you seriously have the best body

this got like 4 times longer than I anticipated, I’m really sorry orz It’s basic beginning stuff I guess, stuff that you must have seen everywhere already but I can’t begin to tell you how important it is, at least to me, to know what the hell that mass you’re drawing is. Even if I’m not the best at it (and even if I could use some anatomy studying lately coughcough), it’s something I’m PASSIONATE about and something I consider you have to do, to learn and absorb in order to draw people and be happy with it. Because in my case, once I kinda sorta got the hang of drawing bodies, I felt my hand free, relaxed. I felt happy as hell with what I started being able to draw and I enjoyed drawing bodies 210%

okay but imagine that james wasn’t in the house that halloween. he was talking to dumbledore or out to get groceries or anything that has him out of the house. so lily is home alone but she still sacrifices herself for her son, so the curse still rebounds and hits voldemort and “kills” him. so harry is still the boy who lived, but james is alive

and of course it’s awful. it’s a terrible moment, burying lily. james is devestated and has no idea how he’s going to raise harry alone. he has to testify that peter betrayed the order, because he’s alive to pass on the knowledge that peter was his secret keeper, not sirius. sirius doesn’t go to prison because he’s too busy helping james cope with lily’s death to go after peter, and peter’s already faked his death by the time he can leave james. 

remus and sirius move in with james to help take care of harry, because he swears he can’t do it on his own. remus doesn’t have to focus on rent and food money because james tells him he’s family, so he can focus on a job he actually enjoys such as editing or writing, something freelance so he can take full moons off and no one will wonder why. 

sirius refuses to get any job beside full time babysitter, curls up as padfoot and keeps harry warm and safe, especially when the boy gets older and starts having nightmares about what happened to his mom. 

harry is raised in the wizarding world, with the most protective family of anyone he’s ever met, and invites ron and hermione over to his house during the summer and somehow padfoot always gets them into some sort of trouble. 

when harry goes through hardships at hogwarts, he always has his dad to turn to. james would stroke his hair back from his forehead and kiss his son’s scar and remind him, “your mother was the most brilliant witch there ever was and she’s watching over you, so you’ll never have to worry.” 

even when pettigrew comes back and revives voldemort, james is on the quidditch pitch the minute harry comes back with the cup and cedric’s dead body, remus and sirius right behind him and swearing he’ll destroy anyone who doesn’t take his son seriously. 

the fight at the ministry harry’s fifth year, james would remind sirius to keep focused, remind him not to get overwhelmed with adrenaline and to focus, and would watch not just harry’s back but his best friends’ too. when he sees sirius too focused on making fun to notice bellatrix amazing a curse straight at him, he dives in front of it to push sirius out of the way and ends up in St. Mungo’s after the fight, a little bruised and battered but with promises that he’ll heal and a sheepish apology from Padfoot in the former of an old, drool covered chew toy. 

when harry disappears seventh year, he and james keep in contact with the magical mirrors that belonged to sirius and james paces the kitchen every evening, listening to potterwatch and shrugging off Sirius’ shoulder on his hand telling him that their boy will be okay because he’s incredibly smart and incredibly brave and honestly mate how’d you make such an amazing boy? 

and then the fight at hogwarts happens. remus and sirius have each other’s backs and james just wants to find harry. he does, a little too late, being carried out of the woods in hagrid’s arms. he breaks down and drops to his knees and remus and sirius look at each other and think, “there is no way we can fix him after this.” 

but then harry is back and voldemort is dead and james’ face is tear stained and they’re all worn out and bruised but their family is alive and sirius, a little hesitantly, offers, “…so who wants ice cream?”

Halftime Show*

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ only
Summary: Chris and Reader have some naughty time together during the Super Bowl halftime show.
Word Count: 1.8k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT
Warnings: Swearing and unprotected sex. [Wrap your wang before you bang.]
Author’s Note: Might not be my greatest work since I wrote it in a hurry, but I couldn’t pass up this opportunity. Congrats to the Pats, by the way.

Originally posted by chrisxchrisxchris

“C'mon, you can do better… don’t fuck this one up, guys!” Chris yelled, clapping his hands as if he was the coach. “Don’t you dare to do this to us!”

Proud yelling, muttered cursing and stressed screaming everywhere around you in the VIP area of the stadium. The fans sitting, standing or jumping roared their stress out as your team was in a difficult time. The halftime was fast approaching and the Patriots struggled, facing the seemingly glorious Falcons.

“Don’t freak out. Relax, big boy,” you soothed, rubbing your boyfriend’s tensed back as he tapped his foot on the floor.

“How can we relax, Y/N?!” Scott, his brother told you and you rolled eyes, mentally noticing him he wasn’t helping at all.

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OT3 Ideas
  •  So the two of us are having this lovely lunch date at a cafe when some asshole on rollerblades crashes into our table and we all tumble to the ground together in a sprawl of limbs and bodies
  • We all like to sleep in the same bed at night, but somehow one of us always ends up pushing the other two off the fucking bed
  • I’m having this epic paintball fight and I’m recruiting team mates randomly so here you two take these guns and try not to get shot don’t ask questions oH SHIT HERE THEY COME
  • I’m sitting on a toilet in a public restroom and I’ve been singing because I thought I was by myself but all of a sudden two other people join in from the stalls around me and now we have this epic three part harmony going on, so this has to be the best poop break I have ever taken
  • You’ve been studying for this really tough test that’s coming up and the two of us know you need a break so we started a pillow fight but holy shit do you take this seriously oH MY GOD NO
  • So we’re on this long ass 12 hour flight and we’re sitting in a three seat setup in coach, and the person in the middle has fallen asleep so now us two on the end have made a game of how many things we can put on the middle person’s sleeping body/face before they wake up
  • WE’VE BEEN STUCK IN THIS ELEVATOR FOR EIGHT GODDAM HOURS AND IT’S REALLY FUCKING HOT SO I’M STRIPPING AND IF YOU TWO HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT THEN TAKE IT UP WITH MY BARE ASS
  • Ok one of you two flatfoots stole my wallet and I’m going to pat both of you down and helloooo I failed to realize how hot you two were
  • We all wore the same shirt today, and I so wore it better you copycat bitches
  • How did all three of us decide to rob the same fucking house on the same fucking night oh my fucking god
INTRODUCTION TO EXID!!

A master post of links because EXID comes back in two days and I’ve seen LOTS of new stans asking questions about who each member is/where to start, and I want EXID to come back to as many eager LEGGOs as possible. So hopefully this post will help get new fans and excited AND let some OG stans feel nostalgic and reminisce.

So, a quick history lesson EXID (Exceed In Dreaming) debuted in 2012 with LE, Hani, Junghwa, Dami, Yuji and Haeryeong. When Dami, Yuji and Haeryeon left (and Bestie was born), Solji (EXID’s former vocal trainer) and Hyerin were asked to join the team. And, thus, EXID was born. They almost disbanded a couple of times but toughed it out and proved a bunch of people wrong and now they’re coming back with their fourth mini albm, (And you can refer here to a long list of specific reasons to love EXID, but let’s get on with the videos!)

The Basics (where I personally feel ever fan should start): 

Solji (the leader, currently on medical leave):

LE (the rapper, and the woman who writes/composes ever song):

Hani (the “most popular” member who also does lots of MC work):

Hyerin (the unexpected vocal queen and variety star):

Junghwa (the visual maknae with the widely-beloved “hot body”):

Music Videos (Official MVs for singles):

Misc (other shit that LEGGOs love):

Non-singles that you should know:

Showtime (from summer 2015):

Weekly Idol:

Okay, new LEGGOs. Go forth. Prosper. Pre-order Full Moon. Stream it. Tell your friends. Write some LE/Junghwa fan fiction. Get an “Ah Yeah” tattoo. Change your blog title to a lyric from Velvet. Buy a bunch of curlers to keep in your bangs. I love you. Make Solji proud, and please support these amazing five  women and their amazing music.

All I’ve got II pt. 3

Jungkook x reader

genre: fucking fluff, angst, hints of smutty actions, badboy!jungkook, bestfriend!jungkook

word count: 12.6k


Jeon Jungkook was a tall guy, handsome with all those ethereal artwork tattooed on his arms..and your best friend. He was by your side whereas you faced a painful heartbreak, caressing your hurt soul for as long as you needed him. But how much can a friendship withstand if one of the two develops feelings?

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For the Best

Originally posted by machomanwrestlinghistory

The shield/OC- After talking with Bayley and riding with the boys, things start to slowly make sense.

Warning: this is a hot mess, spanking, a little daddy kink, a little bi.

(This is my first story is a super long time so y’all please let me know how you like it. Also writing this many people is a nightmare.ALSO I cant make titles for the life of me so ignore this shitty title.)


As the cool wind hit me I let out a faint sigh. A small shiver ran up my body as I rubbed my arms, trying to make the goose bumps go away. I was waiting in the garage of the arena waiting for my ride because Bayley bailed out on me again.


“I’m so sorry. Sasha just asked me to ride with her because she doesn’t want to be alone.” Bayley looked at me with a sad face but soon smirked at me, “You know the boys would probably take you and besides you guys are like best friends…even more?” Bayley nudge my arm at the last part, making me roll my eyes at her.

“Bayley I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. There is nothing going on between the Shield and me. We are just really good friends.” I looked with disbelief at Bayley as she started chuckling at my statement.

“Sure sure whatever you say, but maybe not say that to Dean.” Bayley said as she walked away towards the garage.


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Knight turned Damsel Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Parings: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Warnings: Language

Written by: @garyunwinimagines who sometimes goes by @chipedenspook1997

Notes: Once again I’m sorry it’s been so long, but here’s a long ass one! I really enjoyed writing this one, and I want to hear what you all think! If you want to know when I post next just hit the get notifications button as I stick to posting my imagines on here and the other shit on my main blog. Also do you want me to make a masterlist? I need responses people! 

Words: 3349 words. Yikes. I’m sorry.

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Don’t look down. Don’t look down (y/n).

You were repeating this mantra in your head as you were walking across an unsteady bridge. Mind you it was much too high for your liking for something of this structure. The thing is heights don’t really bother you, if you were on something stable or sturdy. This was neither and that didn’t sit well with you.

“Percival you need to hurry up!” Merlin’s voice echoed in your ear.

“Working on it Merlin,” You said.

So, continuing that mantra, you made your way across the bridge and to the site of you mission. Which was to save Eggsy. Cause for some reason he wouldn’t have sex with the target, and she was super pissed. Leading her to taking him to this hidden but extravagant amazon mansion.

Part, if not all of you was glad that he didn’t sleep with her. Only because of you very obvious crush on him. One that everyone but him knew about. Roxy had even flat out told him that you liked him when you weren’t in the room, but he still didn’t do anything about it. So that bring you to three weeks ago.

You gave up on him. You were still practically head over heels for him, but you pushed those feelings to the side and began dating your current boyfriend, Logan. Logan was nearly everything you wanted in a guy. Smart, funny, charming, loyal, and very attractive. He had these beautiful blue-green eyes that made you melt, and floppy brown hair, with a clean-shaven face. He treated you right, and made you feel very loved. He made you happy, but he wasn’t Eggsy. But who are you to be saying these things when Eggsy wasn’t yours to begin with?

Getting out of your own head, you made your way to the side of the building. You had no intel going in, so you prayed for the best as you snuck inside through an open window. You were in a bedroom and it was massive. It had to have been the room of the bitch who took Eggsy. Noticing a feminine figure laying down, you took the opportunity to cuff her to the headboard and place your hand around her throat. She giggled when the handcuffs clicked around her wrists, but turned over to see you and your extremely pissed off face. So naturally she screamed. There goes the element of surprise to anyone else in the mansion. So you cut to the chase.

“Where’s Eggsy,” You said.

“Who?” She replied looking absolutely clueless.

“The man you took two nights ago.”

“You mean Thomas?”

“Where. Is. He.” You punctuated each word with the tightening of your hand as you were losing patience.

Before she could answer someone else entered the room. You turned your head to see,

“Logan?”

“(Y/n)? What are you doing here?”

That was when you noticed the lack of clothes he was wearing. Shirtless with a towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, and his hair still damp from a shower.

“Question is what are you doing here?” Your hand relaxed around the bitches throat. That was when she took the chance to actually speak up.

“Do you know her babe?” She asked. Babe? BABE!

“That’s my girlfriend,” He said coolly.

“You motherfucker!” You yelled.

You lunged for him, and used your leg and wrapped it around his neck, knocking him out. You turned back to the woman, eyes darkened with rage you stalked over to her and punched her in the face. Not only did she kidnap Eggsy, she was fucking your boyfriend.

“Now where the fuck is he!” You said.

“Ask your boyfriend,” She smirked.

“You fucking cunt!” You punched her again, but before you could land another hit, Logan’s arms wrapped around you and he threw you over his shoulder. You kept hitting and kicking him, but he only laughed. You calmed down just enough to ask him the same question you asked him earlier.

“What are you doing here Logan?”

“That’s just what I’m about to show you, as you’ll be the next part of it (Y/n),” He said with an evil laugh that you have never heard come out of his mouth before.

Where was the Logan you knew? The Logan who you cared about, the one who you began to fall in love with? You were silent as you thought of what you were going to say next.

“How long have you been cheating on me?” The words hurt for you to say.

“The entire time,” The moment those words left his mouth your heart shattered.

It was bad enough that you caught him cheating, but to hear him say that absolutely killed you. To feel that you were never enough for him that he needed somebody else to be happy.

“We’re here,” He said. “Now don’t run darling or I’ll have to hurt you.”

He grinned devilishly at you then left. Not that he’s already hurt you today. So you looked around and saw disfigured bodies organized and sculpted to be like a piece of art. You stared at the bloodied bodied is awe and horror. Until a faint groan caught your attention. Strapped to a chair in the center of the room was Eggsy. You ran to him and checked his pulse, it was steady but weak.

“Merlin, are you getting this?” You said.

“Yes Percival. Lancelot and I are on our way. Hold tight.”

You turned your attention back to Eggsy.

“Come on Eggsy wake up,” You said and tried waking him by shaking his shoulder.

That action earned you another groan. At least he’s responding. Even if he’s not opening his eyes. Which changed when Logan returned to the room and slammed the door behind him.

Enraged he yelled, “Do you know him?”

“He’s my partner at work that I told you about.”

“He’s Eggsy?” He said and you nodded.

“I know, I just wanted to hear you say it,” He smirked and left the room once more.

Anger once again started to build up inside you, and you stood up and were about to leave the room when you heard a weak voice behind you.

“(Y/n)? What’cha doin’ ‘ere?” Eggsy slurred.

You finally got a good look at his battered face. To think that the person you were dating did this to your best friend just about killed you. You saw him try to focus on you, but was having a rough time doing so.

“Here to save your stupid ass,” You said.

He rolled his eyes at your statement and then tried to smirk. The split lip and black eye made that impossible without hurting himself.

That’s when you came back to your senses. Looking around more closely this time, you notice the body sculpture was in the shape of a throne. That had a staircase leading up to it with bodies reaching up towards the throne. There were smaller thrones to the left and right of the main one. All composed of dead bodies. How many people have they killed? Why did they do such a horrific thing?

Those questions would have to be answered later. Cause you needed to focus on getting yourself and Eggsy out of there before the two of you were a part of that throne.

Turning your attention back to Eggsy, you took the pin holding your hair back and sliced through the ropes holding him to the chair. Once they were cut, he slumped over and started to fall asleep. You slapped his cheek and told him to stay awake. When you tried to get him up, you were met with resistance on his part.

“’M fine (y/n), I’ll wait for Merlin. Get outta ‘ere,” Eggsy said half awake. “I just wanna take a nap. Night love.”

He plopped back down on the chair and closed his eyes. You had enough of this shit, so you backhanded him across his face. His head snapping to the other side as you cupped his jaw and forced him to look at you.

“Don’t you dare close your eyes Eggsy Unwin,” You said.

“Come on love, it’s only a nap,” He whined.

Before you could reply, Logan re-entered the room. He smirked at first, until he saw you tending to Eggsy. His eyes slightly closed, nostrils flared, and a harsh scowl crossed his lips.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” He exclaimed.

“None of your business you cheating asshole,” You said.

“Oh, I think that it’s my business (y/n). You are my girlfriend-”

“Ex.”

“Excuse me?”

You turned to stare at him as you clarified, “Ex as in you’re my ex-boyfriend.”

As soon as the last syllable left your lips, he rushed towards you and grabbed your shoulders. Gripping them tight enough that you could feel the bruises forming beneath your skin. While his eyes pierced through yours.

“Since when do you think that? Since I started doing this for us? Creating this place where you would be immortalized by my side as I take over the world?”

You remained silent and clenched your jaw, cause who wouldn’t after what you’ve found out?

“Since she realized that you’re a dick,” Eggsy said.

You chuckled and Eggsy grinned back at you. Logan didn’t find that funny one bit and released his grip on you as he stormed over to Eggsy. Who by the way was still grinning like an idiot. Logan pulled his arm back ready to punch him in the jaw, but before he could hit him you lunged towards him and tackled him. Logan’s eyes, now full of rage, were directed towards you. He went to throw a punch, and you easily dodged it by quickly moving your head to the left. The two of you quickly stood up and taking his slightly slower response, you brought your right leg up to kick his left side. He slumped from the impact. You then took off your bracelet and quickly attached it to his wrist and flipped the tiny switch. You stood back as you watch Logan’s body seizure from the electricity coursing through his veins. You gotta love the gadgets you get to use.

Looking back over to Eggsy, you saw him smiling the best he could with his split lip and other facial injuries as you went back over to help him up.

“What’s that look for?” You said.

“Watching my knight in shining armor being a total badass,” He said still smiling towards you.

“Seriously Galahad? I don’t think many knights have boobs,” You rolled your eyes jokingly as he laughed.

“But the whole role reversal thing with me being-”

“The damsel in distress. I know,” He started coughing.

You looped your arm around his waist while he slung his arm around your shoulders as you made your way out of the room. The two of you were oddly silent. With the silence, you let your mind wander. Like how toned Eggsy felt beneath the tattered shirt, the amount of heat radiation off him. To how it would feel to be pinned underneath him. A crackling in your ear brought you out of your thoughts before you were too far gone, and it was Merlin announcing his arrival and to meet him outside.

Hobbling your way outside, the pair in the plane rushed to your aid so they could get you the help that you needed.

“You two look like hell,” Merlin said.

“Merlin! Don’t tell that to their faces!” Roxy said.

You would’ve laughed, but you weren’t in the mood to after the events that occurred today. You just sat there with a blank expression on your face as you made it back to the mansion. They rushed Eggsy off the plane, and you followed them wanting to make sure that Eggsy is all right.

Roxy pulled you aside and told you to, “Get some rest (Y/n), I’ll get Eggsy to medical.”

You nodded and started to walk towards your room you had for situations like this where you just couldn’t make it home. Which was more often than you’d like it to be. Before you got too far, a hand gently but firmly grabbed your arm. Your body tensed until you heard who it was.

“Relax (Y/n). It’s just me,” Merlin said and you felt relieved. “Are you alright?”

Merlin was like a second father to you. He looked out for you as much as he could.

“’M fine Merlin.”

“(y/n).”

“I’m going to bed. Night.”

You quickly made your way to your room. Closing the door behind you and flopping down onto your bed. You wanted to cry, but couldn’t and just felt broken and hopeless. Looking to your nightstand you saw two framed pictures.

One was of you and Logan, smiling and looking into each others eyes when you were walking through the park after a dinner date one night. You looked so in love and happy. Just taunting you with the new revelations of the day. Grabbing the gun you still had strapped to your side, you pulled it out, aimed it and fired. Your arm fell back to your side as the gun fell out of our loose grip.

Banging was heard outside your door. Merlin, who was accompanied by Roxy and Eggsy, who was cleared by medical mere minutes before the shot was heard.

“(Y/n)! Open the fucking door!” Roxy yelled.

“(Y/n)!” Merlin yelled.

“Love! (Y/n), please open the door,” Eggsy pleaded.

The three continued it, that was until they realized that you never locked your door when you entered. They busted in to see shattered glass, your discarded gun on the floor, blood dripping down your hand. Eggsy ran over to your side, and the moment when his skin made contact with yours, you shot up. That when he noticed the picture frame that had a bullet hole where Logan’s head should be.

His face fell into your mattress as his shoulders were shaking with silent sobs. That was when you noticed the panicked and worried looks that Merlin and Roxy gave you. Not really wanting to talk, you turned your head towards the frame. The two of them got the hint and visibly relaxed. Then leaving the room to give you and Eggsy some time alone. The two of you stayed there in silence.

“’M fine Eggsy,” You said and his head shot up as his beautiful eyes were puffy and bloodshot as his face had that one crinkle under his eyes when he was truly terrified.

He brought his hands up to your face and cradled it between his rough hands. Looking you right in the eyes.

“Don’t ya ever scare me like that again love,” He said.

“That’s kinda hard to do with-” He cut you off by pressing his lips against yours.

He pulled away before you could do anything about it.

“Got it?” He whispered.

His hot breath fanned across your face. You nodded and leaned into feel his lips against yours once more. The two of you were content with just gliding your lips across each other’s until you felt and uncomfortable pressure between your legs. Squeezing your thighs together, you pressed your bodies together even more.

Eggsy’s tongue traced the seam of your lips, you grant him access as you let your tongues intertwine. He slowly rose from his spot by your bed so he was laying on top of you. His hands then left your cheeks and went to your hips. Gripping them lightly and pulling them closer to you. A moan escaped your lips as you felt the growing bulge nudging up against your thigh. That was when everything became too real for you. You quickly pushed him away and couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“I…I..I can’t do this Eggsy,” You said in the quietest voice you could muster.

“(y/n). Love,” Eggsy said while he tried to look you in the eye.

“Please don’t Eggsy. Can you just leave me? Please?” You asked.

The room was silent after you said those words. You still couldn’t meet his gaze. That’s when you felt his hands cup your cheeks once more. You screwed your eyes shut, refusing to make eye contact with him. You could feel him move your face to meet his.

“(Y/n). Please open your eyes,” Eggsy’s voice matched your own in volume.

“I can’t,” You said and he chuckled.

“Yes ya can (y/n), now open those beautiful eyes for me.”

“No Eggsy. I can’t. I can’t do this,” Your eyes shot open and saw the utter devastation and heartbreak in his eyes. “I want to so so badly, believe me. But everything is still so fresh. And…and I don’t want to do this if you don’t feel the same. Please don’t say anything and just leave me be until I – until it doesn’t feel so fresh.”

Tears were falling down your face. More fell when Eggsy’s hands left your face and he made his way to the door. The sound of the door opening never came. He stood there, still facing the door as the tension in the room grew thicker by the second. Eggsy then turned around, chest huffed out, jaw set, and a determined look in his eyes.

“No,” He said forcefully.

“What?” You managed to squeak out.

“I’m not leaving you. I’ll never leave you again! Do ya know what it’s like to love someone you could never have, or never deserve? Then to have them tell you they don’t think you feel the same way about them? Cause I love ya so fucking much (Y/n) (L/n)!” He said and started to walk towards you. “I’ve been in love with you for so long (Y/n), and I thought that Rox was shittn’ ‘round with me when she said that you liked me. Guess she was right. But once I saw ya with Logan, I knew that I couldn’t compete.”

He had made his way back to your side. Your mouth was wide open in shock as you heard his proclamation.

“He was perfect for you, well until today, but-”

“You could never compete with him,” You whispered.

“What?” He asked.

“You never had to compete with anyone Eggsy. It was always you. Always.”

Eggsy beamed at you. You could feel the happiness radiating off him as he swooped down and connected your lips once again You were smiling into the kiss as your hands were tangled in his hair, bringing his mouth closer to yours.

On one particular tug, you pulled back in pain. Remembering that there were still glass shards in your hand. You smiled sheepishly.

“Wanna fix me up?” You said.

“I’d love to, but I’d get too distracted by ya love.”

Wordlessly, Eggsy picked you up bridal style and carried you down multiple corridors to reach the medial rooms. Upon entering one of the rooms, you were greeted by Merlin.

“What’s up Doc?” Eggsy grinned from ear to ear.

“Cheeky bastard. What did you need?” He asked.

“(y/n)’s hand needs stichin’ up.”

“No it doesn’t. Just take out the damn glass yourself Galahad. Don’t forget to bandage her hand up as well,” Merlin said then left.

“Come on you big baby. You can do it,” You teased.

That resulted in him laying you down on the bed and grabbing the supplies he needed. Once he started removing the glass, he would kiss the top of your hand in each spot he had just removed the shard from. So, a five-minute job turned into a 30 minute ordeal.

Once it was all taken care of, you made it back to your room. You cleaned up your mess from earlier, and then oh so graciously flopped onto your bed completely exhausted from today.

“Night Eggsy,” He laughed as you hadn’t bothered to change clothes still, and that your face was right in the pillow.

“Night love,” He replied and kissed the top of your head. You fell asleep with a smile on your face, and a life a little better than it was at the beginning of the day.

Yes or No? (Montgomery de la Cruz, 13 Reasons)

~To start off, this is the only thing I’ve written so far that I would even consider writing a part 2 for, if requested enough. This is a sad one lol. It also has a lot of Jeff in it. Thank you again for all of your support. Requests are open!!❤️~

Everyone was staring at you. You were the talk of the school. No matter what group, everyone knew what had happened to you. What had happened to your whole family. Everyone knew that you hadn’t been to school in almost a month. If it weren’t for your needing to be there for attendance, you probably would have stayed gone longer. Well, your parents were a factor too. You were heart broken and sad and confused. Everything imaginable. Your brother was dead. Jeff Atkins was dead.

You remembered that night like it was yesterday. You’d been at the same party as him. In fact, you were completely blasted. Your boyfriend, Montgomery De La Cruz was taking care of you as you blubbered about random things. Jeff had said he’d like to drop you off to your guys’ house while he was out on the beer run that he’d been asked to do. You’d refused, even after Jeff and Monty both persisted that you do so. So Jeff took off into the night. Little did you know, your drunken refusal would be your last interaction with your brother. And a mere hour and a half later you’d get a very frantic call from your mother. You, still out of it, were not comprehending the seriousness of the situation, forcing Monty to take your phone and work out what your mother was talking about. His teammate, and one of his best friends, had been in a fatal car accident. Without a word to anyone, he’d leapt up, throwing you over his shoulder, knowing he didn’t have time for your antics, and ran out to his car.

Five minutes later, you understood. No amount of drugs and alcohol could have ever kept you from noticing the body bag, and your mother hiding her face in your Father’s chest in sheer horror. Nothing was going to take away the fact that your brother was in the body bag, that he was dead.
You remembered screaming at the top of your lungs, eventually trying to run over to the paramedics that were tending to Jeff’s body. Monty stopped you, turning you back around and pulling you into him. You could feel his heart pounding. You kept demanding things, as if they could be done or changed. ‘Give him CPR’ you’d bellowed. ‘Wake him up.’

Monty refused to leave your side after that. His baseball coach had given him four games off without any grief. He felt the loss of Jeff too. Monty said he wanted to wait until you could handle yourself before he tried to go back to normal.

Your parents didn’t say anything when you refused the idea of Monty leaving your bed at night. In fact, Monty had spent every night with your emotionally drained body since the accident.

No one saw it coming, Montgomery caring about someone so much. Jeff had been suspicious of his motives when he’d first asked about you. But there was no mistaking the way his eyes lit up when he saw you in the stands at their games. Or the way he’d talk to himself, as though he was practicing what he was going to say to you. He liked you. And your lack of reluctance towards him scared not only Jeff, but your friends as well. He was, well he was a 'fuck boy’. It surprised everyone even more when he gave you a 'ring on a string’ for your six month anniversary, when the first I love you’s were said.

“Montgomery said he wished he could have walked you to class, Y/N.” Hannah’s voice shook you out of your daze. You nodded, she was right.

“I told him, baseball’s his future. If coach wants him to practice, he needs to.” You spoke in a hushed tone. A sharp contrast to your normally spunky, louder voice. But this was the voice you’d grown accustomed to. There was no reason to be so cheery or chirpy.

“You look nice in your dress.” Hannah continued. She was another person who’s sympathy you’d been receptive of. She seemed genuine, not nosy. You didn’t care what Monty had to say about how she 'got around’. She was a good person.

“Monty bought it for me last week.” You said. You could feel her wide smile on you.

“He takes good care of you, yeah?” She asked. You couldn’t help but smile, you liked the honest answer you were able to give.

“Yeah. I used to take care of him too.” Hannah stopped in the middle of the hallway, and turned you so you had to look at her.

“After everything, I’m sure he’s aware it’s his time to be caring for you, Y/N.” you nodded, not in the mood to wallow in your self pity aloud.

“See your knight in shining armor?” Hannah nudged you, gesturing for you to look forward. You looked up and saw Monty with his friend group. It was good to see him with them. He’d kind of wiped them out of his life to take care of you.

That didn’t stop him from perking up when he saw you walking down the hall. He smiled as he walked towards you. Hannah unlinked arms with you, as if her shift was over. There was a pregnant silence between Monty’s friends and Hannah. God, they were all judging her. And it clearly was making her uncomfortable.

“I’ll see you in gym, Y/N.” Hannah rubbed your shoulder softly before beginning to walk away.

“Stay?” You asked simply. Looking into her eyes. She paused, thinking about it for a moment.

“No, I think you’re in good hands now.” She smiled gently before walking away and out of the hallway.

“I don’t get why you like her so much.” Monty pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you.

“She’s a good person, Montgomery. You all are so mean sometimes.” You whispered.

“Hey Y/N, Monty just doesn’t want her influence around.” Marcus spoke up. You hadn’t seen him since Jeff’s funeral. He hadn’t said much to you. Then again, you two hadn’t ever said much to one another.

“Hey so we’re all gonna workout at the country club later today, you down?” Marcus asked Monty. Your boyfriend traced small circles on your back as you took in the group of people, arms crossed over your chest.

“Dinner with her family tonight, sorry.” Monty said in return. That hadn’t been officially planned, but he did have dinner with you and your parents most nights.

“You haven’t worked out with us in forever, man. It’s the only day that I can get all of you into the club at once.” Bryce continued to try and convince your boyfriend.

“My girl comes first, sorry.” Monty thought that was the end of the conversation

“She can come. You just said how she’s gained all this depression weight and it’s getting to be a problem and-” Bryce was going to talk further, but Monty lunged at him, making him fall to the ground before he could.

“If anything about her EVER leaves your mouth again I swear to God I’ll kill you.” He growled. You pulled Monty off of Bryce, tears already slipping down your cheeks.

“She just lost her damn brother, Jesus.” Jessica, who had been standing by her boyfriend, Justin had rushed to your side out of protectiveness.

“That’s not how it was I just-” you couldn’t even let him finish his excuse.

“Did those words leave your mouth?” You didn’t even look up at him. Jessica has wrapped her arms around you. The hall had gotten quieter. This had officially been made a scene after Monty lunged at Bryce.

“Look princess it didn’t-”

“Answer the question! Did you say my weight was a problem? Yes or No?” Your voice was raised and louder than it had been in a month.

“Yes, but it was just-” you shook your head, laughing to yourself.

“That’s all I needed to know. But, let me relieve you of this said problem.” You pulled your hair to one side. You unhooked the necklace you wore. The necklace that hadn’t left your neck in almost four months. His little promise 'ring on a string’ anniversary gift. When he wouldn’t take it back, you handed it to Zach.

“Make sure he takes this. It’s his decision what he wants to do with it. Maybe he was who every girl in this school warned me he was all along.” You said, turning in the other direction. Jessica followed you, wanting to show you support. Monty tried to walk after you. You had no idea what he was frantically saying. All you knew was that Jessica was yelling at him to get away and that you now felt officially alone in this world.

What is Self-Care and Why is it Important?

Self-care is addressing the needs of your body, whether it be physical, emotional, mental, or spiritual. Because we are all built differently, self-care isn’t going to look the same for all of us. For some, self-care is gathering the strength to get out of bed and take a shower while for others it’s finding 15 minutes in their busy day to sit alone outside. There is no RIGHT way to self-care only YOUR way. So it’s essential that you listen to your body and allow it to lead you towards what you need in order to care for yourself.

As stated above, there are 4 areas of yourself that require acts of self-care to stay in balance and working properly. Though they are separated, they are also very much connected. Ignoring one area has the potential to negatively affect the others so it’s important to scan through all aspects of yourself and not disregard any. Below is a further explanation of each area and examples of how to self-care.

  • Physical - The physical refers to the physical body and out of all 4 areas it’s probably the easiest to spot when it’s out of sorts. It’s also the area society puts the most focus on. Sickness, pain, exhaustion, fatigue, soreness, and just an overall sense of feeling like crap are some indicators that you need some self-care in the physical area. Some examples of self-care are adding healthier foods into your diet or making sure you are getting enough of each of the essential vitamins and minerals, doing some kind of physical activity (even just taking a walk outside), adjusting your sleep cycle so that you are getting enough GOOD sleep, taking a warm bath to soothe tired and achy muscles, and most importantly RESTING! Your body is sacred and when you treat it as such the world becomes a lot less formidable.
  • Mental - Sadly, mental health is still struggling to get out of the shadow of physical health. Theres so much stigma on mental health that a lot of times this area goes untouched which can cause the other areas to fall apart regardless of how much self-care you throw at them. So let me stress with bold italics to make it clear: MENTAL HEALTH IS JUST AS IMPORTANT AS PHYSICAL HEALTH!!! Okay one more time just in case anyone missed it. MENTAL HEALTH IS JUST AS IMPORTANT AS PHYSICAL HEALTH!!! Whew, glad we got that out of the way now we can continue. Mental and physical health are equals in regards to our overall health especially because they are strongly linked. It’s been my own experience that when one is off the other is soon to follow, but thankfully it also works in the opposite direction. Improving one will also help improve the other. So a lot of the examples of self-care listed for physical can also apply to mental. Though that doesn’t work for everyone or it will only get you part of the way. It’s important to understand that we all have our own individual struggles with mental health, with some being more severe than others especially when you take into account our home lives, our environments, our experiences, and of course our access to healthcare. So this area especially is going to have many different forms of self-care and like I said before, there is no right way just your way. Some examples for mental self-care are seeing a professional, taking your medication as instructed, finding healthy coping mechanisms, being kind and patient with yourself, meditation, rewarding yourself for even the littlest of achievements, and allowing yourself to have bad days without punishing yourself.
  • Emotional - So some might think that the emotional should tie into mental and though it is true that emotional and mental have an EXTREMELY close link, emotional can operate outside of the influence of mental allowing it to be its own area. Other than mental and physical, the emotional aspect is deeply connected to our life experiences and our interactions with people. So in a lot of cases when our emotions are in a state of chaos it’s an indicator we haven’t properly dealt with a painful experience. Or we are currently experiencing a traumatic event or relationship. When your emotions are running rampant the most crucial and mandatory act of self-care is to LISTEN! It may seem like the emotional is just being a cruel bitch, but it’s actually trying to tell you something important. Its sounding an alarm, trying to bring your focus to an area that desperately needs your attention. It’s like when your body sends pain signals to your brain when you have a wound or a broken bone. It’s telling you that there’s parts of your body that needs healing. The same goes for your emotions. They are telling you that there’s issues that you haven’t yet healed from or even dealt with. So absolutely part of your emotional self-care should be allowing yourself to heal from whatever it is that’s caused you trauma, pain, and distress. Other examples of self-care for the emotional aspect are journaling, confiding in someone you trust, allowing yourself to cry, treating yourself to what comforts you, finding or creating a place you feel safe and relaxed in, movie marathons or netflix binge watching, and being very gentle and loving with yourself. Oh and it’s also important to note that for some of us it’s natural to get emotional flare ups, especially for those of us who menstruate. In those cases, it’s still imperative to listen to your emotions (and body) which are most likely telling you to rest and take it easy! Seriously, one of the best acts of self-care for any (and really all) areas is to allow yourself time to really rest.
  • Spiritual - It’s my personal opinion that this is the hardest area to gain access to yet it also has the greatest ability to positively affect not only the other areas, but your own relationship with self-care itself. I have to say feeding my spiritual area was a game changer for me. It’s the reason I made self-care a vital part of my life and it’s the reason I’m here typing up this post. Its allowed me to start healing from my abusive relationship (emotional), its helped me learn to cope with and control my anxiety and depression (mental), and its aided me with treating my body like the sacred temple it is (physical). Now i’m not saying that all your problems will be fixed by putting all your efforts and focus into the spiritual, I just think when you make taking care of yourself part of your religion or practice, you are much more likely to see it as a priority. So ways to self-care the spiritual are being outside and soaking in nature, going to a place of worship, earthing, sitting outside during the full moon, going to the beach, meditation, sit with a deity or some kind of higher power, enjoy some silence, and spend time in sacred space (create sacred space if you don’t already have one).

I also want to stress that self-care should be a part of your everyday life not just when one of the areas goes into chaos. Getting into the habit of checking in with yourself routinely and practicing self-care daily makes it much less likely that you will even reach the point of complete chaos or at the very least you will find stability a lot quicker. Though in order to truly make a habit of practicing self-care the key concept that you absolutely need to accept and embrace is that YOU ARE WORTH IT!!! Repeat it. Say it right now! Say I AM WORTH IT! You are 100% worth dedicating time and energy to yourself! You are 100% deserving of love, patience, rewards, and kindness from yourself! You are 100% entitled to all the self-care and self-love you need. You are worth it, my friends. You are so worth it. Now go give yourself some much deserved love and care!

~Jessie

TDA CHARACTERS AS THINGS MY FRIENDS/I HAVE SAID

Emma: because parcour

Jules: me, a single parent trying desperetaly to raise 27 fictional characters and 4 dead revolutionaries

Cristina: sometimes I feel like telling people they contribute about as much to society as a bag of shit. But I don’t because I’m a good person

Mark: how does one technology? Seriously help. I’m a 70 year old lady stuck in the body of a teenager

Kieran: I feel like blue is just the best haircolor… it’s just so blue you know…

Livvy: I could be sociable if I would get a damn opportunity for once

Ty: if you keep pineapple in your mouth without eating it, it will start eating you

Kit: but is it in any way related to food???

Dru: people just don’t appreciate me enough… (or ‘my enemies all seem to die for some odd reason’)

Tavvy: Lirp sounds fun. It’s a word now. Okay?

Zara: most people think I’m annoying. Tbh most people are probably right

Sutures and Stitches [m] Pt. 2

→ Genre: Angst, action, fluff, mature (mentions of blood, wounds, medical jargon) (smut in future chapters)

→ Jeongguk/Reader

→ 3.2k words

Summary: hitman!jeongguk and medstudent!Y/N bestfriends!au; Jeongguk always shows up to your place or hospital whenever he gets hurt because you guys are best friends and you patch him up, but he has no idea that every time you stitch up his wounds, it tears open new wounds in your own heart. 

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

“You’re seriously sitting here scared of a tiny needle when you have a goddamn 9mm bullet embedded in your proximal deltoid muscle?!” He grinned, “Old habits die hard. And damn, I could get used to how hot you are with med words.”

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Okay, let’s start with how extremely adorable Jughead is. Like, he cares so much about the drive-in and as we found out, the place was literally his home. Like, someone protect my son please. And he tried so hard to save it, talking to the mayor, talking to Fred and handing out flyers and stuff. Forget Archie and that love triangle, this is the important story here.

Speaking of Fred and Archie, look how nice Fred was to that fucking pedophile. Like, he was complimenting her, inviting her to dinner and being such a great guy and that bitch is just sleeping with his son. Ugh. I hate her. 

Betty keeping a diary is so cliche™ but I love it lmao. 

I AM SO HERE FOR BETTY, RONNIE AND JUGHEAD HANGING OUT. Kevin’s okay too, I guess. Still haven’t decided if I like him or not. I mean, he’s funny and all but idk he just feels way too stereotypical and I’m still most certainly not over the biphobia. But maybe he isn’t really biphobic and that was a one time thing bc how else would Betty and Veronica, who are both obviously bisexual still be friends with him? Idk man. 

Cheryl, I love you for being a bitch but damn you just got your ass handed to you by Hermione Lodge, who is just as much of a goddess as her daughter. 

Betty calling out Archie on his shit 👏 👏👏

but like she was so…good about it?? Like she got her point across but didn’t immediately threaten to tell and stuff. And, Archie, honey, how could Ronnie even back you up? Firstly, what you’re doing ain’t cool and secondly, that’s her girlfriend you’re arguing with so ??? 

Archiekins 

Where can I sign a petition to get rid of Alice Cooper? 

THE ARCHIE/GRUNDY SCENES LITERALLY MADE ME SHUDDER WITH DISGUST ew ew ew ew ew. 

Betty questioning Grotesque Garbage is   👌 👌 👌 she was really good at that too honestly I just really love Betty Cooper man. 

SHE WAS JASON’S TEACHER? SHE’S THE KILLER!!11!!!1! 

“I don’t think of my students that way” lmao bitch stop lying

Jughead being a rebel with a cause is my aesthetic. And awww, he’s talking about himself and his family for once. This boy must be protected at all costs.. 

Archie, wtf are you trying to do, telling Betty to stay out of it? She’s literally doing what’s best for you like smh man shut up. 

BETTY AND VERONICA BEING DETECTIVE GIRLFRIENDS IS MY JAM. Like, seriously, they have so much chemistry like just let Bernoica happen man. It’s literally already canon. 

I would sell my soul to Satan and sell my body on the black market to make Beronica canon. 

I’m fully aware I’m being queerbaited but Betty and Ronnie are just. so. goddamn. cute. 

‘Jennifer Gibson’. THAT BITCH.

She has a gun in the car. THAT FUCKING BITCH. SHE’S THE KILLER!!!11!

Alice, wtf is wrong with you. Fred is a chill parent. He isn’t going to tell his son to stop talking to his best friend just ‘cause you’re a psycho who wants to control her daughter.

Okay, but like I really love Hermione and Veronica’s relationship it’s so good and–WAIT A SEC THEY’RE BUYING THE DRIVE-IN. Why must you crush Jughead’s happiness?  I TRUSTED YOUR HERMIONE.

Omg Alice saw the gun oops shit shit shit (betty what were you thinking hiding it in your fucking drawer smh girl). Wow, Alice just hit a new low. It’s not cool to read your daughter’s diary 

I would have felt bad after learning about Grundy’s backstory but my obvious hate for prevented that from happening thank god. 

ARCHIE, GET AWAY FROM THAT WOMAN. NO, DON’T HUG HER. UGH ARCHIE WHY.

Let’s talk about the drive-in.

Poor Juggie god I feel so bad for him Archie where are you your boyfriend needs you

VERNOICA!! LODGE!! IS!! A!! FUCKING!! GODDESS!!!

Veronica Lodge is like fine wine. She gets better and better the longer she exists. 

I kinda sorta weirdly like the Veronica-Cheryl-Kevin squad?? They can be the ‘burn you to a crisp’ squad.

Ooh, Kevin’s got a new hottie. Also, did I mention I really love Kevin’s dad? He’s so nice.

YAS KEVIN GET SOME (My feelings are so conflicted like I want to support Kevin because he’s the only important, openly LGBTQ+ character on the show so far but like, something’s just off about him) 

Archie, please never speak to Grun–OH. HE’S LEAVING HER. YES ARCHIE YES YES YES–OH WAIT. OH NO. 

SHIT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN, DOWN, DOWN.

Alice why tf do you have to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong? 

Man, I feel bad for Fred. 

Archie, don’t defend that woman, please. She deserves it. 

Such drama much intense very wow. 

Oh no. My bby Betty is crying FUCK YOU ALICE. 

Okay, I know there’s probably some people sad about Grundy after her backstory but we got nothing but good stuff immediately after she left? 

Fred and Archie having a moment 👌 👌 👌 (I mean, I feel bad that Archie cried and that he was upset but it had to be done) 

Betty finally standing up to her asshole of a mother  👌 👌 👌 (I still kind of think that Betty is actually Polly but idk) 

A cute scene between Betty and Archie  👌 👌 👌

The scene where Veronica confronts her mom was certainly…something.

OH MY GAWD SOMEONE BROKE INTO KELLER’S HOUSE AND TOOK ALL THE EVIDENCE. THE SAME NIGHT GRUNDY LEFT. SHE’S DA KILLER. 

Grundy is like a bag of opened chips. She gets worse the longer she exists. Archie, you could not have been more wrong when you said she wasn’t a child predator. I already feel bad for that poor new kid victim of hers. 

On the whole, this was a really, really good episode. I give it a 9 out of 10, but that’s because my queen Josie wasn’t in it and there was not enough Jughead and Archie and there was way too much Archie and Grundy interaction but hey, at least she’s gone now. 

God, I’m literally crying over Jughead. The picture with him and his sister (who tf named them Jughead and Jellybean tho) was so adorable and so sad. My poor child. 

OH MY GOD THE SCARY BIKER DUDE IS JUGHEAD’S DAD?!

Where will he go? What will he do? How will he live? WHERE WILL HE CHARCHG HIS LAPTOP ASHFRWLGHLUFU ARCHIE COME HELP YOUR BOYFRIEND 

Also, I would just like to add, Betty is the best friend anyone could ever have and she needs to be appreciated more. 

So, what do you guys think? What do you agree and disagree with me on? Let’s talk! Reblog this while adding your notes or send in an ask (PLEASE SEND ME ASKS) or send me a message or something and I will see y’all next week.

Things I Need/Want RIGHT NOW!

-Randomly poke my ribs and then look around and ask what’s wrong when I jump

-Pin me under you on the couch and pretend to be asleep while you tickle me and then get mad when I “wake you up” and tell me I’m going to pay for it

-Tickle hugs

-Pick me up and tickle me so all I can do is kick but my feet can’t touch the ground so I’m forced to just take it

-NECK RASPBERRIES

-Wrestle with me (no seriously this is a personal fave) and then when eventually you pin me make fun of how much I’m already giggling by saying “what? I haven’t even started yet!”

-Growling sounds when you nuzzle into my neck or nibble on my ribs/hips/literally anywhere

-Pin me with your body

-“I’ll stop when you stop laughing!”

-Point our how much I’m actually liking this

-Tell me how much fun you’re having

-TEASING TEASING TEASING

-ANTICIPATION!!!!!

-Take note of the different ways I’m laughing/giggling and tell me which ones you like the best

-If you have facial hair, rub it up and down my neck until I’m screaming and then tell me how much you love driving me nuts

-“What is so funny?!”

-“Could you be any cuter than you are right now?”

-Ear nibbles/tickles

-Literally raspberries everywhere

-“No way you’re _____ is ticklish?! (Even though we both already knew that)”

-“Hey do you want to see something super funny?” *tickles* “See isn’t that awesome?”

-Cuddles that turn into kisses that turn into tickles

-“I love seeing you so happy, we should do this ALL the time!”

-Completely wreck my shit then give me a blanket and hold me and tell me how well I did, just kill me with sweetness

-Light slow tickles that get faster and faster until I’m loosing it

-*tickles really sensitive spot relentlessly* “Okay so I’ve been meaning to ask your opinion about something and I’d appreciate it if you could be serious right now”

-Make me say shit

-Make me tell you I like it

-Whisper teases into my ears and tell me how much you’re going to love ruining me

-“I’m only doing this because I know you love it so much!”


In conclusion….playfulness is the best and I need this ASAP

For @mormoc, who has been so sweet and nice to me when I needed a friend the most, thank you for checking up on me and making sure I am okay, we haven’t been friends for long but you have been nothing but sweet to me and I wanted to thank you and this is the best way I could think of.


There was a trail of rose petals outside her cabin, blue rose petals and she felt her heart beat faster. She wasn’t sure it was made for her, but when she looked back to see her siblings they were all smiling at her and Malcolm took a step forward to her.

“Go on, follow the blue road,” he said to her. Annabeth could see his smile, he had the biggest smile out of all her siblings.

“Malcolm, what does this mean?”

“Don’t think, just follow it.” He pushed her gently towards the door. “Go.”

Annabeth gave a last look to her siblings, some of them gestured for her to go inside and she started to follow the trail. She felt a little silly but something inside her was pulsing with anticipation. She was supposed to be going to out for a girls night with Piper and Hazel, but they were nowhere to be seen, actually she couldn’t see any other camper. Annabeth was wearing her favorite boots, dark jeans and a loose blouse, Piper had told her to dress comfortably, that she needed a break from the orange shirts.

Annabeth was starting to realise that she’d been tricked, she was not going to a dinner and she had a feeling Percy was behind of this.

The trail went all the way past the cabins and the big house, it seemed to end by Thalia’s tree, where she could see some lights shining in the night. Her hands started to sweat, she was sure there wasn’t an important day to celebrate, it was not her birthday and it was not their anniversary, she could only think of one thing, but she didn’t let her her brain to keep going with that thought, she didn’t want to get her hopes up.

The walk to Thalia’s tree felt endless, her heart was beating faster with every step she took. When she finally reached the top of the hill she could finally see the source of the light, there were candles forming a circle and inside which, stood Percy. He was facing away from her.

“Percy,” she said stepping inside the circle and he turned to face her, he was wearing dark pants and blue button down shirt, his hands were tucked into the pockets of his pants. “What’s going on? Where is everybody?”

“Did you know we met in this spot, exactly ten years ago?” He was smiling at her, that beautiful smile she loved, but there was a hint of nervous there. “I didn’t remember the exact date, but Chiron helped me.”

“Perce.” Her voice was quiet, she couldn’t get her hopes up, this could not be what she was thinking, but oh gods, she wanted it to be so badly, she wanted him to propose so badly.

He took a step forward and she did the same. “Ten years ago I was laying in this grass and I was about to pass out and then I saw you.” He took another step closer to her and he was so close to her, but not close enough. “The pretty girl with the princess hair and you said one thing. Do you remember what you said?”

“He must be the one.” Annabeth didn’t realize she was crying until Percy wiped her tears away with his thumb.

“You were talking about the prophecy, I know. But Annabeth, you’re the one.” He finally took the final step that was keeping them apart. “You have always been the one, my anchor, my light, my strength, my partner, my best friend.”

Annabeth’s breathing was speeding up, his hands were cupping her face and he was looking at her with those sea green eyes that were brighting so much. She was afraid to talk, because it was happening, every single part of her body was telling her, it was finally happening. She leaned into his right hand and kissed his wrist.

“It has always been you and it will always be you.” He gave her a quick kiss on her forehead before he took a step back. She barely had time to miss the warm of his hands before he was in front of her, down on one knee, with a little box in his hand.

“I have been trying to ask you this for the past few months, this ring has been on my pocket for so long and now that I am doing it, I can’t remember what I wanted to tell you.” He gave her a nervous smile and she laughed, her tears were falling and falling but she didn’t care. “You’re so beautiful, Annabeth, inside and outside. You’re so beautiful, brilliant and smart and amazing and I don’t know what I did for you to love me, but I am the luckiest men alive because you do. You love me, you decided to be mine and I am yours, I have always been yours, even if I didn’t realized it.”

“I have always been yours too,” she said quietly.

“Will you do me the honor of marry me? Of being my wife and waking up next to me everyday, I mean we already do that, but, oh my gods. Will you marry me?”

She was nodding like crazy, she couldn’t speak, she was fighting the sobs until she didn’t care about them anymore. She kneeled infront of him. “Yes, yes, yes, yes. I’ll marry you, I’ll be your wife, yes.” She kissed him. “Yes.”

“The ring,” he said and she nodded and finally saw the ring, a silver band with two small diamonds and between them there was a sapphire. It was absolutely beautiful. Annabeth could feel Percy’s hand shaking while he took her left hand and slid the ring onto her finger. He was still holding her hand when he stood up, helping her stand too. He kissed her again and again and again, sometimes breaking the kiss because they were laughing.

“It was about time!” A voice yelled from the forest, making them separate and Annabeth could see Clarisse leading the campers towards them.

“Oh gods,” Percy groaned but she could see a smile on his face. “Seriously?”

“The lovebirds need to cool off,” Clarisse yelled and just like the last time, campers went towards them and raised them in their arms,

Annabeth could see it was the rest of the seven the ones who were carrying them towards the lake and she could hear Percy’s laugh next to her, his hand in hers. She turned her face to look at him, he was already looking at her with the biggest smile on his face, a smile reserved for her.

She knew what was going to happen, but that didn’t stop her from screaming when her body fell into the lake. And just like six years ago, Percy pulled her deep into the lake, a bubble of air already forming around them.

And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.

Being a part of Team Free Will would include:

WARNING- There is one curse word in this.

-Living and traveling alongside the Winchesters.
- Whenever Sam and Dean get into stupid arguments or begin to act childish, you’re the voice of reason.
- You are BFFs with Cas.
- Sam and Dean are like your brothers.
- No one is allowed to flirt with you or they will have to deal with the boys.
- You’re a total badass.
- You also are incredibly knowledgeable on reasonably obscure monsters.
- The whole “There ain’t no me if there ain’t no you” deal is extended to you.
- Having to explain various human body processes to Cas.
- Cas trying to understand periods is especially hilarious.
- Singing along to the classic rock that is so often blared in the Impala.
- Whenever you have the chance, you bake a really lovely pie. Be it pecan, apple, cherry, or otherwise.
- This pretty much makes you Dean’s favorite person.
- Pretty much 90% of your wardrobe is flannels now.
- You have the best aim with a firearm. It’s seriously impressive.
- Cas and you watch Netflix together.
- Getting an anti-possession tattoo.
- Cas carving sigils into your ribs.
- You’re Castiel’s favorite because of how patient you are with him grasping human concepts.
- When you die, you definitely come back because you are just as incapable of staying dead as the boys.
- You cut your hair short so that it is more efficient and less of a liability in combat.
- This leads to Dean giving Sam more trouble over his longer hair.
-You actually are quite close with Death as you recognize the importance of order in an otherwise chaotic world.
- You actually remember to prioritize human life and often remind the Winchester’s to keep in touch with their humanity.
- You’re really the best hunter due to this and they know it.

DISCLAIMER- I do not own Supernatural or Netflix. The quote is not mine; it is from Supernatural. You are you. Nothing is mine; please don’t sue me.

Shared Spaces

Requested

*Lucifer-centric

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“You’re kidding.”

“Wish I was, bro. But your vessel is faltering. Fading. Disintegrating. Falling apart. Collapsing.”

Lucifer scowled at his brother. “Thank you, Mr. Thesaurus.”

“Look, Dad wants to fix it. He does, after all, have a soft spot for you. But in order to do so, you’ll have to…”

“To?”

“Vacate.”

“Vacate.” The word felt strange in Lucifer’s mouth. “So, what, I’ll be kept in a jar while Daddy tinkers on my vessel?”

“Well, that is an option. But I would suggest finding another vessel.”

“Right. Because I just have people lining up to let me invade their bodies.”

Gabriel crossed his arms. “Look… I know this is a weird situation, but I know of a vessel.”

“Who?”

“You know how we, as archangels, need special people to be our vessels?”

“Who is it?”

“And you know how we found the Winchesters and you were originally supposed to use Sam but then that whole thing happened and now he kind of hates you?”

“GABRIEL, WHO IS IT?!”

“Y/N.”

Lucifer was shocked into silence. “What?”

“Y/N. She’d be perfect.”

“You want me to use the Winchesters’ little sister as my new vessel?”

“The Winchesters are the best vessels we can find.”

Lucifer was quiet, weighing the options.

“Come on, Luce. If you don’t… I don’t know how much time you have.”

“She’ll never go for it.”

“Of course she will. She’s a nice girl and she likes you.”

Lucifer tried to not let his brother’s words get to him. “Her brothers will never let her.”

“They won’t have to know.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Seriously? Two of the best hunters won’t know that their little sister is a vessel for an archangel who HAPPENED TO USE ONE OF THEM BEFORE?”

“Calm down, Luce. You’ll break your vessel even quicker.”

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“So… how’s everything?”

“Well, I’m currently shoved into a corner of my own body so an archangel doesn’t lose his own vessel.”

“I’m sorry,” Lucifer said. “I… I didn’t mean to put you out.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s just… weird.”

“Gabriel said it should only be a week or so….”

“It’s fine, Lucifer.”

The two of you sat in your room… or rather, your body sat there physically while you and Lucifer shared the internal area.

“At least your brothers don’t seem to notice anything,” Lucifer said.

“They’re dimwits, to be sure. But it’s only been one day. They’ll sniff something out.”

“What do you think will happen when they find out?”

“They’ll probably be mad. Dean will probably punch the wall. Sam will yell. They’ll try to cast you out, but they can’t because it’s my ultimate decision. Dean will go off to drink, Sam will hit the books, trying to find a way around that.” You sighed. “This bunker will turn into a war zone.”

Lucifer was quiet for a few moments. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause such a problem.”

He felt you smile. “It’s okay, really. I’m happy to help.”

“Why?”

“Well, you’re my favorite archangel. I’d like to consider you my friend.”

“I’m… your favorite?”

You gave a nervous laugh. “Did I say that?”

“Well… if it makes you feel better, you’re my favorite Winchester.”

Some Twinks Like Twinkies: Chapter 2

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“Eat my fat ass like it’s the last doughnut in the box you pig,” Dylan purred as his co-worker, Jared, slammed him against the wall of the office bathroom.

 "Trust me, I’ll get there,“ Jared said as the two locked lips. 

Their hands traversed each other’s fleshy bodies, pulling skin-tight work shirts out from tailored pants to reveal doughy stomachs. Jared’s mouth traveled from Dylan’s sugary red lips to his scruffy neck and then down his chest. 

“Looks like all those early morning pastries have been sticking to your ribs, huh?” Jared said and licked Dylan’s nipple. 

“If it’s not my ribs it’s my gut,” Dylan managed to say between heavy breaths. 

Jared worked his mouth down to Dylan’s hairy and puffed out midsection. Dylan gripped the back of Jared’s head with his palm and sunk the man’s face deep into his paunchy abdomen. Jared moaned slightly and frantically freed his hard on from chinos that were wet with pre-cum. Waves of pleasure shot through his body as he stroked his cock, face still planted firmly in his coworker’s burgeoning spare tire. Dylan loosened his grip and Jared responded by pressing his face in further. He shook his head vigorously causing Dylan’s extra weight to undulate and bounce. 

“Fuck you’ve really packed it on fat boy,” Jared said coming up for air. “What’s that twink boyfriend of yours think now? Huh fatty?" 

"He shoots condescending looks at my gut when I over eat… which is always.” “Fuck yeah, prove what a true piggy you are.” Jared’s tongue followed Dylan’s happy trail to his groin. Dylan’s pubic hair was trimmed down to display a recently formed fat pad puffing out around his uncut cock. Jared explored the new chub with his tongue, sucking on mouthfuls of musky fat. The fattened twink’s rock hard and engorged member tapped against Jared’s scruffy cheeks.  

“Tell me how much fatter you’ve gotten since we met,” Jared muttered before wrapping his mouth around Dylan’s pulsating cock. 

Between slight moans Dylan managed to say, “So much. You’ve turned me into a prize hog. My… oh fuck… my belly has never been so fat." 

"Numbers, give me numbers,” Jared responded. 

“Christ, I uh… oh god… um about thirty. Thirty pounds of lard in two months." 

This admission spurred Dylan to face fuck Jared. With each thrust, Jared’s forehead smashed against a plump fat pad and underbelly while Dylan’s balls slapped his chin. Jared clutched Dylan’s bouncing swollen ass cheeks so tightly that pink bulges of fat formed between his fingers. Both men were grunting and moaning in pleasure when Jared abruptly stood and flipped Dylan around. He dropped to his knees and parted Dylan’s fattened posterior. He proceeded as instructed, devouring the man’s rump as though it were the last morsel of food in the building. After a few minutes of rimming, slapping, and biting Dylan’s fleshy behind, Jared stood and began to insert his lengthy cock. Dylan let out a moan to which Jared quickly responded by gripping his paw over the other mans face. 

"Shh, we can’t let anyone know there’s two dirty piggies in here, can we?" 

Jared slowly began to pump his cock into Dylan. His arousal was so immense that in seconds he was vigorously pounding the man, relishing how their sweaty overweight bodies jiggled in unison. Only a few minutes after entering his bloated coworker Jared was ready to bust his nut. 

"Fuck I’m close." 

"Me too, oh god." 

"Oh fuck… you want my load?" 

"Uh huh…" 

"Every Twinkie needs its cream filling huh dough boy?" 

The men orgasmed in unison and slumped onto the floor. 

"Fuck that was hot,” Jared said. 

They collected themselves and straightened their clothes before exiting the bathroom separately. It was the end of the work day and most of their coworkers had left, but the two chubs-in-training were playing it safe. Jared went home for the day and Dylan plopped down at his desk to finish up a few things. He was still lustful for Jared’s soft form. Dylan had turned into a gluttonous hog in the two months since that night he jerked off in the McDonald’s parking lot. Ever since his gut was perpetually stuffed with delicious foods. At first he was alarmed by how intimately his appetite and libido seemed to be linked, but this changed after one fateful night out with his coworker. After a drunken tryst, Jared made a startling confession to Dylan. He was a self-professed “gainer” who longed to fatten himself and others up for sexual pleasure. For the first time Dylan was exposed to an exotic and titillating sexual subculture. His mind told him it was crazy, but his cock said otherwise. After that night, Dylan and Jared began a secret relationship of mutual gaining. 

Dylan opened the drawer to his desk to discover a gift from Jared; a hefty slice of cheesecake. He consumed the treat in a few bites and was left with a hankering for more. Overcome with a lust for food and Jared’s softening form, he snuck out of the office early to grab some pizza. Dylan consumed two large and greasy slices of pepperoni, arriving home with a bloated belly that was ready for more. He wasn’t surprised to find Andrew had prepared a vegetarian soup for dinner. Andrew was increasingly passive aggressive about Dylan’s weight. The pantry was always bare, healthy meals became the norm, and Andrew was constantly mentioning how he was “so full” after only a few bites of food. Ironically, Andrew’s weight was dropping as Dylan’s waistline ballooned. 

“I bought you a little something, if you wanna head to the bedroom,” Andrew suggested after dinner. 

“Oh?” Dylan was surprised by the flirty tone in his boyfriends voice. “What could it be?" 

Dylan opened the small gift box sitting on the bed to find a red leather cock ring. He grinned and leaned in for a kiss. Before long the couple’s nude bodies, one concave and one convex, were intertwined. They both had considerable hard ons as Dylan reached for the cock ring. He struggled to fasten it around junk, noticing that the smallest setting highlighted his freshly formed FUPA. 

"You do it,” Dylan motioned to Andrew. 

He wanted to see Andrew’s bony twink fingers next to his own bloated form. Andrew grabbed the cock ring and paused before strapping it on. 

“What the fuck, Dylan?" 

"Huh?" 

"Why do you have someone else’s come in your pubes?" 

Dylan’s heart dropped, "Baby, that’s my own jizz. I beat off at work." 

Andrew sniffed his boyfriend’s cock before replying, "No fucking way. I can’t believe you. Here I am buying gifts for your fat ass." 

"Hey!" 

"I’m honestly shocked right now. Here I am thinking you’re gaining weight because you’re depressed or some shit. But no, you’re just a lazy prick. So who the fuck is it? Huh?" 

"Andrew, there is no one else." 

"Bullshit! I can smell him on you Dylan! I’m so done with this relationship! I mean look at you, I’m not even attracted to you anymore. You know you have stretch marks on the back of your thighs?" 

"You know maybe I enjoy having some extra weight you superficial cunt!" 

"Oh congratulations on your body positivity Mr. Former Twink, I really could not give a fuck. Please just get the fuck out of this apartment. I don’t wanna look at you." 

"Seriously?" 

"Yeah! Get out!" 

"And go where exactly?”  

“Maybe the dude you’re fucking will take you in.“ 

"You’re a real shitty human Andrew, you know that?" 

"At least I don’t look like Ronald McDonald’s kept boy." 

"You know what?! I have been fucking someone else! And he’s even fatter than I am, and let me tell you- it’s the best goddamn sex of my life you brainwashed little zombie." 

"That’s cool. Does your fat fuck buddy have a bed you can crash in?" 

The two stared at each other in silence for a moment. 

"I regret moving in here. I’ll pack a bag and leave.”

Cheer Up, Buttercup - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 2,871

Warnings: Fluffy Goodness

Notes: @ninja-stiles was having a bad day, so I told her I would write her some fluffy goodness to cheer her up. I hope this cheers you up, babe. Remember, you mean the world to us. Don’t ever forget that. PS. This is NOT proofread because it’s 5:30 and I need sleep. WHOOPS.

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