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anonymous asked:

i know the 'beetle incident' was a while ago, but i've just been wondering the whole time what it meant by dan putting a towel down for phil? did he wrap him up or just put a towel on the floor for him or something else? sorry, i'm dumb and should probably know this :/

i feel like a phake for never watching that liveshow but by the sounds of it dan just placed a towel near phil so he could become more modest. although that sounds like a lie because as if dan would find phil’s almost nakedness a bad thing

what i should do right now: study for a few tests, write a couple of assignments, make a hundred presentations, practice public speaking, exercise, get a good night’s sleep, make art, write for fun

what i’m doing: everything else except the things i should do

Fic idea where a lonely person sells their soul to Satan to be their friend. And Satan just rolls with it until he realizes at the time of their death he genuinely likes them.

Since he can’t renege on the contract he takes them to Hell and puts them in a high position of power. Demons hardened by millenia of torture now have to answer to a shy, self-conscious, quiet, depressed, lonely person who has unintentionally become Satan’s #1

anonymous asked:

hi i love your writing so much and was wondering if you had any fic recs to hold me over until your next update 😭

THERES WAY TOO MANY GIRL WAYYYYY TOO MANY??? IDK HOW TO EVEN ANSWER THIS WHAT ARE YOU EVEN ASKING FOR

I’m just gonna throw out whatever comes to mind ok and its probably mostly all smut cuz I’m a perv sorry (wow this ended up being way longer than i intended IM SORRY)


@jiminniemouse is the queen of threesomes so take a look into her profile but some of my favorites is:

Crave (Yoongi smut), Taste (Hobi smut), Making Him Jealous (ima call it a jikook threesome let me live), and her ongoing series Purple Jewels!

Masterlist

@jungblue ok anything from this girl is gold G O L D i love all of her fics but if I have to choose then

Future Hearts (Jimin/Jungkook love triangle), I Hate You I Love You (Jungkook smut/angst), and Control (Jimin smut omg i am still having chest pains thinking about this one)

Masterlist

@seokvie This girl has got a whole fucking load of fics it’s like finding a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow smutland wonderland your vag will cry in joy and pain

Costume (Hobi smut MY ALL TIME FAVORITE FIC I L O V E IT), View From 4-B (Hobi smut), basically all her Hobi smuts, Show Off (Wonho smut), Paradise (JB smut), JUST BINGE READ ALL OF THEM (i am also excited to read her new fic with jimin and assplay and lets just say my ass is ready but I DONT HAVE A KINK FOR ASSPLAY OK LET ME LIVE)

Masterlist

@jungkxook yes yes yes everything all of it just do it

Pour Up (taekook threesome), Hiraeth (zombie apocolypse au)

Masterlist

@war-of-hormoan‘s For You (Tae angst) killed me about 40 times

Masterlist

@kimvtae‘s Fall For You (Jungkook smut) series and Couples Costumes (Hobi smut)

Masterlist

@minsvga‘s Philophobia (Jungkook/Jimin smut/angst) series, Taking Risks 101  (Jimin smut), Children of the Night (Jungkook/Tae smut) series

Masterlist

@yoonminnings‘s Lace Casualties (Jimin sugar daddy)

Masterlist

@trapmonster‘s He Didn’t (Yoongi smut/angst), Bite me (Jungkook smut), Silent Treatment (Jungkook), Nerd (Tae), Toxic (maknae line)

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@btssmutgalore oh my god all of her fics ALL OF HER DAMN FICS LETS JUST SAY SHE SERIOUSLY OWES ME A NEW PELVIS OK FUCK but my favorites so far are

Nude (Tae), Lightweight (Jungkook), Business (A FUCKING TWO PART TAEKOOK THREESOME GOD), Lollipop (Jungkook), Forbidden (Hobi)

Masterlist

@ellieljade‘s Apologies (Tae smut/angst) is one of my favorites and honestly just read all of her masterlist as well i cry (out of everywhere)

Masterlist

@kookingtae‘s Experimental Error (Tae smut I fucking died), The Switch (OT7 Smut holy hell this was one of the first bts smuts ive read and wow now you see why I really love them), Falling Into You (Jungkook smut GOD I LOVED THIS SO HARD) + the rest of her masterlist

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@floralseokjin oh my goodness ok i cant believe i havent discovered you sooner I fucking love your writing pls

Buzz trilogy (Yoongi smut & O       M       G), Playing with Fire (Jungkook smut) i havent read anything else yet BUT I JS SAW SHE POSTED A NEW FIC YOU KNOW WHAT IM READIN TONIGHT

Masterlist

@onlylovekpop basically all her Wonho smuts and drabbles killed me k i l l e d me but my fav is Bad Behavior

Masterlist

Other people you should def look into is @kittae (cat fics yes) @seoulscapes (an amazing demon wonho au) @helloblamebts @seokline @kstopping @imaginethisbts @kainks @jeonins @baeseoul (p r o t e  g e)

Im so sorry I’m still sick and I’m getting tired and lazy so I just had to bunch up the rest HAHAHA but I hope this helps anon! And you will def not be disappointed in any of these ok they are amazing and beautiful and amazing and everytime I read their stories literally

Rejected Badge Ideas

By Draco Malfoy, 4th year

I LOVE POTTER Too revealing

FUTURE MR. HARRY POTTER I said too revealing. Pull yourself together, Malfoy. Anyway, Potter will be taking my name.

POTTER IS THE CHAMPION OF MY HEART Clever, but also disgusting

I SUPPORT POTTER Wow, this is boring as fuck

POTTER IS FUCKING HOT True, but I don’t want him to think I only want him for his looks, you know?

I WISH POTTER WOULD SUCK MY COCK WOAH! Too needy!

SUCK MY COCK POTTER Better, but a touch demanding.

FUCK ME POTTER Also should consider that I will not be the only one wearing these buttons

FUCK YOU POTTER Funny! But actually, let’s leave fucking out of it. Wouldn’t want to deprive the first years of supporting Potter via button due to inappropriate language. Hmm, what else do I like about him…?

POTTER SMELLS LIKE EVERYTHING GOOD A bit of an exaggeration. I don’t want to seem too smitten. 

POTTER SMELLS GOOD True, but does a bland statement like this really deserve to grace a badge?

POTTER SMELLS LIKE QUIDDITCH Okay, now it’s too specific

POTTER SMELLS LIKE SWEAT I might be the only one who likes this smell? Does this make me weird?

(Pansy is looking. GO AWAY, BITCH!)

POTTER STINKS LIKE SWEAT Haha, right, Pansy??? He’s so gross, I hate him. This isn’t very catchy though. What about…

POTTER STINKS Short and sweet (just like Potter!!) (NOT!! lol jk Pansy! Obviously that was a joke. Potter is not sweet). Anywaaaaaay, let’s just go with this, shall we?

(from the universe created in this post)

I wish I was an ostrich ✘ Sebastian Smythe Imagine (Smut) ✘

✘ A/N: I’M BACK! Finally post something again o/ 

I explained what happened in my last post, in case you missed it, a little summary: problem with the loader, school took my time, finally posting the old requests and starting to write the new ones, hopefully, wednesday (so, no promises to write and pos a new request before Wednesday). But you can still request!

Oh, and I’m kind in love with Savitar. (and nope, I don’t want Iris to die t.t).

I have to say, I wasn’t expecting this one to be that long!

Well. MY FIRST SMUT, YAY! Hope you like it c:

Thanks @lyss-91 for beta!

✘ Request: Could I have a Sebastian imagine please where you are a member of new directions and are competing at Nationals and fuck before the main show getting caught by your group? Thanks x

 Warning aka disclaimer: S M U T and shame xD

Originally posted by grantsass

 “I can’t believe you said I was as attuned as a dying goat.” You giggled as you entered the dark room, knowing that Sebastian was already there, he always arrived before you on any date. Mainly a sex date. “You used to do better with your insults, Sebastian.”

“Says the girl who called me horse’s teeth. You were so original, (Y/N). What happened to stealing Santana’s insults?” Sebastian said wryly and you rolled your eyes, little taunts like these were normal in your secret relationship, and they were actually fun. But now all you wanted was not to talk. You raised your arm to try to find the switch and turn on the light, you didn’t know what that was since Sebastian was the one to send a message saying that he had found the perfect place for both of you to wish each other good luck, which obviously meant the perfect place for him to fuck you, and sent you the way. 

He could have added an ‘after you turn right in the last hallway, you will see a green door where everything will be dark and I will not let you turn on the light, making you sexually frustrated’ because Sebastian held your hand before you could do anything to illuminate the place.

“Seb!” You protested, but any complaint you had in mind was soon replaced by your body bristling and your breath being gasped as you felt his body pushing yours against the wall: strong enough for a mute thud, weak enough for no pain to arrive. “Sebastian…” Your tone had completely changed from frustration to bargaining.

Sebastian laughed against your neck, and his breath, which you knew had a taste of coffee and mint, as always, against your skin made you sigh.

“When you get up on that stage, everyone will look at you and no one will know that you are mine, and they will want you.” Sebastian’s hands traveled to your waist, squeezing it, making sure you were there with him, listening to every syllable he said. “But you’ll know you are mine, and I’ll make sure to make that clear.” He smiled with obvious malice and a kind of anticipated lust. Sebastian put one of his hands on your thigh and up, the fact that you were in a dress just made it easier for him to work. You could already feel wet, as by the words of your ‘enemy’ as the tingling that his fingers provided, and the torture that was how slowly they were going. He pulled your panties away with one of his fingers “You’re so wet, babe,” Sebastian murmured as as he placed two fingers inside you at once, and you bit your lip to choke out a moan as he placed another finger, moving them inside you.

“Sebastian…” You moaned softly, knowing that Warbler knew exactly what that meant.

“What, darling?” He said, faking an innocent tone as he began stroking your clit with his thumb, still moving his 3 fingers inside your pussy. You let out an almost “ah” and pressed your body forward, feeling his erection against your body and making his fingers go even deeper, making it turn to his time to moan instead. You took off his tie and threw it to the floor, putting your hands around his neck.

“Seb, please. I need you now.” You lowered one hand to his arousal, caressing it over his pants.Sebastian growled and used every willpower inside him to pull away from you, taking off his clothes as fast as was humanly while you did the same. In the exact second that you let your last piece of clothing fall to the floor, he picked you up and put it on what looked like a table.

“Oops!” You laughed at the sound of something falling, but your attention soon changed focus as your boyfriend began to suck your neck. ‘’You’ll end up leaving a mark.’’ You warned, not really complaining.

“That’s the goal,” Sebastian said as he parted his mouth from her neck and you took his cock in your hand, stroking it. “Fuck ,” Sebastian snarled and walked away from you to put the condom he had left in the pocket of his blazer, the Warbler couldn’t stand another minute without fucking you.

“SEBASTIAN!” You screamed in pleasure when felt him inside you without any warning. Sebastian started fucking you, moving his hips quickly as you did the same, making him go deeper, just like you did with his finger. You leaned in for a rough, clumsy kiss, the two showing how much they needed that, each other’s, your bodies together.

While his hands tightened your hips, your hands scratched at his shoulders, your lips were connected just like the rest of your bodies, you realized something: you were completely at the mercy of that boy. 

“(Y/N)… ” Sebastian gave a weak moan against your lips and you knew what that meant, and you were close too. Before any of you could catch up the liberation, the light was turned on. You closed your eyes, no time for a reaction, but Sebastian bent down and grabbed his blazer, covering his ass, taking his cock off you and using his own body to cover you. A voice screaming the word traitor made you wake up from your trance, widening your eyes at the sight of the New Directions staring at you two.

Being an ostrich to stick your head into a hole didn’t seem like a bad idea.

“Um… Hi?” You said, feeling your face burn. You were NAKED in front of your Glee group!

‘’Hi? Seriously, (Y / N)? “ Mercedes was the first to speak.

"You could give your beloved virgin vagina to anyone, but you had to choose our gay enemy?” Santana said angry, almost screaming. You were afraid Snixx would come at any moment, if it was not the one who had just spoken.

“I don’t think he’s gay, Santana.” Rachel said, and then you noticed that she had her back to your and Sebastian’s… situation.

“Can you guys please get dressed?” Kurt basically begged.

“Well, if the idiots get out of here, we can finish what we were doing and get dressed.” Sebastian rolled his eyes at that vision, even though, in the position they were in, he could only see some of the members with his head turned.

“I’m not leaving here until you two explain what’s going on!’’ Santana exclaimed, she was 100% sure that wasn’t going to let you and your need for sex take her and New Directions trophy.

’'Santana, I know you would give anything to be in my place now, but this is my girlfriend. ” Sebastian mocked.

“Girlfriend?” Tina asked confused, hadn’t Sebastian hit on Blaine before almost blinded him? Wasn’t he gay?

“(Y/N) has a penis? ” Brittany asked, trying to understand what was going on.

“No, all she has is the ability to betray her own friends right under their noses.” Santana said, her irony and coldness taking form into her words.

“Guys, we’re dating, but can’t we talk about this later?” You asked, you just wanted that situation to end.

“That would be hilarious… if it was not disgusting.” That was Sam.

“Right, people. We should leave them alone.” Blaine tried, but it was obvious that Santana was not going to let a situation like this go easily.

“You’re what, a spy? Did you give our songs to him? Besides giving something else.”

“She’s not a spy, Satan.” Sebastian defended you and you sighed, knowing you would have to reveal your relationship to your friends who did not so discreetly hate your boyfriend.

Actually, your relationship was more than exposed. So…

“I think you blinded her, Sebastian.” Santana smiled wryly at the double meaning of the phrase.

“What are you… Wow!” Mr. Schuester widened his eyes as he met his students in such a situation. He turned his back, just like Rachel. “E… Everyone back to rehearsal room, let’s (Y/N) and Sebastian get ready.”

“But M…’’

’'Now, Santana!” Will ordered, and she rolled her eyes, walking into the dressing room with her teacher and the rest of the Glee Club.

You put your forehead against Sebastian’s shoulder and sighed, still embarrassed and knowing what you would have to face in less than five minutes.

“I’m fucked.’’ You said and Sebastian smirked, never losing his humor.

’'Literally.”

prompts for writing

feel free to use any of these! 

send in requests!

1. “Your hair is so soft..” 

2. “It’s too cold! Come back!”

3. “No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”

4. “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”

5. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

6. “Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”

7. “What? does that feel good?”

8. “Just pretend to be my date.”

9. “He/She did it.” “No he/she did.”

10. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

11. “It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”

12. “No no–it’s alright, come here.”

13. “I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.”

14. “Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.”

15. “If I could, I would kiss away all of your scars.”

16. “I think I might be falling in love with you.”

17. “Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day.”

18. “It’s not bad to cry. In fact, I think it makes a person stronger.”

19. “Mmm.. you’re warm.”

20. “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this..”

21. “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with..”

22. “No, you can’t get up! You’re my prisoner for today.”

23. “Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was really.”

24. “You know I’m/we’re always here for you, right?”

25. “Please talk to me about it.”

26. “You have something in you hair.. um–do you want me to get it out?”

27. “I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”

28. “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you.”

29. “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

30. “Are you wearing my shirt?“

31. “Wanna, like–I mean, if you’re not busy.. We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

32. “So I was driving past a pet store and couldn’t help but wonder how cute an animal would be like in our home..”

33. “Let’s just stay in bed.”

34. “We live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.”

35. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

36. “Shooting star. Make a wish.“ 

37. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

38. “Wow, you’re hot.“

39. “I want to marry you.”

40. “I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It’ll save water.”

41. “You’re just not the same anymore..”

42. “It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?”

43. “What the hell is your problem?!”

44. “Why do you run away from your problems all the time?”

45. “You can’t keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won’t do any good.”

46. “Hey, I know you’re hurting.. but, you’re not alone, okay?”

47. “I hate you! I’m sorry it took me so damn long to realize that.”

48. “You lost your chance.”

49. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”

50. “You can’t just lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset!”

51. “Calm down! You’re scaring me!”

52. “Don’t look at me like that.”

53. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

54. “I’m done trying to help you!” 

55. “Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”

56. “You didn’t call. You didn’t text. Nothing.”

57. “It isn’t up for debate.”

58. “I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just… really tired.”

59. “I’m fine. Stop asking.”

60. “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong, and don’t try lying to me.”

61. “I hope someday you get a taste of your own medicine.”

62. “Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!”

63. “Is this how little you think of me?”

64. “I can’t do this anymore.. not with you.”

65. “Are you happy now? Huh? DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY?!”

66. “You said you’d always be there for me… so how did this happened? Why weren’t you there?”

67. “Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?”

68. “I don’t need help! I just want the pain to stop!”

69. “We can be friends instead.”

70. “I tried to move on, but nobody is you.”

71. “Do I look like I’ve moved on?”

72. “I don’t remember a fight or a reason, so what happened? Why did we break up?”

73. “Can I at least buy you a coffee? For old times sake.”

74. “I can’t take the loneliness anymore.”

75. “What are you talking about? You’re married!”

76. “I feels like everyone just forgot I exist.”

77. “Maybe I’m meant to be alone.”

78. “I gave you your chance, and you just used it to stab me in the back.”

79. “I’ve been alone for so long..”

80. “But you promised..”

81. “Isn’t this, like, illegal?” “Probably.”

82. “You’re really drunk right now. I don’t think you’re gonna remember any of this.”“No, I’m not drunk at all. You’re just blurry.”

83. “I have a feeling we should kiss.”“Is that a good feeling or a bad feeling?” 

84. “Yeah, well, I shut everybody out. Don’t take it personally. It’s just easier.”

85. "You’re jealous, aren’t you?” “I’m not jealous.”

86. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

87. “I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”

88. “Bite me.” “Eat me.” “Kiss my ass.”

89. “You think I’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?”

90. “You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.”

91. “You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!”

92. “I vote today be a pajama day.”

93. “You aren’t supposed to laugh! I’m embarrassed!”

94. “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

95. “There’s been some real friction in our friend group lately. I suggest an orgy to save our friendship.”

96. “I saw that. You just checked me out.”

97. “Are you stupid or stupid?”

98. “How about you make me?”

99. “Do it. I dare you.”

100. “Rise and shine, motherfucker.”

101. “Well fuck me!" 

102. "Are you… Drunk?" 

103. "Walk it off." 

104. "Did you just go throw up?" 

105. "Could you turn it down? A bit? Maybe?" 

106. "Don’t drink that! I saw that guy slip something in there!" 

107. "Get out of here! This is my hiding spot!" 

108. "Quick, pretend your talking to me." 

109. "Could you hold my hand?" 

110. "You’re hiding under that blanket because you’re blushing?" 

111. "Can I kiss you?" 

112. "Quit looking at me with that stupid expression. You’re pissing me off." 

113. “ …Why? Why are you being… so nice to me? I can’t understand. I can’t understand! I just can’t understand… “ 

114. "Don’t you think you’re a little too old to be using cheesy pick up lines?" 

115. "You’re the perfect combination of sexy and cute." 

116. "You know I’ll kill him if he hurts you." 

117. "Can we please pretend I never said that?" 

118. "Forget the douche. He’s a dick. He’s a dickdouche." 

119. "You guys are yelling and I want ice cream!" 

120. "How ‘bout you stick it up your ass instead?" 

121. ”“Punched” is one word, “Fisted” is another.“ 

122. "Please! Leave me alone!" 

123. "It’s too late for you to be out by yourself." 

124. "You seem like a friendly face, mind if I sit with you?" 

125. "You made me this way." 

126. "I think about you all the time, it’s freaking annoying." 

127. "Bill Nye couldn’t even help you." 

128. "You left your shirt at my house. It’s mine now." 

129. "I just wanted to hear your voice." 

130. "I saw a shooting star and I thought of you.”

Ok So

You mentioned that you wanted to know more about majors like engineering to get a feel for how the Fair Folk would interact with them. I have no idea if this is useful on that front, but, there’s a thing in Canada called The Ritual of the Calling of an Engineer. There’s a ceremony when you graduate with your degree, with the ritual words all written out by a poet, and you swear to have humility and take responsibility in your work, and are given an iron ring to wear on the pinky finger of your dominant hand. The ring has flat facets, so it will scrape across a page as you write or draw, to remind you you are wearing it. Optionally, a ring can be passed down from a mentor to a student.

The practice was started after a catastrophic collapse of a railway bridge due to a failure of oversight - something the engineers should have noticed, but overlooked. At the heart of it is a promise and an understanding that the work an engineer does - as dry and technical and by-the-book as it sometimes seems - holds human lives in balance. It is the work of taking scientific discovery and carving it into something useful, building out of all these separate pieces the accomplishments that change the world. There is a rush to having that kind of power, to holding the scope of human accomplishment in your hands. But you have to be careful. To not promise more than you can safely deliver, or pay a price.

I think there is something there that would be very appealing to the fae, though also terrifying to them, as these are the people who build fire and iron into every part of the world and make it inhospitable to them. The parallel of temptation and fear is so strong that the text of the ceremony could be a pledge to avoid deals with the fae literally without changing a word: the first line of the pledge is “I, [name], in the presence of these my betters and my equals in my Calling, bind myself upon my Honour and Cold Iron, that … I will not henceforward suffer or pass… Bad Workmanship or Faulty Material in aught that concerns my works before mankind as an Engineer, or in my dealings with my own Soul before my Maker.”

A deal with the fae is nothing if not shoddy workmanship.

[a note - this is really mostly about structural and mechanical engineering. Skyscrapers and airplanes and bridges so long they have to bend to follow the curve of the Earth. Other kinds of engineering - electrical and chemical and bio and nanotech and so on - have different things going on.

And there is also the lightheartedness, the endless bureaucracy and contradictory regulations, the desperate light-night coffee-fueled fighting with a 3D printer that only squiggles out incomprehensible plastic monstrosities. There are the weird moments of the unreal hanging around daily life, like the way a layer of ordinary blue masking tape on the tray helps the 3D print go smoothly. Or the odd regulations in the safety codes that make you wonder if this system was even designed by humans. The person in the computer lab who untangles your desperate mess of a spreadsheet without even saying a full sentence to you. Or even the way so many experiments have to be run at night and underground - even if you know it’s because of background vibrations, it still feels a little bit magic.]

(Plover)


Thank you so much! This is exactly the kind of thing I meant - I had absolutely no idea and it would have been such a terrible missed opportunity to write anything about engineering without knowing things like this! (Also wow this is as much a love letter to engineering as canadianwheatpirates’s piece about statistics, and just as beautiful)

So - engineers are concerned above all else with the real, with the concrete and logical. There’s room in it for the fantastic, absolutely, for the beautiful, even; things that seem to defy what should be. But at the heart of it it’s iron and fire, like you said above - break it down, piece by piece, and you’ve got something constructed painstakingly from the bottom up by people aware of the weight this holds in every sense of the word. There’s no room in that for magic, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that magic has less than no value here.

(But of course, being drawn to the incomprehensible is not solely a human trait.)

Imagínate

Request/Summary: puedes hacer latinxpeterparker? :) gracias! -your fellow hispanic nerd [@worldsroses] | Peter gets some very much needed ayuda en español.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Latinx!Reader

Word Count: 1433

A/N: I loved writing this because it’s silly and cute, and I hope you all enjoy this! Note: there are no translations included for the Spanish in the fic, sorry :/ Hopefully I’ll start writing more fics in Spanish for all my lovely latinx gente out there :) | masterlist

Originally posted by deanwinchestor


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anonymous asked:

7!!

7. ““DON’T TELL ME I CAN’T DO THAT I WILL DO THAT THING ALL I WANT””

She’s been calm, really she has.
Well mannered, and soft tempered just like the Betty Cooper she always is, she doesn’t need to be loud or rude or snarky to get her point across, that’s just not her style and everyone knows that.

Well… not everyone.

Tonight was supposed to be fun, a party for Fangs at the White Worm Bar on the Southside. After the schools had merged and the fights had ended The Serpents had become fairly close to the Northside high school students and Fangs Fogarty was loved by everyone, Betty herself had the biggest soft spot for the adorable Serpent. So a party on the Southside was a totally normal thing for everyone and she couldn’t help but feel pride at how comfortable everyone looked together.

“She’s just trying to get under your skin B, don’t let her bother you, have you seen what she’s wearing or rather.. what she’s not wearing.” Veronica slid a tiny shot glass next to Betty and rolled her eyes as the two girls watched Toni Topaz leaning against a booth and trailing her fingers up an uncomfortable looking Jugheads arm.

“I would be fine with that, with all of… that” Betty gestured Wildly at the scantily dressed, purple haired girl currently flirting with HER boyfriend. “I would be fine if she would just stop talking to me! Every time I turn around she’s there with some unnecessary remark “oh you shouldn’t be doing that, oh we don’t dance like that on the Southside, you shouldn’t lean against that”, all with that stupid smirk on her face! what is she my mother?” Betty downed the shot in a second flat, slamming the glass on the table and turning to a smiling Veronica

“Come on, let’s dance.” She pulled the dark haired girl by the hand and led her to the dance floor where Veronica was quickly grabbed by Archie and Betty was quickly wrapped up in Fangs arms, the sweet boy smiling at her.

“I know this was all you Betty, no one else could throw a party this good so Thank you.” He squeezed her tightly and grinned, he really was so adorable.

“You know it’s not a problem, you’re one of my best friends now and I don’t forget a birthday.” She giggled “ so, have you asked Val to dance yet?”

The tattooed Serpents cheeks went scarlet red
“No! I can’t just…ask her. What if she says no? What if she laughs right in my face?”

It was funny to see the boy who had once stabbed a forty six year old man in the arm during a knife fight act so incredibly nervous about asking his crush to dance.

Betty smiled glancing over her shoulder and gently dancing them closer to Val
“Well you never know unless you ask and now seems like the perfect time!”

Fangs went stone still
“Wait! What?!”

Betty swung around, sending Fangs stumbling towards Val
“Hey Val, I’ve gotta use the ladies room do you mind keeping Fangs company while I’m gone? Wow thanks so much, see you later!” And then she was gone, skipping away and heading outside for a breath of air.

“Should you really be dancing with someone else when your boyfriend is literally two feet away.”

Betty’s back stiffened, her fists balling at her sides

“My boyfriend trusts me Toni, just like I trust him, he knows I don’t want anyone else just like I know he doesn’t want anyone else.” Betty smiled, an almost sinister twist to her lips.

That seemed to upset the female Serpent
“Oh really, maybe you don’t know but we kissed.”

Betty stepped closer,
“I know all about that. Taking advantage of someone while they’re at their most vulnerable? Classy as always Topaz.”

Toni’s face was red with anger as she huffed in Betty’s face.
“You can’t just have him! He doesn’t belong with
You, he’s changed now. You can’t handle what he is. You can’t do the things I can for him.”
She growled in Betty’s face.

Something snapped
“DONT TELL ME I CANT DO THAT, I WILL DOTHAT THING ALL I WANT!” Betty yelled, her forehead nearly touching Toni’s as the purple haired girl stepped back slightly.

Suddenly there was a hand on her shoulder, familiar and warm.
“Betts…”

Betty swiveled around
“I’m sorry.. I’m.. I’m sorry, I over reacted, she’s your friend.. i…”

Jughead shook his head, gently pushing Betty behind his back as he addressed her but kept his eyes trained on Toni

“No, no she’s not. No friend of mine would come out here and harass my girlfriend. I heard everything and I’m done with you Toni, I’m not gonna be pulled around by you anymore. You helped me out when I started with the Serpents but that’s all it was, you were my trainer, I thought you were my friend but I was wrong. I’m never going to want to be with you like that and I’m sorry if that hurts your feelings but it’s the truth. You need to give it up, I’m with Betty, I love Betty.” Jughead turned back around to his beautiful girlfriend who was watching the Scene with wide eyes “ I love you” He whispered.

Betty wrapped her arms around her boyfriends neck “I love you.” She replied, bringing her lips to his.

Neither of the two noticed Toni angrily storming away, too caught up in what was real.

And god help them but they were the realest thing that had happened in this town for a long time.

The Joker x Reader - “Related”

Nobody knows where The Joker and the woman that is always with him came from. There are rumors on whom you might be: his sister, step sister, half-sister, girlfriend, wife…  That’s all they are: speculations , because there is no way a living soul could trace the truth; you made sure of that.

J was 7 and you were 11 when your dad and his mom got married. They were both important leaders in the New York mob, not the best parents ever but they couldn’t help it. At first you didn’t like him, but seeing he’s not going anywhere,he kind of grew on you.

 ** You hear the faint knock in the door that won’t stop.

“Sis, sis, open up please…” and you know he won’t go away even if you pretend to be asleep. You get out of bed and crack the door open just to see him standing there, looking tired.

“Can I sleep with you, please?” he rubs his eyes, yawning.

“Again?” you whisper, opening the door wider so he can come in. “You’re 7, not a little baby. Why can’t you stay in your room?”

“I don’t like to sleep alone,” he gets under the covers, turning so he can face you as you tuck him in.

You sigh, lifting up your shoulders, resigned on the fact you can’t get rid of him:

“Close your eyes and go to sleep.”

“I can’t if you’re not by me…” he sniffles.

“Go to sleep, kid, it’s 1 in the morning. Close one eye…( and you slowly close one of his eyelids)…then the other…( and you close his other eyelid)…and don’t think of anything else but your pretty sister.”

He giggles and moves closer to you.

“Sis, why don’t you have blue eyes like mine?”

“Because we’re not really brother and sister, you are old enough to understand that, right? Even if we were, the chances of both of us getting blue eyes would be really slim. Why, you don’t like my green eyes?”

“I do,” he mumbles, cuddling to your body and finally winding down.

** After a few months he broke his left arm. Since your parents are ever hardly around, you kind of have to watch him. Of course he wants to sleep in your bed all the time, especially since he’s in pain and he needs someone to feel sorry for him.

“It really hurts,” he complains, tossing on pins and needles.

“I just gave you your medication, it should work soon, just have patience. Maybe this will teach you not to jump from high places…yes?” you admonish him, caressing his casted arm, trying to soothe the pain.

“When I grow up, I’ll make you Queen,” he suddenly decides after finding a comfortable spot on the pillow.

“Queen of what?” you snort, amused at his silly games.

“Queen of…everything,” he smiles, embarrassed, because he doesn’t really know what he’s talking about.

“Wow, kid, am I in luck or what?” you roll your eyes, scoffing. “Now try to rest. Close your eyes and don’t think of anything else but your pretty sister, OK?”

** The loud thud wakes you up and you see J all over the floor in the pale light of the fireplace.

“Dammit!” he gathers himself up and closes the window, aggravated at his own stupidity.

“What are you doing here? I want to be alone!” you start ranting, annoyed he followed you at the hideout. “And why can’t you use the door?! You have the key.”

“I like the window better,” he shivers, taking his shoes and jacket off and crawling in bed.

You let out a loud scream when he snuggles by you.

“Jesus, you’re so cold!”

“Warm me up then,” he tries to touch your hands and you kick him.

“No, you’re too cold! Go to the other side of the bed.”

“No way, I’m freezing; come on, let me warm up, you have your cozy PJ’s on,” he pleads and you decide to give in because he’s only going to get more annoying if you don’t.

“God, you’re irritating! I thought you will stay with your girlfriend,” you remind him since he ruined your solitude plans.

“I was going to but she broke up with me tonight and you know I can’t sleep alone.”

“Jeez, you’re 16, kid! You really have to get over it! That’s why you came to bother your sister?!” you kind of yell, wanting to yank the blanket of him. “Why did she break up with you, huh? What did you do this time?”

“Nothing, she said she likes someone else,” he pouts and the disappointed look on his face makes you tense.

“No way! Who would prefer another guy over a handsome dude such as yourself?” you try to cheer him up because his story rubs you the wrong way.

“Exactly my thoughts,” he takes a deep breath, starting to get comfortable. “Now I can’t sleep anyway, I’m too worked up about it.”

“Just go to sleep, close your eyes and don’t think of anything else but your pretty sister,” you try the old strategy and you both start laughing in the same time.

“I wonder if it still works,” he chuckles, doing as asked and you don’t say anything anymore. In 10 minutes he’s out and you slowly get up so you won’t wake him. You have a plan.

The next day he found out that his ex’s house burned to the ground while he was at the hideout.

“Thank God she wasn’t there,” he lifts his chin up, studying your reaction.

“Yes, aren’t we all grateful for that?” you talk through your clenched teeth, pretending to be preoccupied with the documents on your desk.

“Y/N, did you do that?” J bluntly asks and your short reply brings a huge smirk on his face:

“Nobody screws with my baby brother.”

** When you find out your boyfriend is cheating on you it isn’t pretty. J is 18 and you are 22. You got pretty drunk and he keeps you company all night, watching movies with you. You lean on his abs watching TV, eating chocolate cake and crying, then laughing, dropping cake on his skin and eating it, not even realizing what you’re doing, crying some more, a whole mess.

“I never had anybody eating cake from my abs, sis,” he confesses, ticklish at your touch as you try to get the crumbs and eat them.

“That jerk cheated on me,” you keep on repeating, distressed, not listening to him. “I need another drink, can you fetch me one?” you wipe your tears, moving so he can get up.

“Sure will, here, put your head on my pillow; I’ll be right back, OK?”

“OK…” you surprisingly agree and by the time he’s back with the drink you’re out cold.

“I really need to take a shower and wash the stupid cake away,” J huffs, placing a blanket on you. “And then you’ll have revenge,” he kisses your forehead, upset to see you in this state. “Ewww, sis, you stink like a distillery,” he crinkles his nose, getting away fast.

The next day you found out your ex was the victim of a hit and run.

“…both legs broken, in very bad shape, almost died. He’s lucky to be alive,” you tell J, carefully watching him because you have your suspicions.

“A-ha, sooo lucky, he’s one lucky guy,” he grunts, antagonized, scribbling on his map.

“J, did you do that?” you inquire and his answer makes you grin:

“Nobody messes with my sister.”

** After 3 years both your parents were killed in a heist. Something that should have been a simple mission turned into tragedy because most likely there was a snitch among your henchmen. Three weeks later J showed up at your hideout, visibly disturbed.

“We need to go, now, we’ll just take the money,” he urges you, frantically taking  the boxes of cash out of the closet and dumping them in duffle bags.
“Go where? This is our town…, what’s going on?” you go and take his hand and he stops, biting on his cheek.

“Do you trust me?” he growls, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you.

“Of course I do, you know that.”

“Then we need to get out of here, it’s not safe. We don’t exist anymore, do you hear me? We’re dead. We don’t exist,” he whispers, looking you in the eyes.

“What are you talking about?” you tilt your head, getting anxious. “What’s going on?”

He doesn’t respond, just takes his knife out of the pocket and cuts his right palm, taking yours and cutting it the same before you can object.

“Auch, what are you doing?!” you whine when he presses his cut on yours, blood dripping on the floor from both wounds.

“Now we’re somebody else, me and you don’t exist anymore, understood?”

You just nod in agreement, intrigued at his behavior.

“Go wash your hand,” he finally lets you go, “we need to leave right now.”

** You moved to Gotham and never looked back, never talked about it again, that’s how much you trusted him. It took 9 years to build your underworld empire and it wasn’t easy, but you finally owned the damn town. Nobody knows where The Joker and the woman that is always with came from. There are rumors on whom you might be: his sister, step sister, half-sister, girlfriend, wife…That’s all they are: speculations, because there is no way a living soul could trace the truth, you made sure of that. Both completely changed your appearance and who you were; the only things that remind you of your old selves are his blue eyes and your green ones. Your long hair is always bright purple with neon green highlights and his is always green with a few purple strands to match yours.

When you turned 34 it was a huge party because J also celebrated his 30th.  You always pick a random day each year for your birthdays because you don’t want anybody to know the real dates.

** After the reception you disappeared. J knows why and doesn’t like it. He waits for a little bit, then just barges in your bedroom at the right moment, startling your boyfriend:

“Y/N, we have an emergency!,” he growls, watching the guy still holding you and having the nerve to still continue to unzip your dress. “OUT!” the Joker snarls, taking another step towards you, panting.

Since you don’t show any sign of indignation, Evan lets you go, intrigued:

“Are you really going to let him interrupt us again?!”
“You heard him, OUT!” you snap. “He always comes first, you know that, so get out.”

“If you don’t take my side this time, I’m not coming back,” he threatens and you snicker for a few seconds before you glare at him, trying to control your rage:

“He said OUT!!!!” you scream, watching Evan storm out, annoyed you don’t care. J fell silent, happy at his victory, not that he doubted for a second.

“Zip me up!” you tell and turn around so J can do it. “What’s the emergency? Where are we going?” you impatiently ask, starting to collect your guns from around the room. He waits for a few more moments before answering:

“I’m craving something sweet, bake something for me.”

“Are you serious?!” you stop your movement, and he savors your reaction, entertained. “I missed on getting laid because you want something sweet?!”

“Well, duh, yeah, it’s an emergency,” The Joker smiles, pleased with himself.

“I hate you!” you fakely cry, outraged and wanting to laugh in the same time. “I really hate you!”
“This could be easily avoided if you would just consider what I’ve asked so many times, Pumpkin,” he stares at you, hoping for a positive outcome.

“You’re my brother so it’s a bad idea,” you pass your fingers through your hair, not wanting to talk about it.

“Might I remind you we’re not really related, Doll?” he wants to explain for the hundredth time and you cut him off:

“What do you want me to bake you?”

** You decide to pay him back so you wait until he has his girl over and after carefully calculating your timing, you kick the door open and the bimbo screams, alarmed, jumping off him, struggling to pull her bra straps up.

“Are you decent, Mister J?” you take a deep breath, ignoring her, noticing he’s shirtless. “Something terrible happened, I need you this instant! Get the hell OUT!” you bark at the bimbo, delighted you have a chance to ruin his fun.
The girl is confused until J jumps out of bed and pushes her outside the bedroom:

“She said get out, are you deaf?!” he slams the door behind her, quickly turning towards you: “What is it? What’s the rush?”

You step in front of him with a worried look on your face and calmly show him your pinky:

“Like I said, something terrible happened: I broke a nail.”
His mouth opens and he glances at you, grinding his silver teeth, debating if he should have a temper tantrum or not.

“You suck!” he snickers, kicking you in the shin and you laugh, loving the fact that you were able to get even.

** Later that night The Joker sneaks in your room and watches you sleep for a while before he gets in your bed.

“I can’t sleep, Y/N, you ruined my date,” he elbows you so you can wake up. You are tired and still tipsy from the few drinks you had and don’t even bother to react much.

“Just close your eyes and don’t think of anything else but your pretty sister,” you smile at the memory and you watch as his face gets really close to yours.

“You’re not my sister…” he reaches for your lips and kisses you.

“Stop it,” you frown and back out a bit.

“You’re not my sister…” J pulls you in his arms and kisses you again.

“Would you stop it? What got into you?” you try to fight him but he won’t let you talk or escape his embrace. “Stop it… please?” you manage to mutter but don’t sound very convincing.

** When you open your eyes he’s still there and you panic, slowly waking up and remembering bits and pieces from the previous night.

“J, why are we naked?” you ask even if you know the answer. You get out of bed, putting on your lacy robe and shake him. “ J, why are we naked?”

He just growls and turns on his other side:

“Lemme sleep, you kept me up all night…” he protests, covering his head with the blanket.

You don’t give up and uncover him:

“Why are we naked?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he stretches and his grin disappears when he sees your teary eyes. “What’s wrong, Princess?” he gets on the side of the bed and signals you to come sit in his lap.

“This is the most stupid thing we ever did and we did a lot of them,” you whimper, doing as asked and he cups your face, forcing you to look at him.

“I’m really not your brother, stop freaking out, hm?”

“This is bad, so bad…” you keep on repeating, upset.

“It wasn’t bad at all, Doll, not at all,” he brushes his lips on your neck and imitates you, moaning: “ Oh, J, don’t stop…Oh my God, J, yes!”

“Shush, you’re making it worse…” you pinch his arm, not really knowing what to do at this point.

“You know, what’s one stupid thing added to the others?,” he winks, hoping you’ll relax soon. “Did you ever wonder why you never liked any of my girlfriends and why I never liked any of your boyfriends?” J holds you tighter as he asks the question. “There is only one more stupid thing left to do in order to top what we did last night. You know what I’m talking about, what I always wanted to hear for years…I rather have you annoy me than someone else,” he rests his chin on your shoulder, biting his lower lip. Since you don’t answer he continues: “Yes then?”

You sigh and since he didn’t really hear a denial coming from you, he widely smiles, satisfied:

“My beautiful Doll, didn’t I promise I’ll make you Queen one day?”

** You enter the VIP room just in time to see the new girl nonchalantly placing herself in The Joker’s lap, giggling as he looks at her, intrigued. He notices you and chuckles, seeing the wild, crazy spark in your green eyes. You take a deep breath, trying so hard not to break her neck while you put his drink you went after on the small glass table by the armchair.

“Move girl,” you tell her and she gets on J’s left knee, not realizing what she’s up against. One of those stupid, oblivious bimbos that won’t live too long in this world.  You get on his right knee and he wraps his hand around your waist, waiting for you to snap. J caresses your back with a devious smirk the girl can’t even take as a last warning.

“You like Mister J?” you seductively blink, tracing his jaw line with your finger. “Isn’t he handsome?” you roughly kiss him, aroused. Once you part from his lips, you glance at her, resting your forehead on his. “Wanna kiss him too?”

“Could I?” she excitedly smiles, looking at both of you.

“Oh, yes, she loves to share me,” The Joker rolls his eyes, fully aware of the opposite.

The girl leans over and you cover his mouth just in time; she ends up kissing your knuckles.

“Bitch, you would dare??!!” you instantly lose it, your chest going up and down so fast it finally worries  her. She stares at your wedding ring and still has the nerve to open her mouth:

“But I thought you said…”

You don’t let her finish.  You punch her as hard as you can and since J is not holding her she flies on her back, bumping her head on the silver floor and passes out.

“Oops, you made my Queen mad,” he laughs with all his heart, kicking the limp body.“You think she’s dead?”

“She’d better be or I’ll finish the job,” you grumble and he turns you around so you can straddle his lap and starts purring:

“Calm down, Pumpkin, I’m all yours. Always was… you just had to say the words.”

** “Uhhh, I can’t sleep,” J sighs, yanking your arm.

You are dozing off with your head on his shoulder and faintly touch his cheek, searching for the eyes. You close one eyelid: ”Just go to sleep and,” (you close the other) ”don’t think of anything else except your pretty wife.”

“Well, that’s why I can’t sleep,” he confesses, pulling you on top of him. “Come on, let’s go another round, we gotta catch up for all the lost years.”

You start laughing, ticklish at the feeling of his lips all over your skin:

“Serves me right for being a Queen; I’ll never sleep again.”


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A big angel with his beautiful smol angel. 

I swear I’m doing the devil’s work here since there still isn’t enough deckerstar fanart for my liking. I shall make more until more artists do the same. 

anonymous asked:

Title: ... And that's how I met your father

… and that’s how I met your father

Summary: Yuuri finds a dead body on Christophe’s couch.

“Hey Chris, I brought some Advil and some water over. I saw on Instagram that you–oh.”

There’s a dead body on Christophe’s couch.

Which…

Well, it’s unexpected, to say the least.

(And if he screams, just a little, and drops the bottle of Advil on the ground, can he really be blamed?)

His scream, however, jerks the man awake, and there are blue eyes staring deep into his brown. When he shifts, a blanket slips off of him, revealing the hard-to-miss fact that the man is very, very naked. About as naked as a person can get, really. Impressively naked. Well, it’s not impressive that he’s naked, but it’s impressive how he’s naked. It’s impressive that he’s…

“Hello,” the dead body–which Yuuri is starting to assume is less of a dead body and more of an unbelievably attractive nude man–says in a voice that makes him sound as though he’d just crawled out of a war zone. He shakes his head, and silver hair shakes with the movement, and the blue eyes blink at him, half confused and half in some sort of unbearable pain. “Advil?”

Oh. Right. Advil.

It was meant for Chris, but Yuuri most definitely isn’t about to say no. He fumbles to grab the bottle off of the floor, then steps closer–don’t look at his crotch, don’t look at his chest, don’t look at his face, don’t look at anything, don’t look at anything at all–and hands it to him, keeping his gaze turned towards the floor. The man accepts the bottle of water, too, and Yuuri listens as he takes out a few tablets and swallows them, then downs them with the water.

“Yuuri, right?” the man asks, and he, oh god, he scratches his chest, and Yuuri is looking, he’s staring, he’s obviously staring and he needs to stop but he can’t because he’s still scratching his chest and, wow, now that he’s closer he really has a great view of everything else and he really, really should stop–“I’m Victor. Chris’s friend. You’re also Chris’s friend.”

“Yeah,” Yuuri answers stupidly, and tears his eyes away. The floor hadn’t been working, so he tries the ceiling instead. “Do you want me to go find you some clothes? Where is Chris?”

“He went to…” Victor frowns, brushes his hair back out of his eyes. “I don’t know. He went somewhere. And clothes? What for?”

“Wearing.”

“What for?” Victor repeats.

Yuuri bites his lip, glances around the apartment. “I guess I’ll go if Chris isn’t–”

“Want to have coffee together?” he suggests, stretching his back. He stands up, and, wow, that’s possibly the worst thing that could’ve happened. But he stood all the same, and now he’s walking across the kitchen, and there’s something stuck to his ankle but Yuuri doesn’t bother to tell him because he can’t exactly form sounds. “Sugar?”

“S-Sugar?”

Victor raises an eyebrow. “In your coffee.”

“Oh. I… I don’t… Okay.”

A minute later, there are two cups in Victor’s hands. He hands one to Yuuri, who is keeping his eyes on the wall like a saint. “Pleasure to meet you, by the way.”

“You too,” Yuuri answers, taking a sip. The coffee certainly isn’t bad.

Needless to say, Chris has many questions when he comes home to find Yuuri and Victor playing Mario Kart on his couch, one of them stark naked and the other currently using a blue shell.

I Don't Have Anyone (Nightwing x Reader)

I wrote this months ago. Hell, last year actually so it’s very terrible. You have super weird shadow powers in here btw. I’m taking a risk posting this because lately barely anyone has been reblogging any of my new fics. It makes me worry and think if I’m really cut out for any of this.

~

You ran and jumped on top of Bludhaven’s many buildings with a bag of money and jewels hitting your back as you leaped across the night sky.

“Stop right there!” Nightwing yelled as he chased you.

You chuckled and landed on the concrete floor, “Oh come on pretty boy, you could do better than that!” You called back.

He leaped on the floor and landed about 15ft away from you, heavily breathing, “You….are…something else.” He said, leaning down to place his hands on his knees.

You leaned against an abandoned car, “Wow, I have the power to make the handsome Nightwing tired? I should win a prize.”

He started to growl but stopped, “You think I’m handsome? I didn’t know the villainous (your villain name) had good taste in men.” He smirked and straightened up, “Now, I’m going to ask nicely, give me back what you stole.”

You place your finger under my chin and looked up, as if you were thinking, “Hmm nah, I don’t think so,” You used your dark shadow magic to morph into the floor, with the money of course, “You’ll have to find me first.” You hissed.

Nightwing was observing every movement around him, “Why would you steal? A beautiful (woman/man) like you shouldn’t be into this kind of stuff.”

You bumped into a garbage can but hid right away before he could examen where you were, “And why should I listen to you?”

In shadow form, you grabbed a rope from a near by dumpster and came up with a plan.

“Well, don’t you have a family who’s worried about you at this time?” His hands slowly reached for his escrima sticks.

“I don’t have anyone.” You murmured. Apparently he heard what you said and walked hesitantly towards your trap. You moved a little further and used your magic to flip him over, using the rope to tie his body upside down.

He grunted, “What the hell?!” His escrima sticks fell.

You changed back into human form and stared at his dangling body, “Growing up with a broken family isn’t easy you know.” You said, reaching down to pick up his escrima sticks.

He stopped struggling, “I’ll help you then. You don’t have to keep living this way.”

He froze as you touched the side of his face. This kind of reminded you of the time that spider guy and his girlfriend when they first kissed, “No one can help me anymore, Nightwing.” You leaned in and pressed your lips against his, trying to savor the moment.

Before everything started to get heated, you pulled back leaving him in a daze, “Why did you…?”

“Don’t act like you never wanted to.” You smiled and started to sashay away.

He took a moment to react, “Hey! Wait, let me go, I wasn’t done kissing you!”

You let out a heartfelt laugh as you started running, “I’ll see you tomorrow night, cutie! I’ll give back your escrima sticks while I’m at it!”

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Hey~ This is Sol-ie!

You remember me, right?

This is Ji Hansol who wants to become a Super Dancing Singer!

Wow, it’s been a really long time, I missed you guys too!

What am I doing now? I was practicing and came out to rest for awhile~

And I also drank a sweet cup of green tea frappuccino.

I really love sweet stuff, you know?

What else do I like? I like puppies, reading comics and watching webtoons. 

I also love doing imitations (of voices). Should I demonstrate?

This is one I discovered recently, I’m specially showing it to you only.

This is Baek Yoon Shik sunbaenim (ref).

I’m sorry, I’ll come back after practicing some more.

Oh, I bet you didn’t know this! I have a crush. It’s… You mean you still don’t know? *whispers* It’s you!!! YOU!! 

anonymous asked:

Idk who: “You are so adorable, such a cutie pie.” Richie: *red like a tomato, struggling to breathe* “what?¿ ...i uh,... wow.... I just” and stays like that for a solid hour.

DUDE THIS IS FUCKING CANON I STG LIKE 

he’d be so ready for someone saying shit like “wow richie your ass looks great in those shorts” and he’d wink and respond “you should see it without these shorts” 

and then someone else will go “you’re really cute you know that?” and he’d fucking hyperventilate like ??? uhh?? alright ?? and get so red yes yes yes

So, which one is mine?- Request by Anonymous

Summary- REQUEST BY Anonymous- Hi! I was wondering if I could get a Best friend X Mark were they always have matching hair colors and Amy & Tyler (Readers boyfriend) find it cute and Tyler or Amy posts a pic of the pair while tagging the other (Amy Or Tyler) with the caption “So which one is mine?” Please and thank you!!

Word Count- 778

Pairing- Best Friend!Reader x Mark, Tyler x Reader

Warnings- Fluff, a little angst, breakup

A/n- Thanks, anon, for the awesome request. I had so much fun writing this, and I hope you like it! I don’t usually write Tyler x Reader things, but I tried! And, I gave her ex a cheesy name because I’m too lazy to do anything else. I hope this story does you justice, anon!

Tags- @lapseasteelis @mycuddlycorner @winchester-negan-one-shots @not-moose-one-shots @dannnyphantomm

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