((to be honest i just wanted to do a silly picture))

leftyxii  asked:

Hopefully this isn’t a silly question, but what do you call your haircut depicted in your pictures when you draw yourself? I want to say it’s an undercut? But just double checking. xD

I call it an Undercut! Or “Don Bluth’s male lead hair cut” or “90s as heck.”

NOW WITH A RIDICULOUS RAT TAIL! I’ll be Jim Hawkins in no time.

It looks more like an anime ahoge to be honest, but I JUST got a hair cut and I am happy about it.

you want to paint the underside of your coffin with glow in the dark stars so you’ve got something to look at. when you were in mass last sunday god spoke to you directly and asked you to please stop it. you’ve been trying to stop it.

she’s wearing a red dress that hugs her waist so tight that you picture your hands searching for your sanity somewhere in the folds of that body. between thighs like that. is this objectifying her? you worry to yourself, smashing lipstick on.

your head already hurts, and there’s a girl who is puking in the corner. you ask her if she needs anything, and she tells you she likes your dress, and you say thank you do you need water, and she says, it’s okay i’m going to die here, and you say, okay let me bring you water. so you bring her water, even though the other girls look nasty at you when you cut the line. it’s not for me, you try to explain, weakly, over bass that is breaking your eardrums. nobody likes a hero. the girl is surprised you’re back. she spits up daintily, almost neatly, and drinks the water in a single chug. she tells you to go back to partying, so you do, because she tells you to.

where the hell is your friend. it’s not like she promised she’d stay next to you but here you are and here she isn’t, which is either rude for both of you or just the average way of things.

nervous hands bring you back to the bar where at least you can linger and pout and think about god, and his hands, and the sun coming up tomorrow on the bones of your body. where if you keep your eyes down and don’t look up you won’t remember that all places of worship are churches and here you are, nursing a vodka tonic you finished five minutes ago, praying about hell while women cagedance not more than six yards from where you sit.

a man in a suit - an honest-to-god suit - comes up to you. the cloth is powder blue. he asks if you want a drink. you don’t. you say yes because your mother taught you not to turn down free things. he orders you something you don’t like and you lean across the bar and tell the bartender nicely that unless he wants you to die you will be drinking a shot of fireball and nothing else, thank you. the bartender says, i don’t want you to die.

you don’t say, okay, but, what if someone would finally let me die. that’s dark. that’s something you stow for your friend who has a good enough sense of humor.

you smile at the man, take the shot, wave at him, ask him to come dance, melt away into the crowd with that ability you learned somewhere in high school. now you’re alone again and can’t go back to the bar because the man will be looking. you remember you’ve got a phone finally.

you ask your friend where she is. she doesn’t reply coherently, but you like the addition of the cat emoji.

some terrible part of you slips into your skin now, the ache of wanting out. so you go out.

and there’s the girl in the red dress.   

you feel yourself choke like a car engine and it’s gosh dang embarrassing.

she’s laughing, blowing smoke up at the building. a man is standing next to her, but she makes eye contact with you. you ask her if she’s willing to bum you one. you’ve never smoked in your life and you’re terrified of them like guns. she nods and slips you a clover. you don’t let your hands shake in the glow of the lighter, only after, only when she smiles at you and asks you how you’re doing.

how am i doing? i’m very lonely and i think god abandoned me and it feels like a train wreck inside me. i feel myself reversing. my headlights are going out. tomorrow already hurts.

instead you shrug and say something inconsequential. you say, that’s a nice dress. even manage to keep how hard your heart is pounding out of it.

isn’t it? asks the man. you now remember he’s here. you have the urge to smoke suddenly. inhale deeply.

sorry to bother you, you say, just got too loud in there.

she nods, looking at you, mouth in a pretty smile. not bothering, she says, it’s okay. want to go back in with me?

her outstretched hand is soft and cold. you drop the clover. once inside she shouts over the music to you about how men are creeps. her lip touches your ear while she speaks. her hand doesn’t leave yours. she pulls you to the dance floor. your heart feels like a carousel.

she dances. your throat is dry. she takes your other hand and makes you dance with her, a silly little twisting thing. your palms are sweaty and she is laughing. she leans in to speak with you, pressing up against your body. there is lightning shooting out over your skin. she smells like roses. her hair seems soft.

she’s whispering something and for a second, the sound of corroding stops in your brain. like the train finally derailed and now it’s dead and can leave you out of it. like stuff gets quiet even though you’re drunk in public on a friday night.

so this is worship, then, you think.

you say, sorry, and she says ? for what? and you can’t speak.

when she turns around, you leave.

;lostmyhead (m)

pairing— kim seokjin x reader x min yoongi
genre/warnings—smut, threesome, fuckboy! Seokjin, dom! Seokjin, dom! Yoongi, dicks with photo filters, dirty talk
words— 13, 332

:: summary— Kim Seokjin is the worst thing you’ve ever done, quite literally. Hooking up with him—continuously, for months, is something you regret doing. Mainly because you now have a boyfriend and have seen the error of your ways (mistake!). However, even then, you can’t seem to escape him…or say no for that matter…


→ Jin somehow convinces you and Yoongi to have a threesome with him…

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things i learned my freshman year of college

1. don’t worry so much about what other people are spending their time doing.

2. social media is a lie. it’s all fake. it might seem like your friends at other schools are having the time of their lives, but it’s so easy to pretend to be happy online when in reality you are downright miserable. so just because someone’s instagram is prettier than yours, doesn’t mean their life is any happier or better.

3. it’s absolutely okay to sit by yourself at the dining hall and have a meal alone. no one will judge you for it. no one will point at you and whisper, “there’s the girl that eats alone all the time.” i promise you that no one is looking that closely at you. the only reason they would notice is if you make it seem like you’re miserable. so go ahead, order a hamburger and a huge plate of fries, pick up a good book, and eat by yourself. i promise that no one will give a fuck.

4. if you want to sit at home and watch netflix while eating chicken tenders in bed on a friday night, then do it. don’t feel obligated to go out and have a great time if you know that you would be happier just sitting at home. for a long time, i used to think that if i wasn’t going out with friends or studying, i was wasting my time. but that is so not true. you need your alone time, especially when you’re in college, so don’t be afraid to do the things that really make you happy – not just the things that you think will make you happy.

5. grades are important, so don’t slack off. it might seem like you’re doing more work than everyone else, but if other people are getting good grades, i promise that they’re doing just as much work as you are (no matter how many times they say “i only studied for like an hour the night before the test and i got an A!”). you’re not paying a fortune just to party and hang out with friends, so make sure you’re learning and keeping up with your schoolwork.

6. by the end of the year, you will have completely lost touch with many of your high school friends who you promised you would never stop talking to. and that’s okay.

7. make use of the library. it’s there for a reason. find a good study spot where no one can bother you, and whenever you get there, put your phone away and actually get shit done. leave the procrastinating for your dorm room.

8. frat parties are overrated. clubbing is overrated. if you go, make sure you’re with someone you trust. but if you know that you’ll have a better time just hanging out with one or two close friends or curling up in your room with a good book, then do that instead. no matter what the tv shows tell you, you won’t miss out on finding your soulmate just because you don’t go to one party.

9. no one will hold your hand in college. no one is going to tell you “take this, this, and this class” or “study one chapter a night and you’ll be good for the test.” you have to figure that shit out for yourself. in high school, you might have gotten away with studying for a test the night before, but if you do that in college, you will most likely not get the grade you were hoping for. unless you’re a genius, it’s just impossible. so make sure you start studying way before you think you need to.

10. do your laundry. take out your trash. make your room look nice. yes, even during finals week. it’ll make you feel like more of a human being.

11. go to your professors’ office hours. i’ve found that most of the time, the professors are sitting in their office, just waiting for students to come see them during office hours. so if you’re struggling, go talk to them. and don’t wait around until the week before the final. the professor will be much more willing to help you out if you go see them near the beginning of the semester. never, ever, ever be ashamed to ask for help. each time i’ve asked a professor “how can i do better in your class?” they’ve been delighted to talk to me and figure out a plan to help me improve. also, you will most likely need a letter of recommendation from one of your professors at some point in your college career, and you don’t want to have to be that person sending an email to that professor you had three years ago that starts with “i’m sure you don’t remember me, but…” – how do you make a professor remember you? go to office hours!

12. sure, drinking might be fun and it might make you seem cool. it might make it easier for you to be in social situations. but when you are entirely incapable of having fun while sober, that’s when you know you have a problem. that whole “you’re not an alcoholic until after college” saying is bullshit. it’s fine to have drinking be a part of your social life. just make sure it doesn’t become your ENTIRE social life. also, if a party gets too loud and rowdy, do yourself a favor and get out of there before campus police shows up. it’s not worth the stress to have that be on your record.

13. the great thing about college is that you can pick your friends (unlike in high school when you kind of were forced to be friends with the people in your classes), so please choose wisely. be friends with people who do cool things and support you while you do cool things. if someone makes you feel shitty, don’t hang out with them. just straight up tell them that you don’t want to spend time with them anymore, too. life is too short to be friends with people you hate.

14. take lots of pictures – but not just for social media. for yourself, too. so that you can look back on these moments ten or twenty years from now and see how much you’ve learned, grown, and changed.

15. there were douchey people in high school and, unfortunately, there will be douchey people in college, too. but anyone who still tries to be “popular” in college is just setting themselves up for disappointment and embarrassment. so just ignore them. eventually, they will grow up and realize the error of their ways. but until then, stay as far away from them as possible and just do your own thing. “leave lame people to keep doing the lame shit that they do.“

16. i know you’re busy, but don’t forget to call your mom, dad, brother, sister, grandma, grandpa – whatever. if there’s someone back home who cares about you, call them. and more often then you think you need to. because i can promise you that they’re probably worried sick about you.

17. be confident. if you’re not confident, then fake confidence until it becomes real. you are glorious. you are wonderful. once you’re no longer afraid to show your true self to others, you’ll give others the confidence to reveal their true selves, as well. so what if you’re a little chubby? so what if you still have acne? so what if you don’t have clothes that are as nice as everyone else? you’re still a force of nature, and people should be dying to want to hang out with someone as awesome as you.

18. get involved in things. new things. never danced before but always wanted to? try out for the dance team. always wanted to sing but never had the guts before? try out for an acapella group. nothing is holding you back.

19. the whole “no one knows me here, i can be whoever i want to be” is true, but only to a certain extent. you can change yourself in college, but you probably won’t be able to change who you are fundamentally. you are still the silly, goofy, crazy you that you were in high school. so even though you might tell yourself that you want to be friendlier, cooler, prettier, smarter – whatever – don’t lose sight of who you really are, because i can promise you that people will see past your facade. and the more honest you are to people, the more likely they will be to open up to you.

20. be a nice person. hold the door open for people. smile at everyone you make eye contact with. talk to the person you sit next to in class, even if it is a 100+ person lecture. college is hard, and it can be very easy to feel lonely and lost. so just be nice to people. you never know whose day you’ll make. plus, it has its perks.

Put on a Show for Me - Let Me Show You Part 2

Author’s Notes: Despite how long it took me to post this, I actually had a lot of fun writing it. Hopefully, you’ll enjoy it too. Again sorry for any typos. I try to edit it, but I miss things. 

Word Count: 3,413 (Get yourself a snack, kids. This shit is long af.)

Warnings: Smut. I mean is there anything else worth writing?

Part One: Let Me Show You

Roman knew you were reaching your breaking point. As much as you tried to stay cool and collected under the gaze of his bedroom eyes, he could tell it was all an act. Being an upir had its advantages. One of them being how he could catch your eye and sense your body remembering every welcomed violation he performed on your pleasure deprived body only a few hours prior. He could hear your heart race and he could all but taste the blood rushing to his favorite spot between your thighs. He wanted you again the moment he watched you fall into euphoria in his arms.

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The blackout is coming to an end today…and I have a few things to share. What it showed me- and realizing how bad the reposting issue has become.

During these two weeks I’ve witnessed a few cases:

-I’ve seen my art been being reposted without permission, mostly with ‘credit to the artist™’ or nothing at all on insta/vk/etc.

-I’ve seen my newer drawings with my new watermark being cropped from the picture with the same careless credit

-Someone even attempted to blur the whole thing and leaving a weird stain where the watermark should be (saved it before reporting just in case)

-Also youtubers have been monetizing my work without my knowledge. In some cases, they assumed that when I gave them permission to dub one of my comics, that it extended to having permission to upload other works of mine. An assumption that was completely wrong. So not only was I not informed that they were using more of my work, but they monetized it and gained money from my work. I no longer allow dubbing on my comic anymore because of it.

-Recently, I asked another youtuber to remove a dub they did long ago on one of my comics, and while they eventually removed it from their channel, it didn’t stop them from giving permission to other youtubers to repost MY ART. And while it was their dub, the foundation of that work was my art. No one can give others permission to use my art other than me. However just 4 days after that video was removed, it was reposted onto another channel and monetized. All this I had to find out from people telling me.

-And even worse—yes, it can get worse—yesterday I found out that one of the drawings I made for Adrienette month was being sold on phone cases on Aliexpress.

I never thought *this* will happen to me. Why would someone…do that? Why would someone make money out of our hard work while we create for fun to a fandom we love on our free time?

To be honest, after seeing this—I wanted to quit drawing for the fandom.

But I won’t.

As much as it hurts, the fact that there are people who don’t give a damn about the artist’s wishes and care more about their fat pocket—it won’t mean anything to them. For them I’m *just* another artist–it won’t hurt them losing another one.

I draw ml because I love the characters and the fandom. It makes me happy to see that I can make someone’s day a little better because of my drawings. I made friends through this fandom that became part of my everyday life and to be honest, they boosted my confidence. ML revived my dream again to study animation, it made me want to draw more and brought back the will to learn and improve. I have so many good things to say about the show, the people I encounter- you really changed my life, and I love you all!

And I don’t want this to end because of some nasty people who care more about their following count or the money they can make from a stolen illustration or a silly comic.

I’m just going to continue arting but not share everything…and make the watermark bigger.

So for other artists out there, I just want to share this information. This is just a drop of the ocean of what I have experienced in my short time of posting fanart online. As exciting as it is to have people dubbing your work or asking for permission to share your art on other platforms.


Ask questions, ask for links to their pages, look at how they conduct themselves online, check to see if they monetize videos (you can use apps like the heartbeat app to do this as some youtubers like to not share this information), give proper credit/link to your original posts, etc. Some people are looking to use you and use your art for fame, for money, for whatever, and its abuse. It abuses your copyright and hard work. This is something I do because I love art, I love the show, and I want to share that love with others. It is NOT something I create for others to take advantage of or steal…or sell, or to stick an advert on in order to make money.


Thank you @powerdragonmoon and the squad group for helping out with writing <3

Finding you

Originally posted by taesscripts

Words: 5992

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut

It has pretty much everything but there is a point where there will be smut so if you don’t fancy something like that you can just skip the part.

Description: Your cousin gave you a gift. It’s a pen, a pen that whatever you write upon your skin with it will also appear on your soulmate’s. Silly stuff, how can what you write with a stupid pen appear on your soulmate’s skin?

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Hi everyone,

After a long time I figured I’d clear some things up. I feel like I’m finally ready to face everything that happened. First of all, I have been receiving a lot of very kind messages lately, giving me a lot of support, and I wanted to thank all of you for being so understanding and sweet with me, it really does help me out a lot to see that.

Now let’s get down with this,

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“Hey mom ! ...I mean Mrs. Stark...” - Tony Stark x Reader x awkward!Peter Parker

Summary : Peter calls Tony and his wife (the reader) “dad” and “mom” by accident and…oh it’s awkward. 

Just a silly little story. Wrote in ten minutes on the verge of exhaustion, because I have almost no free time lately and…yeah. Uh. Hope you’ll still like it.

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com


It was the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to him. By far. 

It outdid that time when, as Spider-Man, he hit a signboard while swinging from web to web, and fell face first down in a busy NYC street…There were videos on YouTube, and pictures on the internet of “The Friendly neighborhood Spider greatest fail”…but at least, no one saw his face. No one actually knew him. 

But now ? Oh God. He was good old and regular Peter Parker and everyone knew it. And this all thing was embarrassing beyond all measure ! 

He had just called Mrs. Stark “mom” on live TV ! 

He obviously didn’t mean to but…it was the stress really. 

People were starting to get curious about Anthony Stark’s mysterious intern, and he just had to give an interview about it so as not to blow his cover. After all, it was the first time Tony’s company was taking interns ! And everyone was curious about that guy that teenage boy who got the first one ever. 

With how obsessed with the Starks the World was, the interview was a huge deal…Millions of people watched the great Iron man’s new protégé, the boy so many were jealous of for landing the best internship ever at Stark Industries.

The journalists asked him hundred of questions, and everything was going smoothly. Besides, Peter felt like with Mr. Stark by his side, he was invincible, his hero and role model giving him strength…Up until he talked about you and used the word “mom” to do so…And you were right next to him…Oh, awkward.

It happened barely a second ago but he already rewinded the scene in his head a thousand times…The journalist asked :

-How is it to be so often in the presence of Tony Stark, a genius and also one of the biggest and most famous superhero on Earth ? 

And stupid, embarrassing, idiotic, nervous Peter answered :

-It’s ok really, Mr. Stark is amazing, and his wife, Mrs (Y/N) Stark is really great, right mom ? 

And he turned to you. Right after he called you “mom” in front of millions of people…and just froze. Why didn’t he stop at “Mrs. (Y/N) Stark is really great”, why the Hell did he turn to you and said “right mom ?”…he would never know. 

There was a sudden silence in the room, all the journalists and even the damn security guards staring at Peter. He cleared his throat and laughed nervously, but he wasn’t able to say anything. 

He glanced quickly at Tony and your husband was just like everyone else right now, staring at him, probably thinking : “wait…what did he say ?”.

This was Peter’s worst nightmare. Public humiliation. Saying something so damn stupid. In front of so many people…

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Crazy In Love

Originally posted by alex-norma

pairings: stiles x reader; lydia x reader.

warnings: fingering, masturbation (female and male receiving), oral sex (female and male receiving), sex, cursing, slightly daddy kink and mostly NSFW +18. if you’re under eighteen, don’t tell your parents.

a/n: well, this was a first, so I truly hope y'all enjoy it!

word count: 5,2k+

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anonymous asked:

Hello, for my one and only soul, could I get Dans 20th birthday where Phil waited to have The Full Sex™ with Dan because he didn't want to be that creep that bangs a teenager?

can you write a bit where phil’s always been rlly loving and soft and vanilla and dan says “harder” like 38291928 times and phil keeps being gentle af but then dan like looks up at phil and says “h a r d e r .” in like a “sex” voice and phil just fickin loses it and p o u n d s him into the mattress and also detailed orgasms thank you so much bby

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There isn’t much competition when it comes to Dan’s top three best birthdays. Now, his top three worst, that’s another story – so many of them have been so downright awful it’s hard for him to choose. There was that time in Kindergarten when he’d had a barbeque at the local park and a freak storm had blown through, tearing down their gazebo and knocking his Winnie the Pooh cake to the ground. Or his ninth birthday, when his cousin sprayed him with Poundland silly string, which had given him a severe allergic reaction and he ended up spending the remainder of his party in A&E. And who can forget his twelfth, when he’d climbed onto the roof of his single-storey house on a dare and broke his wrist on the way down? The list goes on, but, physical injury and heartbreaking loss of desserts aside, nothing will ever rank higher than his sixteenth, which he’d spent crying into half a dozen share-sized packets of Doritos when none of his guests turned up.

So, yes, Dan’s got a plethora of bad birthdays to choose from, but good ones? Honestly, his top three is probably just his nineteenth listed three times. It was the first he’d spent with not only an actual best friend but also a boyfriend – and okay, technically they’re the same person, but give him a break. He’d never expected to have one of those, let alone find both wrapped up in the miracle that is Phil. Dan had gone to spend his birthday week up in Manchester with him, where Phil had taken him to dinner and a movie and, sure, it was cliché and cheesy as hell, but that’s exactly what Dan had wanted. They’d eaten overpriced meals and made out in the back of the cinema and drank on a rooftop bar and it was by far the best birthday Dan’s ever had. Today, however, that’s about to change. Today, Dan is going to have a new number one, because today his boyfriend is finally, finally going to fuck him.

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Dating would include – Twenty One Pilots

Originally posted by rhcpchili99

Tyler Joseph:

  • He plans a ton of different dates whenever he has time
  • Ever been in a pillow fort? - Say no more
  • “We are the rulers of this fort!”
  • “I even found two crowns for us, my King.”
  • Super sunny day? - Tyler takes you to the park for a picnic
  • “God, you and your Taco Bell addiction… It’s beautiful, Ty.”
  • “Everything for you, [Y/N]…”
  • Tired to go out? - Let’s have a movie night with snacks
  • “Catch, Tyler! … Geez, we need to train that way more.”
  • The two of you keep the public display of affection as low as possible
  • Yes, there are a few kisses now and there and holding hands
  • But the rest is reserved for your time in private
  • “You don’t know how long I waited to have you for me alone…”
  • “Someone is eager tonight.”
  • “How can’t I? You look even more breathtaking than usual, if that’s possible.”
  • Tyler shows you how much you mean to him through other actions
  • The way he presents you to the world and speaks about you in interviews
  • “With [Y/N] by my side I can accomplish everything.”
  • “I can’t live without my better half anymore. [Y/N] is the world for me.”
  • Everyone can see how much he is in love with you
  • Should Tyler be away for a long time, he tries to keep in touch as much as possible
  • In between times he sends you tons of silly pictures and messages
  • But Ty loves to have endless calls with you
  • “How was your day, [Y/N]? I hope good. If not, I’m here.”
  • “I’m not going to end this call until you are asleep.”
  • “I love you so much…”
  • Fights in the your household is a very quiet event
  • Neither of you raise your voice at the other one –not even once
  • The deadly looks you have say more than thousand words
  • “Don’t you dare to give me the "forbidden look”!“
  • But in the end the fight doesn’t last longer than ten minutes
  • "I’m so sorry for everything. Can I make it up to you, love of my life?”
  • And Tyler knows how to push your buttons so you forgive him
  • You know Tyler will be there for you, when you need him
  • He loves to take care of you and making your day better
  • Massages, cuddles, kisses, cooked meals, everything you want or need
  • He always wants you to be by his side, when he writes a new song
  • You are his inspiration – his muse – if you want to say so
  • Tyler cares about your opinion on his music and songs
  • “Wow, feels like pure darkness, but with a tiny ray of sunshine and hope in it.”
  • Once in a while he writes a song about you as a gift
  • When words fail him, the music will talk for him
  • “Oh my god, Tyler. That’s so wonderful. Sweet. Beautiful.”
  • “I would catch a star for you, if you want it.”

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Josh Dun

  • The two of you take care of each other – almost having a sixth sense for that
  • You know exactly when the other one has a bad day
  • So nightly trips to Taco Bell or skating together are usual things
  • “I feel so much better now. Thank you, darling.”
  • After all this time you two are dating, Josh is still a blushing mess sometimes
  • Might it be the way you look stunning in your clothes
  • Or the most adorable compliment he tells you
  • “I am truly dating an angel. How did I get so lucky?”
  • His love to you gets stronger every day he has you by his side
  • Josh loves you to show your happy relationship in public
  • Matching couple shirts during the trip to Disneyland
  • “The Boss” - “The Real Boss”
  • Piggyback rides whenever you want – in the park, in the venue, …
  • “When is my turn to get a ride?”
  • “Don’t give him bad ideas, Tyler!”
  • And tons of vines you two do together
  • “[Y/N] is my favorite person on earth … right after Tyler.”
  • “… Seriously?”
  • He also tries to stay in touch with you, when he is away
  • Your phone is overflowing with messages, pictures and snapchats
  • To be honest you only miss him more  
  • “How is my love doing today? Feel hugged… I miss you, [Y/N].”
  • Of course, Tyler approves your relationship doubtlessly
  • He is thankful that you make Josh happy without doing anything
  • And the support you give him, Tyler and the band in general
  • “Yes, a match made in heaven… Lucky Josh.”
  • Once in a while the two of you fight – barely but you do
  • There is a lot of yelling, because both of you are emotional
  • But not a single harsh word were ever said
  • It’s not your wish to hurt the other one emotionally
  • “Dear Lord! We talked about this, Josh. I’m done with this topic!”
  • “What if I’m not done? It is important for me, [Y/N]!”
  • After a few minutes both of you apologize for your rude behavior
  • “If it’s important for you, then it is for me too.”
  • You never complain about how loud Josh plays on his drums sometimes
  • He just forgets everything around him lost in his music
  • Adoring the – just to mention – handsome smile on his lips is worth the noise
  • That’s what makes him happy so you are happy too
  • Knowing what you endure from time to time he tries to fulfil every wish of yours
  • Neither of you is really the type for big and expensive gifts
  • The little things in life are the important ones
  • “Hungry? Wait, I get you your favorite snack.”
  • “Don’t worry, I’ll do the dishes tonight. Just relax and enjoy yourself.”
  • Josh holds you close to his chest  during the night
  • It’s like the place in his arms is perfectly made for you
  • He literally feels how much you mean to him  
  • Your heart beating simultaneously with his own
  • The warmth of your skin on his
  • That’s pure comfort for him
  • “God, I love you so much, [Y/N]. More than you can imagine.”

pairing: chanyeol x reader

genre: angst ft a tiny bit of fluff

words: 10.7k

description: you’re in love with chanyeol. you know. his girlfriend knows. the universe knows. does he?

Originally posted by scartic

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may these memories break our fall. – Nashville secret sessions story

“Is that Kara?” she asked loudly over the music as she grabbed my hands and twirled me around. I was stumbling on the pillows below my feet but grasped her hands so tight. All I could do was aggressively nod and hope she couldn’t see the tears forming in my eyes in the dark, candle-lit room.

I have read dozens, if not hundreds of Taylor meet and greet stories. I have cried out of love for her and happiness for my friends and sadness that it wasn’t me. I have felt so close to meeting her and insanely disappointed when it didn’t happen. But the feeling I had on October 25? The feeling like my dreams were coming true but that I was also maybe going to pass out? That feeling was worth it. It was worth everything to me. So, here’s my story. It’s been a long time in the making. (I’m leaving out the stuff from before because it was just getting so long, but I got my message on tumblr from TN on Saturday and my call on Sunday. i bought flights Monday and my mom insisted on flying from DC and meeting me there to make sure it was all legit, even though she couldn’t come with).

OKAY SO once we got to the secret spot, I saw people I recognized and made lots of friends waiting (hi everyone!!!) We got checked in, did security all that jazz. We finally got to her house and mingled outside and ate. There were chick-fil-a nuggets (which is so funny because a few months ago I messaged Taylor to come to my Fourth of July party and all I said was “Come to my party. We will have chick fil a nuggets” LOL. on brand) and sushi and the REP cookies and M&Ms. Not a lot of people were eating much but you BET YOUR ASS i was chowing down. 

They let us into the room where we would listen to the album and I got a spot slightly to the left of where Taylor would be sitting. The floor was just covered in blankets and pillows and it looked like a huge slumber party was about to go down. 

Before we knew it, Taylor walked in with Abigail and of course we all lost it. I think you have all seen what they were wearing by now, but god they looked like angels. Taylor looked exactly like I imagined and yet so different too. It is such a strange feeling seeing someone you have always seen in pictures in real life. Someone you see virtually every single day. I teared up because I just was so so excited and felt like it wasn’t real life. 

So obviously y’all know what is next and that is she played us all of reputation. The album blew me away. It’s not like I was surprised, because I knew it would be good, but like it was just SO good?! And so cool to watch Taylor and Abi, Tree, Andrea and Scott singing along and doing these little dances. All of us were just JAMMING on the floor listening along.

I thought it was really incredible how Taylor made eye contact with every single person in that room. Every single one. Multiple times. It didn’t matter where you were sitting. She looked at you and sang to you and smiled so big. I love her. 

It was when we got to Look What You Made Me Do that she decided we could have a little dance party to shake out our legs and take a break. Someone dimmed the lights and since we all knew this song, we were able to just sing (scream?) the lyrics together with our idol dancing along our side, which was a dream. She was towards the middle of the room, so I made my way over there to dance near her. 

Before I knew it, she reached out to grab my hands and looked me dead in the eye. “Is that Kara?” she asked me, trying to get closer to see my face. It was like a million butterflies were released in my stomach at once. I was in shock. I was so happy. But I was speechless. I nodded and we danced to the bridge. It was literally at the “I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams” part, which was my tumblr bio. SO ON BRAND. SO PERFECT.

So we heard the rest of the songs and they continued to blow us away. Before long, we had finished the album. She was so honest with us about each song and I absolutely love her for that. She trusts us so much it is unreal. And y’all are not prepared for how good this album is. i CANNOT WAIT


At first they called a few people by name to go first, but then they let everyone else just go whenever they wanted. A bunch of people seemed to want to wait until the end, but I knew my nerves would only get worse. I watched her meet some people from the corner, which was so incredible. It is honestly almost as exciting as meeting her yourself. You get to watch how she interacts with each person and takes her time. She also looks them dead in the eye and listens so intently. She never rushed anyone. It was beautiful.


“Kara!!! Oh my god I’m so happy you’re here!” she said as she quickly walked toward me with her arms outstretched. I hugged her so tight trying to keep the tears back.

“Thank you SO much for coming!”

“Are you kidding, thank you so much for having me!”

We pulled away from the hug and I was looking right in her eyes, slightly looking up because she’s so tall. She said something along the lines of “I’m so glad we are finally meeting. You’re so lovely!” and I just sort of laughed and said “Oh my god Taylor, my mom isn’t going to believe you said that” (referring to her knowing my name and such).

“But you are Kara! You’re so lovely and sweet. Like you’re amazing, tell her I said that!”


I tried to keep myself together and tell her how much I loved reputation and just said “Taylor, the album is amazing” and she smiled, but she looked a bit distracted as she was looking at me and sort of interrupted and just said “Kara you’re even more beautiful in person. Like you are so naturally beautiful! Like you aren’t even wearing makeup and you’re so pretty?!”

excuse me WHAT. In my head I’m laughing as I know I’m definitely wearing makeup but that a lot of it came off when I cried earlier and that I don’t wear all that much in general but like WHAT I WAS SO SHOOK LIKE SHE CALLED ME BEAUTIFUL ??? THE FUCK 

All that I could muster up was a “Oh my God” and “thank you so much” as I wrapped my arms around her neck again and she pulled me in for a hug (and yes she smells so good like a vanilla goddess).

So after she SHOWERED me with compliments that my poor heart couldn’t handle, I knew I had a few things I could talk about with her. I told her about studying abroad in London last semester and she asked what school. I explained my program through my home university and told her about how I interned in SoHo. I joked because I told her I knew she was there at the same time, supposedly undercover, and said that we probably ran into each other on Oxford Street. She said how amazing it was that I had that opportunity. We talked about other places I traveled and I mentioned going to the Canary Islands for spring break and said “how casual” and she laughed and nodded. I just said how much I loved London and that city life. She said something along the lines of “That is soooo amazing. You’re getting to see the world and have these opportunities! I’m so excited to see all you do, Kara. I’m so proud of you!” she said, giggling.

….this woman….is proud of ME….im proud of YOU you queen WHAT 

I think I said “thank you so much for saying that” and hugged her again. I needed a second to think of the next thing to talk about so I asked her if we could take our picture. She said of course and pointed to the mantle behind us that had Grammys and Moonmen and a bunch of her awards on it. “Do we want to hold a Grammy or something?”, but I hesitated and said “well..” and she asked “or did you have a pose in mind?” and I just said “Can we just act we’re best friends having the night of our lives because that’s basically how I feel right now” and she smiled and said “of course!”

So we turned towards the camera, which was probably the only time I looked away from her during our entire time together, and we hugged super tight and I smiled bigger than I probably ever have before. I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE IT BUT IM NERVOUS 

She turned back to me and I still had a few more things to say and ask. Something I thought about during the session was just a silly question for her. “So I’m in college and like I just need to know what’s your favorite drinking game?” and she laughs and says “Oh God, my favorite drinking game?!” as she turned away to think about it. “Well I will play any of them and I love playing them…and I sorta think that’s the problem…” and she smirked at me. I NEED TO GET DRUNK WITH TAYLOR SWIFT ONE DAY OKAY LIKE WHAT 

I was feeling like my time was running out so I hugged her again and she said “It’s so cool meeting you. Like I sort of feel like I’m just your older sister…just like stalking you on the internet” and my jaw kind of dropped. “I love seeing your life online and I’m sure we will talk there!” and I just said “That means so much to me. Thank you so so much” and we hugged again.

“I’ll see you on tour and of course online,” I said. She smiled and said goodbye and that it was nice to meet me. I turned to leave and looked behind my shoulder and just said, “love you!”

It was the most surreal experience ever. I think i blacked out like i can barely remember it anymore, but wow it was so amazing and the fact that she KNEW ME AND RECOGNIZED ME made it even more incredible ? i never expected that in a hundred million years. 


From the bottom of my heart, thank you Taylor and thank you Taylor Nation. I didn’t think things like this could just happen to people like me ? I’ve never felt that special or deserving of things like this, but you’ve proved that we all deserve this opportunity. I love you so so SO much. I’m still not sure how it happened, but oh my god am I glad it did. I will never forget this as long as I live. 

See you on tour and online, big sister. 

Heartbroken and Alone(Whipped Series)

I figured it’s time to put a stop to title-ing any follow up as “Whipped” anything since y’know, Harry can no longer express how seriously whipped he’s been.

So I’ll start by apologizing for not title-ing this Whipped Ex PT7.

Anyway, I want to take the the time to thank every single one of my lovely readers for being so patient and not killing me over the lack of updates!/.^


“‘Ave ye’ heard, love? Julia’s pregnant. 'Aving another little one.” Harry breaks the comfortable silence, a grin wide on his face as he averts his attention away from his phone screen and to his girlfriend who’d settled herself in between his legs and on top of his body. 

“Is she?” Y/N’s eyes widen in excitement, brows arching as she turns her head to lay her chin on her folded hands that rest atop Harry’s chest. 

“They 'aven’t publicly announced yet. But yeah, baby number three s'on its way.”

“Hmm,” she hums in thought, pressing her ear to his chest, the steady thumping of his heart sending her into a sudden comfort, “what do you reckon we should gift them?" 

Harry’s brows furrow, tongue poking out in thought as his fingers lightly begin to trail her spine from the arch of her back, up to between her shoulder blades and back down. 

He’s looking at the top of her head absentmindedly, noticing the way her body seems to raise and fall at the rhythm of his breathing. 

"Wha’ about a crib?” He questions, halting his movements on her back and bringing his phone back up to eye level, fingers working to search up cribs on Google.

He’s scrolling through endless pictures. Wood brown cribs, white cribs, grey cribs, cribs with slats, some without. All pretty, some not traditional and with drawers worked into them. And he must admit, looking through beds for little teeny-weeny babies gets his heart all fuzzy and warm.

“What’re you smiling at?”

Y/N’s moved her hands to lie under and wrap over his shoulders, gazing at him curiously, a finger lifting to poke at his dimple.

Harry hums at the feeling, but says nothing, just takes a quick glance to meet her eyes, his nose scrunching cutely at her. 

“Not gonna tell me?” She whispers, chin now poking into the top of his chest. 

Her mouth moves to press a gentle kiss to his chin before pulling back slightly. And when Harry doesn’t respond at all, she kisses just under his chin, nibbling at the stubble he’s been growing for a few weeks. Though it prickles her lips, she stretches her neck further to press more kisses every time Harry tilts his head back to avoid her pecks.

“Not gonna stop till you tell me!” He’s wiggling under her, head tilting to the opposite side every time she tries to kiss him, until she’s poking her tongue out against his chin.

“Did ye’ jus’ lick me?” Harry looks at her accusingly, and his laugh rumbles against her chest as he brings his hand up to wipe at the slightly damp spot. 

The sight of his Y/N trying to hold back a laugh has him narrowing his eyes at her before his own tongue is licking her forehead.

Y/N giggles at that, flattening her palm on his forehead and moving it upwards to push his hair back.

“What’s got you smiling like a dolt, H?" 

Harry clicks his phone off then, looking down at her intently, hands locking over her lower back and sock clad feet rubbing against her own bare feet.

"M'just 'appy tha’ you’re 'ere.”

Harry’s always been quite sappy, but if she’s being honest, this sort of catches her off guard, doesn’t really know what’s got him saying that.

“I’ve always been here silly.” She chimes, 'booping’ his nose with her index finger.

Harry spreads his hands over her back, rubbing up and down once and then bringing his right to wrap around the back of her neck. He presses into it to bring her face closer so he can kiss her forehead.

He exhales audibly, the hand that was on her neck now working to push her hair back with the back side of his fingers, tips brushing her shoulder.

“But m'appy to have ye’ like this, pet. To m'self,” he whispers, “all t'myself.”

Y/N’s sure she’s never felt this happy before. And she really doesn’t know what to say to that, doesn’t think there are words that’ll express just how happy she is to be here with him. So she smiles warmly at him when he starts to hum to the tune of “Songbird,” and watches his hooded eyes close completely, a smile creeping onto his lips as he runs his hand down her back and rests it on the curve of her bum, thumb slipping under the hem of her shirt and rubbing circles on the hot skin. 

“Harry?” He thinks he wouldn’t have caught if it weren’t for the fact she’s so close to him.

Harry can hear reluctance laced in that simple word, and when he opens his eyes, he’s met with a timid look, a look that tells him her mind might be tittering on whether she should continue or not.

He smiles reassuringly before whispering, “Yes, love?”

“You love me, right?" 

Harry cracks a smile, appalled she would even have to ask at this point. 

"G'na love ye’ til I die,” his words get muffled into her hair, “m'gonna be good t'ye and m'gonna love ye’. Never g'na do anything to jeopardise that, pet. Promise." 

It was a promise she didn’t know she’d needed. A promise Harry thought was implied in their relationship, something he didn’t know he had to audibly say. But it seems to put her at ease by the way she relaxes further onto his body, an ear pressed to the right of his chest.

They continue to indulge in each other’s company, nothing but light huffs falling into the silent air. 

"Loved ye’ for a long while now,” he admits, though he’s sure he’s said it before, “not g'na stop.”

He feels the curve of a smile on his skin as she reaches up to take his cross necklace between her fingers, moving it in a way that it slides on the chain.



Y/N doesn’t remember how long she’s been stood still, with the moon and the stars shining through her kitchen windows like spotlights. But it feels like forever. It’s felt like forever since the breakup. Days seem to drag longer, nights feel shorter than usual, and she can’t recall the last time she’s had a nice long sleep. 

If any of her friends were to ask - which they have - she’s been doing rather well. Doesn’t deny that it didn’t falter her any, but she’s aware time will heal her wounds. She’ll spit lies about how she’s been preoccupied with work enough that her mind’s able to function normally. 

But in a quick reality check - which she can thank her wandering mind for - she’ll remind herself of Harry’s betrayal. 

That’s how she seems to have ended up sobbing in her kitchen. 

She had let herself enjoy her own company - maybe a little too much. She’d prepared a bubble bath when she’d gotten home, but was quickly reminded that Harry had gifted her the luscious bombs when she walked back into the bathroom and caught a whiff of the lavender scent. Without further knowledge to the inviting bubbly water, she’d retracted from the room and shut the door all too hastily, leaving the bubbles to deflate until the water was nothing but a soapy lilac coloured puddle of memories. 

She was beginning to get better at blocking out any thoughts of him - or so she’d tried to convince herself. Plenty times she’d caught herself turning off her telly because 'shit. Dunkirk promo’s started' and she knew there was a chance she’d catch a glimpse of him even if she was clicking through channels. And no matter how quick she’d be to click it off, it would surely send her into a haze she’d much rather avoid. 

But tonight. After a month of working on picking herself up, it all caught up with her.

She was stumped after having walked down the empty hallway to her sitting area, enough that she didn’t think twice when her eyes caught sight of the bottle of wine she’d long forgotten two nights ago. She gripped the neck of it maybe a little too harshly, completely throwing the idea of pouring it into a glass out the window and wrapping her lips around the opening. Tilting her head back, she’d taken a long swig, brows furrowed and eyes screwing shut in hopes of silencing her mind and any thoughts of Harry. 

She’d wiped her lips with the back of her hand after they’d detached from the bottle and slumped down on the sofa. 

Slowly - through every chug and every gulp - she’d begun to get light headed, sight becoming blurry and body growing tired.

She’d reached for the control and turned on the telly absentmindedly, barely paying any attention to the program displayed across the screen. 

But she never realised at what point the interview began. And frankly couldn’t comprehend why it had taken her so long to turn it off after the imagine of him processed through her mind. 

It sobered her up some, enough to bring her to her current spot at the kitchen window. Tears free falling down her cheeks and eyes stinging from not having bothered in taking off her make up. She made no effort in silencing her sobs. This is her home after all. A place she can be vulnerable, even if it’s only to herself. 

She lets the recent image of Harry imprint into her brain, unable to deny that although the sight of him made her heart literally hurt, it also made it melt. It’s as if she was conditioned to feel nothing but happy when she saw him or heard his voice or even caught the mention of his name.

It’s not until her ringtone for Gemma sounds that she snaps her head in the direction of the sitting area. Walking over to her purse but not necessarily tripping over herself to answer the call. 

She inhales deeply before pressing the green button and lifting the phone up to her ear, wet cheeks causing the phone to slide down slightly only for her to readjust after wiping at the damp skin.

She lets out cough, hoping to steady her voice so that it’ll sound more as if she’d been asleep rather than crying. 

"Hey, Gem.” Complete fail.

“Y/N! Love,” and it’s as if she was actually surprised she’d picked up, “haven’t talked to you in a while. How’ve you been?”

Y/N’s been close to Gemma the second Harry had brought her over to their childhood home for a birthday party. She’d found herself confiding in her like you would a best friend. Harry had often been at the center of their conversations, and it was actually Gemma who’d at one point called it that her baby brother would end up with Y/N. 

So Y/N thinks she understands why Gemma would be surprised she’d answer her call. One would think she would have ignored it like she’s been ignoring Harry’s. 

But all in all, Gemma’s not the person Y/N would’ve gone to crying over Harry. Not her, not Niall, not Grimmy. And as sad as it is to admit, having made friends with Harry’s circle of friends led up to be heartbreaking. It was a given fact she wasn’t going to reach out to any of them after what happened. She wasn’t going to be the person that would strain those friendships, wouldn’t take any pity from them. And in all honesty, wasn’t going to make Harry look bad in their eyes, no matter how much he deserved it. 

“I’ve been better,” she admits, voice low and timid. 

After that, Gemma tries her best to comfort her. She tells Y/N her how she wishes she had given her a call after it all happened. Tells her over and over again how it didn’t matter that Harry was her brother, he’d been a proper dick and she would have smacked some sense into him if she’d known. All in all, she just couldn’t believe Harry had cheated. 

She also talks about how miserable Harry’s been, moping about their mum’s, spending more time inside than she’s ever seen him do. She tells Y/N how it breaks her heart to hear her baby brother silently crying on the sofa at night when he thinks everybody’s gone to sleep. And Y/N notices how not once Gemma mentions that Y/N should forgive him, only wishes she gets better and assures her that anything she needs, all she has to do is call.

When the call ends, Y/N tries so hard to hold back the fresh tears rimming her eyes. 

She couldn’t bring herself to think of Harry being miserable. Of a broken Harry sulking over the mess he’d made. 

Many times she’d been there to ease his mind and worries, to calm his sobs and lull him back into her Harry. A kind Harry that saw the world for more than what it was. 

But now, she’s suffering. And he’s suffering. 

She fiddles with the phone in her hands, a picture of Harry towards the upper left corner of the screen, his contact number screaming out at her. 

Her thumb lingers over the digits, mind saying no, but heart contradicting it. 

What would she even say to break the ice? Maybe she could start by congratulating him on the film? But then what? The second that phone rings, there’s no going back.

And she knows she can’t speak to him, not when she’s this vulnerable, not when the sound of his voice might just have her braking down in tears for the third time today.

Maybe she shouldn’t. Not after it all. She doesn’t want to be that person. The one that so easily forgives the people who’ve wronged them. But haven’t they both had enough? Haven’t they suffered more than needed? More than they should have? 

But a simple congrats doesn’t mean anything more than congrats. She’s not taking him back for Christ sake. She’s overthinking it, but she just wants to tell him she’s proud. 

Her thumbs swipe over the keyboard swiftly. 

“Congratulations on the movie, Harry. Hope you’re doing well." 


City lights.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: All these years together, and you had to fall in love before he goes.

Warnings: Angst

Words: 5022

A/N: Real life is taking away the best of me. So I needed to write, even though my brain doesn’t let me. Have fun with this little story. I also recommend you guys to listen to this before or while reading it for a major effect.

A special thanks to Jade (@brighterlights ) for being my beta reader, who has spent a valuable amount of time helping me with my grammar mistakes and poor phrasing. Thank you so much for being this awesome and kind, I appreciate you tons.♥ 

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It was one of those unusual nights where cold beers end up losing their freshness after being left on the coffee table for way too long. Those nights that remain unnoticed on the electricity bill at the end of the month. Those nights when the alarm sounds, you’re already awake. Yes, they were exceptional nights. But so typical when he was involved in them.

His presence in your life was sporadic, but his memory was splattered all around you. You had pictures, stolen hoodies, his old dog tags, and diaries saved in a tiny box hidden under your bed. He even said once that your place was the best for him to hide his heart because nobody would search for it outside the battlefield.

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In Time: Dean x Reader Soulmate AU

In Time: Dean x Reader Soulmate AU
Rating: T
Warnings: Talk of Suicide. 
Word Count: 1640

AN:  So I had this rolling around in my head when I was looking soulmate AU prompts.  I hope you like it.  If you would please leave feedback, I would greatly appreciate it!   For @imgoldielikehawn, cause she’s awesome and so supportive!  Thanks girl!  Let me know if you want to be tagged! Also thank you so much for 400 hundred followers! Ekkkkk. I’m so excited.

“No matter where I went, I always knew my way back to you. You are my compass star.” - Diana Peterfreund

“Ahh. Come on Mom!  It’s obvious that they aren’t real feds!”  You cried as you looked down on your mom and two strange men.  One was a tall brunette and the other was a dirty blonde with a cock in his walk.  It made you question your mother’s sanity as she sat clutching as kleenex to her nose.  She was talking to them about the night that you had passed away six months ago.  

For the first few months of your limbo, you had been in complete shock.  You had died young.  You had just celebrated your twenty-fifth birthday a few weeks before your death. The police had told your mother that you had shot yourself, but she never believed them.  You also didn’t think that it had sounded right.  Why would you have done something like that?  You had always been happy.  Your life was simple and happy.

You pressed your lips together as you listened more intently to the conversation from your perch on top of the stair well.  Your mother handed the dirty blonde man a picture as she spoke about told them more about you.

“She was happy.  Always happy.  She had dreams.  She wanted to be an author…  She wanted to get married and have a family…” She said before stopping in the middle of her thoughts.

You swallowed back tears as she started to cry softly.  Lifting  yourself up from the top of the stairs, you patted your way to stand behind her.  Reaching out, you desperately tried to touch her shoulder.  Your hand passed right through her and you frowned.   You just wanted her to be happy.  

“Come on mom.  Please don’t cry….”  You muttered as you allowed your hand to hover over her head.  “I’m okay.  I promise.”  

Though that promised was most likely empty.  The only thing you could think to call yourself was stuck.  Stuck in a world were you no longer belonged.  The sudden movement from across the table caught your eye.  The man your mother had given the picture to was swatting his partner in the arm.  He was also looking straight at you.  Turning to look over your shoulder, you found nothing but the empty kitchen. You turned back slowly towards him.  That’s when he locked eyes with you, and you flinched backwards when he did.  

He could see you?

You watched as his partner finally looked up.  He looked right passed you and into the adjoining room.  You blinked rapidly as the blonde man jabbed his finger in your direction.  The brunette gave him a bewildered look and turned his attention back to your mother.  

“We really are sorry for your loss ma’ma.  She was a beautiful young lady.”  The brunette said as he reached out and patted your mother’s hand.  You smiled at the exchanged and couldn’t help but feel he was a nice guy.  The blonde man still hadn’t stopped looking at you.  You turned your attention to him and wondered why he could see you.  No one else seemed to have the ability.  You motioned for him to meet you upstairs.  You wanted to talk to him.   

He looked confused for a second, but caught on when you mouthed ‘upstairs’.  You then turned and bounded up to your old room.

“Ma’am, would it be alright if I checked out her bedroom?  That is where you found her correct?”  He asked your mother gently.  Your mother’s eyes rose to his and she nodded.

“Yes, of course Agent Brooks.  It’s the third door on the left upstairs.”  She sniffed in response.  

“Thank you ma’am.”  He answered as he left the room.    


You sat on your childhood bed and nervously chewed on your lip.  You had been visiting the weekend that your mother had found you.  A bullet in your skull and an empty world for her.  You had been standing in the room watching in panicked horror as she clutched your lifelessness.  You had wonder why there had been no bright light or even hellfire.  Instead, you had been left in a cold emptiness.  As the time had passed, you had become used to not feeling.  As before, in life, you had been full of spirit and dreams.  The manuscript for your first novel had been purchased. You had a little apartment in the city and a lot of great friends.  

Your death didn’t make since, but this man might be a glimmer of hope.  There was a knock at the door and you couldn’t help but feel it was a little silly.  You were a ghost not a teenaged girl.

“Come in?” You said as a question.  A bit of biting sarcasm in your tone.  You watched as the door opened and the blonde man entered.  Your eyes widen at the sudden realization of just how good looking he was. You subconsciously ran your fingers through your hair and almost laughed at yourself when you realized what you were doing.

“Y/N?”  He asked when he stood in front of you.  You noticed he was squinting in the darkness of the room.  You nodded before pointing to the desk lamp beside him.

“Sorry.  I can’t seem to touch solid objects.” You offered as an explanation for the darkness.  The man nodded as he reached over and clicked on the light.   You swallowed when a strange pooling feeling in your stomach fluttered through you when you meet his eyes.  You watched as something flickered through him as well.  You took in a deep breath before asking him the question that was burning in the back of your mind.

“Why can you see me?  No else seems to be able to…”  You asked as you pressed your lips together.   The man looked you for a moment before answering.

“To be honest, I am not sure.  Most ghosts I come across are trying to kill someone… Not trying to get them into their bedrooms for a private chat. “  He said with a cocky chuckle.   You squinted at him in confusion.  Was he flirting with you?  

“Are you flirting with a dead girl?” You asked with a cocked eyebrow.  He gave you a look of ‘I guess so’ and a shrug of his shoulders.  This certainly wasn’t the stranger notion about is love life.   Little did you know- he was currently fighting with a much bigger demon.  One that wanted to make him a part of her.

You made a face at him before shaking your head.  This guy was definitely not FBI.

“Who are you?  Cause you’re not an FBI agent.”  You questioned as you smoothed your hair down.  A nervous habit that you had since childhood.   He smiled at your sharp observation.

“Name’s Dean Winchester.  I’m a hunter…”

“Like for big game?”  You ask with a slight laugh.  Dean extended you a look and you gave him a squinty smile back.  “Sorry… Go ahead.”

“Not that kind of a hunter.  I hunt things like well… you…” .

You glowered at him for a moment- you weren’t anything that needed to be hunted.  

You heard him clear his throat as his eyes glanced around from his own awkwardness.

“That didn’t come out right.  What I meant to say is that I hunt supernatural things: werewolves, ghosts, demons, vampires…  All the crap in the movies including some stuff that I wouldn’t want your pretty face to have to believe.”   He said with a undertone of somberness.

You flinched a bit when he called you pretty, but didn’t press it.  What would it do anyway?  You were dead.  Yet, you still didn’t know why he was here…  Unless this was about you, but you had never tried to hurt anyone.

“Are you guys here to like hunt me?  Or something?…”  You asked with confusion in your tone.  

Dean stared at you for a long while.  He had never expected to find you here.  At least not like this.  Most ghosts that had unfinished business turned into revengeful spirits.   There was a lightness about you that made his heart squeeze in his chest. He didn’t understand the feeling, but looking at you like this was making the thought of your death devastatingly personal.

“No, sweetheart.  We are here to figure out what really happen to you.”  He said in a low rumbly voice.   Your eyes widen as you looked straight into his.

“I didn’t kill myself.”  You said with more confidence than you thought you could muster.  Your memories of that time came in waves, but you couldn’t remember anything about what had lead up to that moment.  Nothing added up.

Your eyes were suddenly brought to the door when the brown haired man appeared there.  You watched as he gave Dean an odd look when he spoke to you.

“I know.  There have been a string of cases that similar to your death.  Happy people suddenly….”  He started to say, but stopped in the middle of his statement when the brown haired man interrupted him.

“Dean, who are you talking to?”  

You watched in amusement as Dean jumped before turning around to glared at the other man.

“Don’t do that, Sam!”  He barked.   You giggled lightly when the man he called Sam chuckled.  Dean turned to look at you with a frown.  “And what’s so  funny?”

You shook your head innocently  and covered your giggle.  Sam by this time was staring at his brother like he belonged in an insane asylum.  He could only conclude that his brother had been spending too many late nights researching the darkness or he had finally gone off his rocker.  He walked over and clamped his hand down on his brother’s shoulder.

“Dude.  No one is there.  You really need to get more sleep.”  Sam stated with a worried expression.  Dean’s eyebrows furrowed together and he shot you a look.  Was he seeing things?  Dean frowned deeply at this thought, but shook his head.  There was something more than a few sleepless nights going on here.  He knew that it was you that he was seeing, but the question was…  Why only him?

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fireworks and fury | shawn mendes



I’d highly recommend that you read freshman year: “poems i would write you” and sophomore year: “dancing in a snow globe” before you dig into this, or you’ll be hella lost.

word count: 13,654 (am i sorry about this? not really. i made cuts, i swear!)

author’s note: happy birthday, shawn. my present to the fandom is this steaming pot of angst. this takes place during junior year, but it starts second semester, so there’s been an entire year between where the sophomore year installment left off and now. yikes. this is also decidedly less college-y than the past two, but i think that’s alright. title from “dents” by the acorn. enjoy xo

Your name: submit What is this?


Uh, hey, Y/N. It’s Shawn.”

That was as far as you had gotten before pausing the voicemail.

You had received it a week ago during your first class of the semester, and had almost dropped your phone when you saw his contact name. Dana had noticed your weird behavior and inquired about it, but you shrugged off her concern. You weren’t sure why you lied to her at the time, but something about getting a message from him seemed secret, scandalous. It was better to keep it to yourself.

You had forced yourself to open it later that night, alone in your room. You heard that first few seconds - “Uh, hey, Y/N. It’s Shawn.” - and then a sound like he was adjusting the phone, but you pushed the home button so fast after that you didn’t hear any more. It was too much, you decided, and far too soon. You couldn’t bring yourself to listen to it again, and so it remained in your messages, like a secret weight on your shoulders.

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Jughead x Reader

Summary: It’s a give and take world. You and Jughead are going to have to make some deals to get to know one another.

Word Count: 1666

Warnings: N/A

A/N: I felt the need to write about that serpent jacket. I couldn’t resist.

originally posted by dailycwriverdale

Your back was starting to ache from this angle and you couldn’t tell if your butt hurt or it was just numb. You’d been sitting in this tree sketching a robin’s nest for the past hour. You were severely regretting not taking a picture to sketch from. It was too late now. You were already up here.

You tapped the pencil against your lips. You looked back at the nest and decided you saw its likeness. In one motion, you lost your pencil and your balance stupidly trying to catch it. You watched it tumble through the air and hit an unexpected target. The pencil bounced off his hair and into the grass.

He bent down to examine what had just cause him a minor pain. You held back a laugh at his confusion, but instead focused on his jacket. South Side Serpents. How curious? You were going to let him wonder about where the pencil had come from, but you couldn’t resist a jest.

“So, were they fresh out of T Bird jackets at the Halloween shop?”

Jughead smirked as he came back up. He twiddled the pencil between his fingers and looked for his assailant.

“Ha ha. You’re hilarious.” His eyes moved around.

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