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All My Love

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A/N: I’m not happy with this, so I’m probably taking it down again but here goes a try. 

Word Count: 3,013

”Shawn? Shawn? Are you even listening to me at all?” I muttered, glancing over at Shawn in the passenger seat. 

I turned down John Mayer’s calming voice singing to us through the stereo in the jeep. My eyes fell on Shawn late enough for him to jerk up his head and quickly pop his eyes open. Confused and sleepy. For short moment probably wondering where on earth he was. 

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Last Chapter Update

Whoo. My week has been packed and I am very tired and ouchy. I also just spent the last hour and a half doing some major Home organizing and crunched  some numbers according to my plot outline:

There are 57 drawings remaining; 27 of those are absolutely essential and must be included in the last chapter. I just counted my drawings and I have 30 (almost 31!) finished.

Which brings us back to my original claim back in August that the last chapter would have 60 drawings (31+27 = close enough). The drawings that aren’t essential would be adorable and funny, but I think I will have to omit them since… Since I don’t want to post the last chapter in 2021.

Soooooo according to my calculations, since it takes me about 4 days (14-24 solid hours) to complete one drawing, it will take me 108 days to finish the last essential 27…. AKA, 3.5 months. Factoring in family dinners and other distractions, I’ll round up to four months. So…

New estimate: Chapter 18 will be posted in late June.

A few have already started proclaiming their disapproval/lost interest due to the time I’ve spent already. I really want you, my beautiful and kind readers, to know that it pains me dearly to delay the last chapter as long as I am, but I’m adamant about ending Home right. These drawings are very warm, colorful and detailed, and it will wrap up everything in the best, fuzziest, happiest way.

Thank you for your endless patience ♥

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JuminV Week - Day 6 | First Kiss

For @juminvweek 

Jumin, kissing won’t get anyone pregnant, and no, that kind of “kiss” was not even close please– 

And Jihyun why so B O L D poor Jumin lol

Also I just headcanon that Jumin already read all kind of book since he was small because he has reputation as a corporate heir to be taken care of and needs to be the best even if he has not been told to. I wish I can develop and elaborate this part into doujin or whatever later in the future. (Sorry my english suckass but I hope you guys get what I mean–)

LOOKING FORWARD TO DAY 7 AND I AM SO LATE WTF AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS ALMOST OVER-

anonymous asked:

hey hypaa this probably is kind of a weird ask but do you ever get sad being black in fandom? i am & whenever i read fic for.. idk ffxv w readers and such, there will always be a throwaway line that lets me know the author didnt really have black or brown girls in mind. and i can't really fault them for that? but i wish i could write well enough (or was at least brave enough to try?) to do something like that for black girls. ik this is random (sorry!!) but it's been on my mind a lot lately

Honestly, thanks for bringing this up, and don’t apologize for doing so, because it’s a major problem not only in this fandom, but in society in general. If we’re not being fetishized, then we’re forgotten in a sea of lighter, brighter faces that are coined as being the default, the epitome of beauty and all that matters.

It’s something that I try to avoid in my own reader inserts, and most of the reason why I love writing reader inserts anyway because I honestly want the reader to be immersed in what’s going on. I want them to be able to put themselves in the story without having to change intrinsically in order to do so. This is also why I like being relatable in my works, have the reader be more like we all are in everyday life in thoughts and actions rather than some persona that people may be in awe of but can’t really connect to.

This is also the reason why, unless I have a vested interest in the character itself, I do not vibe with OC centered fics. I mean, they’re not black or brown so how can I really connect with the vast majority of them, when as a black woman, I am constantly bombarded with imagery and media and the societal expectation that I should revere and emphasize with Eurocentric beauty standards and mindsets? I may be getting a bit too woke for Tumblr rn (everyone on FB already knows how much of an unapologetic black feminist I can be and I’ve lost many “friends” because of my stances), but like… our struggle is real, fam. There’s improvements every day, but in the words of Maxine Waters:

POC, especially in fandoms, gotta reclaim time. Otherwise, we will be effortlessly erased and no one will think anything of it.

That being said, I wanna write a lil black!reader series with all the bros. I just gotta wait till my muse comes up with something extra asf as set up to make them so great. :D
Every Other Rom-Com Ever

Female Lead: I am an uptight workaholic, and am neurotic to the point of damaging my personal relationships. [trips and tells implausible lies] But I’m also clumsy and awkward so it’s okay.

Best Friend: I am a quirky free spirit who inexplicably enjoys your company. I’m sassy, laid-back, and somehow always right.

Quirky Parents: We’re benignly embarrassing! And also somehow always right.

Female Lead: I’m lonely, but I still have The Plan. That’ll make me happy, right?

Best Friend: [rolls eyes] The Plan can’t keep you warm at night, if you know what I mean.

Quirky Parents: You can’t spend your life with The Plan. [Insert adorkable old people moment]

Both Together: THE PLAN DOES NOT INVOLVE LOVE.

Male Lead: [enters, probably awkwardly] Hello, I am a charming asshole whose assholery hides a sensitive heart.

Female Lead: YOU DO NOT GEL WITH THE PLAN.

Male Lead: Fuck The Plan. Stop being so uptight. Stop caring so much about things I don’t care about.

Female Lead: But I have dreams! Aspirations that have nothing to do with you!

Male Lead: [follows her around] Me, tho.

Female Lead: [relents] Perhaps you are correct.

[They are happy for 5 minutes, in which he is overbearing and she is uncomfortable cool with it.]

[Insert The Event. Maybe she lied to him. Maybe she prioritized her career and life goals over her sort-of-boyfriend. Maybe *gasp* AN EASILY EXPLAINABLE MISUNDERSTANDING. He shames her for what she’s done and storms off.]

Female Lead: I was wrong. But it’s too late to apologize for some reason.

Best Friend OR Quirky Parents: You should apologize.

Female Lead: But it’s too late for some reason! Also The Plan! Perhaps we were never meant to be.

Best Friend OR Quirky Parents: Fuck The Plan. This guy you’ve known for like a week eclipses everything else. Go to him.

Female Lead: You’re right! [leaves friend’s wedding/important meeting/family reunion/etc. Goes to him with big gesture. Trips, because she’s still clumsy and awkward.] I’M SORRY FOR NOT MAKING YOU TOP PRIORITY IN MY LIFE, MAN I’M ONLY KIND OF DATING.

Male Lead: I’m sorry I shamed you for having a life plan that doesn’t revolve around romance/sex, but this scene still implies I was right to do so.

Female Lead: Fuck The Plan.

[They kiss]

Female Lead: [narrating] Thus I learned that romantic love is more important than any other kind of love, or financial stability, or dreams you’ve had for literally decades. And I am better for it now. The End.

anonymous asked:

Hi Leah :) , i'm a big cc creator... i have a lot of followers, kinda like you hahaha. so i was wondering how you deal with all this pressure, and how do you deal with 'hate'. also how do you keep your motivation high and still be nice to people all the time? i get so much hate lately and i don't understand why... and it's kind of like bringing me down and then i don't even want to create cc anymore... i'd really appreciate if you answer this ;) you're my favorite cc creator of all times! <3 ty

Hi there! First of all I am so sorry you are getting through this hate wave. What I will say may sound a little bit cliche but this is how it works. Whenever you get hate or being pressured by someone, you need to remember that you enjoy what you do, that you do it really well and that among all the people that follow you, there are much more enthusiasts of your works than those “haters”. You create for you and you create for those who appreciate your work. That’s all. If there is no truth in the messages you get, you have no reason to even think twice about what it says, because it doesn’t matter.

Right now I get less hate than before which makes me super happy. But when I get some from time to time I usually delete it if I see it’s just someone trolling me.

And my motivation? Honesty I live for those comments under the posts. the “YAAAAAAAS BIIIIIIIITCH” makes me laugh and motivate me every time. I swear to god those comments never fail me. Also the messages I get after releasing something. It’s a huge dose of motivation and happiness.

Though if I have a bad day and just nothing goes well in making 3D I take day off and just do other things. You can’t work day by day, everyone would end up crazy 😂

So sweetheart, heads up and remember that you’re doing great stuff and the haters probably don’t have much better stuff to do than breaking their keyboards writing mean comments.

❤️

Cherchez La Femme: A La Folie A

A/N: It’s late, I AM AWARE, BUT ADULTY THINGS GOT IN THE WAY. Also, I wasn’t kidding about the angst hitting right away. And yes, I am also aware of the slightly egotistical line in here, but that’s the kind of thing I wish a boyfriend would say, if I had one.

Warnings: Breakup, swearing, angst, angst, angst. Drina’s a straight up bitch, okay? Okay. Bittersweet Bucky and Steve.

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TRACK: Chasing Pavements: Adele

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Josh Dun x Reader : Understand

A/N: So I was on another vacation and super busy, I’m extremely sorry for not posting in a while. This one is probably one of the lengthiest one’s I’ve ever posted yet, so I hope it makes up for my absence… As always, requests, comments, and questions are accepted. Thanks so much for putting up with me guys, you’re the best.

Anonymous said:
One where Y/N has to stay with Josh family when hers goes out of town. Her and Josh don’t know each other very well but then they bond and its fluffy like staying up late watching xfiles and they fall for each other Maybe some fluffy smut in the end?

*female reader, also i am so fucking sorry i realized after writing this that i wrote it in reverse, where josh has to stay with y/n’s family instead, i hope that’s okay, i’m super sorry. and for fluffy smut, um, sorry i kind of got carried away

You poked at the food on your plate with the prongs of your fork, not that hungry. You’ve stopped eating lately, mostly because you didn’t feel like it, but also because you decided you might want to lose a couple pounds, because hey, why not? You didn’t like what you saw in the mirror, and you wanted to change that. You hated yourself. Not just that, but life was getting too much to handle. You were being pestered by your parents with chores, annoyed by your siblings, and your friends at school had been particularly moody lately. You weren’t really sure what was going on, but you didn’t like it. It also had a negative effect on you, because not eating was the least of your worries. There were much bigger problems you didn’t want to deal with. “Not eating, honey?” your mom wondered, a concerned expression on her face. “Come on, you’re getting a little thin.”

“I’m fine,” you sighed, reluctantly taking a bite. “I had a little more to eat for lunch today.” That was a lie, you actually didn’t eat anything. You told your friends in the cafeteria that you had a large breakfast, which again, you didn’t.

“You sure?” your dad pressed. “I haven’t seen you eat lately.”

“I already told you, I’m not hungry. I’m fine,” you repeated.

“Okay,” your mom sighed. “Well anyways, my friend Linda is going out of town for a couple days and she was wondering if we could take care of her son while she’s gone. He’s about your age, y/n. He’s very sweet and I hear he plays the drums, isn’t that cool? His name is Josh. I told her we’d be more than happy to keep him for a little while. He can stay in the guest room and-”

“What?” you asked.

“Excuse me?” your mom inquired.

“We’re inviting a boy to spend a couple nights at our house?” you narrowed your eyes. “A boy we don’t even know?”

“Y/n!” your mother raised her voice. “You need to be positive about this. You can make a friend.”

“Friend?” you scoffed. That’s just what you needed, another problem to add to your list. What were you going to do with a boy living in your house for a couple days?

“Change your attitude right now, young lady,” your father snapped. “And eat your food.”

“So what?” you challenged, earning a smirk from your siblings. “I can’t have an opinion in this household anymore? Is that such a crime?”

“Stop it!” your mom shouted. “Josh is coming over tomorrow to spend a couple nights with us and that is final. It’s not your decision, it’s mine, and I’ve already said yes to the offer. Understand me?”

“Yeah,” you grumbled.

“Now eat your food,” your mom demanded.

You mumbled a string of profanities under your breath, begrudgingly swallowing down your food, your siblings chuckling at you as you did so. Your parents glared, but you couldn’t care in the least. You had a million problems already and to top it all off, there was going to be a fucking boy your age that you didn’t even know staying at your house. You went to bed that night, unable to sleep. Whoever that boy was, what was his name, Jonah or Jacob or Josh or something, you hated him already. He was ruining your life. You didn’t want to meet him. You didn’t want him to spend several days at your house. And you didn’t want to be friends. He was just one more problem to your very long list. Or so you thought.

The next day when you got home from school, the entire house was clean. Your parents had made the place look spotless just for this guy, and it made you sick. Just wait until he figures out what a mess your family really is, then he’ll want to leave for good. You had brainstormed all day long, thinking that maybe if you avoided him and never came out of your room, then you wouldn’t have to interact. That’d be acceptable right? Maybe he’d think you didn’t even exist. So you were in your room, testing out the plan, when the doorbell rang and your mom shouted your name. Looks like you’d have to try a different time. You trudged down the steps, your entire family waiting for you until they opened the door. It was ridiculous, like a family long awaiting their solider to get home from war, and you thought it was overkill. Why did everyone have to greet him when he entered? Everything just made you hate this dude more and more.

That’s when the door swung open and Linda, your mom’s friend, greeted you all with a grin, a boy about your age standing behind her. Every single thought you ever had about this boy was wiped away when you locked eyes with him. He was wearing a gray snapback hat with dyed red hair peeking out, a camouflage jacket, ripped jeans, sneakers, and black gages in his earlobes, which made your lips curl up at the sides into a smile. “Hey,” he waved hesitantly.

“Come in. Welcome!” your mom grinned, hugging Linda as your dad helped carry his bags inside. “Don’t be scared. You guys come inside. We won’t bite, I promise.” Your siblings grabbed some stuff, them taking it to the guest room. Your mom and Linda carried on a conversation on a couch, while you and Josh stood by the closed door, still looking awkwardly at each other.

“Hi,” you finally decided to speak. “I’m y/n.”

“Josh,” he replied. “You like Panic! at the Disco?”

“Huh?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Your shirt,” he laughed. You looked down, forgetting you were wearing a band shirt today, and then looked back up at him.

“Yeah,” you grinned. “I love them.”

“Me too,” he nodded. “I really like music. I play drums.”

“Neat,” you commented. “Do you watch TV shows?”

“Definitely,” his eyes lit up. “I’m obsessed with The X-files.”

“I’ve watched a couple,” you admitted. “It’s pretty good.”

“A couple?” he chuckled. “You should watch them all.”

“Well I get a little scared sometimes,” you confessed. “I usually have to watch with someone else.”

“I’ll watch with you,” he decided. “I mean uh, if you want to, if that’s okay.”

“That sounds great,” you reassured. “I’d love to.”

“Awesome,” he smiled.

“Hey kiddo, you’ll be staying in the guest room tonight,” your dad announced, walking towards you two. Your dad gave you a quick glance, probably confused why one minute you loathed him and now you were grinning at him, but you ignored it. “It’s across from y/n’s room. You want to show him?”

“Sure,” you shrugged. “Come on.”

You led him down the hallway, opening the door and revealing his bags set on the edge of the bed, the freshly cleaned guest room available for him to stay in. “So you’re across the hall?” he clarified.

“Yeah, in case you need anything,” you replied. “You can just knock on my door and I’ll answer it.”

“Cool,” he nodded his head slowly.

“So you don’t go to my school?” you inquired.

“Nope, I’m on the other side of town,” he explained.

“Oh okay,” you responded. “You like school?”

“Eh, it’s okay I guess,” Josh answered. He glanced at the clock, noticing it was getting a little late. “So, how’s your family with rules? Strict or lenient?”

“If you’re me then they’re strict,” you rolled your eyes. “But if you’re one of my siblings, then rules don’t even exist.”

“How come? Are you a rebel or something?” he teased.

“Nah, they just hate me,” you sighed.

“Sorry to hear that,” he frowned. “I can agree.”

“Really?” you raised your eyebrows. “My mom said you were a good kid.”

“Good kid?” he scoffs. “My parents threatened to send me to military school.”

“Seriously?” you widened your eyes.

“Not even joking,” he admitted. “I was scared to death.”

“That would’ve been terrifying,” you agreed.

“Hey guys,” your dad knocked on the door. “Time to go to bed. It’s almost midnight. Get some sleep and you can continue your conversation tomorrow morning. Okay?”

“Okay,” you both answered.

“Well it was nice meeting you y/n,” Josh smiled. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” you replied. “Good night.” You were halfway out the door when he responded with a surprise.

“Sweet dreams,” he laughed.

“You too,” you chuckled.

You got dressed in your pajamas, brushed your teeth, combed your hair, and laid down in bed, thinking of everything that happened. You hadn’t imagined him to be like that. You thought of Josh as a snotty, stupid, stuck up asshole teenage boy who was a jerk. You thought he’d be wearing shorts and a jersey, gelled back fancy hair and a fuckboy grin. You didn’t expect what was currently across the hallway. The dyed hair, camo jacket, gages, sneakers, and ripped jeans caught you by surprise. You liked it, a lot. You couldn’t get him out of your head. It was his face and his smile and his laugh and his voice and the way he told you sweet dreams and everything about him. It drove you crazy. It was strange to think that yesterday you couldn’t sleep because you were hating on him, and now you couldn’t sleep because you were crushing on him. You wondered what else was in store for the rest of his stay.

The next morning you woke up and got ready, going out and seeing Josh eating a bowl of cereal at the kitchen table. “Good morning, beautiful,” he greeted. Did he just call you beautiful? What the fuck. Your mind did a double take and then decided no, that was just your brain playing tricks on you, and then walked past him.

“Hey Josh,” you grinned. “Get a good sleep last night?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “How about you?”

“I guess,” you shrugged. You looked at the time and then began to walk away when he stopped you.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“The bus is coming soon,” you explained. “I’m going to wait outside.”

“Y/n, there’s still fifteen minutes,” he narrowed his eyes. “Even I know that.”

“So what? Can’t I enjoy the beautiful sunrise?” you protested.

“No, you can come enjoy a great conversation with me,” he joked.

“Fine,” you complied way too easily, walking over and joining him.

“Aren’t you going to eat breakfast?” he wondered.

“Nope,” you shook your head. “I don’t eat breakfast.”

“It’s the most important meal of the day,” he reminded.

“Do you know how many times I’ve been told that bullshit?” you laughed. “Way too many.”

“But won’t you get hungry later on in the day?” he pressed.

“Nope,” you argued. “I don’t get hungry.”

“You don’t get hungry,” he rolled his eyes. “How do you not get hungry?”

“I eat lunch,” you lied.

“You eat school lunch?” he widened his eyes. “I’m surprised.”

“Whatever,” you giggled. “How about you? Do you like to eat a lot?”

“I love eating,” he grinned. “Oreos, Red Bull, cereal, doughnuts…”

“For a junk food lover you’re in pretty good shape,” you commented, trying not to stare at his muscles.

“I work out sometimes,” he shrugged. “It’s nothing.”

“Well I don’t work out at all,” you confessed. “So you’re doing better than I am.”

“You’re fine,” he sighed. “You don’t need to. You’re great just how you are.”

“Yeah right,” you scoffed.

“What? You don’t think that?” he frowned, taking the last bite of his cereal.

“I’m fine,” you just replied quickly, leaving the table and walking outside to wait for the bus. You sat on the steps of the front porch, wondering whether or not he thought you were weird for responding so fast and nervous, but you were. You were nervous. Because although while you might have too many problems to even count, you didn’t want Josh to know about a single one of them. For Josh, you wanted to plaster on a smile and let him know you were okay. You wanted to take each ray of sunshine and keep them in the palm of your hand, so you could warm him up whenever he got cold. You wanted to pluck out the stars in the sky and give them to him when it was dark and he couldn’t see. You wanted to be there for him, to show him the good things about you, not the bad. You didn’t need him seeing your sadness or insecurities or doubt, because you didn’t even like seeing them yourself. That’s when you realized that maybe it was impossible. How could a problematic girl like you just magically hide everything she hated about herself? It was useless. He would find out somehow. He wouldn’t care for someone like you. Much less, it had just been one day. You didn’t even know him that well yet. So when the bus pulled up and you didn’t even say goodbye to Josh, you didn’t feel too guilty. He didn’t need a mess like you anyways. You were a fool to think he would even consider giving you a chance.

The entire day at school, Josh was the only thing you could think of. Yeah, you had just met him in one day, but you still could not get him out of your head. He hadn’t specified how long his mother would be gone and you were curious what else was going to happen during the rest of the week. You found yourself doodling him in the margins of your notebook paper, accidentally mumbling his name, looking at your surroundings, whether it was ripped jeans or camo print, and thinking immediately of him. You couldn’t stop, no matter how hard you could. It wasn’t an obsession; it was almost a curse. You could not get this boy out of your head. When you got on the bus and finally got home, you went to your room and knew Josh would be home any minute. You took a deep breath and told yourself it’s better to get over him while you can, or else when he leaves you’d be extremely heartbroken. You had to learn to not care. Easy, right?

Not easy. As soon as Josh got home and you saw the smile on his face when you greeted him by the door, you couldn’t. You can’t just fall in love with someone, yes you knew it was way too quick, and then not care about them the next day. It was like love at first sight, and although you had never believed in that before, you did now. Josh gave you hope, something you hadn’t even seen a glimpse of before. “Hey y/n,” he grinned, joining you on the couch where you were doing your homework.

“Hi,” you smiled. “How’d your day go?”

“Okay I guess,” he shrugged. “Was waiting until I could leave though.”

“Me too,” you agreed.

“How come?” he inquired, and you weren’t prepared for that question, because you froze up. How were you supposed to tell him that you were looking forward to seeing him again without giving off the wrong vibe or making a bad move? You couldn’t.

“Uh, I was just bored,” you murmured. “I had a long day.”

“Oh,” his face fell, looking somewhat disappointed. You weren’t sure why.

“Do you have a lot of homework?” you asked.

“Not really,” he shook his head. “I don’t even do most of it anyways, so it doesn’t matter.”

“Josh,” you narrowed your eyes.

“What?” he wondered.

“Not doing your homework?” you teased. “No wonder your parents wanted to send you to military school!”

“Oh y/n,” he clicked his tongue. “You’re such a goody two shoes.”

“No I am not,” you argued. “I get in trouble all the time.”

“Uh huh?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah,” you gave a smug smile and crossed your arms. “I do.”

“Like what?” he challenged.

“Uh, I got a detention last week,” you announced.

“What for?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Well,” you stammered. “It was for being late to class.”

“Wow, what a rebel. You know, you could go to juvy for that I hear,” he joked.

“Oh shut up,” you laughed. “Like you’d do something terrible.”

“Maybe I would,” he hinted.

“Yeah?” you inquired. “Like what?”

“Fist fights,” he grinned. “Talking back to teachers.”

“You?” you widened your eyes. “No way.”

“Yup,” he grinned.

“I don’t believe it,” you shook your head. “You’re too-”

“Too what?” he smirked.

“Too…” your voice drifted off. You couldn’t call him too nice, or too cute, or too amazing, because then you’d sound like a creep.

“You never finished,” he reminded.

“I forgot,” you lied.

“No you didn’t,” he narrowed his eyes. “You know what you were going to say.”

“I forgot,” you repeated. “Really.”

“I don’t think so,” he persisted, leaning closer, too close.

“What are you doing?” you whispered, him dangerously close to you. Was he going to kiss you?

“I’m going to tickle you until you divulge the information!” he chuckled, tickling your neck.

“Josh!” you squealed, falling onto his lap and trying to regain composure as his fingers grazed your neck and trailed towards your armpits, you bursting out into pure laughter.

“Tell me,” he begged, his hands working their way to your stomach.

“Come on,” he pleaded, starting to tickle your sides until his fingers touched your ribs and he stopped, just flat out stopped, and pulled away, a concerned look on your face.

“What?” you asked, genuinely confused. One minute he was all giggly and teasing, and now he looked like he just ran over a puppy or found out he had cancer. His face turned sad, but also really concerned, and serious. You’ve actually never really seen him like this. You sat up, getting up from his lap and his embrace, what the fuck, when were you guys so tangled together, and stared at him. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

“You-” he frowned.

“Mm-me?” you stammered. Of course you fucked up. Well that didn’t last long at all. “What did I do?”

“Y/n,” he murmured your name quietly.

“Can you tell me what’s happening?” you questioned. “Because I am thoroughly confused.”

He shook his head, blinking a couple times, and then turning to his normal facial expression. “Uh, hold on,” he directed. He opened up his bookbag, scrounging around for something, searching in several pockets, before he pulled out a package of…

“Oreos?” you raised your eyebrows. “How come?”

“You need to eat,” he explained. He opened up the bag and pulled out a cookie and held it out in front of your lips. “Have an Oreo.”

“I don’t need an Oreo,” you argued and pushed away his hand, only for it to return back to your lips, him pushing it closer to your mouth.

“Y/n,” he sighed. “Come on. Please. For me.”

“I’m not hungry,” you muttered.

“I don’t want to hear that phrase ever again,” he glared at you and placed the cookie at your lips. “Now eat an Oreo or else I’m going to have to tickle you again.”

“Fine,” you complied, lurching forward and snatching the cookie out of his hand with your lips, crunching it between your teeth. You chewed and then swallowed, looking at him. “Happy?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “Now eat another one.”

“Why are you force feeding me Oreos?” you groaned, taking another one and munching on it slowly.

“Don’t they taste good?” he wondered.

“Well yeah, they taste great. But that wasn’t the question,” you reminded. “Come on, Josh.”

“You need to eat,” he repeated.

“Going to elaborate?” you questioned.

“Nope,” he replied. “I don’t need to.”

“Okay,” you rolled your eyes and ate another Oreo. “How many do I have to eat?”

“As many as your heart desires,” he grinned.

“Last I checked, my heart didn’t desire for any Oreos,” you laughed.

“Did it desire for me?” he gave a sly smile.

“What?” you widened your eyes and dropped the Oreo you were holding. Did he really say that?

“What?” he inquired innocently.

“Whatever,” you shook your head and decided forget about it, picking up the fallen Oreo off your lap and putting it in your mouth.

“I’m just worried about you,” he confessed, wrapping his arms around you tight. “Something’s wrong and I want to fix it.” Was he fucking hugging you now? What was going on?

“Am, uh, am I the thing that’s wrong?” you guessed, and he instantly released the embrace and stared at you confused.

“What? No, absolutely not,” he shook his head. “Not at all.”

“Then please explain,” you begged.

“Eat an Oreo,” he ignored your request and shoved another cookie in your face.

“Oreos aren’t always going to fix the problem,” you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Yeah, I know,” he sighed. “But hey, a guy can try, right?”

“Sure,” you smiled.

Somehow, between doing your homework and eating Oreos, you had ended up leaning on his lap with the television on, both of you watching The X-Files and sharing a Red Bull. You weren’t sure how it had magically happened, but it did, and you weren’t going to take this moment for granted. You also were unsure what had caused Josh to say that to you, to act that way, to tell you those things, but you decided maybe it was just a little bit of luck or something. You had Josh’s arms wrapped around you, several episodes watched by now, and all the Oreos gone and empty Red Bull can on the ground, when you both slowly drifted off into sleep.

When you woke up, it was because of Josh, and he was laughing. “Come on y/n,” he shook you in his arms. “Someone is at the door and I’m pretty sure it’s your dad. I don’t know how he’d take to walking in seeing us like this.”

“Huh?” you wondered, still half asleep.

“Your dad is home,” he explained. “If you didn’t hear me the first time.”

“What?” you leapt up from where you were sitting and Josh chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he smirked. “Now come on. I’ll throw away the can and you go open the door for your dad.”

“What about my mom?” you hissed. “Where is she?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I didn’t see her walk in.”

“Huh. That’s odd,” you commented before walking to the door and opening it up for your dad.

“Hey,” he grinned. “How’d your day go?”

“Fine,” you responded.

“Did Josh get dropped off from school?” he inquired.

“Yeah, he did. We both finished our homework,” you told him.

“Okay. Your mom’s with your siblings at a dentist appointment. She’ll be home to cook dinner soon,” he informed. “You guys go wash up and then help set the table.”

“Got it,” you nodded and walked in, glancing at Josh who was sitting on the couch as if nothing ever happened.

You walked to the bathroom, Josh following, and turned on the sink, reaching for the soap. “So…” Josh drew out the word slowly.

“So?” you raised an eyebrow. There was a pause two beats too long.

“Nothing,” he shook his head. “Never mind.”

“Okay,” you eyed him strangely, washing your hands and then going out to the kitchen, him following you still. You noticed your mom and siblings already home and went to the cabinet to get the plates and showed Josh where to get the silverware.

When you all sat down at the table, Josh sat right beside you, and your mom put the food out and the meal began. At first, you couldn’t help but feel like Josh was looking at you. It was in between bites of his food or just staring, but his eyes were constantly on you. You weren’t sure why. You weren’t the prettiest, or the best looking, and you started to think maybe you had something on your face, but you pushed away the thoughts in your head and decided it was just your brain making things up again.

After dinner, your mom assigned you to wash the dishes and asked Josh to take out the trash. Your parents and siblings went to bed, and you were in the middle of scrubbing some forks when you felt two arms wrap around your waist from behind and you jumped. “Hey,” he whispered in your ear. Of course it was Josh.

“What are you doing?” you inquired, tilting your head up and looking at him. He had awfully gorgeous eyes.

“Are you tired?” he wondered.

“Nope,” you shook your head, rinsing off some spoons as Josh picked up a towel and started to help drying off silverware. “How about you?”

“I’m wide awake,” he grinned. “I want to show you something later, if that’s okay with you.”

“Uh, yeah. Sure,” you replied.

“Cool,” he smiled, drying off a plate. You were still washing dishes. “Meet me in my room after you’re done.”

“Okay,” you answered. What did he want? You had no clue.

You watched him walk away and quickly finished up your chores, drying off your hands with a towel and then walking down the hallway and knocking on his door. “Come in,” he called, and you did. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, holding his phone, earbuds in.

“What’s up?” you asked.

“Ever heard of a band called The Killers?” he inquired.

“Absolutely,” you rolled your eyes. “Who hasn’t?”

“I want you to hear this song,” he insisted. He plucked out an earbud from his ear and you sat beside him, putting it in and waiting for him to play the song. The intro played and you recognized the song immediately.

“Mr. Brightside,” you smiled. “I know this one.”

“Yeah?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I like it,” you told him. “It’s one of my favorites.”

“Do you listen to them a lot?” he wondered.

“Sometimes,” you shrugged. “Can I show you another one by them?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Of course.”

“It’s called Human,” you explained as the song began to play. He glanced at you with a smile as the first verse began. “What?”

“Nothing,” he shook his head.

“You like it?” you asked.

“It’s good,” he told you.

“So you said you liked Panic! At The Disco?” you inquired. “Remember? When we first met?”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “I remember. You had that super cool t-shirt.”

“Have you heard of Northern Downpour?” you asked.

“I think so,” he nodded. “Hold on. Let me play it.”

“Okay,” you smiled. He searched for the song and when he played it, you instantly felt the wave of nostalgia wash over you. It was one of those songs. The slow, bittersweet, favorite ones you always loved to listen to when you fell asleep. You caught him staring at you again. “What? You want to dance or something?”

“Sure,” he smiled. Wait, what? You were joking.

“Really?” you raised an eyebrow, serious this time.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Let’s dance.”

You got up off the bed, both of you, one earbud for the both of you as the slow guitar began to play, the sweet slow melody of the chorus making you smile, and you found one of his hands on your hip and the other in your hand, leaning on his shoulder, swaying back and forth. “Do you do this often?” you whispered.

“Nah,” he shook his head. “Only for you.”

“Well that’s nice,” you blushed.

“I don’t usually dance,” he informed. “So you’re lucky.”

“Am I now?” you looked up at him, his eyes meeting yours. He kissed your forehead lightly, pulling away, leaving you sort of happy but sort of shocked. Did he just-

“I’m starting to think I’m the lucky one though,” he smiled.

You stared up into his eyes, your heart fluttering as you rested your head against his shoulder again, taking a deep breath and swaying back and forth again. You didn’t want this to end. You felt safe here, you felt comfortable, and you felt loved. It was a strange feeling, almost fuzzy and warm, and it was unfamiliar to you. Hell, you’d take it while you could. The song began to fade out, and you wondered if you’d still keep dancing, but as soon as the extremely loud intro to Memories began and startled you both, backing away from each other, the earbud falling out of your ear and both of you laughing, you heard a knock on the door. You both stared, your dad opening up the door and looking at you both, a certain look of confusion on his face. “Um, I believe it’s bedtime,” he stated uncomfortably. “Y/n should go to her room now.”

“Okay, sorry,” Josh apologized.

“It’s fine,” your dad shook his head. “It’s just late. You both have school tomorrow. You should get some rest.”

“Yeah,” Josh nodded.

You gave Josh a quick glance, sort of embarrassed but also sad that it had to come to an end, and followed your dad out the door. “Goodnight,” you whispered before you left his room.

“Sweet dreams,” he winked. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You went to your room, getting dressed in your pajamas and brushing your teeth, staring in the mirror. Could you believe it? He had kissed your forehead. He had danced with you. What the fuck? You couldn’t stop grinning, going to your bed and pulling up the sheets, and surprisingly, for the first time in forever, you were able to go to sleep as soon as you shut your eyes.

You woke up and walked outside, yawning and getting ready to get to school. When you walked into the kitchen, Josh was already there, eating his usual cereal and looking at you. “Hi,” you smiled.

“Hey,” he grinned. “Good morning.”

“Are you going to force me to eat breakfast?” you groaned.

“You bet,” he laughed.

“Should I bother arguing or would I just be wasting my time?” you sighed, sitting beside him.

“Unless you want to get tickled again,” he joked.

“Fine. Hand me the cereal,” you rolled your eyes and set a bowl in front of you.

“That’s what I like to see,” he chuckled, handing you the box. You poured yourself a bowl and thought how peculiar it was to eat breakfast. You honestly couldn’t remember the last time you did. It had to have been several years now. And to think, that all of a sudden, one boy that you’ve only known for probably two or three days had already changed your ways. “What are you smiling about?”

“Huh?” you looked up, not realizing you were smiling at all.

“You were grinning like an idiot,” he chuckled.

“Oh, I didn’t notice,” you shrugged.

“What were you thinking about?” he inquired again.

“I don’t know,” you smirked.

“Don’t make me tickle you,” he threatened.

“Goddammit Josh,” you groaned, taking a bite of your cereal and trying not to laugh.

The bus arrived in no time, and before you knew it, you were back at school, counting down the hours until you could see his face again. It felt like a million years. Every time you thought about so much as just seeing him, you couldn’t help but smile. Yeah, it distracted you from your schoolwork, and your tests, and every single conversation you had that day, but somehow, you didn’t care. It was worth it. Your mind was constantly replaying memories of yesterday, the way he had showed you those songs, how you had danced, how he kissed your forehead. It was all surreal. You had never experienced anything like it before.

When you got home and saw Josh sitting on the couch, you instantly picked up the remote and sat beside him, his arm finding its way around your shoulder naturally. “X-Files?” you wondered.

“Hell yeah,” he grinned.

“How did I know?” you joked.

“Great minds think alike,” he replied, you easing into his touch and leaning on him as the episode played. You didn’t even bother trying to finish your homework tonight, seeing as it was useless, and Josh didn’t even bother opening up his book bag either. Well, you took that back. He did open his book bag once, but that was so he could take out his new bag of Oreos, saved just for you. You were both almost finished with season one, and you were about to start the second season when he plucked the remote out of your hand and tossed it on the floor.

“Fuck, this isn’t a game of fetch,” you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Shut up,” he laughed. “That’s not what I was doing.”

“Then what were you doing?” you gave a sly smile.

“Well…” he took a deep breath. “I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

“You have?” you inquired.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “For a while now. I know we just met, and this might come out a little awkward or strange, but uh, I like you. I like you a lot y/n.”

You could’ve sworn your heart skipped a beat. “You do?” you asked in disbelief.

“I know,” he looked away. “It’s going too fast and we just met and-”

“No,” you interrupted. “I like you too.”

“What?” he widened his eyes. “Really?”

“Why do you think I’d dance with you if I didn’t like you?” you rolled your eyes. “Why would I eat your Oreos or watch X-Files or cuddle with you on the couch?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you felt obligated,” he shrugged. “I thought maybe you just did that with every friend that comes to your house.”

“My friends and I don’t do that,” you chuckled.

“So I’m not your friend?” he frowned.

“Well-” you began but he cut in.

“Am I your boyfriend?” he smiled.

“If you want to be,” you suggested.

“I’d like that a lot,” he grinned. “I’d love that.”

“More than X-Files?” you teased. “More than Oreos and Red Bull and Northern Downpour?”

“More than anything in the world,” he sighed. “Nothing could replace you.”

The doorbell rang and you both jumped away from each other, falling off the couch. You stared at each other for a second before bursting out laughing, and then you raced to the door and opened it for your mom and siblings. “You look happy,” your mom commented. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you tried not to blush. “I’m great.”

“Well that’s different,” she raised her eyebrows before entering, your siblings giving you a strange look. Josh was in the kitchen throwing away the empty Oreo bag and your mom started to cook dinner, and you went to your room, laying down on the bed and pretending to do your homework so your parents wouldn’t get suspicious.

You watched the door open slightly, Josh walking in and sitting on the edge of your bed, looking around. “You have a nice room,” he commented. “I like it.”

“Thanks,” you laughed.

“You’re doing your homework?” he wondered. “Surprising.”

“Not really,” you confessed. “It just looks like it. I’m actually just thinking.”

“About what?” he asked.

“You,” you admitted, not even embarrassed or denying it anymore.

“What about me?” he grinned.

“You like me back,” you stated. “Nobody’s ever liked me back.”

“Well they must all be blind,” he told you. “Cause if they couldn’t see this gem in front of them, then they didn’t deserve it.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.

“Really,” he insisted. “You’re beautiful. You’re amazing. And if others can’t see that, I wish you at least would.”

“Why?” you sighed. “Why are you wasting your time with me?”

“What do you mean?” he frowned, a sad look on his face.

“I’m broken,” you explained. “I’m full of problems and I’m a burden and I don’t understand why you like me. You don’t deserve someone like me. You deserve a princess or something.”

“Maybe I don’t want a princess,” he shrugged, taking a lock of your hair and tucking it behind your ear. “Maybe I want you instead.”

“Why would anyone want me?” you groaned. “I don’t even want me.”

“Because you are the best person I’ve ever met in my life,” he told you.

“No I’m not,” you shook your head.

“Yes you are,” he argued.

“No,” you insisted.

“Yes,” he narrowed his eyes. “You are.”

“No I’m-” you began to say, but he kissed you midsentence, his lips on yours, and your eyes widening and when he pulled away, you staring at him, speechless, unable to even think.

“Yes you are,” he stated confidently. “And no matter how hard you might want to try, you can’t change my mind y/n.”

“Josh,” you whispered his name, looking at him confused and relieved and excited and nervous all at the same time.

“I think I might love you,” he murmured.

You pulled him closer to you, kissing him again, his lips soft and warm and sweet, and when it was over, you took a breath and looked into his eyes. “Me too,” you nodded.

“Josh!” you heard your mom’s voice echo in the house. “Can you help me with something?”

“Uh,” he ran a hand through his hair, blushing. “I guess that’s my cue.”

“I’ll see you later,” you smiled, and he left, you sighing and easing into your pillows, trying to remember what the fuck just happened.

It wasn’t long before there was a knock on your door, and your dad was calling for you to come down for dinner. Again, you sat beside Josh, eating silently, and it didn’t take but a couple minutes before you felt his hand rest on your knee. Cute. He was your boyfriend now, wasn’t he? He was allowed to do that. The idea of having a boyfriend amused you. You had never had a boyfriend before. You stifled a giggle and your dad glanced at you, confused, before dismissing the suspicion and taking a bite of his food again.

After dinner, Josh took out the trash like usual and you washed dishes, receiving clear demands to go straight to bed after you had finished your chores. You guessed your parents didn’t appreciate you both staying up yesterday, in the same room, without supervision. You had given Josh a goodnight hug and a kiss on the cheek before going to your room for the night. You took a deep breath, combing your hair, brushing your teeth, taking a shower, and getting dressed in a tank top and pajama pants, slipping underneath the covers, turning off the lights and closing your eyes.

You heard a noise, and you opened up your eyes, curious, then closed them again. It was probably nothing. That’s when you heard the soft creak of your door opening, and you opened your eyes and sat up, the door closing, and when you felt a dip in the bed from someone sitting down beside you that’s when you came to the realization. “Josh?” you wondered.

“Yeah?” he whispered, slipping underneath the sheets beside you.

“What the hell are you doing?” you hissed with wide eyes, absolutely shocked to hear a reply. “You’re supposed to be in the guest room!”

“I am,” he laughed. “I’m the guest in the room right now, aren’t I?”

“We’re going to get in trouble,” you argued, his arms wrapping around you and him snuggling up to your body, placing you in his lap, his back leaning against the headboard and your chest pressed up to his.

“Not if we don’t get caught,” he reminded.

“Fine,” you sighed, pulling his head closer to you and wrapping your legs around his waist, kicking off the blankets in the process, the sheets falling off the bed and onto the floor. “Come here.” He looked up at you, eyes twinkling within the darkness of your room, and you kissed him, the familiar taste of his lips on yours. You liked this a lot, you didn’t want it to end. You pulled away, catching your breath, and he stared into your eyes.

“It’s kind of hot in here,” he commented. “Mind if I take my shirt off?”

“I wouldn’t mind at all,” you admitted. “How about I help you?”

Your hands found the bottom hem of his shirt and helped slip it off, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the floor, kissing him again, his lips trailing down your neck, the hot sensation making you gasp. You pulled your hips closer to his, your heels pressing into his bare back with your legs wrapped around his waist, head tilted up. “Shhh you’ve got to be quiet baby,” he hushed you, still sucking at your neck. “We don’t want to wake anyone up now, do we?”

“No,” you barely were able to answer.

“Good girl,” he nodded, hands finding the bottom of your tank top and slipping it up over your arms. You suddenly felt conscious. He was staring. Probably at your protruding ribs, the way you didn’t have the perfect chest, how you looked like a fucking skeleton. He hated you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“What?” his eyes turned soft, worried, concerned.

“I’m not-” your voice caught.

“No,” he shook his head. “You’re beautiful. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He took his fingers and traced the outline of your ribs, down to your stomach, holding your hips and pressing his thumbs into your skin softly. He kissed your mouth gently, pulling away and staring into your eyes. “You’re perfect, y/n.” Somehow, you couldn’t believe it. How could he love you? All skin and bones and horrible, terrible, ugly all over. “You’re amazing.” He reached behind you, rubbing small circles on your back, before unclasping your bra, tossing that off and looking up at you. “You’re gorgeous y/n.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, earning a soft laugh, kissing him again, your hands trailing from his shoulders to his stomach and down to his waist, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, tugging them down and throwing them aside. “Did you lock the door at least?”

“Yeah,” he grinned. “I’m not stupid.”

“Sure,” you rolled your eyes with sarcasm. You pulled him close, kissing him and tugging down his boxers, lips trailing from his mouth to his chest and down, lower and lower, and you heard him moan when you held his dick in your hands.

“Damn y/n,” he moaned as you positioned yourself and began to suck him off, your lips moving down his shaft, taking each inch of him into you. He steadied himself, clutching onto the mattress, his taste sweet and salty on your tongue. He was so hard, just for you. You felt him start to shake, and you got nervous. It was your first time doing this, how were you supposed to- but you felt him latch onto your hair, his fingers tugging on your locks. “I’m so fucking close to cumming, you need to stop.” Guess that meant no. You slowly pulled away, knowing he was on the edge, careful, and you looked at him, sitting up.

“Why?” you wondered, licking your lips.

“Because we’re not even close to done yet, babygirl,” he smiled. He pulled you close, kissing you and pressing you onto the bed, rearranging you so that you were laying down, back on the mattress, facing up with him on top of you, lips traveling from your mouth to your breasts. He sucked at one, teeth grazing your nipple, while his hand massaged and squeezed the other, then alternating.

“Holy fuck,” you gasped as he began to move lower, pressing light kisses to your stomach and moving lower and lower, starting to feel yourself become wet.

“Just wait,” he chuckled. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

“What do-” you were about to ask a question but his tongue met your clit and you gasped immediately, tilting your head back and absolute bliss filling your core as he began to eat you out.

“You like that?” he whispered, hot breath on your folds as he inserted his tongue, your fingers tugging on his hair.

“Josh,” a moan escaped your mouth as he inserted a finger, pumping it in and out of you. He added another one and you thought you just might orgasm right then and there. “Shit, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“Don’t die yet,” he chuckled, pulling his fingers out and sucking your juices off, grinning. “I still need to fuck your delicious pussy, babe.”

“Fuck,” you caught your breath when you felt him leave, sliding off the bed and searching the pockets of his jeans for a condom, closing your eyes and regaining composure. You were so close, you ached for his touch. You heard the sound of foil tearing, opening your eyes and watching as he pulled the condom over his length, laying on top of you again, the head of his cock at your entrance.

“You sure?” he teased.

“Yes,” you begged. “Please I fucking need this, Josh.”

“Really?” he wondered, teasing you even more.

“Goddammit Joshua,” you muttered, pulling at his shoulders violently as he thrusted into you, and you both gasped, taking a moment to adjust to his size. Holy shit, he felt so good.

“Y/n,” he murmured, picking up a steady pace and thrusting faster and faster, each inch sinking deeper inside of you. “You feel so absolutely amazing baby.”

“Harder,” you insisted, legs wrapping around his waist and arms linked around his shoulders as he slammed you into the mattress, both of you barely able to breathe. Absolute waves of euphoria crashed into you, the feeling absolutely intoxicating, almost losing consciousness. Damn, how was he so good at this?

“I’m gonna cum, babe,” he gasped. “Fuck-” his orgasm triggered yours, and you both moaned loudly, unable to control the feeling, and collapsed onto each other in a mix of sweat and hot breath, him pulling out and wrapping you in his arms.

“Holy fucking shit,” you sighed, laying your head on his chest.

“You probably woke up everyone in the house, screaming my name like that,” he smiled. He ran a hand through your hair. “Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Dammit,” you whispered, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. “Please don’t ever go.”

“I won’t,” he promised. “You’re so gorgeous y/n. So perfect. You’re so beautiful.”

“Please don’t leave,” you mumbled into his bare chest. “Not after this.”

“We’ll have many more nights, babe,” he pressed a kiss on your head. “I won’t ever leave.”

You felt him get up again, probably throwing away the condom, before picking up the blankets on the floor and rejoining you, wrapping you in his arms and covering you with the sheets. “Thank you,” you murmured. “Thank you for loving me.”

“Don’t thank me,” he shook his head. “I’ll love you always, y/n. I will love you today and tomorrow and as long as I live. The reason why I told you I love you, even after this short amount of time, is because I care about you. So much. And I’ve never ever met anyone like you before. You’re special. You’re wonderful. And I’ll love you forever. You are loved. Understand?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, drifting off to sleep in his arms. “I understand.” And for the first time in your life, you actually did.

2

(To all my supergirl fans just think of yourself as Kara and your boss as Cat✌)“Damn it, damn it, damn it” you had woken up late today because your stupid alarm hadn’t gone off, it was only your third week working at Sinclair Media your boss Elizabeth Sinclair was not the nicest person to say the least, you knew that she was going to rip your head off today for being late you quickly put on your clothes and rush to your work. As you enter the elevator you’re met with the most striking blue you had ever seen you realise the eyes are part of one of no the most beautiful girl you had ever seen you knida just stand there gawking at the godess in front of you until you hear her clear her throat she smirks at you “You know you should take a picture it’ll last longer” you blush and look down “How come the floor gets to see your beautiful face and I dont” you look up at the angel and clear your throat the blush still evident on your cheeks “S-so you must be new I haven’t seen you around here before then again its only my third week here” go y/n you managed to get a coherent sentence out and only stuttered once you think and smile “Actually I don’t work here I just came to visit someone” the smile you had leaves your lips of course someone like her has to have a boyfriend or girlfriend “My Mom” she says a smile returns to your face you sudenly realise you hadn’t asked for her name “Im y/n” you say as you reach out your hand “Margot” she says as she takes your hand you feel a spark as your hands meet “Its a pleasure to meet you y/n” she says as she looks into your eyes you gulp “Its a pleasure to meet you too” you two kind of just stand there lookining into eachothers eyes until you hear a ding you signaling you had reached your floor all the happiness drains from you ass you realise you’re still late “Shit Miss Sinclair is going to kill me” you say as you run out of the elevator you reach Miss Sinclair’s office “I am so sorry my alarm didnt go off” you start making excuses “Tell me w/p/y/n (wrong pronunciation of your name) do I pay you to make excuses and be late” she asks you “n-no” you stutter “Then why are you here doing both these things” she asks clearly annoyed “I” you begin but get cut off “Maybe I should hust fire you right now” she says you’re nearley in tears when you hear a familiar voice “I see you’re still as irritating as ever mother” you look up to see the same striking blue eyes you saw in the elevator wait a minute mother!“Margot I didn’t know you were in town you should have called” Miss Sinclair says “I thought it would be better to tell you in person” your Angel says “And if you must know the reason y/n was late was because I spilled coffee on her this morning and she had to change” she says “Is this true w/p/y/n” MissSinclair asks you “Ughh yes she spilled coffee on me that is why I was late” you say “very well il let it slide this time but if your late again I’ll kick you out of this building myself” you sigh as Miss Sinclair goes back into her office “So you’re my mom’s assistant” I hear her voice say in my ear I jump back “And you’re my boss’s daughter” I say “Yep” she simply says and if it was no big deal “Oh god I flirted with my boss’s daughter” I wisper the I see her smirk oh shit she heard me “Flirted so i guess I was reading you right” she says you blush and start playing with you’re glasses “Yes you were but it was highly inappropriate for me to be flirting with you and it won’t happen again” you say she smiles and then says “So its out of the question for me to ask you out on a date then” you stare at her in shock and say “Yes it ughh would be inappropriate but I dont know of i would say no” you whisper the last part hopping she wouldn’t hear it she did “You wouldn’t say no” she says you blush “Then y/n would you do me the honour of going to dinner with me friday night” she says you know you should say no you know that Miss Sinclair will actually kill you if she finds out but instaid of a no you end up saying “I would love to” Margot geys a bright smile on her face you were about to say something when you hear Miss Sinclair yell “W/P/Y/N” you turn about to go to Miss Sinclair’s office when a hand grabs your own Margot looks at you and hands you a small piece of paper she says “Call me later and we can talk about friday” you smile and rush into Miss Sinclair’s office as she yells your name again (So I finally posted something after 85 Long Years I hope yall enjoy it and again Not my gif😄)

State of Mind

Robert/MC
Chapter 2/4
Rating: T for now :)))


I’m really in the mood to write smut but it’s like 3 am so the next part will have sexy time. I promise :))))))))



The sun is shining. Birds are singing. Children are laughing. It’s a gorgeous day and I hate it. Every movie in the history of cinema has all kinds of crazy weather imagery to reflect the protagonist’s turmoil. When they feel like shit, there’s a storm.

But here I am in breezy t-shirt weather.

The car chose a prime time to crap out on me, and I planned on shelling out for a rental while it’s in the shop. Fortunately, Robert offered up his truck. He’s sure it’ll make the trip which is way more confidence than I put in his pick up, but I don’t have many other options so I have to put my trust in him. And his vehicle.

It’s Move In Day.

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anonymous asked:

You're such a genuine and nice person. Some of the bigger creators are so rude to people so it's refreshing to see someone so kind to everyone :-)

ah i just treat people how i would like to be treated :-) and i don’t want anyone to feel intimidated or anything like that!!! sorry though if i am ever late in answering asks and stuff though i’m terrible at that :-(

bakvshima  asked:

I saw the ask you answered about tododeku headcanons and ,,, I am caught up with the manga ple a se hit me tf up with all the other ones you got

sorry this is kind of late i was at an amusement park all day and just got home!! :’0 but anywa y Take The Tododeku (some if its more general and some of it relates to the manga but all of its fluffy bc ..,, my children deserve happiness and safety tbh)

  • most of the time when they cuddle izuku is the little spoon but if shouto has a bad day or is Super tired izuku drags him to bed and just. holds him for a while. it always helps
  • after high school shouto has one last growth spurt. izuku does not
  • most ppl wld think when izuku wears shoutos clothes, they would be like Much too big for him etc etc bc hes shorter than shouto but they actually wear abt the same size bc izuku is A Tiny Buff Baby (boys got width). however! this means they basically share a wardrobe. like shouto will wear a shirt one day and izuku will wear it the next week
  • izuku cant cook very well but he tries. oh my GOd does he try…..he makes shouto breakfast a few times and while its not,,, Particularly good shouto eats it anyway bc hes a supportive bf and it makes izuku happy
  • at ua, post-dorms, izuku rlly only sneaks into shoutos room once or twice but he thinks abt it a Lot more before that lmao…..they get caught once …neither of them gets in trouble outside of a Lecture but their friends wont shut up abt it after that. everyone is like [eyeball emoji]
  • i like the idea of izuku playing instruments?? idk wh y but listen. he takes up guitar just bc it looks like fun. he teaches himself and is actlly p ok at it and via shenanigans izuku tries to teach shouto guitar. it ends up grossly like a romcom with the “guiding” thing and lots of touching @izuku give shouto a break how is this poor boy going to be able to concentrate when youre TOUCHIGN him and HOLDING HIS HAND jesus CHIRST
  • they text!!! all the time!!! literally so much!!! even post-dorms where they basically live together its just constant contact. they both end up staying up way past when they need to go to bed just bc neither of them wants to say goodnight…..(and listen. lis s te n. when they say goodnight its the cut es t shi.t li sten. izuku sends a crap ton of the “z” emojis and the little blushy smiley faces and after a while shouto starts to send them back and izuku is like !!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
  • shouto loves playing with izukus hair ohhh my gosh theyll be hanging out w/ friends and whatever and izuku will jsut. Casually lean back into shouto and shouto ends up carding his fingers thru izukus hair without even thinking abt it its such a natural thing for him to do
  • speaking of pda, when they first start dating theyre super conscious abt how romantic/etc theyre being in public, like, they dont do much else but hold hands under the table for the first five months but after a while they get more lax with it to the point where they dont even notice when theyre having a “moment” in front of everyone else.. like theyll be Staring Lovingly into each others eyes and basically cuddling and not even realize theyre doing it
  • both of them are hORRIBLE kissers when they first get together. just . so bad. …they get better w/ time but its a wreck for the first couple of weeks

:’’)

madsblogs  asked:

Hey I was just wondering how you figured out you were poly? Sorry if you get this 24/7 I guess its kind of been in the back of my mind heaps lately...

Personally, I found the basic premise of polyamory through fanfiction, I researched it related to a lot of the stories I was seeing of people wanting to date more than one person, a load of other stuff happened, and here I am! And no worries, I don’t mind answering things more than once, if anyone else has a story to share, please feel free! Xoxo

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Happy 17th Birthday @chychymazzu ❤️ 💛 💚 💙 💜

I hope you had a wonderful day! You have to properly celebrate it!

I hope all of your wishes come true, that you are doing good at school and most importantly that you are happy and keep loving and enjoying drawing.
You are super talented and very kind person who deserves only the good. 

I am glad I met you sweetheart😊

Love you!😘 ❤️ 

anonymous asked:

Can I request scenario where Iwaizumi ab Oikawa has female schildhood friend (whom has been in love with Iwaizumi for years) find out that Iwaizumi girlfriend only date him to get close to Oikawa and inform Iwaizumi but they get into fight since he didn't believe but when he find out the truth ans about to apologize hia childhood friend already move away without telling anyone?

welp. :-) -admin kou


Being bestfriends with Iwaizumi and Oikawa, you were always in their lives, although you had always wanted to really be in Iwaizumi’s life. Liking him since you guys met, he never liked you “like that” which inevitably broke your heart, but regardless, you still loved them because they were your bestfriends. 

That’s when Airi came along and snatched Iwaizumi away from both you, she was always with him and would often invite Oikawa with but never you and would complain when Iwa-chan or Oikawa invited you. You would just stay home despite Oikawa’s complaints saying you should come. “No, its okay, I have homework anyways, enjoy your time and be safe! Love you guys!” you texted Oikawa. Feeling a vibration, “Love you too, ____-chan. I’ll come over after to study.” Oikawa replied.


You were very wary of Airi the day you found out because you had heard the rumors of Airi really being obsessed with Oikawa and how a lot of other girls think she’s dating Iwaizumi just to get to Oikawa. 

It has been 3 months since they have been dating and you swore that everyday they are together, she would really latch on to Tooru more and more. The rumors about her didn’t fade either, you always heard girls and guys talking about how she had a plan to get to Tooru and it was through Hajime. 

“Iwa-chan, can we talk?” you whispered to him before lunch started.
“Yeah sure. Whats up?” he asked while slurping on his noodles

Gulping, you sat closer to him.

“I’ve been hearing a lot of rumors about Airi-chan.” you started saying
Iwaizumi looked at you in curiosity. “Like what?” he asked, putting his noodles down

“That she really likes Tooru and how she’s dating you to get to him. Stuff like that, so I’m concerned.” you said looking away, making sure no one heard you.

You looked back and Iwaizumi was red and clenching his fists. 

“Why would you lie about my girlfriend? Just because I didn’t want to date you doesn’t mean you can start up rumors. Thats really low of you.” he said

You looked at him in surprise. You felt your heart being impaled by a poison filled dart. “Wait, what?” you asked still trying to wrap your head around what he said.

“Leave Airi alone, I don’t like you like that and I never will, so stop making rumors up.” he said, getting up.

At his words, you were done, ‘how could he seriously think that I’m making this up?’ you thought.
With that, you closed your heart, you refused to be hurt like this again. 

Days passed and you avoided contact with everyone, shutting everyone out was something you needed to do, and so you did. When Oikawa or Iwaizumi tried to text you, you ignored them, going to the extent to where you deleted their numbers. Cutting ties with everyone, you were always early to class and the first to leave, Oikawa or Iwaizumi never being able to catch up to you.

Weeks had gone by and Oikawa was doing everything in his power to see you, trying to leave class early and trying to catch up with you, but by the time he even got to your class, you were gone. 

“Whats wrong with her?!” he said punching the gym wall.
“I don’t know. I’m worried though.” Iwaizumi said.
“It could be what I said to her, though.” he continued 

Oikawa stopped and looked at Iwaizumi. “What did you say to her?” he asked
“She was making shit up about Airi, about how she likes you and is trying to get to you and I flipped out on ____ saying she was low about making up rumors about her and stuff.” Iwaizumi said, scoffing at the memory.

“You fucking idiot.” Oikawa said, bluntly. Iwaizumi looked at him in surprise.
“____-chan is right. Airi tried to kiss me when she asked to talk to me about the English homework. She even said that she’s been trying to get to me but with ____-chan near, she couldn’t.” Oikawa continued making Iwaizumi’s eyes widen.

Iwaizumi reflected on Airi’s actions when he was near Oikawa and him and just him and he realized that she would be more flirty and cute when Oikawa was around while she was bland and boring when hanging out with him.

Running to your house, Iwaizumi was slapping himself for being to narrow-minded and stupid. “I really fucking messed up.” he said to himself.

Stopping in front of you house, he noticed a “For Sale” sign outside. Going up to your door, he saw in your window and there was nothing inside of your house. ‘What the fuck?’ he thought.

Taking his phone out, he dialed your number. Reluctantly, you picked up. 

“Hello?” you said
“____-chan!? Why is there a for sale sign outside of your house?!” he asked desperately.
“I moved.” you said bluntly.
“What why?!” he asked, verge of tears.
“Cant be near you guys anymore. Do what you want with Airi cause I don’t want anything to do with you guys.” you said, no emotion riding your tone.
“No, ____. I’m so sorry that I didn’t believe you! What kind of bestfriend am I that I didn’t believe you! I’m so sorry!” he said, panting at this point, he felt the tears roll off of his face while pacing back and forth in front of your house.

“Its too late, Iwaizumi. What’s done is done. Oh yeah, and don’t text or call this number, I’m disconnecting it. Goodbye, Hajime.” you said before hanging up. You locked your phone and looked outside of the window of the plane. Tears running down your cheeks, you needed to talk to the only support beam you had. 

Iwaizumi looked at his phone in anguish realizing that his narrow-mindedness is the reason why you were gone and out of his life. “No, no, no please ____. Please don’t leave.” he whispered out, wiping his falling tears off of his phone looking at the wallpaper of him, you and Oikawa.

You dialed Tooru’s number and it started to ring, immediately, it was answered. 

“____chan?! Where are you?! Where have you been?! Why have you ignored my calls and texts?!” he said frantically. You couldn’t help but giggle at him, still trying to control your tears.

“I needed to hear your voice one last time.” you quietly say to him

“One last time?” he asked confused 

“I’m leaving, and I wont be coming back.” you said, regretfully. 

Explaining what happened and why you’re leaving, you heard silent sobs from him that broke your heart.

“But why? Why are you leaving me?” he asked after wiping his tears.
“Where there is you, there is Hajime, and he’s not someone I can look at right now. Maybe we’ll cross paths again.” you said, smiling at the image of him smiling at you.

“We will, I’ll find you and I’m going to love you more than Iwaizumi could.” he said, determined. You knew he was determined at what he called Hajime.

“Until then, I’m sorry, I love you both but I cant be with you guys any longer. I hope one day you forgive me, goodbye.” you said, ending the call, tears rolling off of your already red and tainted face.

All Oikawa hears is the line go dead and tears running down his face cursing Iwaizumi for not believing you, the only girl that was always there for both of you.

anonymous asked:

I really forgot how it feel to be happy, but right now I am low key pretty happy. Its a kind of happines you feel when you spent some time with someone and you know that it made you closer to each other and you feel that you gonna be a good friends. i am pretty happy right now.

i hope ur still happy anon!! its been 3 months after all hhghg im sorry for the super late reply

anonymous asked:

Adrien w the bee miraculous making awful puns like "so glad i can BEE here with you mlady" "You know what they say about the ladybugs n the bees"

I am so sorry for the late reply! It’s Adrien’s suit design that took me so long to reply you ;^; 

and here it is!

So I kind of wanted him to have a military look with his bee miraculous power. (not to mention why he is giving you a salute)

When it comes to weapon, he uses kunai knives. (like a ninja, hya-!) 
I chose this as his weapon cuz it reminded me of bee’s sting :D

He keeps them in his little side pocket where he is wearing like belt + apron. Its wrapped around his body very tightly so the knives won’t slip away.

But since in ML show you are never supposed to hurt villains directly, he only uses them for hanging the enemies or pinning them down to prevent them getting away. 

like this so.



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