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anonymous asked:

Okay but Consider This: Lance....... loving himself................... and actually feeling like he's good enough.... like he really does deserve to be part of this team...... Yiss

now this is a concept i can get behind,,
imagine: Lance being happy and secure in his role as a fundamental part of Voltron. He knows no one wants him gone and that he’s an exceptional asset to the team, besides being a delight to be around, also because all of his friends keep telling him in backhanded compliments and praises. “Nice shot,” Keith calls into the comms, and Lance can feel the smile in his words as the others whoop in agreement. He grins and pumps his fist in the air, dodging another ship coming his way only to turn back and bullseye it with an ice ray. In the castle hangar, Shiro pats his shoulder amicably and says “Good job out there, Lance” to which he replies with a snarky one liner on the gist of “I kinda missed the smell of galra’s kicked butts.” Everyone laughs genuinely, and Lance is still grinning as he takes a long, hot shower, humming some indistinguishable pop song to himself under the spray.

He still misses home, but the hollowness it leaves in his ribcage is filled with weird altean game nights and the feeling of belonging to a new mismatched family. They’re doing this together, for better or worse. And when they’ll have saved the universe and come back to earth, he’ll have cool scars and amazing stories to tell. Maybe he’ll write a book and they’ll get an apartment all together, maybe he’ll be able to tell his mom that he’s fallen for an unruly boy with a mullet and a heart of gold, that they want to get a dog and adopt children. He’ll bring alien stuff to his nephews only to see their eyes light up in awe, their little faces rapt in wonder as he recounts the tale of the salvation of humanity and everything beyond. He’ll tell them that he was there, with the bravest companions he could ever desire, and they fought back to back by the skin of their teeth against a tyrant with a will as strong as steel. He’ll tell them how he saw cities crumble and raise from the ashes, a testimony of just how strenuous is the instinct in all living beings to keep fighting for good. He’ll tell them, at last, how the light will always shine brighter in the darkness, and that there is always hope for a better future.

There are a lot of things that he didn’t know at first, and even more that he still doesn’t. The road is long, and bumpy, but he’s ready to learn, and see where it takes him.

That night, as he laughs at something Hunk said, Keith entwines their fingers under the table and squeezes gently. One thing, he definitely knows. Lance squeezes back, and knows that they’ll be okay.

Operation Happy Jeff™ - Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request - “Can I request an angsty/cute Jeff x Reader where he’s having a relly really crappy day and nothing seems to cheer him up so they do all these cute things to make him feel better. Can you also add the promt “There’s that smile” to it?”

A/N: Beware the grumpy Jeff. Sulky and adorable.

The room was so dimly lit that you were struggling to see. In fact, it took you a good few minutes to make out Jeff’s cocooned figure in the corner. You sighed. You knew something was up. He’d been acting strange over text and refused to let you call him when you asked. So, you did what any good friend would do and risked a speeding ticket driving over to his place as soon as you could. You did what any best friend helplessly in love would do.

The first step in what you were now calling; ‘Operation Happy Jeff™’, was to get some sunlight in. Jeff still hadn’t acknowledged your presence, but you swaggered over to the windows and violently pulled the curtains nevertheless.

“Ow fuck!” He squinted. “Y/N, what the fuck are you doing here?” He remained curled in the corner shielding his eyes.

“I’m taking you to Disney-world.” You crossed your arms earnestly.

“Fuck off are you taking me to Disney-world.”

“Well, no. You know my monthly income wouldn’t even cover a day trip for one person, but that’s not the point! It’s metaphorical. The point is that by the end of the day you are going to be so ecstatic that you’ll feel like you’re in Disney-world.”

“I don’t think that’s-”

“Come on! Get up!” You yanked up the complaining Jeff and coaxed him downstairs.

“Your piece of shit car couldn’t get us to Disney-world anyway.” He muttered under his breath. You hit him round the head.

“Talk shit about Herman again and i’ll leave.” You crossed your arms, watching as he sat at the kitchen counter. Despite his protests, he didn’t really want his best friend to leave, he was grateful when you’d turned up.

“I’m not going to make you talk to me about it until you’re ready.” Your tone had softened now. Step two of  ‘Operation Happy Jeff™’  was now ready to be set in motion. Wildlife Watching.


“No. No?” He protested after you’d told him the plan.

“Why not. It’s a great way to relax and the sun will release your endorphins.” You stomped out into Jeff’s garden, him dragging his heels behind you.

He rolled his eyes. “But it’s so boring!”

“That’s what a boring person would say.”

“We’re not going to see anything from my garden anyway.”

Half an hour later, you’d seen a few birds, and a worm- but Jeff was still not impressed. ‘Did you know the brown stuff in their bodies is their poop?’ he’d said with disgust. Time for Step Three you guessed.


“How is giving you a piggy back meant to make me feel better again?” Jeff grumbled, walking you around his coffee table.

“You’re helping others!”

“But you can walk.”


“No way-”

“GALLOP.” You pulled at his t shirt slightly as though it were reins.

He gritted his teeth and galloped lacklustredly round the table, warranting a loud cackle from you.

He put you down and turned to you. “You’re just making me feel like an idiot.”

“My favourite idiot.” You placed a hand on his cheek and wobbled it slightly. He rolled his eyes again.

“Look, Y/N, it’s pointless. You might as well give up now.” He threw your hand off of him.

“I’m not giving up on you Jeff.” Your eyes bore into his, more serious now.

“I wish you wouldn’t say crap like that.” He slumped on to the couch.

“Why? You know how much I care about you and how I hate seeing you like this?”

He shook his head, trying to prevent himself from saying something stupid. Sensing his discomfort, you flopped down on the couch next to him. Step Four.

“Guess it’s time to watch Mulan then.”

Mulan was Jeff’s favourite, he could never not sing along, and the funny bits sent him into fits of laughter. Not this time, though. You were growing more and more concerned the more stuff you tried that would usually cheer him straight up. Nothing was working. You stopped the film halfway through, it was useless.

‘Operation Happy Jeff™’  Step Five really had to pull it out of the bag. Making Cookies.


“Now, is the butter at room temperature?” You asked, mindlessly playing with the whisk.

“Uh, I don’t have a temperature stick thing…you know the…”

“Thermometer? You don’t need one, silly.” You chuckled. “Just tell me if it looks kind of soft.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Jeff shrugged, handing you the tub of butter. He didn’t seem much happier, but he’d definitely put his focus into baking these cookies.

“Measure 125g on the scales.”

He scrunched his face up watching the numbers on the scales, causing your heart to lurch and uncontrollably smile. He was too cute.

“Okay.” He nodded, handing you the bowl. You poured the butter into the sugar.

“Hold the whisk at the top here.” You pointed to the spot above your own hand. “We’re whisking this bitch together.”

You thought you may have caught him in a small smile, but it was so fleeting you weren’t sure.

The whisk buzzed on and you and Jeff moved your hands together in circles, making sure the butter and sugar were creamed. Jeff was so close you could smell him, in all his minty-vanilla glory, and his big hand overlapped yours slightly. You added the eggs and vanilla with your spare hand, and continued to swirl the mixture. Jeff readjusted his grip, brushing your hand slightly.

“That’s done.” You stated, realising that had been a bad idea. “I’ll measure the flour, you can do the chocolate chips.”

He nodded, moving to the other counter to do the chocolate chips.

You poured the flour into the bowl. “Jeff?”


“Do you want to whisk it while i grease the trays?”

“Uh, yeah.” He nodded again.

It all happened pretty quick. The whisk was on full blast and you’d forgotten to tell Jeff to fold the flour in first, and he ended up spraying flour all over the room. All over himself. All over you.

“Oh my god!” You squealed, laughing. Jeff looked shell-shocked. You lobbed the lump of butter in your hand at him, hitting him in the nose.

“Fuck off.” He growled, wiping the butter from his face and lobbing it back at you. Your mouth fell open as the cool substance hit your neck. You shook your head in disbelief, immersing your hand in the bag of flour before running toward him and coating him in another handful. He blew through his mouth, creating a flour cloud, which hit you in the face. And, seeing you coated in flour and grinning at him, his mouth twisted up into a gorgeous beam, his teeth standing out white even against the flour.

“There’s that smile.” You bit through a grin. He looked down at you warmly.

“You did it, you cracked me.” You were so close that his voice was soft and quiet, but still audible. “It should be illegal for you to look so cute covered in flour.”

You scoffed. “I can’t believe Mulan didn’t work but throwing flour at me did.”

“It wasn’t just the flour, really. It was the whole day. I know I complained but I can’t believe you really did all this for me.” He shrugged.

“You know I would do anything for you, Jeff.” You urged.

“That’s part of the problem.” He backed away and leaned against the kitchen counter, wiping his hand down his face. The smile had gone.

“What? I’m sorry I’m… confused.”

“Well part of the reason I’ve been in such a funk today was that for some reason my baseball game was completely off, I really could not play. Realising why was the other reason.” He sighed.

“Why?” You edged closer to him.

“It’s been ever since I saw you and Zach yesterday, I can’t get it out of my head.” Admitted Jeff.

“What do you mean?”

“I couldn’t stand the thought of my best mate with the girl I love.”

You froze. What? What? Were you hearing this correctly?

“Fuck.” He muttered, kicking the counter.

“Jeff I really don’t-”

“I’m gonna regret this.” He inhaled, swiftly moving over to you and cupping your face in his hands. Dry, floury lips were pressed to yours in an instant, shocking you. It took a few beats to register that this was actually Jeff, and press your hands against his warm chest. His heartbeat was fast against your hands, and his own hands warming your cheeks. The way flour met your tongue was kind of gross, but you couldn’t care in the slightest. His right hand moved to your waist, pulling you flush against him. His mouth opened hungrily providing room for your tongue, but instead you bit down on his bottom lip sensually.

He breathed what resembled fuck, and you smiled into his mouth.

“I concur.” You whispered, breaking off and resting your forehead against his. Both of you were breathing roughly and heavily, holding on to the other for stability.

“I guess this is better than Disney-world.”


The morning found Jeff’s arm slung over you, and the success of ‘Operation Happy Jeff™’ .

Unexpected Love - Tom Holland AU

Prompt: Tom and his dad got in a car crash, Tom making it out alive. He’s trying to cope with his father’s loss, but is having a hard time doing so. So they send you to help fix him from up above.

Warnings: Mentions of dying, Smut, God, car crash, sexual things.

Word Count: 2,431

Pairing: Tom Holland x Angel! Reader

A/N: This is based on that audition tape Harrison did that was on Tom’s Instagram. First time doing smut tell me what you think. Sorry for the lack of my stories I’ve been busy. Hope this makes up for it. :)

Tom didn’t think his whole life would change. He kept telling himself what if he never went out and gotten drunk at that party. What if he stayed in and spent time with his family. What if he didn’t call his dad to come and get his drunk ass. He’d be alive right now. All he could do is keep blaming himself, but every time Tom does his family would tell him that he and his dad couldn’t have known that a semi would ram into their car or that everything seems to happen for a reason. Tom couldn’t help but get lost in his own thoughts.

“Mum, dad I’m heading out alright” He called out to them as he reached for his coat on the rack.

“Woah there, at what time do you suppose you’ll be back?” His mum asked.

“Come on mum I’m like 20 now” Tom rolled his eyes. She wasn’t having any of it though. She gave him a stern look.

“I don’t know 11:30 maybe midnight”


“Don’t worry I won’t do anything stupid, promise, besides Harrison is going with me”

“That should give us plenty of reasons to worry” His dad pitched in. Tom tilted his head back in a groan.

“Alright we’ll let you leave, but only if you text us that you made it back to your apartment safely” She added on.

“I promise” He closed the door behind him as he saw Harrison’s car out front.

“Hey mate ready to have the time of your life?” Harrison greeted as he got in.

“Are you sure you’re not drunk already Harrison?” He teased.

“Ha ha your hilarious” With that they drove off to the party where they would be spending their time at.

The party was in absolute full swing. People grinding on people, couples making out in various places, music going at full blast, and lots and lots of booze. Harrison had been trying to hook him up with a pretty girl, until he told him to bug off, then Harrison was out of sight just like that.

He had a beer in his hand and was leaning up against a wall by the staircase. As he went to take a sip of his drink, a girl walked up to him, she was quite beautiful in his opinion, gorgeous brown eyes and hair, yet he couldn’t quite pinpoint the look in her eyes.

“Hey handsome” She gave him a coy smile

“Hello darling” Tom waved with two fingers that were holding the bottle in my hand.

“What’s someone like you doing here all alone?” She tilted her head.

“Well I am here with a friend, although I don’t seem to know where he is at the moment?” He gazed around the house.

“Well would you care for some company?” She offered.

“That would be great!” He half yelled over the music and gave her a smile.

“You wanna go upstairs, it’s a bit loud don’t you think!” She shouted.

“Yeah!” She grabbed his free hand and led him upstairs, she pulled him into a more secluded area, which happened to be someone’s bedroom. They entered and she shut the door behind them locking it.

She turned around. “It’s much quieter now”.

“Yeah it is” He chuckled.They fell into an awkward silence and sat at the edge of the bed, their knees touching.Tom took another sip of his beer.

“Do you mind if I take my shoes off?”.

“No go right ahead” He shook my head.

“I’m Vanessa by the way”.


“Tom what was your ideal for tonight?”.

“I don’t know, get drunk, hang out with my best mate, and go home.” He shrugged.

“Let’s have some fun then?You and me” She questioned.

“That’s quite an offer love” He said.

“Oh come on it’ll be fun” She stood in front of him.

“I don’t even have a condom” The girl bent down and pulled one out from her boot.

“You came prepared” He teased.

“I was hoping to get laid” She retorted.

“Well then you just got lucky” Tom pulled her towards him placing a firm grip on her waist. 

Tom didn’t know what to expect, he didn’t know if it was the hormones or the alcohol, but after she pulled down her dress completely bare, no undergarments, he just couldn’t help himself. He pushed her onto the bed. In an instant Tom was on his knees, spreading her thighs and pulling her legs to settle over his shoulders. She tangled her hands in his hair, and leaned her head back onto the bed, watching him with hooded eyes while he kissed the inside of her thighs. He was staring up at her, so intensely it took her breath away. She was pulling on his hair and bucking her hips waiting anxiously for him to began working his magic on her. Tom eyebrows rose at her anxiousness as he began licking her folds and sucking harshly against her warmth. His relentless tongue, lips, and teeth working aggressively to get her off. He focused on her clit, tongue swiping rapidly over the tiny bundle of nerves. “Come for me, love,” he moaned against her, the vibrations making her back arch. She was trembling and squirming in his hold.

The roles reversed and then everything became quite a blur afterwards. He wasn’t aware of what happened. Tom had called his father at an unreasonable time and then everything became quite a blur afterwards. He wasn’t aware of what happened. Tom had called his father at an unreasonable time and then he was picked up. There was a bright light and then everything went dark…

“Tom you in there mate?” Harrison said waving a hand to get his attention.

“Sorry I was just thinking”

“Well it must’ve been great cause you slipped back for a couple minutes” He playfully punched his best friends shoulder.

“Do you believe in God?” Tom blurted out.

“I’ve just said his name a few times” Harrison gave a laugh.

“Come on I’m serious! God, heaven, angels…miracles”.

“No I don’t think so, do you?” Harrison quirked an eyebrow at him. Tom sat still not giving a response leaving a awkward silence for a brief moment.

“Did I ever tell you about that night? The car crash” Tom asked.

“Not really I-I know your dad he-”

“Died. I think I did too or at least I should have, b-but there was this” Tom paused.

“This what?” Harrison was so confused.

“Hand. Like- this hand…there was this hand that reached out and I-” Tom wasn’t getting nowhere with his best mate. “You know what forget it, it-it’s nothing” Tom sighed.

“You sure?” Harrison wanted to make sure his best friend was doing alright.

“Yeah man you go do what you need to do” Tom waved him off.

“We could always go down to your favorite pub, Find you a pretty girl or a hot stripper” Harrison joked.

“Harrison I don’t need a stripper!” Tom exclaimed.

“Alright, j-just know I’ll be there if you need anything, we all will” Harrison was referring to his family that lived only five minutes from him. He patted his shoulder and stood up.

Tom let out a short. “Yea”.

He watched as Harrison walked out his front door. Tom glanced at his watched and saw it was already getting late and thought to just head off to bed and sleep off his stress. He dragged his feet and pushed opened his door. Tom was completely oblivious of his surroundings because he was rubbing his eyes. When he removed his hands it wasn’t expecting for the sight in front of him.

“Hello” You waved sitting at the edge of his comforter. Tom blinked and rubbed his eyes more replaying the walk upstairs, thinking if he could have hit his head in the process.

“Hi” He said hesitantly. “W-Who are you?” He put a good few feet in between himself and you who showed up out of god knows where.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to finally meet you” You stood in your place but extended your arm out. You showed a genuine smile. Tom didn’t bother shaking your hand, but you still kept on your smile.

“Tom..” He stared at you. 

“I would have introduced myself sooner, but I didn’t want to scare off your friend” You apologized with a sad smile.

“You mean Harrison?” Tom pointed behind him to the hallway.

You simply nodded.

“Did he put you up to this? God I told him I didn’t need a stripper!” He groaned.

“What’s a stripper?” You titled your head to the side.

“You don’t know what a stripper is?!” He stared at you as if you had two heads attached to your body.

“No” It was an honest answer.

“You know. Poles, taking your clothes off for money, sex with random guys” He explained.

“That doesn’t sound too endearing” You furrowed your brows.

“Tell me about it…” He shook his head. “W-Wait don’t change the subject, who are you, and what are you doing in my house?”

“I’m Y/N? I was sent down to help you get through your pain” You finally stood up.

“Sent down..What are you talking about?!” Tom failed his arms around.

“Your hurting Tom and it’s my mission to fix it” You walked towards him.

“Listen Y/N” He placed a hand on your shoulder, you glanced down at it. “You seem like a great girl, but you need to leave okay. I’m tired and want to sleep so” He pushed you into the hallway. “I’m sure you can find your way out the front door” With that being said he slammed his bedroom door in your face. You flinched at the sudden sound. You have never met anyone with bad manners.

Tom sighed as he closed the door. He leaned against it turning around. “That wasn’t very nice” You sat in the same spot he found you in, but you had a slight pout on your lips. All Tom could do was stare in shock. He vastly yanked his door open looking into the empty hallway and back to you. 

“H-How…y-you were…b-but…What?” He stammered.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily Tom” You giggled softly but not in a creepy way.

“I’m loosing my mind” He ran his hands through his hair.

“Nope, you just haven’t fully comprehended what’s going on” Tom glanced at you. He saw nothing but pure innocence. You had offered him a small smile. He was curious to say the least. He found himself thinking back to that night.

“What’re you?” He muttered

“What do you think I am?” You spoke softly.

“I have a guess, but it seems too good to be true” He finally got his courage back and sat down next to you.

“Anything is possible” You smiled.

He nodded. Tom took a breath and asked. “Are you an angel?” His eyes shined with some hope behind them.

“Yes” You whispered. Once he got his answer he started firing you with more questions.

“Do you have wings?”


“Can I see them”

“Within time yes”

“Is God real?”

“No ones really seen him so I guess it’s just how you choose to believe in him, but in a way, yes he is very much real”

“Is there a heaven?” 


“Does everyone look like you?” He was getting rather flirty.

“Ha, no everyone has there own unique form” You giggled.

“What did you mean by you were sent down here to help me?”

“We see everyone up there. We see the people being happy, Broken. Mad. Sad. We see them all” Your voice trailed off.

“But why me” He looked at you. You glanced up to meet his eyes. “Because you’re special, and your heart needs to be healed” You placed your palm on top of his heart. He nodded. “You should rest” You got up.

“You should too Y/N and sorry about slamming the door in your face” His nervously scratched the back of his head.

“You meant well” You smiled. “Oh and we don’t really sleep”.

“You don’t sleep?” He asked. You just shook your head no.

“Then what do you do?” 

“We watch over everyone” 

“So your just going to watch me sleep then” He raised his brow.

“Does that make you uncomfortable?” You frowned.

“Um no not at all I’m just saying wouldn’t you prefer to do something else?” He shrugged.

“What do you have in mind?”

“You can watch a movie in the living room”.


“Don’t tell me you don’t know what that is either” He whined.

“Sorry” You sheepishly smiled.

“Alright well let me get changed real quick and I’ll put you a movie okay?” He smiled.

“Okay” You thought better to walk down his hallway rather than disappear into thin air.

A couple minutes past by as you sat patiently on his sofa. His house was very fascinating, nothing you’ve ever seen before. You heard footsteps descending down the hallway. You turned your head to look at Tom. You were merely confused, he said he was going to change but wasn’t wearing a shirt. He seemed to notice your confused state.


“You didn’t change?”

“Yeah I did?” He stared down at his long pajama bottoms and his bare chest.

“You’re still naked?” You furrowed your eyebrows together.

“W-what, oh no, Y/N that’s just how some of us guys prefer to sleep” He chuckled.

“You sleep half naked?”

“Well no…n-not technically” He stuttered.

“Strange” You whispered raking your eyes up and down his torso. It was an innocent act. You didn’t think much of it, but Tom clearly turned bright red under your gazing eyes. 

He cleared his throat. “Anyway, how about that movie love” You caught on to the last word not knowing what it meant.


He clicked a few buttons on a rectangular remote control. He went to something called Netflix and started scrolling through all the different varieties to choose from. “So here’s all the movies, you can choose whatever you find interesting okay” You nodded but were still a little uncertain on what to do, but decided against telling him, not wanting to keep him up any longer. So you’d just figure it out on your own. “Okay” You told him with a smile. He returned it.

“I’m going to bed now, if you need anything just wake me up” He called out over his shoulder going back to his room.

You looked back at the remote in your hand and started pressing the down arrow button. It seemed to make the tv move down and you smiled because you started to get the hang of it. You picked a movie that seemed intriguing and spent the whole night watching movie after movie.

-Tell me what you thought. Let me know if you think it’d be a good idea to continue further on. Comment. :)

anonymous asked:

100 please

100. I can feel your heart beating

It had all started in the 2nd grade, when Harry Styles pushed Y/N Y/L off the monkey bars during lunch time recess.

It had resulted in Y/N breaking her arm and Harry, in a panic, fleeing the scene like nothing had happened and leaving Y/N there to cry on the prickly bark chips. After 7 year old Harry was confronted by the teachers, he remembered what his older sister had told him when it came to adults: deny, deny, deny. He got off the hook that day, much to Y/N’s anger. That was ten years ago.

Y/N didn’t hate a student more passionately as she did Harry. Harry didn’t even have a reason to hate her so he resorted to teasing her and picking on her, whether it be throwing out sarcastic compliments to squeezing her sides to get her to yelp. Y/N hated it but Harry? He loved it.

“Lookin’ good today, love!” Harry whistled as he passed by Y/N and her group of friends.

She glared at him and called out, “Fuck you!”

“Time and place!” He responded, carrying on down the school halls with a smirk on his face.

During their shared French class, they were apart of the same table group but Y/N would never talk to Harry, sticking to talking to the other two kids at their table.

He would pass her notes in French while a lesson was occurring, aiming and throwing it to her face.

“Tes yeux, j'en rêve jour et nuit.”
I dream about your eyes day and night.

Y/N would look up at him, no hint of a smile anywhere on her face and scribble on the back,

“Ferme ta gueule.”
Shut the fuck up.

Every rude joke he attempted, every sarcastic compliment he tried would be shut down by her, as she was having none of Harry Styles’ bullshit.

It was one day, Y/N was walking down the halls of her high school, holding the attendance sheet she promised she would deliver to the office. Classes were in session meaning the halls were empty and vacant, her footsteps echoing down the walls.

As fast as it happened, the janitor’s door flew open and out reached a hand on Y/N’s hoodie, dragging her in without another sound.

“What the hell!” Y/N screamed only to have a hand fly to her mouth.

“Shh! Ya’ don’t want the principal to hear us, do you? Don’t be daft and keep your voice down.”

“Harry I swear to god—!” She argued, smacking his hands off of where it still clutched onto her mouth.

The janitor’s closet was dark and dusty, all the scents of cleaning chemicals mixing into one big, disgusting disinfect smell. The room was cramped, forcing Y/N and Harry nearly chest to chest with each other.

“Move from the doorway and let me out.” She rolled her eyes, attempting to scoot him to the side. But Harry meerly took her by the shoulders and planted his lips onto hers.

Y/N made a sound of surprise, scrunching her eyebrows as she felt Harry work his mouth on hers, occasionally sucking in her lower lip between his.

Harry Styles had not only broken her first bone, but also taken her first kiss.

“I can feel your heart beating.” He said with a smile, lifting only a centimeter off her mouth to speak. When she didn’t reply he cupped her neck, allowing her to shove him away but when she didn’t, he pressed short, stagnant kisses to her lips.

“Are you okay?” He whispered, using his thumb to stroke her jaw line.

“I mean — you just randomly pulled me into the janitor’s closet to make out with me — how am I okay?”

“Do you want me to stop?” He answered with a low voice but she shook her head much to his delight.

“Is this your first kiss or sommat?”

“Well it was.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Aw, how fun.” He grinned. “Let’s make it memorable then.”

Rap Monster

Somehow I think that Namjoon would actually be really attracted to curly hair so when he finds out you are insecure about it he`d make sure you know just how much he loves it.

“Come here baby. Your hair is beautiful, just like the rest of you.”


Would try to make you more confident about your hair by giving you lots of compliments at the most random of times. He`d be so attantive about it you`d have no other choice but to end up loving your hair.

Y/n: *washing dishes*

Jin: *hugs from behind* “You look lovely today. Especially your hair.”


Yoongi would probably be so confused by it and would end up wacking out some kind of argument along the lines of:

Suga: “Shouldn`t my opinion of your hair be more important then that of others? And if I love it, then what is there to be insecure about?”


Whenever he sees you be insecure about it doing things like straightening it or hiding it in a bun he`d be there reminding you that he loves it. (I can actually see him being really into it and amazed by how much natural volum it has)

Y/n: *infront of the mirror trying to hide it in a bun*

J-Hope: “Hey, don`t you dare hide such beauty!” *gif*


He`d try to subtly try to hint that he loves it, which would end up being not so subtle after all since after giving one chill comment about it he`d become all soft and end up talking about it for hours. 

*gif* “You know, I actually quite like your hair”


Could you even be insecure about anything around this boy? He`d already be telling you that your hair is gorgeous as he would be playing with it 24/7

*strokes your his hand through your hair* How do you get it to be so fluffy?


Like taehyung, jungkook would be constantly playing with it, watching it in awe or unconciously touch it. Like you`d be in the middle of a conversation and he`d stroke some hair behing you ear, drawing out the action so he could hold it a bit longer.

“Did you know that your hair is one of my favorite parts about you?”

sheloveskook  asked:

so, what do you think about jikook? ;;

i think they’re a cute but deadly combo… i love them and their playful but loving dynamic. jungkook adores jimin and i think he admires him alot too, n jimin always takes good care of jungkook it’s very sweet 🤧💓💓💓

Originally posted by sugutie

Evan Hansen x reader (who loves space) hc


• he first found out about your
admiration for space whenever he first saw you in class wearing a galaxy themed sweater
•you two were partnered up for a science project and you two obviously decided to do it on constellations
•he just loved the way your eyes lit up
•you invited his over to your house to work on the project
•he was amazed
•"w-wow y/n you REALLY like space huh"
•"what gave that away"
•when he finally gets the courage to ask you one date
•" woah you eyes look like stars"
•he gets you planet themed pillows for your anniversary and you just attack his face with kisses
•"I think I found my new favorite thing Evan"
•w-what’s that?“
•your face when you blush

Snitch de Amor

Words: 1, 191

Platonic till the end! James Potter x Reader

A/N: Just a small idea I wanted to share. I know that James was actually a chaser/seeker but I love thinking about him like the captain, so deal with me and my dreamy headcanons


You stood there, watching your house team train restlessly, hoping your comforting smiles would give James the support Sirius wanted you to offer.

Your handsome mate needed a friend to offer a shoulder were to cry thanks to Lily and Sirius was at the edge of getting kicked out of Hogwarts if he continued slacking off in muggle studies, so he couldn’t get to cheer the captain of the Quidditch team every now and then…that´s why you followed Potter around when Sirius wasn’t there.

(Sirius had study sessions once in a while, and he somehow managed to convince you to go half asleep to the Quidditch pitch every single morning after breakfast. For about twenty minutes. And every Friday afternoon. For about an hour.)

“Come on, you call that flying?!” You teased, because Lupin told you that the pretty boy with glasses tended to give it all when some underestimated him. “I can do better and I´m scared of brooms!”

James scowled at you, however he snorted before you got worried of making him angry. “You heard y/n! All of you want to lose the cup to those fucking snakes?!”

“Its really not necessary.” He muttered a Friday afternoon, when you slumped an arm on his shoulders in a brotherly way –kind of trying to be a great replacement for THE Sirius Black- and walked with him to the pitch.

“But I want to, I like seeing you and the others play.” You insisted, observing how he smiled at you, with his sickening charisma.

“So you like seeing me?” James said with amusement, making you wonder if he was finally getting over the fact that Lily was temporarily dating an almost glittering Hufflepuff. If the jokes and teasing comments were coming back, it was probably a good signal.

“Of course I do, Prongs.” With a chuckle, he ruffled your hair with that warm emotion filling his appealing dark chocolate eyes, tangling his long fingers in the soft and messy hair of yours.

And suddenly, when he continued to fondly stare at you, a strange thump on your chest ruined the smile that was slowly making its way to your lips.

“How about getting dinner earlier today?” You nodded, trying to relax and get away from the tension in your shoulders. “Brat, I´m telling you that the Gryffindor team is going to slack off because of you. Be more excited about it!” The moment his hands pulled a lock of your hair with a little more force than necessary, all the nervousness dissipated.

“You moron that´s my hair!”

Sirius kissed your cheek again. That was probably the only reason you weren´t really comfortable while spending time with the boy during dinner. The Black moron had this annoying habit of getting all over every person he knew and was close enough to touch.

Not that he wasn´t appealing to you, but it was quite a sight for Lupin who couldn´t stop blushing and for Peter who was awfully concentrated in his food. You didn´t want to make them feel uneasy when you were the stranger hovering in their space.

You kicked one of the legs that Sirius wanted to tangle with yours and the black haired bloke pouted like a child. “Getting tired of me already, bird?”

“Yeah, go away.” Muttered James, earning a chuckle from you. He grinned at your happiness and extended his hands to get another piece of cake.

“I thought we were mates, Prongs.” Sirius snatched the portion in Potter´s plate and feigned innocence with his trademark smirk. “And, even when you´re as pretty as any other bird my dear James… I was talking to y/n.”

Potter rolled his eyes, but didn´t comment anymore. So that left you and nobody else, trying to get rid of the clingy Black.

It was like any other Friday afternoon in the Quidditch pitch when it happened. You weren´t surprised. Bad luck was a normal trait in your family. (Kind of like the oddness in the Lovegood family.)

Something small, cold, sparkling golden and buzzing knocked you to the ground a second before getting inside your clothes to push you around the place. And maybe you were a tiny bit closer to the pitch than what it was safe to be.

“For goodness sake! Go away-” You screamed when the little object began to roam around your body, with no intentions of getting trapped by your hands.



Sirius looked at you startled, frowning a second before realizing what was wrong with you and your awful yelling. “Bloody Hell!”

“OH FOR MERL-” The little glittering gold snitch left your blouse when you were already at midair, with Sirius searching for his wand.

You fell.

Kind of. You were sure your body was stretched on the pitch grass, but you were alive so maybe the comforting warm on your back wasn´t exactly blood. An arm pressed your ribcage and you understood the reason why you weren’t even a tiny bit dead the second a muffled laugh mixed with a soft moan of pain resounded in your ears. “Sirius go look for McGonagall!”

The thing –the grunting human- that wasn´t letting you go at all, was definitely James.

James Potter, was released from the hospital wing about five hours later –with a lot of scrapes but nothing too painful, somehow the idiot managed to control the fall thanks to his ability to survive suicidal situations-.

He went for dinner after getting a big scold from McGonagall, a great screaming from Lily who couldn’t believe how much of an idiot he was for not taking care of his team –even when you weren’t part of the Quidditch team- and earning delighted gazes from the Slytherins. However, he was in a good mood. Prongs had the worst day of his life –or what a normal James would consider the worst- and a throbbing headache that would have probably get him mad any other day, and he was still fucking smiling.

Sirius gazed at him in shock, and followed him around with that same frown the rest of the night.

He didn’t resist his urges of interrogating his best friend till the next day when he was in a more normal and comfortable mood, so Sirius asked him worriedly about ten minutes before going to sleep.

“What is wrong with you, mate?”

“Huh?” His friend questioned with a confused smirk, not getting what the hell was he talking about.

“You are perfectly fine.”  Now James scrunched up his nose and waited for Sirius to continue with his statement. “I mean, you are okay, and this day was horrible. Prongs, Lily practically snogged another boy in front of you and screamed at you…and you´re…you aren’t moping around.”

“Oh.” Another smile grazed his lips when he said: “I don’t understand yet, really.”

“Really.” Sirius repeated.

“I’m just happy that nothing happened to her.”  

Then everything clicked inside Sirius’ head. It was you fault, your pretty little fault. Oh goodness, he was going to kiss you. Oh, he couldn’t, right?

“What is it?”

Sirius was going to stick you with glue to James. Or even better, he was going to chain you to him.

My Wife Is A Mermaid, Of All Things (Thomas Jefferson x Mermaid!Reader)


trueblue80s said: Hi can I have an imagine where Thomas Jefferson and the reader are married and he finds out shes a mermaid! 

Word Count: 1740

A/N: this prompt is… so cute, i am in love. hope you like it! 

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anonymous asked:

Are there any Photographer!Derek and Model!Stiles fics and the reverse? I love your blog

Hey :)

Thank you!!! Yes! I love these ones. 

Shutterbug by  Yiichi | 53.4K

Derek Hale is the photographer for the family-run magazine ‘NECKZ ‘n THROATS’, a periodical aimed solely at the werewolf demographic. When the model for their monthly bails out, the staff are hard-pressed to find someone else to photograph at the last minute.

Stiles Stilinski is a college student, scraping by on odd jobs to pay for his education fees. When his long-time friend Lydia finds him a one-off gig at a photo-shoot, he figures it couldn’t hurt.

As contrary as their natures appear to be, Derek finds the most fascinating piece of art at the end of his lens.

thursdays, filled with hope by  bleep0bleep | 5.2K

In which Stiles is an art student who needs one more model for a particular series of nude portraits, and his laundromat crush offers to help him out.

Not A Porn Star by  KuriKuri | 3.2K

“So, how do I look?” Stiles asks, doing a slow turn.

Derek almost forgets to respond, he’s so distracted by the way the black lace clings to Stiles’ ass and stretches over his hips.

“Since when are you an underwear model?” Derek finally manages.

My Hips Don’t Lie (And I’m Starting To Feel You Boy) by MagnificentlyMagic | 5K

The one in where Derek is a photographer for Calvin Klein and has roped in his dancer boyfriend (and his dancer friends) to model for him.

Pictures Of You by  charlesdk | 7.3K

Prompt: “how about photographer!derek and model!stiles with derek taking sneaky pictures of stiles on set laughing/eating and sitting around reading in his glasses every time they shoot together? (maybe laura steals the pictures and publishes them -maybe with quotes derek said about stiles when he thought no one was listening- and that’s how stiles finds out about derek’s crush on him?)”

Middle Of A Memory - Pete Dunne

Originally posted by pinknights

We were gonna dance till they shut it down
People’d be staring while I spin you ‘round
Thinking we were so in love, yeah
They wouldn’t know we hadn’t even hooked up

Pete was in love. He was never one to expressing feelings for anybody. Y|N, it was different. Trent and Tyler saw a change in him. 
Pete looked at Y|N with love in his eyes as he spun her around the dance floor in the middle of the crowd of people. 
“Y|N’s a good one for Pete.” Tyler nudged Trent in the arm as they watched the two. 
Y|N laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck with a huge smile on her face. Pete actually had a smile on his face as he had his arm wrapped around her waist. 

I’d get your number and I’d give you mine
And we’d be hanging out tomorrow night
But now I don’t know where you are
I’m under these lights right here in the dark

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It Takes Two - Negan Imagine

Theme: Fluff

Chapter Summary: As much as you attempt to keep out of the Saviors’ way while they raid Alexandria, your daughter decides to have a word with Negan.

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Prompt: You live in Alexandria with your very sassy daughter, Riley. After Negan takes over, Riley grows to be the one and only person that challenges him - and to say the least, he loves it.

Word Count: 2.1k

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Warnings & A/N: so basically halfway through writing this i realized the daughter was giving me Lilo vibes - so if you could imagine, she’s very much like Lilo :) | no warnings

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Originally posted by loglady92

“Where’s Maggie, Mommy?” your daughter’s high-pitched voice met your ears as she stumbled down the hall. You turned to her, closing the book in your lap, “She’s not here anymore, she - .. ‘moved,’” you stuttered. Technically, you weren’t lying. After the run-in with the Saviors, she would be better off, and much safer, not in Alexandria.

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I Want To Save You; Connor Murphy x Reader

Word Count: 6,232

Request: I loved “All my hope” so much I wanted to request you do one with an alcoholic reader? I’m struggling with things rn and it would be comforting-it’s a demanding thing to ask but I would read the shit out of your work all day if I could- something like Connor and reader are friends and he notices that maybe their water bottle is filled with a lot more than just water- arguments cus he’s worried and a hypocrite cus weed n shiz- drunk texts and sadness vent? Fluffy end -Sincerely Me..:

A/N: I fulfilled my first request! So, here’s the thing. The writing in this story is horrendous. (I also didn’t do a very good job proof-reading this) My dear anon, whoever you are, I am so sorry that I probably butchered the hell out of the story that you asked for. Nevertheless, I hope you find the comfort in these words that you were looking for even if my execution of this idea was a hot mess. I hope I did some justice to this and I sincerely hope that none of this comes off as offensive because that was not my intention in any way. 

Warnings: Alcohol usage, cursing, & (some of my worst writing, ever.)

Skill is defined as the ability to do something well. It is not something that you are born knowing how to do, it is something you learn and acquire over time. People typically think that skills are harmless things. Some people are skilled at dancing or painting. They are little talents that make you different from everyone else. But some skills are darker. They are private. They are not the type of skills that people talk about with envy. They are hidden and you intend to keep them that way.

At some point over the years you had acquired the skill of pouring vodka into your water bottle and resealing it perfectly. You were very careful and particular about it. You didn’t want to take a chance of anyone knowing. You poured the alcohol into a water bottle with the steadiest hands you could conjure and you hid the bottle away behind other items. When you ran out of it and had to throw it away, you would cover it up with milk bottles and empty boxes. You hid and repressed.

Your best friend, Connor Murphy, did not know that you had acquired this skill.

Connor has seen you get drunk before and it was no secret that you could drink a lot. He never really thought anything of it because he’s usually getting drunk with you. It’s hard for him to notice the extent of your alcohol consumption when he is also consuming it himself.  

Although, he would be lying if he said that he didn’t suspect something.

It started when he wanted a drink from your water bottle.

He grabbed it right out of your hands while you were walking in the hallway.

“Oh thank god, you have water! I’m so fucking thirsty.”

Your voice grabbed his attention before he could even touch the lid. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“….I’m getting a drink of water. I told you, I’m fucking thirsty.”

He looked over at you and was surprised to see that you were…flustered. You seemed nervous. Like a deer caught in headlights.

“Well, get your own fucking bottle, Murphy. This one is mine.”

You reached out and snatched the bottle from his grip.

“What the hell has gotten into you, Y/N? Jesus, it’s not like I’m contagious. We’ve shared drinks before.”

“I-I’m sick! I think I’m really coming down with something. I don’t want you to drink after me. Maybe you aren’t contagious but I am.”

“You seem fine to me. When did you get sick?”

“It just started last night! I have to stay hydrated and drink plenty of liquids. That’s what everyone always says to do when you’re sick, right?”

He didn’t really believe you. He’s seen you when you were sick and he didn’t think this was one of those times, even if this sickness was supposedly in its early stages.

“Well, if you’re sick, why the fuck are you in school? Shouldn’t you be resting at home?”

You laughed and for a moment he forgot that there was anything wrong at all.

“I’m not dying, Connor. It’s probably just a little cold or something. I’ll be fine, just keep your hands off my water bottle, okay?”


He spoke up again a few moments later, “Are you sure you’re okay, Y/N?”

“Yes, Con. I’m fine. Can we talk about something else?”

You spoke your words quickly and Connor noticed that you didn’t look him in the eyes when you said it.

But he did what you asked. He dropped the subject because you were his best friend. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He didn’t want to upset you. If he did, then there was a possibility that he could lose you. So he pushed away any possibility that something could be wrong and he changed the topic. But he did not forget about it.

He got high that night. He sat on his bed in the dark and tried to remember the exact look on your face when he tried to drink from your water bottle. It wasn’t just that you were nervous, it was more than that. You looked… scared. You seemed angry at him. It didn’t add up to him.

He tried to tell himself that you were telling the truth. You were sick and it would make sense that you wouldn’t want him to get sick also. But the look on your face, the nervousness in your voice, that was more than just concern over him getting sick. You got defensive.

The frustration was growing in the pit of his stomach. Normally getting high helps him calm the fuck down but tonight, it seemed like all it did was heighten his anxiety. He played it over and over in his mind because he wanted to make sure he didn’t miss anything. Every time he went over it, he came back to the same conclusion. There was definitely something off about you.

But he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.

As far as he could tell, there was absolutely no fucking reason for you to get so defensive about a water bottle.

Unless… it wasn’t water.  

He’s heard stories about people putting vodka in water bottles before but he’s never actually seen anyone do it.

It looked like water but he had to admit, he wasn’t really looking at it that closely. He was too busy focusing on your reaction to notice what exactly was in it.

But you wouldn’t do that, right? He’s seen you get drunk at parties before but everyone does that. Surely, you were not the kind of person to get drunk in the middle of the day.

He wasn’t even sure what time it was anymore. It had to be late, Zoe wasn’t blasting any annoying jazz music anymore and he couldn’t see any lights on from the crack of his door. He should probably go to sleep, but he felt wired.

If there was something wrong with you, he didn’t want to be one of those people that ignored the signs and missed all the clues. He didn’t want to be one of those people that said, “I never knew they had a problem. If I did, I would have helped.”

On the other hand, if there was something wrong with you, you would tell him. He was sure of it. You and Connor did not understand the concept of the word, “secret.” You shared things with each other; it was one of the many things that made the two of you so close.

You knew about all the times he got high. He told you about the shit that he did. You knew about the weed. You knew about his mental illness. You knew about all the dark and depressive thoughts that he had because that’s what friends do. They talk to each other. He told you about the days that he felt whole and he told you about the days that he didn’t. He expected the same from you.

He tried to not overthink it. He kept reminding himself that he didn’t actually have any proof of anything. He had no way of knowing if that bottle was full of vodka or water because he hadn’t actually opened it. All he had was a gut feeling of dread which didn’t really mean anything.

He needed to sleep and calm the fuck down. So he told himself that you were telling the truth. He repeated it over and over like a mantra under his breath.

You were sick.

The reason you got so upset was because you didn’t want him drinking after you.

It wasn’t vodka.

He was overreacting.

It was just water.

He let those thoughts float around in his head while he smoked some more. He did this until he was sure he believed it. He let himself believe it because he wanted it to be true. You were fine. You had to be.

He fell into an uneasy sleep. He didn’t really dream that night, it was more like random flashes in his head. There were images of you standing there in the hallway, looking like a scared, wounded animal. There were images of you reaching out your hand to rip that bottle from his grasp. There were images of you smiling, blurred, and drunk, holding a bottle of vodka in your hand. By the time he woke up, his chest felt hollow. It was like there was this deep, dark hole with no beginning or end and no substance in the world could fill it.

The next night came around. Jared Kleinman was throwing a party and honestly, if Connor wasn’t friends with you, he probably wouldn’t even be going.

You opened the passenger door before he could even put the car in park. He felt relieve when you climbed in the seat because you were smiling. You seemed happy or at the very least you seemed to be back to your normal self. He was looking at you beside him. There was something about the muted, grey skies outside that made you shine bright. In that moment, you were just his best friend that he knew and loved so well. Of course, nothing was wrong. You were fine. He knew he overreacted.

“So, I guess you aren’t sick anymore?”


He couldn’t really see the look on your face because he was trying to focus on the road. He allowed himself to steal a quick glance at you and he was surprised to find you looking… confused.

“You said you were sick yesterday, remember? You thought you were really coming down with something. You wouldn’t let me drink after you.”

Even though he was half focused on you and half focused on the road, he noticed how you suddenly seemed frozen at his last sentence but you quickly recovered. In fact, you recovered so quickly, Connor wasn’t even sure he saw you freeze at all.

“Oh yeah, I guess it was just a 24 hour virus or something. I’m feeling much better now.”

He thought it over while you flipped through the local radio stations.

He still wasn’t really sure if he believed that you were sick but he did have to admit that you seemed to be doing better than you were yesterday. He still had to remind himself that he had no proof that anything was wrong. All he had was his thoughts, which was a dangerous thing because it was so easy to assume the worst about every situation.

“Oh, I love this song!”

You turned the volume up on his car stereo and he allowed himself to steal one more glance at you. You were singing along to some song he didn’t really know and “dancing” in your seat. Well, it wasn’t really dancing; it was more like wiggling around your upper body and waving your arms in every direction. But you looked happy and free. The sun was shining bright that evening. It was cutting through the gloomy skies and illuminating through his windshield. The sunlight wrapped around you like a silhouette. You looked so safe and beautiful in the passenger seat of his car and he wanted to capture that moment and live in it forever. He wanted a world where the two of you could just be people. He wanted a world where you could just be best friends and he didn’t have to worry about intrusive thoughts, vodka filled water bottles, or lies about being sick. He wants to cut out all of the bad things in life and surround you with only the good. But unfortunately, life was not made up entirely of happy moments. Happiness is like a fizzy soft drink. It is sweet but it doesn’t last long. You have to drink it before it goes flat. So he soaked in your happiness all the way to Jared’s house until his heart felt full to the brim with love and then just like that, when he stopped the car, the happy moment went flat.

Connor’s original plan when the two you arrived was the keep track of how many drinks you had that night. Since he was driving, he was staying sober but to be honest, he lost track of how much you were drinking. It was a house party and there was alcohol out in the open everywhere he turned. There were people everyone. It felt like everyone he had ever met was there and as the night went on it was becomingly increasingly difficult to keep you in his sight. At one point, he lost you completely. The house was a like a sea of intoxicated students. He ran into people he hated and people he didn’t know but the one he was looking for was nowhere to be found.

You were already feeling a buzz that had grown so incredibly familiar to you. The thing was, it was hard for you to tell if you were drinking because you wanted to be happy and feel the buzz or if you were drinking because you couldn’t stand not feeling the buzz. You had reached the perfect moment. You were in a stage where all you could think was, “this is great. I feel happy. I don’t want this feeling to end.” Theoretically, this is where you should stop. This is the moment where you should switch your alcohol out for water and start to put a close on your night but you have often found that your drunk self has no empathy for your sober self. Once you start drinking, the word “stop” seems to no longer be in your vocabulary. So you kept going. You grabbed another drink even though it would ultimately only make you feel worse.

You were a wreck by the time Connor found you. You were a mixture of stumbling and slurred words. He couldn’t even understand some of what you were saying. He couldn’t let you stay any longer. He needed to get you home. Or at least, he needed to get you in a non-alcoholic environment.

What ended up happening was that you went to bathroom and started vomiting. Connor sat on the edge of the bathtub and rubbed your back and if anyone tried to come in, he would tell them to fuck off. The smell of alcohol was almost unbearable.

How much did you drink?

He cursed himself for not keeping an eye on you like he intended. What kind of best friend was he? He was supposed to be looking out for you, damn it. He was worried about you. He was supposed to take care of you and he couldn’t even seem to do that right.

If it was hard for him to tell just how much you had consumed. Everyone smelled like alcohol because it was a party and everyone was drinking. You always drink a lot. He never thought anything about it. Plenty of people drink a lot. But it was hard for him to tell the difference between drinking a lot and drinking so much that it was a problem. How was he supposed to tell when you crossed the line?

His brain seemed to be divided between two options. He could believe that you had a problem or he could believe that you just liked to drink but it was nothing to be concerned about. But you were his best friend and no one wants to think that there could be anything wrong with their best friend. So he lets that part of his brain win.

It was just water.

It wasn’t vodka.

You were sick.

You were drinking but it wasn’t dangerous. Everyone gets like this sometimes. Everyone drinks and throws up and has hangovers. This wasn’t a problem.

He told himself this over and over again while he continued to rub your back because he wanted so badly to believe it was true.

It wasn’t until the third encounter that Connor realized that maybe this was a much bigger problem than he wanted to admit.

He came to visit you because he needed to get the fuck away from his family. His father was in one of those moods where all he wanted to do was talk about Connor’s wasted potential.

His father seemed to have this pipe dream that Connor was going to take over his firm one day. Personally, Connor would rather slam his own tongue in a car door than become a lawyer.

For some reason, his mother decided today would be a good day to clean out their attic. His father came across a box that contained a baseball glove that was very stiff due to the fact that it had never been used. His father pulled the glove out and turned it over in his hands and let out a deep sigh.

“Guess I should probably get rid of this thing. The only thing this glove has done is collect dust.”

Connor hated the way he said this because it sounded insulting as hell. His father might as well have looked him in the eyes and said, “This glove has gone to waste, just like all my other hopes and dreams for you.”

Larry Murphy was always excited at the idea of having a son. He had images of teaching his kid to play catch and taking him fishing because that was what his father did with him. But Connor wasn’t interested in baseball gloves and sporting events. Larry wasn’t sure what his son was interested in. he couldn’t really figure out how to talk to his son and Connor was at a point in his life where he had given up all hope that his father would ever learn how to do it.

So this was how he found himself at your house with some movie on in the background even though neither of you were really paying attention to it.

At one point, you left to go to the bathroom and he saw a water bottle sitting right there next to your bed. He knew he shouldn’t be invading your privacy. That was the kind of shit that parents did to their kids and then they tell them it was just because they “had your best interest at heart.”

But he couldn’t deny that there was a curiosity taking over. He figured it couldn’t hurt to just check. If he could just confirm that you weren’t drinking than he could finally put his anxiety to rest and just you could just be friends again. He peeked out into the hallway to make sure that the bathroom door was still closed and he immediately reached out for it.

He read somewhere that you can tell the difference between vodka and water by shaking it up and looking for bubbles but that didn’t seem to help him much. He figured “fuck it” and just unscrewed the lid instead. He didn’t know too much about vodka. On the occasions that he would get drunk, it was not usually the type of drink he went for. It didn’t have a distinctive smell but it definitely smelled like alcohol. He didn’t need to be an expert to know that this wasn’t water.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Your presence startled him so much that he actually jumped and spilled some of the liquid on your bed sheets.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean, Connor?”

“This isn’t water, Y/N.”

It felt stupid as hell to be pointing this out. Of course you knew it wasn’t water, you were the one that was drinking it.

“I don’t really see how that’s any of your business.”

It felt like his blood was rushing through his body. The anger was rising, he could feel it.

“Not any of my business? Are you fucking kidding me? You’re my best friend. I think I have the right to know if you’re a fucking alcoholic.”

“I am not-“

“Yes you fucking are. You think this is normal? Drinking vodka out of a water bottle in the middle of the day? What is going on with you, Y/N? Talk to me.”

“I-I can’t.”

His fist was clenched so tight that his knuckles were white. His jaw was clenched and he was right on the brink of exploding.

“Why the fuck not?”

“Because you wouldn’t underst-“

“Oh that’s such bullshit. Of course, I would understand. You’re my best friend.”

“That isn’t enough, Connor! This isn’t the same thing as a bad day or shitty parents. This is the kind of thing that you can’t empathize with unless you’ve experienced it.”

“Well you can still talk to me about it. I’m fucking worried about you, Y/N. This isn’t normal. Let me try to help you please.

He holds up your water bottle. “You shouldn’t be fucking doing this.”

He was not expecting you to laugh, but you did. It was harsh and cold. In that moment all traces of his best friend were gone. He barely even recognized you. It was like you were composed of nothing but sharp edges. Normally, Connor considered you to be gentle. To him, you were a kind soul. You were a calming breeze during the most violent storms of his life. Every sense of calm was gone now.

“Why the fuck are you laughing, Y/N? This isn’t funny.”

You were still laughing, cold and cruel. “Yes it fucking is, Connor. You’re really going to stand here and lecture me on being sober? What about you? You really think you’re such a saint? You get high all the fucking time, Connor. Have you ever even gone a week without smoking weed? You’re such a goddamn hypocrite, Murphy.”

Anger. So much anger was rising in his throat like bile.

“Maybe I am a hypocrite. But you want to know what the difference between me and you is? I own up to my shit, Y/N. I can actually acknowledge the existence of my bad decisions. I know that I get high all the time; you know that, everyone knows that. You’re too busy covering up your darkness with fucking lies about being sick and water bottles. At least when I fuck up, I can openly acknowledge it. You’re too fucking scared to own up to your problems. You make up fabricated illusions and then you get defensive when anyone tries to call you out on it. You can’t own up to what you are.”

Your eyes seemed to be iced over. You were so angry that you were terrifyingly calm. It made the hair on the back of Connor’s neck prick up. He’s never seen you like this before. This was not the face of his best friend.

“I may be an alcoholic, but I am a damn good one. I don’t need help, Connor. Especially not from someone that can barely stay sober himself. Get the fuck out. Now.”

He didn’t see any point in arguing with you. He was running out of things to say and he was sure you wouldn’t listen to it anyway. So he left but he could have sworn he saw a empty vodka bottle peeking out from under a milk carton in your trash can.

Connor was thinking about getting high when he got home just to spite you.

I don’t need help, Connor. Especially not from someone that can barely stay sober himself

Fuck that. He could get high whenever he wanted and as far as he was concerned there was nothing you could do about it.

He didn’t end up doing it though. He was too busy thinking about everything.

The two of you had never had a fight before. There were slight disagreements sometimes but nothing on the level of what happened today. He also never knew you were hiding something like this. Why didn’t you tell him? You were right about him being a hypocrite. Who was he to tell you about being sober when the idea of getting sober himself seemed unfathomable? You were both hiding behind the masks that you made to disguise all of the shit that you’re ashamed of.

He wasn’t sure what to do. This problem was much bigger than him. It was serious shit and as much as he wanted to help, he had no idea how to do it.

Connor didn’t know much about alcoholism. Society always paints alcoholics as 55 year old men that sit on their couch and get drunk before 11 AM. He had a relative on his father’s side of the family that was an alcoholic but he didn’t know much about him. He’s pretty sure his father mentioned at one point that he was in AA meetings now.

He thought about suggesting AA meetings to you but if you weren’t even willing to have a conversation with your best friend, he didn’t think you’d want to do it.

There was this small part of him that wanted to talk to his mother. He actually used to have a pretty good relationship with her when he was younger. He had always been closer to her than his father because she didn’t try to force him to be someone he clearly wasn’t. It got harder as he got older. Unlike his father, she did actually try to help; she just didn’t always do it in the best ways. He tried to explain it to her once by telling her that it wasn’t just sadness. He felt empty. It felt like whatever part of his body that allowed him to laugh and love had been surgically removed. She didn’t seem to understand what he meant.

He debated it for several minutes before giving up on it. She would probably ask too many questions. He didn’t want you to know that he talked to his mother about it because he didn’t want to make you any angrier than he already had.

So, he turned to the internet.

Can you help an alcoholic friend?

He skimmed through multiple articles and message boards; it all seemed to come back to one simple message:

You can’t help someone that doesn’t want to be helped.

He’s heard this before and he expected this to be the case but it was frustrating. Surely, that couldn’t be it, right? There had to be something. If you could make him feel saved, then surely there had to be some way that he could save you.

You can’t help someone that doesn’t want to be helped.

It may be true that you can’t help someone that doesn’t want to be helped.

But it is an absolutely dreadful feeling to love someone and not be able to do anything to help them.


Jared Kleinman texted you to tell you that he was throwing another party. His parents were out of town so he figured, “why have one party when you could have two?”

He asked you if you were bringing Connor along but you still felt an angry bitterness settling inside at the argument the two of you had. So you texted back, “no.” and went on your own.

You wasted no time finding your way to the alcohol on the kitchen counter when you arrived. Your argument with Connor was still ringing loud and menacing in your head.

Anger was coursing through your bloodstream so you soothed it over with the familiar taste and sensation that a shot glass provided.

You shuffle through the crowd of students to make your way to the bathroom, you find it empty and you squeeze yourself inside and shut the door. Everyone on the other side sounds like they are underwater.

You pull out your phone and Connor’s number is one of the first things you see. You suppress a giggle and pull up your text messages.

To: Connor

Are you awake???

C’mon Con. I know you are up. You like never sleep

Are you ignoring me now

You waited and waited and all you were greeted with was silence. You were still holding a bottle in your hands. Sitting on the bathroom floor alone at a party is lonely and the loneliness makes you want to drink, so you do. Drinking seems to increase the loneliness, which causes you to drink again. It was an absolutely vicious and never ending cycle. But it was easier to do this. It feels easier to numb the emotions than to walk through the fire with your eyes wide open.

You nursed your drink and stared at your phone.

Maybe he hates me.

The loneliness grew with each passing minute. It filled you like an endless ocean. It was deep and dark and seemed to have no ending in sight.


You woke up at home. You woke up abruptly, your breathing was uneven and your heart felt like it was trying to pound its way out of your skin. Your mouth was stale and you can immediately tell there is no way you were going to be able to go back to bed. The light is shining too brightly through your window. You didn’t feel rested at all. You were awake but you didn’t want to be.

You had a terrible hangover, which was to be expected, but there was also a layer of anxiety there on top of it all. There was a sense of shame and self-loathing and you wished desperately that you could feel anything else.

You thought about the loneliness from the previous night, you thought about Connor yelling at you in this very room and it all seemed like a lifetime ago. The shame and anxiousness only grew when you recalled your fight with Connor.

He wanted to help. All he wanted to do was help and you didn’t even give a chance. He was your best fucking friend and you shut him out.

You dragged your hands over your face. It seemed strange. Your face, your hands, your body; it felt like it somehow didn’t belong to you. It was like you didn’t belong in your own skin.

You reach for your phone next to your bed and pull up your messages.

To: Connor

I’m so fucking sorry.

Is there any way you can forgive me

Can we talk?

Connor, I need to see you please. Can you come over?

You felt desperate for something.

You couldn’t help but think; maybe this is what rock bottom feels like.

You kept checking your phone and there was nothing. No response from Connor at all. He had completely shut you out. You weren’t even sure if he was reading your messages.

It was this complete silence from your best friend that made you realize that not only had you hit rock bottom but that the floor had just given out.


Connor hadn’t gotten much sleep last night. He spent much of his time researching everything that he could and the little bit of sleep that he was able to get was a very superficial kind of sleep that left him feeling more tired than energized. He may or may not have noticed the text messages you sent him in the middle of the night but he purposely ignored them. He still felt angry. He was angry that you didn’t confide in him. He was angry that he didn’t know how to help. He didn’t know what to say so he decided it would be better to say nothing at all.

When he woke up to text messages from you saying you were sorry and asking him to come over, he immediately headed out to see you. At the end of the day you are his best friend and even though he had just spent hours reading countless articles about how he couldn’t save you, he would be damned if he didn’t try.

He cracked open your bedroom door and dipped his head in. “Y/N?”

“Come in.”

He saw you lying in bed and you almost looked sick. He was sure that you had a hangover, so he made his way to your bed and crouched down trying to speak quietly so he wouldn’t irritate you.

“How are you feeling?”

“Horrible. I feel horrible.”

“I’ll get you a glass of water and then we can talk if you want, okay?”

You nodded but didn’t say anything. Connor left your room and you let yourself focus on the sound of his footsteps and the running of the water. He was back in no time.

He sat down a glass of water and some pills on your beside table and settled himself next to you.

“Connor, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things to you.”

“Yeah, you probably shouldn’t have but it’s alright. I mean, you weren’t completely wrong. It is pretty hypocritical for me to tell you to stay sober when I can’t do it myself.”

You stayed silent and fiddled with your fingers.

“Can you explain it to me? I tried to look it up last night but none of the websites were particularly helpful. I don’t really get it.”

You let out a soft laugh. “It’s like I said, Connor. It’s pretty hard to get it unless you’ve gone through it yourself. It’s like I’m completely powerless when it comes to alcohol. I don’t have the self control to stop. Some people have the ability to recognize that it’s late and that they have somewhere to be in the morning, so they can put a stop to it. I can’t do that. I also can’t just have one drink. The only time I’ve ever had one drink is if there is no other alcohol physically available to me.”

You paused and looked over at Connor. His face was scrunched up in confusion but there was also a great level of concern. He wanted to understand, but he just wasn’t grasping it.

You took a deep breath and readjusted yourself.

“Okay, think about it like this, Imagine that you put a six year old in the middle of a birthday party and you tell them they can’t have any sugar. No birthday cake, no soda, nothing. I have the same willpower as that six year old when it comes to alcohol.”

This seemed to be the explanation that made the most sense to him. Even if he still wasn’t completely understanding it because his relationship with alcohol was different, it was the first time that he felt like it was spelled out in terms that he could comprehend.

You were both silent, lost in your own thoughts. Connor spoke up first.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You remained quiet for a moment going over your own thoughts.

“…I’m not sure yet.”

“Well, if you want, I can stay with you until you figure it out.”

“I’d like that.”

Connor traced his fingers against your skin and you could feel his breath against your neck. Even though you felt sick and your body didn’t feel like your body, Connor’s hand still felt like his hand. Connor still felt like Connor and in that moment Connor felt like love.


There is a common misconception that once you make the decision to get sober, all of your problems go away. This idea is bullshit. Other problems arise and you have to deal with them while maintaining your sobriety. It is not a straight line and it is not a problem that you can fix overnight. It is a process and frankly, it is an exhausting one. If you go out, you come home feeling tired as hell because you spent the evening focusing all your energy on not drinking instead of enjoying yourself. You have your willpower tested every time you go to a party or stand at a bar. Everyday feels like a test and there are a thousand different ways to fail. You’re never really done recovering. Sometimes you still have to leave a party early. Sometimes you shake and cry because you want this thing that could ultimately kill you. People like to tell you that “it gets better.” But that isn’t really true. It doesn’t get better. You get better. You get stronger.

One beautiful thing about life is that if you don’t like where you are, there is always a new moment and a new day to start again. Opening up allows you to heal. Keeping things inside of you only makes you want to hide from yourself and you can sometimes go to dangerous methods to do it.

Connor never gave up on you. Even on the days when you wanted to give up on yourself. He taught you there is good in this world, if you’re willing to look hard enough in the right people. He gave you wholehearted love and support especially on the days that you felt you didn’t deserve it.

He loved you for who you believed you were and when that happened to change, he embraced the person that you ultimately discovered yourself to be.

It was as if you had been living in a bleak and never ending winter. You felt as if you were taking your first steps out into the sunlight after being buried in the snow.

There was no more winter. There was only Connor and a future filled with the brightest days of spring.  

Reaction #11: He finds out that his s/o is French

SeokJin (Genie):

Jin would be shocked (in a good way of course) and would be interested in finding out more about you. He would love to know more about France, French Cuisine, what you like to eat and what’s it like in France. This boy would ask so many questions! He would also occasionally like to attempt to cook your cuisine so you can feel more at home.

“Woah that’s really cool y/n! What do you like to eat? What’s it like in France?”

(Ahh how cute)

Yoongi (Yeon Ki Min):

Yoongi would also be interested in finding out more about you and would find it really cool. He would find it so cool that you can speak French and when you did he would always say “Ah babe you sound so cool.” Also, when you both have playful banter you can always use speaking in French to your advantage ;)

“Aish y/n I know you’re trying to say I have no swag but I do. You used this so many times already.” As you would continuously joke and say that Yoongi has no swag in your language and pulled out that card when you had playful banter.

 (Does Yoongi have swag? Tune in next week ;) )

Hoseok (J-Dope):

Hoseok would be excited to find out that you are French and, like Jin, would ask you tons of questions about you and France. He would also try to learn your language as well and would ask for you to teach him. Even though it will take a little while it would be funny but fun and endearing in the process. He would be so excited to expand his horizons.

*Conversation between Hobi and Namjoon when he learned how to speak French from you teaching him*

Hobi: Namjoon guess what!! y/n taught me French! Now you’re no longer the only one who knows the most languages.*dances happily*

Namjoon: That’s great Hoseok..but I also know French.

Hoseok: *Stops dancing and looks stares at him blankly*

Namjoon (Monie):

Of course Namjoon would LOVE it because he also is fluent in other languages as well. He would want to find out more about your culture and where you came from. He would adore hearing you speak in your fluent language as well as he would look at you endearingly. He would also be willing to learn more French and would want you to teach him. I’m pretty sure this boy is a fast learner so you would have minimal troubles teaching him French. Plus, in no time you both will be having full conversations in French and he would be so confident about it.

“Babe, can you teach me French? I think it sounds really beautiful.”

(What language WON’T this boy want to know lol)

Jimin (Christian Chim Chim):

Jimin wouldn’t know much about France or French but he would be willing to learn, especially if his s/o was French. It would be like that for any nationality of his s/o as well. Anyway, I feel like whenever Jimin heard you speak French or eating some of your French cuisine he would be interested to give it all a try. You would also offer him to taste some foods and would teach him more about France if he was interested because since he’s more accustomed to Korean culture, it can help you both learn about each other’s cultures equally, you learning about his and him yours. Hey, he might even discover some French foods he’d like and eat it more often. Also, he would do anything to make you feel at home because he knows how important it is to be accustomed to your culture.

*Jimin talking about the food you’re eating* “Hey y/n, can I give that a try? It looks really good.”

(Awww, supportive Jimin)

Taehyung (Jack):

Taehyung would be another to ask tons of questions to his s/o. This boy would be so excited to find out more about you and would love to learn more about your culture and would definitely be game to taste your cuisine. He would also love to hear you speak French and would smile and squeal like an idiot every time you spoke in your native language. He would also ask questions like 

“Babe, what does it mean when you say [Insert a phrase in French here]?”

(Taetae is curious and it’s cute)

Jungkook (Justin Seagull):

Like Jimin, Jungkook wouldn’t know anything about any other culture than Korean. Since you are French, the more you are around him, the more he would he would learn about it and happily adapt to it. He would be interested to learn more about your exotic culture and he finds it really beautiful. Overall, you would teach him more about France and such and he would be so interested to learn more.

“Wow babe, I’m glad I got to find out more about your beautiful culture.”

(Aww kookie)

A/N: Sorry if you didn’t like it, I tried! Also, I do not own these gifs, credit to those who do! Hope you enjoyed!

Your Angel

Castiel x Reader

750 Words

Story Summary: Falling for an Angel is hard. Watching him try to make things right is even harder.

A/N: Written for Angst Appreciation Day 2017. My last story of the day, hope you’ve enjoyed them!!

Warnings: Angst, sadness 

Your life changed the moment Dean Winchester came back from the grave. When he walked into that room, saying that something brought him back, you hadn’t realized that that same thing would one day win your heart.

It wasn’t love at first sight. Seeing the trench coated angel standing there, Dean’s blade sticking out of his chest, you had thought him weird, and more than a little frightening. As time passed, you began to realize that the awkward Angel was kind of sweet, in his own unique way.

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I WAS FINALLY UNITED WITH ONE OF MY FAVORITE HUMANS ON THE PLANET @thatsthat24 AND OH BOY LEMME TELL YA: he is the biggest sweetheart in the planet. Seriously, the moment he walks out to start the meet n greet he stops to say hi to me (cause, ya know, I only ever draw him like twice a week lol) then when it’s my turn he pulls me into the warmest embrace I have ever experienced, and we talked like long distance friends meeting face to face for the first time. (He also hugged me so hard that my lipstick smudged and got all over both of our faces and I am not sorry at all lol.) I love you so much Thomas. Thank you so much for being the wonderful human you are!! ❤️❤️❤️

Friends Are Friends Forever

Requested by Anon: One with Jax where you are best friends and he has had these feelings for you since you were kids he wants more but you don’t but you are willing to agree to do friends with benefits. you both agree once feelings are caught you both leave. it goes on for a year till he catches feelings for you. you don’t and it scares you off. she stops contacting him and he runs into her at a bar, they both sit and talk only for her to still not a relationship with him and they both continue to be fwb. (fwb) but she ends up pregnant and ends up living with him and they co parent but no relationship even after the baby?

Jax’s arms snaked around my waist, pulling me down on his lap. His mouth gently sucking on my earlobe, I shivered and leaned into his embrace, letting out a little moan.

 “Come on (Y/N/N), when are you going to let me love you?”

 I pulled away, looking into his eyes.  “Come on Jax, we’ve been through this at least a hundred times.” I jumped off his lap and walked across the room.

 I heard him get up and follow me, his body close to mine. “I love you (Y/N) Delaney!”

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Waking Up (Drabble Challenge)

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

15. “You don’t know what it’s like to love someone who only sees you as a friend…” + Suho

You were so ready to do nothing for the rest of your life as the longest workday ever finally came to an end.  

Your phone rang on the walk up to your apartment. You laughed at the timing as you read the caller ID.

‘Hey, Jun,’ you said as you picked up.

'Y/N!’ He chimed. 'Are you finished work?’

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Mark Drabble

Anonymous asked: Can I request number 8 and 100 with Mark? Thanks

8- You do realise that’s my hoodie right?’

100- You’re so clingy… I like that

Genre: Fluff

You lay on your boyfriends bed, snugging your face into his hoodie. You loved the smell of him, it was comforting, almost reminded you of home. You probably owned about five of his hoodies now, sometimes he’ll offer you them, other times you stole them in secret, just like this one.

‘Y/N? Where are you?’

Mark yelled from the down the stairs, you lifted your head out of the fabric and instead just held it closely in your arms. You could hear his footsteps coming up the stairs and make their way towards his room. He opened the door and let out a small laugh whilst shaking his head at the sight of you holding his hoodie so tight.

‘You do realise that’s my hoodie right?’

He said and sat down beside you.

‘Of course I do, that’s why I have it.’

You said, resting your head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of your head then started playing with your hair, probably making an absolute mess of it. You two sat there relishing in each others company for a few minutes before it was rudely interrupted.

‘Mark! Play games with me!’

‘Mark! Help me with this!’

‘Mark! Do my homework!’

Multiple screams were heard downstairs from the dream kids, making both you and Mark sigh. He started to get up but you grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back down. You pouted at him and kept tugging at his sleeve, refusing to let him go.

‘Come on Y/N, we can both go.’

He smiled at you and attempted to get up again, yet you weren’t having any of it. He sighed again and tried to think of any possible answer that would make you get up.

‘I’ll give you a piggy back.’

He said suggestively and you thought about it for a while.

‘Okay but I’m wearing your hoodie.’


He said and you pulled his hoodie over your shirt. Mark finally got up and crouched down slightly to allow you to get on his back with ease.

‘Y/N you’re so clingy… I like that.’

This is probably the shortest one yet, I’m so sorry anon if you didn’t like it!

School’s nearly over and I’m actually over the moon, a whole 8 weeks off meaning I can spend so much time writing stuff for you guys! Writing is really fun so don’t ever feel like you’re being a burden by requesting, the more requests the better! Speaking of requests, they’ll be opening again soon! Edits, fake texts and NCT drabble requests will always be open however so please go ahead and request~

We love you all so much <3

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