiosity to delve further, he wanted to push this girl, get her to talk. Lord only knows why he was causing you this anxiety, maybe it was a silly crush, an immature dare, or just him going out of his way to investigate you for a murder. It was beyond you, and your blood began to boil.

Got so much to prove,

And with that, he opened it up, “Fat chance,  Y/N.” His fingers turning the pages to the very first, and you winced, your cheeks no longer holding a rosy blush, but a red hue in embarrassment and sheer anger.You were the topic of conversation at the table with the core four. They always saw you sitting, staring, sketching. That’s all you ever did, so Jug took it upon himself to delve into the rumors that were whispered from one group to another. Harsh, sure. But it’s high school, behavior like this was expected and tolerated by anyone and everyone. His investigative spirit just added to the mess.

God, don’t let me lose my mind.

“Called it.” His eyes never left the pages. The book was dedicated to the groups at Riverdale High, Archie laughing with his friends, Betty and Veronica in their River Vixen uniforms, and Jughead with his crowned beanie. Admittedly, you had talent, a gift for capturing these moments, but his eyes soon widened when he noticed you incorporated yourself into the social scenes. Some small panels where you sat next to Jug on a bench, sketchbook in your lap, his laptop open on his. Some were of you in a pretty prom dress, in a River Vixen uniform, or just sitting with his group of friends.

“Classic stalker. Is this why nobody ever sees you looking up from these damn things?-” A sudden pang of guilt knocked him right in the stomach once he picked up his head to see your doe-eyes glazed over. His smile faded into a look of concern. Clearly he wasn’t thinking, and boy, did he regret it after witnessing the hurt look on your face.

“Please,” You motioned towards him with a shaky hand, asking for the book. Jughead didn’t have the guts to argue, so he handed it over to you, watching as you held it to your chest as if you were protecting a newborn. With a quick motion, you slung your backpack over your shoulder and kept your head down as you rushed out of the diner. This left Jughead with a sinking feeling in his stomach and the realization that he shouldn’t have sparked trouble with you.

And the whole weekend, he was riddled with the idea that he needed to talk to you again to mediate the tension and apologize. Even if you despised him, it was something that he had to do.

Just For Tonight

Title: Just For Tonight

Summary: Dean comforts the reader after a bad day. Sweetness ensues.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 714 (I tried to drabble but apparently I can’t lol)

Warnings: Not much really. Some language, the tiniest bit of angst. Fluffy fluff.

Author’s Note: This is for my amazing twin @ravengirl94 You’re 110% awesome and I love you <3

Originally posted by winsync

You huffed out a frustrated breath, hands furiously wiping away the tears as the TV played one of those stupid show advertisements you hated so much. But, at least, the dim light of the bedroom reminded you that the day was almost over and you couldn’t be more thankful because you were so done.

The sound of footsteps pierced through your thoughts, effectively catching your attention and before you knew it Dean was in your room, eyes scanning your desk in a way that reminded you that this man, no matter how soft and tender he was with his loved ones, was, in fact, extremely dangerous hunter.

“Hey, sweetheart, have you seen my- what is- Y/N, have you been crying?”

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Title: Simple Things (Pt1)
: T
Word Count:


Thanks to @its-love-u-asshole for reading this over!! and for sending me art and making me write this tbh. Inspired by the latest episode

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Her mind can’t stop replaying his words.

When we were voting for class rep, you had two votes, right? One of those votes was mine, because I thought you’d be good at it!

It’s such a simple thing. A small action which at this point, barely matters or holds much stock. And yet, over and over she hears his smooth tone, like a distant echo chiming in her ear. Every time, her heart beats a little faster, her breath catching in her throat.

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So Emotional (Sashea) - Samrull

AN: This is my first Drag Race fic in forever. Hello again! I just couldn’t keep my feelings in after the finale.

Thank you @artificialortega and @wednesdayangeline for providing moral support!

If you aren’t happy with the finale results, maybe you can find some peace in this little fic. I did. Let me know your thoughts!

Her name is Shea Couleé and she came to slay, but right now she is sitting on an upturned bucket, crying, wondering how the hell she ended up here.

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late night [jeremy h. x reader]

( aaa idk if you take requests but could you write a jeremy heere x reader where the readers having a rly hard time & she calls jeremy at like 2 am n he’s like “why are you up” but like. she just cries,,,, ahdjshkfs idk i hope this is okay!! )

channels thoughts from when i was studying for the SAT for this

warnings: uh… a lot of negative shit? like, it’s negative thoughts from reader and just really fucking sad

      High school was shit. The day started too early and a lot of the teachers didn’t care and the workload was always too much, even when the teachers claimed this was “the least they could do” and that everyone ought to be grateful for not getting hours upon hours of homework. But, like almost everyone else you knew, you nodded and smiled and spent hours upon hours doing work and, unfortunately, half-assing a few assignments just to get others done and praying that said assignments would at least get a passing grade - or if the workload was too much for one day, you’d make the sacrifices necessary and leave some of the work for lunch and other classes (which always risked a little trouble).

      Then there was everything else. The stress of trying to remember what did what and what that formula was for a test, only to know that it’d be gone within the next few weeks when something else was shoved down your throat for you to memorize - because, what was school other than memorizing facts rather than anything else

      And then there were finals.

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She's Like The Wind - Part Eight

Summary: You have been blind for over 10 years. During the apocalypse, you use your utmost strength in order to survive while also fending off your mixed feelings for the big bad leader of your community, the Sanctuary.

Pairings: Negan x Blind Reader

Warnings: language.

“We need to fucking talk, angel.”

You attempted to distract yourself from the current situation by continuing to palm the sunflower in your hand. Negan was still close enough to you that you could feel his breath on your skin. Your mind raced with a million different thoughts as you tried to calm yourself down. You briefly thought about just getting up and running away, but you knew that it would do you no good. He would just follow you.

As you tried to decipher what he needed to talk to you about, you could only come up with one thing. The thing that would most likely get you in deep trouble. You had heard his wives clucking to him like a group of hens as you stormed out of the ‘meeting’ the day before. You had assumed that they had told Negan about you slapping Frankie, as they told you that they would do so. This was the only explanation that you could come up with, and you began to brace yourself for the worst.

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Secrets [Part 2]

Pairing: Peter X Reader
Warnings: ANGST, Language

Part One Part Three Part Four


You got back that night. As ridiculous as it sounded, running across water was no big deal, and you didn’t get very tired. You were too fast for anyone to see, anyway.

Luckily you had made an excuse before you left. You told everyone that you went on a weekend trip to visit friends in your old hometown. Your parents trusted you and wouldn’t ask around to make sure you were actually there, so you were fine.

Peter was the only problem. He wasn’t a very good liar himself, but he could usually tell when you were telling a fib, even though you could lie pretty well to other people if you had to.

You pushed any thoughts of him away, because coincidentally he was on a trip too for his new Stark internship. Chuckling as you made your way up the fire escape to your room, wondering what Peter was doing while his new mentor had been fighting Captain America.

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miniminter one shot - i love you, but things are falling apart.

Simon joined me on the pavement. His long legs stretched out into the empty road. I focused on his shoes, knowing if I looked up at him I would break at the sight of his deep blue eyes lit only by the dim street lights above us. From the lack of movement felt beside me it was safe to assume he was doing the same.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see him playing with his fingers. This had been his method of avoidance since we were about six years old. Playing with his fingers had been such a common habit, something demonstrated when he was nervous or uncomfortable. Never had I anticipated a scenario in which the source of his discomfort was me.
Neither of us spoke, simply because we were both afraid to say it. Things just had not been working between us lately. I had known Simon for twenty years, and only three of them had been spent romantically. We started this relationship with so much hesitance. There had always been feelings there and I hoped there always would be, but we were both afraid of losing the friendship. Looking back, perhaps we were right to be. We had worked so damn well together. I really, genuinely thought maybe I would spend the rest of my life with Simon. But these days there is nothing but miscommunication and arguments. The relationship was becoming draining, tiring and self destructing. Our careers were both affected. That’s not what love is supposed to be like.

“(Y/N)..” Simon broke the silence but I cut him off.

“Please, Simon. Don’t say it. Please don’t say it.”

I felt him exhale next to me, his breath rattling as it escaped his lungs.

His voice was traced with sadness as he forced out his words.

“We need to talk about it eventually (Y/N).”

The lights in the house behind us were all lit. All six of the sidemen boys, the two Cals and some of the girlfriends were inside, watching from the living room window as heartbreak and not so happy endings unfolded in front of them. I pulled the sleeves of his jumper over my knuckles, focusing on the road in front of me.

“No Simon,” i mentally cursed as my voice cracked, alerting him of the weakness i held. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

He listened intently as I carried on, just the way he had done since I was a child.

“I don’t wanna talk about it, ever. I will sit here until the sun comes up every single morning for the rest of my life until I have to if it means keeping this silence. I’ll sit here until you give in, and you leave.”

I closed my eyes, biting back tears.

“Although it feels like you left a long time ago.”

“(Y/N) please don’t act like this isn’t just as hard for me as it is for you.” His voice broke, shattering my heart with it. “You know I have always loved you. And I’m always going to. I haven’t left and I don’t ever want to.”

His voice was quiet, and shaky and in this very moment he was so vulnerable. I considered asking to keep the friendship, just so I could keep him around. But I knew this was a bad idea. If this was gonna end, it had to end altogether.

As if reading half my mind Simon cleared his throat before asking,

“What if we remained friends?”

I shut him down.

“No Simon, we can’t be friends. It has to be over completely.”

“But why? It doesn’t have to end like this.”

“Simon it does! Why can’t you see? We can’t be friends! I need you out of my life altogether it’s the only way I will ever have a chance at moving on!”

I felt him pull his own hoodie strings tighter, a method of hiding his face from me. Not that I had found the confidence to look up at it yet.

“I don’t want you to move on.”

“I don’t want to move on either. But I have to. Because if you aren’t mine anymore..”

my voice broke completely, tears i’d been fighting to hold back falling from my eyes like waterfalls.

"If you’re not mine then that gives you the freedom to be anyone else’s. And I can’t handle that. So many girls want you, and one day, you’ll want one of them just as much. And they’ll be round here everyday, wearing these fucking sidemen hoodies and laughing with Jj and appearing on every card in cards against humanity, and she’ll be the Mrs. Minter that I was never good enough to be.”

I heard whispering from inside the house. Simon sniffled, wiping his eyes.

“(Y/N) you’re the only girl that I want to become Mrs Minter! No one will ever fit as well into this sidemen scene as you have. No one will ever fit as well into my fucking life as you have.”

He tugged at my hand, begging me to look up at him now. I fought the urge, not wanting him to see how broken I was, not that this was a first time thing for Simon to see.

"Please (Y/N) I’ll be whatever you want to be, friend, boyfriend, husband, I don’t fucking care! Just please don’t leave me..”

He grabbed my cheeks, forcing me to stare deep into his bloodshot, tearstained eyes. I saw pain, and heartache and desperation. I knew I had to make a decision.

I forced my eyes shut before standing up and walking towards the door of the sidemen house.


Tears rolled down my face faster and faster, my throat physically aching at the heartbreak and despair in Simon’s voice. I opened the front door, feeling so embarassed and weak as I walked into the sidemen lounge, knowing everyone had heard every thing.

In the corner sat Callum and Sarah, with Josh and Freya. Callum held a worried look on his face as I entered the room. Sarah and Freya both had wet eyes, clearly upset by the state I was in. Even Jide had pulled his beanie lower onto his head, using it to wipe a stray tear falling from his cornea. I just wanted to be out of here. I wanted to leave, as soon as possible.

“Can somebody please take me home?”

My voice came out no higher than a whisper, laced with raw emotion. Everybody’s faces looked pained. Callum Airey stood up, picking up his keys.

“Yeah, I haven’t drank tonight I’ll drive you.”

He walked over to me, placing a hand on the small of my lower back as we prepared to leave the room when all of a sudden Simon entered the room. Under the lighting I could see his face clearer. His eyes were a harsh red pigment, tears still rolling down his cheeks.

“(Y/N) WAIT!”

Callum stood hesitantly, watching me to await my call on whether I wanted to proceed with the car journey. More tears fell from my face as I looked at Simon. I had never loved anybody this much before. So much that it physically pained me.

“Please, (Y/N) just hear me out. I need to give you something.”

Everybody watched intently. The tension could be cut with a knife, silence filling the room. The only audible sound was that of Sarah sobbing slightly into Cal’s hoodie.

Simon took my left hand, sliding something onto my fourth finger. It was a ring.

"Look. It’s my Grandma’s. Her engagement ring. She gave this to me after my Grandpa died, and I promised her I would only ever give it to a girl I was so sure I would love for the rest of my life. I’ve been meaning to give this to you but I wanted to wait until we figured things out.”

Sarah’s sobs became louder, along with Freya’s and even Jide’s.

“(Y/N) if you leave tonight then you might aswell take the ring anyway because there is not another female on this earth that lives up to my Grandma’s wishes. And that is because there is not another female that I will love for my whole life. I will never love anybody as much as I love you and I’m sure of that because I loved you before I even knew what that word meant. There will never be a Mrs. Minter to be wearing sidemen hoodies or be laughing with JJ because those roles are reserved for you.”

He took my left hand in his, holding it out in front of him.

“If you don’t take the ring then I’d probably end up fucking giving it to Jide. So please, (Y/N). Let us figure this out. And please. Please will you marry me?”

More silence filled the room as every boy sat on the edge of his seat. Through tear stained eyes I admired the ring placed onto my finger. I remembered seeing it on Simon’s grandma’s finger when we were younger. It was silver, and thick around the band. It fit perfectly. Almost as if it was a sign.


I watched as he inhaled, his face white as chalk.

“Yes. Yes, I will marry you.”


My now fiancé lifted me into the air, swinging me round and round, leaving kisses on any part of skin he could access. Sighs of relief were soon replaced with cheers and screams around the room as everybody enveloped in a hug.

“THANK FUCK FOR THAT!” JJ exclaimed, sprinting over, pulling us both into his arms.

No longer occupied with stopping Sarah’s sobbing Callum spoke out

“OI did anyone see how much JJ was crying? I thought he was about to pull out his snapchat fucking hell!”

JJ raised his middle finger.

“Hey, I was just upset I’m no longer a candidate for this beautiful fucking diamond ring.” He held up my left hand. Harry laughed from across the room.

“JJ, aren’t you a bit too young for the ring ting?”
Inhumans Part Seven

Originally posted by squishy-unicorn-kookies

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine,

Genre: A/U, Angst, Violence, Fluff, Romance, more in the future.

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

Word Count: 4.9K

Summary: Inhumans are people born with powers, feared by most all over the world. Inhumans are often killed before the age of three or kept locked up and tested on. EXO is a rogue group of Inhumans who broke free and are now looking to free fellow Inhumans as well as get justice for their kind. However, with their powers come limitations. With these limitations, they sometimes need a helping hand.

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I-I Got Jealous, I guess (James Potter x Reader)

Another request, thanks so much!!❤️

“Wow, we actually did it!” (Y/N) shouted as she embraced her best mate James Potter after a triumphant win against Slytherin.

“I never doubted us for a second!” James cheered optimistically.

“C'mon Chaser, just this morning you were moping around saying we have no chance”

(Y/N) laughed as she broke the hug. James rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they started for the common room for the after party, causing a group of 4th year girls to turn to each other and giggle.

Seeing this James brought his arm back to his side and chuckled uncomfortably. “I’m looking forward to this party, a win against Slytherins sure to be a rager.” James said as they pushed through people, trying to get to the common room.

“Just be careful, I don’t want you vomiting all over me again.” (Y/N) remarked with a smile. “Hey! We agreed not to talk about that!” James said back with wide eyes, recalling the dreadful experience. The finally reached the fat lady. (Y/N) whispered the password and the portait swung open, revealing that James was right. It was a full on rager.

“After you” said James, gesturing for her to go in. (Y/N) took a deep breath and stepped into the madness.

“Ayeee, (Y/N)’s here!”

She heard him before she saw him. Sirius., already hammered. (Y/N) waved at him, a laugh on her lips, he had his arms around two Hufflepuff girls who were giggling and playing with his dark hair. “You look like you’re having fun” (Y/N) said with a smile. “Yeaaahhh, do you want a drink?” He slurred back eagerly. He didn’t even wait for her to respond before he unwrapped his arms from the girls and walked to the coffee table which was at the moment, a beer table.

(Y/N) chuckled and shook her head. As he came back, he handed her a bottle and then leaned in close to her, she could smell the alcohol on his breath. “You should go to Brent, he’s been wanting to have a talk with you.” (Y/N) raised one eyebrow, looking up at him “really, why?” she asked, genuinely confused. Sirius chucked and turned her in the direction of the Ravenclaw, Brent Avery.


(Y/N) didn’t know what to do. She always thought Brent was attractive but she’d never actually talked to him before. ‘Where did James go’ she thought, realizing he wasn’t next to her anymore. She scanned over the crowd of people and finally spotted James. He was doing a shot with… Lilly Evans.

Her heart dropped and for some reason this sight immediately compelled her to go over and talk to Brent. Spotting her coming his way Brent leaned closer to his mates and cocked his head quickly, telling them to leave. Getting the message they all cleared out.

Brent smiled as (Y/N) approached him. “Hello, beautiful” he said confidently as he winked. (Y/N) felt herself blush a bit “you’re talking to me right?” she said jokingly. “Of course, beautiful” he said again, his smile growing.

“Sirius said you wanted to talk with me”

(Y/N) took a sip of her drink. “That’s right, I was wondering if u would-” Brent cut off as his eyebrows knotted at something behind her.

She turned to look and realized she was nose to chest with a seething James. “(Y/N), can I talk to you?” he asked through gritted teeth.

She looked oddly up at him “I gue-” “Actually, I was just about to ask (Y/N) something” Brent cut in, walking forward, moving her out of the way so he could look threateningly at James nose to nose. “I don’t care, she’s going with me” James yelled, drawing the attention of the party which quickly faded. Brent forcefully shoved James back.

James, being a bit tipsy, felt himself become full of rage. He quickly brought his fist back and punched Brent square in the eye.

(Y/N)’s jaw dropped and quickly rushed to James, grabbing his bicep to pull him out of the way before Brent realized what happened.

James stumbled behind her as she ran to the boy’s dorm, swinging open the door and running up the stairs. She turned as he heard the thud of James tripping on the due to his inebriated state. He whined as she leaned down and pulled him up.

“I hit my chin, and it hurts” he looked at her with puppy dog eyes. Causing her to roll her own.

They walked into the marauders dorm. (Y/N) closed the door behind them.

“Well you would have gotten a lot worse if I hadn’t pulled you out of there”

James scoffed, falling on his bed “I could have taken him” (Y/N) laughed “I don’t doubt it but, why did you need to take him in the first place?” “Well he was asking you out” James responded defensively.

“And?… that’s reason to hit him” (Y/N) asked.

“I don’t- I don’t want him to ask you out” (Y/N) huffed and sat next to him on his bed

“And why’s that?”

James looked deep in her (y/c/e) eyes. He felt his cheeks warm and quickly brought his cold fingers up to cool them. “Um, because…because” his breathing was quickening, he felt like his heart would leap out of his chest.

(Y/N) was biting her lip then spoke up “James, I’m you’re best mate, you can tell me anything” 'Godric’ James thought to himself 'why does she have to look at me like that, why is this so hard?’ “James?” she said lightly, breaking him from his thoughts. “I-I got jealous, I guess” he said in such a whisper he though maybe she didn’t hear. But she did. She then felt her own face warm up and suddenly got very flustered


“Well, uh.. close your eyes” he said quickly. (Y/N) looked confused again


“Just close them” he said again. (Y/N) looked at him skeptically then closed her eyes. James took a deep shaky breath, feeling a lot more sober then he’d previously been. He reached his hand up and lightly touched her cheek, causing her to flinch a bit. Then he could wait longer, looking at her soft, rosy lips, he leaned in and lightly kissed her. (Y/N) tensed up suddenly, realizing that the pressure was James’s lips she wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. James let out a soft groan and brought his hands to her waist, pulling her flush to his chest. (Y/N) broke away but was still and inch from his face. She opened her eyes to see James looking lovingly at her. “Oh” she chuckled

“that’s why”

James let out a laugh and nuzzled his nose in her neck, sinking into the bed. They cuddled comfortably together, (Y/N) pulled the blankets over them. “I love you, (Y/N). Honestly, I always have. I just didn’t realize it until now, and that will forever be one of my biggest regrets” James murmured into her ear. “I love you, too” she whispered back, kissing his forehead as they drifted off to sleep.

Love You Goodbye


Here we are, back in the same fucking place we’ve been ending up, right in front of each other, yet farther away than ever. I can only see her, her trembling hands, her unapologetic eyes, her strength and her unwillingness to be here, but I can’t feel her the way I used to. I used to feel her warmth, her tranquility and unconditional love, even when her side of the bed was cold and untouched. I felt her when she loved me, when she gave me her all, when she was keeping me just as close as I was keeping her.

She stands tall, looking as beautiful as ever, one of my shirts hanging loosely off her shoulders. Damn, she looks just as beautiful as ever, with those beautiful eyes and those beautifully plump lips. Fuck, Why would she do this? Come back here like it wouldn’t effect me? Everything she did effected me, especially when she comes knocking on my door after weeks of our break up. We were doing so well before it happened, we were holding the whole world in our hands. We were it for each other, we had it all figured out, but I should have known something so good, something too good, had to have an ending. It wasn’t realistic for us to have something so good, it wasn’t possible.

Why did she have to end it?

“Why are you here?” I whisper. I can’t look her in the eye, because I’d lose the last bit of dignity I still have for myself. 

“I know you didn’t come to apologize,” I mumble, “so why are you here?”

She sighs, taking a step toward me. I still can’t feel her when she does so.

“I haven’t seen you in weeks,” she says, “I wanted to check up on you. Nobody’s gotten in touch with you.”

“What a pity.” I sarcastically snarl, rolling my eyes at her comment.

Of course I know nobody’s gotten in touch with me, I haven’t been myself since she left. I couldn’t keep in touch with my surroundings, I couldn’t even keep in touch with myself. Answering phone calls was the last thing I wanted to do, especially when my throat was raw from our screaming and my throat was burned from my constant drinking. I didn’t want anybody to see me, not when I was at my worst, not when I had no idea what was going on with me.

“God dammit, Harry! Why the fuck do you always do that? Stop giving me an attitude when I’m genuinely fucking concerned about you!”

Y/n slams her palm against the frame of my door, looking away from me as she does so. I can see her flutter her eyes shut, ever so slightly, as if delicately pushing her emotions away. Her breath is shaky, each sounding like a broken cry ready to rip out from her insides.

“I’m so concerned for you. And I know after 4 years of being together and having it all come to an end is so fucking hard, and I know after this we can’t be friends, but God dammit, I still care for you. When the boys called me because nobody knows how you’ve been or how you’ve been holding up, I got so scared.”

She looks up at me again, her glossy eyes wandering around me. I show no emotion, I have no emotion. No matter what she says, nothing will change. It’s impossible for us to go back the way we were before, especially when all we did was fight. Some days we said nothing at all. Those were the worst, when I  wanted so desperately to say something, but my throat closed in on itself, my tongue got stuck in the thickened air, and my teeth sunk into the flesh of spoken words.

“I didn’t want to hurt you, Harry.”

I see cobwebs between her teeth, flies flying out from her throat. She wanted to hurt me. We spent nights trying to get each other to crack, trying to win our battle. She meant to hurt me, if she didn’t, she’d show some mercy in me. She would have called me, texted me, come over and scream her shame on me. But I got nothing, nothing but a goodbye and endless nights alone.

But somewhere in her eyes, I see some sort of truth, hidden deep in her bright, glowing irises. I feel weak, beaten down, feel myself slipping back into her. I miss her, so much so that seeing her now, I want nothing but to feel her. Arms enclosed around me, nails sunken into my shoulders, lips mushed into mine. I want to feel her heart beat against my chest. I want to feel her love me like she used to.

“Why don’t you come in?” I mumble, stepping to the side to let her in.

She nods, stuffing her arms into her pockets before walking in. She looks around, inspecting the home she once shared with me. 

“Everything’s different.” She whispers, gliding her fingertips across the coffee table.

I nod. “I rearranged a lot once you left. It felt really weird to be in the same house you wouldn’t be apart of anymore, you know? That may sound so fucking stupid, but I just felt like everything needed to be different than how it was.”

She nods slightly, still looking down at her hand, “Yeah, no, I get it, yeah.”

I look at her, back in the same place we’ve been ending up, right in front of each other, yet farther away than ever. Why did this happen? Why did something so beautiful end up being so destructive?


“No, Harry,” she says, “I know what you’re going to say, but I can’t go back to that place again, Harry, back to where we were. I can’t..”

“I know,” I sigh, groaning when I try to think of what to say, “but fuck, Y/n, can we at least end this right? We ended so fucking horrible, and I can’t sleep knowing we ended on such horrible terms. After 4 years, after 4 fucking years, don’t you think we deserve more than that?”

“I don’t know where you’re getting at..”

“Of course you know where I’m getting at, Y/n, don’t pull that shit on me.” I whisper.

I take short strides to her, unwilling to stop until I can feel her again. She looks at me in the most beautiful way in the world, I almost cry when I see it. I reach my hands out to her, tenderly cradling her face in the palms of my hands.

“If you won’t be mine tomorrow, can you at least love me tonight, for one last time?”

Her breath hitches in the back of her throat, and I can feel her melt in my hands. She looks into my eyes, taking her hands to the back of my neck, running her fingers along my hair. Before I can do anything more, she pushes my neck so that our lips meet halfway. I missed the taste of her, the taste of her strawberry lips that always seemed to be mixed with a pinch of wine. The taste of her lips reminded me so much of what used to be. I picture her sitting on the fresh cut grass in our local park, her floral dress falling mid thigh, leaning back on her elbows to soak up every bit of the summer sun. That’s when she first kissed me, she made the move, which was new for me, but fuck, it was so empowering, ironically. 

I see her dancing in our kitchen, wine bottle in hand, just my flannel on, cooking pancakes on a Saturday morning. I see her sitting in the passenger seat, looking down at a map as she sang to Roman Holiday. I see her everywhere, I see every place we went, every memory we’ve had, and I can’t seem to pull away from it all.

“C’mon, Harry. C’mon.” She slurs against my lips.

I feel her taking my arms down, wrapping them around her waist. I immediately get the hint, lifting her up so that her legs wrap around my hips. I make my way up to my bedroom, which is completely effortless to me. I am so used to carrying her up these steps, it’s almost a habit of mine to do so. 

I place her down on my bed once I make it up. Her hair is sprawled out against my pillows, and I find the biggest urgency to fist it all in my hands. I wasn’t going to, but then I remembered if I don’t do it now, I’ll never be able to do it again, so I grab all her hair and fist it in my hands, pulling it so that her head is thrown back, giving me easy access for her neck.

“Fucking hell.” She groans.

I suck on her collar bones, my teeth grazing the surface of her skin until I hear her hissing. I would normally stop, but I take it upon myself to bite down on her already sore mark. She grips my hair in her hands, lifting her back off the bed while moaning out a slight “fuck”.

You’re mine” I growl, “and no matter what the hells happens to us, you’ll still be mine.”

She nods, pushing my hair back so that it doesn’t fall in front of my face. She said she does it because she likes to look at me when we make love. She said it made her feel special, the way I looked at her.

I slip my fingers underneath her, well, my shirt. It didn’t register just how fucking insulting it is for her to be wearing it at a time like this, when she stops by just to see if I’m alright before leaving me again. How degrading it is for her to stop by wearing something that’s mine when she doesn’t even want me anymore.  

“You’re seriously wearing this when you’re about to walk out on me?” I ask, a hint of annoyance finding its way into my words.

“My fuck, Harry” she groans, “why can’t you just let me do goodman anything anymore?”

“It’s insulting.”

“It’s a shirt.” She spits, “Get it off of me if you don’t fucking like it.”

I didn’t find time to argue with her anymore, because I can feel my patience wearing thin, and I can see hers is, too. So before I find my way into making this into something bigger, I slip it off of her. My lips find their way in between her breasts, kissing down until her bra hits against my lips. 


She obeys, arching her back so that I can unclip her bra. Her straps fall loosely against her shoulders, and I moan at the sight of her being nearly half naked in front of me. She never failed to intrigue me with her beauty, it was always so pure, and I always found something different within her to make her beauty even stronger than before.

I slide her bra off down her arms, leaving a trail of small goosebumps with each glide. Oh, how beautiful she looks like this, with her face full of impatience, her eyes glossy from the pleasure, her skin left in beautiful marks and trails of sensitive skin.

“Always will be the most beautiful girl I’ve seen.”

She smiles, humming softly at my words. Her fingertips run up my sides until my shirt is over my head, my chest now exposed to her, where she places her hand onto me, scraping her nails against me.

“Can you please make love to me already?”

The way she says those words unhinges something in me, a flick of fire igniting inside my chest. I can barely recognize myself when I push down her jeans and rip her thong off of her. I think the way she said it just made it more real, that this will be the last time I hear her speak those words, that I have no choice but to do as she says.

She sheds off my clothes as well, until we’re both naked, right against each other, where my hips are snapping against hers, where my tongue is her tongue, where my hands are her hands, where my love is her love. We become one, for what seems like the first time in decades. This is when I’m me, when she’s with me, both killing me but making me feel alive all at once.

Her moans are a symphony, a song of love and undoubtable pleasure. My name is the chorus, repeated with a couple of curses, which sounds nothing but beautiful to me. 

“Oh fuck Harry, please, you need to go a little faster here.”

I snap my hips harder, faster, my fingernails stabbing into her sides, I nearly see blood being drawn. Her lips are on my neck, on my jaw, on my lips, everywhere her lips can reach and I can’t seem to let go of the back of her head to keep her there.

“FUCK!” We let out at the same time, our highs mixing together like we have, everything mixing to one.

The feeling makes me collapse, roll out and next to her, where her sweat rolls down her neck, falling to my fingertips. Our breaths swallow the room, there is nothing else that can be heard. It’s peaceful to me, it keeps me calm, it reminds me that she’s still here.

I can feel her this way.

She rolls onto her side, her cheek resting upon my chest, her hand intertwining with mine. I suddenly feel numb again, I somehow lost myself again. I feel her, I do, but I feel her leaving now, slipping sway from me like she had before, I’m not too sure if she’s still here or not.

Why does it have to be this way?

“This is it, huh?” I ask, starring off into my world of nothingness.

I feel her take in a sharp breath, her cheek running against my chest.

I already know her answer.

“Yeah, this is it.“

It’s not a coincidence that people are bringing up Hillary Clinton and her emails right now (the emails that supposedly show “reprehensible” things, though no examples, evidence, or sources are necessary cause we all know it amirite?) It’s also not a coincidence that Fox, Breitbart, and the brocialist left are the ones doing it. All of them have a vested interest in reminding people that whatever Trump does, however close he brings us to nuclear war, no matter who dies as a result of his ineptitude, Clinton would have been worse.

It’s easy to understand why Fox and Breitbart are doing this, because they want him to stay in office long enough to deliver what they want. But the reasons the left is joining this chorus are even more ridiculous, because fundamentally it’s more about ego than ideology. There’s no need to bring Russian interference into the equation; leftists and Berniebros spent the election trying to convince people that Clinton was corrupt and unfit for office based on shaky or false evidence, and this, along with active voter suppression (which most of the left completely ignored), helped tip the balance to Trump in a few key states. But leftists really did assume she’d win anyway and they’d spend the next few years sniping at her. They didn’t expect to ever have to rationalize why they bought into and helped spread a false equivalency narrative, or to be blamed when Trump won. So every time he does something outrageous, they line up with the alt-right in condemning the hypothetical Clinton presidency that exists in their imaginations as a deflection.

What’s really interesting is that leftist dudebros (and the people who agree with them) still seem to think they’re on the right side of history.   

Surprising bliss.

In honor of the froggy’s 21th birthday, here’s a new one shot! ;)

Warning: Contains extreme mature content. If you’re under 16/17, what you doing here? keep scrolling and get out from the smutty tag! Just kidding…enjoy, ya naughty creatures. xx

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Supernatural Hiatus Writing Challenge, Week 2!

PROMPT: “I know! Isn’t it great?”
CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, Female Reader, Cassie Robinson, Jo Harvelle, Sam Winchester, Jess Moore
WARNINGS: Angst. (Y’all. There is so much angst.) AU, unrequited love, language, emotional crap, this is just painful and I’m sorry.

TAGS: @one-shots-supernatural, @mrs-squirrel-chester, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog, @deandoesthingstome, @kittenofdoomage, @oriona75, @aprofoundbondwithdean, @deanwinchester-af, @fandommaniacx, @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid, @leviathanslovedick

Originally posted by justkeepchill


The smile spread across your face before you even realized it. You turned around and saw the green eyes with crinkles beside them, the plump lips open in a cheeky grin, and you let out a laugh. 

"Hey, you!" 

You reached under the bar and grabbed his favorite beer without him asking. You popped the top on it and set it on a napkin in front of him, and he shook his head. 

"You’re too good to me, pretty girl." 

You shrugged your shoulders and Dean took a long drink from the bottle. He motioned with his head and you leaned a little closer. He winked at you. 

"How’s the crowd tonight?" 

You rolled your eyes, dutifully ignoring the twinge in your chest. 

"Slim picking, not to mention the fact that Cassie would literally kick your ass into next week." 

Dean threw his head back with a laugh, and you swallowed, turning back to straightening the bottles on the shelf behind the bar again. You glanced in the mirror behind the bottles and saw Dean turn around, leaning his back against the bar as he surveyed the crowd. 

Your heart gave a thump in your chest as you stared at him, and you let out a quiet sigh. 

"Something on your mind, pretty girl?”

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“Oh, you’ll get attention now. Lay across my thighs angel.” I state and Y/N eyes immediately shining with worry and disbelief. “No, daddy I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do it. Daddy please don’t.”

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Words: 4000+

Request: No

Rating: R

[ I don’t know why but I was inspired by this post ]

Luke’s POV

The sun peaked through my black-out blinds in my room, as the dirt particles twinkled in the sun light like little fairies dancing. I rise my hands up to my face and rub my face in my hands, trying to wake myself up, but obviously rubbing my face in my hands doesn’t work because I hear a sound that nearly makes my ears bleed from next door.

I rise up and grab the string that pulls up my blinds, and look and seeing a moving truck settling down the ramp and workers unloading the heavy boxes and some carrying Tim Hortons in their hands.

“Mom!” I shout and jump up and out of my bed, quickly making my way out of my bedroom and downstairs into the kitchen where I smell bacon and eggs. “Yes Luke.”

“When did we get new neighbors?” I ask while leaning against the island counter in the middle of our kitchen.

“When are you gonna put a shirt on?” My mom says, completely avoiding the question that I’ve asked.

“I’ll put a shirt on when you answer my question.” I state while walking over to my mom and reaching over and grabbing a piece of bacon beside my mom. “They bought that house like a month ago Luke, and they’re moving in today. I don’t know what else to tell you about them? I don’t know anything other then that.”

“Thanks,” I say and kiss my mom on my cheek before grabbing a plate from the cracker coloured cabinet.

“No problem-Oh! I almost forgot, I’m gonna invite them over for dinner, you know, lets be nice and welcome them kindly to the neighborhood. So please, clean your room just in case their daughter goes upstairs with you, since you love to stay in that room of yours.”

“They have a daughter?” I ask and quickly make my way over to the small window that we have in the kitchen that my mom always leaves open when she cooks. “Mhm, now go clean your room please.” 

I only nod my hand in response while looking out the window, trying to find the new neighbors daughter, which only gets me a slap in the back of the head and a shout to hurry up and eat my breakfast and clean my room.

“Luke, please go get the door.” My mom says while rushing around and grapping forks and knives from the drawer and hurrying to place them in the dining room.

I let my feet carry me to the door and gently place my hand on the doorknob and twist it while pulling the door open, revealing two people.

I always thought that I would have to be remarkably handsome or even move to a different country to even see a supermodel in front of my eyes, but yet here I am, and I am standing in front of this beautiful girl with the most perfect eyes and cutest nose, and her lips are so pink that I think they’re pinker then cotton candy and strawberry milk combined. And her body, literally sculptured by God and all the arc angels. And her hair, it reaches to her hips. I am just completely memorized by this beautiful girl in front of me.

“Hello! Hello! Hello!” I hear my mother say from behind me, making me snap out of my daze. I gently shake my head and smile up at the man in his mid-30’s and his daughter that is right next to him. “Come on in! I bet it’s cold outside.”

“Uh-yeah-sorry, come in,” I say and peel the door open wider and letting the beautiful girl walk past me with her father right next to her.

“You guys came right on time, I just finished making dinner.” My mom says while leading the way into the dining room, where food is set out, waiting for us to dig in and fill our stomachs.

Once everyone is done sharing out their food, I see my mother and the man that came to the door with his remarkably beautiful daughter, making their way into the living room to watch whatever show that will catch their attention.

“Hey, do you want to eat upstairs in my room. I mean, I don’t want to sit down and eat food while listening to some home renovation guy talk about dry wall for a good five minutes, but if you want to go ahead,” I laugh and she does the same and I feel my heart pound against my chest and butterflies swimming in my stomach.

“Yeah, sure.” She says and then we grab our plates and begin to make our way up into my bedroom. “My name is Luke, by the way.”

“Y/N,” She says and her voice is so soft and gentle, and if her voice were to ever become an object, I think a cloud would perfectly represent it.

“So what is your favourite subject in school?”

“How do you even understand this stuff?” I ask while rubbing the back of my head. And Y/N laughs and I smile and it’s been like this forever, Y/N coming over and trying to make me understand what I’m doing in all my subjects because I don’t understand half of this stuff that my teachers teach me and surprisingly I am passing.

“I don’t know. I just do.” Y/N smiles before bending over and looking at the Math question and explaining it to me, which only makes me let out a sigh and thanking Y/N for moving right next to me, which only makes her let out a laugh, making my heart pound against my chest.

“Please teach me your ways,” I sigh while writing down my last question and trying to figure out the answer before resorting to the back of the book. “I was just born with it.”

“Mm, maybe it’s the continuous episodes of Sailor Moon that you watch. Oh! Maybe because you drink strawberry milk. You put steroids in your strawberry milk, that’s it!” I nearly shout and Y/N lets out a hearty laugh before slapping me in my chest gently.

“I don’t put steroids in my strawberry milk, Luke. That doesn’t even make any sense. And I’m pretty sure Sailor Moon didn’t make me smart.” Y/N says and I shake my head.

“You’re telling me that Sailor Mercury didn’t teach you anything?” I ask and Y/N rises her left eyebrow while crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"I thought you didn’t pay attention when we watch Sailor Moon?” Y/N ask and I feel my cheeks begin to heat up and I let out a low grunt before peeling my eyes away from Y/N’s and looking everywhere but at her.

“I don’t. I just remember some characters, you know.” I state and Y/N nods her head.

“Yeah. I know.”

"Luke! Luke!” I hear someone shout from behind me, I quickly turn around and I am met with Y/N’s face completely red face from running to catch up with me. “Yes.”

“Come over tonight?” Y/N ask and I begin to shake my head while continuing to walk, Y/N following behind me.

“Why not? We can watch Sailor Moon and drink strawberry milk together! How about I dress you up again! It’ll be fun!” Y/N exclaims with a happy tone and if Y/N was in an anime I could only imagine this scene to look like a happy and preppy girl bothering the boy that doesn’t want to do anything with her.

“Unlike you Y/N, I actually have to study for my test,” I laugh and Y/N pouts.

“I study for my test.” Y/N says with a sad tone and I let out a laugh before swinging my arm around Y/N’s naked shoulder and smile down at her when I see a blush begin to heat up her cheeks. “I’m sure you do.”

“Okay, maybe I don’t, but at least come over for strawberry milk and one episode of Sailor Moon?” Y/N pleads and her bottom lip juts out, and her eyes begin to shine with water. I let out a sigh before smiling down at Y/N.

“It wouldn’t hurt to watch one? Now would it.”

And I was totally wrong, because after watching one episode of Sailor Moon only lead Y/N to put in another one, and another one. I finally look up at the clock on Y/N’s desk and see that’s 12:53. I let out a yawn before rising up and off the bed.

"Y/N I should be heading home now.” I state and I feel Y/N grasp my wrist in her hand and gently tug me back onto the bed. “No, sleepover. Please.”

I let out a little sigh and Y/N lets out a smile before tugging me onto the bed and excusing herself to go get ready for bed and grabbing me a toothbrush.

“Here.” Y/N says once she is back and wow. She looks so beautiful and she is in a big white shirt and she looks so beautiful with clothes that don’t fit tightly against her body because, right now she just looks like an actual angel.

“Here’s your toothbrush,” Y/N says once again, knocking me out of my state and I grab the toothbrush out of her hand before thanking her and making my way into Y/N’s conjoined bathroom.

I let out a sigh once I walk into the bathroom, it would actually be a miracle if I don’t get a hard while I sleep over with Y/N. See there has been many incidents where I have gotten hard while just being with Y/N, many times was from just the way she talks, sometimes even her laughter gets me so hard. I don’t know why, but it just does.

Once I’m finish brushing my teeth I make my way back into the bedroom and see Y/N laying on the bed with her phone in her face. I let out a shaky breath before walking over to the bed and laying down right next to Y/N and see what she is looking at, which ends up being a picture of a cute white cat.

“Luke?” Y/N ask me once she is finish done liking a post on Instagram and setting her phone down beside her bed and looking at me with curious eyes. I hum in acknowledgment and Y/N turns around, laying on her side and staring me up and down while biting on her bottom lip, and I’m pretty sure I’m hard and maybe sleeping over Y/N’s house is a bad idea.

“What are your kinks?” Y/N ask and I feel my eyebrows nearly leave my head and my eyes nearly pop out of its sockets. “I-Um-I”

“I mean you don’t have to tell me if you’re uncomfortable with it,” Y/N says nonchalant, like what she just asked was normal. Like it is normal for someone to ask about your sexual desires.

“I just-I um-What’s yours?” I ask, trying to get the attention off of me and I see Y/N’s eyes twinkle bright with excitement before sitting up on the bed while staring down at me.

“I have a daddy kink.”

 And just with those words my life spun out of control. Every time she touched me or even spoke to me I would just think of her doing something remarkably attractive that I would immediately get hard about. And it got worse, and when I mean worse, I meant it got to the point were whenever I would look down at Y/N I would just imagine her down on her knees and taking me into her mouth and her pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock just doing the most delicious swirls with her tongue that she does around her strawberry coloured lollipops that she has in her room.

"Luke!” I hear Y/N shout from beside me and I quickly move my gaze away from the blank white wall that I am looking at in Y/N’s room and to Y/N bright Y/C/E eyes. “Yes.”

“Why are you always dozing off all of a sudden. I mean, ever since I told you about my kink you’ve gotten quieter and you always doze off now? Are you okay?” Y/N ask and I look at Y/N and then I look at the TV that is playing a Sailor Moon episode.

“I want to be your daddy.” I say and I didn’t mean for it to come out like that- I’m totally lying, I really did mean for it to come out like that and I can’t imagine Y/N having someone pour her strawberry milk or watch Sailor Moon with her, I can only see myself doing it and I don’t even know what I’m getting myself into but I think it’s gonna be okay if I have Y/N by my side.

“Really? I didn’t think of you having a daddy kink,” Y/N says and I shrug my shoulders. “I mean every since I you told me about your kink I-I-I just started dozing off and day dreaming about like-you know,”

"No Luke, I don’t know. Do tell,” Y/N says with a slight smirk on her lips and I watch as Y/N begins to climb up my body and I feel my face begin to turn red and my cock begin to get hard.

“Like-I-I-I would imagine your lips wrapped around my cock,” I say and Y/N smirk widens before dragging her hand up my leg and then running it over my growing member.

“Mm, sounds great.” Y/N says while licking her bottom lip and applying pressure to my cock, making a moan slip past my lips.

“Can I suck your cock, daddy?” Y/N says in the most innocent voice and I let out a moan before grabbing Y/N’s face and crashing my lips against hers, and God does it feel so good. So fucking good. And she tastes like strawberry milk and cotton candy, so sweet and addicting that I don’t even want to pull away from Y/N’s lips, I just want to swirl my tongue against Y/N’s for the rest of my life if I could, but suddenly Y/N peels away from the kiss and begins pressing kisses down my neck and rubbing her palm against my member.

“Mm, lift your shirt up,” Y/N says and I do what she says, lifting my shirt up and over my head and tossing it across the room. Just as Y/N continues to press kisses down my body. I let a moan slip past my lips as I feel Y/N press small pecks against my hip bones before undoing my belt and gently tugging my pants off.

“Daddy, you’re so hard,” Y/N breathes against my member while licking me over my black boxers, making my hips buck up and letting a moan slip past my lips.

"Stop playing around angel,” I say and I see Y/N’s eyes twinkle with excitement before pressing one last kiss on my boxer covered cock and then peeling my boxers off, making my cock slap up and against my stomach.

“Daddy you’re so big.” Y/N states while licking her lips and then looking up at me as she presses small pecks along my cock before sucking my head into her mouth, making my head fall back while Y/N runs her tongue along my slit gently before running her tongue up and down my cock.

“God,” I moan once Y/N takes me in her mouth. Her tongue swirling around the tip of my cock while her mouth continues to suck me into her mouth. I let my hands gently wrap my hands around hair, making a makeshift ponytail as she begins to bob her head around my cock.

“You look so pretty, baby. My little angel,” I moan as Y/N eyes look up at me before taking me all the way into her mouth, her nose pressing against my pelvic bone as she swallows around me and swear words are slipping out of my mouth from left to right because, fuck does this feel amazing.

“Ahh fuck baby, I’m gonna come,” I moan as Y/N keeps on deep throating me. I tightly grip Y/N’s hair in my hand and begin to make Y/N bob her head more frequently then before but at slower paste making me nearly come when I feel Y/N’s tongue running up and down my slit once again.

“Y/N- Holy shit- Fuck,” I moan when I see Y/N stare up at me, her eyes twinkling as I feel my self spilling into her mouth. “Mm, you taste so good daddy.”

“God, you’re gonna be the death of me, come here angel,” I say breathless and Y/N does just that, moving her body up from between my legs to rest in my lap, her thighs pressing against my hips while her lips meet mine.

“God you’re so wet, I can feel you dripping through your panties angel.” I state, making Y/N moan when she feels my finger run against her clothed slit. “Daddy.”

“Mm, don’t worry, daddy is gonna make you feel good angel, don’t worry.” I state while pushing Y/N’s panties aside and running my fingers along Y/N’s slit, making Y/N suck in a breath while dropping her head onto my shoulders.

“Fuck baby, I didn’t even touch you and you’re fucking soaking,” I say while slipping a finger into Y/N’s warm tight heat, making Y/N grip my shoulders tightly in her hands. “Fuck daddy.”

I continue to thrust my index finger into Y/N’s soaking core while making my thumb run fast figure eights on her clit. Once I feel Y/N begin to clench around my finger I decide to add a second one, making Y/N nearly scream, and I gently grip Y/N’s hip in my hand, making her ride my fingers while her white tennis skirt bounces with her hips.

“Fuck, daddy, I’m gonna come,” Y/N moans while picking up her paste, I let a moan slip past my lips as I let go of Y/N’s hip, I grab Y/N’s pink tank top in my hand pulling it down, making her perking nipples spill out of her tank, and I quickly use my other hand and grasp a nipple in my finger and gently pinch and tug on it while my mouth pays attention to the other one.

“Ahh, fuck!” Y/N shouts, her legs shaking against my hips and her hips stuttering against mine while Y/N continues to let moans slip past her lips.

“God that was amazing. I’m glad you’re my daddy.”

“No, no, everything is good down here, don’t worry mom, just enjoy yourself.” I say into the phone while I feel Y/N tugging on the sleeve of my black and red flannel. “Y/N stop, I’m talking to my mom right now.”

“No it’s nobody mom, continue.” I say into the phone while I see Y/N whine and pout her bottom lip. I let a sigh slip through my lips before I slump into the couch more with my eyes shut and continue to listen to what my mom is saying about heating the casserole in the fridge properly.

“No I’m not hungry right now. Listen mom-Shit,” I moan out when I feel Y/N rub her hand over my cock. I let my eyes pop open and I stare at Y/N with a dangerous glare. “No, I dropped something by accident, continue.”

“Daddy I want your cock,” Y/N whispers in my ear before shoving her hands down my jogging pants and into my boxers. I let a moan slip past my lips when I feel Y/N’s cold palm against my now growing cock.

“Y/N you better stop or you’ll get punished.” I state, moving my phone away from my ear as I watch Y/N just shrug her shoulders before peeling my jogging pants and boxers down to my ankles and running her tongue alongside my cock.

“Uh yeah, yeah, I’m listening. You said to not put it in the microwave,” I breathe out with a shaky breath.

“Mm, I love how hard you get daddy.” Y/N states before taking me all the way into her mouth, her nose brushing against my pelvic bone as she deep throats me. My mouth letting a moan slip past my lips.

“I-I just stubbed my toe mom. Listen I need to go now. Yeah I’m getting pretty tired, okay, love you too, bye.” I say with a shaky breath before hanging up the phone and gripping Y/N from her hair and pulling her off of my cock.

“Do you think that was a good idea angel?” I ask Y/N and she lets out shrug before starring at me with her doe eyes.

“I’m horny daddy. I wanted your cock and you weren’t paying me any attention,” Y/N says with an innocent tone while playing with the ends of her white tennis skirt.

“Oh, you’ll get attention now. Lay across my thighs angel.” I state and Y/N eyes immediately shining with worry and disbelief. “No, daddy I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do it. Daddy please don’t.”

“Oh no angel, do you think you can back out now?”


“So lay across my thighs.” I state and Y/N lets out a whimper before bending over and laying across my thighs. I peel Y/N’s skirt up to see her not wearing any panties, her naked backside in my face.

“You’re so wet and I didn’t even do anything to you.” I state while running my finger along Y/N’s wet soaking slit. I hear Y/N suck in a breath before grasping onto my calf tightly.

“I want you to count for me, okay?” I ask and all I see Y/N do is bob her head.

"I’m sorry I didn’t hear you, what was that?”

“Yes, daddy.” Y/N says and from there I begin to lay my hands upon her perky backside, her ass cheeks jiggling around as I continuously lay my hands upon her now crimson ass cheeks. After every smack on Y/N’s cheeks, I feel her grip tighten around my calf.

“Twenty.” Y/N whimpers out before she gently turns around in my lap and rises up and presses a kiss on my lips.

“You still want daddy’s cock?” I mumble against Y/N’s lips while she continues to place light and gentle pecks against my lips. “Mhm, please.”

“So ride me angel,” I say while watching Y/N tug her white halter top over her head and pulling her skirt off also. After she peels her skirt down her legs, she sets her self on my hips once again, and I see a smirk written on her strawberry coloured lips before she reaches behind herself and grips my aching cock in her soft tiny hands and slips my cock in her tight wet heat.

“Fuck,” Y/N and I moan in unison as soon as she begins to move her hips against mine, her hips moving in a delicious way that it makes my eyes roll to the back of my head and my mouth fall open, leaving me speechless. 

“Fuck, daddy, your cock is so huge,” Y/N moans as she increases her pace, making my eyes roll to the back of my head as I feel Y/N’s tight walls wrap around my cock in the most sinful way.

“Fuck Luke,” Y/N moans as I begin to thrust up into Y/N her hips continuing to move sinfully against mine. I let my eyes fall on Y/N’s face as she continues to ride me.

“Spank me Luke, please,” Y/N whimpers while placing her hands against my chest as she begins to ride me.

“I thought you didn’t like to get spanked?” I ask in a questioning tone while smacking my hand against her ass, Y/N’s body jolting up and a moan slipping past her lips as her eyes fly open.

“God I love getting spanked, spank me more, please!” Y/N moans and I let a chuckle slip past my lips before placing five more slaps against Y/N’s ass and thrusting my hips up into hers. “Fuck I’m gonna come.”

“Me too,” I moan as I feel Y/N’s walls begin to clench and unclench against my cock. I release my hand from Y/N’s ass and place my thumb on her clit as I begin to rub slobby figure eights on her clit, and after that Y/N and I are totally gone. Her body withering against mine as I feel her come, and I let my arms wrap around Y/N’s waist as I come with her.

“God that was amazing,” Y/N sighs while running her hands down my arms and pressing a kiss against my forehead.

“It’s always amazing with you, angel.”

[ I’m sorry for any spelling mistakes!!! ]

Shutter Speed Ch. 10

This is not edited, it is very short and anti-climactic, and I actually hate it, but it’s out. I’m so sorry it took two weeks, I am the worst, but bear with me.

As always, let me know what you think. My inbox and messages are always open for business. 

xx Dana

Ch 9 | AO3

Betty didn’t get any sleep after Jughead disappeared. She tried, but she couldn’t get her brain to stop thinking about everything. She couldn’t stop thinking about what Jughead said about Dylan and how she lied about who she was going with on this trip with. It’s not like she’s doing anything wrong, and she doesn’t know why she did it, but she did.

That is why, ten minutes after Jughead leaves, Betty finds herself picking up her phone and calling Dylan. If she’s gonna do this, it has to happen as soon as possible.

He answers after a few rings, and Betty’s heart breaks when she hears how happy he sounds. He asks her how the drive was, and how the hotel is, and she answers with short responses, not giving her much detail. He’s asking her more and more questions, but Betty finally gets tired of it and cuts him off.

“Dylan, I don’t think this is working out,” she blurts out. Dylan immediately quiets on the other end, as she expected. Neither of them say anything for a few moments, Betty holding her breath. Finally, after what seems like forever, Dylan finally says something.

“I kind of figured,” he says, and Betty did not expect that. “It’s that guy, isn’t it? The one you were with when I met you?”

“No! No, he’s- we’re friends. He’s just a good friend, that’s all,” Betty tries to explain. She hears him sigh deeply, and she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. He doesn’t say anything, so she decides to give him a better explanation. “It’s just not good timing for me. I can’t give you what you want. And I’m really sorry, you’re a really good guy, but you deserve better.”

“I understand, Betty. I appreciate that you told me. I could kind of sense it, and didn’t get my hopes up for anything. Maybe we can stay friends?” he offers and, wow, why does he have to be so nice? Betty feels the tears sting her eyes, guilt washing over her.

“Thank you for taking this so well. I didn’t expect this, I’m so sorry,” she whispers, wiping at her eyes. Dylan laughs lowly on the other end, and he is taking this far too lightly.

“It’s okay. I promise you didn’t hurt my feelings too bad,” he says, and the smile is evident in his voice. Betty lets out a shaky breath, and it’s easy from that point on. They chat about her plans for the trip and his plans for the rest of the summer. It’s nice, as if she didn’t just break up with him. Betty thinks that maybe this friend thing could actually work.

She ends the call after ten more minutes of chatting. She somehow feels lighter when it’s over, and she doesn’t cry like she thought she would. Instead, she sits there in the middle of the bed until Jughead returns, looking at her questioningly.

“Betts?” he asks, putting his camera down on the nightstand. She looks up at him, wiping at her tear-stained cheeks again. Jughead’s eyes widen at the movement, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to her. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

“I broke off things with Dylan,” she says, voice quiet. Jughead places his hand between her shoulder blades, letting her lean against him.

“I’m sorry. How did it go?” he asks, rubbing her back gently. Betty lays her head on his shoulder, exhaling deeply.

“It was fine. More than fine, actually, and I just feel really weird about it,” she explains. Glancing up at him, she sees him looking confused. Sighing, she pulls at a thread on the comforter as she continues. “He almost felt it coming, and said he didn’t expect anything from me. He was so nice and understanding about it, but I still feel guilty.”

“If he’s okay, you shouldn’t feel bad. Don’t blame yourself because you didn’t have feelings for him,” he says, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Betty bites her lip and debates telling him what Dylan said about Jughead and her being together. Deciding it would be an awkward thing to bring up, she sits up and smiles softly at him.

“Thanks, Jughead. You’re a good friend,” she says, and misses the way he drops his gaze, his posture stiffening slightly. Betty sits back up, Jughead dropping his arm from around her and standing up from the bed.

“Um, I think dinner should be served by now. So, if you wanna go eat,” Jughead says, clearing his throat. Betty nods and stands up, Jughead awkwardly moving towards the door. Betty smooths out the wrinkles on her clothes and wipes at her face, trying to look presentable. Jughead opens the door for her to walk out, and together they walk down to the dining room.

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