you know the way everyone has that best friend

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     I thought a lot today about Lefou after the movie..or rather after Gaston’s death. Gaston was a manipulative asshole, but they were very close. Close enough that Lefou knows when Gaston is about to go off (Scene with Maurice) and knows how to calm him down (”Breathe Gaston”). He actually knows several techniques to calm him down. They have had intimate moments as hinted at the wrestling line (”No one bites like Gaston”).

So your best friend is a major douche canoe, then he dies…horribly…without you there.

Think of how that went down. The dust settles, everyone has their memories back and hugging their loved ones. Lefou is searching the crowd for that red jacket. He had to make it out, right? Gaston had to see the error of his ways and he is just taking his time coming out of the castle. When it’s obvious Gaston is not there Lefou becomes frantic. Does Lefou call out for his fallen friend? Does he start asking the crowd where their once-great idol is? Does he start an inner mantra of “He’s okay, he’s fine” begin looping in his head.

Belle and Adam are the only ones who saw. One of them has to tell Lefou. Obviously, Belle because she knows Gaston and Lefou. So she makes her way through the crowd of laughter and smiles to deliver the worse news ever to Lefou, that his best friend, who had scorned Lefou out of his own selfishness not even an hour earlier, died in the same night.

Think of the emotions. Would he break down right there? Blame himself? If only he was there, if only he tried harder at the village. If only he told the truth about Maurice, instead of being blinded by his own lust for Gaston. He can’t go back to the village, especially the tavern, too many memories and their portrait is hanging on the damn wall. He’s so alone because, no one was as close to him as Gaston, perhaps Gaston was the only person he had in his life.

All this emptiness, this loneliness. Is this when Stanley comes in? He’s the only one left from Gaston’s group, as Tom and Dick ran away. Does he try to help Lefou up? Get him away from the crowd to a secluded place so he can cry. Maybe he stayed with Lefou, comforted him.

So when the dance scene happens, it’s obviously been some time. Lefou is healing and he’s dancing with this girl, obviously for the sake of the dance. He’s a nice guy, she probably asked. Stanley and Lefou have probably been “hanging out” for awhile now, enjoying each other’s company. They may have come to the castle together. Stanley may have developed feelings during his time comforting Lefou. Maybe Stanley helped Lefou work up enough will power to return to the tavern, if even to be surrounded by people that may have missed him. So they go together and Stanley is watching Lefou dance. He gets closer and Stanley works up the courage, saying fuck it. He cuts in and grabs Lefou, who is a bit surprised but going with it as if it’s nature, like this was how it’s supposed to be. Stanley was there for him when no one else was. He probably knew Lefou would accept his proclivity for women’s gowns.

Fighting For Him - Smut

Originally posted by youarealwaysfirst

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Thomas/Reader
Words: 4,571
AN: @writing-obrien wanted Thomas and I always give her what she wants. Also thanks to her for also providing me with the plot and helping me figure it out. Special shout out to @celestial-writing cause she’s my child and she’s always encouraging me. And to my GC @sincerelystiles @dylan-ohbrien @ninja-stiles @thelittlestkitsune @girlmeetsworldedits @sabrinas-wolves @mf-despair-queen @rememberstilinski and @stilinski-jpeg cause they’re always encouraging and inspiring and I love them all a lot. 

This is just a lot of smut cause I am thirsty as fuckkkkkkkkk.



The moment you laid eyes on Thomas you knew you wanted him. It was an instant attraction. You gravitated towards him before you even realized your feet were moving, the second he stepped in the room. He seemed to feel the same, his whiskey eyes following your every movement. There was only one problem. Brenda.

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the signs and gayness
  • Aries: giant ball of gay that'll crush us all someday
  • Taurus: glittery rainbow puke
  • Gemini: that one gay who flirts with the opposite gender because lmao they're all taking you seriously
  • Cancer: closeted gay that has super hot secret makeout sessions in broom closets and the like
  • Leo: so gay, drags straight crush to a pride march and turns said crush gay with sheer sexiness
  • Virgo: the gayest, doomed to suffer incurable straight crushes on best friends
  • Libra: the fabulous gay that is definitely in musical theater
  • Scorpio: that one that's so smokin', everyone be inviting you to threesomes n shit
  • Sagittarius: GAAAAAaaaaaAAAAAAYYYYY sweetie everyone knows
  • Capricorn: rly good at asking straight ppl out in gutsy ways that are so shocking (probs murder) that the person just goes out with them anyway
  • Aquarius: dat lil nerdy shit that flirts with everyone, even tho no one is sure of your sexuality because you just keep telling us you like to 'keep em guessin' (but we know u super gay)
  • Pisces: EVERYONE SHIPS YOU WITH EVERYONE ELSE BECAUSE YOU'RE SUCH A GAY CUTIE PATOOTIE AND EVERYONE WANTS TO DATE YOU TOO

siriustblack  asked:

57 + andreil?

from this list of prompts - please don’t send more!

The first time Neil meets Andrew, there isn’t any intention behind it. Or rather, there’s no intent to go out and meet new people. Neil doesn’t intend to catch someone’s eye and share a joke from across a room. And he definitely doesn’t intend to be rescued from his own drunk self by the same stranger.

Matt seems kind of alarmed to see Neil with a stranger - probably because Neil openly resisted getting to know Matt, the least threatening person in the world, probably, and now he’s in a decidedly angry-looking stranger’s lap on a curb. “Neil, I left you alone for five minutes, how did you make everything go wrong in that time?”

Neil doesn’t groan. He doesn’t. “Bad luck follows me?”

The blonde guy doesn’t laugh. Neil’s not sure he said anything. Neil really doesn’t know why he’s the one to follow Neil out of the bar when the world started spinning.

Matt laughs, a little. “Not entirely unlucky. You’ve made a friend?” Neil’s sure he’s sizing the other guy up, making sure he has no untoward intentions with Neil, but he doesn’t see it. All he sees is cement and surprisingly nice shoes (not his own). 

“Andrew,” the guy offers, not unkindly. In fact, there’s not much of anything in his tone.

“Right,” Matt says, sounding somehow unsure. “Well, thanks for helping Neil. He’s kind of a danger magnet. I should, uh, get him back home.” Matt’s voice is hesitant, and even through the fog in Neil’s mind, he knows why.

“It’s Dan’s night,” he protests weakly. “Go back in. I’m fine.”

“Neil,” Matt says, and his voice is as hard as it always gets when Neil lies. “You freak out when I pat your shoulder and you’re in this guy’s lap. Can you even stand up? Don’t- don’t try it, man.”

Neil tries it. The world shakes, and he ends up back in Andrew’s lap, with only the addition of a hand on his back that might be for stability or maybe just for ease. Andrew seems nonplussed by all of these events. Any other time, Neil would be full of questions for Andrew. Any less drunk, and he’d ask them. Maybe it’s good you met this way, some self-preservation instinct suggests, but Neil isn’t sure this state is good for anything.

“Dan won’t mind,” Matt says, and Neil knows he’s right. “It’s part of parenthood, eh?”

So Matt starts to pull Neil up, and wraps an arm securely around his waist despite the height difference. 

Neil was never really taught manners, but something sticks out anyway. He looks at Andrew with all the focus he can muster, trying to commit his face to memory, and says, “Thank you,” carefully. Andrew doesn’t respond, or maybe Neil just doesn’t notice, and then he’s gone.

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DUFF (CHAPTER 3)

Originally posted by nnochu

Chapter 3

╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

╳ Genre: fluff, smut, angst 

 ╳ Summary: Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”


As soon as I stepped into the house, I knew I would regret it. The music was so loud, I could feel the bass pounding through my chest. The living room was crammed full with people, and the thought of actually having to walk into that was giving me anxiety. But just remembering that this was Yoongi’s house was making my stomach do summersaults.

“Y/n, lighten up will you? It’s a party, you’re supposed to be having fun.” Lisa said, snaking her arm over my shoulder.

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Friends? (M)

Request- Can I request a Jungkook smut where you are not his noona (you are younger or same age, but please not a noona) and you are quite innocent and naive, plus you are a virgin, and Jk and you are best friends, but he has the biggest crush on you, ans he finally confesses to you, and he tells you how much he wanted you and thought of you, and you are all embarrassed, and blushing, and such, cuz you are super innocent, plus is you first time. 

Sorry this took so long. Thank you so much for requesting, and I hope you like it. Sorry if it sucks. 

Enjoy! 

This scenario contains sexual and mature themes. You have been warned! 

Originally posted by jeonbase


Your day started off like any other, getting up and ready for class and going to them. Your best friend saved you a seat, Jeon Jungkook. He had been your best friend since you could remember, he was always there. You could talk to him about anything, he was the only person who saw you fro who you truly were and didn’t judge. He always encouraged you to let the world see you, as he thought you were amazing. 

Of course Jungkook didn’t tell you everything he thought about you. You thought you and Jungkook had no secrets, but you were wrong. Jungkook had a huge secret you didn’t know, he was in deeply, madly, life consuming in love with you. 

For the past two years he knew it, but hid it. Thinking you wouldn’t accept his feelings. He didn’t feel good enough for you, you were so pure and innocent. You weren’t all that experienced, well not at all. You kissed someone before, but it didn’t even consist so tongue. Jungkook thought you were the most pure being in the world, he didn’t want anyone to taint your purity. Well except for maybe him.. 

“Jungkook?” You sweet voice took Jungkook out of his daze. He looked at you and noticed people getting up and leaving. How long had he spaced out for? 

“Is it over?” He asked you with wide eyes, he had dazed out for the whole lecture. Your giigle took him back to reality. 

“Yeah, its over. Come on sleepy head, we need coffee. Namjoon’s party starts at nine and goes on til like eight am, and we have to actual stay past two this time.” You push his shoulder. You pack up you stood up and left the lecture hall with Jungkook. 

“Hey, I was tired. And is that any way to treat your elder. I don’t think so, little one.” Jungkook slings his arm around your shoulder, walking down the school hall to get a much needed energy boost. To any one passing you would like like a couple, most people did. You acted like a couple it just didn’t include, sex and the titles. You held hands all the time and cuddled and you loved it, because Jungkook was your first love. 

What a pickle you both were in, both in love with one another, but not knowing each others feelings. You never thought Jungkook would like you back. He always dated, well not dated fucked, sexy confident girls, that knew what they were doing. You did not. You wouldn’t be confessing to him, not wanting to ruin your friendship and because you were scared as shit. You were just going to ignore your feelings and stomp on them. 

You often got jealous of his flings, the way they kissed him, the way his hands were on them it broke your heart a little. You longed to just have him hold you like that, why wouldn’t he? 


The day came and went rather fast. In no time you were walking into Namjoon’s apartment, the party already in full swing. You looked around and spotted Jungkook, leaning against a counter in the kitchen. You made your way to him, but your stride was ceased when a tall blonde came into sight. She grab Jungkooks face and kissed him passionately. You turned and made your way back out of the house again. You needed air and to watch a full series of a sappy romantic K-drama to make you feel better. 

It was so cliche, all of it. Boy best friend who fucks around, girl loves him but is to scared to say anything. You didn’t want it to be cliche you wanted to not love him in that way. It wasn’t your fault he was so perfect and made you feel like a butterfly. 

You were half way through the second episode when Jungkook messaged you. You unwrapped yourself from your warm covers and opened the message. 

Jungkook- Where are you? The party isn’t the same without you :( 

You scoffed at his message. why couldn’t he just have fun with the blond girl and leave you to lay in despair in peace. You knew you would be talking to him tomorrow anyway, why did he not just enjoy himself. You didn’t like drinking anyway. 

Jungkook- Y/N? 

You had forgotten to reply to Jungkook, as you were to wrapped up in your drama to care. It was by the fourth episode there was banging at your door. You groan in annoyance, getting up to get the door. You’re startled to see Jungkook when you open the door. 

“Jungkook, why aren’t you at the party?” You asked, but Jungkook pushed passed you and entered your apartment. You close the door behind him and follow him into the living room, taking a seat beside him. 

“Why did you leave tonight?” His eyes met yours when he finished his sentence. His elbows resting on his knees. His question took you by surprise. 

“How did you know I was-” He cut you off. 

“Yoongi told me you left straight after you came in. Why did you leave?” You try to think of a believable explanation. 

“I wasn’t really feeling well, so I just came home.” You avoided his eyes, you were never a good liar. 

“That’s such bullshit. Y/N I think you’re forgetting I’ve known you my whole life, I know when you’re lying.” You can hear the annoyance in his voice, but why was he so mad? You missed one party so what, who gives a fuck. You were beginning to get annoyed as well. 

“Why do you care so much? It’s just a stupid fucking party, Namjoon has one every week. So what I missed one.” You stood up and walked across the room. Running your hands over your face in annoyance, just wanting this night to vanish. 

“Well it fucking matters to me if you’re not there. Okay, it’s not the same without you.” 

“Why would you need me? You have that blonde girl.” You spit out in anger, regretting it the moment you said it. 

“Because shes not you, no one will ever be as good as you.” Jungkook stands up taking long strides to you, you walk backwards to put distance between you, until your back is against a wall, he traps you with his arms on either side of your head. You move your head I order not to look at him, but he grabs your chin to make eye contact. 

“What I’m about to say you have to promise you won’t stop being my friend because of it, okay?” You nod, curious to know what he has to say. “I love you and not in the your my best friend way. I love you in the way I can’t get you out of my head ever, your giggle makes my day, your smile brightens my world. I love you. I want to kiss you all over all day long, I want everyone to know that I love you. I want for you to be mine and only mine. I want to love you the way you should be loved. You drive me insane and i love it. There was so many times I wanted to pin you up against a wall and make you feel so good. I love you.” 

His confession made you speechless, you just stared back into his eyes. Jeon Jungkook loves you.. 

“You love me? Don’t joke like that Jungkook, its not nice.” You scold. 

“Y/N, I’m not joking.” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. Jungkook leans down and captures your lips with his. “Don’t be afraid, please.” He rests his forehead against yours. 

“Your telling me the truth?” 

“Yes. I know this is a lot, but just think about-” You cut his ramble off. 

“I love you too.” You don’t give him time to say anything else, you press your lips to his. You kiss for a few seconds before you pull away to giggle. 

“Why are you so fucking cute?” He groans. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into another kiss. His strong arms hoist you up and carry you to your bedroom. He placed you on the bed, you lay back and he crawls on top of you. He kisses you passionately, his tongue slipping past your lips. You moan into the kiss, the new experience is amazing. You slide your hands down and slip them under his shirt from his to take it off. He pulls away from you. 

“Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop.” His voice is laced with concern, but his eyes are filled with lust. 

“I want this. I want my first time to be with you.” You smile, pulling his shirt over his head. You sit up and take off your own. His eyes are trained on the swell of your breasts. 

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He quickly latches his lips onto your neck kissing down your neck, collarbones and chest. He reaches behind you to unclasp your bra. He throws it behind him. Jungkook kisses each breast, he gropes both of them with his large hands, pinching your nipples in between his fingers. You moan loudly, in embarrassment you smack a hand over your mouth. 

“Don’t do that. I want to hear your beautiful moans, I dreamed of the day I would get to make you mine.” His words are melting your heart, arousing you. He kisses down your stomach, until he comes to the band of your pjama shorts. He looks up at you, silently asking for permission. 

“Please Jungkook.” He was just kissing you and he had you this needy. Jungkook hooks his fingers under your shorts and panties, pulling them down until they leave you completely bare in front of him. He stares at you in awe. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He spreads your legs, getting comfortable in between your legs. He kisses your pelvic area, making a shiver run up and down your body. His eyes are trained on yours the whole time. He kisses your pussy lips, starting to kitten lick your slit. This is a whole new experience to you, it feels amazing to have Jungkook eating you out. You know why your girl friends were such hoes now. 

“Jungkook t-that feels so g-good.” You stutter out. You can feel him smirking against your pussy. He pumps a finger into your core, pumping it in and out, as he continues to suck, lick and nibble on your clit. He adds another finger, pumping you for a while before hes scissoring you. It feels so good. You feel a tingling in your lower stomach, the feeling grows and grows and so its taking over your whole body. Its consuming you, your body shakes in after shock. Jungkook laps up all your juices, before coming back to your lips. You can taste your self on him, it arouses you more. You wanted him inside you. 

“You taste amazing, baby girl.” 

“Jungkook, I need more.” You never thought you would be like this, but Jungkook just brings that out in you, obviously. 

“It will hurt at first, but then I will make you feel so, so good. Okay? Don’t be scared.” He cups your cheeks, placing a soft kiss on your lips. He gets off the bed, taking off the rest of his clothes. He was so flawless, his toned body was beautiful and tan. How was he so amazing, how did you stay away for so long? 

“Are you ready sweetheart?” He asks, after he puts on the condom, he joins you back on the bed. 

“Y-Yeah.” You nod, assuring him you were ready. Sure you were scared that it would hurt, but its Kookie, he would never hurt you. He grinds his dick up and down your slit, before slowly slipping in. Your eyes sting with tears, it was painful him stretching you out. 

“Fuck you’re so tight.” Jungkook’s head goes back in pleasure, having your tight hot pussy wrapped around his member. He looks down at your pained expression, he moves strands of hair off your face. He leans down and kisses the tip of your nose. “I love you.” 

All the pain faded away soon enough after. “I-I think you can move, Jungkook.” His hips start to roll into yours, it was so pleasing, the way he filled you up. “Oh my god, this feels amazing.” That seemed to egg Jungkook on, as his hands go on either side of your head, he was rolling his hips into you faster. You hands grip onto his back, your nails digging into his soft skin, as your second orgasm approaches. You were seeing stars and couldn’t help but clench around Jungkooks dick, as you came. You chanted his name, like a mantra. 

“Fuck.” Jungkook groans into your ear. You were so tight around him, he was filling the condom up with his seed. He rests his head against your shoulder for a movement, before he pulls out. He gets off the bed, taking the condom off and putting it in the bin. He grabs a towel and cleans your cum up. You lay there exhausted from what you both just did. You felt amazing. 

“That was amazing.” You finally say, earning a chuckle from Jungkook, who gets back on the bed with you. He pulls the blanket over your naked bodies and pulls you into his embrace. 

“Your amazing.” He kisses you softly, stroking your hair. He pulls back to look you in the eye, he has a smile on his face. “So.. will you be my girlfriend?” You giggle, leaning up to kiss his cheek. 

“I’d love to be your girlfriend.” You bury your head in his chest, not wanting him to see how red your cheeks were.  Jungkook places another kiss on your head and chuckles at how adorable his girl is. 


I hope this didn’t suck to much, and that you all enjoyed it! 

I love you all, good morning/evening/night x

-Admin Abe x

the mbti types based off of people I know / an enfp pov

INFP: my legit best friend- a great listener, has a really great music taste and is super hilarious. not as emotional™ as everyone thinks, but feels very deeply. obsessed with knowing how life will turn out and gets frustrated because she’ll never know. “Is there a god? do you wanna talk about space? here listen to this song it makes me think about the future.” does not want people to see her but wants to know people think about her enough to include her (even if she doesn’t show up)

INTP: dad friend- will try to help but doesn’t really know exactly how to comfort. really smart but very anti social. prefers to sit at home and read instead of talking but thinks I’m funny so that’s okay. takes a while to actually get them to talk but once they trust you they’re really cool friends to have and they make a lot of lame jokes that are actually pretty good. if they don’t talk to you, don’t take it personally, they don’t really talk to anyone

INTJ: is actually hilarious but no one understands his humor. extremely sarcastic. if you say something stupid will probably either a: death glare or b: respond with something along the lines of “can you please rephrase that or explain it in a way that I can fully understand and give you an accurate response?” seems like they don’t care and they kinda don’t but if they like you then they care a lottttt even if they don’t really know how to show it. doesn’t really speak at all unless they know exactly what they’re talking about and tend to feel very frustrated if you ask them something and they don’t know how to respond. don’t really talk to people in worry that someone will see them as not as smart as we actually think they are.

ISFJ: cinnamon roll of a friend and mom friend to the extreme. seems like all we do is bake cupcakes and watch movies together but i love you and enjoy you’re company a lot. doesn’t really like confrontation at all. wants to be supported as much as she supports everyone else. doesn’t talk much but if she’s comfortable with you, oh boy. is really smart and wants things to be in order and if her motives are questioned or someone says something that offends her she will be very frustrated and upset for a while. tends to bottle her feelings until she can’t anymore and then has a break down and feels extremely unworthy of anything. loves to read gay fanfiction​. tries her best to respect everyone and will do whatever she can to help you if you need it. extremely loyal partner and friend

INFJ: really awkward but in a good way. great listener. doesn’t really know how to say what’s on her mind ever so lets out her feelings in art. both infjs that I know are extremely artistic and charming. they just have this really home-ish feeling that makes you want to tell them anything and they’re also super trust worthy. never judges people and gives great hugs. very insecure and acts like nothing gets to them but you can read their faces like a book. please protect them.

ISTP & ISTJ & ISFP have yet to be discovered - chances are I probably know at least one of each of these types as I am friends with a lot of people but I haven’t been able to type any of my friends as such for now. please feel free to message me if you’re any of these types because I would love to be friends and know more about you (:

ENTP: jesus christ. one hell of a person. we can talk for hours and hours and it feels like we’ve only been talking for like two minutes. you make me laugh a lottttt. emo to the extremo. has no filter and says offensive things sometimes​ but not to be hurtful or anything they’re just very blunt and expect you to already know what they’re talking about. questions things a lot and always wants to know why something is happening for the exact reason and if you can’t explain then it isn’t worth their time. is actually pretty emotional insecure deep down but at the same time is very self absorbed and has a strong tendency to think they’re better than everyone else. all of the entps I know are amazing multitaskers

ENFJ: very loud and obnoxious. the epitome of extra. talks about herself a lot and intentionally embarrasses herself for attention. not a bad person at all but just frustrates me quite a bit because I feel like she could be such an amazing person that people really enjoy talking to and being around if she just listened to what other people have to say for once.

ENFP: the only enfp I know is myself so i guess I’ll just write about me lmao. I’m very friendly and I love to talk a lot and be in groups but at the same time I really like to just hang out with people one on one. I’ve been told before that the way I act in a group is very different than how I act with just one person. for example in a group im always laughing and making jokes and talking to everyone and I tend to say stupid things but with just one person I’m quieter and I like having very deep and complex conversations about everything. (that doesn’t mean the jokes stop haha) I have been told by a lot of my friends that I have a very child like personality and I agree. I’m a pretty emotional person and I care about other people a lottttt. I would do anything to help one of my friends and I love making people smile. I like to express myself in creative ways (I wear glitter on my face to school and I have a bright yellow jacket that I wear often that says savages on the sleeves and huge grandpa glasses) because I just really want to stand out for some reason. I tend to start a lot of tasks that I never finish and I usually start off things very excited about them and ignoring all of the bad things but once I realize what I’m doing and if feel like it won’t benefit me at all in the future or help me be the best version of myself then I tend to drop it but if I see it benefiting me or making me a better person or helping me with what I need then I am extremely devoted to it and will do anything I can to keep it going. this goes for things all the way from a new activity at school to relationships which I guess can make me seem kinda flaky but I don’t want to put myself in a situation that is going to leave me unhappy and questioning why I ever started it in the first place. this doesn’t mean I just give up or that I don’t try to work though the bad things in situations because I put myself through a lot to really understand a situation and if I can tell that what I’m doing will never work out for me then that’s when I drop it.

ESFJ: cool affff. seems unphased by a lot but always knows what’s going on. is a great leader and knows wtf they’re talking about. always trying to find an answer to anything they do. also pretty extra but not as much as ENFJ. involved in everythingggg and will roast u with no remorse. never leaves the house without making themselves look presentable first. sarcastic laugh™

ESTP & ESTJ & ESFP & ENTJ have yet to be discovered - chances are I probably know at least one of each of these types as I am friends with a lot of people but I haven’t been able to type any of my friends as such for now. please feel free to message me if you’re any of these types because I would love to be friends and know more about you (:

*disclaimer* I’m not a psychologist and im not trying to shove each personality type into a box. these are just based off of the people I know personally and if you don’t fit with my description of your personality type i apologize. everyone is different and there are so many variations of each type.

Sex in Chanyeol’s kitchen

Originally posted by neskui

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4,4k

Anon request: “ Can i request a baekhyun smut when he is jealous watching you keep talking to his friend?”



     A pair of strong arms is wrapped around your waist and two lips are pressing a short kiss on your shoulder. It’s afternoon but the view here is always beautiful. The blue clouds on the sky are forming a dome with different shapes that embraces the yellow ball above the sea. You hear the foaming waves hitting the rocks and your nostrils are invaded by the masculine scent around you. His scent.

‘It is beautiful, isn’t it?’

     You let out a hum and his arms wrap your waist tighter. Your back is pressed on his chest and his soft and wet lips are kissing your neck. A shiver is crossing all of your body when his hot breath hits your skin.

‘I will miss this view.’ Suddenly your voice is full of regret. You can swear his lips curl into a smile over your skin.

‘What?’

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OtaYuri fic recs #13

Since Tumblr now seems to be hiding content from creators that includes links to outside sources from the search results, reblogs to give these recs more visibility are greatly appreciated (~ ̄³ ̄)~

Neon Pink Motorcycle by goldheart, mature, 74.7k, soulmate AU

There are certain moments in Yuri Plisetsky’s life that he likes to forget happened at all. The time they were chased from the apartment, the landlord angrily spitting and waving threateningly at them when his mother couldn’t produce enough money for rent. Babushka’s funeral. The first time he fell in competition.

He cannot forget that, under the black band he wears around his wrist like a shield, his soulmark may as well be nonexistent.

We need our blood stirred by StrikerEureka, explicit, 3.7k, WIP, Otabek/Yuri/JJ

Part 2 of the So young and cinematic series

Otabek and Yuri want more from JJ but first they have to figure out how they fit.

“I like you,” JJ says, voice cracking again.

Yuri’s eyes flick to Otabek’s for a moment before he cups JJ’s cheek in his hand. It’s so gentle, so careful, that Otabek couldn’t look away from it, even if he wanted to. Yuri’s fingertips brush the wetness on his cheekbone away.

“Maybe I like you too,” Yuri tells him quietly

Sunshine by crescendotayuri, explicit, 3.5k

The sun is shining, it’s a beautiful morning, and Otabek accidentally finds out about Yuri’s praise kink.

We Know the Way Each Door Swings Open by verity, explicit, 3k

Part 2 of the someone on the dancefloor, waiting just for you series

Yuri smiles up at him, mischievous. “You were thinking too hard.” He grinds up against Otabek, cock already half-hard beneath his sweatpants. “Don’t be gentle with me. I can take it.”

“I know you can,” says Otabek.

Start of Everything by  onotherflights , mature, 3.8k

He didn’t realize someone could fall in love with their best friend, but watching Yuri light a sparkler and chase the other Yuuri around his own garden made something click. The way he threw his head back in laughter, his hair and his face equally lit in the golden twilight. It was just a little ache in his heart, something he hadn’t felt before. It confused him, made him furrow his brows together.

Or; Otabek has tried really hard to be good enough for everyone in his life, but Yuri is easy to please.

Otabek Altin’s Guide on How to Say No to Yuri Plisetsky by asukaJudesarahyyy, teen, 4.5k

Five times Otabek says no to Yuri, and the one time he doesn’t.

Why Can’t I Touch It? by BoxWineConfessions, mature, 7k, high school AU, warning: underage

Part 3 of the Heart Break Beat series

Otabek writhes against the sheets to get his sweats pulled down, and Yuri can hear the grunt of frustration in his voice. Yuri can feel the movements of his wrist. The mattress rolls and creaks with every single pump of his wrist. Yuri can’t help himself. He pulls his own half hard cock from his pajama bottoms and mimics the slow motions of his fist.

Yuri comes first. Then Otabek. Otabek moves for a tissue immediately. Yuri isn’t sure what to do. They’re not supposed to do this when the other person is still awake.

Watching by Perpetual Motion (perpetfic), teen, 1.2k

Otabek gets chilly in Russia; Yuri helps him warm up.

A golden link by Muspell, explicit, 7.3k

Part 4 of the Hardbacked and Leatherbound series

One thing is to go see your boyfriend DJ surrounded by a crowd of complete strangers, but this… Yuri needs to get away, and tugging and the slim piece of jewelry hanging from his waist, he has quite a vivid plan in his mind.

We’re All in Our Private Traps by kanekki, mature, 2.6k, mafia AU

“Beka, it hurts,” Yuri whimpered, breathing labored, “Please, make it stop.”

There are a lot of things that Otabek can forgive. But this isn’t one of them. Someone had hurt his Yura. Someone, some filth, had hurt his kitten. And they weren’t going to live for very long.

Get a Life by Blownwish, explicit, 3.5k, warning: daddy kink

“All you do is either skating or cat related.” And stalking-related.

Yuri retreats into the darkness. “I do you, fuckface.”

Oh, come on. He’s such a child about this. “Sex is as much of a hobby as eating. It doesn’t count.”

“Beka!” He slams his fist down. “I swear to the Holy Virgin Mother, if you do not stop pestering me about this bullshit, I will tell JJ you say his name when I blow you.”

“That was just one time.”

“It counts.”

“I was telling you he was in the locker room…”

“It totally counts!”

Don’t Tell Me How to Live My Life Okay by 777335, general audiences, 2.6k

Part 4 of the yuri can’t even with otabek sometimes series

“Okay, don’t freak out, Be–” Yuri decides to start off, given Otabek’s proclivity to internal emotional turmoil, “—okay you’re definitely already doing that.” Otabek doesn’t react; his mouth is hanging open slightly, but no other expression crosses his face. “Yo, Beka.” Yuri snaps his fingers at the screen. “Oh, for fucks sake, Beka.” He huffs, and then pokes his laptop camera, “Is facetime frozen.” He monotones, sticking out his tongue, scrunching up his features, “Can you see me, am I paused, Beka?”

“Yura?” Otabek asks, clearing his throat.

“Uhhhhhhh, yeah, dickwad. Who else?” Yuri tries not to fidget, self-conscious.

“Right actions in the future are the best apologies for bad actions in the past.”
- Tyron Edwards


Most of you have caught wind of accusations swarming this blog to be one in the same of gohliad’s. If you assumed that, you would be 100% right. I’m doing what should have been done instead of this chance for a fresh start fostered by alternate persona and ridiculous lies. I know it was wrong to put on a new face, and pretend to be someone else and run away like I have always done before, because that was always the easiest thing to do for me. I made this account out of fear, because I thought maybe no matter what I did that the community wouldn’t accept me no matter how much I’ve changed or am trying to… but that is just me again, being fearful, and not owning up to the things that have happened over the past couple years. That’s me being scared, and ashamed and embarrassed. Whether or not people accept me, or want to associate with me going forward is their right, and because of what has happened, I accept and understand that.

I’ve affected this community as a whole, and hurt people. I rejected the idea that what I do can influence other people, I neglected to take care of my mental health, I declined opportunities to correct my own behavior and make right with people and I even refused to take apologies from other people. Often I couldn’t even comprehend how others were affected by my aggressive ass and hostile behavior, because in my world “stuff on the internet didn’t matter” but that just isn’t true. We are all humans behind our avatars and screenshots. I was just so big headed I refused to accept that I wasn’t the only actual person behind a screen with a life and feelings. Over the past few months I’ve been lurking around, seeing what others said and all I’ve thought about is this community and how I put a giant nuclear dent in it, and it’s people. How some people are just upright scared of me, like I’m a ticking time bomb, and I don’t want anyone to feel that way. No one deserves to feel unsafe in the simblr community, and it sucks it took me feeling that way on my own to realize that. It took me several months of no social media, and a lot of behavioral therapy to understand that my actions matter, everything I do matters. I can’t act the way I have in the past, not on simblr, not in real life, not to anyone.

Nothing I say can change anything that has already been done because no matter what I say now, people have been hurt, and that never goes away. People I was close friends to, who are now enemies. People I don’t even know, too. I’ve deserved pretty much everything that has came to me so far, the burnbooks, the simsecrets, the bigger simblrs hating me, as well as the little ones, anonymous hate mail. Even when I didn’t deserve it, I never responded correctly, I never responded like someone who cared about anyone except my self. I’m sorry for literally everything, to anyone I’ve offended or hurt. I wish I could apologize to everyone individually, but I don’t want to trigger anyone because I know some people will be willing to turn a new leaf with me, and others will completely reject the notion. Either or, you have that right to feel that way, and I take full responsibility for any animosity you have towards me. If there is something I can do for you, if I’ve hurt you, or even if i haven’t, please let me know. And I will do my damn best to do it. You can take my word for it, or not but I am so healthy right now, and from here on out, I’m only going to do good for everyone around me. I want to bring you decent custom content, help you out with stuff (personal or creation) and be there for everyone the way everyone has been there for me. I don’t want to let my friends down, I don’t want to let me down, and I don’t want to let simblr down, not ever again. 

-Jade 

I Like Girls (Veronica x Reader)

Prompt: Can you do something where Archie (or another victim of your choice) tries to kiss the reader or something, but it turns out they are a lesbian. And so Veronica finds out they have a crush on her and teases them and lots of fluff. (Lol if you don’t do stuff other than jughead that’s fine)

A/N: Literally love this idea so much as I have such a crush on Veronica anyways. I’m going to use Chuck as my wonderful victim. I thought about using Archie but that boy is clueless with everything. Requests are Welcome!

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I Like Girls (Veronica x Reader)

For the past 10 minutes, Chuck has been trying to hit on you while you stared at him with a bored look on your face. You knew you were gay. You’ve known for the past 4 years but as fresh meat in Riverdale, not many people knew that.

Kevin, who was standing next you trying not to die laughing, knew you were gay the second you walked in the school doors. He compliments that he has a great gaydar when in reality, he caught you glancing at Cheryl Blossom’s beautiful ass. (oh my god that ass of hers is heaven)

“So You, Me, and Pop’s?” Chuck asks as you glance at Kevin, who’s actually dying against your locker.

“Um, Chuck, is it? I’m sorry I’m just not interested.” You shrug as Kevin lets out a snort, making you giggle a little.

“Oh Come on, Baby. One night with me, and you’ll be interested!” You and Kev share a look. Should you let him entertain the thought that you could possible like him or tell him there’s absolutely no way you could like him if you tried?

You were too nice and too gay to lead him on so you speak up, “Chuck. I’m gay. Like SUPER fucking gay.” Kevin laughs. “Like I would rather date Cheryl or Veronica than you or any other guy.”

Chuck pauses and the smile drops on his face. “You could have just said you weren’t interested.”

You roll your eyes and turn to kevin as Chuck walks away. “Why do all guys do that?”

He smiles down at you. “Cause they’re all clueless idiots.”

“So True.”

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Reasons to be kind to yourself

Aries- You are protective, spirited and full of light. Reacting to things as they happen with full force can show vulnerability, but this is refreshing in a way, authentic. You can pick yourself back up again, and have the spirit of a reckless warrior. 

Taurus-You know the meaning of value, even if materialism tries to lead you astray. You are devoted to the people you care for, your own sense of self and your principles. You can be present with yourself even when others have flit and flown elsewhere.

Gemini- You can distract, enlighten and brighten people in heavy situations. You have a mind that switches and changes, which can be exhausting. You have the talent of conversing well with people of all walks of life.

Cancer- Because the world isn’t black and white or linear, but rather an ever shifting place, like you. You understand what it means to nurture and to empathise, even if this can make you feel heavy. You can feel hurt from those around you, and you need to be a place of refuge.

Leo- Lead in this lesson and others will follow. You are loyal, loving and care for the innocent, even if you are the vulnerable figure many times. Kindness leads to just rulership over egoism resulting from insecurity, reassure yourself like a mother would.

Virgo- You are often kind to everyone else. This may encourage needs of perfectionism to soften slightly, or at least give yourself credit for what you have already done. Your know the meaning of duty, even the grueling fatigue of it, and everyone deserves kindness after helpfulness.

Libra- You flourish creatively in balanced and harmonious environments. You may manage loneliness better when the only person you are with has some self gratitude, and this is likely to reflect in partners and friends anyway. It is a magnetic aura to have, enchanting others.

Scorpio- You have powerful knowledge that can feel like a burden, knowing the wants and motives of others. You are tenacious and take a moral stance against betrayal. You know that self-blame/hatred only leads down paths best left alone, so other ways are beneficial. 

Sagittarius- Snap decisions may be softened should you give yourself time to use your magic intuition and self trust. You are warm, humorous and full of intelligent, pondering thought. At your brightest moments, you tend to manifest your hopes and dreams.

Capricorn- You bear much without one word spoken. The world can feel heavy, without your own worries being placed on top of it. You are determined, supportive and full of wisdom, and this radiates to others from someone that has mastered something so difficult at times.

Aquarius- You are the guardian of the collective, not an easy task. You can be chaotic and unruly, yet often remain principled in your own way. Objective insight comes more clearly when you are without niggling doubts. You redefine what it means to stay true to yourself.

Pisces- When you are kind to yourself, you are kind to everyone else. An unstable sense of self means that you are receptive to the people around you, which can be a wonderful trait. Loathing makes you heavy, fills you to the brim, whereas acceptance makes you lighter.

Everyone deserves a second chance.

Summary: Loki has turned a new leaf, and has taken residence at the tower. That doesn’t mean everyone trusts him. It’s family night, and everyone is invited but him. You decide to spend some time with Loki in his room.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Language.

A/N: WOOOHOOO!!!!! Finally I uploaded something!!! Tasha Tuesday tomorrow, and some more Bucky on the way too!

Originally posted by lokis-quinn

Ever since Loki got to the tower, you could say things have changed. The easy going, peaceful atmosphere has all but diminished. Everyone is either terrified of the God, or just down right hate him. I believe in the power of positive attitude and kindness. I believe he has changed his ways, but I also think treating him as if he’s a monster will just turn him back into one. I’m not saying I expect everyone to treat him like family immediately, I understand what he’s done and what he’s tried to do. I don’t expect them to accept him with open arms, especially Clint. I’ve caught him with an arrow towards him and I’ve had to stop him. I didn’t figure I’d have to tell a man with 3 kids not to shoot an arrow at a new ally.

As ‘family’ night in the avengers tower is in full swing, I can’t help but feel guilty as literally the only one who wasn’t invited was Loki. Even Thor is here.

“Come on, (Y/N) lighten up. It’s family night!” Tony slaps me on the back, causing me to spit my wine out. Glaring up at him, I put my wine glass on the table.

“It doesn’t really feel like family night.” He raises an eyebrow at me.

“Something wrong?” Steve comes up behind me, resting his hand on my shoulder. I shrug his hand off my shoulder.

“How can we really call this family night when the newest member of our ‘family’ is never invited, and we make no effort to make him feel welcome?” I throw my arms up, walking out of the kitchen. I hear Steve sigh, and I can sense him following me.

“What do you want Steve?”

“Where are you going?” I turn to face him. Maybe it’s PMS, because I’m usually not this highly emotional, but I can feel tears prick my eyes.

“I’m going to go see Loki, because I seem to be the only one who believes in him and I want to spend time with him.” Steve keeps up with me, his hands in his pockets.

“Look, (Y/N) I know how you feel. Really, I do. But he made his bed, and now he has to lay in it.” I turn sharply, and I can only hope the glare I had on my face would kill a man.

“I don’t know about you, Captain, but I believe every man can change his ways. I think Loki is a prime example of that.” He crosses his arms, spreads his legs and looks at the ground, before looking up at me.

“This is Loki we’re talking about here, (Y/N). The God of Mischief and Lies. He can make you think anything about him that he wants you to. He’s dangerous.” I roll my eyes for the one-too-manyth time today.

“That’s rich coming from the man who said, and I quote “There’s only one God ma’am, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t dress like that.” Does that ring a bell to you, Captain Rogers?” I think for once, I’ve struck the man speechless. It feels good. Empowering.

“Now, please excuse me. Someone has to let him know he’s wanted around here, even if you don’t.” He uncrosses his arms, running his right hand through his hair.

“(Y/N) that’s not what I meant and you kn-”

“Goodbye, Rogers. Enjoy family night.” I’m in the elevator with the doors closing before he can finish his sentence. I don’t think that was too harsh, right? Considering the shit way they’ve been treating Loki.

I understand how dangerous the man is, believe me, I was there when we fought him and the chitauri. I also believe in second chances. Now I know, world domination is a REALLY big thing to have to forgive, and as I’ve stated before, I do not expect everyone to forgive him and be his best friend. He has a long road ahead to make people trust him again, and he’s acutely aware of that. And even if he has no one else, he’ll have me. And I hope that means something to him.

Coming to Loki’s door, I knock firmly twice, awaiting his response. The door opens on its own, no doubt with a little help from his magic. Entering his room, which is decorated with green, gold and black. Did you expect anything else? He lays perched on his bed, his back resting against the headboard, and a book in his left hand, a book he’s no doubt read numerous times, and his right hand behind his head. He looks at me out of the corner of his eye.

“Good evening, pet.” My cheeks become hot at this new nickname of his, he just recently started calling me said name.

“Good evening, Loki.”  He closes his book, and sets it in his lap, leaning towards me and raising an eyebrow.

“Why are you not with your comrades? It is, family night is it not?”  I sigh, looking down at my hands, and twiddling with my fingers.

“It is, I just thought you could use some company. If you don’t mind, that is.” He grins, setting his book on his large, black bedside table.

“How considerate of you, darling. Come, sit.” He gestures to the spot next to him on his massive bed. I don’t know why, but Loki has always been intimidating to me. I’m not afraid, no. He doesn’t scare me, not anymore at least. His presence DEMANDS respect, way more so than Thor. I thought meeting the God of thunder and fertility was difficult, meeting Loki is a whole new ball game. He is stunning in a way no mortal man could ever compete with. Him and Thor are both similar, and yet total opposites. They’re both visually stunning, in their own respects. Thor is powerful, in every sense of the word, and strikingly handsome. He’s cheery, humble, and kind. He is sunshine, while he controls the rain.

Loki is devastatingly handsome, in ways Thor could never accomplish. He’s clever, witty, dark and humorous. He’s romantic, and whimsical. It takes all these qualities to make him the God of mischief and lies, and he does not disappoint.  Perhaps it is these features that has caused me to fall so hard for him..

Doing as he asks, I sit next to him on the bed, moving cautiously, as not to stardle him. Not that I ever could, but just to be on the safe side, I take my time.

“How has your evening been, Loki?” He smirks, turning to face me.

“Quite enjoyable, really. More so now. What have I done to deserve your presence darling?” I bite my lip, looking down into my lap.

“I-I just thought maybe you didn’t want to be alone, and I don’t like the thought of family night when the newest of our family was up in his room alone.” He scoots closer to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

“Mmm, I see. I’m glad you decided to stop in and visit me. Although I must confess, this is not anything new to me, pet. I’m used to being left out. You needn’t trouble yourself with me. My past decisions led me to where I am now, and I must live with the consequences. Do not fret over me, pet. I shall be fine.” I turn to face him, licking my lips and taking a deep breath.

“Nobody deserves to live a life of solitude, Loki. You’ve made some bad choices, yes. The world will probably never see you as good ever again, but that shouldn’t mean the ones you call friends and family never will again. I was THERE, Loki, I saw what happened. I fought against you and almost got killed in the process, I’ve saved many lives, and lost even more. But I believe a man can change, and I believe you have. If nothing else, we as your new comrades should have some faith in you, even if just a little.” During my whole speech, he was looking deep into my eyes, trying to find a lie, or a stretch of the truth, of which I knew he wouldn’t find. He licks his lip, before drawing it into bite on it.

“Why? Why do you believe in me? I do not deserve it.” I sigh.

“Everyone deserves someone cheering them on in their own little corner.” He smirks, bringing his hand up to cup the back of my head, before pulling me closer to him and leaning in.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” I lick my lips, whilst staring at his own.

“What are you waiting for then?” He needs no more convincing, he leans up, capturing my lips with his own. The kiss is slow, but passionate. There’s no need to rush here, we have all the time in the world.

Originally posted by painfulblisss

“What will your friends think of this?” He asks once he pulls away, licking his bottom lip.

“I don’t give a damn what they say.” He chuckles.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

FIN.

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reasons why that whole darn episode was amazing:

  • marlon’s fACE when faith makes a break for it is p r i c e l e s s
  • “she’s like the usain bolt of grandmas.” “who needs a wheelchair?”
  • rob being so upset that the wedding wasn’t perfect and aaron not caring because all that was important to him was that, at the end of it all, robert was his husband
  • i know i’ve said this at least six times now but i cannot even believe they got married in the damn garage they fucked for the first time in
  • also the garage is so much more significant than that? like, that’s where aaron attempted suicide, it’s where he first started to really grow up and be responsible, not to mention that’s where robert made the first attempt at even a friendship, never mind the affair
  • “remind me why i’m marrying you and your massive ego again?”
  • aaron’s little choked up, emotional giggle at the end of the “i wasn’t expecting you to do the whole ‘til death do us part’ thing” i mean the lad honestly sounds like he could cry of happiness at that moment
  • “that’s how it works, idiot” i love how this has just become their pet name
  • i really, really love how they keep coming back to the “but you know” “i know” thing
  • “i never thought i’d have this with anyone. and i never though i’d have it with you.”
  • foreheadkissforeheadkissforeheadkiss
  • all of aaron’s little smiles because aaron dingle’s happiness is my happiness
  • charity ringing the bell i love her like as much as she teases them she loves them
  • ADAM
  • the damn pink confetti
  • diane “break his heart and you’re dead” sugden is my queen
  • the “drink from the welly!” chant
  • cain, who once beat the absolute daylights out of robert, getting annoyed with him when he’s taking too long to do it
  • paddy’s “he does love you. i think anyone can see that.” he’s going to start accepting rob’s presence in aaron’s life
  • also the whole padron scene, i’m so glad they’re slowly fixing them paddy just needs to stop being so wrapped up in his damn self
  • “better go and rescue my husband”
  • just anytime they refer to each other as “husband” i mean really
  • “one’s enough, i like him conscious”
  • the way rob steadies himself on aaron after the welly idk why i like that so much i just do
  • ADELE
  • the way rob grips aaron’s face as he kisses him in front of everyone and doesn’t even care #charactergrowth
  • if you blink, you’ll miss it, but right as the camera pans over before they disappear behind chas as she walks past them you can see rob gently kiss aaron’s neck
  • the way robert presses his face into aaron’s shoulder, his lil smooshed nose, and the way they both light up when they see chas
  • faith calling rob “blondie” does she even know his damn name? anyway if they wanna make rob and faith best friends i’m here for it
  • speaking of robert’s friends, robert has friends!! even if they were just background randoms that he never actually interacted with! but where the f was bob?!
  • how peaceful aaron looks in robert’s arms
  • robert and belle interaction, that made my life
  • robert’s drunk stumble (which is mostly ryan’s post-surgery knee)
  • “oi, have you seen me husband? dead grumpy, but he doesn’t look bad in a suit.”
  • the way reality hits aaron like a freight train at the end of the ep broke my damn heart but was beautifully acted god bless u ryan and danny
  • mr. dingle and mr. sugden
  • robert knowing aaron’s not fine
  • “i don’t wanna leave ya” “i don’t want you to go”
  • aaron apologizing to robert destroyed my heart like yeah thanks i didn’t need that or anything
  • “you’ll come home to me, and we’ll never look back”
  • also, the weird cover of ‘please don’t stop the music’ playing behind them in that scene
  • and of course, that beautiful wide shot of just them in the night with some candles, clinging to each other because they’re the most important things in the world

anonymous asked:

Hi! I really like your blog! And I request if that's okay! Can you write the reactions that the RFA would have when they see that MC doesn't have a limbs. And mc never told them because "you guys never asked". Thank you!!

I’m not too sure what you mean by “doesn’t have a limbs” (any limbs? a limb?) so I’m just going to go with amputee MC who’s missing an arm ^^; Note: MC’s prosthetic is smth like Kaitlyn Dobrow’s if you’re wondering. Her channel is rad as heck so check iT OUT

Yoosung

The moment he set eyes on you, he tears up and you’re like “??!!??”

“I didn’t know… But it’s okay!!! I think you’re still really pretty. And your arm looks cool…” A sniffle, then: “Did you not tell us because… you felt self-conscious…?” 

In truth, he usually feels pretty damn insecure about himself after hanging around wealthy, talented and attractive people all day. His insecurities suddenly looks super small compared to what you must have to deal with, though. So he prepares this entire speech inside his head and you’re like:

“Oh it just didn’t occur to me to tell you guys. You never asked haha.” And goes on smiling, radiating confidence and beauty and grace and boi he’s smi t t en. He goes on crying, the speech turning into some babble about his fears and how he admires your ability to go through life being chill af. You hug him lots tbh pls hug him lots he trie s  hi s  b est

Jaehee

She doesn’t comment on it at first, trying to Play It Cool. But you can tell she has questions and often acts awkwardly because she isn’t sure how to approach it. So you casually bring it up in a joking manner.

“Can you open the jam jar for me? Metal hands sucks at lids.” 

She rushes over immediately and the moment the jar lid pops open, the questions comes flowing. “Does it hurt? What happened? If you don’t mind me asking!! You don’t have to reply, of course… Is it alright if I hug you like this? How about like this? Does it get in the way when I do this?” Jaehee pls how are you gonna reply if she doesn’t stop talki n g

She listens to your answers with no judgement, only curiosity. Her eyes lights up with love and adoration with every passing moment as she grows to understand you more. There’s still some sadness in her though, wishing that she could do more for you even after you reassures her that you are mostly content with how things are. 

ZEN

He smiles naturally when he greets you and treats you like a princess. Sweet words and pet names flow like honey from his lips and you soak it all up. For the first time, you feel truly precious, though you do wonder if he’s only so calm because he’s an actor.

The first comment he makes on your arm is: “Can I sign my name on it?”

It’s followed by a bit of flustered rambling. “Y’know, like, with a sharpie? When I had a cast on my leg a lot of people wanted to sign it— of course, I’m not saying that it’s the same thing I just… Is this a dumb question?” You manage to assure him that he’s fine, and laughed. A lot. Poor boy doesn’t know what to do with himself. You ask him why he doesn’t seem surprised with your arm even though you forgot to tell everyone and he blushed.

“It’s not that… I am surprised. And I want to ask you a lot of questions but I don’t want it to get in the way of our first meeting, you know? I wanted this to be perfect.” 

Jumin

He does know quite a lot about disabilities, given that his best friend is currently blind and he has had experience with customers/clients/employees who are disabled before. So there isn’t any awkwardness when you two meet, and you soon realise that his protectiveness has nothing to do with your missing arm.

“Jumin, It’s fine. I’m safe. I’ll call you as soon as I get home, alright?” It’s only then that he glances at your prosthetic.

“Alright. However, I do wish you’d wear the dress for the party. You’d look stunning in it. And…” He pulls out a box, opens it and presents it to you. In it is an arm that ooks like it has been meticulously designed by a team of artists, not a hospital. A piece of royalty— emerald green highlighted by gold, carved into the shape of a shoulder guard that looks like it should belong to a medieval armour. And, you’d later find, it fits you perfectly.

“I contacted your doctor for guidance.” He says with a light shrug, cheeks dusted a light pink. He luvs u lots

707/Saeyoung

O boi he does n o t get a nice reveal.

You have been using one of your more realistic prosthetics so he never noticed from the cameras. And he mostly stays out of your medical documents out of respect for your privacy, only paying attention to your criminal records and schooling when doing your background check. His reveal comes midway through your scuffle with Unknown— a sharp yank and a faulty clasp results in your arm literally ripping off your body.

You’ve never seen someone so shocked and genuinely horrified before.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He jumps straight to the point after the danger has passed and you could see leftover panic shaking his entire frame. Your reason dies in your throat— you’ve honestly just forgotten and scared him half to death because of it. Tears started to fall from under his glasses, thoughts racing faster than his heartbeat of what he could’ve and should’ve done, but never did to ensure your safety. “Do you know how much danger you were in? If he had known before I did, he could have taken advantage of that. He c-could have taken you.

“I—… I’m so sorry.” o no ur crying too :c

He halts in his pacing, stuttering breaths calming down as he looks at you. No, the only one to blame is him and his incompetence. “I’m sorry I—” He wilts. “I shouldn’t have yelled. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Mr. Jealous || Jughead Jones

Prompt from anon: 2,21 with jughead jones please

“If you’re going to keep running your mouth like that, I can think of a few ways to make you shut up.”

“Jealousy isn’t cute on you.”

The reader has been spending a lot of time with Archie working on a project and Jughead gets jealous.

A/N: For some reason, this took me 4 hours to write. Don’t know why.

Gif: @winchestheart

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Jughead Jones always saw Archie Andrews as a threat. Everyone loved him. Betty, Veronica, Cheryl, Kevin. Meanwhile Jughead was a loner. People were afraid to approach him. Archie on the other hand, people flocked to. You had been best friends with the both of them for years, but the incident between the two of them forced you to pick sides. After what Archie did, you know you couldn’t forgive him, not yet. If Jughead was wary of Archie, you were beyond paranoid. You knew exactly what went down and didn’t trust Archie one bit. Imagine your frustration when your history teacher paired you up with Archie for the end of the semester project. Joy. You wished you were paired up with Jughead but because he was in a different class, there was no chance of that happening. You decided not to tell him about you and Archie being paired up. Jughead was Jughead and you knew he would be stressed out by it. Despite you attempting to keep it a secret, your boyfriend of ten months found out anyway.

One night, Jughead was walking to your house, preparing to surprise you. He had wanted to hang out with you that night, but you had texted him saying you had too much homework. Jughead, having nothing to do that Thursday night, thought he would come over anyway and try to help you with the geometry you hated so much. What he saw through the living room window boiled his blood instead. He saw you with Archie, the two of you sitting close together, talking about something. Even laughing together. He had to restrain himself from marching right up to your door and beating Archie up (like that could happen.) He left instead, deciding to go to Pop’s, fuming all the way.

The next day at school, you couldn’t find Jughead anywhere. He seemed to have disappeared. Until your off period that is. You were opening your locker, preparing to put your textbooks away when you heard,

“What were you doing with Archie last night?”

You rose your eyebrows at your boyfriend’s jealous tone.

“How’d you know about that?” You asked, turning to him. “Were you stalking me? Because jealousy isn’t cute on you, Jug.”

He shook his head.

“No. You said you had a lot of homework, and I know how you can get when you’re overloaded with work so I decided to come over. Try and help you out. Then I saw you and Archie laughing through your window, and well…” he trailed off, realizing how he actually sounded, cringing at his words.

“Oh, seriously?” you asked, annoyed. “You really think we would do that, Jughead? That I would do that?”

Jughead looked down and you scoffed, putting your books into your locker.

“No, I just—it’s just that—“

“We were working on a history project together. Then we began catching up. He was telling me about football and his music. That’s it.” you said.

Jughead’s eyes popped open.

“We had a history project?” he asked.

You burst out laughing and closed your locker.

“Wow. You were so busy focusing on me and Archie that you didn’t realize we had a project due today worth 25% of your grade. Typical Jughead. Do you even know who your partner is?” you asked, feeling pity for the poor guy or girl saddled with your boyfriend.

He shook his head and said,

“Okay, but I had a valid excuse, I was worried about—“

If you’re going to keep running your mouth like that, I can think of a few ways to make you shut up,” you said, as you reached out to hold his hand, the two of you walking down the hall.

Jughead grinned slyly at you before you finished your sentence,

“First by helping you with that project! Come on, you have three periods until history. I’m sure there’s some supplies from the art room we can use to pull this thing together!” you called as you ran down the hallway.

Jughead sighed before running to catch up with you. What had he done to deserve such an awesome girlfriend like you?

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A/N: Let me know what you thought!

tbpdfw

Those Childhood behaviors & experiences that I now get knowing I have bpd like:

Oh yeah identity issues:

  • Not understanding why when actors’ spoke about a character they were playing they treated it like a separate person because for me playing pretend meant becoming that character, another version of myself
  • Transfixing on my friend’s TigerBeat magazines even though I didn’t care about celebrities and getting a subscription myself just for the quizzes 
  • Getting really attached to specific words or phrases that you thought fit you or that other ppl used to describe you (for me it was “unique”, “empath”, not “normal”)
  • Using others’ descriptions of you as the way to describe yourself and your role in your own life (has big eyes, has nice smile, intelligent, artist)
  • Going to the bathroom in school to escape and end up just staring at myself in the mirror and asking who am I? I don’t recognize myself
  • Taking in bad descriptions of yourself and mean comments as truth as well (annoying, loud, talkative, sensitive, judgmental; you interrupt too much, you complain too much, you always think you’re right)
  • Getting really attached to IPod Touch backgrounds and saving ones that I thought represented me
  • Saving screencaps of the results of random silly quizzes as if collecting “facts” about myself
  • Taking on personality traits from a TV show character I liked and wanted to be like, wanting to dress like them, and wanting ppl to call me by the character’s name as a nickname
  • Quoting “Forgive and forget, that’s my motto” from a TV show character because it sounded cool and Right even though it wasn’t at all true about myself
  • Trying to copy some self-harming techniques I had heard to make my depression feel more valid
  • Throwing out a chocolate with caramel inside even though I liked it because I had previously always said I hated caramel and couldn’t contradict that
  • Acting like moments between you and another person or you in general were part of a movie and you had an imagined script of what dramatic thing you should say

Wanting attention & validation:

  • Doing and saying whatever to make adults you liked laugh or give you positive attention 
  • Finished painting a picture I was proud of (around age 3-5), my friend/neighbor who I’m painting with just finished finger painting something as well. My mom praises her and calls her choice to finger paint creative. I immediately smear my entire picture with my fingers
  • Carrying around a book of writings that I covered the outside with notes about it being “top secret” and “do NOT read” in the hopes of attracting interest so that someone would try to read it
  • Telling my best friend I *insert suicide ideation here* to hear her reaction in the hope of concern and attention
  • Biting at my mouth and lips in attempts of (unsuccessfully) hurting myself and getting attention after reading the book Speak in which a girl does the same in response to trauma
  • Talking nonstop, loudly and quickly in attempts to be heard; Having problems interrupting people in conversation  as I was used to being ignored and having limited time to be heard
  • Oversharing in class about personal experiences

Black and white thinking

  • Seeing my darker shift in mood as the new “bad” me vs the younger happier idealized version of myself as the old “good” me
  • Drawing images of broken mirrors, broken hearts, and thorny plants to represent this Bad new me vs regular hearts and thriving pretty plants as the old Good me
  • Seeing ppl as either minor acquaintances or Best Friends, no inbetween  
  • Feeling like ppl, even best friends, couldn’t get me and therefore we shouldn’t be friends anymore
  • Getting mad at ppl for having different opinions because they were Wrong

Unstable moods; Depression and thoughts of suicide or self-harm 

  • Feeling broken, wrong and messed up constantly for not being as happy as I once remembered
  • Writing dramatic sad poems about a perceived loss of innocence aka growing up which I concluded was the reason for the change
  • Leaving class just to wander under the guise of going to the bathroom, linger at windows and fantasize about running away somewhere happy
  • Continuously thinking about and wanting to break the mirrors but knowing it would be messy and probably hurt and I’d get in trouble
  • Feeling like I wanted to die before knowing what that meant and feeling like no one could save me
  • Punching my desk and the school porcelain sinks to feel my knuckles sting; scraping my hands with pens by drawing rough repeated lines over the skin to “punish” myself for being “bad”
  • Self-harming before knowing what that meant
  • Prolonging eating to punish yourself with hunger but giving into eating eventually
  • Feeling weak about not being able to commit to doing serious harm to myself
  • Having episodes of loss of interest in all things I found fun; feeling numb
  • Erratic sleeping patterns
  • Wanting to call in sick from school or pretend your sick to stay home because you just feel awful and don’t know why
  • Wanting to die on the way to school, passively feeling okay with the thought you might get hit by a car or bus

Unstable relationships; Imprinting, FPs, (Perceived) Abandonment & Splitting

  • Getting super attached to my first best friend in kindergarten and being convinced we’d be best friends forever 
  • Coming home crying every other day the next year when she got new friends who all didn’t want me around them
  • “Testing out” a new friend group everyday to try and find a place I felt like I belonged  
  • Spending recess after recess walking around alone and watching all the other kids play together reasoning everyone has a friend but me
  • Not playing with other kids who invited me to because they weren’t my Best Friend (cough baby’s first FP cough)
  • Getting super attached to my new neighbor/friend and jumping at any chance to hang out with her even when she was mean to me or didn’t really want to hang out with me
  • When she suddenly started avoiding me and stopped talking to me after years of friendship I went from hurt to completely uncaring as if we were never friends at all
  • At my new school, I once again spent my time trying out new friend groups and dropping them when they didn’t fit me and ended up in the small assortment of “rejects” 
  • Going back and forth between being best friends, feeling better than them, feeling bad that they were putting energy into someone who really didn’t care
  • Feeling like I was pretending and didn’t care about them as much as they cared about me (none of them were my FP) and therefore we shouldn’t be friends at all 
  • Getting super attached to a new girl in school because I didn’t have any close friends and we were both Guyanese and therefore somehow connected; saying embarrassing things to her about how I felt detached from other friends and much closer to her in the span of only a few days
  • She told my other friend that I was like an annoying “dog” following her around and she switched schools within the next few weeks
  • I immediately into the “she never existed” mode of detachment 
  • Writing dramatically “I’m sorry I wasn’t a good friend to you when you were such a good friend to me” in my friend’s yearbook (knowing he wouldn’t see it until years later)
  • Getting super attached to and oversharing with teachers who showed me particular kindness and attention
  • Getting depressed when I noticed they showed kindness and attention individually to other students
  • Feeling not good enough or healthy enough to be in relationships

These are my personal experiences but maybe they are relatable to others with bpd.

((This is super long but I just felt like it needed to be said and shown that ppl with bpd often have signs of early symptoms in childhood that get worse later and that they often don’t understand until later. Hope this gives others with bpd some clarity.))

Feel free to share some of your own!

(EDIT: Remembered some more)

Dating Justin Foley would include:

Originally posted by justinfoleygifs


Anonymous asked: Can you write an imagine about what it’s like dating Justin Foley?

Ship: Justin Foley x Reader

Warning(s): Slight nsfw themes, mentions of home abuse.


- Comforting him about his family life, and whatever shitty boyfriend his mum has got at the moment, because you know he loves his mum, even if she doesn’t help him in the way he should.

- Him always coming to you when things go wrong, especially when he’s abused, you always help to clean his wounds, and calming him down.

- Always going to his games, and being the person at the front, who holds up the biggest sign saying “FOLEY:  If you were a basketball, I’d never pass because I want to keep you all to myself!” 

- Partying together, because after Hannah, you both want to forget, but never letting each other getting too out of control with the alcohol/drugs. Becoming   t-total in the end, because you both know what’s best for each other.

- He’s not huge on PDA in school when people are looking, but he loves stealing the occasional public kiss, when he thinks the jocks aren’t looking.

- The Jocks referring to Justin as the ‘changed man’, because ever since he began dating you, he’s changed for the better, he’s funny, even if he’s a little sappy now (yes with the lads too).

- Hickies, he makes sure they’re in obvious places, because he loves showing everyone that you’re his, nobody hits on you anymore, they know you’re taken. He loves the way they look on your skin, the contrast against paleness, and even though you complain when you figure out what he’s done, you like them too.

- Him getting jealous of all your male friends, especially Clay, because no boy can be that close friends with his girl, he definitely has an ulterior motive.

- Your parents adore him, he’s such a gentleman, he always cooks them dinner, gives your mum flowers, and he asked your dad for his permission before he asked you out (because you were best friends)

- He’s super into nicknames, at any chance he’ll call you babygirl, my girl, my princess, cutie and bonus points when you give him ones back, handsome, J, JJ, he looooves it, because it proves you two have something special.

- One of your favourite things about him, is his signature Justin Foley smirk™, he uses it when he knows he’s riled you up, and maybe that’s the reason why you like it so much.

- The flanter, he’ll always tease you, but you give as good as you get, “How come you blush when I whisper in your ear in class babe, hmm, it totally gives us away” “Well how come you get a hard-on Foley, surely that’s worse?” it usually ends as a make-out, especially when you’re home alone, or a quick exit from class for a ‘toilet break’.

snapped strings

on ao3

i dont know what happened today but all my friends started arguing and i spent almost two hours just crying. it was pretty bad. i wanted nothing more than for it all to stop or for someone to show up and just give me a hug

i dont think were going to be ok anytime soon

take some bullshit. the characterizations are kind of shit. i wrote half of this while crying and didnt reread it. im sorry


Marinette lunges for her headphones when she hears him land on the balcony. She wipes her cheeks with the sleeves of her sweater — not that it does much with how wet they are — and pretends she doesn’t hear him. Because she doesn’t want to hear him.

She doesn’t want him near her right now.

He knocks on the trapdoor.

She can’t find her headphones in her mess of a bed. Her phone is on the floor now, where she threw it in frustration after Alya left the chat angrily and Marinette’s tears turned into sobs.

She’s just happy her parents haven’t come up to see what’s wrong yet. She wants to be left alone. She doesn’t want him here.

He keeps knocking.

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Shy!Reader x Jimmy Darling [HCs]

Request: “If headcanons are open, could you maybe write some about Jimmy dating a shy girl that all these other guys want because of her figure? Thanks a ton :3” - Anon

Count: 13-ish

A/N: I’m a hoe for Jimmy this week wow

  • You probably met Jimmy somewhere like the Diner when he was wearing his gloves
  • But everyone [wherever you met at] thinks you guys are, like, the best couple ever
  • I mean??? This beautiful girl and the most charming boy ever???
  • He’d just walk up to you and sit down like it’s nothing
  • And he would probably catch on that you’re shy pretty quickly
  • But I think he just has that way about him, you know? Like he feels like an old friend or something, so you wouldn’t feel nervous
  • The two of you would just sit and talk until the place closed
  • And after a while of being friends, you’d start going out
  • Jimmy never failed to tell people that
  • Mainly because he was so proud of himself 
  • But when other guys came even relatively near you he got a little jealous
  • And he would automatically wrap his arm around you or pull you closer, making it clear that you’re his
  • I just think we all need a Jimmy in our lives, okay?