did i mention the pizza was good

Barry Allen secretly having a crush on you would include...

Originally posted by itsacoffeeshop

(Not my gif)

  • Antisocial buddies
  • “I need friends”
  • “Same” ;
  • Adorable hugs ;
  • If you ever get insecure he’d be there and tell you that you are the most beautiful person on this earth
  • and every other earth he has visited
  • and that’s a lot of earths;
  • You secretly stealing his t-shirts and hoodies like:
  • “Y/N, is that my shirt?”
  • “What, no. I-I bought that last week”
  • “……It’s a double your size…..”
  • “SHUT UP” ;
  • Him bringing three boxes of donuts because he needs to eat double your meal
  • and maybe a pizza box
  • and fries ; 
  • He thinks you look adorable all the time;
  • Late night talks. ;
  • Watching old movies.
  • and mayyyybeee cuddle
  • Him acting as if that never happened because he blushes like mad when you mention it
  • Falling asleep with your head on his chest.
  • Him waking up first
  • always
  • “Can you give me my-”
  • him bringing it from the other end of the house in 0.00000001 sec.
  • he would do anything for you tbh ;
  • “Y/N!” 
  • “What?”
  • “I have something for you”
  • Him handing you a batarang
  • “I just had to ask”
  • “Haha, you didn’t just say ‘Can i keep this?’ right?”
  • “….” ;
  • Him in fear of ruining your friendship because of his crush
  • So he hides it;
  • AND HE SAID ‘You are adorable”
  • Raging at video games
  • and then he wins
  • and you facepalm ;
  • “Do you remember how i told you about my powers?”
  • “Oh, you mean the “OHMAGODOHMAGODOHMAGOD I’M SUPER FAST” thing. Yep, i remember.” ;
  • Barry telling Bruce and Diana about his crush on you
  • them trying to set you two up
  • “Hey Barry?” Diana says
  • “Yeah?”
  • “Why don’t you ask Y/N on a date”
  • You standing like 3-4 meters away
  • “W-what?” you say frozen
  • “…….DIANA WHY”
  • Barry Allen exposed
  • you say yes


Feed the Belly

Dean x Reader

Summary: You’re pregnant and Dean’s being super caring. Sadly, this also means he’s cooking healthy, nutritious food for you and the baby. All the healthy food, for months. Until you’ve had enough. 

Word Count: 1100+

Munch. Munch. Munch.

You were stuffing your face with cookies, and ice cream, and pizza. Yes, all three of those. Yes, at the same time.

Sure, a few months ago you would have judged something like this as disgusting, super unhealthy, a great recipe for a heart disease… But, after countless weeks of kale, cabbage, spinach, carrots, lean meat, and lentils… you just didn’t care anymore. You wanted all the junk food, now.

The pregnancy book was staring at you from the table, and you stared back, glared even as your lips wrapped around a spoon of chocolate ice-cream. Take this, you stupid book.

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anonymous asked:

why should I watch worth it, convince me (can buzzfeed actually not be trash, I always figured unsolved was the exception) —@demonwheezes


  • epic food!! at 3 drastically different price points (ahaha)!! it makes you hungry but ya just admire the food and admire the Boys and Food Is Art
  • Andrew and Steven and Adam are three of the purest boys you’ll ever meet honestly like they’re so funny and soft and good
  • ya get to bond with me over worth it
  • it makes you crave like pizza or tacos or whatever they’re eating
  • food not your style? maybe life is! head on over to worth it lifestyle and watch Ryan nut over cool shoes!!! Saf and Tyler partake in a date! Ryan/Helen play dodgeball! Evan Ghang in a suit!!!
  • bfu is traveling pals who ghost hunt and worth it is traveling pals who eat! truly living the life!
  • did I mention you get to bond with me
  • gems like this:

existentialflu  asked:

i feel like this is hella specific while still being incredibly vague as a prompt but i believe in u: how about rob is upset about something (your choice) and trying his damnedest to hide it as usual, and liv cheers him up without even realising she's doing it? bonus points if aaron does notice but actually thinks that is the most effective way of cheering up rob <33

Liv raised an eyebrow as she looked at Robert hunched over on the couch, staring blankly at the television. It was late enough on Saturday morning, late enough for it to be strange that Robert was still in his pyjamas, the ridiculous Star Wars patterned trousers she’d bought him last Christmas paired with a hoodie of Aaron’s she was prone to stealing herself.

Spreading some more chocolate spread on the pile of toast she’d made herself, Liv picked up her cup of tea, padding across the kitchen to join Robert on the couch, plonking herself down beside him unceremoniously.

“Why are you watching the news?” Liv rolled her eyes, dumping her plate and mug down on the coffee table, half expecting Robert’s usual lecture about getting a coaster.

Robert shrugged, glancing at the television. “Wanted to see if the world had ended yet,” he quipped, gesturing at the news story about Trump.

Liv rolled her eyes, grabbing the control and turning Netflix on, flicking through the shows they’d been watching. She and Robert had been working their way through American Horror Story, Aaron not one bit interested in watching it with them.

“Have you been watching it without me?” Liv asked, suspicious. She could have sworn they’d only been on season three, but Netflix was telling her otherwise.

Robert shook his head. “I think we both fell asleep the other week when we were watching it,” he admitted, leaning back in his seat, the sleeves of Aaron’s hoodie tugged down around his wrists. “Bit gorey for this hour of the morning though, innit?”

Liv rolled her eyes. “What do you want to watch then?”

Robert reached across for the control, flicking through the options on Netflix before he came to an unfamiliar title. “Fawlty Towers,” he grinned, as if Liv should know what that was. “We used to watch this all the time growing up. It aired in like the 1970s, and they only ever made twelve episodes, but it’s the best.”

“The 70s? Jesus, Robert, how old are you?”

Robert rolled his eyes, shoving at her side. “I’m not that old, cheeky. It’s a classic, you’ll love it.”

Liv settled back on the couch, offering Robert a slice of toast before she spoke. “If I don’t, I’m making you watch all of Stranger Things from the beginning again.”

“For the third time?” Robert raised an eyebrow. First time around, the three of them had watched it together, and Liv had then roped Robert into watching it all again, knowing Aaron had little interest.

Liv grinned, confirming his suspicions. “For the third time.”

It was hours later when Aaron finally got home, and they’d managed to work their way through ten of the twelve episodes, half eaten pizza scattered across the coffee table, Liv sitting with an ice cream tub in hand.

Robert was as much of a slob as she was, when he wanted to be, ordering them in a feast from Dominos and trekking to David’s to get in some ice cream and crisps. It was the best kind of day, and Aaron arriving home only made it all the better.

“Hiya,” Aaron greeted, kicking his boots off at the door. “Have you two been lazing in here all day?” he inquired, padding across the room in his socks to drop a kiss to Robert’s chocolate covered lips.

Liv did her usual of pretending like they were disgusting her, but in actuality, she loved days like these, when nothing in the world had gone wrong, and the three of them were just happy.

A happy family.

“I need to piss,” Robert mumbled, Liv wrinkling her nose at his admission.

“Gross, go away.” Liv kicked at Robert with her slippered foot, Aaron snorting as his husband stumbled slightly, his knees cracking as he eased himself up off the couch. “Boys are disgusting.”

“Yeah, they are.” Aaron agreed, sitting down next to her on the couch, stealing a spoonful of the ice cream, reaching for some of the leftover pizza as he ate. “How’s he been today?”

Liv raised an eyebrow. “He’s been brilliant, we’ve been watching some old show he used to watch with his family all day,” she shrugged, wondering why Aaron would even need to ask.

Aaron raised an eyebrow. “So he’s been fine, all day?”

“Yeah, why?”

Aaron tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the side of her forehead. “You’re a star, you know that?” he said, a bright smile on his face. He genuinely looked proud of her, as if she’d done something other than slob about in her pyjamas all day long, eating junk food and watching telly.

“Why are you being so weird?” Liv asked, not protesting the cuddle Aaron was giving her. He was her big brother, after all.

“It’s his mum’s anniversary today,” Aaron admitted, glancing toward the bathroom, checking if Robert was on his way back. “He finds it really tough, and I was worried about him being alone today.”

Liv didn’t know much about Robert and his family, just enough to know his parents were both dead, that he’d lost his mum in tragic circumstances - she’d been a good mum, as well, judging by how Robert would talk about her sometimes, briefly mentioning something she’d do, or cook, a soft, sad smile on his face.

“I didn’t know,” Liv said quietly, glancing at the paused screen. She’d been happy to indulge Robert and watch all of Fawlty Towers with him when she realised just how genuinely funny it was, Robert quoting every character as though he’d watched it a million times over himself.

“Did a stand up job either way,” Aaron beamed at her, munching his way through his slice of pizza.

Liv couldn’t help feeling a little bit proud of herself. Robert had been a rock for her for a long time now, sorting her problems and getting her place back at school, making sure she was getting on alright.

She’d never really thought about how she’d ever be able to help him, return the favour.

But she had, and without knowing, too.

Liv grinned, scooping out the last of the ice cream, the chocolatey mixture mostly melted now, chunks of cookie dough floating in the soupy dregs left in the tub. “Well, he’s my brother too, had to look out for him, didn’t I?”

this website is so fucking fake.. Everyone says they love Ratatouille and shit but then turn around and say pineapple pizza and similar combinations are nasty -_- did everyone just forgot the scenes where remy ate the strawberry/grape with cheese and fucking fireworks went off in the background bc that’s how good it was? Remy was absolutely 100% right and you guys have a lot to learn about food and good taste

-Great Expectations- (part 5)

Pairing: Alex/reader

Warning: Cursing. You getting disappointed. 

Notes: I hope you’ll like this one, and I hope you’ll still like me after reading this. If there are some grammar mistakes please don’t mind. English is not my first language. Kisses! 

Part 4: http://more-thaan-words.tumblr.com/post/163032335099/great-expectations-part-4

Tagging: @sliceofparadise @imaginesparadise @float-autumn-leave @ladymelissastark @meikolia  

I never realized how traumatic it is when someone jumps screaming on you when you sleep. At least not until this morning.

Cassie entered in my apartment and tip toed to my bedroom to wake me up…in her way. And, of course, I screamed so loud I think everyone who lives in the building have heard me. Well, good morning world.

‘’What is wrong with you?!?!?!?!’’ I screamed at her while trowing pillows at her. She was just laughing hysterically at me because ‘’my face looked so funny’’. How does your face have to look when someone scares the crap out of you? I calmed down after a few minutes, then she came closer to sit on my bed.

‘’Y/n, I really don’t know how you’re gonna act when you find a boyfriend. You’re always so grumpy when you wake up. There will be no morning sex, and morning sex is important for a healthy, stable relationship.’’

‘’Trust me Cassie, if my morning started with sex, I wouldn’t be so grumpy.’’

The brunette in front me just laughed at my words, then got up and went to the kitchen with a ‘I’ll make us some coffee.’’and then reappeared on the door with a ‘’But really Y/n, your face looks really funny when you scream.’’

‘’GO MAKE THAT COFFEE!’’ I threw another pillow at her, but she was quick to avoid it.

I had no other choice than to get up, because if I don’t do so, she will come back with another traumatic experience for me. I wasn’t in the mood for it. I checked my phone to see what time it was. It was 9 a.m. That’s like…the middle of the night. ‘Ughh’ I sighed in frustration.


‘’You slapped him?’’

‘’Yes, I did.’’

She was looking at me with that ‘Bitch said what?’ face.

‘’I think you need to be slapped.’’ I rolled my eyes.

‘’Cassie, I only did that to show him not to mess with me. And although, the slap wasn’t hard, he was just shocked because he thought I was going to kiss him.’’

Her mouth hang open.

‘’YOU WERE GOING TO KISS HIM? ‘’ she screamed.

‘’Yes Cassie/’’ as always I wasn’t able to finish that sentence because she interrupted me.

‘’But, you didn’t kiss him. Instead, you slapped the poor guy. And then he still told you to call him after that? Wow, he must really like you.’’

I smiled at her words. The thought of Alex having any kind of feelings for me made knots form in my stomach, and she noticed that.

‘’You really like him. Don’t you?’’

‘’I don’t!!’’ I squealed like some animal.

‘’You do. Even if you don’t want to admit it.’’

I felt my cheeks burning. Actually, my whole face was burning. But, I didn’t want to admit it.

‘’I can’t like him. I know him for like, what, 4 days?’’

‘’It doesn’t matter how long you have known him. He makes you smile the way I haven’t seen you smile for a while Y/n. And that, as your best friend, makes me very happy.’’ the tone of her voice was soft, and her face wasn’t telling a different story.

‘’I don’t know Cassie. It’s worrying me.’’ I finally said.

‘’What is worrying you?’’

‘’Nothing. It doesn’t matter.’’ I told her off, and she understood that I didn’t want to talk about it, so she changed the subject.

‘’You’re seeing him again tonight, right?’’

‘’Yes. Btw do you think I should invite him here, or is it better to go at his place?

She thought about it a little. ‘’Depends, are you comfortable with him coming here?’’

‘’Yes and no. I don’t know.’’

‘’Then don’t. Instead, go at his place, so after you finish the series, he can walk you home and you can spend more time with him.’’

‘’ You’re a genius.’’

‘’I know.’’

We both laughed at that and changed the topic. But in between collections of moments where we would just drink our coffee in silence, my mind constantly went back on a special pair of piercing blue eyes.

‘’Okay Y/n, you’re gonna call him now, and act natural. It’s just a call, don’t be nervous.’’ I was giving myself this pep talk while searching for his number on my phone. ‘’Okay. Let’s do this.’’ It was ringing for a while. It made me think he was not going to answer. But he did.

‘’ Hey Y/n. What a surprise.’’

‘’Hey Alex. Why are you surprised, you gave me your number to call you?’’ I was confused.

‘’I honestly thought I was going to be the one to message you first again.’’

‘’Oh…Well, I don’t have a smart answer for that.’’

We both giggled.

‘’So, about tonight’’ he started ‘’I thought you could come at my place, and I could order some pizza? Or you want something else?’’

‘’Yes, and yes. Pizza sounds good.’’ I was satisfied.

‘’I have another proposal.’’

‘’Tell me?’

‘’You let me try, and guess what your favorite pizza is. But, if I do, I chose the reward. And I promise it’s not gonna be something that you’re gonna be uncomfortable with. Okay?’’

Not bad. And I was probably going to win this time, since he probably thinks my favorite pizza is the one I ate the first time we met.

‘’Okay. ‘’ I was confident about this.

‘’I’ll text you the address. I have to go now, see you soon Y/n. Bye!’’ he sounded pretty confident too.

‘’Bye Alex!’’

He hung up.

 Cassie was still at my place, and she was watching me the whole time while I was talking with Alex.

‘’If you aver that you don’t like him, why are you smiling so much now?’’ she asked me, amused by the situation.

‘’Well, I guess it is because I DO like him?’’ I said, shrugging my shoulders.

‘’I knew that, I just wanted to hear you say it.’’ I rolled my eyes.

‘’Bite me.’’

‘’I won’t, but Alex will.’’ Oh, no she didn’t.


 I was standing in front of a black door with a number 10 on it. Rechecking the message with the address on it, I gained confidence to finally knock. After a couple of seconds I heard the door unlock and a familiar face appeared in front of me. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a simple white t-shirt, and suddenly I felt so overdressed, since I really put effort into finding the right outfit for this.

‘’Hey gorgeous.’’ He smiled. It was terrifying how I grew into loving that smile in a short amount of time.

‘’Hey Alex.’’ I smiled back, aware that my cheeks were burning. My whole face was probably turning red, but I tried to ignore it since I didn’t want to make things awkward.

Alex stepped aside so I could come in. The inside of his apartment was very nice. It was very simple, but stylish at the same time. And it was pretty tidy too, which was a surprise, I expected it to be messier. Much messier.

He had everything prepared for our little marathon. Even the pizzas were there.

‘’The delivery guy came like a minute before you.’’ he said when he noticed where I was looking.

‘’Good. Then, shall we begin? I got a lot to catch up.’’

‘’Yeah, you do.’’ he laughed, and then we made ourselves comfortable on the couch. I put the box with my pizza in it on my left, Alex was on my right side, our arms and legs touching. I opened up the box to start eating my pizza and I was surprised. He was right. Again.

‘’How did you…You asked Jordan, didn’t you?’’ The blue eyed man turned his head to me.

‘’Yes.’’ He sounded very satisfied with himself.

‘’It’s not fair.’’ He rolled his eyes.

‘’You never mentioned any rules, so I guess there was nothing to be broken. I’ll take my reward later. Eat your pizza now and stop looking at me with that ‘mad child’ face expression and start enjoying this.’’ and with those words he turned on the episode.


 ‘’No wonder you’re always in a good mood. You get to be so moody while working.’’ We both laughed at that.

‘’Nothing but happy days.’’ He says, now looking at me with a huge smile on his face. The next thing he did got me frozen in my place. He started leaning towards my face, his eyes now focused on my lips. He stopped then, our lips just a few millimeters away.

I could feel his breath on my face. I could hear his breathing getting uneven the more he hold on like that. I could sense how he moved his right hand to put it next to me, probably to give himself more balance. I could sense the tension of the moment in the air. I could feel my heart racing in my chest. I think Alex could too. But he wasn’t doing anything. He wasn’t moving, and then he did.

But he didn’t move forward. He didn’t kiss me, and only God knows how I wanted that to happen. He moved away, and he was holding a slice of my pizza in his right hand. This was his way of getting revenge for last night. And damn it, this hurt more than any slap ever would.

‘’I think you realize why I did this.’’ he finally said.

‘’Yes.’’ I said, with my voice sore, like it was the first time I ever spoke. I felt my whole face burn, mostly from embarrassment. He knew I wanted him. He knew, but he moved away anyway. But then again, that’s what I did last night. But I still got mad. How could he do this?

‘’This slice is my reward. And you learning something out of this would be a bonus.’’ he was looking at me. He was waiting for me to say something.

‘’How didn’t you get mad last night? Because I am mad with you now.’’ were the only words that came out of my mouth. 

He left out a heavy breath.

‘’Because, in that moment, I came to understood that you didn’t act like a bitch because you are one. You acted like that because you got hurt before. Because you were tired of people playing you. But this, right now’’ he made a circling gesture with his free hand ‘’is me showing you that you should respect me. Believe me Y/n, I had no intention in hurting you. But you have no right to hurt me like that because someone else did that to you before. You have no right to do that. You could have just told me, but you didn’t. And I let it go the last time, but I don’t wanna be treated like a fool.’’ His voice was calm, like he was talking to a little child. And that made me feel worse than I was feeling already. He was so understanding, and I wasn’t deserving that. I was wordless. I was looking at him with pure shock.

‘’I don’t want to hurt you Y/n. I would never want that. I just want you to trust me. I understand it will take time, but I’m not giving up on you just yet. You fascinate me, from the way you walk, to the way you talk. And if time is what you need from me, so I could finally call you mine, that’s what I will give you.’’

He was looking at me now, patiently waiting for my answer. I didn’t know what to say. I just wanted to kiss him right now. Because he deserved to be kissed. A thousand times, and it wouldn’t be enough for me to express how I was feeling right now. 


He was confused. ‘’And by that you mean…?’’

‘’Okay, like, ‘Okay. I’ll give you a chance.’ and ‘Okay. I’ll give myself a chance to be happy.’ ‘’ I finally said.

He smiled, and put his left arm around me, bringing me closer to him. He kissed my forehead, and then turned his head to the TV to put on the next episode. I closed my eyes and rested my head on his shoulder. God, how I loved his scent. He always smelled so nice. He smelled like…home.

I opened my eyes when the opening music started playing, implicating that the episode was starting.

anonymous asked:

But I also don't see how people even bought into this Mitch thing from the beginning. Ryan Nasci is the sound engineer - he's a fucking genius and he's worked on a LOT of good albums. He wouldn't need a roommate, especially not one that works at a pizza shop? That just doesn't make any sense. And if he knew that Mitch was such a monster on the guitar, why did he never bring him in for other jobs? It's so contrived & the fact they even mention the Keith/Mick dynamics in the press release is ughhh

Ripppppp 🙈


requested by anon <3
Can you write something where Dean Wincheser falls for some supernatural creature, like a witch or a shapeshifter… Love ya btw❤❤


You were no good but damn it if Dean didn’t love you despite that. All of those years of aggression and hatred towards supernatural creatures came to a sudden halt once you showed up – somewhat clumsy, cute and totally into freaky occult stuff which he considered to be pretty hot. You were a witch. A witch that used most of her powers to cheat in Mario Cart, but a witch nonetheless and ‘A good witch is a dead witch’ as his dad used to say. But that was the exact opposite of what he was thinking as you were laying your head on his shoulder this very moment.

The two of you found yourself in an old school Drive-In Theatre somewhere in Alabama. The wide screen showed one of the many classic horror films; in a way this whole atmosphere reminded him of his childhood – the surprising amount of cars parked, the cheap smell of hotdogs and popcorn, a few beers lying around here and there and some far away sounds of couples smooching and giggling. All of his happy times, whether it be of his teenagers years or younger, could easily fit in this Drive-In theme. Dean cleared his throat, moving his eyes away from the screen to stare at you. Your hair was pulled into a messy bun, eyes fixed on the movie as you shoved greasy popcorn into your mouth like you were in some sort of a trance. His arm laid wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you close, having your heat radiate to his body in a way no blanket could warm.

Noting him watching you from the corner of your eye, you tilted your head to him, “What is it?” You asked. Receiving no answer, you motioned to the popcorn in your grasp, “Different flavor? Grease level? Say the word and their flow will be infinite, I assure you.” You threw one into your mouth, “Did you know that there are spells for anything? And I do mean ANYTHING. For instance, before our date I looked at my mom’s Necronomicon and found a charm to make bagels taste like pizza. Not sure why she had it written down, but damn do I want to try it out…” Again no response, just that wistful look. You faltered. “Dean? Are you okay?” At the mention of his name he snapped out of it, offering you a small smile before leaning in and kissing your forehead.

Loving you was not right, he realized.

“Just thinking, sweetheart.” He murmured. You figured it wasn’t that good kind of thinking either, but decided not to question it any further. You smiled at him in an attempt to cheer him up.

“I can make this popcorn taste like apple-pie.

“Now that’s my girl.”

It worked.

Requests are opened!

anonymous asked:

ikon as your roommates? 😀

they’d prolly make the biggest mess ever not clean up lmao I shall put this under college!au I’m dropping hints that i love college!au I love college!au hehe thanks for requesting!! have a great day/night!

- admin em


  • okay i lied he prolly does all the cleaning
  • gets super fussed if things are out of place
  • it’d be like “hey, did you see my comb” and you’d be like
  • “oh yeah I put it on the table”
  • he’d be all nice but inside he’s plotting murder
  • apart from that, just keep everything clean and he’ll be a cool roommate
  • “hey, you want Chinese take-out tonight?”
  • always order take out
  • sometimes if there is a shortage on things, lets you have them
  • “it’s okay, i’ll sponge of bobby or donghyuk”
  • studies 90% of the time
  • helps you with your work even if he doesn’t even do it
  • “jinhwan, how the hell do you know about chemical formulas, don’t you take english?”
  • :)))


  • okay unrelated but he smokes that good herb
  • grows them in the basement 
  • most of the time he’s high
  • the only other times you see his eyes all bloodshot is when he got shampoo in his eyes
  • helps you with the cooking
  • “wow, this is super good! what did you put in it?”
  • he’d probably smile and say it was a secret, but he found out that combination when he was high
  • has a movie collection that are weird and even banned in some countries
  • you both are on the couch eating leftover pizza and watching some crappy b-movie horror and having deep discussions on life
  • fun roommate


  • okay he’s not as bad
  • he just likes to lounge about and not take any responsibility
  • leave crumbs EVERYWHERE
  • “look, i didn’t mean to leave Dorito crumbs in the bath tub”
  • did i mention he just sleeps everywhere
  • no sense of personal space
  • “what’s yours is mine, that what we agreed on when we moved in”
  • “yes, bobby that does not mean you can eat mY FOOD”
  • walks around in his underwear sometimes or nothing at all
  • has tried to hit on you multiple times
  • “come one baby~ what’s yours is mine~”


  • clean freak
  • constantly ‘cleaning’ after you
  • “why didn’t you put my hairbrush were it belongs??”
  • you’d be like “umm, I did?”
  • “No” *grabs brush* “you put it here when it should have been,” *moves it two inched forward* “ HERE!”
  • sings in the shower
  • uses up all the hot water up
  • writes down all the bills and who pays them on a massive whiteboard
  • “okay this month you used 63% percent of that gas”
  • screams when there is a spider in the shower 
  • make you tea after a long day
  • tsundere about it but you’re his bff


  • when donghyuk first moved in, so did his whole entire wardrobe
  • “it’s only a few coats” :)
  • that guy who takes photos of his outfits every day before going out
  • your trip over his shoes at the door
  • “it pays to look good~”
  • even though he is a student, he always has money
  • “I just bought you something, not too expensivee~”
  • “donghyuk, we can afford caviar, hOW DID YOU GET THE MONEY”
  • he won’t tell, but people constantly are at your door asking for donghyuk’s charity
  • “I told you junhoe, I am not buying you skin cARE AGAIN!”
  • probably the ideal roommate out of the bunch
  • decorates the place with fancy furniture
  • y’all be living fancy :))))


  • accidentally spent the money for rent on some shoes
  • “what? they were limited edition”
  • His skin products slowly fill up the bathroom
  • he has a bad habit of leaving cotton pads everywhere
  • dyes his hair constantly so the bathroom is always in a mess
  • you help him with the back of his heads and hit roots
  • “thanks~ it’s nice to have a servant!”
  • bringing home girls all the time
  • also sings in the shower but is actually good at it
  • scratch that he sings aLL THE TIME
  • sometimes you join in
  • give him compliments and he’ll do anything praise kink


  • sat in front of the TV or computer 24/7
  • playing video games
  • eats only junk food
  • “do you want some pasta?” you ask 
  • “nah, i’ve got doritos”
  • when you’re asleep, you can sometimes hear him screaming at some person who beat him on LOL 
  • when he’s not play video games, he’s studying like a good kid and constantly inviting people around
  • “this is yunhyeong hyung~”
  • “chanwoo its 6 am, why is that druggie here”
  • cries at dank memes when he’s supposed to be helping you clean up
  • can’t DIY for shit
Raph x reader Raphs Nurse

It was nighttime, you were in your room reading one of your favorite books. When all of a sudden you heard loud noises coming from your roof. Armed with a baseball bat, you climbed onto the roof. The first thing you saw were metal science-fiction looking robots and leaning against a wall was… a giant turtle. He was hurt!
He was sitting up against the wall when you knelt down next to him. ‘Are you okay! What happened!’
He opened his half closed eyes to look at you, they were emerald green. ‘How are you not freaked out and running yet?’
Because you’re hurt, I can’t leave you like this.’ His eyes widened at that. ‘What’s your name?’
‘I’m Raphael, or Raph. And you?’ he mumbled. ‘I’m (Y/N).’ ‘Beautiful name.’ You blushed a little. ‘Come on, let’s get you inside.’ You pulled him to his feet, put his arm around your shoulder and yours around his waist. Once inside, you placed him on your bed. ‘Stay here, I’ll get the first aid kit.’ And so you began cleaning and taking care of the many wounds Raph had.
‘Why are you helping me?’ he asked tiredly.
‘Well I couldn’t let you die now could I?’
‘Most people would…’ he said sadly.
‘Most people are idiots.’
Both of you burst out laughing. When you were done you stood up from the side of the bed. ‘There, the wounds are cleaned but you need to rest for a while, your ankle and shoulder are sprained pretty badly.’ With that you sat at the desk and started some random homework. ‘Wait’, you heard from behind you, ‘if this is your bed, then where are you going to sleep?’
‘Don’t worry about it, I don’t sleep that much anyways.’ You were an insomniac but you didn’t mention that.
Eventually he fell asleep. The next morning you stood up from your desk to get breakfast for both you and Raphael, a couple of slices of leftover pizza. You carefully shook Raphs good shoulder to wake him up. You gave him his slices and went back to your desk.
‘Did you even sleep last night?’ ‘No.’ ‘But…’ ‘Do you have family?’ ‘Euh, why do you ask?’ ‘If you do, maybe they should know where you are and that you’re not dead.’ ‘That’s a good point.’
He took out a phone with a shell-like phone case and called a number.

Raph didn’t come home from patrol last night and we’re all starting to get worried. All of a sudden my phone went of. Raph! I answered the phone.
‘Hey where are you? Are you okay?’
‘Calm down, Leo, I’m okay. Well kinda…’
‘I got beat up pretty bad but I’m at a friends house, she helped me.’
‘She? Are you at April’s?’
‘No, I’m not. I met someone else, she found me. I gotta go, I’m gonna eat.’
And the phone call ended.
I called Don to track Raphs phone, he didn’t say anything about where he was or with who…

Your POV
It’s been 2 days since you found Raph, he was doing better but still wasn’t healthy enough. And in those 2 days you hadn’t slept at all and it reallt started to bother him.
‘(Y/N) where are your parents?’
‘They are on a business trip to the UK for a few weeks, and before you ask, they left me some money for food and stuff.’
‘And why don’t you sleep.’
‘Well… I have insomnia, I can’t sleep.’ you said, letting your head hang.
You felt his hands take yours and pull. You ended up tripping and falling on top of his plastron. He wrapped his arms around you, rolled over to his side and pulled the blankets over you. ‘Time for bed.’ ‘Raph, I can’t…’ ‘shhh…’ He pulled you close and layed his chin on your head. And for the first in a long time, you fell asleep. Raph kissed your forehead and fell asleep soon after that. Little did you know three brothers were looking through the window, deciding not to come in.
‘Come on, guys.’ said Leo, ‘We’ll leave Raph with his Nurse a little longer, he is in good hands.

Great Scott, Barry! (Chapter 6/9)

“So, you come here often?”

“Not really, I’m- hey.” Past Barry stops mid-sentence as he turns to see who’s trying to hit on him. “I know you. From earlier today, right?”

“Oh right, hey!” You feign surprise at this ‘chance’ meeting. “Sorry about that, you just look exactly like someone I know.”

“It’s cool,” he says. Past Barry takes this time to subtly check you out. “Uh… are you here alone?”

That’s right, time to reel him in!

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Mi guardy, su guardy ~

So since there was a candy tag game , I thought that it would be interesting to get to know our Guardinenne’s as well ! ^^

Rules: This is for your Guardienne. Fill with what your Guardienne could answer(If you have more than one OC then please feel free to do as many of these as you want !) 

I was tagged by @marmita-tuga and @eldaryandy thank you guys <4

Tag more than 6 people you want : @fayrelynn-trinity, @redrose04, @eldaryanna, @eldaryalltheway, @velvet-black-cherry, @vyxens-mcl-eldarya, @kahasan, @killdondan, @sweet-pendragon, @fairywale, @amauruss, @eldaryavibez, @moonlightmcl if you see this post and would like to do it too then pls tag me so I can see your Guardienne’s info !

BTW: this one I will do with my two guardies for once okay? It’s going to be like they’re talking to each other, I’m going to try not to leave too big xD  

Name or if they have a nickname: 

- Hi, my name is Castilian, but everybody calls me Cassy! 

- Yo, my name is Nestly, but not everybody can call me Nessy. NO, NOT EVEN YOU NEVRA, JUST BE QUIET FOR A MINUTE YOU DAMN VAMPIRE!


- Two single and pretty ladies ;) 

- Gosh, wouldn’t you just say we identify ourselves as females? - Nessy said. 

What race are they ( Faeries/Human/or something in between) :  

- Cassy is half human and half faery… but she can control elements and that elements can control her emotions. But she is pretty ordinary without it.

- Well, not everybody is a faery-shapeshifter like you. - Cassy sulks.

- But your power is pretty cool too uwu, and I can only shifter to something (feary) that I had already touched. - Nessy smiles to her.  

What guard are they in ? : 

- Obsidian \o/ We are roommates btw.

Which Companion do they have ? :  

- Cassy have a Okanya, his name is Canelinha. Too damn cute and pure for this world. 

- Your new  Jeanylotte is pretty cute too. But you didn’t put a nickname on him yet right? 

- Yeah, Nevra keep pestering me to put his name “Mr. carrots” –’ why he is so… damn annoying?

Favourite Food: 

- The pain of my enemies. 

- Stop, Nessy! Don’t be so mean. 

- Okay, okay. Cassy still likes pancakes and I like pizza (?) that’s how you call it? 

- Yeah, I did pizza for her a few days ago and she loved, it didn’t look so much like my world, but it still looked good. Everyone liked it.

Favourite Colour: 

- Red as the color of the blood of my enemies.

- Gosh –’ there we go again. CAN YOU STOP PLEASE? tsc. I like pink/blue, she likes blue too but more dark colors. 

Crush(and why): 

- Cassy have a thing for Valkyon.

- Well, he is a wonderful leader indeed. Besides he makes me laugh, I feel at home with his simple and practical way. Not to mention that urgh, those muscles… But you do like Nevra right? He makes you blush and keep you safe. 

- …  I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Describes yourself in five words:

- Nessy is fearsome, brave, caring, sassy and… savage. 

- Cassy is smart, sweet, dork, earnest and indeed brave (too much sometimes)

What do they like to do in their free time ? : 

- We like to try new forms of combat. We’re both very competitive, so if she are trainning with swords I do the same and if I’m training with my archery she try do the same (Cassy likes more using swords tho). Valkyon and Nevra keep supervise our training, they think we take things too seriously and we can end up hurting ourselves.

- Nessy, last time you tried to impale me with a spear.

- I already said that I would not really try to impale you, can you please forget about it? Besides that, Cassy likes to explore Eldarya too, so often I go with her… sometimes she go alone with Valkyon ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) she likes to read alot too. 

What do they think about the Human World ? : 

- Nothing. I’m not really interested. - Nessy said.

- I miss my home so much. I miss my parents, my friends… Everybody that I left behind. If I could… I would like to go home. I miss the movies, the food, the cities… gosh, sorry. I can’t say more. 

What your Guardienne looks like :



Note : If you do not want to do this game you can just ignore it , it’s to have fun not to feel any pressure !

Winchester Preference - First Date


Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

When Sam showed up at your door, you could tell he was nervous. When he saw you, he gave you that cute little upside down smile you love as he happily gave you a bouquet of simple beautiful flowers.

“H-Hey, (Y/N),” Sam smiled just a teeny bit more confidently now, yet shifting on his feet nonetheless.

“Hi, Sam,” You greeted after you thanked him for the flowers and leaned up to kiss his cheek. You giggled at the furious blush on his face. “I’m ready to go, but let me just put these in a vase. You’re welcome to step inside while I do.” You opened the door wider.

“Yeah, sure, go ahead,” Sam nodded as you closed the door behind him. Sam helped himself to the couch and heard you rummaging through your kitchen. So many thoughts were running through his mind. Was he doing everything right? Was he forgetting something? Would this work? He wanted it to, but it’s been so long.

“Sam, are you okay?” You questioned when you returned, noticing him rub his palms on his jeans. “Where’d you go just now?”

“What? I’m here. I’m fine,” he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck and meeting your eyes.

“We can,” You began, looking at your front door and and shyly rubbing your arm. You know Sam won’t judge you for your ideas and for speaking your mind. “We can have dinner here, watch a movie, and just talk, here… instead if you want.”

“What? But, uh, I, um,” Sam stuttered. Did he have a long face on and have you think he didn’t want to go out? He stood up from his seat now, eyes softer.

“It’s been a while for the both of us, Sam. We can do this slow, in a place where we’re both comfortable, yeah? Unless, well, if you still wanted to go to that big thing in the city that you originally planned?”

“No, no, I like your idea. It sounds so much better since it’ll be just you and me,” Sam’s demeanor changed to one that was more relaxed, and it helped you ease off the first-date jitters. He stepped closer, reaching his warm hand up to brush your hair out of your face and leaning down to sweetly kiss your forehead.

“So… you, me, pizza, beer, and maybe an action movie in my living room as a first date?” You laughed, totally relaxed in his arms.

“Anything sounds good to me,” He agreed. “As long as I’m with you.”


Originally posted by dancewithmejensen

“Did I mention that you look amazing tonight, princess?” Dean complimented, opening the door to the Impala and being a gentleman as always.

“Only like a hundred times, Dean,” You laughed and shook your head at him.

“Well I’m gonna tell you more times than that,” Dean beamed sweetly. “‘Cause it’s true,” he added before he closed the door and stepped around the car to the driver’s side.

“You still haven’t told me where we’re going, ya know,” you pointed out and raised a brow at him suspiciously. “You’ve been stalling a proper answer.”

“You’ll see when we get there,” Dean winked as he started up the car and drove. Ugh, sometimes he can be so cryptic.

The drive was taking a while, and you hate to admit it, but your patience was running thin with your curiosity getting the best of you. Just as you were about to question Dean yet again, colorful flashing lights came into view on the road ahead.

“We’re going to the carnival?!” You screeched excitedly, turning to him with wide eyes and a smile from ear to ear. You can hear the screams of the people on the rides and smell the unique scent for carnival fried food. “But I thought that–”

“It’s the last and closest one in town before they leave again for the season. I remembered you being a little upset when you didn’t get to come last time, so I thought it would be good for a first,” Dean informed, eyes soft as he glanced at you. “And if I remember correctly, you said you were craving a funnel cake. Even went as far as bet that you can beat my ass in–”

“Every ticket game,” You grinned wickedly. “Because I can, and I will.”

“Oh you’re on, princess.”


(Originally posted by darlingcap)

“This is so nice!” You gasped in surprise. You squeezed John’s warm hand and pressed to his side as you both walked in sync. “How did you know about this place?” You looked up to the illuminating, twinkling bright lights hanging above all along the sidewalk going down for blocks.

“I saw a flyer and thought that there wouldn’t be anyone else I’d rather come here with than you,” John answered, smiling down at you. “I knew you’d like it.”

John brought you to an art walk where people were showing and selling their unique creations all around the center of a small town. They held galleries in their own homes and small museums every first Friday of every month. There were even games, activities, and charity funds for families with children and lots, and lots of food.

“This is great! I don’t just like it, I love it,” You leaned up and kissed his bearded cheek. “Thank you for bringing me here, but I didn’t peg you for the art type, John.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t stop and appreciate it, sweetheart. Besides, the night is fresh and I’m having a good time with a beautiful girl on my arm… I could die a happy man right now,” He beamed with a wink. “C’mon, let’s go through here.”

He tugged you by the hand toward the entrance of an old two-story house. People were looking around quietly at the paintings on the walls as soft music played in the background. Others were purchasing handmade goods from the older ladies of the house, and some artists were working on their new pieces in a corner where people can observe the birth of their creations up close.

John wouldn’t even let you appreciate the artwork properly as he distracted you with his hilarious comments on the abstracts and some snobby rich that were giving you weird looks from afar. You both ended up stumbling out laughing and returning to the walk. Maybe it was the way he held you close and the little looks he sent your way that didn’t go unnoticed, but something told you that there was going to be plenty more adventurous dates like this in the future.

A/N: For the buddy boo, @samuelfuckingwinchester. Sorry this took so long or if it sucks and that I’ve been a little under a rock for the past two weeks. Also, I think I want to continue John’s part a little more, bc @kittenofdoomage has inspired and has given me the feels. UUUuuughhhh sorry for mistakes too

Omg this took me quite a minute when I finished it I was so happy but then my laptop was like I can’t find the Internet duuuurgh so I tried fixing it didn’t work tried this and that still didnt work and then I finally said screw it and just copied the file to my phone hope it doesn’t show up weird or anything but yes finally out is done merry Christmas everyone and to all a good night by the way the conversation that’s going on is right below

Mikey:Merry Christmas little one or ones this is your uncle Mikey can’t wait to finally meet you I have so much in store like games and pizza and packing mama raph and pizza did I mention pizza?

April:ooooh ooh me next I want to feel this is your aunty April aaaaaw I bet your going to be so cute hurry up so I can look at you I got so many toys for you to play with.


Leo: I want to feel to but I kind of wanted to finish the buisness with the mistletoe…… ugh Mikey watch it you almost stepped on my foot.

Donnie: Anyone wanting to help with the presents. … no just me ok, I get to feel for them after I’m done with the presents but Santa’s OTHER little helpers are finishing the dinner.

Casey: Dudes your gonna have an awesome mom when you come out and an even awesomer uncle, uncle Jones yeah has a nice ring to it didn’t know your mom could bake did you man these cookies are good!

Master Splinter: hmm this hot coco is very good I have to get Mikey to make me another one later…. hmmm I wonder what I should teach the child first. ….hmmmm mumble mumble. …..

Raph: Leo. …..

Leo:yeah raph.

Raph:if you don’t get me out of this petting zoo Santa is sleeping with the REINDEER TONIGHT!

Leo: *pushes everyone away and takes raph somewhere comfortable to sit. *

Raph:that’s bette…Ooooh it’s moving ooooh right in my side ooooooh

Everyone else:*pushes Leo away, reaches for Raphs stomach and starts probing away.*


h vs a : bowling competition.

kkt. is this what they say?
kkt. do they also mention your rival almost always manages to knock down all pins on the first roll?
kkt. if not.. now you know i will accept the challenge and take it seriously! ㅋㅋ
kkt. aa..!! loser buys the pizza! ㅋ ( @yngsah )

kkt - they do, they do  ㅋㅋ
kkt - ooooooooooh confidence, i like it. 
kkt - but did they mention that it’s not good to reveal what your strength is to your enemy? 
kkt - i am all in! and once it’s on there’s no way out, be warned ( ̄ω ̄)
kkt - meet you tonight midnight because that’s when it’s best to cheat
kkt -  … on a diet (*´︶`*)

Restaurant Wars: A Culinary Review

If there’s one thing Restaurant Wars is remembered for, it’s fucking over Ronaldo.

But if there are two things that Restaurant Wars is known for, it’s fucking over Ronaldo, and Pearl’s adorable waitress outfit.

But if there are three things that Restaurant Wars is known for, it’s all of that and the collection of bizarre food creations that were on display throughout the episode. Fans of @loreweaver-universe may remember that I made almost every item seen or mentioned in this episode, but now that @silverliveblogsthings has seen Restaurant Wars, it seems like a good time to post my actual thoughts on what they were like.

Before we begin, it’s worth noting that shortly after my experiment, YouTube channel Feast of Fiction also made the Ketchup Fries and Cream Cheese Pizza Bagel. They put far more effort into recreating the actual look of the dishes, whereas I just did what I thought worked best. You can see that video right here!

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Joel Robinson Remembering the 1960s (Catalina Caper)
  • Joel Robinson: Well I was just a little kid when it happened, but I could tell you guys what I remember[...]It was a lot simpler time back then, like, I'll give you an example. It wasn't uncommon at all for your mom to serve you a great big char-broiled steak while she smoked, drank a tab, and made your dad another Manhattan for the road. And that was just breakfast!
  • Tom Servo: Oh, go on!
  • Joel Robinson: Yeah! There were seatbelts in cars but nobody used 'em! Sweetened cereal! Subliminal messages! People smoked openly on the Tonight Show.
  • Crow T. Robot: Tell us about the Rat Pack again!
  • Joel Robinson: Okay. Well, as you know, Frank Sinatra was Chairman of the Board and everyone else filed on in line! Except for Jerry Lewis, he'd had a falling out with Dean Martin and they'd already chosen Joey Bishop to be their comic relief already so he was kinda outta luck. But Dean was tan 'n' tall and quick with a song! And he just had to say the word and coocoo chick would file on up to the Hospitality Suite and massage Peter Lawford's neck and make everybody groovy drinks and take important phone calls from places like Palm Springs and um The White House!
  • Until it was time for Frank Sinatra the Chairman of the Board to come out of the sauna and he'd say the word and the dollies would go and take a nap!
  • Tom Servo: Tell us about the rabbits, Joel!
  • Joel Robinson; The Rabbits, okay. Meanwhile in the windy city Hugh Hefner was cooking up his own groovy scene in the aptly named Playboy Mansion!
  • Crow T. Robot: Oh wow!
  • Joel Robinson: With George Kennedy and George Hamilton and Tony Curtis and Bill Bixby were all in his court! Sophisticated men who knew their racket
  • Crow T. Robot: [Speaking over him] I think you're swingin' into high!
  • [....]
  • Joel Robinson: There were typewriters but nobody used 'em! And women were called "girls!" Business men wore double-breasted suits, had double chins, drank double burbons straight -- no chaser -- before, during, and after important business meetings and summit talks! Everyone believed what the president said! Why shouldn't they!? Sexually provacative material wasn't on TV it was on cocktail napkins and we liked it that way!
  • Toys had metal edges and little pieces that were breakable and could fit in your mouth! They'd make playground equipment out of stainless steel and then haul it up onto asphalt where you could get hurt! Parents were actually told to spank their kids! [Starting to get a little haggard] Why, my mom actually used to make me get the belt!
  • Tom Servo: Uh, Joel?
  • Joel Robinson: In front of company! And that was really frustrating!
  • Tom Servo: Joel? JOEL!
  • Joel Robinson: And once they made me take a bath in the front yard and I--
  • Tom Servo: JOEL! JOEL!!
  • [Joel stops and stares at Tom]
  • Tom Servo: Why can't you be like everyone else and only remember the good things about the '60s?
  • Crow T. Robot: Yeah! Like Woodstock!
  • Joel Robinson: Woodstock, oh okay. 'NO Joel! YOU can't go to Woodstock YOU'RE 9 years old! WE'RE going to the opening of the new Century Store! Oh, yeah, three days of peace, love and pizza rolls! We're gonna buy you a SHOPPING CART for YOUR birthday, Joel!'
  • Tom Servo: [Speaking over him] Uh, folks, Joel's in a lot of pain. We'll be right back.
  • Joel Robinson: Peter Fracks moved freely among men! Did I mention there were drugs at that time? AND THEN--!
  • [Joel is cut off by the commercials]
  • [When the show comes back Joel is talking about shoes of the 1960s]

Since the summer started, I haven’t really seen one of my good friends that often. He was never really on the thin side, but he was never really that heavy either. I saw him this week for the first time in over a month, and it’s very obvious that he’s been eating much more than usual.

We’d chat over meals together, and while I’m fairly heavy myself and usually am a huge feedee (I can put away an entire pizza without feeling full at all), that guy packed away much more than I did. He blushed when I mentioned it, but then went on to brag about how much he could eat. It took everything in me not to stare at his gut that was making his poor shirt strain.

For lunch one day, we got some Tex Mex. I had a large amount of rice, and he ate 6 large tacos (with all the trimmings) in less than 10 minutes on top of a side of rice. Again, I’m usually very into the feedee role, but seeing him like this has made me more interested in the other side. Seeing as he likes to eat and I like to watch, I might have to pop the question sometime before he pops a button on his pants without my help. Maybe he could return the favor afterwards.

He Changes When The Sun Goes Down

Summary: “Dan works at Pizza Hut, Phil works at Dominos. Somebody orders pizzas from both places and they stand outside the person’s house and Phil sings Why Can’t We Just Be Friends” (aka a prompt I remember vividly seeing on @phanfic once).

Warnings: nothing really, cussing (it’s Dan what do you expect), internalised self hate?? (idk if that’s a thing or not but it’s nothing too major so dw peeps I gotchu)

Genre: Angst, AU, fluffy ending tho

Word Count: 1.5k (roughly, also the longest fic I’ve ever written)

A/N: this wasn’t based off of When The Sun Goes Down but the title fits and I was listening to the song a lot while writing this okay? also this is my second fic so hi frens how is y'all it’s been a while! I feel like I want to actually start properly writing fics forreal this time so lemme know if you think I should! have a nice day my lovelies!

Also this was written for @fromlatojapan as they were paired with me for the phandom valentine’s this year! I hope you like you this!! ^_^ <3

Dan was an average human being. He had an average job at Pizza Hut, earned an average amount of money to pay his rent, owned an average flat and had an average life. In all honesty he did enjoy his job, even though he was the delivery boy and the thought of talking to new people filled him with a crippling amount of awkwardness. Besides, Chris worked with him and he was a nice person. The only real problem, however, was the other pizza place across the road. Dominos. What a stupid name. Luckily for both businesses, the owners were happily married and had no wishes to compete with each other. Even though Dan was still aware of that it still didn’t make him hate the other pizza place any less, especially their delivery boy. God, Dan hated him. All smiles and childishness, Dan hated him with a burning passion and he didn’t even know the (admittedly rather nice seeming) guy!


 “Oi Howell! Delivery for ya!” Chris shouted in Dan’s face, snapping him out of his inner monologue.

“Ouch. My hearing, Chris. Keep going on like that and I’ll be deaf by the end of my shift!!” Dan joked as Chris pretended to take offence

“That is incredibly rude! It’s not my fault you’re always trapped inside your thoughts!”

“Oh shush, you love it really!” Dan teased as Chris shoved the order in his face and sashayed off to serve another customer.

Dan checked the order and smiled to himself. 36b Ilchester Road, Louise’s house. Louise was a regular customer and she always tipped him more than needed. Slipping his phone out of his pocket, he walked over to the company car and plugged it into his aux cord. Jamming along to MCR, he pulled up outside the house and got out of the car only to lock eyes with his worst nightmare.


“Hey Dan! Fancy seeing you here!!” There, clad in Dominos uniform, stood Phil Lester, all bright and cheery and ugh. How did he even know Dan’s name anyway? Name badge, Dan, name badge.

“What are you doing here?” Dan’s expression remained stoic as he walked up the gravel drive and reluctantly stood next to Phil with a scowl evident on his face.

“Guess we got the same delivery, huh!” Phil smiled so brightly Dan had to stop himself before he punched his teeth out.

“Leave me alone.” Dan muttered with a tight lip before ringing the doorbell.


 “Dan! How are you? And Phil? How are you both?” Louise asked as the door swung open.

“I’m doing great! How are you?” Phil replied, beaming with that great big goddamn smile of his and… Dan, calm…

“Great.” Dan murmured sarcastically.

“Good, good! Now, uh, this is gonna sound really strange but my friend got me some vouchers for both of your places, and I’ve got some friends over so I thought hey, why not? Did someone mention it to either of you?” Louise gushed and both of the men hummed in agreement as she handed them both their, unnecessary, tip. “Oh my god, I only just realised! Can I get a video of you two guys? Please? I mean Pizza Hut and Dominos, c’mon!”

“Sure!” Phil laughed.

“Fine, but I better be invited over for cold pizza tomorrow.” Dan huffed.

“Awesome! Just text me whenever Dan, okay guys… 3, 2, 1, go!” Louise giggled.

“Why can’t we just be friends?” Phil sang in a teasing manner, while Dan glared at him with a tight upper lip. Who the fuck did this guy think he is?

“Perfect! Thank you so much guys! See you soon! Don’t forget to text me Dan!” Louise beamed as she exchanged the boxes of pizza for vouchers while rapidly texting on her phone, probably uploading that clip for the whole world to see.

“Bye Louise!” Phil giggled, he fucking giggled what the fuck, waving.

“See ya Lou.” Dan grimaced as Louise shut the door on the both of them.


Phil turned to look at a scowling Dan.

“Dan, can I ask you something?”

“What?” Dan spat.

“Why are you always so angry with me? I haven’t even done anything! Please tell me if I’ve done something to upset you, I would actually really like to be friends with you.” Phil sighed.

Wait what? Phil wanted to be friends? Fat chance. “Haha, nice one! Become friends with the delivery and then what? Use him to find out all the company’s secrets? I don’t think so.” Dan huffed with a bitter laugh before storming off to the company car and driving off.

Phil stood there for a moment, shoulders hunched and bottom lip trembling. This was about the businesses? That’s why Dan hates him? But they had nothing to fight over, the businesses were both owned by a couple and there was no reason to compete as both the pizza places were doing just as well as each other.

“No. I will not give up.” Phil whispered confidently, straightening his shoulders and marching towards the company car, driving to Pizza Hut with a determined smile on his face.

Phil Lester was not one to give up. He would start something and stick by it, unless it was causing him pain or he felt as if he wasn’t getting anywhere with it. So, as he usually did, he started out simple and decided to go from there.


The bell dinged and Phil walked up to the counter.

“Hey Chris! Is Dan in?” He beamed.

“Uh yeah, he’s in the back – let yourself in, just don’t let the boss see you.” Chris smiled back, smile wavering for a second as he realised that Phil was asking for Dan and oh my god this wasn’t going to end well was it

“Thanks!” Phil smiled cheerily, too cheerily for Chris’s liking, as he slipped past the register and into the back room while Chris watched with worried eyes.

“Dan! How are you?” Phil grinned from ear to ear as he opened the door to the backroom and spotted Dan sitting in the corner on his phone.

“What are you doing here?” Dan looked up from his phone with a look of utter disgust. What the fuck was Phil doing here?

“I just came to say hi, I guess. And I was wondering – could we forget about where we work and become friends?” Phil pleaded.

“No. Now fuck off and get out!” Dan complained.


So, Phil tried again the next day.

“Dan! How are you doing today?” He would smile.

“Go away, you should be working.” Would be the reply he’d get. Though Dan didn’t want him to leave.


And the day after that.

“Woah, Dan is that a Muse shirt? I love Muse too! And Origin of Symmetry is my favourite album as well!” He was so happy that he might be able to get closer to Dan this way.

“Whatever. Get out.” Dan’s voice stuttered a bit, obviously not expecting the compliment that brought a slight red hue to his cheeks. Someone else liked Muse? Really? Dan really wasn’t expecting that.


And the day after that, and the day after that.

“Your hair looks cute today Dan. I like it better like this.” Phil grinned.

“Fuck off.” Dan really didn’t mean that. Honestly, he was kind of overwhelmed and he wanted to be nice but his mouth would always fuck it all up and say something spiteful instead.

“Alright then.” Phil sighed before walking off back across the road, leaving Dan wanting to hit his head against the wall until the look of hurt in Phil’s eyes was forgotten.


And the day after that, and that day after that, and the day after that.



Phil didn’t even bother to wait around this time before leaving.


 And the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that.

Dan sighed, Phil hadn’t even bothered coming in today. He’d blown it, he’d fucking blown it. Why does he have to be so fucking stupid? Why can’t h-

“Dan, you alright?” Phil asked, worry evident in his eyes.

“Oh, uh yeah I’m fine now.” Thank fuck you showed up, I missed you.

“You sure?” Phil was finally getting somewhere with him!

“Yeah. You’re here, that’s all that matters.” Dan blushed. Shit, did he just say that aloud?

“Wait what?”

“Fuck, uh, I mean, oh my god, shit I, I-…” Dan was flustered, his brain flashing red lights and the sounds of alarms filling his ears.

“Dan. Calm, I’m here. I’ve got you.” Phil wrapped his arms around Dan and held him bound to his chest. After a few minutes of Dan’s steadying breathing reaching Phil’s ears, he leant down to whisper in Dan’s ear.

“Care to tell me what that was all about?”

“Well, uh, I guess I kinda liked it when you started talking to me. I really like you, Phil.” Dan admitted, a huge blush forming on his cheeks.

“I really like you too, do you mind if I…?” Phil asked, albeit shyly this time.

“Not at all.” Dan answered, leaning out of the hug to wind his fingers into Phil’s hair and connect their lips peacefully.

And this is why Phil Lester doesn’t give up.

5sos Preference - You Have an Anxiety/Panic Attack

Hey loves xx

I hope all goes well for you today. I hope you enjoy this as well, I kind of wrote it on a whim. Please be aware of the trigger warning and don’t forget to love yourself, okay? 

Stay happy, my friends <33

Michael - You and Michael hadn’t been dating very long, only about a month. So when he was over at your place watching movies with you and he mentioned you meeting the boys, needless to say you were really surprised.

“Really? You want me to meet them?” You asked, uncertain that it was a good idea. You two hadn’t really progressed very far in your relationship yet; was this really the best step to take, so soon?

“Of course I want you to meet them.” He smiled. “In fact, I kinda told them you were joining us for dinner tonight. It’s just pizza, it’s no big deal really-" 

"You did what?!” You cut him off. “Uh, Michael, I don’t know, I mean, is this really…a good idea?" 

"Of course it’s a good idea (Y/N), what are you talking about?" 

"It’s just…what if they don’t like me?” That wasn’t your main concern, but it was one of them. If they didn’t like you, you and Michael were pretty much over with. You could kiss your relationship goodbye. 

“They’ll love you, I promise. How could they not?” He put an arm around your shoulder, smiling down at you. You were still uncertain about all this, and you made it very clear.

“But…what if, I don’t know, what if they think I’m not right for you, or-” You started to say, but Michael cut you off.

“They don’t have a say in who is or is not right for me,” He pointed out. “Look it’s not my parents or anything. This’ll be really laidback, chill, and everything. It’ll be fun. We’re just gonna hang out, play FIFA, it’ll be great." 

"Okay…” You hesitantly agreed, although different scenarios started running through your head, all ending in disaster.

“We’ll head over there as soon as the movie’s over, okay?” He seemed really excited about all this. That makes one of us. You thought to yourself, trying to return a smile that hopefully seemed equally as excited. 

~*~*~*~*~ Some Time Passes ~*~*~*~*~

You and Michael were standing outside the 5sos apartment while he unlocked the door.

“You ready?” He smiled. You shook your head ‘no’ immediately. “They’ll love you.” He laughed, opening the door. You stepped inside carefully, taking a deep breath.

You could hear the sound of screaming and laughing coming from the living room, which Michael lead you to. 

“Hey, guys,” Michael walked into the room while you stayed slightly behind, “(Y/N)’s here." 

"What? She is?” A voice answered.

“Where is she?" 

"I didn’t think she was actually real." 

"Not funny, Calum.” He hissed. “C’mon, babe.” He motioned to you, and you blushed as you entered the room.

And then it hit.

Your stomach clenched, and your hands started to shake. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Not now. Three pairs of eyes were on you now, while you started to freak out. You started to take deep breaths in through your nose, out through your mouth.

“(Y/N), this is Luke, Calum, and Ashton,” Michael motioned to each one. 

“Uh, are you alright?” Calum asked you. You started to blush an even deeper shade of red. This is going horribly, you thought.

“Um, I just really have to pee.” You laughed half-heartedly and then looked to Michael.

“Down the hall to your left.” A smile played on his lips, as if this was funny to him. You felt like you were about to die.

You quickly rushed to the bathroom, where you locked the door and sat against it, feeling a tad safer. Your heart was racing out of control and your breathing pattern was just an uncoordinated. You sounded like you’d just run a marathon.

Tears started running down your cheeks as you panicked, hugging your knees closer to your chest.


You desperately tried to control your breath; you needed to get back out there to make it seem like you weren’t a total weirdo. 

A knock came at the door.

“Are you alright, (Y/N)?” Michael asked. You stood up and opened the door, leaving as small enough of an opening as you could, before capturing him in a hug.

“I’m sorry,” Your breathing was still so out of control, you could barely keep up.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong? What-why are you crying?” He pulled away from the embrace and wiped the tears from your eyes.

You physically could not respond. Your heart was not letting you. It was racing so out of control, and your lungs were desperately trying to follow.

“What’s that sound?” A voice sounded from the hall. Your eyes just about popped out of their sockets, and you scrambled to find refuge back in the bathroom. You hoped they wouldn’t find you, but it wouldn’t be hard for them to, since you were breathing so loud.

“Hey, hey, hey, (Y/N), shhh….” He held you close to him, “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here, I’ll always be here….you’re perfectly safe.”

You tried again, to control your breathing. 8 counts in, 8 counts out. 8 counts in, 8 counts out. 8 counts in, 8 counts out…

He wiped the tears away and just kept whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

“Michael?!” You heard a voice from outside. “Are you guys doing it in the bathroom? You guys are disgusting!” A chorus of laughter followed suit. You winced at the words; as bad of an impression as you were making, they weren’t doing much better.

“Will you guys shut up?! God! You’re terrible!” He yelled back. “Don’t listen to them, they’re just being cocks." 

You nodded, keeping your breathing pattern going.

After a solid ten minutes, you were okay again. You wiped your tears away, and he held your hand, as you walked back to the living room. 

"Sorry guys,” He said to the guys as you two entered the room.

“That was a long quickie.” One of the blonds replied.

“Oh my god,” He growled. “She was having a panic attack! We weren’t fucking!” He hadn’t realised what he’d said, until he said it. His eyes went wide and he turned to you, “Babe I’m so sorry-” You looked down at your feet. Silence enveloped you all.

“Oh.” You didn’t look up to see who said it, but it sounded like Calum.

“Yeah.” Michael responded.

“(Y/N), we’re so sorry, I mean, we, uh, we didn’t know and -”

You looked up and shrugged. “No big deal. Let’s just start over, okay?” They all nodded. 

“(Y/N),” Michael piped up, doing the honors, “These are my bandmates. Luke, Calum, and Ashton. Guys, this is my girlfriend, (Y/N). You owe her fucking big time." 

"Hi (Y/N).” Luke waved.

“Hey.” Calum smiled sheepishly, you could tell he was embarrassed from all he’d said.

“Michael won’t shut up about you. I can see why.” Ashton winked your way, trying to ease the tension in the room.

“Alright, Irwin,” Michael 

All in all, once the awkwardness eased over, it was a pretty fun night. It was just another night with a bunch of friends. Looking back now, your panic attack seemed completely unnecessary. It was fun, really. You thought Michael was wrong in making this milestone in your relationship too soon, but it turns out that it was all perfectly okay. And it’d always be perfectly okay, with him by your side.

Luke - 

You were currently joining your boyfriend on his band’s tour throughout Australia for a few days. You had been really looking forward to this; you loved your boyfriend and supported him through anything and everything he did, so you were surprised, but nonetheless excited when he asked you to join them on tour.

They’d just finished up their first concert on the tour. The boys were all sweaty and high on adrenaline, and you loved watching them seem so happy. 

Now, all you had to do was just get back on the bus. It didn’t seem like a very hard thing to do - you just had to walk to the entrance. However, there were seas of fans surrounding the bus and screaming and the whole idea of walking through it make your stomach drop a little.

You knew that you would panic if you took too long getting back on. But you didn’t say anything to the boys; you hadn’t mentioned yet to Luke your struggles with anxiety in the five months you’d been together. You didn’t think it mattered, since you had had pretty good control over your panic attacks. Until now. Now you felt just as anxious as ever. 

What if they screamed hate at you? What if they tripped you? What if they pushed you?

You knew you were being irrational; the fans loved you. Every once and a while you got hate, but it was never bad. You were always able to brush it off your shoulder. 

I’m just not thinking straight. It’s fine; everything will be fine.

“Ready to go?” Ashton asked you. You nodded, following after him, last in the line. Luke was all the way up front. The boys were stopping to take some pictures, and you just blushed, looking down, trying not to freak yourself out. 

However it wasn’t really working.

“(Y/N)!” Someone called out.

And then it hit.

Your head rushed, and you lost control of your breathing. You were gasping like a maniac. You looked around you; it was either get Ashton or get the security guard, and Ashton was closer.

“Ashton!” You called out, your voice lost amongst the crowd. You had no choice but to run up to him. You swallowed your pride and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Hey, (Y/N), what’s up?” He asked you. You couldn’t respond. It was impossible. You were breathing too heavily. You tried to say something, but it all came out in unintelligible syllables. “Woah, woah, it’s okay.” He put an arm around your shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay, alright?” He saw some fans with their phones out recording things and taking pictures of the two of you. “Hey, can I please ask you guys to not record right now? We’re just going through a little predicament, it’s all good, just, please don’t record it or put it online or anything. Please. For me.” He smiled towards the girls, who hesitantly obliged. Some of them even realised what was going on and yelled out words of encouragement. Tears started to run down your cheeks and you kept your gaze downward as Ashton lead you to the bus. You desperately tried to control your breathing, but to no avail. You couldn’t stop panting; every single breath was a struggle. 

He lead you up the steps and once you were on the bus you went straight to the back room, past the other boys sitting on the couch and past all the bunks, without a word.

You lied down on the couch and faced away from everyone, wrapping a blanket around yourself, hoping to just shut out the world for a while.

“What’s wrong with (Y/N)?” You heard someone ask, probably Luke. But you never heard the answer, as darkness took you in.


When you woke up again it was dark outside. There was something moving across your back, a hand, you’d decided, and when you sat up you realised it wasn’t Luke, but Ashton.

“Hey, (Y/N)." 

"Hey,” You yawned. “Where is everyone?" 

"They went go to get food, look, Luke’s really worried about you and frankly I am too. What happened back there?” He asked. You frowned, you didn’t really want to talk about this, but it seemed that you didn’t really have a choice. You knew he was bound to ask at some point.

“It was just a panic attack,” You mumbled. “I used to get them quite frequently but they went away for a while, and now, erm, I guess they’re just back.”

“Do you know what started them?” He asked. You shook your head no. 

“They just started one day, out of the blue.” That was a lie. You’d always known in the back of your head was caused them. Well, at least, you’d had an idea. From the time you were in middle school to this day you’d struggled with depression and anorexia. You always had that little voice in the back of your head telling you that you’d never be good enough, not for anyone. Especially not for Luke. You had scars on your thighs to show it.

“They just started out of the blue?” Ashton asked. You shrugged. “You don’t have to tell me, but at least don’t lie. I don’t really believe they started out of the blue.”

"Well they did, so.” You snapped. You didn’t mean to be rude, honestly, but why could’t he just leave it alone? “Just drop it, okay, Ashton?”

“Okay, okay,” He put his hands up in surrender. “I didn’t mean to pry. Just…at least talk to Luke, okay? We’re just worried about you, that’s all. We love you, (Y/N).” He flashed a hurt look and got up and left the room, off to his bunk. You didn’t mean to offend him, you were just mad in the moment. It was just something you weren’t comfortable talking about. He was just trying to help.

“Wait, Ash,” You got up from your spot on the couch over to his bunk. “Ash, I’m sorry." 

"Hey,” He said, “No harm done. Just, promise me you’ll talk to Luke, okay?” He stuck out his pinky. You laughed at his childish gesture.

“Okay.” You linked pinkies and shook them, and then Luke, Michael, and Calum walked back onto the bus.

“What are you doing?” Luke asked.

“We’re, uh, nothing.” You immediately responded. 

“We’re just shaking pinkies, what, are you jealous? Do you want to come over here and shake my pinky too?” Ashton teased him.

“Oh, hey, the bear’s up.” Calum commented, putting down the food on the coffee table.

“Bear? Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?" 

You bantered back and forth with the boys for a little while, but you could tell that something was off with Luke. 

"Hey, (Y/N), come here for a second.” He told you, signalling for you to follow him to the back room. He shut the door behind the two of you.

“What’s up?” You asked him.

“Ashton told me what happened. Well, he said he told me part of what happened. That you couldn’t breathe when we were trying to get back on the bus. You were, like, freaking out.” He looked to you in concern. He took hold of your hands as you looked downward at your feet.

“Um, yeah. That.” You responded.

“Yeah, that.” He lightly nudged you. “What’s wrong, (Y/N)? Are you okay? What happened back there?” 

"It was just a panic attack, okay. Nothing to freak out about. It’s, um, it’s not a big deal.”

“Of course it’s a big deal, (Y/N) you couldn’t fucking breathe!” His voice rose. “And on top of that, you needed help and so you go to Ashton instead of me?” 

"No, no! I didn’t go to Ashton instead of you. He was just, in front of me.” You started. “You were at the fucking beginning of the line, what was I supposed to do, run all the way up there and make it to you?” 

"Well, yeah!” He exclaimed.

“Luke! I was panicking. It was either get Ashton to help me or try to control it and controlling flew out the window the second it started!" 

"You don’t get it!” He yelled. “I’m your boyfriend, I’m the one that’s supposed to help you, I’m the one that’s supposed to make you calm down! Not him!’ 

"Really? All this because you’re jealous of your best mate?” You were completely baffled. What the hell was going on right now? He was jealous of Ashton? Because Ashton helped you?

“He knows what’s going on with you, (Y/N). You’ve told him. Yet you haven’t told me, your fucking boyfriend! That doesn’t seem right to me!" 

"He was just closer, okay! That’s it! He was just closer to me! I didn’t tell him my deepest, darkest secrets! He just asked if I was alright, like, you know, an actual person!" 

"Oh, what, so now I’m not an actual person for worrying about you?" 

"Is that what this?” You asked, your voice lowering down. “You worrying about me?” He stayed silent. “You could’ve just asked.” You shook your head. 

"Right, yeah, and you wouldn’t have told a single lie!” He replied sarcastically. You looked at him, completely bewildered.

“Never once have I lied to you, Luke! Never once!" 

"Then let’s settle this like ‘actual people’! What the hell happened?!" 

"It was a panic attack, I told you! A panic attack! I used to get them, and it stopped for a while, and I’m not sure if that was a one-time thing or if they’re just returning." 

"Can, can-(Y/N), I’m sorry.” He spoke, “I, I know I’m being a jerk, and-”

“You think?!” You yelled. 

“Well how I was supposed to feel, seeing you get all comfy-cosy with Ashton, spilling out all your secrets and telling him what the hell is going on with you!" 

"He asked!” You responded. “You just got jealous and yelled at me. Ashton fucking asked!" 

Silence enveloped over the two of you. 

"I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I love you." 

"Right.” You spat. “I should go home. I’ll see you when you get back from tour, Luke." 

You opened the door from the back room and grabbed your suitcase from your bunk. The other three boys sat there in shocked silence, a video game paused on the TV, and watched you as you disappeared.


Calum - 

To say you struggled with anxiety was an understatement; you’d been taking pills for it ever since you were thirteen. You started having panic attacks all the time around that age. You never really figured out why, you just knew that when you were feeling particularly insecure or putting too much pressure on yourself, you tended to panic out of the stress. There were a few times where they’d just happen, no trigger no reason, they just happened. And it sucked but there was never anything you could do.

At the moment Calum was out with his band doing band things and you were at home studying for your exams. School had been riding up for your ass for a long time now, and as sick of it as you were, you had to pass. You had to. You were in the middle of a particularly hard history paper when it happened. Tears started rolling down your cheeks and breathing became very difficult. You gasped for dear life and hugged your knees close to your chest, lightly rocking. You and Calum had been together for nearly a year now, and yet you still hadn’t managed to get around to telling him that you struggled with anxiety. You never really wanted to talk about it, not to mention you never really panicked with him around you. There was no reason to; you were safe with him. Yet here you were, crying, gasping, a complete and total mess.

”(Y/N) I’m home!“ He called out. Normally you would’ve responded, either called something out to him or gone out to greet him with a kiss, but you couldn’t move. You couldn’t speak. Hell, you couldn’t even breathe. You stayed right where you were, a crying, struggling mess, just waiting for him to find you.”(Y/N)?“ He called out again. "You home?” You just kept crying, shaking as you struggled to breathe. You tried to set yourself a pattern, but it went to shit. Your breaths were short and unstable as you panicked. 

My exams…You thought. I need to study. Calm down, okay, it’s okay. Calm down. Calum can’t see you like this. He can’t.

Too late.

He walked up to your shared bedroom and saw you there, rocking as you struggled to keep up with your racing heart.

“(Y/N), fuck, what the - what,” He stuttered, but he ran over to you. “Shhh, baby girl, I’m right here. I’m right here.” He cradled you gently, rocking the two of you back and forth as you sobbed into his shirt. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He gently caressed your hair, whispering sweet nothings in to your ear.

“Panic…attack…” You managed to breathe out in-between your short breaths. 

“Just breathe with me, okay, babe? Just relax. I’m right here, I’ll always be here.” He set a pattern for you to follow, and you desperately tried to keep up with it. But your head was foggy and your heart was racing and it felt like life was passing by at a million miles a minute. “What can I do, baby doll?" 

"Sing,” You exhaled. It was barely recognisable but it was intelligible. 

“Okay, ” He nodded. “ Within a minute I was all packed up.” You smiled lightly at his choice of song, and you nodded, as if to tell him to keep going.

I’ve got a ticket to another world, I don’t want to go, I don’t want to go.

"The silent words are hard to speak, when your thoughts are all I see, ‘Dont ever leave,’ she said to me." 

Slowly, you found yourself falling asleep to Calum’s soft voice in your ear, whisking you away to a world of dreams and safety, knowing that you’ll wake up and he’ll be there. He’ll always be there.


Ashton - 

You never talked about your past. Never. You didn’t want to talk about it; you didn’t want to be reminded of it. You’d had a hard past when you were in high school, and now you just wanted to forget it and pretend it never happened. A bad way of dealing with it, maybe, but it’d worked okay so far.

Ashton and you had been dating for a while now, a good seven or eight months. His mum had just joined you for dinner, however she had left, and now you two were cleaning up.

"I love your mum.” You laughed. “She’s so nice." 

"She loves you, too,” He responded. “She said that she hopes you stick around.” You nodded and sent him a loving smile.

“Yeah,” You kissed him lightly on the lips and went back to washing dishes.

“What’s your mum like?” He asked, out of the blue. You nearly broke the plate you were washing. 

“Uh, um,” You stuttered, completely shocked. “That came out of nowhere." 

"No, I’m serious though,” His face washed over in a frown, “Why haven’t I met her? I mean, we’ve been dating for a while now. I think we’re pretty serious, wouldn’t you agree?" 

"Well, yeah, of course-" 

"Then, well, erm, if you don’t mind me prying, why haven’t I met her yet? Do you think we’re going too fast, or…?” He trailed off.

“Um, my mum,” You started. “She’s not like your mum, okay?” You bit your lip. 

“Okay.” He shrugged. “So?" 

You felt the anxiety start to build in the pit of your stomach. You hadn’t had a panic attack since you were sixteen.

You put a hand over your mouth and started to walk away.

”(Y/N), where are you going?“ He called, chasing after you. He tugged you back by your wrist, but you just struggled out of it, running to the washroom and locking the door behind you. 

You leaned against the sink and let the panic take over, tears rolling down your cheeks and your heart racing out of control.

”(Y/N) I swear to God I will break down this door. What’s going on with you? I mention your mum and you freeze up and just walk away and shut yourself out? What the hell!“ 

"Ashton-” You strained, but you couldn’t say anything more. Your breath ran off on a runaway train.

“(Y/N), what-what’s going on? Do I need to call an ambulance?” He asked. You didn’t answer, you just struggled to keep up with your heart. “(Y/N), answer me!” He called out. “Please…” You heard a pounding on the door. “Unlock the door, (Y/N)!" 

You were sobbing, but you complied, for the sake of your relationship. He saw you, standing there, struggling to breathe, in tears, just an awful, complete mess. You’d never shown yourself so vulnerable to him. 

”(Y/N),“ He pulled you closer to him, lightly swaying the two of you back and forth. "It’s okay, baby. It’s all gonna be okay." 

"I’m sorry,” You sobbed, in-between breaths.

“Shh, baby girl.” He cooed. “Don’t talk. I’m gonna lead you upstairs, okay? Let’s just go lay down.” He gently picked you up bridal style up the stairs, and then put you down and lead you sweetly into the bedroom, where he laid the two of you down and just cradled you. “Shhh…” He whispered sweet nothings and he told you he loved you about every other second. “You’re okay, baby, I’m right here. You’re perfectly okay.”

You fell asleep to the comfort of his words, drifting off into another world for a few hours.


You woke up and the first thing you saw was him, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I’m sorry.” Your face felt sticky and dry from all of your tears, and you nervously looked up at him, wondering how he’d felt after your little episode.

“Don’t be.” He cooed. “It’s natural." 

"I haven’t had a panic attack since I was sixteen years old.” You exhaled a laugh.

“Did you get them a lot?” He asked. You sighed; you had to tell him. You couldn’t not tell him. You knew he’d always be there for you; he would’ve already left by now if he wasn’t. He loved you. He wasn’t going to leave, not when you needed him the most. He’d be right here. Always.

So you told him everything. Everything you’d never told another soul, everything that had been rotting away in your head for years. You told him about your struggles with your parents and your struggles with life in general. You told him every single thing.

And it didn’t make you vulnerable, it didn’t make you weak, for opening up to him, making you a completely open book.

It made the two of you stronger than you’d ever been.


please remember that panic attacks are different for everyone and this is my personal take on it from my own person experiences, if yours is different than that’s totally ace, mate. 

Yeah okay so that’s my little spiel on panic attacks.

All of you are lovely,  gorgeous people and I hope you know that and okay I’m done now I swear bye xx