boy with some bread

Fic Updates Week Ending 2/11/17

Good Morning Lovely Everlarkers!  Hope this week finds you all well and reveling in some Everlark Love this Valentines Day.  Can we all say a big thank you to the lovely ladies running the @loveinpanem blog?  Because…well, they’re just amazing!  Go check them out!  

In other news, the blog is getting a new look!  Caryn aka @papofglencoe has been busy behind the scenes tweaking and tabbing away.  I have absolutely no words for how much I love her and that Caryn Flair!  I hope you’ll reach out with a little love for her today too.

Let’s get down to business and check out this weeks updates now, shall we?

Where We Can Be Safe  Chapters 4-6  by @geekymoviemom

Everything But Money  Chapter 6  by @mtk4fun

Sirens Call  Chapter 12 by ThornFromARose

Dr. Hot Buns, M.D.  Chapter 2  by @littleevilisa (from last week)

Reverse  Chapter 5  by @herainab

The Firebird  Chapter 24 (last chapter) by @thegirlfromoverthepond

Capitol Life  Chapter 5  by @javistg

Quicksilver  Chapter 4  by @finnicko-loves-anniec

Behind Blue Eyes  Chapter 15  by @maxwellandlovelace

No Baggage  Chapter 2  by @lvfics  - still can’t get the tag to work

Out of Bounds  Chapter 14  by lizzyvb

Fated to Love  Final Chapter  by @jlalafics

Epiphany  Chapter 16 by @sfcbruce

Star Crossed Lovers  Chapter 15  by CPfanfic

There are Still Much Worse Games to Play  Chapter 68  by panskiss123

Wanted  Chapter 2 by @peetaspikelets

As always, just reach out to us if anything has been overlooked, we’ll be sure to get it reblogged and added next week.

That’s it my darlings!  I hope each and everyone of you has an amazing week and that we all find something to make our heart smile this Valentines Day.  In the meantime, how about some grimy dirt-covered Peeta to get the ole’ heart pumping, huh?  Thought so…

Happy Peeta Sunday!  Still the best damn day of the week!

Love ya!  Mean it!

Your Everlarkficupdate Team

You know this pic is totally when Peeta told Katniss that he didn’t care if she “saw him” and she stomped away all embarrassed and shit!

The Only Marks You Need.

could you do a Peter Pan one where Felix gets mad at [yn] and slaps her bruising her cheek and Peter finds out and fluffy smut after? thanks xoxo

Requested by

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TRIGGER WARNING: The following imagine will contain physical abuse/ assault.

WARNING: The following imagine will contain minor graphic sexual material. 

[yn] = your name

It was supposed to be full on smut, but I’m not completely comfortable writing smut yet… Sorry, I know everyone wants it, I want it too! But I’m not there yet. :)

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I wiped the tear that slide down my face as I stood over the steaming pot. I flinched when I touched my cheek. It hurt and it felt like it wouldn’t stop hurting for a while. “[yn]!” Felix’s voice shouted as I chopped up some carrots. I turned around to look at Felix. “What is it?” I asked confused, his face was red and his nostrils were flared. “One of the lost boys said they saw you take some bread.” he sneered as he stepped closer and I scrunched my face. “I took bread for-” I started but was cut short by the slap of Felix’s hand. The impact made me stumble and I was too in shock to say or do anything. Felix grabbed my shoulders and got in my face. “If I hear you're taking any more food, it’ll be more than a slap” he hissed and pushed me to the ground. 

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anonymous asked:

Could you please write one where Race takes care of the reader (a girlsie) when she gets sick while selling? I'm having a really bad day and I think it might help me feel better, I really love your blog :)

i’ve received a lot of requests for Race, and that makes me so gosh darn pleased, you guys. the next one i’ll have up will be a crutchie one, so be on the lookout. hope i could make your day a little better.—Nails

Nearly half your papers gone… Seemed like as good a time as any to break for lunch, you figured. Hopefully, you’d run into some of the boys, and they’d split the cost of some bread with you, like always. Today seemed to drag on and on, more so than other days. Your head felt full, and your ears muffled. There had been a cold going around among the boys… You pushed the possibility of that out of your mind and kept walking.

“Hey, there, lady!” Finch called. He was waiting outside glittering cafe with Albert. You couldn’t help but grin slightly at the goofy duo. Albert waved, a smile on his cheeks, and some dirt on his nose. “Took you long enough, you’re usu'ly the first one ‘ere.” Finch said. The pair of them embraced you.

You shrugged. “Tired, I think.” Your head immediately snapped away from them, feeling almost sick from how quickly you turned. The rabble coming from down the street was rabble that only could’ve belonged to two New Yorkers. Romeo and Race. Practically brothers, they were. Always pushing and daring each other, but wholly protective, especially Racetrack over Romeo. The shorter boy on Race’s back as they ran up.

Romeo clambered off of Race, and grinned. “Hello girls. And (Name).” He said. Albert firmly smacked him across the back of the head, firmly letting him know how stupid he was. There were very few things you loved more than watching the boys interact freely like this. It was a refreshing sight. You let out a couple of hard coughs, before Race walked over to you.

“Hey you,” the blonde boy started. Race placed an arm around your shoulder lazily. The two of you were… It was uncertain what you were. Always playing cat and mouse, it seemed. It was assumed by the others that the two of you were a couple, but there had been no formal agreement about anything between you. There was just Race and (Name). And that felt like what you two needed. Soft kisses on the cheek, fingers intertwined, shared cigarettes, support. “You sellin’ okay? New spot and all…” He asked.

You shook the bag of papers at your side and coughed again. “Near half.” You rasped. Race gave you a slight look, almost checking on you, and pulled his hat off. You cleared your throat and looked up at him slowly, afraid of making yourself dizzy again. “Your hair’s a rat’s nest, Race.” You reached a hand up to comb it back with your fingers, but he softly swatted your hand back, laughing.

Race turned back to the group of hooligans. “Alright, boys let’s get somethin’ ta eat.” He jeered. The lot of you poured through the doors, disrupting the quiet of the building, like every afternoon. After looking through the loaves of bread, you all agreed on one soft white bread. “Finch, check my math. Five cents a piece?” Race said, checking the price of the loaf.

“Five cents a piece.” The boy confirmed. All of the newsies reached for their pockets, pulling out pennies, Romeo got lucky and had a nickel. He always ended up with nickels. You stifled another cough into your elbow, and swiped at your nose with your sleeve. It wasn’t exactly your sleeve, it was Crutchie. He’d given you this shirt. You shoved your hand into your pocket and felt around for coins.

Race looked over at you. His eyes were flooded with concern. “Hey, no,” Race said softly. “I’ve got it.” You immediately opened your mouth to protest, with your newly gravely throat.

“No, ya don’t g-got it. I’m payin’.” You insisted. Race had already handed over the money for both of you before you could even finish. “Tony Higgins, I cannot believe you.” You crossed your arms over your chest at the boy. He just rolled his eyes at you. Romeo muttered a comment about you being dramatic. He was one to talk. After paying, you all stepped back on the the patio and sat down on the floor.

Albert placed his legs on top of yours and started to tear the bread apart and pass it around the group. Race pulled a couple of cigarettes out of his pocket, and offered one to you. Sadly, you declined with a cough and a shake of your head, and wiped some sweat off your face. “Alright, (Name), are you feeling okay?” He asked.

“Race, I—” a wheeze betrayed.

His face was laced with the highest of worry. “Come on, let’s get you back…” Race started.

“I gotta sell!”

Race grabbed you by the arm and pulled you up gently. “I’ll see you guys later. (Name) ain’t feeling so well, I’m gonna watch her.” You had no say now. Race walked you back to the lodging house, being almost too careful with you. The love in his eyes was ever present. “How do you feel?”

“Fine, Race.”

“That’s a lie. You was coughin’ and wheezin’. Let’s get you inside.”

He helped you into a bunk, and pulled some of your layers of clothing off. “You’re burning up, beautiful.” Race mumbled. “I’m gonna go getcha some water and a rag, alright?”

“Alright, try not to worry too much while you’re gone.” You whispered. He would worry, though. He was almost as big of a worrier as Davey. His brow would knit in on itself, and he would start to chew his lip. That was the look you saw every time you got soaked, busted, or sick. Worried Race, lead to angry Race and from there, it was a downward spiral. He reappeared with everything he’d mentioned. The tall boy dipped the cloth strip in the cool bowl and pressed it to your cheek. “I can do that, y-you goon.”

Race sigh. “Can’t I help you out this once? Show you that I actually give a shit?” He mumbled. “Because I do. And you scare the hell outta me sometimes, you know that?”

“It’s just a cold.”

Race shrugged, hands never leaving your face, which his was getting closer and closer to. “It’s better practice for next time. Just… Just let me try to be a good boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend…?”

“If you’re good with that, I mean—”

“Yes.”

Pastel Blue - Taeyong x Reader - Superpower [Reader] Royals!AU

Pastel Blue ; Taeyong - Red & Grey ; Johnny

Dedicated to and requested by: the one and only amazing babe @taeyongbelviso ; have the happiest 18th birthday, darling! i love you so much <3

Word Count: 2329

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of death and emotional parental abuse, Poverty

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Superpowers, Royals!AU


Your parents were afraid for the kingdom’s future.

When you had been born, you had brought joy to everyone, and they all couldn’t wait until you grew up.

You were going to be the best heir to the throne; everybody knew that your mother, the Queen, could no longer bear any children, leaving you to be the only one left to rule the lands when the time was to come.

Then came your ninth birthday. 

You had been out with your parents in the royal carriage, passing through the villages before the dawn of winter in an attempt to give the people hope to get through the harsh conditions that always seemed to accompany that bitter season.

During the past few years, the snow and ice that had appeared around the kingdom had begun to thicken and fall in a much more steady and alarming manner, worrying everybody as to whether the weak and poor could survive the cold, much less keep their offspring safe and well-fed.

It was at Christmas Eve, right after your tour around the villages had ended, that you had discovered what you really were.

You were always locked inside the palace, the King and Queen afraid for your health during such times because they could not risk the future of their rule to a sickly child.

In fear of having you hurt or influenced by those who lived outside the castle, your parents had the guards keep you under constant surveillance, watching your every move and preventing you from leaving.

They brought you tutors to help you master the refinery of manners and the finest arts that all Royals had to possess knowledge of, and by the time you were nine, you spoke like a forty year old in a child’s body.

You had been isolated, with no friends your age, or any at all, for that matter. Your tutors were changed periodically so they could remain strict with you and not form any bonds or attachments. Your guards were changed up every fortnight to make sure they did not grow a soft spot for you.

And the King and Queen?

They saw you during the Holidays, such as the very Christmas Eve that ruined your life when you were nine.

There were other people whom you were not familiar with at that gathering, and your father had been discussing agricultural expansions with a man when you had decided to eaves drop on their conversation, your ears perking up at the topic at hand.

“My Liege,” said the man hesitantly, “you cannot expect all those farmers to simply leave their women and children and work all of harvesting season of the next year; they cannot do it.”

“And why is it that you think so?” your father had replied, clearly irritated at the lack of festivity in the conversing man’s voice.

“Their spirits would not let them get through the times unattended to by their families, it is just impossible, my King!”

You did not quite understand the man’s concern, but you did not like your father’s feeling of unsettlement.

Your father’s frown grew more defined, and your skin itched at those man’s words, making you speak up before you could think properly and stop yourself.

“Excuse me, sir, but I am fairly sure that these men are supposed to be well-informed that the efforts they invest in such tedious farming techniques are what keeps their families alive and well throughout such a season as this, do you not agree?”

The whole room had stopped their chatter to look at you indignantly, your mother scoffing and your father turning his head away from you in disgust at your childish behavior.

As though you were not an actual child.

“I will not be belittled by a child, regardless of your status,” fumed the man, attempting to maintain his composure in front of the audience gathered in the ballroom.

You were going to speak up and hastily apologize for your actions when your father spoke.

“Go back to your room. We will not be celebrating any festivities together for another year. I duly hope you learn your lesson.”

You felt betrayed. 

How could he, your own father who only saw you almost three times a year, be so cruel when all you wanted to do was defend him?

So you lost your temper and let out a scream of frustration.

And the entire room turned into ice, furniture and drinks and all.

Silence. 

Shocked silence that seemed to last an eternity and a second too long before somebody broke it.

“Freak!” shouted the woman seated closest to the Queen, and everybody was at their feet almost instantly, some of them slipping on the icy floor.

“Y/N, what have you done?” cried your mother, a look colder than the floor masking her face.

“I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean to-!”

But you were cut off.

“Guards, this child will not leave their quarters or meet with anybody who has not been assigned directly by myself until I declare otherwise.”

The King. 

His glare sent you a clear message, his expression stoic and ashen hard.

“You have shamed us all.”

You spent the next two years loathing your parents, screaming and stopping whenever it sent shrilly notes that bounced off the walls and rebounded with ice.

Your tutors stopped coming, and you were bombarded by one hundred books that you had to read by the end of each year.

You didn’t want to touch them for the first year, but you soon grew bored and realized you were not getting anywhere as long as your father lived to dictate your fate.

The guards were not allowed to converse with you, so you began talking to yourself in order to maintain proper communication skills, and you could hear them whispering amongst themselves when they thought you were sleeping or dozed off, speaking of the heir to the throne that had lost their bearings and threatened the future.

Word had not gotten out amongst the villagers - the King had made sure that the situation was contained.

He and the Queen searched endlessly for a doctor. A magician. A witch. 

Anybody.

Anybody who could fix the you who was never broken.

Your interest in books took a slight twist when you happened across a romance novel when you were older, a little past seventeen now.

You had always avoided the genre, the flashbacks of your parents giving you anything but the love and support you’d always yearned for. But this one book seemed to steal your attention, and you sat down to read.

A few hours later and the book was already over, angering you and making you run around the library, looking for more as you talked yourself down about missing out on such a wonderful story all these years.

For the following few months, you had engrossed yourself in the romance, reading every book on it that you could find and dreaming of your own one true love.

It was a winter morning when you were walking past the kitchen and almost fell through an unlocked door underneath the carpet in the dining hall. Surprised, you realized that the dining table had been moved for maintenance for a few hours and it usually covered this spot, hence why you’d never noticed it before.

You snuck into the kitchen, taking a few loaves of bread with you before heading through the door and covering your tracks, wondering where you would go.

And it led you outside, and it brought forth your tears.

You touched the snow fearlessly for the first time, not even feeling the harsh stinging of the wind over your pure ecstasy and joy.

So you started on a trail, making sure your footprints weren’t easily discernible by the guards as you headed towards the closest village, its fires burning softly in the distance.

It grew colder the longer you walked, but you couldn’t seem to care.

The roads were all deserted, not a soul in sight.

Walking the streets of the village, you came across a shambled house with the door ajar, the wails of a boy sounding through the harsh wind.

“Mother, please hang on. I will find you something to eat, please just last a little longer. You can’t leave me, too, mother.”

You rushed into the house before you could think twice and brought forth the loaves of bread you had snuck out of your kitchen.

“Here,” you said impatiently, already picking at some bread, “help me feed her this.”

The boy looked at you, eyes wide and mouth open, absolutely confused.

“Now!” you urged, feeding the sickly woman in front of you who seemed to claw at your hand for the bread, devouring it instantly.

“Please slow down, ma’am, or you might choke or upset your stomach,” you fussed, worried.

“Hey,” you turned to look at the boy, who still sat their in shock, “close the door before she freezes.”

His legs were moving instantly as he jammed the door shut, throwing more firewood into the burning embers and lighting them once more for warmth.

He, too, looked rather on the skinny side, so you gave him a separate loaf. “Have some yourself, you look like you might get sick, too.”

He nodded silently, biting slowly into his bread like he couldn’t believe it was there and beginning to chew on the freshly baked food.

The woman fell asleep shortly, and you were left with the boy.

“Are you an angel?” he asked later.

You laughed. “No, I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Taeyong,” he replied, eyebrows furrowed.

“It’s nice to meet you, Taeyong.”

It was then that the two of you properly looked at each other, your cheeks heating up as you realized how good looking he was.

“Where is your father?” you asked, trying to focus on anything but his face.

“Mother thinks he’s dead. They sent him to farm the last harvest but nobody’s heard from him since.”

Your heart shattered. “Oh, no. I’m so sorry. Why can’t anyone tell you of his whereabouts?”

“The King doesn’t allow it. He’s taken almost all the men to work for him. I am almost nineteen, he’ll take me soon enough, too, and then mother will be left all by herself.”

“My father did this?”

The shock returned to his face. “I knew your name sounded familiar, you’re the lost heir to the throne!”

It was your turn to be confused. “What do you mean, lost?”

“Everyone thinks that the King and Queen cannot find you and that you’ve run away. The King’s been sick for a while now, so more people have been searching for you in hopes to end his horrifying reign.”

“I didn’t run away, the King locked me up,” you answered simply, voice emotionless and unfeeling as your parents’ hearts.

“Why would anybody do that? You’re so kind,” he reasoned, baffled.

So you told him what happened, just the way it is.

“That sounds even more horrible than my life,” he said miserably, on the verge of tears.

“How could you possibly say that? They’re letting you starve, Taeyong,” you replied sincerely.

“Yes, but I still have my family. You never had one.”

And then you did something you never thought yourself capable of doing in the presence of another being.

You cried your eyes dry.

From that day on, you always found some time to sneak off and meet with Taeyong and his mother, always bringing them food and giving as much as you could to the other villagers as well, refusing to tell anybody who you truly were.

Your relationship with Taeyong grew, and you could tell from that very first day that you had his heart just as much as he had yours.

It was a few sunrises after your eighteenth birthday when your father passed away from his illness, and the people revolted against the Queen’s rule, demanding the rightful heir to the throne.

Finally realizing that she would leave the kingdom in its own ruins otherwise, your mother called upon your guards and asked them to prepare you for your coronation, which was to be held in a day’s notice.

You requested from the guard bringing you your outfit that he send a similar one to Taeyong, and that all the nearby villagers were to be invited.

The morning of the coronation, you saw your mother again for the first time in eight years and a half.

“These people do not know you,” she had sneered, attempting to get a rise out of you.

“On the contrary, I think they might know me more so than you assume to be true,” you answered simply.

“With that attitude, you will remain as alone and unfeeling as you always have been.”

“That’s okay, I’ve already found someone.” It took her by surprise, to say the least.

“Yes, I’m sure they’ll be fond of your nature,” she added, stressing on the last word in order to emphasize the issue at hand.

“He is. Finds it quite charming, actually.”

Those were the last words you ever spoke to your mother, and you had earned a standing ovation when you stepped forth to claim the crown you had always been destined for, the villagers whose lives you had saved recognizing you instantly.

“Long live Y/N, Ruler of the lands!”

You would recognize that voice anywhere. 

That melodic sound that you had gotten so dearly accustomed to.

The orchestra began to play as everybody took their stances and began to waltz, and Taeyong walked over to you, looking stunningly ethereal in his matching pastel blue dress clothes.

His smile was endearing, and he extended his hand to you so you could take it.

“May I have this dance?” he asked lowly, whispering it into your ear.

“You may have all of them,” you replied breathlessly, letting him lead you to the middle of the ballroom as the two of you began to waltz.

😊Pizza with Old Friends (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: Ethan, Gray, and you have been childhood friends. When the boys started getting more and more popular, people took notice of your gorgeous looks and now you’re an Instagram model. Ethan has been in love with you for so long and so Grayson decides to fly you out for a video. You bring your boyfriend out and get into a huge fight with him over the boys. So he dumps you and Ethan comforts you. For the video the boys have to cook a pizza and you give the winner a prize. However, Grayson pulls a prank on you and E flips out on him. 

Warnings: Fluff and swearing

A/N: I combined like 3 requests here! Sorry for being inactive!

Originally posted by highkeydolan

“Are you ready?” Grayson asked me and I nodded. “Okay hide!” I slipped in the closet of the warehouse while I left the door cracked so I could peek through still. Ethan was wearing his black snapback and a gray tank.

“Ready?” Ethan asked as he turned on the camera. Grayson nodded as Ethan ran in front of the camera.

“Hey you guys! We’re back!” They said in unison.

“And today we have a special guest!” Grayson shouted as I was hiding in the closet of the warehouse. That was my cue as I slowly opened the closet and tiptoed out of the closet.

“What? No we don’t?” Ethan asked confused as he stared at Grayson, but Grayson was staring at the camera. I chuckled to myself. I soon pounced on Ethan’s back and let out a yell.

“Ahhh!” We screamed as Ethan tried to maintain his balance while my arms were around his neck. “I missed you!”

“Y/N! Is that you?” Ethan shouted as he tackled me into a hug. “Oh my God Y/N I’ve missed you so much! How have you been? I’ve seen–” Ethan was cut off.

“Y/N!” My boyfriend Jake’s voice boomed.

“Oh my gosh I almost forgot to mention! Guys this is Jake and he’s my boyfriend. We’ve been together for about three months now and he didn’t want me to fly out to Cali alone!” I giggled, but none of the boys seemed too fond of each other.

“You didn’t tell me we were going to be coming to a guy’s house.” Jake scoffed.

“I did babe. I said my friend Grayson invited me out to help film a video with them and to surprise Ethan.” I groaned. Jake’s biggest flaw was how jealous he could get. It always annoyed me and I couldn’t deal with it.

“I thought you said Gracie.” He groaned as he grabbed my wrist. “Come on we’re leaving.” He started to pull me away, before Ethan snapped at him.

“I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you’d better let her go now, before I’m tying your wrists behind your back.” Ethan snapped which surprised me. Ethan was never like this when we were kids.

“No Ethan it’s fine.” I muttered. “I’ll see you guys later.” Jake started to drag me away, but Ethan grabbed my other hand.

“Let her go dude.” Jake growled as he jerked me which caused my arm to pop.

“Ow!” I let out and that’s when Ethan let go of me and squared up to Jake.

“Who do you think you are dude? You’re hurting her! Let her go!” Ethan snapped as he shoved Jake. Jake let go of my hand and pushed me down to the ground. Ethan immediately got down on his knees next to me. “Y/N are you okay?” He asked as he helped me sit up. “Okay dude you need to leave now.” Ethan said standing back up to his feet.

“Whatever. I was only with her for the follows anyways. Not much there dude if you get what I mean. Photoshop gives her credit.” Jake said before he walked out of the warehouse leaving Ethan and I on the floor.

“What did you see in him anyways?” Grayson asked chuckling, but I was doing anything, but laughing right now. I really wanted to just break down and cry. I had always been self concious about my body. Not being the biggest bra size or having all of the right curves, but now I felt terrible about myself. I was barely a B cup and I was about 5’10. I wasn’t the shortest girl so I was often called toothpick in the hallways of the school.

“Y/N?” Ethan asked as he cupped my face gently. I stood to my feet and wiped my almost tears away.

“Let’s make a pizza.” I smiled a broken smile. “I’m so hungry and we can film a video on how to cook with the Dolan twins! Where’s your kitchen?” I asked walking away as the boys followed behind. I walked into their kitchen area and grabbed some ingredients for pizza. I grabbed a can of tomato soup, tomatoes, peanut butter, nutella, whey protein powder, lettuce, bread, some fruits, and cheese. The boys looked so confused. “Grab your camera and start recording.” Grayson scrambled to grab the camera as he set it up. He shot his thumb up to signal he was recording. “Hey you guys! I’m Y/N, Ethan and Grayson’s childhood friend and today’s challenge to is the boys will be making a pizza, using these ingredients and whichever one makes the best pizza will win!” I cheered and the boys nodded as they seemed to like the idea.

“What do we win though?” Grayson asked which made me smirk. I’ll give Jake a reason to be jealous.

“Winner gets a kiss from me.” I smiled and the boys gasped as Grayson turned the camera off. “What’s wrong?” I asked a little irritated.

“Nothing. Are you sure?” Ethan asked me and I nodded.

“I’m a single woman and I can do what I want. Get ready boys. You’ll have 10 minutes starting.” I pulled my phone out and the boys were confused. “Now.” I giggled as I ran behind and turned the camera on. I took the camera off the tripod and I zoomed in on the boys as they made their pizzas. Grayson was pouring tomato soup carefully on four slices of bread as Ethan was going the peanut butter direction. He was moving slowly as he was watching me carefully. I could tell he knew something was wrong and that I was just avoiding dealing with it at the moment.

“Y/N!” Grayson shouted which I turned to face him only to have flour blown in my eyes.

“What the hell Grayson?!” Ethan snapped as he ran  at Gray. I backed away and ran up the stairs to wash the flour out of my eyes that were burning. “You could have seriously hurt her!” Ethan shouted as I heard him running up the stairs after me. I could feel my tears trying to fall, but weren’t able to because of the flour. I rushed to the bathroom, grabbed a rag, and started to clean my face. I looked in the mirror and I saw my reflection. My faded highlights, the broken smile. I didn’t recognize myself as I started to cry. I was so upset. Jake dumped me, Grayson pranked me, I just wanted to go home now. I sat on the toilet as tears continued to fall. “Y/N?” Ethan asked as I continued to cry into the rag.

“It’s nothing.” I pushed passed Ethan, but he chased after me. “Ethan!” I screamed as I ran down the hall as he was hot on my trail. “Ethan stop!” I chuckled a little as he chased me around the warehouse. Ethan didn’t act like he had any intentions to stop chasing me until he caught me. 

“Now why would I do that Y/N?” He said rather loudly. I turned to see him pounce on back which led us to fall on the ground. I let out a scream as I tried to wiggle myself free from Ethan’s thighs which were placed on either side of me. “No no no not so fast.” He chucked which made me crack a smile. Ethan had this effect on me. To where I could be sad about anything, but somehow Ethan would always make me laugh and feel better about myself. He was honestly the greatest.

“Ethan let me go.” I said as calmly as possible. Ethan looked up in deep thought. He pinned my arms back down to which he hovered over me now. I felt my breath get caught in my  throat. Ethan also seemed to have caught the moment too as we gazed into each other’s eyes. 

Originally posted by wanderlust-disease

“Why would I do that?” He asked calmly answering my question from earlier. He leaned down barely above my lips. “Is this okay?” He asked in a barely audible whisper. I slightly nodded.

“Do it.“ I muttered which caught him off guard. He leaned down more only to stop to where I felt his breath on your lips. 

"The only problem is if I start, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop.” He muttered calmly. I nodded.

“You don’t have to.” Ethan’s lips then pressed harshly against mine after I said that as he kissed me deeply. His tongue ran against my bottom lip which drove me mad. He knew that was really hot to me. I told him all about how my ex would kiss me like that and I would go insane. I gave out a light moan which caused him to smirk.

Originally posted by couplenotes

“Hey are you guys–OKAY THEN!” Grayson shouts as he drops the bucket of pecans. “JUST FRIENDS? Guys we were filming a video! But I guess Ethan already won!” Grayson shouted and stormed out of the room. Ethan looked down at me and started chuckling.

“So will you tell me why you were so upset before?” I nodded answering Ethan’s question as I watched Grayson leave the room.

“I just feel awful. Jake’s right. I’m not something to brag about. I’m just me. There isn’t anything special about me at all. I shouldn’t even be an Insta model. I should just be back at home in Jersey going to school or working.” I looked away from Ethan’s eyes in order to avoid his pitiful look. He tilted my chin to look up at him.

“This is why everyone said we should date. Because they knew I would treat you better than he could. I would treat you better than any guy would.” I nodded showing I agreed with him. “Jake was with you for follows. I want to be with you for kisses. Waking up at 3am to you talking in your sleep. I want to be there for everything in between Y/N.” Ethan’s forehead pressed against mine as he inhaled deeply. “Maybe I’m just a kid in love, but if this is what it’s like falling in love, then I don’t ever want to grow up.” I smiled as I pulled him down to kiss my lips again. “I want you, your laugh, your body, your bubbly personality, I just want you.” He smiled to me.

“You have me Ethan.” I wrapped my arms around his neck as he held me tight against him.

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Awakening!Au With Voltron cause i love this show a lot.

Everything is under a cut cause its a lot of info~ <3

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Maddie walks into the room, carrying pumpkin bread and a blue blanket. She nods her head in a form of greeting, "Hi again!! I brought pumpkin bread this time and crocheted a blanket!" She places the gifts down and smiles, "I am a new face here actually, and I'm so glad you noticed!! Love your blog by the way!"

“‘Hello again, dear,’ the Host responds. ‘Thank you so much for these gifts. To be honest… that banana bread is all I ended up eating yesterday because I was too lazy to go get more food, so thank you. I’m sure the pumpkin bread will be just as good; it smells delicious. And you are, you’re right! It’s always great to see a new face in my office every once and awhile. Thank you, dear.’“

Stay Sane- A Henry Mills One-Shot

Title: Stay Sane
Request: Maybe you can do a story where Henry is very protective in Neverland?
Pairing: Henry Mills x Reader

“Your job is to feed him, make sure he doesn’t run away. You got that Y/N?” Peter Pan instructed.
“Yea.” Y/N nodded.
“Good, go feed the boy now.” Peter responded.
Y/N sighed, “Alright.”
She walked over to the boy, who Pan had kidnapped and taken to Neverland, and gave him some bread.
“Can you help me leave?” the boy asked.
“I can’t sorry, I wish I could.” Y/N responded, “I’m Y/N.”
“Henry.” the boy said, “I need to get off this island, to find my family.”
“I’ve tried to leave before, it’s impossible.” Y/N told Henry.
Henry sighed, “Well thanks Y/N.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you stay sane.” Y/N smiled.
“I’ll try. You know you’re the nicest I’ve met since I got here.” Henry said.
“I know, that’s because I am the nicest.” Y/N added.

After a few weeks, Y/N and Henry grew close.
Henry was very protective of Y/N, seeing what all Peter would do to her.
Peter always yelled at Y/N for no reason, sometimes hitting her, always making Y/N feel horrible.
Henry and Y/N still held onto the hope that someday, they could get off the island together.

Eventually, their opportunity came.
Henry’s family came to rescue him.
“Give us Henry Peter!” Emma, Henry’s mother exclaimed.
“How about no?” Peter responded.
From behind Peter, Y/N held a huge pan.
She tried to hit Peter in the head with it, but missed and Peter pushed her to the ground.
“Y/N you little idiot! I don’t even know why I let your ass live!” Peter yelled.
“Please Peter I’m sorry!” Y/N cried.
Peter kicked her to the ground.
“Y/N!” Henry exclaimed.
“Peter, just let him go.” Y/N said quietly, still on the ground.
Henry was slowly getting out of the ropes tying him to the tree, and ran to grab the pan Y/N tried to use earlier.
He hit Pan in the head, knocking him out cold.
“Come on Henry let’s go!” Emma yelled to him.
“Wait!” he responded, “Y/N you’re coming too.”
“No, just leave me. Take your chance and go.” Y/N responded.
Henry picked Y/N up, “I’m not leaving you. He’ll kill you.”
“Thank you Henry.” Y/N said.
“Anything for you.” Henry responded, “Remember, you kept me sane.”

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Em

      ` — who’s there?`  he feels foolish, calling that out to an empty alleyway, a loaf of bread held up in his hand, like a weapon, as if it could do any damage.  were it only his sight and hearing called into question, jason might have told himself to forget it.  but it’s his intuition — his sense for changes in the wind around him that alert him to something blocking the windflow near by.  dark, unfamiliar alley aside, his grisha abilities have never lied to him before.  `i’m — i’m armed,`  with bread.  `i don’t want to hurt you — ` / @astrificare

@unofficeleriac went ahead and tagged me in this thingy and now I have to answer a bunch of questions. Here goes

Name: Mathieu
Nicknames:  Mat (original, I know)
Zodiac sign(s): Taurus
Height: 5′10″ 
Orientation: boys and girls, bring it on
Ethnicity: White, like some boring loaf of bread
Favourite Fruit: Any type of melon. Cantaloup, honeydew, water melon
Favourite Season: late spring feels like summer without being too hot.
Favourite Book: I don’t read much
Favourite Flower: The Lotus flower, I like that it blooms at night.
Favourite Scent: Petrichor, which is the smell after it rains.
Favourite Colour: I like where orange and purple meet in sunsets
Favourite Animal: I love chameleons
Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: I like all three, but only drink them under certain conditions. Overall I think I’d say tea.
Sleep hours: Not enough, man
Cat or dog: Both cool, but dogs win this one
Favourite Fictional Character: Stitch
Dream Trip: Either another eurotrip or flying to Vancouver and then renting a car to drive down the west coast.
When did I make this blog: Sometime in 2011 i think
Number of Followers: 708

I’ll tag: @k1ngmatticus, @finding-sense-of-self, @chaotic-tides, @cyberbullieddads, @stingraysaresexy, and everyone else who wants to do it.

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Davey goes snooping through Jack’s drawing pads and finds something.. interesting. 

// No warning for this one! Just fluff! //

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It was a cool evening in the middle of fall, and Davey and Les had been waiting for Jack at the lodging house for several hours. While Davey had suggested they just go ahead and head home more than once now, Les insisted on saying goodbye to Jack first. Davey wasn’t bothered in the beginning, but by now the sun was low, it was getting progressively more rainy, and businessmen had long since made their way home. His stomach growled for dinner, and even though the other boys offered him some bread or crackers for a snack, he couldn’t take it. He had a meal waiting at his house, and, if Jack would just show up already, he could leave to go get it.

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Okay so you know how some cats are bread boys? Because our cat Lucifer is a bean boy. He likes eating all kinds of beans.

He’s also eaten some other weird stuff, like doritos, cucumbers, and recently plums.

Here is the bean boy himself: