can i touch your hair please

anonymous asked:

Heyyy can I request a joe x reader in which he goes back to the bar he used to work at and sees the reader with some friends and they start talking?? I feel like he’d be either smooth as hell (touching his hair and stuff) or he’d try to make you laugh but still flirt with you, so take your pick. Also your fics are soo good, I can read them multiple times without getting bored, good job hun!!

(thank u for reading them multiple times!!!! thank u!!!! i’m sorry this isn’t fluffy!!!!)

so, he’s enjoying a quiet little drink with the owner who used to be his boss and who is now, more than a little amazed at who he’s become. and joe is a little embarrassed, trying desperately to change the subject because cmon?? who wants to hear the same story about netflix again? and again? and again? apparently, everyone. his friends clap him on his back, the old bartenders and wait staff, nd after a little while, joe just smiles and lets other people finish his sentences for him.

it’s a nice evening. he thinks he’d quite like the anonymity of being a nobody again. he means that, sincerely. his attention shifts from the conversation he’s supposed to be holding and falls upon the busy hush of the place, a couple nobodies at the pool table, a couple nobodies sat around the tables, enjoying their drinks, laughing with friends, checking their phones whilst waiting for their dates to arrive……

man. joe runs a hand through his hair, a little charmed by the company that can be kept when you’re comfortable. lately, all he’s been feeling is the jitters - the eye contact that brings someone hurtling toward him, repeating ‘steve harrington’, the quirk of the brow when the realisation hits, the asterix he feels floating above his head when someone looks at him and suddenly, he is somebody. it sucks. and he doesn’t want to feel like it sucks. but……. he necks his drink, admitting it to himself, tearing his eyes away from the girl at the table across him, laughing at whatever her friend is showing her on her phone, it does.

she’s pretty and she seems comfortable and when she laughs, she laughs with her whole body. he thinks that maybe at some other point in his life, he’d go up to her and ask her if it hurt. he can see her face in his fantasy, the amusement in her eye. she knows the line but she still fills in the blanks: ‘when i fell from heaven?’ and joe grins, devastatingly, knowingly, cheesy, as he admits she looks like an angel to him. tho, he tells her whilst feigning a stage hush, he’s read somewhere that angels are actually fuckin terrifying and she should probably know she’s having exactly that effect on him. he feels like he’s sweating bullets around her. and maybe, in the fantasy, she finds the way he trips over his sentences and changes his mind a mile a minute endearing. maybe she thinks the faint blush on his cheeks is kinda cute.

or maybe she’d say, ‘hey, don’t i know you from somewhere?’ and his heart would sink. he’d still smile and nod, of course. lean in for the selfie when she realises who he is. he’d still think she’s very pretty.

he announces his exit to his old boss and friends and waves w more good nature than he’s feeling as he leaves. still he thinks, wouldn’t it be nice to be nobody like that girl? like everyone else here? they make it look so good.

that girl gives him a small, unknowing smile as he heads out the door. and joe being joe of course, despite himself, still manages to return it.

Platonic Requests for Affection
  • “I’m so tired… ”
  • “I don’t want to be alone.”
  • “My hands are shaking.” 
  • “Don’t get up. I’m comfortable like this.”
  • “Please stay. I’d like some company.”
  • “Could I get a hug?”
  • “Would you pet my hair?”
  • “Will you sing something for me?”
  • “I just want to be close to someone for a little bit. Is that okay?”
  • “Can I lay my head in your lap?”
  • “You can touch my hair but don’t mess it up!”
  • “Here, lay down in my lap.”
  • “You know, you’re pretty comfy.”
  • “Come here, ya big lug/small fry.”
  • “Just take my hand. It’ll be better, I promise.”
  • “I’m not letting go.”
  • “I’ll hold you as long as you need.”
  • “It’s okay to stay, you know.”
  • “I’m so happy you’re here with me.”
  • “Your hugs are warm. We should do this more often.”
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Transference (M) – Chapter 03

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Summary: You and Hoseok discuss your homework assignment, and your sessions together take a spicy turn.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst

Word Count: 8,370

Warning: Tantric!Hoseok, therapist/client relationship, sexual themes, BDSM, shibari, dom/sub roleplay, profanity.

A/N: Prepare yourself, this is the shibari chapter. Shibari practice comes with many risks, so always consult professionals before playing.

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07

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Gentle

Steve x reader 

Notes: Smut, fluff, swearing, just smutty rly. 

A/N: Steve x reader. I know, right? Didn’t know I had it in me (that sounds wrong. So, so wrong), but here we are. And lets be honest. The man is fucking adorable. And.. ever seen him in a suit? Hot damn. Enjoy! x

Originally posted by music-is-love-4ever

“Can’t sleep?”

You looked up from the files in your lap and smiled, Steve stood next to the couch, holding out a mug to you with a similar smile on his lips.

“Never” you answered, only half-joking and took the mug from him with a soft ‘thanks’. “Why are you up, Cap? Don’t you have an early training session with Sam tomorrow?”

Steve shrugged, “Yeah, I do..” he took a deep breath but didn’t seem to let the air go when he spoke, “but sometimes I just can’t get my brain to shut off. And my mom used to say that a bed is for sleeping, not thinking”

You chuckled softly, “Meaning?”

Steve shot you a lopsided smile, “Meaning, if you can’t catch sleep because you’re thinking too much, get out of bed for a while and try again later”

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Blood (M) | MYG.

MIN YOONGI VAMPIRE! AU.

You were too naïve, falling right into Yoongi’s trap..

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader.

Warnings: Mentions/use of alcohol, light BDSM, oral sex, degradation (only in one sentence), basically just rough sex 


Oh God, did Min Yoongi want you.

You were across the room from him, downing a shot your friend had forced you to drink, and already, all Yoongi could smell was your blood. Min Yoongi was unlike any cliché vampire, actually sometimes despising the smell of blood, but for some reason, your blood had smelt intoxicating and rich. He licked his lips as he watched you from afar, your friend clinging onto your shoulder for balance, clearly too drunk for her own good. 

Min Yoongi didn’t want to waste the opportunity presented right in front of him. The craving for your blood became almost unbearable for him, and he decided there was no point in resisting the urge for the taste of you no longer. Yoongi knew he was an absolute charmer, knowing that one small smirk made any woman faint and completely oblige to whatever he wanted, so he knew getting you under his trance would be a piece of cake. 

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The Sexy, Bearded ‘We’

Pairing: Jared x Reader x Jensen

Summary: Jared says something at a con that really gets you going.

Word Count: 1,795

Warnings: threesome, oral sex (male and female receiving), smut

A/N: AU where Jensen is single, remember this is fiction! If you’re a die-hard Jensen girl and don’t want to read Jared smut, stop now. If you’re a die-hard Jared girl and don’t want to read Jensen smut, also stop now. If you’re a j2 girl, you’re in for a treat. Also I’m going to church to confess my sins after writing this.

You sat backstage, listening to your boyfriend and his costar answer a question about the beards he and Jensen had grown over their break from filming.

“We like to call ourselves - Jensen and I - the sexy, bearded ‘we’.” He grinned.

You’d always had a thing for Jared’s beard. The way it scratched at your face when he kissed you, the way it felt between your legs, just scruffy enough to leave red patches between your thighs. And there was no denying how unbelievably sexy Jensen was as well. When they both grew their beards out, good Lord.

After the panel, you met Jared in the green room, Jensen following closely behind him. 

“Oh, the sexy, bearded ‘we’ is gracing my presence.” You swooned jokingly.

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Harry: why can’t you just admit you love me?

Draco: who says i love you? hasn’t anyone told you love is weakness?

Harry:

Harry, getting up: well, if that’s how you feel, i guess you won’t mind if i leave

Draco: wait!

Harry:

Draco, gathering courage: you make me weak.

Draco: whenever you walk into a room, my heart flutters and my breath hitches and i feel weak with happiness

Draco: whenever you touch me, either with your hands or your tongue, or anything, really, my heart accelerates and goosebumps appear wherever you touch me, and my knees begin to buckle and i feel weak with desire and fondness

Draco: whenever i look at you, your gorgeous eyes, your rat’s nest hair, your impeccable body, even if a bit knobby, i feel weak with the knowledge that i have your love

Draco: you make me weak in a way only someone in love can feel

Draco: so please, even if i can’t properly say it, know that i do feel like you do

DATING POE

🔥 hes so cheeky it hurts

🔥 ”did you just touch my ass in front of the fucking general

🔥 ”babe i think you’re being dramatic”

🔥 he never stops smiling around you

🔥 you tug on his hair during sex

🔥 after long missions he’d drop everything to collapse into your arms

🔥 you’d both sneak around to the others room in the middle of the night

🔥 bb-8 angrily beeps towards you and poe when the two of you fight

🔥 poe is aggressively jealous

🔥 he constantly kisses you

🔥 ”poe im trying to rewire-“ “shush, im finally on break”

🔥 pda is usually gross but with poe it’s incredible??

🔥 just knowing how much he loves you makes you melt

🔥 you always touch foreheads before saying goodbye

🔥 he tickles you. a lot

🔥 ”i can’t- please- i will literally murder you- pfff- pOE!”

🔥 ”say uncle babe! or ill tickle it out of you!”

🔥 he doesn’t care how you look when you wake up, he could be blind and adore you

🔥 he worships you constantly

Religion.

Pairing: Matt Murdock/Reader.

Warnings: SMUT (daaah is me, what were y’all expecting). Oral sex, probably the longest and worst bj ever written in the history of written porn, dirty talk, me loving Matt.

Word Count: 1182.

Rating: 18+

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Loosely “based” on a Lana Del Rey song, I know. She wasn’t thinking about this when she wrote the song.

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Children Don’t Do The Things I Do

Originally posted by jamiebarnes

Pairing: Bucky x younger Reader

Warnings: SMUT GOOD LORD, lil bit of sir!kink, spanking, hair pulling, swearing, orgasm denial, reader dresses like a little girl (idk what that’s called lmao)

Summary: Reader is much younger than Bucky. The youngest Avenger at that. They come home from grocery shooping just to overhear Bucky, Tony, Clint, and Steve talking about her and her childishness.

Word Count: 1,994

 

A/N: Reader is 18+ and i literally know nothing about anything hahahah

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I was bored after finishing 3 seasons of Hannibal (again) and I need some refreshment. I watched Confession of shopaholic. It was a typical generic Romantic comedy movie. but COME ON FANCY DANCY with boss-office worker, shirt and tie, and THAT ACCENT THO oh my god he was so young and cute and all that jazz OMG i swooned. like, crushing harder than my 15 year-old self. screaming and blushing so hard every scene he appeared. OMG. no. i’m not ready. I fall for him hard enough already.

anonymous asked:

For the requests: could you do one where Y/N is super self-conscious about being a virgin, but she wants to have her first time with Harry and he's super patient and sweet and they take it slow and afterwards Harry craddles you in his arms and they fall asleep? That'd be cool! Thank you <3

So I was working on this and finished it last night right before I started working on four walls. I hope you enjoy this, sorry for not having a chapter of four walls ready! I love you guys, enjoy some fluffy smut.

// Virgin 

“I know I shouldn’t be embarrassed,” You mumble quietly, eyes darting in every direction valiantly trying to miss his gaze. “I am, though.” Being a virgin is not something to be ashamed of. Waiting is not something to be ashamed of. Being afraid is not something to be ashamed of. However, it’s knowing that he’s not a virgin and while it may be special to you… would it really feel the same for him? It all sounds dumb in your head, but it’s valid and It’s the thought of disappointment. It’s drop in your stomach and the twinge in your heart that causes you to practically grimace when you feel his eyes on you. Nimble fingers rub anxiously against the silky pink fabric of the robe that you’ve wrapped securely around yourself. Feet away, he sits on the couch. Black shirt fully unbuttoned. He’s got red lipstick smeared on his lips and a worried look washed over his features. He’s terrified he’s done something wrong. Afraid he’s pushed too far or overstepped some boundary… but he hasn’t. It was perfect. Warm, callused hands on your delicate hips. Sloppy, wet kisses amidst the giggles that caused your heart to soar, and then it hit you. The same sick, anxious feeling that always seemed to find its way in and push you out. You jumped from his lap, lip instantly trapped under your teeth. So now, he’s got his warm green eyes all over you, scanning your body every few seconds wanting so badly to read your mind.

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Would you Take an Arrow for Me? (Feysand)

Anonymous asked: “ Can you please write one where in the middle of Feyre and Rhysand angst fighting, Feyre sees an attacker from the corner of her and quickly pushes Rhysand out of the way so she takes the full blunt pain of the ash arrow? And Rhysand loses it”

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Feyre’s POV

Rhys had been on my nerves all day.

He’d agreed to take me with him to visit Devlon’s camp, but had neglected to inform me that he didn’t plan to let me out of his sight. I had intended to gain some hand to hand training experience from some of the battle hardened Illyrians, but hadn’t been able to focus with Rhys’ burning gaze tracking my every move.

I doubled over as my opponent’s staff landed a jab at my stomach for the third time. The lead trainer clucked at me, shaking his head.

“Your thoughts are elsewhere,” he said, eyes flicking above us to the edge of the pit. Frustrated, I growled and threw my staff to the sand.

“I’m done for now. Thank you for your time.” Without another word, I turned on my heel and exited the pit. Rhys said something as I stalked past, but the blood roaring in my ears drowned it out. He caught my elbow, forcing me to face him.

“Feyre, what is it-“

I whirled on him. “Do I need to be babysat?”

Rhys blinked once before releasing my elbow. “What? I’m not babysitting you. I’m just making sure you’re safe.”

“Damn it Rhys, I can protect myself!” He opened his mouth to either argue or agree, but I cut him off. “You know what, I’m not fighting with you about this here. If you really want to discuss, I’ll be waiting outside the camp’s border.”

I tromped past the gathered warriors, unflinching under the weight of their stares. Not every day that you witness a High Lord and Lady duking it out. The wards zinged against my skin as I crossed the camp’s barrier, instantly feeling more at ease.

I breathed the crisp autumn air deep into my lungs, letting the scent of dry leaves cool the anger in my veins. A twig snapped behind me, and I knew it was more for by benefit than an accident.

“I’m sorry you felt that I was babysitting you.” Rhys’ inky, thoughtful presence enveloped me as he came to a stop a few feet behind me.

Felt like?” I forced my voice to remain calm and steady. “Rhys, what kind of image does it present to those men if I can’t do anything without you hovering over me?” I shook my head as I faced him.

“You can do things without me, you’ve proven that-“

“But they haven’t seen any of those things first hand. I want them to be able to see me as their equal, and I can’t do that with you breathing down my neck!”

“Feyre, please, look at this through my eyes-“

“What do you see? Do you see a pitiful being that needs your protection? I can take care of myself! What are you so afraid of?“

“What am I so-“ He chuckled, the sound low and unnerving as he raked a hand through his hair. “Do you even know what they do to females in those camps? The horrible things the males do when they think no one’s watching?” I stiffened at the words.

“They wouldn’t dare touch me.”

“You’d be surprised!”

“Even still, that’s no reason for you to-“ I sucked in a breath, my focus narrowing to a glint of light over Rhys’s shoulder.

In an instant, time thickened to the consistency of syrup; everything flowing at a snail’s pace.

I saw the ash arrow whiz through the trees, tracked it’s path through the brush. It was going to impale Rhys, a clean shot right through his heart. He’d be dead in seconds.

I had barely a moment to decide, but then again, there wasn’t a decision to make.

I threw my entire body weight at him, knocking him out of the arrow’s trajectory. Birds cawed as they fled from the disturbance. I didn’t register the hit, but I knew immediately that something was wrong.

My mind was fuzzy. Spots blinked in my vision. As if outside my own body, I touched my bicep, fingers coming away wet. Distantly, I recognized the scarlet color as blood. My blood. I felt the shaft of the ashwood arrow protruding from the flesh.

And then the pain hit.

Searing, bone-deep pain lanced through my left arm, coating my veins in pure, liquid fire. Someone was screaming, probably Rhysand. Maybe it was me.

I remember crumpling to the ground and Rhys kneeling over me. Tears streaked down his cheeks as he shouted something, but the ringing in my ears was too loud for me to hear anything.

Black tinged my vison as a fresh wave of white-hot fire licked through my body. My fingers clawed at the dirt, my mouth open in a silent scream.

End this, I begged through the bond, the only thing tethering me to consciousness. Kill me, kill me, kill me-

Stop it, he growled back, suddenly fierce as he lifted me into his arms. The movement jostled the arrow, twisting it and exposing me to more of the splintering ash, bringing more agony. I was bleeding too quickly, I could feel the liquid dripping from my dangling fingers.

I was going to die. But I couldn’t leave him without saying goodbye. I fought against the black tinting my vision long enough to choke out three words down our bond.

I love you.

I plunged into the black abyss, never expecting to return.

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Rhys’ POV

I replayed the moment over and over in my mind. I’d been screaming at her, more upset and annoyed in that moment than I had ever been before. One second, she was flinging more poisonous words back in my face, and the next I was on the ground.

It had taken me a few precious moments to realize what happened.

And then I saw the blood.

There was so much blood.

It poured from around the ash arrow that had punctured straight through her arm. She’d touched it then, activating the detrimental effects of the wood.

For as long as I live, I will never forget her scream.

It tore from her throat, a blood-curdling, ear-piercing scream that rattled my bones. With half a thought, I misted every foreign body within the dark forest as I scrambled to her side.

“Feyre, darling, stay with me baby,” I pled, cradling her face in my shaking hands. Her breathing was labored- not a good sign. The ash must’ve pierced an artery, the poison coursing through her veins already reaching her vital organs.

And she was losing more blood with each increasingly weak beat of her heart.

My tears splashed onto her cheeks as her eyelids slid shut. I pulled her into my lap, the arrow twisting. Her face contorted, mouth open in a silent scream as she convulsed.

“Feyre, it’ll be alright, I love you, I love you, I love you-“

End this. Feyre’s strained, broken voice filtered through our bond. The words clanged through my entire being.

Kill me, kill me, kill me-

Stop it. I hefted her fully into my arms, phantom pains pulsing through my own arm. I knew they were but shadows of what she was enduring.

She was slipping away, our bond dimming with each moment. It guttered and flickered, like a candle in the wind.

I winnowed us to the nearest camp, directly to the healer’s tent. I remember screaming for someone, anyone, as she told me she loved me one last time. And then she was asleep.

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She’d been asleep for three days.

Over the course of those three days, healers came and went, Cassian and Azriel cried- actually cried- at their High Lady’s bedside, and Mor had taken one look at her, at the pus leaking through the bandages, and hurled her guts up.

I paced. I sat at her side, holding her hand, begging her to wake up. It was a futile effort though; she couldn’t hear me.

Her mind was shielded by a wall of solid onyx stone, not a single crack for me to slip through. I didn’t know if she was going to pull through. I became a rubber band stretched taut; one tiny incident away from snapping.

The healers had told me that the arrow had nicked her brachial artery, and that she was lucky to be alive. Most people bled out within the space of a few minutes. They said it was the strength of our mating bond that had kept her alive.

They told me it was good that she was asleep. Because that meant her body was healing. Because she couldn’t feel any pain. I tried to accept their reasoning, but I just wanted to look in her beautiful blue eyes one more time.

But she didn’t wake up.

I didn’t stop pacing.

Two more days passed the same as the others.

But then she tugged at our clouded bond.

A tiny crack in her mental shield appeared, allowing me into her consciousness. Where there had once been blindingly bright light, I found only a dim spark. But it was something at least, and I sobbed with relief.

Tenatively, carefully, I called out to her.

Feyre?

The spark flickered, dimming further. My heart lurched, and I clung to her hand like a lifeline.

Feyre, come back to me. I love you, Feyre darling.

Nothing happened. The light stayed as it was, a barely-there pinprick of her consciousness. Fresh tears spilled from my red, puffy eyes, dripping to the sterile sheets. So this was it, then. Her shield was cracking because she was dying, slipping further and further away with each passing breath.

This was her goodbye.

“Feyre, I want you to know that I will always love you.” I smoothed a hand over her golden hair, committing the feeling to memory. “I will look back on the love we shared every day for the rest of my life. And I promise-“

Sobs wracked my body as I struggled to find my voice again. It was too hard- too hard to imagine going home without her.

“I promise our daughter will know how brave, strong, and courageous her mother was. She will know that you loved her, and are watching over her.”

I kissed her hand, lips wet with salty tears. “I love you.”

Her conscious flared. Wild, senseless hope flared in my chest. My heart pounded as I tried to rationalize the momentary flash. Maybe I’d imagined it in my grief, or it was just her way of pushing my buttons one last time. But I had to make sure.

Feyre?

A pause, long and heart-wrenching. And then a single syllable from her.

Rhys.

First Impressions

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Reader finds out that she’s pregnant.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, swearing

Word Count: 1228

A/N: This was sitting in my documents for a while, so I thought why not:D I hope you’ll like it <3 

Gif’s not mine

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual


You could feel your heart beating painfully against your chest as you stared at the little stick in your hand, sitting on toilet seat.

“Okay.” You said out loud to the stick “You’re wrong. Or broken .Or both.”

You tossed it to the garbage can with the 5 other sticks and stood up, breathing hard , then pressed your palms to your eyes, wiping your eyes.

“A plan.” You muttered “Yeah. A plan. Don’t freak out. Just make a plan.”

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||Anxiety Attack|| Theo Raeken Imagine

{Requested: Hey. can u please write a really fluffy theo imagine where the reader gets really anxious/has an anxiety attack? these type of imagines really help me cope with my anxiety and seeing characters that i love being so accepting helps me think that my friends will be too. thank u!}

“Oh god, I’m sorry-”
“(Y/N), I’m the one who bumped into you, stop apologizing."Theo mumbled as he wrapped his left arm around my shoulders.
"Heh, sorry about that- oh god sorry-"I started to say before I saw Theo grabbed my hands.
"Are you okay?"He asked, turning to me.
I shut my eyes tightly, looking down as I steadied my breath.
"Yeah, I’m good."I answered, trying to calm down.
"Are you having a panic attack?"He asked, making me shake my head.
"No, no, I’m good.’‘I answered, biting down on the inside of my cheeks.
I looked up to see Theo with concern written all over his face.
"Did something happen at home?"Theo asked.
I shook my head no, making him frown.
"Don’t lie to me (Y/N)."He warned.
"I had a fight with my dad today. He said I was weak and over exaggerating when I told him that I didn’t feel stable enough to come to school. I of course believed him, but I’m not trying to exaggerate."I explained, making his face soften.
"That man still doesn’t understand, does he?"Theo asked, clenching his jaw.
"It’s our first day of our last semester of high school and that asshole already ruined your morning."Theo grumbled.
I let out a shaky breath as Theo and I walked to our first class. He and I sat in the front, knowing I liked to sit right next to the teacher. He rubbed my back as the rest of the students walked in, making me lower my head. Stiles and Scott stopped in front of our table, making me look up at them.
"Ready for our first class?"Stiles asked, ecstatic.
"Yeah, always ready."I answered, smiling lightheartedly.
Scott frowned, immediately looking at Theo. I watched as they exchanged looks before both looking at me.
"Glad to hear you’re ready, wish I had that confidence."Scott spoke up.
"You know me, always confident…"I mumbled, fake laughing.
Oh my god, did I really say that? Dammit (Y/N), now they surely know that you’re not okay.
Suddenly the teacher walked in, making everyone sit in their seats.
"Good morning class, I’m Mrs.Bennett."Our teacher spoke up, making me look up at her with timid eyes.
She looked around the class until she looked directly at me, her eyes softening as she realized my tired and fearful expression. She cleared her throat before looking down at the paper in her hands.
"I actually have a seating chart ready-”
“Ughhhh!"The whole class groaned.
"I know, I know. I’m sorry but next month you’ll get to choose your own spot."She muttered before walking over to my seat.
”(Y/N) (Y/L/N)!“Mrs.Bennet yelled, pointing at my seat.
I raised my hand slightly, making her smile gently.
"Perfect, you’re already sitting here."She mumbled.
As soon as she pointed at Theo’s seat, Theo jumped to his feet.
"Actually Mrs.Bennett, I need to be next to (Y/N)."Theo spoke up, making her furrow her eyebrows.
"Cute, as much as it kills me to keep you two lovebirds away from each other, I have to."She answered, making Theo’s smile falter.
"Mam, I mean it. I need to her next to her for the sake of-”
“Look sir, I don’t want any trouble, especially not in the first day. Please stop arguing with me and let me continue with the seating chart."Mrs.Bennett grumbled, making Theo glare.
"No, I don’t think you get it. When I mean I need to sit next to her, I mean I literally have to be by her side."Theo argued.
Mrs.Bennett clenched her jaw, ignoring Theo.
"Bree Bennett."Mrs.Bennett said, making me freeze.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like Bree, I just hated being near people I knew nothing about. I’ve seen her in the halls and she seems pretty nice, when she’s not spreading rumors and intentionally ruining lives.
"Yeah, I don’t think so."Theo muttered, sitting back down.
"If you don’t move by the time Bree makes it to the front of the classroom, you’re going directly to the principles office."Mrs.Bennett warned.
"Theo, it’s okay."I mumbled, fidgeting with my fingers as my foot moved up and down rapidly.
I hate conflict of any sort, which is why Theo made it his duty to keep me away from the supernatural and protect me. By now Bree was already standing by Theo.
"Cmon your girlfriend can survive 45 minutes without you, and if she can’t then I’m sorry she’s pathetic because she needs a guy to baby her-”
“If you keep talking, I won’t hesitate to shut you up with my fist."Theo threatened, making my eyes widen.
"What kind of guy hits girls?"Bree asked, glaring at him.
"Well I’m not so sure you’re a girl anymore, the amount of guys you slept with-"Theo started to say but was cut off by Mrs.Bennett shouting at him.
"Go to the office, now!"She yelled, fuming.
Theo looked over to me and looked to see if it was okay for him to leave. I looked up at nodded.
"I’m sorry."I mouthed, making him pout.
"Stop saying sorry (Y/N)…"He mumbled before walking out the door.
The rest of the class went by slowly and agonizingly. There was tension between Bree and I, so much I felt the need to hold my breath for as long as I could. I tried to focus on what Mrs.Bennett was saying but the thoughts popping up in my head kept distracting me. Theo’s in trouble because of me, my dad is becoming more violent and I still have to walk back into that horrible house. I was on edge and anyone who had functioning eyes could see. I was so on edge, Stiles had to throw his pencil at me. Once the pencil hit me, I snapped my head to see him with furrowed eyebrows and a concerned facial expression.
"Are you okay?"He mouthed.
I tilted my head, trying to pretend as if I didn’t know why he was concerned. He pointed to my leg which was bouncing even faster than before. It was only then that I realized that I had hurt my thumb by digging my nails into it and sliding them on my thumb.
"Can you please stop?"Bree spat, making me look at her with fear.
"I’m sorry?"I spoke up, confused.
"Moving your damn foot, it’s distracting."Bree muttered, making me slide my sharp nails against my thumb even rougher than before.
"I um- I- I’m sorry-”
“Let me guess, you can’t. Quit being an attention seeking bitch, people like you disgust me."Bree muttered, making my eyes tear up.
"She’s not an attention seeker."Scott and Stiles spoke up.
"The only bitch in this class is you Bree so do us a favor and shut up!"Stiles spat, making Mrs.Bennett turn around.
"Watch your mouth."She warned, making Scott scoff.
"So when she insults (Y/N) you don’t say anything but when Stiles defend (Y/N), now you jump in."Scott muttered.
"Sounds like favoritism."Stiles added.
By now my foot was stomping down on the floor so fast that I was starting to get tired. The back and forth bickering only managed to make me more upset, and it didn’t help that the words my father told me this morning kept playing and playing in my mind. I needed to get out, I needed air. I suddenly started to gasp quietly for air, slamming my fist down onto my thigh as I looked for the door. Out of nowhere, I felt hands on my shoulders before I was shoved onto the floor. This pushed me over the edge as suddenly the image of my dad standing in front of me appeared, making me back away as I struggled to breathe. My legs and arms went numb as I blinked a couple times. Soon I was met with stares from the whole class. I need to get out now, I need to fucking get out of here. As soon as the door opened, Theo rushed in and helped me up to my feet. He dragged me out of the classroom while Stiles started to cuss at Bree and Scott argued with the teacher.
”(Y/N) what’s wrong with you?“Theo asked, pulling me into the nearest empty classroom.
I shut my eyes close as Theo finally realized heard my palpitations. Tears falling as I stumbled into the corner, grabbing onto my hair as I slid down a wall.
"Breathe baby, breathe."Theo whispered, making sure to not touch me.
"Is it okay if I grab your hands or face?"He asked, making me shake my head no as I started to sob loudly.
"Can I rub your back?"He asked, making me nod.
The way he gently rubbed my back made me feel more relaxed and calm.
"Can you look at me please?"He asked.
I ignored him and proceeded to gasp for air as dug my nails into my scalp, my eyes shut tightly.
”(Y/N), please look at me.“Theo begged, but I didn’t listen.
”(Y/N) I need you to look at me.“Theo muttered.
I finally looked up at him with tears bloodshot eyes.
"How many fingers do I have up."He asked, holding up 4.
"4."I managed to choke out.
"Good job, you got it right. Now how many fingers do I have up?"He asked.
"10."I answered, still palpitating.
"Fantastic, you got it right. Of course you would, you’re a smart woman."He mumbled as tears stopped running down my cheeks.
"Now I need you to breathe in and then out every time I say a number. I’m going to count to ten, okay?"He asked, making me nod.
"10…9….8…7…6…5…4…3…2… and 1."He whispered as I did as I was told to.
Theo managed to help my breathing slow down, which I was thankful for.
"You’re doing great (Y/N)."Theo addressed, rubbing my back soothingly.
"What’s your name?"He asked.
”(Y/N) (Y/L/N).“I answered, calming down.
"Where are you from?"He asked.
"I’m from some fucked up place called Beacon Hills."I mumbled, making him chuckle.
I let out a shaky breath before slowly looking up to see Theo staring down at me.
"How’re you feeling?"He asked.
"Ok."I answered, inhaling slowly.
"Good, good."He mumbled, running his fingers trough my hair.
I looked around and started laughing slightly, making Theo furrow his eyebrows.
"I hate being this dramatic, I’m sorry."I muttered, smiling sadly.
Theo sighed and shook his head disappointingly, I didn’t blame him. I was disappointed with myself too.
(Theo’s P.O.V)
"You really can’t stop saying sorry, can’t you?"I asked, making her furrow her eyebrows.
"That’s what you were disappointed about and you’re barely finding that out?"She asked, shocked.
"I’m not disappointed, I just finally realized you physically can’t stop saying sorry."I answered, shrugging.
"So you’re not mad or disappointed for what happened?"She asked, making my smile falter.
"Anxiety attacks are absolutely awful and hard to avoid, why would I be mad at you for having one? If anything, I’m mad at myself for not being able to help you out as much as I wish I could."I answered.
"You being by my side and helping me calm down is the best thing anyone could do for me. Thank you for helping me through them."She mumbled, resting her head against my shoulder.
"Do you feel good enough to go back to class or do you want to skip school the rest of the day and relax-”
“Skipping class gives me anxiety, skipping school is worse. I’d rather just go back to class."She muttered.
"Class it is."I muttered, helping her up to her feet.
We both walked back to class, (Y/N) immediately tensing up as all eyes landed on us.
"You’re okay."I whispered, squeezing her hand reassuringly.
"I’m okay."She mumbled, eyes wide with fear.
"I love you."I reminded her as we sat in the back of the classroom.
Her grip on my hand softened, as she looked up at me with soft glossy eyes.
"I love you too."She stated, smiling warmly at me.
Luckily Mrs.Bennett didn’t say anything and kept going on with her boring lesson. The rest of the class (Y/N) kept listening to Mrs.Bennet go on with whatever the hell she was talking about while I stared intently at her. She definitely felt better than when class started, better than when she was having her anxiety attack. The girl in front of us passed me a note, making me confused. I opened it and instantly recognized the handwriting. The note asked if (Y/N) was okay, making me look up to the front of the class to see Scott looking tapping his ear. I instantly figured out what he was trying to say.
"She had an anxiety attack."I whispered, only audible for Scott to hear.
"Is she okay now?"I heard Scott ask.
I looked over to see (Y/N) grinning as she laughed at a joke the teacher said. I grinned widely at her, feeling my heart flutter as her grin grew wider, squinting her eyes.
"Yeah, she’s okay."————————————————————•
If someone you know has an anxiety attack or panic attack please don’t touch them without asking them. If you touch them without asking, you could make them feel uncomfortable/ worse. If they do let you touch them then try to help them sit down on the floor and rub their back or do something you know would help them relax. Ask them simple questions to help them focus on something else to distract them from the awful feeling of panic/anxiety. If they can’t answer simple questions, don’t get frustrated twirl them because you will only make them feel worse. Instead ask them yes or no questions and please be patient. Have a wonderful day everyone!

anonymous asked:

What's the MOST EXTRA Bellarke scene you like?

The MOST EXTRA? Just one?!? These two are insane for each other. 

This is a tough choice, Nonny, but I gotta go with:

Originally posted by bellaamyblakee

Bellamy Blake, in the midst of a dangerous rescue mission, on his own and with no backup, because he couldn’t wait for a proper rescue mission to get to her, takes precious seconds to brush the hair away from Clarke’s face. This was so not the time to get soft, Blake. NOT THE TIME but he seems unable to stop himself when it’s about Clarke and who can blame the poor guy. Love makes us do stupid things.

BONUS MOMENT (cause I can’t help myself):

Originally posted by thehundredbellarke

Bellamy Blake pulling the same soft move after finding the nerdiest, most unnecessary reason to touch Clarke Griffin. 

Please, Bellarke fam, reblog with your fav EXTRA moment from these two dorks in love.