I don’t know if I’m in love but oh god it sure feels that way. The sun shines differently on her and her smile washes over me like the first light of morning and she just cut her hair so that her ear sticks out from behind golden strands in the most beautiful way. She’s made of moonbeams and lavender and her mind works in the most beautiful ways; she’s not innocent but she is so good and kind to me. When she’s close to me I swear my blood corrodes my veins and it’s all I can do not to kiss her, let all the I love you’s that I’ve whispered into the darkness of my room cascade from my lips, to let her know everything even if it hurts. To tell her that she means everything to me.
Warning: 18+, contains adult content. Do not read if it’s not for you.
Word Count: 1,904
Summary: You might just get a special present if you’re well behaved.
It was a long day of work for Jaebum and the only thing he could think about was getting home to you. He walks through the doorway, his shirt slightly undone. Seeing you wearing his favorite shirt that looks like a mini dress on you makes him want to take action, but he was just a little too tired to make any moves… Or was he?
it’s honestly so embarassing how actual professional tv writers came up with the isabella storyline and thought it would be a good idea, like in the end it really was all a big fucking coincedence that she showed up at the same time ed and oswald were growing closer, that the first thing she says to ed is a riddle, that she accepts him for being a murderer, that she is basically a perfect version of kristen and looks 100% like her, that she had no family or friends at all and when she died the only person they contacted and the only person who showed up was ed aka someone she knew for less than a week, like this is all just so fucking embarassing i can’t
Warnings: so much fluff you’ll cringe (its bad you guys)
Author’s Note: this is[cringe i apologize]for the song challenge for February! It’s based off of Moving Too Fast from The Last Five Years. The theme for this month was love/fluff, so here it is. I hope you enjoy it ;)
“And then, Mr. Stark said he would upgrade my suit and basically be my mentor! Isn’t that awesome!”
Peter heard you giggle on the other end of the phone. “That is awesome, Pete! I am really, really happy for you.”
His lips curled as he glanced down at the pink and white daisies in his hands, bouncing on his toes as he exhaled in content.
“Hey, you should go check your front door,” Peter smirked while he took a few steps back from your doormat.
“Whyyy…?” you intoned, the sound of you opening your door appearing through the phone. “What are you up to?”
Peter gasped, “W-what? Me? Up to something? Never!”
You shook your head with a grin before you opened your door, revealing a well dressed smiling dork in a suit holding a bouquet of flowers.
“Hey, Pete, I gotta go,” you whispered into the phone, “There’s some weird guy at my front door with flowers. I think he might be Spider-Man.”
He snorted before replying, “I wonder why he’s there. Maybe it’s because he wants to know if you would escort the lucky nerd to a party?”
You bit your lip and brought your hand to your chin, acting like you were thinking hard about it. “I don’t know, Pete. Do you think he wants it to be like a date?”
“If that’s what you want,” he said with hopeful eyes.
“Okay, I’ll let you know what happens,” you said before hanging up on the phone. Crossing your arms, you sighed and tilted your head to the side as Peter placed his phone in his pocket and straightened his shoulders. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Peter chuckled, handing you the daisies.
“Thank you for the flowers, they are beautiful. But considering I have been seeing someone for the past few weeks, I don’t know if I can accept.”
Peter shrugged and nodded his head, “As long as he treats you right.”
“He does,” you confirmed and leaned close to Peter, “He’s kind of a superhero.”
“Well,” he licked his lips and leaned closer to you so that your faces were inches apart. “Maybe I can change your mind.”
“I don’t know,” you teased, nudging his forehead with yours, “Maybe if you asked me to be your girlfriend?”
Peter laughed and closed the distance between the two of you while you wrapped your hand around his neck to pull him closer. His arms rested in the small of your back and you lifted your leg up behind you, leaning backward as your lips continued to move in sync.
He pulled away with a dorky grin, “(Y/n) (L/n), will you be my girlfriend?”
You bit your lip and wiggled your eyebrows. “When did you become so smooth, Pete? I’ve known you for quite some time and you’ve never been able to compliment a girl without stuttering. I applaud you on that.”
He chuckled and shrugged, clasping his hands together that were still resting on your back. “Will you just answer the question? I really like you and I’ve been waiting all day-”
“Well, I’ve been waiting five years, but you don’t see me complaining!” You said with a smirk.
“(Y/n),” Peter intoned, giving you a small puppy dog pout.
“Fine! I guess I’ll be your girlfriend.”
The two of you laughed and he kissed you once more. “Did I just hear an alarm start ringin’?” He hummed as you continued to kiss him. You pulled away and raised your eyebrows in confusion. “Did I see sirens go flying past?”
“Okay,” you began while patting his shoulder, “You good? Cause I don’t see or hear anything.”
“I’ve just got this singular impression things are moving too fast,” he replied with a smile.
You furrowed your brows, “Like a good fast or a bad fast?”
“A good fast! I just didn’t expect all these good things to happen so fast…”
“Well,” you straightened your shoulders and rested your arms on his, “good things happen to good people. Just keep being the amazing, awesome hero that you are and who knows what’ll happen?”
“Maybe you’ll marry me.”
You choked, “Look, I like you a lot, Pete. But you just asked me to be your girlfriend. So, good job at being ridiculously cheesy right there.”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!”
But he wasn’t. If only he knew that fifteen years later, he would be waiting in a tux down at the end of the aisle for you.
Description: Phil has four million subscribers, but Dan’s the only one he wants to celebrate with.
Genre: Smut! (my first smut)
Warnings: Sex (obviously) and a hell of a lot of kinks
Notes:Don’t worry ya’ll Phil tops
Phil awoke to the familiar scents of bacon and coffee wafting into his room. He picked up his phone to find that it was 11:00. It was a decent enough time to wake up, and he hadn’t been up late the night before, so, always eager for bacon, Phil put on his glasses and walked to the kitchen.
“Oh, hey, Phil,” Dan said upon seeing Phil enter the kitchen. “Didn’t expect you to be up this early.”
“I could say the same about you. Weren’t you on Tumblr until 3 this morning?”
“Yes, I was. That’s how I knew it was a special occasion, so I got up early to make breakfast for you.” Phil was curious as Dan placed a plate in front of him. There were four pieces of bacon, making up a shape resembling the number 4. Dan then poured the coffee into Phil’s “Daddy” mug, along with the creamer he knew Phil liked, and set the cup of coffee in front of Phil, smiling at him.
Looking at the 4 made of bacon, Phil finally remembered. When he had gone to bed the night before, Phil had almost reached four million YouTube subscribers. This had to be what Dan was celebrating. “I hit four mil, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, you did. Isn’t it great? My boyfriend is famous.” Dan grinned at Phil and the older boy chuckled.
“I’ll be back. Go ahead and finish your breakfast.” Dan left the kitchen, still grinning. Phil could tell he was planning something. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was the four pieces of bacon right in front of him that he didn’t want to neglect any longer.
Phil didn’t understand how Dan could make such good bacon. He smiled, happy with his meal and his boyfriend’s cooking skills, and took a sip of his coffee. Dan walked in, and Phil nearly spit out his drink.
Dan was wearing cat ears on top of his head, along with the cat mask that had been tucked away in Phil’s bedside trunk since the Internet Trivia video video they’d filmed with Connor Franta a year and a half earlier. Phil’s eyes continued to scan down Dan’s body, where he next found Dan’s favorite black lace panties. Looking over Dan once again, Phil was rock hard in an instant.
Dan tossed Phil a bottle of lube and left the kitchen once again. Phil was absolutely mesmerized by Dan’s sudden appearance, and it took him a minute to gather himself enough to remember that his perfect boyfriend was waiting for him. Phil absentmindedly walked to his room, where he found Dan lying on Phil’s unmade bed, legs spread and waiting.
“You remember what mug I gave your coffee to you in this morning?” Dan asked in his most seductive voice, smirking. Phil was getting anxious waiting for him, but he answered anyway, upon realizing what Dan was doing.
“The daddy mug.” Phil returned the smirk.
“Yes, daddy.” Phil rolled his eyes at Dan’s horrible attempt at a pick-up line, but that was why he loved him. Phil decided he might as well continue, since he was getting very impatient, wanting Dan almost as much as Dan wanted him. Almost.
“You want daddy to fuck you?” Dan nodded and Phil sat down on the bed, only for Dan to sit up and press his lips to Phil’s. Dan then planted kisses all down Phil’s body before pulling off his lounge pants, revealing his erection. The younger boy then pulled off Phil’s boxers and took him in his mouth. Phil moaned, almost not expecting Dan to be so adventurous. Dan gazed up at Phil with his loving, brown eyes as he pleasured the older boy.
Phil could feel himself about to orgasm and he let out the words between sharp breaths: “Now stop so I can fuck you harder than you ever thought possible.” Dan immediately opened his mouth and Phil pulled out. The older boy opened the bottle of lube Dan had given him earlier and squeezed some onto his fingers.
“Spread,” Phil commanded, and Dan immediately presented himself to him. Phil put one finger into Dan, who immediately whined for more. “No complaining or I’ll make you wait.” Dan stopped whining in an instant, and Phil inserted another finger, scissoring them and making Dan moan.
“Daddy, I need you…”
“Stop whining or I’ll have to punish you.”
“Maybe I want to be punished .” Phil smiled at this, feeling dangerous. He inserted a third finger while reaching up to Dan’s head with his other finger with his free hand and pulling his hair. Phil knew Dan loved that. The younger boy let out a moan of both pain and pleasure. “Fuck me, daddy, please.”
Phil pulled his fingers out and spread some lube on his cock before finally inserting it into Dan’s tight asshole. Dan moaned out as Phil thrust into his prostate. “Daddy, I’m ready.”
“Not yet. I’m not done with you.” Phil grabbed Dan by the neck and choked him as he thrust yet again. Dan cried out in pain, but Phil knew he loved it. After one more thrust, Phil finally came, and Dan complained of being near yet again.
“Daddy, I’m gonna come!”
“Not until I say.”
“You know I just love to see you beg. Come.” Dan came all over his stomach in one final moan, and Phil gently traced his tongue around Dan’s stomach, licking up all the cum.
The two laid in Phil’s bed, out of breath. They linked hands and Dan turned his head to face Phil. “Phil…”
“Congratulations on four million subscribers.”
Phil looked at the boy, staring into his deep brown eyes. He may have been the one to hit four million subscribers, but to Phil, all that mattered was the boy right in front of him. “Thanks. You know I love you, right?”
“Of course I do. By the way, you should probably tweet about that.” Dan got up and walked out the door. He popped his head back in and added, “Don’t forget, we just woke up.” Dan winked before disappearing. Phil was barely able to pull out his phone before Dan popped back in again. “I love you too, by the way.”
A/N- So yeah this is my first smut… It’s kinda a train wreck but if you thought it was a good train wreck (if that’s a thing?) then let me know and I may write more smut in the future?
Pairing: Shawn Mendes x non-gender specific character Request: 69 and 135 from this prompt list/drabble challenge. Rating: Teen and up Words: 1050
A/N: It may be unclear, but they’re just friends. There is a detailed nightmare scene including fire, so if that is something that you are sensitive to, you might not want to read this.
My heart is pounding in my chest as I run down the eerie hallway. The cries follow my ears wherever I go, the sound never seeming to decrease. I turn left around the corner and the hallway gets darker. I feel my chaser close in on me. My legs are burning, my head feels light and every breath burns my dry throat. The exhaustion from dashing through hallway after hallway is overwhelming and I want to give up, but there’s a door at the end of this particular corridor and I find hope. Reaching the metal door, I find it peculiarly light and almost trip when I yank it open. Without looking back I sprint outside.
The freedom I had expected is nowhere to be seen. The screams have come to life in the form of bodies in the fire that I can’t find the end of. Heat surrounds my body and I scream until my lungs are empty when something solid takes a hold of my shoulder.
“Wake up!” The voice above me wails, bouncing me back to reality.
Shawn is leaning over me with a distressed look on his face. I touch my forehead to find it damp from the sweat despite feeling like my core is frozen. He moves back and kneels on the bed, but his had remains against my arm.
(in which I realize how horrible I am at describing books)
As 2016 draws to a close, I decided to make a list of ten of my favorite books I read this year (not necessarily books published in 2016 though). I hope you all appreciate this, and I’d love to know what books you loved this year as well!
In no particular order:
1. The Start of Me and You by Emery Lord: This was one of the first books I read this year, and it was so adorable I just had to put it on this list. It’s about a girl whose first and only boyfriend died, so she is now living her life with a lot more caution. Basically, it just chronicles how she copes with this and lives her life (I’m so sorry that was a horrible synopsis haha). By no means was the writing beautiful, and there were plenty of cringe-worthy moments, but it was just a nice and (mostly) fluffy read. All the references to literature (specifically to Pride and Prejudice) made my nerdy heart happy. Also, I am such a sucker for a cute nerdy guy (both in books and real life, haha–honestly, if you know of a good book with this kind of guy, let me know) so I understandably loved Max.
2. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen: The Start of Me and You was actually what convinced me to finally read this classic, and boy am I glad I did!!! Honestly, I’m so obsessed with this story (which I don’t think I need to summarize). Like, this obsession is unhealthy. I’ve only read the book once, but I’ve watched the miniseries like three times this year and the movie (from 2005, obviously) probably (and I am not even kidding) 20 or 30 times this year. Keira Knightley and Matthew MacFadyen (if you’re as in love with him as I am, you HAVE to listen to him reading some of Pride and Prejudice – I want him to narrate my life omg) are literally my faves fajkldjgaoi I AM OBSESSED AAH. But I digress, because this is about books. Basically I love it.
3. First & Thenby Emma Mills: Okay so this is a modern retelling of Pride and Prejudice (are you noticing a theme?? – I could literally read/watch nothing but P&P adaptations for the rest of my life and be perfectly content). As the blurb on Goodreads said, it’s like Pride and Prejudice meets Friday Night Lights. Basically, it follows this girl named Devon and the football star, Ezra. I’m so obsessed that I completely ignored my complete and utter abomination for all sports in order to enjoy the P&P aspect and it was so cute I finished it in less than a day.
4. Winter by Marissa Meyer: I loved the entire Lunar Chronicles series, but this one was my favorite. Basically, the series is a sort of sci-fi/dystopian fairy tale retelling with cyborgs and space travel and I really enjoyed it . Also, the cover??? Amazing.
5. Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury: This is a well-known classic, so I’ll spare you the details, but it was just so good (and it’s nice and short if that’s something that interests you) and so scarily accurate for a dystopian novel.
6. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee: Again, a well-known classic about racism and basic human morality in a southern town during the Great Depression. I have nothing to say that you haven’t heard before, so I’ll just say: it was absolutely wonderful.
7. Paperweight by Meg Haston: I want to preface this by saying it heavily discusses eating disorders, so that is something to be mindful of. It was such a raw and captivating story and I felt it handled the topic well. I really felt for the characters. The story was sad and disheartening (an intrinsic quality when it comes to mental illness) but I just felt Haston did a really amazing job with it.
8. Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon: This book is about a girl with an illness so severe she can’t leave her own home. It follows her life as she becomes interested in her new neighbor (I am blowing myself away with my horrible synopses hahaha - if you really want to know, click the book titles to go to their respective Goodreads pages). It was a really interesting story that I flew right through.
9. The Sun is Also a Star by Nicola Yoon: I know I’ve mentioned this one before, but I’ll do it again. It’s about a Jamaican girl whose family is about to be deported and a Korean boy who doesn’t want to follow the plan his parents have set out for them. They spend a day together in New York City and it’s pretty great. I loved the little in-between perspectives we got and the blend of science and romance/fate/destiny kind of stuff. I loved it!!
10. The Memory of Light by Francisco X. Stork: This is another book about mental illness – specifically depression, suicidal thoughts, and schizophrenia. It’s about a girl who, after attempting suicide, gets to know three other kids with problems like hers. It didn’t romanticize mental illness or sugarcoat anything, and it made me cry (and I don’t cry often at books) but it was a really captivating story.
There you have it, folks! My top ten from 2016. I sincerely wish you all a wonderful 2017 filled with happiness, love, and new memories!!! I love you all!
Everyone thinks that Jensen and Misha just gradually became friends—drawn together by some invisible chemistry that eventually mixed them into the lovely Cockles-concoction we know today.
But it wasn’t actually that subtle; which makes sense when you think about it because neither are really “subtle” guys. Jensen is blunt and to the point, and Misha is just an explosion of Mishaness.
So, when the two met on set, there were no handshakes that led to sitting together for lunch, that finally led to beers after work and so on. No, that’s not how it happened at all.
How it did happened actually came about thanks to Misha’s wardrobe. The man would show up to set every day in some ratty old t-shirt, beaten up corduroys and crocs or, a decent looking sweater vest, dirty jeans and crocs. It was always some horrible blend of mismatched fabric and those god damn, sinful, no-one-should-ever-wear-them-even-if–it’s-a-choice-between-putting-them-on-or-walking-on-broken-glass,-pick-broken-glass crocs!
After three weeks of this, Jensen had had enough. No guy with that bone structure and that body, and those damn eyes that could literally go with anything (except crocs), should downplay it all with outfits like that!
So, in spite of the fact that they only ever had several casual chats at that point, and everything was pretty much still strictly business between them, Jensen still made the choice to wait outside Misha’s trailer, eagerly tapping his foot and crossing his arms until the man finally arrived.
When he did, he looked confused at the sight of his co-star waiting by his door, but that was nothing compared to the look he gave him when Jensen shouted “Finally! My trailer, now!”
Misha thought he did something wrong—thought he was getting fired or maybe made a joke that was inappropriate and offended Jensen in some way. He wracked his brain the entire scurry to Jensen’s place, sweating more with every silent step.
When they finally got inside, Jensen shut the door behind them, looking Misha hard in the eye before saying “Take those off” while pointing down at the crocs adorning Misha’s feet. Misha did as he was told, thinking Jensen just might have a rule about shoes in his trailer or something. But he was a little taken aback when the man instructed him to take off his “Oscar the Grouch” t-shirt as well.
“Um … what are we doing?” Misha finally asked, stopping his hands as they reached for the hem of his shirt.
“It seems like you’re un-dressing me” Misha returned, furrowing his brow at his confusing co-star.
Jensen finally leaned in, his voice—steady and serious. “All this …” the man starts, gesturing to Misha’s outfit. “Does not count as clothes, therefore, you are not dressed.”
Misha continues to stare, nervous and skeptical as the man turns around and retrieves the shirt and pants he had folded on the counter, just before coming back and shoving them into his arms.
“Here, this is better.”
Misha looks down at the garments, noticing the nice quality of the button up and the tailored seams of the pants. “Ummm, okay, but why?”
Jensen sighs, eventually pinching the bridge of his nose like this is all so obvious, and it is a rather large chore just to explain it. “Because … I’m not going to let one of my friends walk around looking like a mix between a drugged up hippie and a drowned rat.”
Misha could have scoffed at the insulting comparison; he could have shoved the clothes back at the man and told him to go to hell; he could have strutted away in his crocs like he was on a Paris runway—all things he would have normally done if it was anyone else standing in front of him. But the sound of the word “friends” slipping past Jensen’s lips was too sincere to even fathom doing any of that. So instead, he took the outfit and headed into the back to change.
Later that night, the two nicely dressed men went out for drinks, laughing over each other’s stories, joking about one another’s impeccable taste and bumping shoulders the entire way back to the car.