#i HATE my actual prom pics

[godisshook]

The Golden Boy

Noah was the definition of a golden retriever boy. He worked in our community, loved people, and was incredibly kind. The guy was essentially the second coming of Christ, and unfortunately, my next-door neighbor. We were always in the same classes, and while we had a few talks, our personalities seemed vastly different. I wasn't kind or even very nice, but I wasn't ashamed. I loved drama, hated people, and was always on my phone, never doing anything for anyone unless I had to.

Senior prom season was rolling around, and I had contemplated not going, as every other person I could call a friend wasn't going either. As the morning of promposals come around, I chill in the cafeteria with my best friend Victoria. While most of my friends weren't going because the idea of prom makes them vomit, Victoria was a little different. She was going out of the country the day of prom (yes I was incredibly jealous) and she had even received a promposal, but had to turn it down. As me and her chat over school pizza, I notice Noah and a procession of people walk into the cafeteria. "Well, at least he's consistent in being corny," I think to myself. Before I could even fully look back down, though, I notice him walking to the back, towards ME.

I could not even begin to run as he taps my shoulder from the center aisle, and dropped the fated question, "Will you do me the honor of going to prom with me?" I try to feign sarcasm, but the invite was kind of cute, and as the two girls next to him hold up big YES and NO signs, I slowly stand up and walk over to the NO sign girl, and as Noah's expression starts to fall, I jerk back and grab the YES sign. As the silent anticipation turns to cheers and yelling. I appreciate the moment, but realization hits all too fast, I would actually have to GO to prom.

As that day comes, I walk out, and see Noah smiling widely. "You look breathtaking," he says, and I blush slightly, but catch myself and refocus. He opens his passenger seat door, lets me in, and walks over to the driver's side. The drive to prom was full of small talk, and a lot of me trying to figure out why in the world he would invite me to anything, let alone prom. He remains vague, but as my prying intensifies, we arrive to the venue.

The dance was relatively nice, and as prom king and queen is announced, Noah unsurprisingly wins king, with a girl named Naomi winning prom queen. The rest of the night goes as well as it could, with Noah getting pulled aside every other second to attend to something, and me standing in various corners scrolling on social media.

Summer would change a lot, including Noah. Even before graduation, he had been working out regularly, but as summer rolled around, he would intensify his regimen by a thousand. The worst part was that he looked really good. It seemed as if he was destined to succeed at everything, having the world handed to him on a silver platter.

The only thing he never truly got was me. Even though we had talked more after the prom date, there was still no romantic lead to things, and at most I saw him as a close acquaintance.

One morning, as I go to get my mail, I notice Noah jogging up to me, clearly heading to the gym as it seems. His pecs and biceps were bulging through his tank top, and I couldn't help but notice. "Hey, eyes up here," he says, chuckling. Even I could admit that I giggled at that statement. We once again engage in small talk, and we talk about college plans. I had been trying to figure out what school he was going to since graduation. He hadn't posted anywhere about it, so it was anyone's guess. I realize he's going to the same state school as me. It was a nice school, and people would come from out of state to attend, so people usually gravitated to it anyway.

The rest of my summer is incredibly boring, with me barely leaving the house, and only occasionally encountering the real world. Social media is flooded with classic summer pics, which makes the indoor prison I was rotting in even worse. As college finally rolled around, I felt strangely hopeful, at least it would be a different venue.

Fall semester would roll around, and my mission of self-improvement would begin. I would go out more, make an effort to be slightly more active, and at least attempt to be friendly. My efforts were not in vain, but I definitely didn't have the overnight success Noah seemed to have. After seeing him flex his massive biceps in the gym, I vowed to never go again, forsaking that place. I will never forget the grin on his face as he noticed me, that god-damn grin.

Fall semester passed quickly, and as spring semester came around, change was in the air. Noah immediately would join a frat, which was the same one as his dad (of course). And he remained his same soft oblivious self, which somehow was even more annoying, as the fuckboy energy lay unused. My courses this semester were far easier, and I would barely go to class, only going if I liked the teacher.

When classes wrap up for the day, I start to head home. As I walk down the main road of the campus, a guy hands me a calendar and says, "Enjoy!" I look back at the guy and then look at the calendar. It was one of those sexy fireman calendars, but instead of firemen, it was frat guys. I hide the calendar in my bookbag for the rest of the day. When I finally get home, I take a good look at the calendar, and each month showed increasingly hot guys, and I continue going through month by month, looking for that familiar face. Lo and behold, the guy for September was the man himself.

Noah and I would text occasionally, and he would give me invites to his frat parties, and would usually drive me back as well. We still weren't in the same circles, but we would make an effort to hang out with one another.

It would be a pre-spring break party that would change everything. Noah would send the invite on Monday, telling me to "Be there or be square!" "I know the absolute corniest frat guy ever." I think to myself as I read over the text. The week passes, with very little in terms of big events, just someone burning themselves in chemistry class.

My week gets spent brainstorming outfits, and inspiration strikes as I spot a cute crop top and pair it with the shortest shorts I can find. As the day comes, I take some accessories and complete the outfit, and get picked up by Noah. The car ride there is relatively talkative, with us talking about our classes and our plans for spring break.

The party was packed on arrival, with people out on the balcony, and crowds of people both inside and outside the frat house. Noah tells me to find him if I have any trouble, and we go our separate ways. The party goes from midday to the dead of night, and people come in and out, keeping it busy at all times. As the liquor begins to hit, I search for Noah and find him by a wall, shirt now half on.

He smiles and waves me over, and we start to chat. With my words slurred, I try to ask him, "How drunk are you?" He laughs and replies, "Kinda buzzed, lol, but not as bad as you." Noticing how I was, he offered to take me to one of the rooms upstairs to recover, which I accepted. When we get in the room, I look at him from the bed as I take sips of the water he brought me, and I eye his body.

As I begin to sober up, my drunkenness becomes horniness, and as no other outlet was near me, Noah would simply have to do. When he gets back in the room, he sits down next to me on the bed. I turn to him and eye him with sex in my eyes. He looks back with a sweet yet determined stare, and I make my move. Before I could even fully lean in to kiss him, though, he takes my neck and pulls me in for a kiss.

Still kissing all over me, we slowly both stand up and move towards the bathroom. He pushes me in and starts lifting my shirt up. My hands follow the form of his abs, and he groans with pleasure. My hands go lower and lower until they reach the rim of his underwear. I gaze at him slyly and start to lower his shorts. His cock was throbbing in his underwear, and he looks at me as if he was going to die if I didn't do something about it. I start off by wrapping my hands around his member and stroking slowly. "Fuckkkkkkk" he grunts under his breath. My mouth replaces my hands, and I start sucking.

Before I could finish my good work, we hear a knock on the bathroom door. A frat guy yells, "HURRY THE FUCK UP" as he starts to bang on the door. I look at him, and he looks at me, looking clueless. Even as he stands in front of me practically naked, he's still his innocent self. We put our clothes back on and leave the bathroom, only to discover that the guy knocking already left.

After that, we start chatting even more. He would constantly check up on me, and always put me first. I still would think about the look on his face, and how he was grunting, not knowing he was kinky at all. When we discuss this over text, he calls himself a "soft top" to which I reply, "lol, have you even topped anybody?" He sends a laughing emoji back, and we talk about random things for the rest of the night.

Spring break comes to a close, and we go back to our regular schedules. Noah and I had been talking even more consistently, and at this point, we would start to flirt with each other, but neither of us would ever commit to it. This arrangement suited me personally, as commitment was truly one of my worst fears.

Noah would start taking me out more, and we would get coffee each day, which he would use as his excuse to check in on me. All this behavior seemed very boyfriend-like, but I paid it little mind, as it meant I got to sleep in his comfy room.

I was going to his place regularly at this point, and while we had still not hooked up since that spring break party, we would watch movies together and relax. One night, as I start to doze off while watching The Office, Noah wakes me up with a question.

He asks me, "Am I your boyfriend?" The question hits me like a ton of bricks. Mustering as much confidence as I can, I reply, "I mean, I would hope so." "Good," he says in a low tone. Just like that, I had committed to Noah being my boyfriend. Before I could even fully process that, he begins unbuttoning his sweater and lays down on his bed.

"Come here."

I never expected to hear those words, but they cause a flood, and I climb over as he pulls my face in to kiss. It's more aggressive this time, hungrier, hornier. He was using his own tongue, and moving all into my mouth. He pulls off my underwear and pulls my ass towards him, and starts eating me out. His tongue swirls all inside me, and I can only let out moans to describe my pleasure.

"Do you want to suck it?" he asks, and I nod quickly as he pulls down his sweatpants and underwear, revealing his cock in its full glory. I start licking his tip, and he grunts in a near growl. As I move down it, his voice gets even lower, and precum starts to build on his tip. I lick it off, and he smiles.

Sweat coated his face as I sucked around his cock, his head jerking back. He would pull off his sweatpants, and he held my head while I was sucking his dick. I climb on top of him, and his cock stands up tall under my ass. I take his cock in my hand and slowly bring it to my ass. As the two make contact, I moan as it starts to fill me up, and he groans and grunts as it slides in. Moving slowly up and down his cock makes him groan even more, and as I come up again, he would take his arms and grab my ass fully, and start dropping me down onto his cock.

"Noah!" I shriek as he pushes me up and down. He stops suddenly, and says, "Say my name again." I say his name continuously as he lifts me up and hoists my body against the wall, sliding his cock deep into me. The pleasure causes me to shriek, as he pushes me up and down continuously. He throws his head back in ecstasy, and his body tenses up as his cum fills me up. We get back on the bed, and I get a devious idea.

I go back down on him immediately, sucking him again, he winces and says "I already came," I immediately reply, "Well then do it again." He blushes, and I keep going, and as his cock gets hotter and hotter, jets of cum come out again, filling up my mouth. I swallow it and give him a smile.

Afterward, he makes sure I'm all cleaned up and makes me dinner, bringing it up to me as I lay in bed sore. He lays back down next to me and asks, "Do you wanna know something?" Between bites of chicken, I mumble a reply, "Wha-?" "You're my first." I look at him and say, "Oh, I know." He jabs me in my side, giggling, and I laugh back at him. When I finish up the food, he puts the tray away and starts getting ready for bed. He turns on a movie, and I lull to bed.

Noah's alarm startles me awake, and he apologizes as he kisses me awake. "I'm just gonna hop in the shower, feel free to chill and do whatever." I wrap myself under his covers and put on Spongebob, watching away as I delay thinking about my own classes. My lab class was an hour away, and I contemplated going as his warm covers take me to a level of comfort unseen before. After what seemed like seven years, Noah finally gets out of the shower.

He came out of the shower looking absolutely majestic, and as I start eyeing him, he looks over at me and says, "Are you gonna do something or just stare?" That lab class would simply have to get skipped because duty called. I eye him back, and he starts tugging at the knot on his towel. "I think it's only fair you come over to me," I say from my position under the covers. "Your wish is my command," he replies. He starts walking to the bed, undoing his towel.

When he gets on the bed, I shift over to him and start giving him a hand job. He taps me and says, "Skip to the part where you use your mouth." I smile and oblige him, sucking to my heart's content. He bucks against me and groans loudly.

"You're doing so gooood," he says in a breathy tone. I smirk up at him and start going down. As I continue, Noah starts to get quiet and all of a sudden, waves of cum are on my face. "You look so good with my cum on you," he says, laughing. He pushes my mouth on top of his cock. His dick completely blocks my throat, and I start to cough and choke, as I push myself off of his dick he grins at me and says, "Sorry, I couldn't help it." I smile back at him as he cleans me off with a towel, and we cuddle on the bed for the rest of the day.

#muscle #muscles #pecs #jock #college jock #college guys #soft top #soft boy #soft boi

[27emailsicantsend]

ok its absolutely SENDING me how after the first kiss and ricky pulls back you can kinda see gina’s lipstick above his top lip and its just funny to me cause like obviously she has fuller lips than him so its inevitable skskskskgfdd but anyway they both look very blissful and breathless and enamored after kissing THAT IS TRUE LOVE!! sidenote that video of the confession and kiss with the audio removed…just a moment of silence because yeah music helped keep that scene pg friendly bc that scene can easily read as pg-14 without it.

also could you imagine if they give us a proper prom episode so we get to see ricky watch in complete awe as gina comes down the stairs in her dress and he goes ‘wow.’ IMAGINE THE ROMCOMIFICATION!!! and like she pins his little flower that coordinates with her dress to the lapel and her hands are shaking out of the good kind of nervousness so he puts his over hers and they share a look before pressing their foreheads together and he finishes it for her. and then they take a million pics in the foyer of gina’s house and wouldn’t it be sweet if ms. porter, mr. bowen AND ms. bowen was there along with todd because they can coexist more peacefully after this summer. so they are surrounded by their loved ones WHILE BEING IN A TOTAL LOVE BUBBLE OF THEIR OWN.

and as much as i love them i hope we seblos win prom royalty and they get their chance to have a first dance while everyone watches (at least thats how my prom was) and ricky is backhugging gina while they sway slowly, gina intertwining their fingers as they do so, watching seblos have their moment and gina telling ricky that shes sorry he didnt win prom king as a senior like he wanted and he looks downs at her from over her shoulder and smiles ‘i already won. im here with the prettiest girl in the world and *chuckle* i think she kinda likes me’ and gina laughs before smiling back ‘well she feels lucky to be with the most handsome cutest boy. and she loves him actually’ and he kisses her temple and cheek and by the. seblos dance is over so they join their friends on the dance floor to have an amazing time!!!!and IM MAKING MYSELF CRY ATP!!!! aka im bday anon back again w more shenanigans and feeling extra delusional so im giving myself two cupcakes 🧁🧁

Just bday anon back at it again with this tomfoolery (which I absolute love and am obsessed with everything I’m sent 😂)

I NEVER NOTICED THE LIPSTICK ARE YOU KIDDING THAT IS SO FUNNY 😂 that is giving extra simp status. I can’t explain it. I know its and uncontrollable variable but there is no other explanation than him simping. Also hard agree some of the scenes in this show make me 🤨 that’s probably why its disneyPLUS. It’s disneyPLUS adult themes?? Idk man if they keep this up we may have to bump up the rating. There was definitely an innuendo with Carlos and the guy at the cabin and then all of the bleep outs of cussing and then rina…. Idk idk. However on other disney shows they’ve definitely had adult/jokes themes (good luck Charlie for example) and it still stayed at a G rating? At this point I actually don’t know what pushes ratings higher anymore haha

You absolutely deserve two cupcakes for the delusion!! I am BEGGING Tim to give us “a night to remember”. Like SO much. So we see all the girls and guys dressing up and then maybe we see rina as an actual pick up date for prom scene (like you suggested). And it would absolutely be a repeat of camp prom where ricky chokes on his own spit when he sees her 😂 and then they take all the cute pictures and you can just see how NERVOUS ricky is. Like he’s been dating her for so long yet he is an absolute mess trying to put her corsage on and open all her doors and stuff. Then gina just opens her own door at some point (it’s me, I’m gina- I’m an absolute nuisance on dates because I hate when guys open my door 😂). And the Seblos royalty is so cute and absolutely as it should be!!! They have their own little first dance and then everyone else joins in 🥹 that would be so sweet. That dress would be SO pretty on her!!!! Ooh and maybe with hair like her Anna braid updo?? Literally show stopping. I could also see her in a small dress with a slit at the torso or a long two piece dress. Heck doesn’t matter it’s Sofia Wylie she could literally wear a garbage bag and we would all be jealous.

I CANNOT WAIT to see rina as a love sick couple it’s the ONLY time I allow cheese on my screen!!! You should read my Christmas Fic in the “my writings” in my bio. I made a whole plot around ricky getting a scarf from gina ;) (this was in between s1 and s2 when I wrote it but it was still cute :))… New Years eve fic is pt. 2 to the Christmas one if you want to read that as well. 😊 and can you imagine the cute screen savers?? I have a feeling gina would have a cute coupley photo as hers but ricky would just have pictures of her because he’s sick and in love. And them just hanging out after school and like cuddling on the couch or doing homework together or riding skateboards etc. 😭 and him hanging out with her while she practices dance because he just loves watching her dance 😭 help s4 is so far away I’m miserable

Ten cupcakes for you 🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁

#rina #hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series #ricky bowen #ricky x gina #gina porter #bday anon #asks #send me asks #headcanons

[dumbjockgirl]

To everyone that makes it their entire life/online existence to hate a show and spread that hate, claim that their side isn’t heard, etc. this isn’t specific to SPoP, as I’ve seen it in LoK and SU, but for example SPoP:

There are other shows for you to watch and spend your time loving so dearly instead of complaining and hating that one, let people enjoy things

I promise you that everyone knows and thought about everything you have said or thought. Maybe not everything, but the gist. It’s not— There’s a difference between ‘critical’ and critical thinking. Critical thinking involves, I like to say, thorough and deep thought including all possible reasons and questions etc., think Socrates and other philosophers.

A ‘critical’, which just call yourself critic because that’s what it is, is completely different. It’s holding the highest standards and expectations and being upset they aren’t met and deciding things for yourself and creating your version of everything to be how you wanted it, this going Out Of Character. There is no character development here, there is only ‘well she’s like that so she will never have a better life which involves getting over herself or certain things’. It’s putting one single character on a pedestal and declaring they can’t do anything wrong. That bad things only happen to them and they don’t deserve it. That nobody else on the show or whatever is good enough for them so you make a character for them, or choose one from a completely different show( early LoK days of Asami Sato x Nightwing) and put them together. We love AUs, but it’s not an AU for these that hate this show so much, it’s The Way it Should Be.

We do so much critical thinking about everything that happens in these shows, those of us who actually enjoy it. We go so deep. For example, we get really deep into how Catra has treated people and how she has treated Adora. Dive into her feelings, dive into how CATRA is just as abused as ADORA but not always the same way. How Adorable has been unintentionally abusive and not as good a friend as she tries because it goes BOTH ways sometimes. One person isn’t always the victim, they can do both and you have to keep that in mind when you think why things have happened. They both get through it because they only did these things because that’s all they knew.

Even in a nice ‘utopia’ like Brightmoon, Glimmer was still a little abusive or manipulative when Bow wanted to go to the prom with Perfuma when they went as friends all the time. Glimmer and Catra learned they can have more friends and so can their beloved have more friends. It’s a whole thing that if you just hate it all, you wouldn’t even notice it, you’ll just think wow they treat the one character like shit they’re just horrible nothing else.

If they don’t learn immediately, like in SU, that they shouldn’t do something then it will be a big thing later. Like when Pearl lied about Peridot having rebuilt the signal to transmit a message so she and Garnet can fuse again, she learned towards the end that she shouldn’t have done that and that it was selfish and manipulative. She didn’t get immediate forgiveness, either, which getting would be totally unrealistic.

For the most part, it’s about learning that something you did was wrong whether it’s immediate or later because recovery isn’t a straight line. Don’t spend your life or even part of it just hating things and making the world know it. For example, I hate MLP and I don’t have a blog dedicated to it, I don’t even make posts about it, I just block and move on. It would be ironic to hate even a specific couple and put a pic of that couple in a kinda gay situation as the header of my blog when I hate it. It’s like the show didn’t teach the hater/anti anything at all.

#spop #lok #su #anti

[starvingsilently333]

i have such bad jealousy issues holy shit, ive been crushing on this girl for months now and we havent hung out in like a month or two cause she was grounded and im out of state, but she was hanging out w my cousin and my cousin posted on notes she was the best ever, and like i dont want my crush to replace me w her, i hate being gone cause i feel like everyone is gonna forget ab me when i get home and imma have no friends cause they didn't actually miss me, and i feel like a burden, but god i wish she was hanging out w me, and it honestly feels like shes replacing me even tho ik shes not, ik its gotten bad cause im thinking of going to prom w her and i dont wanna ruin it and im extra stressed but what if she does like my cousin more? what if she doesn't wanna go to prom w me? what if she forgets ab me? what if im just not talking enough? i do that a lot, god im overthinking this but i cant help it, im so scared im gonna lose all my friends and basically my whole life when i get home just cause i dont wanna be abandoned

okay edit- THEY LITERALLY WERE SO CLOSE IN THE PICS TOGETHER WHY OMG JUST STAY 5 FEET APART, ik im insane, let me be insane holy fuck i just want to literally be w her and shes so close to other ppl please, im the only one allowed to take close pics w her or even be near her, everyone else should respect her bubble, let me clarify ive been crushing on her for like a year and weve def been very close so im not too crazy but i feel like im going crazy

#ed bllog #ed vent

[beaversatemygrandma]

Wow. Just spent HOURS getting shit together and putting it in boxes. Found some neat old stuff that I haven’t touched since i moved out of my mom’s house. Some stuff included some nice memories. Some pics from prom where a good friend of mine was slowly pushing away my shitty abusive ex from me and pushing me into his friend group so I’d actually have a good time. And I did. Because of him. God I miss that guy. He was the first one to step up and point out just how bad my ex was treating me and gave me a whole support system. It’s a shame we fell out and I don’t have enough time before moving to make a move to hang out before i go. Besides, he lives a whole two hours from here now and I haven’t heard from him in over a year. At least I’ll be back in that ‘hometown’ in the next year or so and move in with a good friend.

I feel so melancholic and nostalgic right now. I really wish I dumped that asshole sooner and spent my senior year with friends who actually cared. Can’t spend too long feeling like shit over things that have passed long ago, but I can’t help how emotionally drained I am now.

#cant really blame myself over all that shit that happened either #the way i finally cut that ex off was genuinely traumatic and it took the help of a totally different friend bc the fuckhead trapped me #got stuck in his house with threats that he'd commit suicide if i left so my friend called the cops and had him baker acted #it took months just to get to that point where i was sick of his shit #every other time he'd just guilt me back into his damn trap #that time i knew i wasnt going to deal with it and finally finished the whole thing #it didn't have to go over that way but he pushed me too far #i HATE my actual prom pics #like the ones where im with my ex and we're all dressed up standing on a dock at sunset #i hate those so much but those pics with that group of classmates and the one friend pushing my ex out of the frame? #love them so much #at least now i've learned not to allow people to manipulate my kindness further than im comfortable #but agh i wish i learned sooner #i lost two fucking years to that shit #i burnt out from him and my family being just plain awful and nearly lost all the work i had put into to be in honors classes #it wasnt even the schoolwork that killed me it was the emotional uproar from every other part of my life #its been four damn years but remembering these things still has the same feeling #i wish it never happened #i wish i listened to my friends and dropped that gross dropout #at least there will no longer be chance of running into him in public again once i move #I'll be states away from him and all the shit that happened #but I'll also be states away from all the friends i made and accidentally cut off during my emotionally burnt out phase #at least I'll finally start getting my shit together #beavers speaks #looking at you 2016-2017 fucked up years

[capyclub]

:/

#slowly realizing how fucking devastated I am about grad pics #I just #idk #I barely have any pictures of myself bc I feel so uncomfortable being in front of a camera #but I hate looking back at my camera roll through the years and not seeing any photos of myself #and things like my junior/senior proms and hs graduation are timesi always look back to bc I actually managed to get good photos of myself t #*of myself then #which is why I was so excited for grad photos this year #just one more chance to dress up and feel ok you know? #but it’s not fucking happening and I’m not going to have anything for my last year of college #I already feel like I’m just watching my life happen to me instead of actually living it and having photos to document things really helps #but I feel like I’m just going to try to look back at these four years and especially these last two and not remember anything #and that scares me so so much #:( #ramblings

[rodrickcult]

headcanons for being rodrick’s best friend:

warnings: mentions of drinking and sex + kinda strong language ?

english is not my first language so forgive eventual mistakes! hehe

- you both wouldn’t hesitate to get in a fight if you hear someone insulting the other. you once got detention after punching some dude because he said rodrick will never go anywhere in life and rodrick waited in his van outside school then picked you up and almost cried at the sight of your black eye, but then he grabbed your chin and after analyzing your face he came to the conclusion that you looked cool as hell like that

- taking you to buy ice cream and paying because “she got a black eye for me, so it’s on me this time” and the cashier giggles

- everytime someone mentions that they find rodrick cute you start telling them how kind, sweet and funny he is despite the fake persona he puts on around girls and when they question if you like him given how well you speak of him you just reply:”what? no! i’m advertising him”

- rodrick on the other hand just laughs at their faces and says “she’s way too good for you” or “if you ever make her cry consider yourself dead” but if you actually start dating the person he will act ridiculously friendly like “heyyyy *name*, you are such a perfect match, that’s what i’ve been saying you know. i’m so happy!”

- you borrow each other’s clothes so often that sometimes you look down at your dirty black converse and can’t remember if originally they were yours or his

- you tattoo small silly things onto each other and you definitely have the löded diper logo somewhere on yourself

- you love to sing along to songs together. you either do it in his room, pretending you’re playing at a concert and end up listening to some guilty pleasure songs that you wouldn’t dare to jam to if someone else was there to see or in heffley’s kitchen: rodrick sitting on the counter mimicking the drums and you jumping around mimicking the guitar, susan sometimes changes the song without asking so you suddenly start hearing ABBA and rodrick gets soo annoyed lol

- you also do that to cheer yourselves up, if one is sad about someone/something the other will put up a mini concert and act silly until they manage to bring out a laugh (you use his drumstick as a microphone)

- amazing AMAZING chemistry. like he’ll say something like “remember the turtles thing” and you’ll instantly understand what he’s talking about. also same childish sense of humor.

- he truly thinks you’re the coolest person ever, whenever you do something that he finds rad like burp really loud or talk about that time you broke into one of your friends’ ex house because she wanted to take some of her stuff back and he didn’t let her he looks at you in awe and gets flustered because “my best friend is so freaking cool woo-hoo!!!!”

- you love staying at this house because it’s filled with love and chaos in a positive way, whenever you have to go home you’re sad and to survive the fights or the cold silence you cling to the fact that you’ll be at his house again soon. rodrick knows that and always wants you to stay a little longer, so his house ends up being a second home for you

- sitting in the back of his van talking about literally everything

- if you can’t find a significant other you go to prom together as friends and just take the most stupid pics that you’ll look back to and smile. and halfway through the party you’re already bored and just go outside and listen to your punk music

- you get ABSOLUTELY mad at bill at the talent show, you yell in his face that löded diper is nothing without rodrick and you proceed to rip off the paper with the band name that they attached to the drums

- rodrick feels a bit better when he hears your words and you two sit in silence for a while with his head on your shoulder

- then greg convinces their mom to let rodrick play, rodrick hugs you and you two jump up and down in excitement, you thank greg a million times

- you obviously record the exhibition just like you always do. you were there since their first small concert

- you always add your little comments that make rodrick feel so special when he rewatches the videos, like you truly care and are really a fan of their music

- *zooming on rodrick twirling the drumsticks around his fingers in the backstage, waiting for löded diper to be called on stage* “here we can see a drummer in his natural habitat... i’m glad i’m far away because i know by experience that he kinda stinks... anyway you will notice that he’s a bit nervous... and for what? hate to admit it but he’s great at what he does”

- “i hate her” he says to himself while watching the tape, while not being able to stop smiling because he’s so lucky to have you as a friend

- taking care of each other when you’re drunk !!

- he forgets how to do stuff so you have to drag him to his bed and take off his shoes and jacket

- instead you start questioning life and he has to reassure you that you’ll be okay. oh and you absolutely can’t stand. literally zero balance. so it’s so funny when both of you are drunk because who’s gonna be the stable one while walking home?!

- “god i can’t stand you two” – the friend that has to take your annoying asses home

- meeting him at the public swimming pool and dipping because that place is almost as bad a school

- greg asks you what do you see in him since you’re his friend and also a girl, you say you can’t reveal too much because that would be working with the enemy but you assure him that rodrick can be a kind, funny guy and growing up he’ll notice

- greg still thinks you’re a freak for willingly spending time with his brother

- rodrick’s girlfriend finding your clothes in his room and the both of you having to explain it’s just an habit and there’s nothing malicious about it

- rodrick forgetting about you for a week because he’s so obsessed with impressing heather, he comes back saying sorry a million times and saying that he realized it’s not as fun when you’re not around

- rodrick’s mom shipped you guys for a while and even his dad admitted that you were a good match (which he didn’t mean as a positive thing shxjdhd), but after realizing you two are just friends susan felt sad because that meant she had to witness rodrick acting like a douche to impress girls for a bit more

- one of you definitely walked in while the other was having sex with someone lmaoososos

- you couldn’t stop laughing about it when you met afterwards

- “nice c*ck/t*ts (your choice) by the way”

- “SHUT UP but also, thank you”

- you can’t say no to the other’s ideas no matter how stupid they are. rip

- being grateful for the other because “i truly couldn’t have survived school without you”

- eating A LOT of junk food

- going to the cinema to watch horror movies, sometimes he can’t sleep afterwards so you have to hold him and it’s so funny to you

- arguing every once in a while and when his voice rises of a few octaves you can’t help but laugh

- “yo, STOP LAUGHING.”

- “ok squeaky toy”

- “we’re done”

- “noOOOO”

- when it’s more serious one of you always ends up looking for the other and both say sorry

- “i can’t really stay mad at you. i just don’t see the point”

- you’re gonna give speeches at each other’s weddings if you decide to marry and it’s going to be SO chaotic :’)

- WAIT ALSO matching tattoos !!!!

- basically he’d do anything for you and you’d do anything for him and it’s a bond for life babeyyyyyy

(shorter but still cool part 2)

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley headcanons #diary of a wimpy kid #not my rodrick #rodrick cult #mine #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley x female reader #rodrick x female reader #rodrick friendship fic #doawk

[write-like-wright]

u asked for requests so im here to comply😳could you maybe do a ”should you date them” with the defense attorneys in the series?? or just generally some other characters?? bc the prosecutor one added like 20 years to my lifespan lmao. hope u have a great day!!

I'm so glad you liked it!!! Here's the sequel, just for you <33

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Should you date them: Ace Attorney defense lawyers edition

Phoenix Wright

yes, you really should

probably one of the best, if not the best, boyfriends in the series

wanna get married? husband material

wanna have kids? father material

has a tendency to casually adopt children actually, could be an issue at some point

worships you

you know how some guys brag about how they'd die for you?

Nick would unironically die for you

may even come close a few times but I'm pretty sure he's canonically invincible (eating poisoned glass and falling off a burning bridge, who?? tis' but a scratch!)

massive gossip

gets home after an investigation and immediately starts like "you won't believe what I found out about Gumshoe today"

somehow surprisingly mature and good at keeping secrets in spite of everything

has a lot of really cool friends!!! and larry

have you seen those shoulders tho?? mans built like a dorito, smashing through massive wooden doors n stuff

biggest monthly expense is hair gel

claims his hair is natural but you know better

don't be the big spoon, he will poke your eyes out

can somewhat read your mind tho? a bit off-putting but ok

marry him before Edgeworth someone else does

Mia Fey

hell yeah, dude

cool, calm, collected

has literal superpowers

successful business owner at 27!!! unironical #girlboss

went from being a lame rookie to a literal legend with her own practice and an apprentice in, like, three years

she's so smart, I fear her

has the fashion sense of a female character drawn by a cis man... oh, wait

god help whoever tries to hurt you

will literally kick their ass to hell

family-oriented

believes in second chances

took phoenix under her wing after everything, mia has the patience of a saint honestly

drops cool oneliners in everyday speech like a marvel character

curve lovers rejoice

doesn't mind being called dorky nicknames

major wife material

Diego Armando/Godot

I already covered him in my prosecutors list,, literally did not occur to me to split Diego and Godot into two lists

but to sum up, if I had to choose between the two, I'd go for Diego

i like my men like i like my coffee - tall, dark and bitter

^^ eats up pickup lines like those

Apollo Justice

Polly is such a sweet babey boy, please be nice to him

short king

low on confidence, makes up for it by being loud

*voice cracking* HE'S FINE!!!!!!!!!!!!

your neighbours will hate him

such a pushover, will do anything you ask of him

sensitive boy, not afraid to cry

pretends not to be dorky - is very dorky

consumes nerdy media almost exclusively (canonically a Whovian! but Capcom can't say that)

bikes everywhere and is apparently good with a hula hoop

Polly got cake is what I'm saying

have you seen his cool street style clothes?? sk8er boi

very grounded, literally

might play around and hold your hand for comfort

won't come to visit you if you live on a high floor, sorry

cat dad!!! cat pics!!! yes!!!

about 7 different tragic backstories

new secret family member drops every week

stares at you when you speak sometimes

is he jealous of Klavier?? does he have a crush on him??? who knows but it's funny watching them interact

bicon

spends way too much time on his hair

someone please date him, he deserves some love

Athena Cykes

holy childhood trauma batman

been through a lot

total empath

if you're sad, she's sad

can kinda read your mind... why is this such a common thing in AA games?? I like my privacy

super energetic

will drag you to the gym, take you on hikes, practice wrestling moves on you...

you will always be sore but also in the best shape of your life

has minus 25 chill

incapable of keeping secrets from you

her weird goth convict uncle threatens you every once in a while

she promises he means it in a friendly way

loves europop

way too accomplished for her age, everyone in this game is so smart, help

i feel like she'd enjoy theme parks idk

date her, she's baby and she needs some TLC

Kristoph Gavin

no

he's scary

thinks he's better than you

thinks he's better than everyone

has the audacity to wear white shoes with a blue suit??? are you going to prom????? sir????

obsessed with phoenix wright to an alarming degree

perfectly manicured nails!

the kind of guy who warns you never to go into his basement

nice on the outside but it's all fake

deeply rooted issues even he's unaware of

if you like drillbit hair consider Klavier instead

Ryunosuke Naruhodo

world's biggest baby

secretly a bitch

loves to clown on people

fake it till you make it

has no clue what he's doing most of the time

very determined in spite of that

everyone loves him

so many cool friends

cries at the thought of your bare ankles

physically incapable of walking by a shop and not buying something he doesn't need

"look, i got you a gift!!" "awh, how sweet! ...what is it?" "i don't know, i'll ask Mr Sholmes when he gets home!"

good with his tongue

may be somewhat trapped in the closet

has literally zero chill

remember when he just casually chased armed robbers??

must be a family trait

Iris interrogates you about your intentions with her brother

she has a gun

you have no privacy at his place

Sholmes crashes your dates

his bromance with Kazuma sometimes drops the "b"

becomes ultra cool eventually

hop into that time machine and date Ryu's ass, but be prepared to deal with period-appropriate homoeroticism and misogyny lol

Extra little shout out to Kazuma Asogi for that one time where he was a defense lawyer for, like, an hour and a half and somehow managed to cram 50 of the horniest one-liners in the game in that very limited time. Date him.

#ace attorney #the great ace attorney #gyakuten saiban #dai gyakuten saiban #phoenix wright #mia fey #diego armando #apollo justice #athena cykes #kristoph gavin #ryunosuke naruhodo #is that everyone? #hope you like this kajfkjkanjkang #aa ramblings #headcanons #request

[queenofimagines]

Stranger from Out of Town

Summary: Arvin had no reason to be here. After the things he’d done, he had no reason to be blessed with an angel like you. But after spending so long on the run, after spending so long looking over his shoulder, he couldn’t help but fall in love with the one person who made him feel safe. All is well and good in Arvin’s life until one determined and obsessed sheriff decides it’s time to pay Arvin a visit.

Notes: Ya’ll, this one’s a doosey but I hope you enjoy it anyways. For the purposes of this pic, Bodecker is still alive.

When Arvin woke up that morning he could feel that something was different. Arvin’s life had been flipped upside down by his own actions that had ultimately been what forced him to live his life on the run. He had spent the better part of a year running, zigzagging across the country in the hopes of shaking the authorities off; first traveling down to Georgia, then up to Iowa, then back down towards Texas and so on before finally finding permanent resident. Arvin knew what the rest of his life would look like from here on out. He understood that he would spend the rest of his time on God’s green Earth looking over his shoulder and never finding the quiet life he longed for. Arvin knew that he was cursed, from the moment his mother had died he had been plagued with loss and he was sure he was one of the unlucky souls who had come to be the Devil’s plaything. Arvin had expected that his life would forever be riddled with rot and chaos, damned to suffer through conflict after conflict after conflict. But when Arvin opened his eyes today to the sun streaming in through window and the sound of bacon sizzling coming from the kitchen, he finally understood what it felt like to be at peace.

Arvin swung his legs over the side of the bed, hauling himself up and making his way down the hall. His steps were heavy with sleep, shuffling against the floor loud enough to alert the person in the kitchen to his presence. As Arvin drew closer, he began to hear the hum of a song that was unfamiliar to him, just barely covered by the sound of someone flipping an egg, prompting him to hurry his steps to arrive at the delicious smell and the lovely voice that had almost lulled him back to sleep where he stood. Rounding the corner, Arvin couldn’t help but grin at the sight before him. There you stood in front of the stove, still dressed in your nightgown, cooking a breakfast big enough for two. 

Two. Such a simple word with such little meaning. An insignificant word that made Arvin’s heart swell with delight. It wasn’t just him anymore, alone and scared, no, now it was him and you. To Arvin, it was hope. Arvin watched as you plated the food you had prepared before turning around and flashing him an earth shattering smile. You would never know how much it meant to him, your smile, and that you were here, right now. You would never know the kind of stability you brought to him. And he planned to keep it that way, to keep you in the dark about all the things he’d done. To keep letting you believe he was just the stranger from out of town who stole your heart.

When you met Arvin, he was just a newcomer, a lost soul who had found your quaint little town practically in the middle of nowhere. He had stirred up quit a buzz when he walked into your parents’ little diner, asking if there was any place he could stay the night, but seeing as your town was so small, small enough that it could safely be left off of most maps and small enough that tourism wasn’t a main source of income, the answer was unequivocally no. Your father, who had been Arvin had the luck of plopping himself next to, informed him that the closest motel was almost a three hours drive away. Arvin remembered staring out the window, watching the last rays of light vanish, his hope along with it. It would be impossible for him to get someone to see him this late at night, let alone actually stop for him. Arvin felt like he could cry in that moment, but your mother, ever the good Christian woman, had offered to let him stay at your house until tomorrow morning. Arvin was grateful that your mother had been so kind, and in retrospect you were too, but you remembered how much you resented Arvin when your mother told you he would be staying with you. At first, you were all for it, one night with an attractive stranger from out of town in your house wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, but the next day both Arvin and your father came home in the afternoon after they had supposedly left to take Arvin to the next town over earlier that morning.

“Turns out this boy knows his way around a car,” your father had said, beaming.  He had later told your mother privately that he had offered Arvin a place to stay with your family and a smaller than average wage in exchange for his help around the shop. Your father owned the only car shop in town and was in desperate need of a new assistant, and seeing as you didn’t want anything to do with being a mechanic, your father saw Arvin as a golden opportunity, someone to possibly pass the torch to. Your mother was more than happy to let him stay, finding his handiness around the house useful, but you were less  ready to welcome him into your life. Arvin had garnered a lot of attention, especially from the female population, and most of the girls at your school would pretend to be your friend in the hopes that you would invite them over, just so they could get a glimpse at him. It only got worse when your parents had commissioned Arvin to pick you up and drop you off to school. The girls would stare, trying to get a closer look at Arvin, a few of them even having the courage to go up and talk to him. It made you sick, that attention he got and how much he seemed to enjoy it. You had convinced yourself that it was skepticism about his character, but now that you look back on it, it was nothing more than petty jealousy that bubbled in your stomach. It was stupid, really, to be jealous that a boy was giving other girl’s his attention, especially since you hadn’t seemed very keen on the idea of him even being in your town, but what you didn’t know was that it wasn’t the attention that Arvin enjoyed, it was the fact that in the people around him, in the kindness that people showed him, Arvin could see a future here; a future with you.

From the moment Arvin laid his eyes on you, he was smitten, he would even go as far as to say it was love at first sight. Arvin wouldn’t confess this to you until almost a year after you’d met when he tried to ask you to prom (with your parents’ permission, of course). It was honestly a train wreck and did not go at all how he had planned. Arvin had invited you out to the town’s gazebo, he had strung up lights as best he could and set up a nice little dinner for the two of you. He saw a figure slowly approach, thinking it was you, only to be disappointed when Susan Hall, who Arvin remembered you hated with a passion, stepped into the light and flung herself at him, telling him how sweet it was of him to do this and attempting to kiss him. You had seen the whole thing and, devastated, you ran away, Arvin chasing after you. He had caught up to you in the woods behind your parents’ property and explained what had happened, confessing that he loved you and only you. You believed him, and rightfully so, as you later found out that Susan had crashed your plans on purpose to try and steal Arvin from you.

Looking back on it now, with you leaning against his in the small house that you had bought the second you graduated high school with the little money both of you had saved up and some help from your parents, Arvin was glad he had ended up in your dreary town, no matter how complicated your relationship had been when it first started. He watched as you admired the ring on your finger, smiling at it as if you had been missing it all your life, the now empty dishes sitting in your sink waiting to be washed. It was times like this Arvin remembered why he had to keep his past life from you a secret. He loved you and often found himself wanting to tell you all about his past life. Every time you asked why he looked like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders Arvin wanted nothing more than to tell you everything, but Arvin loved you too much to let you go and he couldn’t bare to think of what would happen if you knew what he did.

“Darlin’, I gotta get ready for work.” He said, lips pressed against the crown of your head.

“Why don’t you call in sick today,” you suggested.

“I would but your dad would kill me.”

“You know he loves you Arvin.”

“Yeah, that’s why I don’t wanna disappoint ‘im.” With one final kiss to your head, Arvin stood up and made his way to your shared bedroom. You began to clean the dishes, not having to go into the diner until later that day. As you began cleaning the last pan in the sink, a sturdy knock came from your door.

“I’ll get it!” You yelled, hearing Arvin begin to hurry to the front door. You had opened the door just as Arvin arrived at the end of the hallway. In front of you stood a tall man with a sheriff’s badge pinned to his shirt.

“Mornin’ ma’am, my name’s Lee Bodecker,” The man said. “I’m looking for a man named Arvin Russell and I heard I might find him here.”

“Arvin?” You repeated, confusion written all over your face. You turned to look at your husband, eyebrows furrowed in a silent question. From where the sheriff stood, he couldn’t see Arvin, his figure being blocked by the door, but if he leaned ever so slightly to the left he might be able to peer into the house and see there was someone else there. You knew something was wrong, you had never seen Arvin look as scared as he did now, so without a second thought, you had gently closed the door so that your body filled the gap it created, leaning against the door frame in an attempt to feign nonchalance.

“I’m sorry, Mister, but there ain’t no Arvin Russell here. Whoever told you there was must have been misinformed.”

“You sure about that?”

“Sure as the hair on my head.”

“Oh, alright. Then may I ask who it was you called to just before you opened the door?”

“My husband.” You said after a long pause, caught off guard by the man’s question.

“Mind if I speak with him?”

“Well I don’t but I’m not sure how you’d feel about seein’ him naked. He’s takin’ a shower right now.” You began gently tapping your foot, your nerves beginning to get the better of you. You had never been all that good at lying, something about it made you feel wrong, dirty. But you needed to protect your husband, after all, it’s what he would do for you.

“Then would you mind if I waited.”

“Actually I would. I have to leave for work soon and, with all do respect, I don’t much like leaving a stranger unattended in my house.”

With a small nod and a tip of the hat, the man bid you goodbye, getting into his car and driving off. You closed the door and turned to Arvin. It was silent for a long time, you waited for Arvin to explain himself but Arvin didn’t know what to say. His worst nightmare was coming true and he was terrified that your love for him wouldn’t be strong enough to survive this.

“Arvin,” You said, as calmly as you could, not wanting to spook him or yourself anymore, though it proved a lot harder that you thought. “Why was that man at our door?”

Arvin opened his mouth as if to say something but for the life of him he couldn’t find the words. He was frustrated with himself, and from the looks of it you were getting pretty frustrated at him to.

“Arvin,” you said more firmly. “I just lied to a goddamn sheriff for you. Please, tell me what’s going on.”

Arvin took a deep breathe before explaining everything to you. He told you about Lenora, and how hung herself. About the preacher and Bodecker and about Bodecker’s sister and her crazy husband. He explained everything he had done with complete and utter honesty. And he cried, longing to reach out for you but knowing his hands were too tainted to be worthy of ever holding something as beautifully pure as you. You didn’t know what to say. On the one hand, you understood his reasoning. To you, it seemed like the people Arvin had killed had it coming. But on the other hand, your husband had killed people. It didn’t matter what the reason was, taking a person’s life was a sin, something unforgivable in the holy book. Despite your better judgement, your decision ultimately came down to this: Arvin was your husband, and you loved him.

You slowly approached Arvin’s shaking figure, gently wrapping your arms around his shoulders and threading your hands through his hair. Arvin broke down into sobs, holding you impossibly close to him as if he needed you more than the air he breathed.

“Arvin,” You said once he had stopped crying, your own tears beginning to fall as you realized that there was only one option left for you both. “Arvin, we need to go.”

“What?”

“We need to go.” He gently pulled away from you, looking into your eyes, checking to make sure he heard you correctly.

“B-but this is our home.”

“I know Arvin, but that sheriff didn’t believe a word I said and he’s gonna be asking around town for you. It won’t be long until word of what you’ve done begins to spread. We need to leave before it’s too late.”

You gently ushered Arvin towards the bedroom and told him to begin packing a bag, unaware of the figure lurking at your backdoor. Bodecker had listened in on your conversation, hearing every word you and Arvin had spoken to each other, preparing for the right moment to make himself known. It was now or never, he thought, hearing you tell Arvin to pack a bag. As quietly as possible, Bodecker broke the lock on your back door, slowly making his way towards your bedroom. The door was wide open, he could see you and Arvin darting around the room trying to find your essentials. It was almost perfect, how unaware you both were. How wrapped up you were in yourselves that you didn’t even notice a 6 foot tall man practically right in front of you. With a sadistic smile, Bodecker raised his shotgun.

You froze when you heard someone pump a shotgun behind you, whipping around to find Bodecker standing just a few feet from you, gun aimed at Arvin. Your heart was beating so hard you thought it might burst, the thought of losing Arvin only increasing the adrenaline that was currently coursing through you.

“You thought you could get away, didn’t you?” Bodecker asked.

“Please, your sister and her husband, t-they were gonna kill me I didn’t hav-”

“I don’t care! You killed my sister. My sister! You killed the only person I loved Arvin. And now, I’m gonna return the favor.” In one swift motion, Bodecker turned to point the gun at you, raising his gun higher to aim at you properly. You closed your eyes before hearing the bang of a gun. You waited, standing stock still as the terror of the situation slowly got to you, but you didn’t feel pain, instead you felt a set of hands holding your face, a voice softly telling you to open your eyes. You did as you were told, seeing Arvin in front of you, eyes frantic. You looked at the ground next to him, an unfamiliar gun next to Arvin’s foot. You came to the realization that Arvin must have used it to shoot Bodecker, your suspicion being proven correct when your eyes landed on Bodecker’s now lifeless body laying in a pool of his own blood.

“A-Arvin-” Arvin softly hushed you.

“It’s okay, you’re okay now.” Arvin pulled you closer to him, cradling your head and shielding you from the body. Soon you could hear sirens in the distance, the panic slowly rising inside of you again. You could feel Arvin begin to panic too, his breathing starting to pick up.

“H-his badge.” You said, pulling away from Arvin, scared that he would be taken away from you. “We-we need to get rid of h-his badge. A-and any identification he has. It has to look like an- like an accident”

“R-right. Right, okay, uh...” Arvin began searching Bodecker’s body, quickly finding both his badge and ID and hiding them in a small hollow under one of the floor boards where you kept your savings. You and Arvin quickly came up with a cover, agreeing to keep it simple. The police arrived not long after, conducting an interview and putting you both through due process. You told them what you and Arvin had agreed to say, that the man broke into your house and tried to rob you, but thanks to Arvin’s quick thinking, Arvin was able to get to his gun and shoot the intruder. The policemen interviewing you were  skeptical, wondering why neither of you called the police after killing the man. You blamed it on shock, saying that Arvin’s first instinct was to comfort you, the intruder did have a gun pointed at you, after all. The policemen eventually dropped the subject, seeing you begin to tear up as the adrenaline and shock of the day began to ware off. Your parents came to get you and Arvin, offering you both your old room at their house until they were able to get someone to fix your back door, an offer that the both of you readily accepted. That night you and Arvin held each other just a little bit tighter, neither one of you finding sleep to come easy.

“We can’t tell anyone what happened today.” Arvin said, rubbing your back in an attempt to soothe you.

“I know.” You replied, tightly clutching onto his shirt. “I love you, Arvin.”

“I love you, too, Darlin’”

You didn’t know what would come out of tonight. You didn't know if you were making a mistake by trusting Arvin after everything he had done. You weren’t sure if you were messed up for loving a murderer or if you were right in believing that Arvin was doing good, even if it meant doing some more than questionable things. But you knew one thing, you knew you loved Arvin and that he loved you, and that you both would always protect each other, no matter the cost.

#arvin russell #arvin russel #arvin russel x reader #arvin russel imagine #arvin russell imagine #the devil all the time #the devil all the time imagine #tdatt #tdatt imagine #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland au #tom holland x reader

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #463

“the siren sings a lonely song of all the wants & hungers  /  the lust of love, a brute desire”

Describe the person that you would like to be in three years. I want my mental health to be in great condition, I really want to be in much better physical shape, ideally be living with somebody in our own place, have a job I'm happy with, have an improved social life, my own license and car... Think back to when you first met your significant other (or ex). Was your first impression of them accurate? It's funny, I honestly don't remember what my first impression of Girt was. I don't even recall our first interaction. I'm sure it was most likely that he was friendly, because he is and always has been. What is your most noticeable personality trait? Probably that I'm really, really shy. What kind of natural disaster is most common where you live? Hurricanes. Which of your family members do you resemble the most? I guess one of my immediate sisters? People tend to say stuff like they can definitely tell we're related. Have you ever had an animal get into your attic? No. Who knows you better than anyone else? Hell, probably whoever reads these. When was the last time you started a “new chapter” of your life? I guess you could call dating Girt a "new chapter." I have a much, much stronger feeling of this attempt being more successful than the last now that I've been able to change my angle on how I see him. What’s the most expensive thing your car needed to get done? I don't have my own vehicle and never have. If you had a thousand dollars to spend on a pricey brand you like but can’t really afford (until now of course), which ONE brand would you choose? *shrug* Most products of highly expensive brands I find hideous anyway. Do you still talk to any of your old teachers? Yeah. One is a close family friend and actually our landlord. Does your family still use the home phone or are you all on cell phones now? We haven't had a landline is yeeeeaaarrrrsssss. Ever go to another school’s prom? No; my boyfriend went to the same school as me. Do you ever venture into the woods? What do you normally do there? No; we live in the city now. :/ When I DID live in the woods, I absolutely loved wandering around with my camera for stuff to take pics of. Does your significant other ever make you mix CDs? None ever have but omg I wish that would be adorable. How did you dress your freshman year of high school? I was one of them emo kids. Would you ever date your best friend of the opposite sex? WELP that's what I'm doing lol. Would you say you have a high sex drive or not so much? I'd call it normal? Higher sometimes, lower other times, but not to either extreme. Come with an unpopular opinion. Silent Hill: Homecoming is a great game and while there's a lot of fan service from the movie, it belongs in the series. It's actually my second (or third)-favorite installment. Most of the SH community absolutely hate that game. What’s the worst thing a friend has either done or said to you? A lot of shit Colleen would say if we got into arguments. She'd ridicule effects of my depression, said I'd never know what it's like to pay my own bills, stuff like that. She's hateful as fuck and everything cut deep. What’s fake about you? Like extensions, fake nails, botox etc. Nothing physical. If you got the chance, would you audition for a reality show? No. Have you ever gotten into a Facebook fight? More than once. What’s the cheesiest thing you’ve ever experienced irl? Hm, I'm unsure. Favorite flavor of jelly bean? Probably watermelon. Do you use Tinder? If yes, have you ever met up with someone you matched? No. You do you, but if I understand Tinder correctly, it just seems... really shallow to me. Like don't you JUST see their picture to decide if you're interested or not? It just enforces the false belief that appearance really matters in love. You just poured your heart out to your crush and all he/she does is respond “k”. What do you respond/do? Well, I don't have a crush anymore; my boyfriend and I literally exchanged "I love you"s last night. That's not a crush. But for the sake of the question, I'll imagine I was single and this happened, in which case I would be both hurt and annoyed. Like, either tell me you return the feelings or not. It's not hard. What's your favorite thing to order from McDonald’s? I usually get a quarter pounder w/ cheese or a McDouble, occasionally with a small or medium fry, depending on how hungry I am. When do you feel your sexiest? Never, hunny. What's your favorite emoji? I don't really have one? It just depends on what the situation calls for. What’s your skincare routine? I don't really have one... I just use a washcloth to clean my face. Who all out of your immediate family smokes? My dad and stepmom. Do you like incense or candles better? Incense, totally. Do you respect your parents? Yeah. What’s your bf/gf’s name? It's technically Donald Jr., but since high school, I've known him as Girt, a nickname I won't explain for his privacy. Do you wear glasses? Yeah. Do you like The Beatles? I honestly don't. Except "Hey, Jude." What was the last reason you got excited? Last night. When we were saying goodbye, I was scared to, but I told Girt I loved him, and he immediately said it back confidently. My heart did like five flips. I'm still over the moon about it. Yes, we just got back together, but we've been in each other's lives as a constant since HS, and after changing my angle of how I looked at him, it's not at all platonic anymore. Do you know anyone who drinks the pickle juice from the jar? Sara does alskdjfklwejrl;er Name something crazy that’s happened recently? Uhhhh... I dunno. My life is very uneventful to have something really "crazy" happen. Can you say for a fact that you’re happy right now? I'm happy about some things, but also nervous and self-doubtful. Have you ever zip lined? No, but they look fun. I'd just be really scared of losing my grip. If you broke your computer, would you be able to fix it on your own? Ha, no. Have you ever been on a boat and got sick? No, but the one time I was at the beach and on a boat riding to an island, I was TERRIFIED I was going to get sick because of the waves. I didn't, thankfully. Did you sleep well last night? For the most part. My new mask might just be working. Do your parents try and plan your life for you? Not at all. Do you have any pictures of you kissing someone? Yes. List two things about yourself that you find embarrassing. My weight and how dark my leg hair is. Do you like to cuddle with your pet when you are sad? Yes. Do you find piercing attractive or unattractive? h o t Do you have any secret hiding spots in your room? To put money, yes. Do you like parmesan cheese on your spaghetti? Ew, no. I don't like parmesan. Does your best girl friend have any talents that you don’t? Yeah. She can animate well, for one. And sing like a fucking champ. Do you have any video game systems in your room? Which one(s)? My Nintendo DS Lite is in here. Well, and my laptop is a gaming one. What color eyes does the last person you kissed have? ... Oh WOW I've known this man for a fuckin decade and somehow I'm not sure??? But I want to say light blue? Have you ever taken a ride in a helicopter? No. Have you ever visited hot springs? No. How slowly or quickly would you say you eat? I'm aware I eat too fast, because my mom will point it out almost without fail if we eat in sight of each other. I'm not a messy eater at all, just... fast. Chewing your food and swallowing isn't a complex task. I've made active efforts to slow down, I just haven't been able to succeed. It doesn't feel normal. That and I've come to discover that when I chew food TOO much, I don't like the mushy texture of it in my mouth. What did you do the last time you were with friends? Yesterday Girt and I planned to watch shitty Netflix anime for some laughs, but we wound up starting Attack on Titan, which I am officially pretty into. What kind of cologne/perfume do you like the opposite sex to wear? I don't care if they wear any or not, so long as they know how to clean themselves and therefore not actually smell bad. If you celebrate Christmas, do you get a real tree or an artificial tree? We always use a fake one. Is there someone who means a lot to you but they don’t know that? My sisters probably don't, really... Is money important to you? Live your whole life poor and I want to see you answer "no" to this. Have you ever watched a meteor shower? No. Do you like Slim Jims? LOOOOOOOVE them. Would you rather write a mystery or love story? Love story. Are you muscular? No. Working for it. Do you have one of those removable hand-held shower heads? Yes. Originally, this house didn't, but I hated it so much that Mom bought one. How many burners does your stove have? Four. Has your car ever been broken into? Mom's hasn't.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''blood milk and sky'' by white zombie

[theshy1sout]

So, for @x-elyssa-x I show you my broppy kids and a few OCs in the same Au/headcanon :3

I make this in the list:

1. Blue

He's the oldest broppy kid, I actually published one pic of him, loooong time ago. He looks exactly like Branch, but his colors are louder. He loves hoodies and coffee. When he was just a little kiddo he's best friend was stick named Steve. But now his best bud is Jasper Waterfall, country troll. Aaand he has a girlfriend, pop troll, her name is Violet and she's mute. And Blue absolutely adores her.

2. Maggie (Magnolia)

Dark dark violet hair and light lilac skin. She's the middle kid and she hates being the younger sister. She argues with Blue a lot, she's kinda jealous Dad spends much more time with her brother. On the other hand, Blue is jealous of her, bc Maggie is pretty talented, she's good at maths and science, she's a do-it-yourself girl. She loves sewing, but... Well, there's a big story about that girl. She was partying a lot and forgot about sewing. She started to go out with Bark, son of Barb, and spent less and less time with her best friend (and to be honest, the only true friend) Newt.

3. Twins Hope (girl) and Happy (boy)

Pranksters. They are everywhere doing everything. Really energetic ones. But also cheerful and joyful. They have exactly the same colors - light pink skin and light teal hair. Two Masters of handshakes and every existing 'tag'. They really love each other, go together everywhere till their 12s. Hope met Ram Cichlid, joyous colorful techno troll, who absolutely amazed her. Happy had to find someone new to talk and soon he found himself between K-pop trolls.

4. Newt Waterfall

I love this character so much and I have to say something more about him. He's son of Thistle and Juddy Waterfall (the blue hair troll from the background of twt xd) and he's the younger brother for Jasper. But! Jasper has hooves, orange skin, and pink hair when Newt has two legs, blue hair, and yellow skin. He and Maggie had been born in almost the very same hour. They are besties from the very beginning (their dad are board games buddy so they see each other very often in their childhood). When Maggie started going out with Bark, Newt slowly became from cheer dorky teenager to a calm kinda sad young man. When Bark broke up with Maggie a few days before the prom, Newt was there for her and maybe one day I will draw what happened next. Now I have for you two pics of what happens way after prom. :3 I love those two dorkies

#dreamworks trolls #trolls #broppy kids #trolls broppy #broppy #broppy family #maggie trolls #maggie #magnolia #blue trolls #violet #violet trolls #my oc story #my ocs stuff #my ocs are my babies #my broppy kids #hope and happy #happy and hope #newt waterfall #jasper waterfall

[wigwurq]

WIG REVIEW: THE HAPPIEST SEASON

You guys! I finally watched the lesbian holiday movie!! Though when I texted my mom to tell her I was finally watching this, she thought I was talking about The Prom and I laughed for a real long time about it (mainly because it will take me an even longer time to get around to hate watching that!) It already took about a month to get to this one. There is a lot to discuss here - and also one wig!

So this is the first (big budget) holiday lesbian movie, which I am very here for. However, most of the movie feels like a combination between My Best Friend’s Wedding, Meet the Parents, and The Family Stone but with lesbians. Those movies were made between 1997 and 2005 and this movie feels like it should exist somewhere in that time as well. The whole plot of the movie is basically that Kristen Stewart (Abby) has to pretend NOT to be Mackenzie Davis’s (Harper’s)  long-term girlfriend for the sake of Harper’s conservative family with local political aspirations while also spending 5 days with them during Christmas. It’s a conceit that exists solely in these brand of garbage holiday rom coms but definitely one that feels bizarrely antiquated as well. 

Anyway! There is only one wig in this movie which belongs to Davis, who had a vastly superior lesbian wig in that one episode of Black Mirror that made us all cry. We first see this under this hat where it should have hidden for the rest of the film! 

Sadly, the next scene involves the full emergence of this wig and truly: NO. This thing is dried out, bent, and disheveled in not a cool way (Stewart’s actual hair is disheveled in a cool way, though). The entire presence of this wig bothers me because: just have her have whatever hair she has? This is not a historical recreation (that I’m aware of?) and she is not playing a real person! This feels like when SNL cast members wear wigs in sketches for similarly non-existent reasons. However, SNL wigs are vastly superior to this mess!

So anyway, Harper invites Abby to have Christmas at her parents’ house in the heat of the moment during a very romantic (?) Pittsburgh Christmas lights tour which is apparently something that exists. Abby conveniently, and completely for the sake of this plot to work (?) does not like Christmas and also is an orphan, getting rid of any possible Christmas plan conflicts. And then literally on the way to visiting Harper’s family, she is all: by the way, they don’t know you’re my girlfriend or that I’m a lesbian and you have to go along with it for sake of this movie to exist even though this is absolutely a terrible thing to ask of anyone, periodt. But we are beginning to find out that Harper’s character is as full of garbage as her wig. 

So we meet the parents, who are Victor Garber, Mary Steenbergen, and also Mary Steenbergen’s iPad which vulture correctly identifies as the star of this movie AND IT IS. Especially during the end credits where we get to see all the pics the iPad takes! But I’m getting ahead of myself. The parents live in one of those cavernous houses that is definitely a mansion but tries to feel homey even though it probably has about 12 bedrooms and usually only exists in a Nancy Meyers movie. Despite its amount of bedrooms,  Abby has to sleep in a basement bunker which also doubles as a well organized rubbermaid storage unit. For the rest of the movie, Abby is treated like a subhuman trash person much in the way Ben Stiller is treated in Meet the Parents and Sarah Jessica Parker is treated in The Family Stone, except they don’t also have to pretend to not be in a relationship with the family member they arrived with. This conceit becomes so degrading that you honestly wonder why these people are still together!

Abby endures scene after scene of total nonsense and still looks better than the wig on her terrible girlfriend. Which starts actually looking better in a few of these scenes but still is very much a terrible and noticeable wig which is on par with Rachel McAdams’ wig in Mean Girls in that we are constantly told that these women are gorgeous and every single time I ask “YOU MEAN WITH THAT TERRIBLE WIG ON THEIR HEADS????” I suppose this wig was “necessary” because Harper’s two sisters also have long-ish brown hair so they were going for some sort of familial consistency except one daughter has a terrible wig and the other two have hair. Also one sister is Alison Brie, who plays a harpy so awful that she starts to make Harper look palatable and one sister is Mary Holland, who also cowrote the script, and definitely wrote herself the only character who I’d like to meet in real life. 

Along the way, we also meet Aubrey Plaza, who I usually hate because she is just one-note sullen, but here is actually great as Harper’s high school ex-girlfriend who Harper outted and allowed to be bullied and wow Harper - you have been terrible for decades!! Also compared to Harper, Aubrey has beautiful (real) hair, doesn’t lie to her entire family, and has actual chemistry with Abby. I very much wanted Abby to end up with Aubrey and I am not alone! Harper somehow avoids Abby for most of the time they are both staying in the same (albeit huge) house and there is even a dumb subplot about Abby being framed for shoplifting while trying to buy a gift for the parents’ very important white elephant gift exchange during their very important Christmas Eve party and I wonder if any of these people really knows what a white elephant gift is or how to exist in society? Meanwhile, as Harper reverts to being more falsely  heteronormative at her parents house, I started to wonder if her wig was trying to serve a larger purpose in showing how fake this character is but: no it’s just a bad wig. Also this movie really does the impossible: it makes me care about and feel bad for Kristen Stewart! 

Although I did find it highly questionable that though they are the stars of a romantic comedy, neither Kristen Stewart or Mackenzie Davis is funny AT ALL. Like not even a little! Which makes the “comedic” plight of Stewart all the more upsetting! All comedy is left to the one good daughter (Mary Holland) and also all gay men in the movie. This is mainly Abby’s bff and national (Canadian) treasure, Dan Levy and also Drag Race faves Jinxx Monsoon and Ben De-La-Creme in this one gay bar scene which is honestly truly inconceivable and except for further cementing the fact that Abby and Aubrey really should get together. 

In the end, Alison Brie finds out Harper’s TERRIBLE SECRET THAT NO ONE IN 2020 COULD POSSIBLY FATHOM (that she’s a lesbian) and they have a fight in the middle of the white elephant party which reveals that all the family has been competing for years for each other’s love which is really really messed up and now I kind of hate everyone in this family. And also Harper is outed to her entire terrible family and also Ana Gasteyer (and also a room full of other randos). And she denies her lesbian truth!  I recently watched Uncle Frank which is essentially everything Hillbilly Elegy wanted to be but is Shakespeare compared to that mess, and a similar scene occurs but that character bravely faces the truth - and in 1970s SOUTH CAROLINA!! I don’t know what time or space this movie thinks it exists in but it is baffling. Still, Dan Levy gives an emotional monologue about how no one can decide when anyone else is ready to come out of the closet so: FAIR. And then Harper does come out and the entire family kind gives absolutely no reaction to this until Victor Garber says it’s ok?? ABSOLUTELY AND TRULY BIZARRELY PATRIARCHAL. And then Harper and Abby get back together in the parking lot of a Love’s convenience store which is as cheesy and clunky as any garbage holiday rom com so I guess this is definitely a new holiday “classic” which I’ll probably watch 100 more times and hate Harper and her terrible wig each time about as much as I hate Laura Linney’s terrible life choices in Love, Actually. AS CONFOUNDING AS HARPER’S WIG OR THE CHOICE TO GIVE HER ONE AT ALL!

VERDICT: DOESN’T WURQ

#wigwurq #happiestseason #holidaylesbians #kristenstewart #mackenziedavis #danlevy #marysteenbergen #victorgarber #whywigtho #nope

[cynicalrecoverysociety]

I had kind of an epiphany and I want to write it down before I forget.

I have two seemingly unrelated aspects of my personality. One is that I'm very offput by pretention and people who are full of themselves. The other is that I am incredibly harsh on people on the internet. Not like out loud or anything, I know my hatefulness is not something to share, it's a problem I have but I don't know how to fix. But I just came to the realization they come from the same place and are caused by my lack of self confidence I think?

As I write this it's actually becoming a lot less cohesive but I'm gonna try to write about it anyway. When I was in HS I really embraced my interests and let my freak flag fly. I was like in a full steampunk or goth outfit every day, I wore a corset almost every day, I made most of my clothes and I wore goggles on my head every day. I got a lot of stares, bullying (from both faculty and students), people laughing at me and pointing and taking cell phone pics. But literally none of that bothered me at the time. I told myself embarrassment was a choice and I just wasn't going to do it anymore. Anything I did I committed, no thoughts on what other people thought. I would do many things because I liked them, and many more because they were unlike other people regardless of my interests. I have a lot of mixed emotions about that time.

So the part of me that genuinely to the bone did not give a shit what other people thought was pretty great. But it came from a pretty unhealthy place too? Like I dedicated myself to that because I was 100% convinced by 14 that I was disgustingly ugly, no one would ever want to date me or marry me, I would never have even a single boyfriend and I should just try to seek my bliss alone. I thought if I've decided I'm an old maid and everything you do is to be attractive to people you want to date then who cares. Just do whatever. So like that doing whatever feeling, not being embarrassed about how I look, that's great. Getting there by just accepting that you are irrevocably ugly to the core no matter what forever probably still has some lasting psychological effects. My parents had my best interests at heart but they really fucked me up. When I was young if I got clothes that were too tight my dad wouldn't let me leave the house in them and tell my mom (I can't recall if he thought I couldn't hear or what) that I looked like a sausage and people couldn't see me like that. I remember being really, really young and not even allowed to try on the two piece because by 5 I was far too fat to show my stomach. I remember my mother telling me at 12 that perhaps I shouldn't get my hopes up about getting a prom date to my senior prom 5 years in the future. I remember my mother warning me that people would pretend to have a crush on me but they didn't and they would use that I believed them to ridicule me. I remember when she was right about that too.

God the bullying is coming back now. I remember walking up the bleachers to my friends and boys stomping their feet with every step I took, making it sound like an elephant was walking up the stairs. I remember being sent home every week to change because the faculty was tired of me "disrupting" class with my clothing. I remember hearing "oh my god look at her arms" and never wearing short sleeves in public for 5 years. I was dual enrolled in a community college at the time and even the college professor said don't wear stuff like that all grown ass men in that room area just staring at your 16 year old tits. I remember the yearbook page they mocked up of me to make fun of me. I wouldn't have even known about that one if I didn't have a friend in the class. I went to such a small school. I did not fit in.

I always thought this stuff was like water off a ducks back but I'm completely breaking down over here so obviously I'm not okay as I thought about it. That's not even why I'm making this post. Anyway

I went to college after that, grew a whole host of mental illnesses, realized the world is much larger, darker and more complicated than I thought. Had to drop out. Costed for a year or two and then started trying to work on my mental health in earnest this past year. I've lost all my confidence. I sometimes get a spurt but it's fleeting. I think I just lost my hubris, my facade of thick skin, and now I'm just the part that thinks I'm too ugly to love. When I see people post pictures of themselves online, especially if they think they look good, I eviscerate them in my mind. I don't do this to people irl. I'm assuming that the screen removes enough of the human element I feel comfortable thinking those things. I'm so critical, I'm so mean, I hate it and it's a intrusive thought I can't stop. I've had to unfollow people on here because the way they ferociously love themselves makes me so fucking angry.

I also hate it when people are loud, seek attention in any way or think they did well in something or think something about themselves is unique and special. Until now I thought this was just humility and that I've just been humbled so thoroughly in my life I just have a little more than your average person. But I realize now I'm just constantly telling myself nothing I like is interesting or unique, nothing I think is important or worth telling people about, nothing I've achieved is something to be proud of. Nothing about me is special, I've accomplished nothing, and I'm fine with that.

I don't consciously think these things to myself or anything, I don't feel like I have no self confidence, but I know deep down now that when I'm ripping people apart it isn't because I think they suck it's because I think I suck so hard and you aren't any better than me so I'll mentally take you down a peg.

Well this realization is kinda tearing me apart and idk what to do with it. I don't feel like I have no self confidence. I feel like I love myself but I'm not sure I do after all. Worst of all my "you're not special" feelings are kicking in and I keep thinking I'm being so dramatic and making shit up for attention. But I don't think I am I think I just have a problem. I have no idea how to build self confidence. The answer was not lose 50 lbs because that hasn't done jack shit. Fuck. I have a headache and 6 hours left on this shift. And I can't stop crying. Fml.

[bugheadjones-the-third]

title: epiphany . summary: Fix-it Fic. After Jughead finally came back to life, Betty finds herself thinking about the time she had to live without her boyfriend. She helped fake his death, investigate possible suspects and even pretend to date her best friend, Archie Andrews— who also happened her first love. She went through a lot during the past few weeks, and now that is finally over, her heart can’t stop thinking… What if?

. a/n: okay, this is probably my first time writing a fix-it fic (unfortunately) and I've tried my best to make some justice to our beloved Bughead. If they really wanted to explore any kind of thing Betty might have felt towards Archie while she had to pretend, well… that’s how I would’ve done it. Oh, and needless to say, all that cheating crap didn’t/ won't happen. Hope you like it, and remember, #bugheadforever

Also, this is unbeta’d because I just needed it out of my system. 

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‘All I’m saying is…your secret is safe with me.’

 It had been almost a week since Cheryl said those words to her, and ever since then, Betty couldn’t seem to keep them off her thoughts. At night, while trying to sleep, she tossed and turned, pushing the covers away as she sighed like a damsel in distress haunted by her own thoughts. Her golden locks were messily splayed across her pillow, and she could only thank the superior forces for Jughead to be sleeping at the bunker that night.

He didn't deserve to be disturbed by her troubled thoughts. He didn’t deserve to lose a single minute of his precious sleep because of her, especially not when the one thing keeping her eyes open was actually asleep one window away.

Archie Andrews. Her best friend. Her first love and the one who pretended to be her boyfriend so people would believe that her real boyfriend was actually dead. They’ve spent a couple of days holding hands, sharing milkshakes and even kissing in public for the sake of their master plan, and according to Veronica, their acting had been simply perfect.

An act. That was all it was supposed to be, and it was all that really was, right? They did it for the sake of Jugead’s life, and both of them were fully aware of that the whole time they were playing lovebirds. It had all been just a big lie— one of the endless lies hidden in this small town— so why on earth was she feeling so frustrated?

She turned one last time, her eyes now facing the ceiling of the room. Her arms rested on both sides of her body over the duvet, and she could only feel herself growing more irritated by the time she was wasting with that nonsense. ”What's wrong with you, Betty?” She whispered to herself, thinking that, maybe, if she threw the words into the universe, she might actually find a logical explanation for all of those feelings. Maybe, if she could tell Jughead about it, he would find her an answer.

Yeah, right. Telling Jughead that she was actually losing sleep because her stupid heart was actually rummaging around the biggest ‘what if’ of her young life.

What if Archie hadn’t rejected her? Would they still be together? Would things have gone so smoothly as when they were pretending? And what about Jughead?

What about Jughead?

Would their friendship still be as it used to be if they hadn’t started dating? Would they still investigate all of Riverdale’s dark secrets if Archie was more present in her life? Would his life have been so different without her love?

Her eyes widened at the thought and slowly, she sat up on the bed, her legs now on the edge of the mattress. Golden hair was falling on the sides of her face, as she found herself deeper into her thoughts. Betty had never even considered how her life would’ve been if her beanie-clad knight hadn’t climbed up her window and stolen a kiss from her that day. Their lives were now so entangled that she just couldn’t picture herself without Jughead anymore.

He understands her better than anyone. He accepts her for who she really is, and their love is the only truly good thing in Riverdale. Their love is real— way more than whatever she used to feel for Archie— and even if she was now trapped in that dilemma, not even once had she doubted her love for him.

It was just… just — She couldn’t even describe what she was feeling, for god’s sake!

She has always prided herself in how well she could use words to describe her mind’s tricks in her journals, but this time, Betty was freaking out over it! She could feel her anxiety peaking, making her heart beat faster and her lungs urge for more air as she just couldn’t find the right answers for her questions. What even were her questions, to begin with? She wanted to work with facts, just like when they’re investigating things, but there was no such thing as logic in her feelings at that moment.

All she knew was that she had been moved by the time she had spent as Archie’s fake girlfriend. Even if had only been for just a couple of days, it was undeniable that she had to pretend to be everything her younger-self used to wish for. She had to pretend to be happy with her ginger neighbor while living in a world without Jughead Jones by her side, and perhaps, she allowed that stupid illusion to meddle with her reality. By not knowing how long Jughead would remain considered K.I.A, her mind began to spiral out and project herself a new, distorted future.

A future in which Jughead and her are no longer together.

Her hands were quick to cover her mouth and suddenly, a terrified expression took over her face as she was hit by that realization. Of course, she thought, quickly standing up and rushing to the drawer where she kept her photo album. She sat back on the carpet and started to go through older pics of her and the boys during their childhood, when they were always together and life was but a walk in the park during a warm, summer day.

Those really were simpler times. They had absolutely nothing to worry about and Riverdale—well, for all they knew— was still just a small town with pep. Back then, kids were still allowed to have fun and people weren’t being killed by their own neighbors. Her father was still a good man, Cheryl still had a twin brother and she was still the perfect, girl who was so young and in love with her best friend.

Her entire future had already been decided back then. While her mother had taken care of her education and what she would have to do in order to achieve the best colleges in the country, Betty herself had already written in her journals about marrying Archie and how they would manage a life of happiness and success before their thirties. That future used to be clear as the day in her naive imagination, and perhaps, that was also the future she had started to imagine during their little game of pretending.

Betty found herself to be impersonating her younger version during those days because that Betty had everything figured out. She knew what to do and where to go; and most of all, she knew everything would work out in the end. She wasn’t afraid of anything or anyone— herself included on this huge list— and perhaps, that ignorance was enough.

Enough for her to feel loved and confident, and mostly, enough for her to be happy. 

Her eyes sadly softened at a picture of her smiling next to Archie. Things would’ve certainly been easier if that fantasy future of hers had come true. She wouldn’t have cried as much as she did in the past years, and she would only have to worry about winning prom queen during her senior year. She wouldn’t be a nosy, Nancy-Drew-wannabe and instead of breaking into people’s houses to investigate their pasts, she could be just another student walking down the hallways of Riverdale High.

Who wouldn’t want a life like that? A normal life.

Her heart suddenly ached at the thought. She could feel tears threatening to pool under her eyes, and it didn’t really take her that long to reach the first and most important conclusion of the night.

She wouldn't want a life like that.

In fact, she would hate a life like that. 

Though simple and serene, a life like that would be nothing but a huge lie. If she were to follow all of her old dreams, Betty would be trapped in a world blinded by a curtain of pre-made decisions and overwhelming expectancies that she would most likely be unable to reach. And then, knowing her old-self like she does, the blonde knew it would be just a matter of time until she blew that whole facade up and got herself hurt. Really hurt. 

More than when Polly was taken away and more than when Archie rejected her after she told him about her feelings. Oh, that’s right… On that night, while wearing that pink dress that made her look like a barbie doll, her ideal life ended before it even began. She was left crying on her porch because her prince charming thought she was just too perfect for him. In all of those years of planning, she had never expected not be chosen back because she had become the supposedly best version of herself.

She used to be too much and too unreachable. Without knowing, she built a wall around herself that no one even tried to trespass in fear of never being good enough for her. She was a perfect and lonely girl who had isolated herself in her pristine world, where no one could hear her pleas.

Poor Elizabeth Cooper.

But she would be okay, right? She would eventually find someone worthy of her perfection. Eventually, she would find someone who could fit into her pretty, little world and she would finally have a brilliant, happy and simple future.

Right?

No fucking way.

She could never be happy like that. That future could never be right, and right now, as she looked at her white window, she couldn't thank him enough for saving her from her own solitude.

Right now, instead of looking at that window and thinking about her neighbor, she thinks about the boy from the wrong side of the tracks who climbed his way up to her room, called her crazy and kissed her with all the love and kindness she had been denied for ages. He wasn’t perfect and he was nothing like the man she had pictured to be her husband, but that was the best thing about him. 

He saw her as more than just that fake image she had adopted as her identity. He saw the girl behind that mask and that included all of her flaws, her passions, her scars and her peculiarities. He saw all that, and yet… He didn’t run away. Jughead Jones stayed by her side during the best and worst moments of her life, and it was the first time she felt like she was wanted.

She felt loved. 

She felt loved and excited and—damn— she felt so free. For the first time in her life, Betty was feeling everything so deeply and with such intensity that made all of that old numbness seem like a distant nightmare. Of course, there were a lot of painful moments, when her face was soaked in tears and her heart was breaking, but even that felt better than that emptiness that took over her life.

Betty could finally find some relief building up in her stomach as she looked at what was probably her favorite photo of them. Officially, that was a picture Archie and Veronica took of themselves during their Labor Day escapade, but standing there, on the background, Jughead and her were swimming together, warm bodies entangled and surrounded by the cold water; and she will always remember how much she wanted that moment to last. His blue eyes were so beautiful that day, and through them, she saw the reflection of what was certainly best version of herself.

And that version only exists because of him. He took her out of her own life so they could start something new together, and ever since that, Betty just couldn’t imagine herself wanting to go back.

So screw the simpler times— they are never coming back. Screw her expectations and all of the words she has once written in her journals. Screw her first love. It was never the love she deserved.

A bright and warm smile was now taking over her face and she had never felt lighter before. Her heart was beating faster in excitement right now and— damn it— she just felt the urge to see Jughead. She wanted to tell him everything she had just finally concluded, and more than ever, she wanted to tell him how much she loves him. Perhaps, she could go after him at the bunker, and then—

Fuck. Her eyes drifted to the digital clock on her nightstand and the green numbers were marking 3:27am. There was no way she could just go out there and wake him up after he had probably spent the whole afternoon working so hard to catch up on their studies. A wave of disappointment hit her, and through her mirror, she saw herself pouting like a contradicted, spoiled child. 

She wanted to be with him. She needed to see him and that unique beanie of his. 

And thankfully, he felt the same way.

When Betty had finally decided to put the photos back on the drawer so she could go back to bed, her ears captured the roaring of a very familiar engine right before it suddenly died out. Her eyes widened, and she wasted no time before rushing to the window to confirm the expectations of her now thrilled heart. She glanced towards the streets, and she could never describe how happy she was when she saw him taking off his helmet and leaving it on his motorcycle.

What a sight for sore eyes, she thought, as a blush crawled up her cheeks. She saw as he yawned and scratched the back of his neck, and even if she knew he was clearly tired, Betty just couldn’t keep her own excitement for herself at that moment.

That was the man she loves. The man she's going to marry.

The blonde, then, took a deep breath and wasted no time before running out of their bedroom and down the stairs so she could finally meet him. When she got down there, the red door was already been unlocked, and as soon as it was opened, her heart skipped a beat at the sight in front of her. Jughead was half asleep, with his messenger bag hanging on his right shoulder, and she saw as his eyes widened as soon as they met hers.

“Eh? Betty? It’s 3am. What are you—“

The raven haired boy didn’t even have time to finish his question before his girlfriend literally jumped on him. His keys fell on the floor and so did his bag, and as in an automatic movement, his arms encircled her waist so he could properly hold her up. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and her lips were already pressed to his in a strong and breathtaking kiss.

It was warm, soft, intense and it was filled with pure and sincere love. An everlasting that love that has already faced so many hardships and only grew stronger amidst the adversities. Her cheeks were blushing as her bare feet were still far from touching the ground, and the pressure of his fingertips on her small body was strong enough to make her feel safe.

He would not let her fall, she knew. And even if he did— even if, one day, he’s not strong enough— then they will fall together.

Neither of them knew how long they had remained like that, but eventually, he slowly put her down, his hands now resting on her lower back, as their eyes looked at one other. The Jones boy was left speechless, and all she could do about it was suppress the urge to laugh. If anything, she’s one of the few people in the world who are able to leave him speechless, and she can’t help but to feel proud of herself for that.

“I…You…What—“ He cleared his throat, then, closing his eyes for a couple of seconds as he finally tried to find the words she had stolen from him. “Hey, Betts. Nice to see you here."

“Hi, Jug.” She smiled. “Nice to see you, too. I thought you weren’t gonna come home tonight.”

“Yeah, I thought so, too, but I ran out of coffee there. And you know I can’t survive without it.”

“Oh, you really can’t live without your midnight coffee. Though it’s still a mystery how your stomach doesn’t complain about it.”

“Years of practice, Betts.” He smirked, his fingers unconsciously drawing circles on her hips. “But the real mystery here is why on earth are you awake, young lady?"

“I had an epiphany!” She said, a little louder than she needed to, joy clearly present in her voice.

“Oh…” His eyes widened, a mild surprise taking over his expression. “Cool, I guess? Hope it was a positive one.”

“It was a wonderful one, Jug!”

“Well, I’m really happy for you, then. And happy for me because of this unexpected and very pleasant display of affection. What was it about?”

“You.”

“Me?” He arched his brows. “Could it be that you’ve finally realized who’s the best detective of this duo?”

“Definitely not. I already know it’s me.” She smirked. “I was actually having some trouble sleeping with all of these thoughts about us, but now I’m much better.”

“Sounds really great, Betts. Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Definitely! I can’t wait for you to hear it all. I need you to hear it all.” Her eyes grew fonder at such words, and she watched as his expression mimicked her own. Jughead knew whatever had stolen her sleep was an important matter to her and if she needed him to hear all about it, then, he would. 

He wanted to. He really wanted to.

“Okay…” He started, his voice filled with tenderness and honesty. “Then let’s get inside, make some coffee and you can tell me all about it.”

"Right now?"

"Yeah. Why not?"

“Actually…” Betty said, her voice laced with a certain tone he knew way too well. “I was thinking that we could go to our room instead.”

“Do you prefer talking there?”

“Not really, but… Maybe we could leave it for tomorrow. It’s not like I’m in a hurry to tell you or anything.”

“What? But we’re both awake now. What else could be more important than that?”

“Well…” She leaned in, slowly, and whispered something only for his ears to hear. It was a fast and productive talk that, in a matter of seconds, made his eyes widen and a silly smile take over his lips. Betty, then, returned to her previous position, and she knew her words had served their purpose.

“We can certainly talk tomorrow.” He said, eagerly, leaving his belongings on the floor next to the entrance right after he closed the door behind him. The blonde let out a muffled giggle, and before she could take another step, he lifted her up to carry her upstairs. Her hands delicately cupped his cheeks, and softly, she planted another kiss on his lips.

Once more, they were just two teenagers in love, enjoying their night together. They didn’t care about anything else at that moment, and their minds weren’t even thinking about trivial things such as the future, his coffee, her mother waking up or the fact that they both had english classes in a couple of hours. 

At that moment, nothing else mattered. Nothing but their love.

And their future—oh, what a delightful adventure awaited for them.

fin.

#bughead #bughead fanfiction #bughead fic #riverdale #bugheadforever #mybugheadfics

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Like an Angel

pairing - Park Jimin x Reader genre - pure smut oops, old friends!AU, angst warnings/tags - lingerie wearing, blind date, Namjoon plays cupid, drinking, dirty talk, eye fucking, oral fixation, ‘sir’ kink, face riding, dick riding, slight spanking, pregnant kink, that kink where you can see the guys dick idk wtf its called, unprotected sex, and degradation kink summary - Namjoon set you up on a blind date, and while looking for him you bump into an old friend who you’ve had quite the past with.

You must’ve second guessed your dress a million times before you even stepped foot into the bar. This really wasn’t your scene, but you felt more comfortable as you realized it wasn’t even that full. You could finally breathe as you made your way inside, ordering yourself a fruity cocktail. You enjoyed getting wasted, but Namjoon set you in this position and you didn’t want to waste all of his efforts. He’s been setting this date up for weeks, and the least you can do is feel it out as you sip your drink. You’re ready to sit down at the bar, before a familiar face catches your eye.

You’re almost floored as you watch him stir the drink he has on the table. You figure that since you had no idea where this.. ‘blind date’ was, you decide to sit with him. You grab your purse, pushing down the rather tight black dress that was riding your thigh and you’re walking over to his table as you tap his shoulder. 

“Need some company?”

The face that Jimin gives you as his eyes are almost bulging out of his skull is comical, and he’s pushing off the table to bring you into his chest. You haven’t seen him in ages, and the hug is like something you haven’t felt in ages. Jimin was.. well, you weren’t sure what he was to you. Either way, his hands are keeping you close to his body. You can tell he’s a little buzzed, but you honestly didn’t mind once you both pulled away. 

“Y/N?” He breathes, and his smile is taking up half of his face. The last time you’d seen him, he still had that sweet baby face of his and his voice was still smooth and soft. Now a full fledged man stands before you, replacing the ‘chim’ you used to now. “Here! Sit down, please!” He gestures to the high stool across from his seat and you slide into it, laughing at how he urges you into the position. You fold your hands into your lap after you set your drink down and push some hair behind your shoulders.

“How are you, Park? Feels like I haven’t seen you in a thousand years! What the hell are you even doing here?” He scoffs, swirling the straw of what you presume is straight. Just how Jimin always liked it. 

“Well, I’m here waiting for someone. Been about ten minutes and they don’t show. You?” You giggle softly at the groan that leaves his mouth as his plump cheeks puff up once he rests his face on his hands. You sip your drink, eyes sweeping the bar just in case anyone looked like they were looking for someone. 

“Funny enough..” You trail off, twisting a couple small strands of hair in between the pads of your fingers. “I got set up on a blind date. Namjoon, if you remember his dumb ass, decided I need to get ‘out there’.” Jimin perks up a little bit at the mention of Namjoon and you’re adjusting your dress again as your ass is ready to pop out of the back. 

Jimin’s face has a knowing smirk on it. “Did he dress you too?” 

You groan, pulling your top up so your boobs weren’t spilling either. “Yeah. He said this was special, that he’d been planning it. When I asked who, being paranoid, I didn’t want to get kidnapped. In the end, he just said that it was—“

“With an old friend.”

You stop cold as you guys finish in unison, eyes snapping up at Jimin as he licks his lips free off the alcohol he just drank. “Namjoon set me up on a ‘blind date’ too, and picked out my outfit as well. Guess he’s just the matchmaker, huh?” Your entire face is red as you smile into the palms of your hands, and you laugh because you’re an idiot. You peek through your fingers at your date, and he’s shaking his head but you don’t miss the sweep he does of your figure. 

Once you’ve regained composure, still smiling like an idiot, you cross your arms. “I suppose he is. Now I feel a little underdressed.”

“What? Saying you’d dress a little sexier if you knew it was me?” You shrug, a smug smile on your feature as he rolls his eyes. “Wow, Y/N. Still as wild as I remember. Twenty two looks good on you.” Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes as you snort, leaning forward into the table. You can not believe you’re sitting here with someone you never thought you’d see again besides at one of your mutual friends weddings. Or, like, high school reunion. (As if you were planning on going). 

“Could say the same, Park. Aged well. What are you doing with your lame self?” He laughs at your teasing, eyes turning into crescents as he hums.

“Well, I do a little modeling now actually.” You weren’t surprised. “I also play some music on the side but it isn’t serious or anything. I’m in school right now to get a psychology degree.” That actually surprised you a little. You figured he’d do teaching or something down that road, figuring he was really good with kids. Either way, good for him. 

You’re smiling as he throws the question back at you. “Well, I’m working in college as a law student, but I have a small job on the side.” The moment you said anything, you mentally slapped yourself. Ever since you turned 19 and left home to live on your own, the financial aid didn’t cover much of your college tuition. Long story short, your parents weren’t helping you and you had a nice body. What more is there to say?

“Oh! You doing Uber Eats, or Door Dash?” He asks. The innocence in his voice makes your smile falter a bit as he’s being genuine. Your face goes red again for the second time that night. “Oh god.. It’s embarrassing isn’t it. You have a sugar daddy don’t you? Or let me guess, toe pics?” You’re failing to keep a straight face as you burst into laughter at his suggestions.

“No, you perv. It’s um.. well god, I wish it was a sugar daddy.” He cocks his eyebrow up as he brings the rim of his glass to his lips. “I, um. I strip for extra cash.”

He damn near chokes on his drink, wiping his chin as he blinks in surprise. “Y/N? Goody two shoes, on the cheer squad, and always hosted study review parties at her house.. is a stripper.” 

“Fuck off.” 

“C’mon I think it’s kinda sexy.”

You soon forget the conversation as he flags down the waiter to get both of your glasses refilled. You honestly had no idea how much you actually missed Jimin as you continued to talk. Catching up and a lot of things. You know that he, Jungkook, and Taehyung all room together. You and Taehyung both worked at the strip club together, where he knocked the heads of any assholes who wanted more than they originally paid for. They were quite the trio in high school, always together and always in the deans.

“That was not me!” Jimin whined, hands up in mock surrender. You can feel the alcohol in your body now, face flushed as you’re more bubbly now than when you first sat down. “Jungkook and Taehyung decided to strip for senior prank day. That’s why they got detention.”

“Then why the hell were you in there?”

He snorts. “For filming.” You roll your eyes, unable to contain the laughter that’s rising in your chest. You feel like you can’t help it, either. Jimin’s smile and laugh was contagious, lighting up any room he was in. Thank god you’re apart of that room. You find yourself staring as he rambles about all the dumb trouble they got into during homecoming week. You watch the way his teeth look as he talks. Hey, his teeth were straight and you had a thing for nice teeth. Soon you’re watching those pretty lips slam a shot as he gestures for you too as well.

Snapping out of your trance, you thank him for the drink and slam the shot as well before you hum. “I’m actually surprised you didn’t die at that one party after homecoming. You and Jin polished off the entire bottle of fireball in like, thirty minutes.” You both laugh at Jin, the only man in the friend group who can handle two whole bottles of liquor before he pukes. 

“I miss Jin,” Jimin sighs and you nod as well, the older trio who had graduated before you guys were essential to the group. “That night was crazy. Especially what happened afterwards.” You don’t miss a beat to raise your eyebrows as you sip a much stronger drink than your first cocktail. You try to think of what happened but all you can really remember is a blur. You’re ready to ask him what he meant before little parts come back to you. You and Jimin were in some random person’s bedroom, chests pressed together on the bed as you made out for what felt like hours. 

“Oh god,” you whine, head dropping down as Jimin starts to chuckle. “I was so wasted that night, Park. I was probably a terrible hook up.” He shrugs as you mix your drink as it tastes a little strong. You were more than aware of what you both knew. You had enjoyed that night to its fullest, and so had Jimin. You both kept coming back to each other for the occasional hook up and party date when you both wanted to get wasted and fuck. Even if it sounded shallow, you had cared for him and there was not a doubt in your mind that he cared for you as well. You also cuddled on many occasions, got dinner, and just spent many nights together doing homework or movies. Like a relationship. 

God you hated that word. It was such a huge label, and you never understood why everyone freaked out about it. If you guys like each other, then why be so complicated? Fuck if you want, kiss whenever. Friends with benefits wasn’t what you were so you decided to stay in the grey area. 

“Yeah, that night was a sloppy night. Prom night made up for it,” He says softly while your eyes avert to his own. You do a quick sweep of the tight button up he’s wearing, and what you’d give to touch his chest. Before you can continue the daydream, you return the gaze to his eyes. 

There is a playful glint in them, one you’re familiar with and you’re more than ready to face what he might throw at you. That being said, you couldn’t ignore the fact that it was the best day of your life. Dancing with friends and eating nice food. Jimin wanted to treat you like a princess that night, even if you guys went as.. ‘friends’? “I think that weekend was even better.”

“That, I can get behind,” You laugh as you raise your glass in small acknowledgment. “Saturday night and all of Sunday I swear we were swimming. We maybe only got out to either sleep in the tents, or eat.” The local swimming hole was something you guys treasured. It was where you guys had fun and forgot about the pressures of college applications and parents. 

You continue. “It’s funny you say that, cause I was actually thinking about the place earlier.”

“I was too, Taehyung brought it up. Mentioned the bathing suit you wore, which I’ll have to agree it was my favorite considering I destroyed you in it.” 

“Shut up you’re such a perv,” You shake your head despite the grin on your face. “I still have it too. Might be a little small. I keep it with all of my stripping outfits too if you want a shocker.” Your laughing falls short as Jimin stares at you, face blank as he rakes the expanse of your figure. You know that look, and as much as you want to steer clear of that ending, a part of you misses the routine with the male. 

“You have certain... outfits?” He gulps, pulling his lip into his mouth. Fortunate for you, the alcohol is really working through your system and you’re feeling it now. You watch the way the veins on his hands move as he clenches his fist, waiting to say something. You weren’t going to lie. Jimin was the best you’ve ever had, and a little part of you was dying for him to touch you.

“If you want to see them,” you whisper playfully, tongue resting under your teeth. “All you have to do is ask.” Jimin groans quietly in response, eyes looking around the bar like he was caught red handed. You were very aware of the affect you had on him and were always quick to use it to his advantage. Now he’s not even bothering to hide the sweep he does of your chest, and you lean forward a bit to give him a better look.

“Still a tease, Y/N.” He clicked his tongue, downing his drink before he puts cash on the table. “I got an uber here just in case my date decided to get a little drunk, and here we are. What about you?” 

“Yeah, I got a cab here. In case I got lucky.” You blush as you admit it, sliding out of the bar stool and pulling down your dress again as he guides you to the door. 

“You did.”

 With his hand on your lower back, you’re leaning into his chest as he orders an uber and you both wait in front of the club. Jimin used his hands to wander your backside a little, fingers under your shoulder blade before he’s running them down to the curve of your ass to grab it quickly. You jolt a little forward, catching your lip in between your teeth as a laugh rumbles in his chest. 

“If I knew we’d be waiting, I would have ordered another drink!” You whine, pulling the soft coat you brought over your shoulders, your phone illuminating your face while you check the time. You can practically hear Jimin roll his eyes as he pulls you towards the car once it rolls up. He moves to let you slide in first, greeting the driver as he shut the door. 

You’re all buckled in and with not a second to spare, Jimin’s hand rests on your upper thigh so his thumb can feel your soft skin. You turn to shoot him a look, but his gaze is turned towards the window while he grins. You wonder if you’re gonna regret this in the morning, but you haven’t seen the sight of him sleeping in your bed in a while. You recognize it too well, pillow under his arm as he hugs it, blanket kicked off so his firm back is on display. Many mornings you spent drawling circles over the expanse of his skin, all the way down to the dimples right over his tailbone. 

You’re needy for it now as the uber stops in front of your apartment, and you both thank him before sprinting towards the door. You’re not even past the entrance to the building before his hands are all over you, bumping into the walls as you guys approach the door to your house. You turn to fumble your keys as you unlock the door, while doing so Jimin is pressing his cock into your ass. You shudder at the feeling of it thick on your body, and it makes you even more eager as you push open the door. 

Jimin takes the liberty of shutting and locking it, kicking off your heels and throwing your coat to the side. His lips are on yours in seconds, sloppy strings of kisses as he guides you backwards into your room. By now you’ve stepped out of your dress and kicked it aside, Jimin undoing his belt while your fingers worked fast to undo his shirt. When you finally get to the room, you can almost laugh at the sight of the pieces of clothing in a scattered line from the door to your room. 

“Missed his, huh?” He laughs breathily, hands grabbing the back of your thighs. You’re quick to get into routine as you push off the ground and cling to him, while he’s pushing your body flush to the wall and working his tongue into your mouth. You guys fool around with embarrassing tongue kisses, sucking on the muscle before he’s just tasting you at this point. Your body ached for his kind of touch, and all nerves were on high alert since this had been the first time you’ve really been active in months. 

You nod into the vigorous kissing, pulling his button up down his shoulders so you can feel the taut muscle moving under his skin as he ruts his hips into your panties. Both parties moan at the action, and he’s quick to move to your neck to scrape his teeth along your jugular vein just like he used to. You’re waiting for him to continue the same cycle he always did on your throat, starting at your ear before proceeding down to your collarbones and to the other side of your neck. If there was one thing you remembered, it was that Jimin enjoyed marking every inch he could. You almost suggest for him to take you right there before you remember the real reason you took him here.

“Still wanna see those outfits?” He’s quick to drop you to the floor slowly, sucking one last bruise under your jaw before his tongue runs over the teeth marks there. His hands let go of your hips so you can turn around to the closet, but not before his hand lands a hard slap to your ass. “Sit on the bed and close your eyes~”

He obeys rather quickly, letting you strip of your rather plain underwear and bra and grab one of your favorite sets. It was gifted to you by a coworker who said that it would fit your body type. Thank god she was right, cause as you slip on the bra you watch the way it cups your chest like a glove. You pull up the underwear, peeking to see Jimin sitting with his eyes closed. You hurriedly pull up the thigh highs and buckle the straps to your underwear where they connect.

“Almost ready, princess?” He laughs, and you flip him off as if he can see you. You walk over to him, and throw a leg over his thighs to sit in his lap. Your eyes marvel in the sight of his toned chest revealed from the button down which was pulled out of his pants. He looked wrecked, and the sight of him was exciting you even more. He waits a second, hands feeling your thighs first before he opens his eyes. You can tell he isn’t disappointed because his eyes fail to find yours. Good.

There’s no trace of a smile on his face as he pulls the fabric of your stockings in between the pads of his fingers to feel it. They travel slowly up your navel to the valley of your boobs, cupping them gently. He whistles, hand cupping the side of your face once he reaches it. 

“Like it?”

He laughs like you just asked a dumb question, thumb dragging your lip down. “My dick is rock hard under you right now, and you’re seriously asking me this?” You laugh a little moving forward to take his thumb into your mouth. He also liked this, if your memory runs right. “God… the strip club doesn’t deserve you. This is— this is like fucking an angel.” He’s referring to the white color to the set, and you nod as his fingers ghost over your clit which jolts your nerves. He brings your hips down hard and guides them over the length of his cock, slow and steady so you can feel every inch. You’d be lying if you said the action didn’t turn you on. 

“I always had thoughts about sending you a little sneak peak of it after I first got it. Wanted you to fuck me real good dressed up like this.” His head drops back a little bit, groaning at the idea as his chest heaves little by little. “Pretended I was dancing for you instead of the old men that wander throughout the club.”

“Babygirl thought of me?”

You know that tone all too well. “Yes, sir.” He grins against the skin he was biting, pulling away as he pushes two fingers against your tongue. He rubs it lightly and you’re quick to lick at the pads as if it was his dick. He watches you with lidded eyes while his tongue darts out, wetting his lips as they’ve ran dry. It’s like the stare itself is fucking you open right there, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. Jimin pulls the fingers out of your mouth and leans up to catch your lips in a sinful kiss, one that definitely has you wetter by the moments.

“Being so obedient. If I remember correctly, you were always such a brat.” You shrug, hands against his neck as you look at him. He falls back into the bed and pushes his hips up into yours which makes you whine a little bit. “Come sit on my face, baby… you still like that, right?” You nod quickly, scrambling as you scoot up to his neck and look down at him from that angle. God, you probably looked unflattering from the angle, but the long lick Jimin does over the fabric of your underwear washes the doubt away. Your hands find purchase in his hair as you feel him pull the fabric aside and drag the flat of his tongue over your folds. You can feel it better now, the strong muscle toying your clit as you remember how good he was with it. 

Not a moment too soon, his arms are around your thighs to hold you in place as his lips wrap around your clit. “A-ah,” you inhale sharply as he bites the bundle of nerves gently. He is wasting no time as his tongue plunges deep into your pussy and you can’t hold back the moans that tumble past your lips. Every lick and suck he does has your hips bucking at the feeling, even as he laughs into you. “Mmm, your tongue feels really good, Park.” He’s sucking mercilessly on your clit as your hips roll into his mouth to get whatever you can.

His hands move to your ass while he grabs the two cheeks in his hand and spreads them apart. You grind your hips into his face, your hands running up your stomach to grab your own chest, making eye contact with Jimin as you twist your own nipples. You can practically feel him smirk as his hands cover your own, before finding their way back to your clit as he tongue fucked you. Your head leans back a little bit, eyes closed as you can feel the long drag of his tongue in and out of your pussy. You’re moaning louder as each second passes, with his fingers toying at you and his tongue deep in you, you’re feeing yourself get worked up.

You knew Jimin wanted you to cum. He enjoyed having you already overstimulated when he started, and he was doing a good job of getting his way. You’re whining loudly as he moved quicker, sucking and licking everything he could as if his life depended on it.

“Jimin,” you warned as you panted lightly, rolling your hips into his tongue even harder as you began riding his face, for lack of better words. “Jimin, I’m gonna cum.” He moves even faster after you say that, eyes boring into yours as he wiggles his mouth over your lips. You’re holding onto his hair, feeling your nerves in your thighs jolt as you feel yourself start to grow hotter by the minute. You release all over his mouth with a loud cry, thighs closing in on his head as he finishes you off. You curse as he cleans his plate, licking every last drop before pulling his mouth from your heat. 

“Damn,” he groaned as he licked his lips from the cum that remained. “Sound even hotter now than you did senior year.” You weakly slap his arm, face turning a dark hue of red as he pushes the lace underwear back over you before you move off of his head. You hoped you weren’t suffocating him. You bite your lip as he tackles you to the other side of your bed, pinning you down as he works on the free skin of your chest.

“You’re even better than you were senior year.” You laugh breathily as he’s taking your nipple into his mouth after turning the skin under a light purple. Your hands are in his hair, pushing it back so you can see his face. He’s already staring at you, smiling as he bit into your chest. “Still enjoy throat fucking?” You throw at him, and his lips finish the bruise he’s working on before he snickers. You unbutton his pants, pulling them down and he almost falls off the side of the bed trying to kick them off. After laughing fits, he’s straddling over your torso and you’re giving kitten licks to the top of his dick. 

“I’ve fucked other girls mouths,” He starts and you’re ready to flip him off but he drags the tip over your lips, and then your tongue once it’s out on display. “They will never be as good as yours, baby. Always had to pretend that every pussy I fucked my cock into was yours.” You swoon at the words, even if they aren’t the way you’d like to hear them. Taking the head of his dick into your mouth, you hold the back of his thighs as you bob your head forward while your nose hits the stubble of his pubic bone. Luckily for you, and him, you weren’t much of a gagger so after a few minutes you feel his hand on the back of your head. You relax your throat the best you can as he fucks your mouth, drool pooling at the side of your mouth as you take him the best you can.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Missed y-your pretty mouth over my cock.” The grunting noises he makes is almost animalistic as the sound of his hips slapping your cheeks rings throughout the room. You stare up at him, making it look as innocent as possible and once his eyes are on yours, his head falls back again as he moans. You hollow your cheeks around his dick, sucking as he’s hitting the back of your throat. He speeds up, hips stuttering and you’re ready to take whatever he gives you. Before you can even prepare for his cum, he withdraws from your mouth with an audible ‘pop’ that has you confused. 

Jimin pants as he looks down at you, thumb ridding of the spit on your chin before apologizing.

“What for?” You pant, licking your lips to collect the juices on them. 

He shakes his head, leaning down to kiss you heatedly and you give him back what you get. It’s hot and needy, tongues against each other as you guys roll over again while laughing. It felt like a reunion, even if it wasn’t how you usually had them. He stares at you once you’re situated in his lap, watching you like you’re about to dissolve in his arms. “What?” You repeat.

He laughs weakly, patting your thighs. “I missed you, truly.” He admits and you’re ready to respond with something heartfelt before he ruins the mood. “Cumming in your mouth is good, but to cum in that wet cunt of yours is even better.” Again, you’re whipped at the words so he doesn’t have to tell you twice as you unbutton the two pieces of your underwear. You thank the heavens for the easy removal of the garment as you toss it to the side. You’re ready to take off the thigh highs but he growls.

“No, those stay on.”

You discard the bra behind you as you rub your pussy over the head of his dick to tease him, but he pulls your hips down over him. You whine at the contact and do not miss a single beat to start bouncing on him, swirling your hips before grinding them down. His head back into the pillows, hands over your boobs as he watches with lidded eyes. Jimin wants to see everything you do, even if he’s struggling to keep his eyes open. He missed you, and he meant what he said. He ached for your touch after all these years and he’s ready to start rambling about it all over again.

He decides to keep his mouth shut.

  “Fu-fuck baby, just like that,” He groans as his hands travel your body to land on your hips, holding them tightly as he fucks even harder up into you. 

“Jimin!” You squeak, falling forward and using his chest to keep you grounded while you both work at a pace that feels like cloud nine. Your hair falls forward and you’re tucking it hastily behind your ear while your moans bounce with every push inside you. Made you sound like you were on a bumpy road. “P-please— Jimin please don’t stop. A-ah.. keep fucking me.” He listens closely to your plea as he’s fucking up into you with a pace you can’t keep up with, rendering you useless as you sit there and take it.

You’re clawing his chest in an attempt to release the pleasure you felt, it finally getting to the brink of being too much.

“How does.. m-my cock feel?”

You moan in response as his thumbs pushing your clit all around, rubbing it raw until your hand is patting his pec. “I-it feels good, h-hah.. I c-can’t take it.” Your begging falls on deaf ears as he’s going at godspeed, your thighs twitching at the overworking muscles underneath. “I can’t, J-Jimin, I c— fuck!” You cry out as he rubs over your g spot, and keeps nailing into it as he goes even faster. You’re wondering in the back of your head how the fuck he has the willpower for this, but you could ask the same question of yourself. You missed him and his touch, his body. That’s all there is to it.

“God, fucking right into your cunt.. bet you want me to cum in you and knock you up?” This was more of a kink for him, but you moaned loudly as it was still hot to hear him say the words. “Fill your tummy with cum.” You nod vigorously as his hand comes over your stomach, and he watches the way your skin moves with every thrust.

“Fill me up w-with your cum,” You beg, and he’s biting his lip hard enough that he could draw blood as he drills into you. 

“God I wish I fucking could... watch your stomach bloat with all this cum that I’m giving you. Gonna get my little slut pregnant.”

It comes crashing down, the last tether of your orgasm snapping as you freeze on his cock and grip his biceps like you’re holding on for your life. His name is on your lips as he fucks it out of you, the noises becoming sloppier as your release covers his cock. Jimin looks up at you, pushing back your hair and the smile you give him has him sent. The way you’re looking at him, lidded eyes with blown out pupils. Your neck and body are filled with his marks, and fuck Jimin just wanted you to be his already. 

He’s cumming up into you, stalling as he buries his cock deep inside of you, neck veins straining as he moans loudly. The last thing left in the room to hear is your breathing, hard and rough against the currents of the room. You’re trying to regain your consciousness as you lean forward, laying on his chest. He’s sweaty but so are you, and you could care less as you close your eyes. You lay there until Jimin’s chest turns into a slow, rhythmic rise and fall as he breathes. Jimin’s so focused on combing through the knots in your hair that he almost misses your question. 

“You wanna shower?”

He can tell by the way your voice sounds, that you’re exhausted so he shakes his head. “We have all morning to do that. I just want to lay here with you.” And he did. It’s been so long since he’s held you. Since he’s gotten a proper look at you, the slight upturn of your nose resting against his chest. He pulls out finally so he can rest his legs while he laughs to himself, the way that your cheek is squished against his skin has him chuckling. “I love you, Y/N.”

A part of him wishes you were awake to hear those words. He wanted you to know he meant it, but the other half is glad his words remain unheard.

He has to remind himself that those three words are why you guys split off in the first place.

#bts #bts smut #bangtan sonyeondan #park jimin smut #park jimin x reader #jimin smut #jimin x reader #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

[swynlake-spill]

WORST dressed for prom.

honestly most people looked fly as hell so ive decided im going to post anyone whose outfits sent me into a jealous rage and insult them unfairly for it. ready??? OKAY!!

the acherons + lou bonfamille:

the AUDACITY of the three of them coordinating their expensive outfits like sexy von trappe children and NOT sending me the memo???? mean, horrible, i hated it!

Barbie Roberts:

I MEAN what the fuck is this who do u think you are??? circus-era britney spears?? daenyrs targaryean??? Jesus Christ, the Lord and Savior? Actual Blasphemy, take it off!

Edward Andalasia:

normally id say something about how the boots are fly as hell but since im in such a bitter mood THIS WHOLE OUTFITS BURNS MY EYES LIKE LOOKING DIRECTLY INTO THE BURNING BUSH AND HEARING THE VOICE OF GOD! im leaving the church

Holley Shiftwell:

if i WANTED to look like i put on every piece of jewelry in an antique store and was thus a glinting golden princess from a culturally appropriative staging of Bollywood-inspired musical-within-the-musical Spectacular! Spectacular!, i'd just raid my grandmother's drawers thank you next!!!!

there are probably more but halfway through reviewing pics from that night i started crying and had to take a xanax so im stopping for mental health reasons

#prom 2021 #taste test