you stand your ground and fight

The stakes are high!

Hold your ground! Hold your ground!

Sons and daughters of Bob stans, of Bellamy stans, my brothers and sisters,
I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me.

A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day.

An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day!

From this day on, until Sunday, we fight!!

By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you stand, Men and Women of the 100 Fam!!!

(All jokes aside, we need YOU! TOGETHER, we can be strong enough to win the title for Bob.)

(And for anyone who might want to use these gifs to promote on Twitter or Tumblr, please, do so! And/Or reblog.)

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make me choose: anonymous asked aragorn or newt

Hold your ground, hold your ground! Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you *stand, Men of the West!*

700 FOLLOWER FAVORITE FIC LIST

I??? DONT???? KNOW??? HOW??? LIKE? WHAt?

Barnes Traditional Get Together
Bucky x Grandniece!Reader
by @after-avenging-hours
Reader approaches Bucky in the Avengers Tower and tells him about the rest of the family. Ongoing Series

Inked
Destiel
by @winchester-with-wings
This essentially a soulmate tatoo-esque fic but it is amazing and everyone should read this, especially if you like Destiel. Ongoing Series

The Middle Name
No Pairing
by @percywinchester27
Sam wonders why he doesn’t have a middle name and asks Dean about it.

Limits
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @emilyevanston tags not working
Reader and Bucky decide to play a foreplay game that they got as a gift…

Confident
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @belleetlabeast
Sam Wilson is an old friend who you reunite with when you become the new War Machine after Rhodey retires. Luckily, taking that position also means meeting Bucky… Ongoing Series

I’ll Be With You
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @belleetlabeast
Reader is a nurse who happens to be a nurse and the daughter of one of Bucky’s old flings. When they run into each other, literally, a relationship begins to bloom between the two of them. Completed Series

For Your Convenience
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @brighterlights
Reader works in a department store and a love triangle-esque relationship forms between her, Bucky, and Steve. Completed Series

Liberty
Pirate!Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @softwintersoldier
Reader is the daughter of a governor and sneaks aboard Captain Barnes ship in search of adventure. Ongoing Series

Three For Fun
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @marvel-ash
For Bucky’s birthday, you get him a very special birthday gift.

Double Date
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @marvel-ash
Reader goes on a double date with her friend and Bucky ends up acting like an asshole the entire time.

Uncle Steve
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @marvel-ash
Just some fluff with Steve being an amazing uncle to your new baby.

Round The Block
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @marvel-ash
On your way to Comic Con, things get dirty in the back of the limo.

Sebby’s Hair
Sebastian Stan x Reader
Reader is a hairstylist for Marvel and is asked out by Sebastian while working on his hair.

Privacy Interrupted
Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers
by @marvel-ash
Steve and Bucky read your journal and read all of the fantasies that you had written about them in there.

My Real Name
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @marvel-ash
During super sexy sexytime, Bucky asks you to call him by his real name.

Spa Day
Jensen Ackles x Reader
by @bringmesomepie56
Reader and Jensen run into each other at a hotel spa after being put into the same room accidentally.

Assistant To The Captain
Steve Rogers x Reader
by @amarvelouswritings
Reader is a newly hired assistant for Steve after he refuses to get one himself. Ongoing Series

Hexed
Dean Winchester x Reader
by @nichelle-my-belle
While on a hunt, reader and Dean get hexed by a witch that makes them pursue their deepest desire.

Kiss The Girl
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @bovaria
Bucky sees the reader at Tony’s parties, but is too shy to actually talk to her.

Off Limits
Dean Winchester x Reader
by @dancingalone21
Reader works at Sam’s bar and Dean falls in love with her. The only thing standing in his way of dating her is Sam… Ongoing Series

Oh Baby
Dean Winchester x Reader
by @dancingalone21
Reader crashes her car into Baby, making her Dean’s enemy… Which doesn’t last long since they then work together. Completed Series

Picture Perfect
Dean Winchester x Reader
by @dancingalone21
Reader sees Dean’s profile on Facebook and lies to her boss saying that they are engaged in order to get a promotion. Completed Series

Puppy Love
Dean Winchester x Reader
by @dancingalone21
Reader notices one morning that her dog has snuck into Baby, her neighbor’s car from across the street… Ongoing Series

Dirty Minded Cap
Steve Rogers x Reader
by @fvckingsteverogers
Reader wears glasses to work one day and it turns Steve on more than she knows…

Peeping Steve
Bucky Barnes x Reader (lil’ bit of Steve being a pervy perv)
by @fvckingbuchanan
Steve watches as Bucky and reader have sexy time.

Captain
Steve Rogers x Reader
by @callingmrsbarnes
Reader kisses Steve while on a mission, almost blowing their cover, which leads to some smutty smut smut.

Ink
Chris Evans x Reader
by @fvckingbuchanan
Chris has a kink for tattoos, which is a good thing because reader has two in some NFSW places…

Splash
Steve Rogers x Reader
by @atari-writes
Some very smutty bathtub sex amiright or amiright?

Slow Burn
Dean Winchester x Reader
by @dancingalone21
A friend  sets you up with Sam on a blind date, but things you guys just don’t hit it off. When Sam sets you up his brother, Dean, there is definitely a spark. And guys, Firefighter!Dean?! Completed Series

What Are The Odds
Dean Winchester x Reader
by @dancingalone21
Before the reader left for college, she had a one night stand with Dean. Eight years later, Dean learns that he has a daughter in an interesting way. Completed Series

Infatuated
Steve Rogers x Reader
by @theunholygrails
When the reader turns to Steve after a break up, Steve finally takes a chance and expresses i=his feelings for the reader.

Imagine Wade & Peter Being Turned On By You
Wade Wilson x Reader x Peter Parker
by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord
During movie night, you spill some popcorn on the ground and accidentally show off your ass.

Stand Down
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @timeforsmut
“Reader has been going through a bad depression and tony still has her fight. However, she throws her life on the line when Bucky wakes up and he tries killing her, but part of him recognizes his old girlfriend”

Swab Yer Decks
Pirate!Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @caplanbuckybarnes
“When Bucky finds a childhood friend, will he risk everything to protect her? Or will he risk her life for a lost treasure?”

You Are Not My Mother
No Pairing (Supernatural) Sister!Reader
by @percussiongirl2017
Reader doesn’t trust Mary when she comes back from the dead and finds her dealing with the British Men Of Letters behind Sam and Dean’s back. Completed Series

Delta
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @papi-chulo-bucky
ABO!Universe: “Reader is a rare being in the a/b/o cycle and finds herself along side the Avengers. She manages to hide her true nature successfully until she catches the eye of a certain blue eyed super soldier.” Completed Series

The Ultimatum
Dean Winchester x Reader
by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes
Reader wants to leave the hunter live and have a family after Dean almost dies on a job, but Dean wants to continue hunting.

Untitled
Dean Winchester x Reader
by @daydreamingintheimpala
Dean falls for the reader at a motel after he sees her for the first time.

Fault
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @bxckyfxcknbxrnes
“Bucky had never been held responsible for what he’d done, but you, oh god, everything that had happened had been your fault, and Bucky knew it too.” Ongoing Series

Mess With Them
Steve Rogers x Reader
by @redgillan
Steve and the reader have a secret relationship that they are keeping rom the rest of the team. Completed Series

Every Other Weekend
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @amarvelouswritings
Bucky and reader have two kids but end up getting a divorce. Ongoing Series

The Boss
70′s!Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @lancefuckrr
Bucky owns a strip club and the reader is one of the dancers there. Completed Series

Untitled One Shot
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @lancefuckrr
It’s the reader’s first time and Bucky tries to be soft about it but the reader accidentally calls him “Daddy”.

Awkward Discoveries
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @rosekgold
In which Bucky finds something that belongs to you, and uses it to propose an offer.

Happy Birthday Bucky
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @4theluvofall tags not working
IT’S BUCKY’S BIRTHDAY

Just The Three Of Us
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @fandom-writes
Bucky is dating a single mother reader and the ultimate fluff ensues.

It Feels Nice
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @avasparks
Bucky comes back from his last tour in Afghanistan and gets a service dog and meets the reader in the park during a late night walk.

Faking It
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @supernovabucky
Reader has to go to a family reunion and asks Bucky to pretend to be her boyfriend.

Good Boy Stevie
Steve Rogers x Reader
by @lady-thor-foster
Steve really enjoys having you on top during sex. Ongoing Series

Imagine Giving Steve Head
Steve Rogers x Reader
by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord
After a mission, reader gives Steve some head in his room ;)))))

The Maid
Dean Winchester x Reader
by @super-slick-fanfic-chick
Sam and Dean hire you as a maid for the bunker and give you a less than conservative uniform to wear ;))))))

Evermore
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @snowyseba
*Based off of “Evermore” from Beauty and the Beast* Bucky spends days planning his proposal, but on the night he’s about to do it, something comes up that brings you away.

In This Light
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @bovaria
Reader and Bucky were friends when they were kids, but were separated when Bucky moved away. When they run into each other on the set of a photoshoot where reader is the photographer and Bucky is the model, things get interesting… Ongoing Series

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Hold your ground! Hold your ground! Sons of Gondor, of Rohan. My brothers. I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me! A day may come, when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of Fellowship, but it is not this day! An hour of wolves and shattered shileds when the age of men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you, stand, men of the West! 

My Best Friend’s Brother

Summary: You’re not prepared when your best friend and roommate’s handsome as hell brother shows up on your doorstep, and you quickly realise the attraction isn’t one sided.

Words: 3.4k

Sam x Reader

Warnings: AU (no hunting), smut, reader gender unspecified

A/N: this was written for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog‘s Tropes Challenge - my trope was Best Friend’s Brother

“Uh, Dean?” you called over your shoulder into the apartment you shared with your best friend, never taking your eyes off of the man at the door.

He couldn’t be Dean’s little brother. Dean’s little brother was all limbs, a lanky, gangly kid; he had puppy-dog eyes and hand-me-down band tees.

The person in front of you, though… this tall, strong, gorgeous man, couldn’t be Sammy.

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Make a choice Dean Part Two

A/N: You asked for it. Sorry if it turned to crap halfway through. I got pissed off & lost the motivation to write.

Warnings: Angst.

Make a choice Dean Part One

Dean x Sister!Reader   Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by devoiddean

Originally posted by spn-mostly

“You are my little sister. I promise you, you’ll never get hurt when you’re around me. My dream, it’ll never happen.”

“We’ll talk about this later Dean.” You said angrily, you didn’t want his apologies, you didn’t want anything, you just wanted to put as much space between you and Dean as possible.

So you did.


Three Months Later….

When you came into consciousness you couldn’t ignore the pounding that was going on in your head. You’d had headaches before, but never one like this. Slowly opening your eyes you realized it was hard to crack one of your eyelids opened, it was as if it was glued together. Feeling something dripping down your face towards your eye, you tried to move your hand to stop it, however you couldn’t move your hands. Looking down you saw that you were restrained to a chair as blood was slowly dripping from your head. You glanced around to take in your surroundings, however you felt your breath hitch when you saw Sam sitting next to you, fighting his restraints as he was also tied down to his chair. A knot in your stomach instantly formed as you slowly turned your stare towards what was in front of you.

Just as you thought, Dean was standing there pale as a ghost. He nimbly held his gun at his side as he started at the ground while what you assumed was a demon stood behind him.

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You Talk Too Much

Original or requested: Original

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word count: 1.032


Loki tried to take over your city. Again. While you were patiently waiting for the Avengers to come and save the day, the worse happened. You, with a small group of people, were kidnapped. Kidnapped to Asgard. Now, you stand before his throne in a room that seems like a fairytale. It didn’t suppose to look like a fairytale when you’re standing before Loki, the god of Mischief and Lies.

“Is good to see humans surrendering so easily.” With a mean smile, Loki stands up, looking down at you and the others.

“On your knees.”

Immediately, everyone gets down on their knees, not daring to raise their eyes to the Asgardian god.

“You.” He points at you, his smile fading. “Why aren’t you worshipping me, mortal?”

Keeping your head up, you take a deep breath to gather courage.

“Not interested.” You say, eyes on him as he slowly walks up to you.

“You dare to…”

“Here, just between you and me. I’m not afraid of you. So let’s skip all this worship bullshit and you can take me back home.” You whisper, trying to confuse him. You’ve always been a talker, and you know how to use it in your favor. You just don’t know if it’ll work with a god.

“Are you mad, mortal?” Loki’s face is like ice, you can’t read it. “Take her to a special cell. Kill the others. ”

“What? No!” Before he could turn around, you hold his wrist. He stops anger and surprise in his eyes. “D-don’t do this.”

“Why should I even listen to you?”

“It’s better to be a merciful king than an evil king.”

“I rather be evil.” He whispers before letting the guards take you.

You yell and fight and try to run away, but those guards tell you to keep quiet and just follow the rules. So, when they lock you in this small cell, with a magic glass that can kill you instantly, you scream again. You scream until your throat hurts so bad you can’t find your voice anymore.

After endless hours, you hear footsteps but you don’t bother to stand up. The cold hard ground finally got a bit comfortable. You hope someone is bringing you food. But no. When you see him, the god of Lies again, you know he brought you no food.

“Are you stupidly brave or completely insane?”Somehow, he opens one of those magic glass and enters the cell. “I wish to know what’s on your mind when you stood up to confront me.”

“I’m not the kind of person who…”

“Who’s smart enough to obey your king?”

“You’re not my king.”

“Haven’t you noticed? You’re in Asgard. And this is a gift for you, mortals.” Loki looks around your empty cell, confusion on his handsome face. Wait. Did you just…? No. You can’t think about these things right now. “Were you sleeping on the ground?”

“Yes. Why? You killed the others, why do you care if I’m sleeping on the ground?”

“You talk too much.”

“I know.” You stand up with a sigh, rolling your eyes at the weird sensation that hits your head.

“What is it?” Running to hold you by the waist, Loki saves you from hitting the ground.

“Nothing. I’m just starving. ”

“I’ll command them to bring you something to eat.”

“If you’re going to kill me, you don’t have to feed me first.”

“I quite enjoy your talking. Maybe you can stay for a while to entertain me. ”

“How lucky I am…” You voice faints when the world spins around again, and suddenly, everything goes black.


A warm breeze caress your cheek, and it feels good to be home. You open your eyes to see a blue sky and a sweet light comes to show you that you’re not at home. Is not that Asgard isn’t beautiful, but you don’t like to feel like a prisoner. Moving a bit to sit up, you notice that you’re laying on a very large bed with comfy pillows.

“A golden cage.” You murmur, smelling something that seems to taste like heaven. On a small table next to your bed, there’s a tray with human food.

You happily eat all the fruits, licking your fingers when you’re done with the strawberries. It’s surprising that they got you human food.

“I hope you feel better.” He declares from behind you.

“Yes. Now I can entertain you with my talking. ” You lay down again, fixing the blue dress you’re wearing. “May I ask who put me into this dress?”

“I did.”

You stare at him, wide-eyed, anger building up in your stomach. How could he do something like that?

“You son of a bitch!”

“What’s a bitch?” He looks at you confused, not sure if you insulted him. You try to keep angry, but you burst into laugh suddenly. You cover your mouth with your hands, struggling to calm down again.

“Oh my God. You are so damn funny.”

“I really don’t know what just happened.” That’s when you notice it, the shadow of a smile on his lips. You keep staring at him until it’s gone.

“You should smile more often. It makes you even more handsome. ”

“Smile?”

“Yes.” Cursing yourself for talking too much, you awkwardly look to your hands. “Sorry, I was just saying the truth.”

“I know. I’m the god of lies, I can tell when someone is honest. I miss honest people, there’s no one I can trust here.” Loki walks around the bed, eyes locked on you.

“You can talk to me if you want. As you say, I’m nothing but a human.”

“You say it like it’s a curse.”

“It isn’t.”

“Would you stay if I promise not to kill those humans who came here with you?” He sits on the edge of the bed, uncertain of what to do. You feel his hesitation, even though you can’t understand it.

“I’ll stay. Well, you don’t treat me like a prisoner. ”

“If that’s your wish, you’re not a prisoner.”

“Now, tell me all your sorrows.”

“We may take some hours.”

Sitting up straight, you smile at him. “Go on, I don’t mind.”

How to Change a Fuqboi (Hoseok)

Word Count: 3,912

Loosely inspired by the song “Fuqboi” by Hey Violet and “Not My Type at All” by Jacob Whitesides

Rated M (language and like REALLY REALLY suggestive sh!t yo 😂)

Originally posted by ultranicolet

How To Change A Fuqboi

Volume 1: Happenstance (Jungkook)
Volume 2: For-Getting His Attention (Jimin)
Volume 3: Bonding and Binding (Taehyung)
Volume 4: One and Done (Yoongi)
Volume 5: Unintentional Liar (Seokjin)
Volume 6: To Be Loved (Namjoon)
Volume 7: Checklist (Hoseok)

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Step 1) Pay attention to first impressions*

After a little…thinking time, I have decided to write this last volume in sight of the fact that there is something we failed to discuss earlier.

In the words of the great poet William Shakespeare, “Some are born as a fuckboy, some achieve fuckboy-hood, and some have fuckboy-hood thrust upon them.” Okay, yes, I changed it a LITTLE. But that’s beside the point. In this volume, we will be addressing the third version, those that have “fuckboy-hood thrust upon them” which I will henceforth reference as a “convert.” Often times, these are guys who have experienced emotional trauma in a romantic relationship, but instead of working toward a healing resolution, they will compensate by seeking comfort in… something else.

Jung Hoseok, a name that anyone- nay, EVERYONE in the Middle Earth dormitory has heard.

Jung Hoseok, the dancer, the straight A student, the part time waiter in the university’s only sit-down restaurant.

Jung Hoseok, the most notorious fuckboy on campus.

See, rumor has it, he keeps this list, a LITERAL list. It has no title and no explanation, but neither is ever really necessary. It only consists of names…about three hundred of them, though the general consensus stands that slightly more than half are crossed out. And let’s just say it’s not because he’s handing out party invitations.

So obviously, when you moved into your Middle Earth apartment, having transferred over from another university, within the first two days you knew who he was and that you should stay the hell away from him at all costs.

You want NOTHING to do with Jung Hoseok.

It’s not that he’s trouble, because let’s face it, you are NO stranger that word in any sense, but rather your avoidance of him has everything to do with how you first met and what he said to you. Or maybe what he didn’t say.

The empty carton of cigarettes stares back at you with a vengeance, the last one poised between your fingers.

By now, one would think you’d learn to keep a reserve, but NO. You let your vices eat you alive and then cyclically get angry when you neglect them out of laziness. You shrug, skillfully flicking on your lighter before letting the tip of the flame kiss the edge of the cigarette.

Fine. Whatever. Learn nothing, that’s okay too.

Taking a thoughtful drag, shifting your position at the base of the tree, you pull out this quarter’s class schedule and the campus map to look them over one last time instead of watching students pass between small dormitory buildings, meeting neighbors, greeting friends.

As you have or desire neither, you devote your attention to the paper, pretending to be thoroughly interested in wherever the hell “Science Lecture Hall B” is located- especially as some boy decides that out of ALL the decorative trees to sit under, he’ll be occupying the space under YOURS.

“You know this is a smoke free campus, right?” he deposits his book bag beside the trunk, looking at you like you just killed a man.

You arch an eyebrow, unsure whether to be irritated or curious, “You know I don’t actually care, right?”

“Great, because I don’t either,” he laughs at his own bad joke, taking a seat and stretching out his legs. You’ve got to admit (or I’ll force you to), he’s a little attractive with his bright smile, tanned skin, lean frame, and dark, feathery hair- but oh GOD is that a choker?

“Fantastic,” you smirk before taking a long drag and blowing the smoke right into his face, hating the burning, but loving the coughing fit your new companion bends into.

“Was that…really necessary?” he bats at the air, action so (possibly unintentionally) comical that it makes you laugh. The boy seems to take this as the go-ahead to continue, “You got a name?”

“Would you believe me if I said no?” you’re more amused than anything at this point, ego being stroked fervently by his insistence on finding everything you say hilarious. You want to believe your interactions are reluctant, but the smile on your face as you tell him your name says otherwise.

He extends his hand for a shake and you’re one hundred percent ready to accept the greeting until he says, “I’m Hoseok. Jung Hoseok.”

“Oh.”

You immediately retract, having skimmed the skin of his palm, watching him now with a look of disgust. His smile falls.

“Did I do something wrong?”

You stand, shoving your schedule into your bag so haphazardly that it audibly crumples, “Don’t think I haven’t heard your name before. I know what you are.”

“What I am…?”

You decide to not grace him with an answer, opting instead to walk away. But the persistent boy follows.

“Wait, what do you mean? I don’t understand.”

If your roommate hadn’t warned you about him, you might think Hoseok is actually upset by your leaving, rather than simply pining for attention. If your name is on that notorious list of his, you want absolutely nothing to do with him- a thought that I encourage enthusiastically.

You drop the cigarette, stomping on the smoldering end until satisfied, words gruff, “You don’t NEED to understand. Now, unless you have a pack of smokes that you want to share, we’re done here.”

*Elaboration: first impressions are not always correct and should not be used to judge the ENTIRETY of a person, but rather your impression of them should based in what they do to maintain a good image or repair a bad one.

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Shout-Outs to the Teams in the Voting Gauntlet

Shout-out to Team Lucina: For picking the winning team

Shout-out to Team Eirika: For picking the only princess representative of an older game (Sacred Stones) and putting up the closest fight against Lucina

Shout-out to Team Sharena: For standing your ground and backing up a new princess despite all odds

Shout-out to Team Elise: For supporting the little sister of the battle and doing so from the depths of your heart

Shout-out to Team Alfonse: For supporting him SIMPLY because you like him and would fight for him

Shout-out to Team Leo: For giving one of the closest Round 1 battles and a good fight

Shout-out to Team Chrom: For the kickass fight that is undoubtedly the best battle of the Voting Gauntlet if not the best thing to happen in the whole game and for the bromance that was the result of it

Shout-out to Team Ephraim: For fighting the best fight (and for pulling a lead out of your asses somehow because damn it was anyone’s game) and for finding the strength to fight one last time

(Request) Dirty Desires

Title: Dirty Desires

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Requested by: @hardelvencock

Hey I’ve been wondering if you can do a smut one shot(?) Where it’s s7 episode 1 and where the reader is in the line up and is being degraded by negan and (also maybe humiliation in front of the group) you’re loving every second of it.

Warnings: SUPER NSFW, rough sex, humiliation, degradation

Note: This is a long one and very, very NSFW. If any of the aforementioned warnings might trigger you, please do not read. Also, Negan doesn’t have any redeeming quality in this so yeah. But I enjoyed writing this so much (even if it’s my first time writing this kind of smut) so thank you hardelvencock for the request! I hope you like it! xoxo

“Oh my goodness! Look at this!”

You were supposed to feel scared, to fear for your life and most of all, be angry. Abraham had just been killed by Negan and he wasn’t just killed. He was bludgeoned to death, his head bashed in by a baseball bat countless of times as if the first blow wasn’t enough. And being a good friend of the soldier, you were supposed to despise Negan. And you did, not because he killed one of your own.

But because he turned you on.

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If you think you’re worthless, stop scrolling right now and read.

I’m writing this for a specific mutual, but it isn’t only true for one person, so read on.

You know those inspirational posts you see people reblog every day?

Stuff about people all throughout history who failed and went bankrupt and were depressed and were told they weren’t good enough - and yet somehow they rose above it and defied all those notions to become heroes and legends and history makers and culture movers. And the post always ends with “so don’t be hard on yourself when you mess up” and it’s all nice and sweet and pretty. Maybe you scroll past them. Maybe you hardly ever see them on your dash at all.

Maybe you’re among those who reblogs these posts.

But maybe every time you hit the reblog or the like button, your brain is whispering “this isn’t about you” and “yes people can do amazing things, but not you” and “ah yes amazing stories, too bad it will never happen to you” and you listen to these whisperings and you laugh and shake your head…

Because you know exactly where you stand: worthless. irredeemable. a loser. a lost cause.

Please.

Please.

Listen to me.

As your friend.

As a stranger who doesn’t know you. Who doesn’t have to know you, or your failings, or your depression, or your anxiety, or your embarrassments, or your deepest darkest most heinous crimes.

Stop.

Just stop.

Look up. Look around you. Open. Your. Eyes. Are they open? Good. Keep them open. Don’t ever close them again. See the world. See you: a human being, valid, flawed, journeying, changing, growing, scraping, failing, rising, a masterpiece that will never be made again.

You are beautiful. You who think you are overweight and lazy. You are beautiful. You who think you are stupid and uneducated. You are beautiful. You who think you are a loser, and amount to nothing. You are beautiful. You who bleed and ache and never rest. You are beautiful.

You have worth.

Want to know a secret? If you wake up in the morning and tell yourself you’re not going to amount to anything that day, then you aren’t going to. If you go to bed at night thinking nothing will change tomorrow, then you are going to change nothing.

Because you’ve resigned yourself to that lie. And it is a lie, friend. A straight-out, soul-condemning, out-of-the-pit, self-deprecating, self-pitying lie. A lie you don’t have to believe. A lie you should not believe.

If you stand in the corner and bow your head and stare at the ground, you’ve already lost the battle without fighting. This is a surrender in which there is no honor, and in it there is no hope.

Life isn’t easy, friend. Life isn’t fair. It’s hard. And getting things done is hard. Some days, just getting up out of bed is hard. Just breathing. Just doing homework. Just going to work. Just trying to keep the dishes and trash from overflowing.

But we do it anyway.

Why? Because there’s life to live. There are choices to be made. Jokes to laugh at. Awkward conversations to be had. Art to mess up and start over on. Jobs to work. Pizza to be eaten.

We do it anyway.

So guess what?

You do it anyway too.

Why? Because of this:

You are special.

Right now, this second, turn off the voice that hears these Disney-fied words and scoffs and ignores them. Listen.

There is not a human being who has ever lived or ever will live on this planet that is not important, that is not here for a reason. No life is worthless, and most certainly not yours. My God doesn’t make worthless things, and he doesn’t make mistakes. There are no extra pieces in this universe, no spare parts. He made you. And he made you for a purpose, and that purpose is not to sit in your room, afraid to try, afraid to love, afraid to hope, afraid to climb and fall and hurt and get back up again.

Want to know another secret? You aren’t alone. Every single human being in the history of everything has struggled with feeling worthless at some point in their life. Every single one. That is not a lie. Your feelings of worthlessness are not what is special about you. You are what is special about you. The God who created you is what is special about you.

No matter what you’re going through, no matter what you’ve done, no matter what you have failed to do, someone else has gone through worse. Sometimes, a lot worse.

Oh, now you feel invalidated. “Why can’t I just believe in myself? Other people have it worse, I shouldn’t complain, I should just try harder, but I know trying harder isn’t going to help, so what’s the point.”

Guess what?

Stop that too.

Stop it dead in its tracks.

Kill that thought. Every day. Every morning. Every minute it shows its ugly lying face. Kill it and put it to rest. Stack headstones on top of it and move away, far far way, friend.

Don’t tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about. I don’t know where you’ve been, but you don’t know where I’ve been either. Don’t ignore hope because you think it’s for other people. Don’t keep yourself from making an effort, and pushing yourself forward. Bury the lie. You have worth. You are loved. You are important. God does not make worthless things.

One of my favorite lyrics says “How does it end when the war that you’re in is just you against you against you? You’ve got to learn to love, learn to love your enemies too.”

Learn to love.

Your enemy.

Yourself.

Start learning to see you the way God sees you.

See you the way I see you.

Perfect.

Worthwhile.

Amazing.

Just at the very beginning.

Every single day you wake up is a brand new start.

A bright new chance. Every. Single. One. You will never stop getting chances for as long as you are here, so why dismiss them? Isn’t that the most beautiful thing there is? You get to keep trying. Every single day. You have the gift to go again, try again, start again, live again, breathe again, hope again.

Guess what. When the morning is wasted, the afternoon is still there. When the afternoon is wasted, the evening is still there. When the evening is wasted, the night is still there. And then morning comes again.

So the next time you see a motivational post, an inspiring reblog, a story about how someone overcame something horrible, and turned it into something amazing, look long and hard and take courage, find hope in that. Stop dismissing it as being from a universe you have no part in. Stop putting yourself to that measuring stick and turning away because you’re not there yet.

You’re looking at the end result. At some point, they were standing in your shoes. They couldn’t see the end. They couldn’t see what they might or might not amount to. They had no idea, just like you now. Just exactly like you.

Hope, my friend. Every time you start to think “I can/will never” do this or that or amount to anything or accomplish anything… Hope. Stop those thoughts immediately. Kill them. Bury them. Never stop burying them. They are lies and you are better than them.

Drive them out. Open your eyes. Look around. Pick yourself up. Brush away the tears. “I will try. My God doesn’t make worthless things, so I am not worthless. My God does not create without meaning, so I have meaning. I am here for a reason. Today I will live to find out what that reason is for today. And tomorrow I will hope again.”

Life is hard, my friend. Stop beating yourself up. You are worth more and capable of more than you can ever imagine or hope or dream. Don’t let your past or present failures stop you or beat you down. Keep going, keep hoping, keep killing the lies. You are bigger than them, you go beyond them. And God is greater, and he knows your heart. Trust him. Wake up. Open your eyes. Move forward. Keep your eyes open.



“You’ve got all that emotion that’s heaving like an ocean
And you’re drowning in a deep, dark well
I can hear it in your voice that if you only had a choice
You would rather be anyone else

I love you just the way that you are
I love the way He made your precious heart

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

I know it’s hard to hear it when that anger in your spirit
Is pointed like an arrow at your chest
When the voices in your mind are anything but kind
And you can’t believe your Father knows best

I love you just the way that you are
I love the way He’s shaping your heart

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

Well how does it end when the war that you’re in
Is just you against you against you
Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies too

You can’t expect to be perfect
It’s a fight you’ve gotta forfeit
You belong to me whatever you do
So lay down your weapon, darling
Take a deep breath and believe that I love you

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies
Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies too

The Newest Ackles

Part 2 of Welcome to the Family

Relationship: Jensen X Daughter!Reader, Danneel X Daughter!Reader

Words: 2,232

Summary: The Reader is having a difficult time adjusting to her new way of life. But a challenge is nothing if not exciting!

Warnings: being the new kid at school, bullying (if you squint), lots and lots of fluff

Tagging: @winchesters-favorite-girl @deathtonormalcy56 @sis-tafics @straightasdeanwinchester @infamati–et–obliterati @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish @alexandriajanae4 @27bmm @missdestiel67 @sumara62

A/N: I was going to wait to post this but I’m impatient sometimes lol. Plus I really liked the way this turned out. There will not be another part to this, in case anyone was wondering. Enjoy!

Read part 1 here - Welcome to the Family

Originally posted by humans-are-so-overrated-moved

The window was cool against the side of your head, a nice reprieve from the oppressive heat of Texas. Even after spending the entire summer in the Lone Star state, you still hadn’t quite adjusted to the temperature of your new home.

You scowled as the sunlight hit your eyes again; no matter which way you sat in your seat, you could never seem to completely block the harsh rays pouring into the car.

“What are you thinking about, kiddo?”

With a sigh, you turned to face Danneel – no, your mom.

God, you were never going to get used to that, were you?

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Mine

Reader x Stiles Stilinski

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You are in love with Stiles, but thinks you don’t stand a chance, since he only sees you as Scott’s sister and a friend. Plus, you think he is love with Lydia. Then, one day, you get seriously injured. When you later wake up at the hospial, Stiles surprises you by confessing his feelings.

Warnings: sinful fluff with this smol bean named stiles, slight swearing, but eh… haha

Word Count: 2881



Outside, a dark, snowy morning rose and you groaned upon hearing the awful sound of your alarm clock ringing at its fullest on the nightstand next to your bed. Going to school in such weather should be considered a crime - but it was not, so you forced yourself to get up. A warm shower would probably get you in a better mood. Yawning lazily, you left your room and went to the bathroom, from where Scott came out drying his wet black hair with a towel.

“Good morning, sis.” He winked, smiling cheerfully. “Mum made us breakfast before she left to the Hospital. Hurry up or I’ll eat your pancakes.”

“Touch my pancakes and it won’t matter if you’re a werewolf or not: I’ll cut you up!” You tried to keep it serious, but ended up laughing out loud alongside him. “All I need is a ten minute bath and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

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One Night Stand

Finally, a part 2! I’d been planning this for a while, but with all the requests i’ve received it’s been hard to do so. But here I am, and maybe this will become a series? I’m not sure, depends if you guys requests so!

Imagine Prompt: can i request a oneshot please? id like one where you and bellamy secretly like each other but you two are really sarcastic and you fight a lot and one day you two were on a mission and they had to sleep next to each other in a cave and bellamy surprise the reader by putting his arms around her in his sleep and spooning her. just this with a lot of sass and sarcasm, please? thank you :)

Warning: none. kind of…


Originally posted by fyeahbellarke

When you woke up, you felt oddly warm. A sense of safety flushed through you and you couldn’t quite figure out why. There was a body next to yours, and as you blinked in the brightness of the sun that surrounded the cave and blinked away the blurriness, you began to try and move only to find you couldn’t.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist, tight and protective to the point you couldn’t move. You furrowed your brows, still slightly asleep as you tried to pin who exactly was with you. You hadn’t had anyone on ground and you definitely wouldn’t sleep with someone on a… one.. night stand.

“You wouldn’t be just a one night stand.”

Bellamy’s words echoed through, the memories of last night flashing through as you became wide awake. You snapped up, forcefully ripping Bellamy’s arms of from around you. You heard him moan in shock as he too woke up. Shy and bashful, you hugged yourself as Bellamy groaned awake and sat up next to you.

What would you say? Everything that had happened last night was something you’d never expected. And despite how hard you tried to push down the secret feelings you’d developed for the boy, they were there and they only increased after the events of last night. But there was no way Bellamy would like you back, which was why you’d never acted on those feelings.

“You wouldn’t be just a one night stand.”

Or would he?

“Uh, good morning.”  Bellamy’s deep voice echoed around you and you felt your muscles tense. Was he going to act like none of this had ever happened? But, maybe that would be best. You didn’t think you’d be able to confront him or your feelings, so maybe acting as if none of it happened would be okay.

Standing up, you murmured a good morning. Ignoring the feel of his eyes lingering on you as you walked to the opening of the cave and stepped out. You let your eyes wander over the sunshine that no shun brightly and the warmth you could now bask in. Turning back into the cave you quickly began packing up your things. “The fogs gone, we should head back to camp. People are probably starting to worry.”

Bellamy said nothing but let his gaze linger on you a moment longer, before he too began to pack up. The walk back to camp was silent, and long. Even after an hour, which felt like you should’ve reached camp by now, you were still an hours walk away. And the silence was agonizingly painful as well as awkward. It almost felt as if you were alone, because of the dead silence, if you could miss the awkward stares and bumps of the shoulders.

Eventually, a short half n hour later (so they were only a half n hour away) you’d gotten tired of walking and leaned against a tree. Huffing in tiredness, and rubbing your feet in pain. Normally you wouldn’t be so whiny, but you hadn’t had to walk this long in a long time, seeing as before this you’d never been allowed out of camp.

You heard a huff of annoyance from behind you, but you chose to ignore it. Figuring Bellamy had been just as tired as you, and was annoyed by it. But you were hugely mistaken, when he began speaking. “Really, Y/N?” He snapped.

With narrowed eyes, you looked over at him shaking your head. “Really what?”

“You need to stop right now. We are almost back to camp and the sooner the better.” 

Your jaw opened in bafflement and with a huff, you let your foot fall and you slipped back on your shoe. You turned to him, crossing your arms over your chest as you glared at him. “Yeah, I did need to stop. I wasn’t the one who asked you to come on this damn mission, that had been an absolute fail by the way. And i’m tired, and i’m sick of being near you.” Suddenly, all your pent up feelings came pouring out at his complete ignorance to your side of things. You tried to tell yourself to remain calm, and reason things out, but your irrational side got the better of you.

“You should know by now that I take whatever lead I get and that when we go out, we do what needs to be done and get back. There isn’t time for resting!” He practically yelled.

“No, actually, I wouldn’t know.” You reprimanded. “I wouldn’t because ever since we landed down here, you haven’t let me step one foot out of that camp. God knows why.” 

He stayed silent for a while, both of you wondering what had started this fight and why it’d become so tense. It was a stupid thing to argue over, and the both of you knew, but for some reason every angry thought came to your mind, whether it had to do with Bellamy or not, and you couldn’t control yourself. 

“Sorry for caring.” Bellamy spat.

Your eyes widened and you let out a dry laugh, “care? Since we landed you’ve been treating me as if i’m an annoyance. Why care about a pestering princess right?”

“You are an annoyance!” He yelled, despite himself. And with shock, you took a step back. Not quite expecting such harsh words to come out of his mouth, you opened your mouth to say something but came out empty. You picked up your backpack, not quite sure what to do. “Wait, Y/N…” Bellamy tried but you interrupted him.

“No, uh, it’s okay.” You whispered, staring at the ground. “I get it. I don’t know why I ever thought that… we… no, sorry.” You let the words slip out before you ran off. Your feet carrying you faster than you ever thought they could, and before you knew it you’d ran so far that you didn’t know where you were. You’d never been in these woods before and without a tracker, you found yourself lost. The world spun around you as you tried to figure out where you were.

“Hey!”


Bellamy huffed, after walking around searching for you, and not able to find you, he figured you’d gone back home. He was worried and regretted all the words he said, because in the moment he hadn’t meant any of it. He’d just been frustrated that the two of you hadn’t discussed what had happened the night before.

You’d been ignoring his advances and gazes, he’d become frustrated with you to the point he became irrational.

Letting out a deep breath, he signalled to be let in and walked through. His eyes already searching for you, and expecting to see you walk up to him with a stomp to your step. Only you never came, and instead in your place Clarke came up. Seemingly relieved to see Bellamy standing there.

Her eyes searched around him, and he blinked in confusion. “Bellamy! I’m so glad you’re okay!” She said once she reached him, smiling up him. Bellamy smiled at her shortly, his eyes going past her for you. His heart began to race when you never showed up.

“Where’s Y/N?” Immediately, Bellamy snapped his eyes down to Clarke. His heart picking up in fear as he stared baffled down at Clarke.

“What do you mean where is she? She’s not here?” Bellamy asked in a panicked rush.

Clarke furrowed her brows, shaking her head. “No, the last time she was here was when she left with you yesterday.” She explained, her face contorting in concern. “What happened Bellamy? Where is Y/N?”

At the frantic mention of your name, a crowd of your friends had gathered. All staring at Bellamy expectantly as he stared at the ground in pure fear. How could he had been so stupid? Letting you go over a stupid fight like that. 

“Bellamy, where’s Y/N?” Jasper piped up, coming to stand next to Bellamy.

“We were out, but then I got in such a stupid fight with her.” He said, his voice deep as he blamed himself. “She ran off, and I searched for her but I figured she’d headed off back here.”

Clarke’s eyes widened with realization. “Bellamy she’s never been out of-”

“Out of camp before.” He finished, nodding. “I know.” Nodding to himself, he grabbed his gun and began marching towards the gates. 

“Where are you going?” Clarke yelled.

“Going to find her.”

- Part 3?
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-BIG ARMS

-he has to be touching you 24/7, like arm over your shoulders, even holding your hand if he wants to be romantic

-everyone has to know you’re his

-love bites

-(just to make sure they know)

-imagine the marks this guy would leave

-you would distract him so much!

-days where  you seriously do not leave bed

-playful fights

-which would end with him pressing you against the ground and anyone who was watching the fight to see who would win gets super uncomfortable

-standing on your tip toes to kiss him

-he would carry you everywhere and it doesnt even phase him

-he might even forget you’re on his back. like a Dauntless leader talks to him and he gets all stiff and military only to realize you’re still hanging onto his back

-training together (mostly him doing pushups over top of you and getting a kiss for each one)

-he’d be super possessive tbh

-he’d be a jealous type

-a guy is flirting with you, Eric just comes and wraps his arms around you and kisses your neck, or fights the guy, or throws you over his shoulder and just takes you away

-calling him ‘cave man’ because he’s such a guy

-he would not be one to cuddle but that doesnt stop you from wrapping yourself around him or over him

-then once you fall asleep he actually loves it

-he loves running his fingers through your hair

-being his one weakness

-sexy jaw clenches

-tracing his tattoos with your fingers (sometimes making him shiver and he gruffly moves away because it embarrasses him)

-holding hands under the table when you eat in the cafeteria (or just having his arm loosely over the back of your chair) 

-he would glare if anyone was doing anything bad. like a guy who was a douche walks into the caf and Eric just glares at him the entire time

-sneaking kisses in deserted hallways

-actually a super cute secretive relationship because he’s madly in love with you but is shy about it???

-jumping on the bed to wake him up and he just pins you to his side because he needs more sleep. so you tickle him.

-learning the hard way just how dangerous showers can be

-he would totally have the weirdest work out routines. like you’d wake up at 2 in the morning to see him doing sit ups. he looks at you. you look at him. he continues.

-giving him hickies on his neck, saying you’re ‘adding to the aesthetic of the tattoos’

-lying in bed curled against his chest, absentmindedly drawing things on his chest with your finger

-or you on your stomach, no shirt, asleep and he traces stuff on your back, or kisses your back, he likes your back

-you dont have a lot of reasons to cry but when you do, he brushes his thumb across your cheek to wipe away the tears, then holds you to his chest because when you’re in his arms nothing can hurt you

-he loves to listen to you talk and he values your opinion so much, so when (or if?) you side with the divergents, he listens to your side of it and actually starts to agree, because if its the choice of being with your or hurting divergents, he chooses you.

-if you’re divergent? he would love you the same, if not more for trusting him enough to tell him. he would protect you till his last breath

-he’d call you ‘princess’ or ‘babe’ or ‘sweetheart’ maybe even ‘cupcake’ but in a condescending way

-rough rough rough but passion passion passion

-i dunno, i love him

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Your Breath on His

He’s part of the Mafia, and you’re part of their rival gang. What happens when you cross paths with Yoongi? 

Mafia! Yoongi 

Angst, Smut references, Slight fluff, Swearing

3400+


A/N- Thank you so much for @suhotrashanon and @lanzdactor for helping me!! And @thefuturewillbeprosperous thank you for being so patient, I hope it is worth the wait :)  I tried my best to fit the complex request into something small-ish :)

I feel like it was a whole lot in a short span of time but I hope ya’ll like it anyway

Originally posted by jjks

The sun hangs low on the horizon, stretching its arms out, across the city as your body grows restless in the bed sheets. The black behind your eyelids soon evaporate into the harsh light creeping in through the gap in your curtains. The rise and fall of your chest steady as your heartbeat slows to a normal pace. Another nightmare, you sigh, wiping the bead of sweat from your forehead.

-

He forces his back further into the wall, attempting to blend into shadows that remain from dusk. Clutching his deep wound closed, he uses the other hand to lean his weight up and over a fence. His footsteps echo through the hollow backstreets, others following close by. His energy drained body slides around one last corner before giving way to his weak legs.

“Where the fuck did that bastard Yoongi go,” a voice spits. Three others soon join behind the man, their breathing heavy. As their footsteps continue on, Yoongi relaxes further into the grass, watching them through a small gap between a hedge.

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Free to Be You and Me - Part 1

Word Count: 3411

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, SPN Typical Violence 

A/N: Sorry this took forever. I hope to get back into it more regularly soon. I can’t really make any promises. 

Constructive feedback always welcome and appreciated

Series Rewrite Masterlist


The vibrating of your phone on the bedside table pulled you from a deep sleep and you gently detangled Dean’s limbs from around you to reach it. Squinting against the light from the screen, you saw it was Sam and slipped out of bed, going outside to answer. “Sam? It’s late, are you ok?”

“Hey, yeah. I’m sorry. You were asleep.” Sam chuckled. “I forgot we might not be in the same time zone.”

“I was awake, Sam. It’s fine.”

“You weren’t. I can tell. You got that…sleep voice of yours going on.”

“Sleep voice?” You giggled. “What does that even mean, Samuel?”

“It’s kinda gravely, like you’ve been chain smoking for about 60 years.” He joked.

“Shut up.” You snapped. “Yes. I was asleep, alright? We’re hunting vamps. And I’ve been having lots and lots of sex with your brother so I’m exhausted. What’s up? Why are you calling so late?”

“TMI, Y/N/N. Way TMI.” Sam groaned. “Anyway, I called because…have you…are you having weird dreams again?”

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Quicksilver x Reader

Originally posted by imaginecabin

based on a prompt by @the-modern-typewriter however I cannot find the post rn.


—-

*month ago*

“And that I stole from the fun fair” Peter said pointing at some teddy bear in the corner of the room. You giggled and hugged onto his side on the bed you were laying on.

“I can’t believe I’m sitting here, listening to you tell me about all the shit you stole.” You played with his grey locks.

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Being Friends With Reaper Includes:

Requested by anon! 

(I can’t believe that ya’ll like my stuff enough to be sending in asks!! Like thank you for reading my trash??? ;w;)

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  • It’s really, really tough to become close enough to Reaper to get on actual friendship terms with him bUT W H EN Y OU DO
  • Reaper’s a cunt
  • But, like, in the best way possible
  • Teases you about everything you do (especially if you do something wrong)
  • This usually includes mocking you in Spanish
  • While he used to have a sixth sense for emotions before the Reaper-ing, now he’s not really good with them
  • Like, if his teasing gets too harsh you’ll have to tell him to his face, otherwise he doesn’t really notice (bonus points if you do this after slapping/punching him; really gets the message through)
  • If it gets to that point I can promise you he’ll never cross that line again
  • You’re a gem to him and he definitely doesn’t want to lose another of his friends
  • Seriously, the man is trying his hardest and it definitely shows, which makes it pretty hard to stay mad at him
  • Also hella flirty but not never really genuine about it (getting on romantic terms with him is a whole other level, my friends; ha sucks to be you if you have a crush on the man)
  • He NEVER crosses the line on the flirting front
  • Like he’s still a fucking gentleman
  • That’s a subject he’s very careful about (because he certainly doesn’t actually want you to become attracted to a monster like him) so he always makes it his mission to make sure you know he’s just goofing around
  • Also PR A N KSTER SUP R EM E
  • Like can someone say prank wars because you bet your ass it’s a common thing when friends with him
  • You usually lose
  • Reaper’s the Prank King, I promise you
  • He’s also the king of lame puns surrounding the subject of death and just shitty puns/jokes in general
  • This man is precious and I will physically fight anyone who tries to tell me otherwise
  • On very rare occasions, if you’re really good friends, you might get to see him without his mask
  • Like even when he’s not wearing the ole big, baggy, edgelord attire, he still wears that mask
  • He refuses to admit it but he loves video games
  • You take him to an arcade
  • Boi, get ready to be there for hours
  • Also if you two are ever hanging out and you find one of those strength-tester games he will be at it until he breaks the scale
  • That’s really not very hard for him to do
  • He gives you whatever prizes he wins, unless their owls or skeletons
  • He’s a stronk boi
  • Speaking of which, piggyback rides and princess-style carrying if you ever get sleepy while hanging out with him
  • You are an important bean who must be kept healthy and he’d hate for you to exhaust yourself
  • You must also be protected so self-defense classes
  • He definitely makes sure you could hold your own in a fight against him
  • Just in case
  • He doesn’t really trust himself to get close to people anymore
  • Because, y’know, he’s supposed to be the big, bad, villain guy now
  • He seriously cannot fathom why you would want to be his friend
  • He will probably never muster up the courage to ask you why though
  • His self-loathing is pretty obvious around you though, so you might tell him to spill one day
  • Tell. Not ask. If you ask, he won’t say shit. You gotta stand your ground and make him do a therapy session with you.
  • But that’s a whoooole other story/post
  • Basically he will take care of you while you secretly take care of him and keep him grounded too
  • Oh, also movie/cartoon marathons and he’ll play guitar for you on special occasions (ex. your birthday if you whine enough)
Another Writer

Word Count; 1805

A/N: hope you enjoy this! My laptop crashed once again and I lost my freaking request list, I really have to start writing that down on paper oh my god. Much love guys ️<3


Originally posted by marorra

(^^ Betty is hella me oh my god hes handsome and hot and *incomprehensible muttering and heavy breathing* okay back to your paid programming lol)

MasterList 

     Sitting next to a boy who spends all his time writing is a little intimidating to a girl who also writes, although he doesn’t know. He concentrates so hard on the screen in front of him he doesn’t notice the clicking of my keyboard. I don’t write as much as him granted, mostly because he has a broad and interesting subject to write about. He has something to say that most people want to hear. Me on the other hand, not so much. I have a subject that is more personal, and outside of the public’s interest, my muse is more personal. The boy whom I sit next to while he writes will never know of my writings because he is the muse, and I can’t bear the thought of him finding out.

    Often, I watch him while he is busy at work, his brows furrowed in concentration. The screen illuminating his face, bringing some light into his blue eyes that the dim lighting of the diner tries to hide. I notice the small things, the way he bites his lip, the small sighs he lets out when he is stuck, the way his eyes dart across the screen repeatedly while he reads and proof-reads and double proof-reads his work. His little curls that poke out of his crown-shaped beanie and how they fall over his face, the small smirk that comes across his face when he is proud of what he’s written, and how he’ll always celebrate with another milkshake, usually courtesy of me because I always offer.

    I notice the flash of unsureness when I offer to buy his milkshake, he seems to get uncomfortable and feel bad when people buy things for him, but I insist. I notice we have the same conversation every time it happens, he gets his proud little smirk and I smile up from my own screen and laugh. “Did you like what you read?” I’ll ask, and that’s when his gaze captures mine. “I sure did.” He’ll reply, standing from the booth quickly, almost as if he’s trying to beat me up because he also knows what’s coming. “Oh, no you don’t, milkshake is on me.” And there’s the flash of unsureness I was talking about. “You don’t have to do that Y/N, I can buy my own milkshakes.” He’ll try to argue, but I’m stubborn. You’d think he’d learn not to try to fight with me on things like this, I stand my ground and I don’t ever give up. Although I admire his own persistence too, we are both stubborn I guess and I quite enjoy our little quarrels on stupid things.

     "I don’t want you to spend a dime of your money on a milkshake, you’re not in the best situation.“ I’ll say, trying to coax him to let me just buy his milkshake, and he’ll chuckle. "You aren’t in the best situation to either.” I roll my eyes and make my way to the counter. “I’ll survive Juggie, sit down and I’ll take care of it.” I’ll call over my shoulder, and he’ll reluctantly sit. Day after day this happens, and day after day I buy him his milkshake.

    It may sound like I understand this boy like the back of my hand, and on most things I do, but I still get confused. I notice things about him that I can never sort out, but it’s mostly because of my own doing. I notice the way he smiles at me, it’s different from how he smiles towards others. To normal people, he just gives his signature smirk, but to me, especially when we are alone, I get a smile. I can never tell if it’s because I’m his best friend, or if it’s because he likes me more than he likes other people, I wonder if it’s because he may replicate my feelings I feel towards him.

    Sometimes he’ll pull me away from the group while we are at school and they are all doing something the both of us don’t like, or just when he doesn’t think they’ll notice. He’ll grab my hand and take me to the Blue and Golds office, an empty classroom, or we’ll just leave school all together and go to Pops. Most of the time he’ll pull his laptop out once we are alone and he’ll start to write, making very small talk. Once I asked why it’s only when he is alone with me he said “I only write when I’m around you because you’re quiet and don’t ask me too many questions. Anyways, I like spending time with you.” That was all the answer I needed, but it still confused me in some way. Why doesn’t he like spending time like this with anyone else?

    Other times when he pulls me away, we’ll talk and catch up, or when the Drive In was still around, we’d watch movies. It didn’t matter which one we did, he’d still do the same thing, he’ll sit real close to me, and place his hand incredibly close to mine, although I’m sure it is just on accident. He’ll tell me what’s going on in his life, and I’ll sit there and happily and attentively listen. I’m always there for him when he wants to vent. I’ll tell him about my life, which mostly consists of hardships and he will do the same as I do for him. And without fail, he always places a protective arm around me, pulling me close into him which never fails to make me feel better.

    “Y/N? Earth to Y/N!” a voice called, pulling me out of my trance. I looked up wide-eyed at Jughead and he chuckled. “You alright?” he asked.

    “Yeah, of course. Are you?” I asked, and he nodded.

    “Yeah. I’m great.” he smiled, looking down at his screen.

    “Did you like what you read?” I asked, and he nodded slightly.

    “I sure did.” He said, quickly sliding out of his booth to stand up, but I was faster. I stood in front of his seat and pushed him back down into the seat, smirking down at him.

    “Oh no you don’t, milkshake is on me.” I stated happily.

    “You don’t have to do that Y/N, I can buy my own milkshakes.” He tried to gently argue, but I rolled my eyes and put my hand on my hip.

    “I don’t want you to spend a dime of your money on a milkshake, you’re not in the best situation.” I argue back and he chuckles.

    “You aren’t in the best situation either.” He replies and I chuckle and roll my eyes again.

    “I’ll survive Juggie, sit back and I’ll take care of it.” I say, making my way to the counter. I order Jugheads milkshake and sit at the counter, waiting. It takes a few minutes, but I patiently sit there, scrolling through my phone. Just then a text from Veronica pops up on my screen and I push the notification, bringing me to my messages.

Veronica :) – Hey, where’d you and Jughead go, we still have 2 periods left, or are you guys going to skip those too?

    I laugh at the text and reply, letting her know that I didn’t think me and Jughead were going to make it back for the rest of our classes. I’m brought from my phone as Pops sets a chocolate milkshake down in front of me and I smile and thank him, handing him the money. I take the milkshake in my hand and climb down from the stool, turning to make my way back to the booth. I look over to Jughead, and my heart stops, he’s on my laptop. I quickly make my way over to the booth and slam the milkshake down on the table and reach for my laptop.

    “What are you doing Juggie? That’s mine!” I say, pulling my laptop from his eye sight and closing it.

    “I was just trying to see what you do while I write, but it looks like you do the same thing.” He says smugly. I can feel as my cheeks turned crimson red, and I stared down at the table, unable to look at the raven-haired boy in front of me.

    “Well you weren’t supposed to know I write.” I say, and he chuckles.

    “I’m aware, pretty sure I read that in your… what are you writing? Are you going to publish that into a book?” he asked, and I shrugged.

    “I- I don’t know.” I say, taking a seat on my side of the booth. Jughead just chuckled again and I looked up at him, meeting his gaze. “I just write random stuff while you write your novel. There’s a lot more than just that.”

    “Well, you’re very good at writing.” He said, and I smiled.

    “Thank you.” I reply, glancing at my laptop. The seat next to me dipped, and I felt a body near me. I turned and saw Jughead sitting by me, smiling smugly.

    “So, you like me, huh?” he asked and I hid my face him my hands, laughing slightly to myself. “Because it sounds like you do, quite a bit actually.” I feel as his arm wraps around my shoulders and he pulls me into him, and I hide my face in his chest. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about Y/N.”

    “Says you, you didn’t just have your longtime crush read a short passage about how much you like them.” I mumble and I feel as he chuckled.

    “Touché.” he said, and it fell silent for a minute. “Will you look at me, please?” I slowly raised my head and looked up at Jughead. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” he asked.

    “I didn’t know how to.” I replied, and he rolled his eyes.

    “There’s a lot of ways you could have told me.” He said, looking sweetly down at me and I scoffed.

    “Its not just that easy.” I say and he nods, glancing down from my eyes to my lips, and then back to my eyes. Before I could register what was happening, I felt a pair of lips on mine, and I instinctively shut my eyes and kissed back. Jughead pulled away way too soon, and chuckled down at me.

    “That seemed easy enough.” He said, and I playfully smacked him on the shoulder.

    “Whatever Jug. If it was that easy, why didn’t you do that before?” I asked, and it was his turn to blush.

    “Again, touché.” he said, and I laughed, leaning into him again. He pulled his laptop around and started typing again, and I watched as words flew across the screen.

    “I’m really glad you read my story.” I mumbled, and he laughed.

    “I’m glad I did too.”

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