but i feel like i could say anything right now


“He asked me right after he’d pulled me out of the lake,” Hermione muttered. […] He sort of pulled me away from the judges so they wouldn’t hear, and he said, if I wasn’t doing anything over the summer, would I like to -“
“And what did you say?” said Ron, who had picked up his pestle and was grinding “And he did say he’d never felt the same way about anyone else,” Hermione went on, going so red now that Harry could almost feel the heat coming from her.

anonymous asked:

hey there! i was wondering if you could rec me some good 2jae smut fics? For *coughs* research...

research papers for school are getting weirder and weirder these days….

anyways make sure to read tags and warnings before reading anything bc honestly i read anything when it comes to smut (but i don’t read problematic stuff like non-con so u don’t have to worry about that)

C = chaptered ; O = One shot 
all my 2jae fic rec❤  
fics under the cut ✨

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anonymous asked:

so I'm having trouble right now and I was wondering if you could provide some insight. I am cishet. But Johnlock and TJLC are my oxygen and I am the biggest TJLCer I know IRL. I'm having difficulty feeling validated in the community because I am livid and heartbroken and experiencing all this emotion but I feel like it's not my place to be in conversation as a cishet. Sometimes people get mad at me and sometimes people simply ignore my voice.

I was going to bed but felt like needed to answer this.I will fight anyone who says anything to you because of being a cishet and shipping Johnlock. When I refer to us, I always say mostly lgbt. Because it is the truth. Straight people ship johnlock as well and are of course part of tjlc. Being cishet doesn’t make you inavalid to say anything. Feeling ignored ? I am here. I will listen to you. I will do my best to make you feel validated. Because you deserve it. Don’t be upset sweetheart.

Chapter Twelve

Previous Installments 

I walked down the steps trying to gather my nerves. I heard Jenny at the bottom trying to gather the children together. She looked up at me and said, “I think it would be best if they were in their rooms right now. Brian can use Young Jamie’s.”

I tried to say something in reply but found my throat to dry to say anything.  I had never been so nervous.  I could feel my heart beating like a rabbit,  and my blood ran frantically through my veins.

“I sent Fergus up to get him. I will be staying upstair as well” she said over her shoulder as she herded the children up the stairs, not even talking to them,  the tidal force that she was guiding everything into place.

I sat down on the sofa, found it to to feel as though it was made of nails and wood shavings,  so I got up and started pacing the room. I had no idea how long it would take for Jamie to get here,  or where he really was for that matter.  I had no idea if he came to the house often,  if he was aware of the comings and goings,  or if he lived isolated,  I hoped it wasn’t that. 

 I must have worn a path in the carpet with my pacing,  but didn’t look down to check.  I wish I cared for sewing or knew how to knit.  I need something to keep be busy besides my thoughts and fears. Each creak and groan of the house making me jump and look toward the door. It must have been close to an hour, or at least I thought so, before I heard his voice.

The door opened and he called, “Jenny? What’s the matter. Fergus said I must come to the house at once.”

Damn Fergus, I thought, he didn’t tell him I was here.  Then Jamie rounded the corner. He was removing a hat from his head, blocking his face for a moment. I spoke then not able to take my eyes away from him, “Hello, Jamie.  Nothing’s wrong here,  at least I hope so.”

He dropped his arm at once and stared at me, the light from the fire playing on all the hollows of his face. He was awfully thin, with ratty clothes and a short tangle of a beard.

“Claire?” He said disbelievingly. He hadn’t blink since he saw me, afraid that I would disappear.  I only knew this because I was gripped by the same fear and stepped closer to him. I had just lightly touched his hand when he suddenly collapsed.  He fell onto his side.  I didn’t worry about his head,  he had the thickest skull I had ever seen. I got down onto the floor and put his head in my lap. His eyes were already starting to flutter open. I brushed the hair out of his face and smiled saying, “No wonder you fainted, your skin and bones.” I felt a tear roll down my cheek and he brushed it away with his finger, suddenly lurching up and pulling me into his chest. No matter how thin he was he still was a hell of a lot bigger than I was, warmer, and more immediate than he had been in a very long time. I clung to him with abandon giving up all pretences of strength or humor, and sobbed into his chest. He was crying to. I could feel his tears soaking into my hair and say, “Yer real” over and over again. I pulled away at one point to look up into his face and said, “And you’re alive”

He smiled a me, a little crooked, his hand still cupping my cheek “I tried my damnedest not to be.”

“I’m glad you failed.” It was a stupid thing to say, but the only thing that made sense in the moment.

“For the first time,  I glad as well”  He always had the trick of hiding his emotions,  but I saw something heartbreaking flashing in his eyes for a moment.

He ran a hand through my hair and said, “May- may I kiss you”

I leaned forward and placed my mouth over his. We both were gentle, neither one of us letting the pain and longing of our time apart take control. Hopefully there would be time for that later. Now we just took whatever comfort the other would provide. We sat there locked in each other’s arms seeking warmth and safety. He pulled away from me, there was no heartbreak in his eyes now, “Why are ye here?”

“Why I am here?” I repeated incredulously.

“Aye” He got up and moved away from, not wanting to touch me out of fear for my answer. His eyes held onto mine though, in a blue unblinking gaze.

“I’m here” I said slowly, spacing out my words for absolute clarity, “because you are here. Jamie when I found out you weren’t dead I-” I broke off during my face slightly to wipe the tears from my eyes.   I stood up,  but didn’t go to him.

“I’m sorry. It just it was the worst thing I ever did, leaving you. Now for me to show up out of nowhere, having no idea what has happened in the last six years or if you even want me here.”

“Christ Claire. Not want ye.” he said. The tears were running down my face in earnest and he came over and gathered me into his arm burying my face in my chest. “I could never not want ye. It’s just that ye here. Knowing everything that has and will happened here. Ye still came. I just thought something truly terrible must have happened to make ye face it. So I must ask ye now. What became of our child.”

Author’s note: LOOK HOW’S HERE.  You should know by now I can’t resist a cliff hanger.  Hope you all like it.  Happy New Year you guys.


i feel like i have thoughts to share about the results of this election and who the new president-elect is that i want to get out of my system but there isn’t really anything that i could say that hasn’t already been said… i guess try your best to ignore any trump supporters that are being irritating and gloating about his win today because there might be quite a few depending on where you live. and as hard as it might be, try to have as good of a day today as possible! the last thing you need right now is a pessimistic outlook on the future

albion19  asked:

Bonkai endgame!

I would have everything the same right up to when Bonnie stabs Kai loved that bit because it actually gave Bonnie some agency for once. She got to take revenge of her own volition as a personal vendetta not on somebody else’s behalf and I freaking loved it.

I’d have him crash Jo and Alaric’s wedding but I’d just have him cause a scene maybe even hit his dad with a particularly painful spell if he tried to challenge him. Kai goes on this huge rant because he’s always wanted to get how he feels of his chest and now his whole family’s here in one place so it’s the perfect time. Eventually, he says something cocky like ‘I could kill you all right now’ and Bonnie stands up and orders him out of the church. Kai plays it cool and scoff and ask what makes her think she can make him do anything and Bonnie just smiles and says ‘i beat you once I can do it again’

Then kai gets really close to her and tells Bonnie he’s not angry that she stabbed him in the other prison world and that not only are they even now, but he respects her. He declares very publically that she can do a lot better than Mystic Falls or slumming it around with the likes of Damon and tells her that she’s the most amazing person he’s ever met and the real reason he came back.

Just as he finishes up his heartfelt speech (and Bonnie is flawed) Liv and luke sneak up and hit him with a spell to knock him out but he’s too powerful for them and fires back accidently knocking Liv unconscious (everyone thinks she’s dead but it turns out eventually that she’s okay).

Kai’s speech surprisingly inspires Caroline and she makes the decision to go to NOLA/TO and asks Bonnie to come with her which she accepts. Then I’d make Kennett a thing (after already establishing a flirty sort of romance in season 3-4) and have Kai show up out of nowhere one day and give Bonnie the two men fighting over her she’ always deserved.


You're Wrong

Originally posted by erutdite

Requested By Anon.

Request: Hii could you write a story where there is a transfer from abnegation or amity so she’s pretty bad at fighting, but then when eric teases her about it, she back-sasses him and it makes him angry. Then she has to stay back after training and he’s really mean when he tries to train her hard, only because he kind of likes her. Could you add things like name-calling and teasing? Thank youu

A/N: I hope that this is what you wanted! And hiiiiii!

I was in training punching the punching bag, and feeling a lot of disappointment at how little it was moving. I was punching it as hard as I could, but it was still barely moving. I was never going to make it into Dauntless.

“You’re too weak. You’re never going to get into Dauntless like that.” Eric stated from behind me.

I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t in the mood to put up with him right now. All he ever did was pester me, and tease me, and it hurt my feelings and made me feel like I was a failure.

“Alright, weakling. Look, you’ve got to punch like this.” Eric walks closer to me, and grabs my arms. He kicks my feet to put them in  a different position. “Now punch.”

I did as he asked, and the punching bag moved farther than it did before. Yes! I mentally thanked Eric.

“There you go, Stiff.”

When he said that, I regretted mentally thanking him. Yeah, I’m from Abnegation, but I absolutely hate that name. And besides, I’m not Abnegation anymore. I was going to stick to my plan of not saying anything, but when he called me that, I snapped.

“Don’t call me that.” I spit out, still punching the bag.

If I could see his face, I knew that he would have a look of astonishment on it. “Excuse me?”

“I said, don’t call me a Stiff.” I repeat.

“I can call you whatever I want to call you.”

“You don’t have to be such a jerk all of the time.” I say.

“What did you just say?” He asks.

“You heard me.”

“You’re gonna stay after training.” He orders.


“Because I said so.”

And with that, he walked off, leaving me to regret everything I had just said.

After training, all of the initiates, and Four left the training room. Eric and I were the only ones left. I stood still, not making a sound.

“Go run five laps around the room.” He says.


“Don’t ask questions. Just do it.”

I roll my eyes, and do what I was told. While I ran, he just stood in the middle of the room watching me. Why? I don’t know. It creeped me out.

Five laps later, I felt like I was going to die. I need to work more on my cardio.

“Now, get over to the ring. I’m gonna show you how to fight another person.”

“Why do you have to be so mean?” I pant.


“You’re just so mean. You never act this way towards any other initiates. So why are you so mean to me?”

He stays quiet for a minute. I feel a pang of victory, knowing that I had him backed in a corner  now.

“Because I’m not used to feeling this way.” He finally responds.

“Feeling like what?”

“I like you a lot. I’ve never felt affection towards anybody before and I didn’t know what to do.”

“Well, I know for a fact that you don’t make her feel like a piece of crap.”

He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t even look at me, his eyes are focused on his boots. For a moment I feel bad. I start to think about how I would feel if I were him right now.

“You could have just told me how you felt. I might have said that I like you too.” I say quietly.

“No. You wouldn’t have.”

“How do you know?”

“Because nobody could ever love me.” He responds very quietly.

I walk over to him and place my lips onto his. It’s  a quick kiss, but it’s long enough.

When I pull away, I look into his eyes and say, “You’re wrong.”

juliusschmidt  asked:

Sports AU

Ok so I love Sports AUs a lot but I hate sports and know mostly nothing about them. I don’t watch anything or follow any teams? I’ve lived my whole life in Canada and I couldn’t even tell you the rules of hockey, that’s how bad at this I am. So I don’t know if I could ever write something sporty and realistic…. It would have to either be super vague or I would have to do a crazy amount of research haha. 

I do feel like Sports AUs in this fandom aren’t as diversified as they could be? (Pls come yell at me and send me fic recs if I’m saying rubbish right now) We have a lot of Football AUs and a couple of Swimming and Golf AUs but beyond that, it’s not really a prevalent type of AU that we have? Or at least not that I’ve seen? Like there’s a few fics here and there but… 

I want more Boxing AUs! We have great footage of Harry boxing it should be a thing. And I hate hockey but that would still be really cool? Volleyball AU? More winter sports AUs? Larry and that famous ski trip and no Olympic skier AUs? (For real where’s the Eddie the Eagle AU with Harry as Eddie that’d be fucking hilarious. Louis can be someone who works at the resort he starts training at, or another olympic athlete or something?) Archery?? Rowing??? Water Polo?? Baseball?? (God I hate baseball but someone write me a baseball au anyway I’d read that!!)  Cycling?? Rock climbing?? Hell, someone should write a fic where they’re nerds who play muggle quidditch at uni that’d be fun! I want Louis as a baton twirler??? What’s the gymastic one with ribbons? Harry’d be great at that someone write it. 

So many options :D 

I’m sorry I started a rant on your ask Alex fjnvdfjkbndjk. I just have a lot of feelings about this and mostly those feelings are: Give all the sports aus to me because I can’t write them!!!!

anonymous asked:

Do you think right now Robert is planning on telling Aaron the truth when he gets out? What with Chas telling him not to say anything. I was a little confused by what he said to Liv today. I know he would take it back if he could, I know he feels guilty, and hates himself and is terrified of losing Aaron. I feel like he's smart enough to know that if Aaron doesn't hear it from him it will be 100 times worse, but I just can't decide where I think his head is at right now.

I don’t know that ROBERT knows where his head is right now. Aaron coming home is everything he wants and dreads. I don’t think it’s going to hit him until he has Aaron right there in front of him. He isn’t supposed to say anything and he thinks he can deal with that but I really do not think he can.

We shall see what happens. 

anonymous asked:

Ooh do u have any more stories from bu? Like the hockey players??

Oh man i definitely do, but i’m also writing a paper right now. @heyfabbro @hakunimaatta and @oetterbox are also great resources for bu hockey stories. i will say though that i would rather talk off anon bc it feels too much like spreading gossip if i’m posting publicly. 

Request: One Thing I Can't Heal

Request: hi Lousia! I know your not taking requests right now but I was hoping you would make an exception? you don’t have to though! I was wondering if you could do a LuciferxReader where the reader gets sick and Licifer takes care of her? I recently just got stitches in my back so I’m really sore and kinda bored cause I can’t do anything! Hope your day’s great, xoxo 🐬

Word Count: 570

I’m sorry this is so late! I hope you like it, and thank you!<3

When you wake up, you can honestly say that it feels like you’ve been hit by a truck. Your head pounds, your nose aches like you’ve been punched. Each breath comes with a tearing sensation through your lungs and you close your eyes against the far too bright sunlight which streams through the windows unashamedly, as if it isn’t causing shooting pains through your skull.

You groan, rolling over and burying your head in the soft, downy pillow. The darkness helps, but you’re far too warm – probably running a fever.

“Morning, Y/N!” An all-too-chirpy voice rings out through the room. It sends lightning through your skull and you let out a quiet whine at the pain, “Hey, are you alright?” Lucifer asks, moving closer to you.

“I’m sick.” You mutter, and he frowns, leaning in closer.

“Like… ill?”

“No, like frog. Yes, ill.”

“Are you delirious?”


“Do you want anything?”


“Sorry.” He whispers, rubbing a hand over your bare arm, “You want some soup? Water?”

“Could you do that?” You ask, removing your face from the pillow just long enough to raise an eyebrow. Ironically, he stands right in front of the window, giving him an almost heavenly aura.

“Of course I can. You hang tight.” He kisses your forehead and disappears from your room, leaving you to contend with the light. Literally moments later (you suspect he conjured them up) he returns with a bowl of chicken soup, a glass of water, and a box of painkillers.

“I’m sorry, this isn’t something I can heal.” He says softly, coaxing you into a sitting position. You shrug.

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not. I don’t like seeing you in pain.” He says sternly, and you have to pull the spoon from his hand to stop him from spoon-feeding you like an infant.

“Hey,” You say, “I’m okay. I’ll feel better soon.”

You couldn’t have been much more wrong. You manage about two spoons of the soup before you have to throw up, after which you end up in a massive coughing fit that stops your breathing long enough that you can’t breathe and your vision is full of black spots. Lucifer carries you to bed and nestles you in amongst the covers.

“You need to sleep,” He says softly, kissing your hot lips.

“You’ll get sick too.” You warn, and he merely chuckles.

“I’m an archangel, my love. I don’t get ‘sick’.”


“Go on, have a nap. I’ll be right here, okay?” He promises, slipping in beside you and wrapping you safely in his arms. You nod, closing your eyes. He’d never tell you this, but the hand he lies on your forehead does more than just check your temperature.

He’s never seen you with more than a case of the sniffles, and honestly, it worries him. He looks at your fever-reddened cheeks, contrasting with an otherwise bloodless face. You shiver slightly and he tightens his grip on you. He’s never met a human he loves so much – hell, he’s never met a human he loves, ever. Period. But you… you just sauntered into his life, pretended there was no bitter hatred there, and loved him. He hadn’t been loved since he was cast from heaven all those years ago.

He vows, then and there, that he’s never going to leave you. Good or bad, sick or well. Never.

My Boss - A Smut Scenario

Being called into my boss’ office after a long day at work is the last thing anyone would want but when your boss is as gorgeous as mine and we are secretly dating it’s the best thing.
I walked into his office without knocking and locking the door behind me before approaching his desk, not really caring what the reason was he called me in here all I need right now were his hands on my skin. I sat myself down on his desk feeling his eyes following my every movement wondering what I was going to do next, I spread my legs wide so that he could see I didn’t wear any panties today knowing how much he likes it when I do naughty things like that.
Without saying anything Chanyeol stood up from his chair taking off his blazer and coming over standing in between my open legs grabbing my thighs to wrap them around his waist.
“Jagiya you look so delicious today” He tells me licking, biting and sucking at my neck while his hand pull my blouse out of my skirt and starting to unbutton it.
“Oppa I’m so tired, today has been so hard. All I want is my Yeollie to touch me they way he knows I like it” I reply knowing he likes it when I tell him what I want from him.
“Was someone giving Oppa’s baby girl a hard day?” He asks while he takes of my shirt, bra and skirt leaving me in nothing but his favourite high heels that I purposely wore for him today.
“The same asshole that gives me a hard time every day since I turned him down” I answer his question, unbuttoning his shirt before pushing it from his shoulders.
“Do you want me to do something about it baby? I can fire him” He says as more of a statement then an actual question, I know that he’s just as fed up with this guy as I am and he’s sick of the way I’m being treated.
“Yeollie you and I both know that you’re not actually asking me and that even if I said no you’re still going to do it” I tell him taking off his finally items of clothing, then pushing him back onto his chair and climbing onto his lap.
“You know me so well jagi”
“Of course I do, I spend everyday with you Oppa” I say while lifting myself up and before sliding down onto his dick.
Chanyeol grabbed my hips helping me bounce on him as I held onto his arms to keep myself from falling into him from the pleasure I’m getting from his cock deep inside me. Chanyeol’s hands slowly move from my hips down to my ass giving it squeeze and than slapping me roughly making me throw my head back and moan out his name gripping his arms tighter. His hands then come to my front one going down to play with my clit and the other playing with one of my breast as his mouth connects to my nipple on the other.
“Yeollie I’m going to come” I inform him trying to get away from the hand playing with my clit without his dick leaving my pussy, trying not to cum so soon knowing his not near his climax yet.
Finishing before him I hop off his lap and sit on my knees on the floor in between his legs putting his cock into my mouth wanting to give him his release. Chanyeol’s hands grab the back of my head helping me move along him. Using one of my hands I let play with his balls and the other to run over his abs and chest loving the feeling of his body underneath my hand.
“Fuck baby girl, I want to come in your mouth” He tells you pushing your head all the way down and holding it there for a while feeling the back of your throat tighten around him.
That feeling was what caused him to cum straight into my mouth. Taking his cock out and swallowing his load, I stood up sitting back onto his lap wrapping my arms around his neck kissing him harshly.
“Yeollie I love you so much” I tell him as I pull away from his lips slightly.
“I love you too baby girl, you mean so much to me. Now if you excuse me we both need to get changed because I have someone I need to fire before he goes home” He informs me with a cheeky smile on his face and kissing my lips as I giggle…

yogurt3200 replied to your post: I’m finally writing something… and for once, it’s…

I feel you. But If it’s prologue then there’s nothing to worry about. I suggest if you want to make it longer, you should describe anything and everything, like in one paragraph you just admire how pretty Newt was, there you have it. 300 words Newt’s admiration speech. Or write more about its vibe, atmosphere, sound, scent, color. as deeply as you could imagine. (I did that and now i have 10+k junk here, help)

Thank you for advice! I always was more a writer of the actual action than describing every detail, but you’re right! If I write more about characters’ feelings, the general atmosphere or even, as you say, the way they look, I guess there will be much more to put together later. And I really can’t wait to read that fic of yours.

mishkawrites replied to your post: I’m finally writing something… and for once, it’s…

I actually feel this in my soul, but you are a writer because you’re writing or have written! Well done you, love :)

Aww, thank you ;w; I’m trying my best to stop bitching and write instead, so thank you!

“My mom knew I was getting picked on at school. I tried not to tell her, but she’d see me come home unhappy every day. She’d open up my binder and see the notes I wrote about hating everyone. She’d tell me to trust in God. And that God was always with me. And not to fight back, because God was working out justice, even if I couldn’t see it. She was the closest thing I ever had to heaven. She was like Mother Theresa. When I was around her my anger would go away. Not completely, but almost. She died when I was twenty-one of esophageal cancer. I feel like The Flash sometimes. His mother was murdered when he was a child, and he’s always obsessing about going back in time to save her. I wish I could go back to a year before they found the cancer, and say: ‘I know you don’t feel anything right now. But you should go to the hospital and get your throat checked.’” (2/3)

1. I’ve never met someone that calmed the storm inside of me. You make my anxiety dissolve. I never feel like I get enough time with you. As soon as you leave, I want you back next to me.

2. You give me a high. Not the “I’m so dizzy, are we even real?” kind of high. Its the “I feel invincible. I could fly. Anything is possible”. You should come around more often.

3. Brown eyes are boring? Have they seen your eyes when the sun is shining in them and they are pure amber? Have the felt what I feel when you smile? And your eyes are so joyful it feels like this happiness could never fade from us.

4. I dream of you weekly. Anymore than that wouldn’t feel safe, any less wouldn’t feel right. It is in my dreams I find the courage to tell you everything I can’t say now. It is in my dreams where I find comfort, where no act would make you think twice of us. It is in my dreams where I know you feel the same, it is reality where I am not so sure and terrified to find out.

5. I am that girl. I start to type out so many confessions in the form of texts. I quickly hit the back button. I just can’t seem to bring myself to do it. I miss you in a way I hadn’t experienced before. Is it possible to miss someone so deeply, when they are unaware of how important they are to you? You are my god damn ocean, alive, beautiful, mysterious, comforting, the center of my world. And I can’t help but feel like to you I am nothing more than a lake - stuck, predictable, still, cautious. I suppose I’ll never find out.

6. I didn’t think I’d feel this way for this long. I am tired of scenarios playing in my head. I don’t want them anymore. I want you. I want to make this real. But how can I when I can’t find my voice - to ask if you feel even slightly the same. I don’t know. My thoughts are messy but so am I. I just hope one day all this wishing and dreaming will pay off.

—  Things I can never say to you

I honestly can’t think of anything else to say but thank you. For as long as I’ve had this blog it’s been like an outlet to me, and to be able to say that I’ve made someone’s day brighter with my blog, it’s just the greatest feeling. I’m not going to get super mushy but I will say that I appreciate every single follower and excuse my language but y'all are the sweetest fucking people to me and I’m so grateful. If I could hug all of you right now I would, but I can’t so I’ll just proceed I guess to list the names. (Also sorry for the shitty banner I’m not very good at edits but hey at least it’s aesthetic right?)

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K-L: @killer-tr0ye@lalatroye @laughingtroye @lavendersivan @lesterish @letmelivetroye @links-phandom@livewiretroye @locketfullofhowell @lostboy-troye @love-utube@lovelytronnorr @lunarsivan @lunasivan @luxesivan

M-N: @mangothatismelancholy​ @maybeyouremybluemoon@melancholyoakley@mermaidtroye @messtroye @minityleroakley @mtvsivan @myboytroye @myyouthaesthetic @nachosivan​ @novacanetroye 

O-P: @obsesstroye@ohheyitstroye @ohlesterno @oi-troye@okay-tronnor@oktronnor @oohtroye @oreotronnor @palesivan @papercutsivan @pastelhowll@persephans @petitephan @phanallamallama @phancyliving @phandomestic @phannana @phansomniac @phantojaphan @philhowll @philssecretaccount @pinklester@pinksivan@poetrysivan@poptartsivan@precious-connor @psychoakley

Q-R: @quesadillasivan@raintroye @rebloggingphan @ripsticktroye 

S-T: @sassydoughnuts @scandalsivan @sempiternal-tronnor @shibesandmemes @shingekihowell @siv4n @sliceofphan @slightlysivan @sluttytroye @smileyphan @snazzydan@snazzysivan@snoringsivan @so-sivan @socially-youtube @soldoutsivan @somethingsivan @spaceboyhowlter @spacehoelester @spacetroye@stardustsivan​​ @starlightsivan@strawberry-franta @suburbia-sivan@suburbiansivan @sullensivan @sunshine-sivan @sushisivan @tbqh-tronnor @tiramisutronnor @tokkymellet@toxicfranta @tragicallytroye @trashoftronnor @trickytroye @tronchobar​ @tronnor-sunsets @tronnorfravan @tronnors-sunflowers @tronnortbh @troyeble @troyeboh @troyeboycon @troyeboyish @troyedaily @troyeota @troyes-neighbourhood @troyes-passion @troyescoolshit @troyesfrantasy@troyesings@troyesivet@trxyeswild 

U-V: @utopiahowell@vangoghtroye​​ @vintagesivan @vividhowell

W-X: @wildabouttroye​ @wthsivan @xxoakley

Y-Z: @yaytronnor @youngsivan @youth-sivan @youthfultronnor  @youtubeaddictedme @zranta

Once again thank you so much to everyone you have no idea how much this means to me! xxx ~Sam xx