i am the best boyfriend for myself


Originally posted by riverdalebish

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Request: “3 - Zach Dempsey”


3. “Home is whenever I’m with you.”

Word count: 1.196

Posted: 12th of May 2017

A/N: It is finally Friday and it means that I am posting many imagines tonight! Here’s a Zach imagine to start, requested by my lovely Aja. I am trying to complete her long list of imagines and I am enjoying it!
Anyway, I hope that you enjoy it and please don’t be afraid to send me some feedbacks, my ask is always open for them, even when you need someone to talk to.
I am so overwhelmed for the requests and I hope to finish them before I start my training period, but I doubt it. I am trying my best to write as many imagines as I can in these days though. I just hope that you love my imagines and you enjoy them. Thank you so much.

P.S.: I am not accepting part 2 requests as I have more than a hundred prompt requests in my ask box. There’s a little bit of chaos in my head right now and I would appreciate if you ask for something else, than staying on the same story lines. Thank you.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: a little bit of angst.

“Zach, I’ve made myself clear earlier today,” Your recently ex-boyfriend was revealed by your front door as you decided to open it after several loud deafening and annoying knocks. “I don’t want to see you anymore.” You emotionlessly stated, you still had fresh tear stains on your cheeks as you spent your whole day crying on the couch.

“(Y/N), please let me explain.” Zach worriedly insisted as he knew how much he hurt you, although he didn’t want to and he never meant to do it. “You know that I’ve never wanted to hurt you, right?”

“Zach, you’ve already hurt me.” You shook your head as you bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from crying. You were sure that you were vulnerable, but you wanted to put some barriers between Zach and your heart, he hurt you and you couldn’t just let him in like that again. “I heard you and Marcus, talking about some sort of bet.” You explained and a tight knot was being formed in your stomach by the thought of it. It hurt you and you couldn’t not point it out.

“(Y/N), I am here to explain you what that bet really meant.” You heard in his voice that he was trying to convince you. You were hurt and he knew that you wouldn’t let yourself in that easily.

“Zach, everything’s clear to me now.” Your lips suddenly shook as you tried your best to mask yourself, to be strong. You spent happy days with Zach before and then you would find yourself crying over some stupid issues, that was stressing.

The thing really hurt you: you heard him talking to Marcus about some bet and Marcus mentioned your name, as if they were betting on you. You didn’t expect it, mostly from your boyfriend, because you believed that Zach couldn’t do such thing and he would never do anything to hurt you.

You believed it, until he proved that you were wrong. You were having a very healthy relationship, but then you would realize that he was being a gentleman just because of a stupid and useless bet. What a shame, wasn’t it?

Zach surely cared for you, he showed his love and his interest in you. He would listen to your problems, to your thoughts, to your bland jokes. He would cheer you up, when you needed someone by your side. He would sing you to sleep whenever you felt alone or terrified of your talkative and noisy thoughts at night.

He would do anything for you and he was the perfect one because of those factors, but he just broke your trust, he played with your feelings and, most of all, he made fun of you, together with his friends.

Disappointing, right? How did he have a peaceful mind after all these months? How? You didn’t know and you didn’t even want to know.

“(Y/N), you heard Marcus’ version of things. You never heard mine!” He held your hand, but you quickly pushed him away. You noticed that he looked disappointed and unwanted. He felt rejected, because he thought that you would understand him, that you would show a little bit of your compassion, even after he hurt you.

Zach loved you because you were understanding and you never judged him when he did something wrong. You would always listen to his version of things and you were happy that you were able to talk to him of his mistakes, but in that instance? It was hard for you to listen to him, it was hard because your ears and brain were already stuffed with your negative thoughts of him, with his little white lies.

Maybe you were just jumping into conclusions, maybe Zach wasn’t really betting on you, maybe you were wrong and you felt guilty for eavesdropping, but everything hurt you. You had a heavy weight in your chest and you couldn’t swallow your pride that fast. Unluckily.

“Go home, Zach!” Little tears started running down your face, wetting your still-red and burning cheeks once again. You pushed him away, because you couldn’t stand to hear more lies from him.

“No, I am already home!” Zach protested as he took some steps forward, diminishing the distance between your bodies.

“What are you talking about?” You slightly pushed him away, but he was surely stronger and taller than you. The push didn’t even affect him and you hated him even more for that.

“(Y/N), I am already home because,” He cut himself from speaking when he grabbed your forearm and he insisted on touching your soft and warm hands. “home is whenever I am with you.

By hearing those pleasant and sweet words, you cried him a river as the weight in your chest became lighter and it was easier to deal with it. You were flattered and you felt lucky and loved, because he wasn’t giving up on you. In fact, he was fighting even more, fighting to win you back.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you and I know that I never did anything bad to hurt you.” He pulled you into a tight and warm hug as he noticed how broken and sad you were, letting you to pour your heart out.

You let his muscular arms wrap around your fragile body and you leant your head on his chest, letting him to mend your broken heart, to gather all the broken fragments of your heart.

“I’m sorry for what you’ve heard, but I think that you should listen to my version too.” He caressed your hair and played with it as he rubbed your back. You bit your lip as your tears slowly stained his varsity jacket. “Marcus’ truths aren’t my truths. Are you letting me to explain?”

“No excuses and no sugarcoated lies?” You asked him as you tried to assure yourself that talking to him would worth something.

“No excuses, no sugarcoated lies, just the truth, my truth.” Zach assured you as he pressed his lips on your forehead. “I really love you and I will never hurt you.”

Zach has always been sincere and true to you. He was a gentleman, right? Maybe he was saying the truth or maybe not, but you knew from the bottom of your heart that you loved Zach. No one and nothing could stop you from doing it, because he was your life, the love of your life.

People messes up, but there would always be a second chance for the people that we loved.

“I love you too, Zach,” You finally said after a long and peaceful silence. You realized how important Zach was for you and you couldn’t lose him just like that. “so much.” You added with a smiled and you wrapped your arms around him as he hugged you tighter. You adored the warmth that his body emanated, while he felt lucky and relieved that you gave him a second chance. You were finally thankful to get back home, after a long and tiring day of crying.

After all, Zach was your home too and he would always be the one you would come home to, no matter what happened.

My brother’s best friend 4 || D.H.

A/N: I hope this turned out alright. There is not much action/ drama but it’s still cute  (I hope so at least). This is the last part.

Word Count: 1.4K

3rd and first perspective


Originally posted by shinyphan

A short silence followed. The two of them just breathed into the phone.

“What do you mean ‘she is not at my place’?” Phil eventually asked his best friend, trying to remain calm.

“Well, she just isn’t. Why is she not at home?” Dan wanted to know, confusion noticeable in his voice.

“I don’t know, okay? I thought she’d be at yours. Do you think she just left?” Phil was by now enormously worried and Dan could tell.

“Let’s find her.”

After Phil had hung up he immediately called his sister. It rang a few times and then it went to voice mail. He didn’t leave a message instead he just tried to ring her again. Once again no luck.

Y/N would have probably picked up if she weren’t cuddled up on the sofa in her best friend’s living room. The two of them always have girl’s nights whenever one of them feels down. So they watched a Zac Efron movie while eating ice cream at nearly 1 am. Shortly before they turned on the TV, Y/N told Sam everything that had happened and she ensured her that the whole dating Dan thing will surely work out in the end. Meanwhile her phone was in her bag in Sam’s room, out of reach and unable to hear.

“Dan, I called her like 5 times and she didn’t pick up!”

Phil didn’t have the time to even say hello. His sister had never done something like that before.

“Okay, I’ll be at your house in 10 minutes.”

Just like Sam earlier that night, Dan came to rescue his best friend. Phil was already waiting in the drive way although it was freezing outside. He immediately jumped into the car when it arrived.

“We should drive through the neighbourhood.” Phil suggested, again without greeting his best friend, there wasn’t enough time for that.

So Dan started driving while Phil hectically stared out of the window and got excited whenever he thought to see somebody move in the dark, but the shadows he saw were just cats.

“This is all your fault” Phil mumbled and Dan couldn’t believe his ears.

“What?! I just kissed her.”

“I know.” Phil breathed in frustration. “It’s not your fault at all.” He then added sounding devastated.

It was silent again in the car, both of them weren’t in the mood to listen to music in a situation like this.

“I’m sorry.”

Phil’s voice was so quiet that it was barely audible.

“I was way too rude to you and Y/N. I don’t know why I overreacted like that.” he admitted and could feel a little part of the weight on his shoulders vanish.

“She’s your little sister it’s completely normal to feel the need to protect her.” Dan tried to cheer his best friend up, he was just glad that he was insightful.

“I think I was just shocked to see you two like that. I know that you are not a bad guy but I- I still got so angry at you. I thought you were just sneaking around with her behind my back for fun, but I noticed that she means a lot to you.” Phil couldn’t stop explaining himself and apologizing.

It was all his fault that they had to drive through the whole neighbourhood to search for his sister and he knew that and it crushed him. At first, he thought Dan was the bad guy in this story, but it was actually him. The awareness of that put his stomach in a twist and he fiddled with his hands out of worry.

“Phil, I really like Y/N.” Dan calmly declared and he meant it.

“I know.”

“I should have told you about my feelings for her earlier.”

“I shouldn’t have freaked out.”

After driving around the block for more than half an hour Phil had nearly lost all his hope. He leaned his head against the cold class of the car window. His eyes still didn’t leave the pavement.

“Dan?” Phil asked carefully.

“Yes?” his best friend answered. One could tell that Dan was curious by now.

“When you and my sister start dating, promise me to not forget about me.”

At first, Dan thought he was joking but he realized that Phil was being serious.

“Phiiilll, why would we ever do that?”

“I don’t know, I’m gonna be the third wheel and you two will only hang out with each other. Without me.”

Phil was afraid to finally put his fear into words. It was true, he was afraid of losing both his sister and his best friend and they were the two most important people in his life.

“Nothing is gonna change, we could just hang out together. It’s not like we are just gonna forget you, Phil.”

Phil took a deep breath and felt that he had calmed down a bit now and he felt a lot lighter.

“Do you think we should give up and drive-“ before he was able to finish his sentence he got interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. It was so loud that it nearly made him jump.

“Hello!” he nearly shouted when he saw the caller ID and immediately picked up.

“Hi, why are you not sleeping?” Y/n asked she sounded confused and tired.

“Sleeping? How am I supposed to sleep when you just ran away?”

“Ran away? I am at Sam’s house.”

Sam’s house. Of course! Phil felt stupid for not thinking about that earlier, she’d always go there for girl’s nights.

“I was so worried about you.” Phil admitted instead of being angry at her. He had already caused enough trouble today and it was not her fault for needing a nice chat with her best friend after all the horrible things he had said.

Phil and I had a long talk after all that happened that night. He sincerely apologized for the way he acted and we went back to normal.

*5 months later*

“Prepare to lose Howell!” I shouted as I pressed play on my controller and started the game.

We were sat in the living room in front of the TV and played video games. At first Dan, Phil and I all played against each other and the best two got into the finale. Dan wasn’t wrong when he said that I’m better at this game than my brother.

“Never in a million years, Little Lester.”

I rolled my eyes at the nickname but had to grin like a fool anyway.

After a few minutes, it turned out that I was clearly the better player.

“I will never understand how you can be so good at this?” Dan sighed, annoyed that he was going to bitterly lose against me.

“Well, I had the best teacher.” I explained while high fiving my elder brother.

Phil had a huge smile on his face while Dan fake pouted.

“I wouldn’t be that confident of your victory, baby.”

“You are so far behind, it is nearly impossible for you to win.” I grinned amused.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that either.” Dan said with a smirk and I knew something was off.

In the matter of a second he had taken the controller out of my hand and started tickling me with his huge hands.

I immediately started laughing so hard that I didn’t make a sound anymore. I tried to push him away from me put he had lifted me onto his lap and wouldn’t let go no matter how hard I kicked him with my feet.

“ST-OP” I manged to croak in between heavy breaths in desperate need of air.

“Say I am the best boyfriend in the world and also the best at any video game.” Dan suggested grinning widely. He stopped tickling me for a second so I could take a breath.

I shook my head no, teasing him.

Dan immediately attacked me with his large hands again, tickling my sides. I squirmed under his touch and felt how my face got red because of the lack of oxygen.

“OKAy! I- I’ll say it. Anything just please stop!” I squealed, giving in.

Dan seemed satisfied and actually stopped. “Let me hear it then.” He said cockily.

“I am the best boyfriend in the world and also the best at any video game.” I giggled and Phil who had to witness the whole scene started cracking up.

“Dad jokes? Really, Y/N?” Dan sighed annoyed but he was still smiling.

“Don’t act like you don’t love them, Dan.” I chuckled proud of myself.

“I really do love you.”

I couldn’t help but blush at his words. He was just too cheesy and cute.

We both leaned in for a kiss. Our lips met. They slowly moved against each other. I ran my hands though his brown hair as his tongue brushed my –

“GUYS! Not when I am here.” Phil complained and acted like he had to cover his eyes.

“I lived as Bok Joo so I feel like I actually did fall in love. But I don’t have much interest in guys to start with. This is a key characteristic of solos. I look forward to and am happy for weekends spent alone. I’m happy even when I drink coffee by myself. I don’t have fantasies about boys and I treat them just as comfortable human beings. Sometimes I do get depressed and need somewhere to lean on but I don’t think having a boyfriend will fill that emptiness. I can feel like I might want a boyfriend when I get lonely but I think it’s a time that I need to overcome by myself. I think it’ll be best to date when I have relaxed, free time.” 

-  Lee Sung Kyung (of Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo)

She is amazing. She must be the prettiest girl on earth and she doesn’t even act like it. What I love about her is how down to earth she is and how she can play very different characters, exaggerate and amplify everything… specially the emotions of those characters, and here, with Kim BokJoo you can feel her love.

I will miss this show dearly.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a prompt of mpreg tony where there trying to figure out who is the father because a lot of guys want to be the father and at the end it's the one person they least expect to be the father.

This is actually going to be different from the mpreg I did not too long ago, and a bit on the odd ball side of things so.. enjoy?

Real quick, thank you @not-close-to-straight for helping me generate this idea, hope you guys like it.

“Mama, I wan’ a baby bouv’a.” Tony choked on his sip of water, a little bit escaping his mouth but most getting caught in the wrong wind pipe.

It took a minute for the omega genius to get his breath back and be able to speak but when he did he turned to his darling baby boy, stuttering out a weak response, “Where did this come from?”

“Some of the kids at school talk about their baby bouv’as and how i’s hard being a big bouv’a and tha’s wha’ I wan’ ta be.” His little munchkin was staring up at him, brown eyes big and pleading working over his mother just like Uncle Rhodey had taught him.

“Oh Petey-Pie…” Tony was at a complete loss, he was an omega parent of one with no mate. Peter was a lovely surprise but Tony hadn’t even considered more children. He was quite happy of his single parent life with his pup. Of course he had the help of his friends and teammates but for the most part it was him and Pete. He hadn’t even been on a date since he discovered he was pregnant. Much too busy with becoming a parent, running R&D, and consulting with SHEILD.

“Mama,” Little five year old Peter climbed up on the couch and into Tony’s lap, snuggling close but far enough away he could look his mother in the eyes. Little hands cupped his cheeks and gave him the saddest little eyes, “P’ease Mama, I wan’ a baby bouv’a.”

“BRUCE!” Said scientist jumped from his slouched position over his lab counter. The mild scientist had fallen asleep next to his microscope sometime last night (or was it this morning) and Tony’s surprise visit had woken him up. He had been looking at some samples that he collected from the team when Tony stormed in with Peter a few steps behind him. Bruce glanced at his watch, 8:13 great.

“Yes Tony?”

“Hi Uncle Brucie!” Peter skipped ahead of his mother, jumping a little when he got in front of Bruce.

“Good morning, Peter. What brings you two down here so early?”

“Mama’s gonna give me a baby bouv’a!” Bruce nodded along, too tired and too used to these two and their crazy shenanigans.

“Oh is he now?” Bruce looked up at Tony. The man looked as if he was on a mission, eyes determined and stance tense but prepared for anything.

“Yes I am, my baby wants a small baby and I’m going to give it to him. And you’re going to help me. Can you inseminate me?” Tony was standing in front of Bruce now, one hand going to mess with Peter’s messy bed head.

“Why the rush?” Bruce couldn’t help but ask, it did seem very sudden.

Tony leaned a little closer, lowering his voice, “The faster I do it, the sooner I can get it over with… and I can’t talk myself out  of it.”

Bruce snorted, Peter caught on that they were talking above him and glared up at them suspiciously. Both adults smiled down out him, acts of pure innocence, “Well, you’re in luck, I have some samples I can use.”

“Perfect let’s do this.”

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Summary: Of all the places you expected to find love, you didn’t see it coming on the day of Peggy and Steve’s wedding

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Modern AU)

Word Count: 2258

Warnings: just all the fluff, Barnes being a flirt and a hottie (as always let’s be honest)

A/N: Just another short story to fuel my trash love for Bucky XD

Originally posted by little--batman

You pace in the room, fiddling with the bouquet of flowers in your hands. She’d been in there for an hour, how was she not ready yet? “Come on, Peggy! Let’s get a move on!” You call into the bathroom.

Peggy emerged minutes later, her skin pale under the makeup and her eyebrows set into a worried line. “I don’t think I can go through with this,” She mumbled, having to lean on the bathroom door frame. You give her a confused look.

“What on earth are you talking about, Pegs?” You scoff at her, never finding her more worried in her life. “Maybe this isn’t right, maybe I shouldn’t go through with this,” You walk up to her, dumping the flowers onto the bed.

“Look, this is just pre-wedding nerves. Everyone gets it.” You smile at her, trying to reassure her. “Steve loves you with all his heart. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have taken you out on three expensive dates trying to propose,” You laugh.

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For some reason, Y/N had gotten the bright idea of getting fit into her head. It wasn’t like she was unhappy with her body or how she looked but she was tired of being the weak human that had to be constantly saved by her vampire boyfriend. She wanted to be strong; to be able to defend herself should the occasion arrive–and knowing this town, it would. So she asked her boyfriend Stefan to teach her how to fight. He was hesitant at first, not wanting to accidentally hurt her but eventually–after much pouting on her end–he caved. He started her with light exercise which including a whole bunch of crunches and learning how to throw punches. To say that she was exhausted would be an understatement but it wasn’t all bad. More often than not Stefan did his own exercises alongside her. Giving her plenty of motivation to keep going so that she could watch him get shirtless and sweaty. 

“You know that I can feel your eyes on me, right?” Stefan teased, not looking away from the ceiling beam that he was using to lift his body up and down. Y/N shook her head, snapping herself out of her zombie-life trance, before responding defensively. 

“I can’t help myself. How am I supposed to focus when you’re doing…that?” She quickly turned her attention back to the punching bad that she had been lazily punching a few moments ago but it wasn’t long before her eyes drifted back over to her boyfriend. Damn, he was hot. Feeling her eyes on him once again, Stefan lowered himself to the ground before making his way over to her. 

“You know, I find you very distracting as well.” He whispered from behind her, his breath sending the best kind of shivers down her body. “ What are we going to do about that?” All thoughts of continuing her exercise flew from Y/N’s mind as Stefan’s hands began to run over her body.

good trans will fic ideas besides the usual “coming out” tale;

1) binder fashion show - will is the self proclaimed Binder Boy and buys every single binder design ever. its a good thing he lives at camp and has wealthy friends (nico - “your boyfriend should be your best friend” - and cecil) otherwise he’d be suffocated by debt

2) nico (or lover of your choice, though i myself am partial to a finely aged Solange TM) having to buy menstrual products and being a total weenie about it. please consider this. bonus: cashier jokes “for your girlfriend?” and he gets steely and protective and growls “my BOYfriend, actually” and leaves the store glaring at the cashier for assuming. bonus bonus bonus; dont use the term “feminine hygiene”. keep things as gender neutral as possible. bonus bonus; “menstruation… more like, MANstruation!! hahaha geddit nico, cuz im a dude? ….nico? neeks, where are you going, come laugh at my-”

3) beach day fic, because every anime needs a beach episode and pjo is my favorite anime, obviously. you get to have fun picking out beach wear, plus everyone gets to be cute and splash around. maybe will cant go into the water because he doesnt have one of the special binders and mentions this, or hes wearing a bikini top (“its my MANkini. wait is that already a thing”) with a tank top over it so you can see his Moobs TM. bonus if a monster attacks and everyone is ready to fight, but will (who has taken down HOW MANY?? enemies with a single whistle) just waves his hand like hes shooing a bug and a flash of sunlight cuts the huge creature in half. he then goes back to reclining in the sun, calling to nico/your lover of choice to “come back over here, baby, sit with meee~!! its so nice out today, isnt it?”

4) zombie apocalypse or just apocalypse au. will Refuses to bind with bandage and thus has visible boobs. you can vaguely mention he’s transgender then go back to the zombie punching and otherwise assorted badass violence

5) any fic at all. like above, all you gotta do is find a way to throw in “nah i didnt feel like binding today” or “ugh i have a boob itch” or “he/him please” or “will wore a tiny trans pride pin” etc. all you gotta do is mention that he is trans and he continues to be trans throughout the story. you dont gotta mention genitals or menstruation or even dysphoria at all. just throw the word trans in there somewhere and you done did it and im proud of you

Bail (pre-apocalypse!Daryl x Reader) Pt 2

Characters- teenage!Reader, teenage!Daryl Dixon, teenage!Rick Grimes, teenage!Shane Walsh and teenage!Lori Grimes.



Y/N and Daryl slept over at her house after the whole mishap with the police station and Merle, but Y/N has forgotten that family friend Rick is supposed to stay with her while her parents are away. Rick is very protective of Y/N and sees her as his little sister and if he finds out that Daryl is there, he’ll flip out. Y/N calls her best friend Lori over to help because she knows Rick has the biggest crush on her. Everything goes well until Shane tries to make a few advances towards Y/N, making her extremely uncomfortable.

 Warnings- strong language, fluff, angst, a little bit of violence, sexual assault.

Part One 



“Rick? Shane?” My eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“Hey!” Rick smiles.

Shane looks ridiculously bored and not at all interested in me or whatever Rick’s agenda is.

“What’s up?” I ask Rick.

“Did you forget?” Rick replies, tilting his head to the side slightly.



Fuck, shit.

I completely forgot that Rick is supposed to stay with me while my parents are in Cuba. Rick is the son of my parents’ best friends and we’ve pretty much grown up together, so he’s kind of like a big brother to me. A big brother that doesn’t know that I have a boyfriend that’s been thrown in a jail cell three times.

“Nah, I didn’t forget!” I lie, chuckling awkwardly. “I just slept in, is all.” I add, still standing in the door way.

Rick and Shane loo at each other and then look back at me like they’re expecting something.

“So can we come in, or..?” Rick asks.

“Oh! Yeah, yeah sorry.” I move aside, letting both boys walk past the threshold of my home. I close the door and then turn to see Shane taking in hi new, unfamiliar surroundings.

“Nice place.” He mumbles.

“Uh, thanks.” I reply.

A clatter sounds upstairs, immediately catching our attention.

“The fuck was that?” Rick begins to walk up the stairs to investigate, but I’m soon to leap in front of him.

“Probably just the cat!” I laugh.

“You don’t have a cat.” Rick scowls.

“Right. Oh! It’s probably just Lori! She stayed over last night.” I giggle, continuously making up lies and untruths on the spot.

“Lori’s here?” Rick’s eyes light up like a Christmas tree.

Rick’s had a crush on Lori since I can remember. He’d always tag along to our soccer games and say it was to support me, but I knew that he only wanted to gawk at Lori.

“Yeah… yeah! And she… um… just got in the shower!” Luckily for me, it sounds like Daryl actually did  get into the shower, so Rick believes me straight away.

“I uh… I’ll go get dressed. Back soon.” I say, backing up the stairs, my awkward walk eventually turning into a run.

I run straight to the phone beside my bed and dial Lori’s number.

“Hello?” Lori picks up after a few dial tones.

“”Lori, it’s me.” I whisper, so the boys downstairs don’t hear me scheming.

“Oh hey! I was just about to call you!” Lori says cheerfully.

“Listen, I need you to come over, I need your help.” I beg, looking over my shoulder because of the looming possibility that Rick or Shane could come in at any moment and foil my lies.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Her tone switches from Jolly to concerned within a matter of seconds.

“I’m fine, I just have a major dilemma. Rick and Shane are here.”

“I’m struggling to see why that’s an issue.” Lori retorts.

“Because Daryl stayed here last night and now he’s in the shower!” I exclaim.

“Oh shit… that’s not good.”

“You think?”

“Wait, wait, how am I gonna make this any better?”

“I may or may not have told them that it’s you in the shower.” I reply sheepishly.

I hear Lori let out an amused scoff, making it obvious that she finds my mistake downright comical.

“I’ll be there in to minutes. I’ll climb the tree, make sure your window’s open.” She’s not even trying to make her laughter discreet at this point.

“Thank you!” I let out a relieved sigh, also thanking whatever higher power just saved my ass.

A couple of anxiety filled minutes later, Lori appears in the tree outside my bedroom and pulls herself through my window.

“You owe me. Big time.” She sighs, rolling her eyes as she stands upright and brushes herself off, pulling leaves and twigs out of her long dark hair.

“We can have this discussion later!” I hiss, pulling her to the bathroom. I signal for her to wait as I creep into the bathroom, where I find Daryl wrapping a towel around his waist.

“Someone’s impatient.” He smirks, stepping forward and leaning his head down to kiss me.

“We have a problem.” I tell him, placing a hand on his chest to stop him.

“What kind of problem?” He asks.

“The kind of problem where I completely forgot that my friend Rick is supposed to be staying with me this week because my parents asked him to and I haven’t told him about you and he thinks I’m still a virgin and him and his friend Shane are actually downstairs right now. That kind of problem.” I confess in a rambling fashion.

Daryl face-palms at my little slip up, not knowing whether to laugh or cry at my idiocy.

“And what the hell am I supposed to do?” He sighs.

“I told them it was Lori in the shower.” I reply.

“Who the hell is Lori?”

And as if on que, Lori pokes her head around the door with a mischievous grin spread across her glossed lips.

“That would be me. Go hide!” She smiles as she trots into the bathroom and shoves her head under the still running water, so it looks like she’s been the one making all of the noise.

“Where am I supposed to hide!? Daryl exclaims. I frustratedly shush him in fear that Rick and Shane will hear a male voice that clearly doesn’t belong to either myself or Lori 

“I don’t know, in her room or something!” Lori suggests, the water still making it’s way through her hair.

“Okay, who is this!?”

“Ugh, Daryl, my best friend Lori. Lori, my boyfriend Daryl. Glad we’re all acquainted, now can we please-”

“Y/N? Everything okay up there?” Rick shouts from downstairs.

My eyes widen with panic at the sound of his voice, realizing that he’s clocked and is starting to get suspicious. I don’t blame him. I would be too if I heard a hushed argument between my life-long my friend, my crush and another mysterious entity.

“Yeah, all good Rick! We’ll be down in a second!” I yell back.


“No more questions, come on!” I hiss, cutting Daryl off and shoving him out of the bathroom, over into my room and then onto my bed.

“Can’t you just get rd of them?” Daryl pleads, slightly adjusting his towel.

“I’ll try my best, but Rick’s real stubborn.” I sigh, scratching my head in thought.

“Who the fuck is Rick?”

“I told you about Rick. Family friend? My parents are friends with his parents? Rick Grimes?” I attempt to jog Daryl’s memory.

“Rick Grimes?” He mocks, causing me to roll my eyes.

“Yes, Rick Grimes. Now, be quiet, be patient, and for God’s sake- behave.”

Daryl salutes sarcastically and flops backwards to lie down as I change into regular clothes that aren’t joggers and a sweater with David Bowie’s face on it. I pride myself on how classy my nightwear is.

“I look okay?” I pant dues to rushing around to find something clean, fitting, and actually presentable.

“You look fine.” He sighs without even glancing at me. “As long as it’s okay for Rick Grimes, right?” Daryl mumbles bitterly.

I stand in shock at Daryl’s snide and petty comment as he idly taps his stomach with his fingers, clearly being a jackass on purpose.

“Screw you, Daryl.” I scoff and storm out.

I jog downstairs and discover all three of the others on my couch. Lori and Rick are deep in conversation while Shane aimlessly flicks through my TV channels.

“You guys want drinks or something?” I ask, but with no response from anyone.

“Great.” I whisper and stroll over to the kitchen, grabbing a beer out of the fridge. I lean against the counter and stress about the two boys in my lounge and the petty one in my bedroom. I take a sip and close my eyes, attempting to calm down and not overthink the situation. As I’m mid-thought, I feel another presence in the room and turn around to find Shane sitting on the counter opposite me. He tilts his head to the side and runs his eyes over my body, making me shuffle awkwardly.

“You okay?” I ask, starting to feel a little uncomfortable.

“Oh yeah, just fine. What about you? You good? You seem a little tense, sugar.”

His voice is husky and rough, but not like Daryl’s; Shane’s is predatory and has the ability to send shivers of discomfort down my spine. His deep brown eyes travel down to my chest, causing me to cross my arms to stop him staring.

“I uh… I’m just tired, Shane.” I force a smile to look somewhat polite.

“Don’t you lie to me, Y/N… I know what you were up to last night. Saw you hangin’ around the Sheriff’s department making out with Dixon.” Shane teases

My entire body stiffens at his words, my throat and chest tightening. I gulp out of nervousness and force a false chuckle.

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talkin’ about, Shane. Lori and I were here all night last night. Must have gotten me mixed up with someone else. I have one of those faces.”

Shane shakes his head and lets out a dark chuckle.

“Trust me, I’d know your pretty face anywhere, Angel.”

I grimace at the term of endearment. That’s what Daryl calls me. Only Daryl. Coming from Shane, it sounds like pure garbage.

“Listen, I won’t tell Rick.” Shane smiles.

I let out a sigh of relief and my whole body relaxes, but that all comes to a halt when Shane utters those three little words.

On one condition.”

My heart pounds in my chest as I force my legs to stop shaking in fear as Shane edges closer and closer.

“What do you want from me, Shane?” I quiver.

“Oh, you know what I want…” He runs his fingers down my bare arm, leaving a trail of terror-induced goosebumps.

“Go to hell, Walsh.” I growl, still too petrified to move.

“Hey, Rick?” Shane shouts, his eyes still locked on me.

“No! Shane, please don’t.” I whimper.

“All you have to do is yes, Y/N. It’s just a quick fuck.”

I hear Rick’s footsteps approach the kitchen and my entire body starts to tremble with panic and anxiety, my heart beating out of my chest and my breath getting caught in my throat.

“Fine… fine, I’ll do it.” I cave.

Rick enters the kitchen and Shane turns to face him.

“What’s up?” Rick questions.

“You and Lori want drinks?” Shane asks, earning a small sigh of relief from me.

“Yeah, sure. Y/N, your Dad won’t mind, right?” Rick asks, completely clueless as to the pressure and blackmail that just took place in this very room.

“N-no, it should be fine.” I stammer nervously, resulting in Rick shooting a concerned gaze my way. I smile reassuringly as to not raise any questions.

“We’ll bring them out in a sec.” Shane nods and Rick eagerly walks back to Lori, thankful that he finally has some time with her. Shane turns back to face me, an evil grin stretched across his lips, eyeing me up like a lion does it’s prey.

“Shane, I have a boyfriend, I can’t just-”

“Daryl Dixon? He’s a redneck piece of shit.” Shane scoffs.

“Shut your mouth. You don’t know him like I do. The only piece of shit around here is you.” I scowl, attempting to drum up some confidence.

Shane leans forwards and puts his lips to my ear.

“You’ll think very differently once I’ve had my way with you.” He whispers and walks away. A wave of nausea washes over me and I lean against the counter-top, letting out a shaky breath. I have to clench my eyes closed to stop tears from running down my face and force my shoulders to relax so I don’t curl up into a ball and just completely break down. How did I get myself into this? Why didn’t I just tell Rick when Daryl and I first got together? I could’ve made this so much easier for myself and now I’ve backed myself into a corner. 

A little while later, when Lori, Shane, Rick and I are sat in my lounge watching TV,  Lori throws her head back and lets out a complaining groan.

“I’m so hungry! Should we order a pizza?” She asks.

“Better yet,” Shane starts. “Why don’t you two go get it? Pizza place isn’t too far and it’s real nice outside. You two can y’know… talk.” He smirks.

I realize what his ulterior motives are. Getting Lori and Rick out of the house so he can do God knows what to me… my eyes immediately dart over to Lori and silently beg her not to go, but she doesn’t notice my pleading stare and blushes a little.

“Sure. Rick, you want to?” Lori smiles.

“Yeah! I mean, yeah sure. Why not?” Rick replies.

The two get up and Shane grins slyly at me from across the room, striking fear and disgust into my very soul. He won’t really make me… right? He’s not that bad. 

My train of thought is broken by Lori giggling and the front door slamming shut. I jerk my head in Shane’s direction and immediately stand to my feet in a defensive manner.

“Shane… please. Look, I’ll tell Rick, okay? About Daryl, about everything.” I plead.

“Deal’s a deal, baby girl.” Shane relaxes back into the couch and keeps his stare on me, his hard, emotionless brown eyes taking in every curve and inch of my body.

“Y’know what, screw you. I don’t have to do shit.” I scoff and begin to walk away. Shane jumps over to the back of the couch and pushes me up against the wall by my shoulders with a great force that causes me to hit my head and let out a pained groan.

“Where’d you think you’re goin’?” He snickers.

“Let me go, Shane!” I cry out.

“Y’know what, I think we’ll have some fun first,” he rips the strap of my shirt down my shoulder as I continuously struggle against his strong grip. “I’d stop squirmin’ if I was you, it’s just going to make this more difficult. Well, for you anyways.” 

He kneels down, throws me over his shoulder and carries me over to the couch, where he throws me down and almost immediately pins my body beneath his.

“Shane, stop!” I scream. “Please!”

“You can yell all you want, ain’t nobody going to hear you-”

Shane’s word’s are cut short as he’s dragged off of me and tossed to the floor by Daryl, who then goes on to violently kick the shit out of him. Shane attempts to get up, but is unsuccessful when Daryl leans over him and brutally punches him in the face over and over and over again.

“Daryl, he’s done!” I yell, desperately trying to prevent him from killing Shane, despite everything.

And then, just when I manage to pull him away, that’s when I hear it.

“What the fuck is going on here!?” Rick cries out.


Last Assignment (#3)

Summary: Reader is in art class. The professor assigned a nude model to each student and gave a last assignment of the semester that has a lot of weight on the final grade.  

Pairing: AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader (Reader POV)  

Warnings: Steve fluff

(Y/N) = your name

a/n: hey guys, here’s part 3. I just want to say sorry again for being late, I had a very difficult week, and my computer was just not cooperating on friday. Anyway, here we go. Hope you enjoy it. Sorry it’s so short, but pt 4 will definitely be much longer! Let’s talk about this story!! Also, dont forget to check out this post.

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“Boyfriend. Just to be clear, I am her boyfriend, not just her best friend. So, I’d keep my hands to myself if I were you.” Steve looked very clearly tense, and just a little bit awkward.

“Yes, sir.” James did a mock salute. The atmosphere suddenly became thick. 

“Okay, whoa, testosterone. Let’s leave that out the front door.” I stood up and grabbed Steve by the forearm, “C'mon, let’s get going, we’re going to miss the movie. See you later James, text me if you need anything”

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Thank you loving me for who I am. Thanks for making me laugh and smile when i’m sad or have a bad day. I still get excited when I see your name pop up on my phone. You’re always on my mind
You’re all I want, all I need. You’re my whole entire world. Babe, you know I love you and I tell you everyday to remind you, but you’ll never know how much I love you because my love for you can’t be expressed in words. I know I’m not the best, but I’ll always be here for you if you let me. How I wish that I could spend my whole life under the skies watching the stars with you? You’re the first and last person I want in my life. No amount of distance, pain, fights or differences in opinion can break our bond. We’re like the best of friends and the deepest of lovers. You are on my mind every second, every minute, every hour, every day and every single time I blink. You fill all the space in my mind and heart. I love you baby. When I am with you, it feels like a dream come true. You are my angel from heaven. I love you. I cannot find words to tell you how much I love you. You mean everything to me. Please stay by my side forever. I cannot possibly think of loving anyone else the way I love you. You are my life, I cannot imagine my life without you. Or relationship is like that of Tom and Jerry show. We tease each other, knock each other down, chase each other, irritate each other terribly but we can never live this life without one another. You mean so much to me. You filled my life with music, color and laughter. I can’t imagine a life without you or a life before you or a life after you. You fill my head with thoughts of you. you are in my heart and you fill my every being with just your existence. I will never ever be able to love anyone as much as I have love you. I have blindly followed you and trusted you and never could I trust another. You know my darkest secrets and my happiest moments you see me more often at my worst than at my best. You might not realize this but you and me just click. You are my strength and my weakness, my joy and my headache but I am so thankful And glad that every morning I wake up and think about you and every night I dream about you. I will always and forever love you even when words can not say it you will know this. You’re the cutest guy in the world. I love you so much babe. Every time I tell you I love you, I mean it like ten times harder than the last time. Cause my feelings for you multiple everyday. You make me fall for you everyday, over and over again. You make me so happy. Whenever I’m with you I can’t help but smile, and laugh. Or stare at you. (I do that a lot) I know we’ve been through a lot, with us breaking up and stuff like that. But it was all a test, to see if I really did like you. Cause if I didn’t we wouldn’t of been together right now, stronger than the 1st couple times. I just want you to know, no matter what we go through I will just be a call, text, chat, message away. I’ll always be here for you. Always. I hope we are always together. And this ain’t that 2 week “i’m in love” bullshit. It’s the actual feeling. And it’s fucking amazing. I want to be the reason you look at your phone and smile. I love the way you make me happy, and the ways you show your care. I love the way you say, ‘I Love You’, and the way you’re always there. Another month, another year, another smile, another tear, another winter, another summer too, never want to spend any of them without you. I want you to know how much I appreciate all of the things you do for me. you make me feel needed, wanted, and cared about. You are absolutely amazing. the most amazing person I have ever met. You always make sure i’m smiling, laughing, and having a good time. When I am in your arms i feel so safe and it makes me think I am the luckiest girl in the world to have such an amazing boyfriend. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You have the most caring heart. For once in my life I feel beautiful and wanted. It is unbelievable how I can be myself around you and feel so close to you, I feel like I have known you forever! I couldn’t imagine my life without you. I may not be the nicest or the best girlfriend sometimes, and I promise you that I will treat you how you deserve to be treated from now on. When your not around you are ALL i think about! I’ve never felt this way about anyone in my life. I’ve never had second thoughts or regrets about us. With all the tears and trouble we’ve been through its worth it because I got to share my heart with you! You’ve opened my eyes to love and true happiness! I’ve never been so certain of anything in my life like I am us! Baby, i’m glad that you came into my life. I love you! I just love everything about you, your magical eyes, the sound of your voice and your gentle touch! I cant stop thinking about you when were apart! you mean the world to me, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love you.

The Cat’s out of the Bag - Part One / Archie Andrews

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Jughead’s gaze keeps shifting from the screen in front of him to me. Back and forth. Back and forth. As if he was trying to work up the courage to say something-but keeps backing out. I try ignoring it at first, but Jughead has always been upfront and honest with me so his behaviour was starting to worry me.

Releasing a sigh, I drop my pen on the table and cross my arms. I look him right in the eye and wait for him to cave.

He stops typing and meets my stare, his brow furrowed-his expression full of concern. “What is it?” I ask finally. Jughead opens his mouth, ready to speak before changing his mind. “Just tell me!” I groan. “You’re being weird and I don’t like it-it’s worrying me.”

Guilt spreads across his face, “I don’t know if I should,” he admits.

I raise an eyebrow, “Well now you have to. Because not only did you confirm there is something you want to tell me-you’ve gained my attention even more now by saying that.”

“It has something to do with Archie,” he says. “So I’m not exactly sure what to do in this situation.”

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Protect Myself (PART 2) - Best Friend Calum/Boyfriend Luke

Part one can be found HERE - I got a couple requests for a part 2 so I hope you like it!


I wake up with Luke’s arm draped across me and the sun blocked by the curtains. When I look at the clock, I realize that it’s already almost noon. I shift so I am facing away from him but I allow him to tighten his arms around my waist and hold me closer. Silence. 

“Morning” Luke mumbles but I don’t respond. I have hope that Luke may think I just turned in my sleep so I wait to see what he does. Luke shuffles so his front is pushed to my back and he kisses the back of my neck and sighs. “I just wish you would tell me.” He groans as he turns himself out of bed and walks into the bathroom. I lay flat on my back and focus on the off light fixture. Calum was right…of course. I need to tell Luke and I need to tell him soon but there is no way that I’ve imagined where Luke does not blow his top and tell me I can’t do something. When he returns from the bathroom he finds me sitting on at the head of the bed.

Luke knows that I have bad days. He knows that there are times that I could be given all the love and affection in the world but one person could say something that might at some point possibly be construed into something slightly rude in the tiniest of ways and it could be bad enough to me that I have to tell Luke I’m having bad thoughts. He knows that in the past I’ve been raped, he knows that I tried (unsuccessfully) to end it and he knows that even with I say I want to be alone, what I want is to be with these four idiots who can change everything. 

“Oh! You’re up” he says surprised.

“Yeah” I reply sadly. He comes towards me but stays cautious.

“Are we going to talk about yesterday at all or is that something we just need to let slide past?” I look up with no emotion and he nods his head up and down. His face falls in the expectation that he will never know. 

“I just - Calum told me that you asked him not to say anything.” 

“Yeah” I say again. “I’ll have to remember to thank him for that.”I knew that he wasn’t going to leave it alone, even if he promised that he wouldn’t tell him for 2 weeks. I knew as soon as I looked in his eyes as I left that he was going to spill the beans eventually. “It’s just all jumbled it in my head.”  Luke comes over and inches towards my back. As screwed up as my emotions are right now, Luke trying to squeeze his tall frame behind me makes me let out a quiet puff of a laugh. His arms wrap around me and he pulls me back. I lean in and prepare myself for what I expect to be a fight. 

“I’m ready when you are.” I rest my head and close my eyes. I want to feel him wrapped around me for a second before I ruin this. 

“I got arrested.” I mumble quietly and Luke stiffened. His arms stayed tight and I wait.

“I think I heard wrong” he replies, he knows he didn’t but he is going me a second chance to say it. There is a fight coming but I know that Luke is going to try and stay as collected about it as he can for as long as he can.He tends to get loud and big when he is mad but I cannot handle the intimidation that inevitably comes with a man over a foot taller then you, yelling.  

“Where?” His jaw is so tight.

“Santa Monica.”

“Why?” This was definitely just said through his teeth. In an effort to keep thing calm I try to defuse it before it goes further. I can feel the annoyance rolling off of his skin. He wants me to stop being vague but I need to keep him sitting.

“I have to start with that really, it wasn’t my fault. It was bad timing for the cop to show up and he didn’t see the whole thing and it was my word against the other guy’s and I’m okay, he wasn’t able to - “

“Stop” Luke interjects. “Just tell me what you were arrested for.” 

“Assault” I mumble. 

“For” he pushes but he isn’t as tense - for now. 

“Punching a guy in the sack the way that Calum taught me.” I add the last part so that Luke knows that I used my self defense. He must know that I would only use that punch if I was being attacked. 


I stay silent for what feels like forever. 

“Why?” He says louder and the wall he put up for the anger, it’s starting to fall. 

“Because he was…” I feel the first tear fall. “He” a tear lands on Luke’s arm, still at my waist. 

“Did he fucking touch you?” In one swift move, I am turned to the side, on Luke’s lap with his eyes holding a steady gaze on my far less confident one. “Did. He. Fucking. Touch. You?” His eyes are full of fury and I start to shake. This is going the way I was scared it would. He is starting to falter and I know that he can’t hold back much longer. 

“No. I protected myself” I respond. His eyes lighten slightly. 

“What happened to him?” I just shrug at the question. 

“I don’t want to talk about him or it or the police. I want to forget it happened and I want to go back to acting like we always do” I rush out. I can’t lock eyes with him anymore. I can’t keep my fighting flame lit if Luke fixes those blue eyes too strong. 

“Last time this happened to you…” he trails off, no doubt thinking about the weeks I spent in the hospital afterwords. I can see his teeth grinding and know he is using everything he has to stay calm. 

“Last time isn’t now, Luke.” My fingers tight around each other.

“I know that but -”

“Please. I don’t want to think about it. I want to let it go and I want to just go back to what it was before this happened.”

“You want to go back to me constantly worrying that when I go to work, you are out on the street in danger of being attacked, of being raped again, of being killed? No, I’m not going back to that. You’re coming to work with us and you will come home with us and I’m not letting you -” I push myself out of Luke’s lap. 

“ABSO FUCKING LUTELY NOT, LUKE.” I yell. For the first time in a long time, my anger is like a fire. Luke is taken aback but stays seated. It’s hypocritical for me to be able to yell but expect Luke to remain relaxed but no one ever said PTSD made sense. 

“I called Calum because this is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you. You don’t get to tell me that I can’t go out and do stuff. I was able before and I will be able again, I’m not going to lock myself in a room and do nothing because of a little catcalling.” I’m beyond frustrated. I hear movement in the house and know that the others can hear our fight. 

“MY JOB IS TO PROTECT YOU!” Luke yells, hands flung through his hair, holding tight to release some frustration he stands at full height but I sink to the floor and cower towards the wall. Within 2 seconds of my collapse Luke is back to holding me. He is curled completely around me when the door flings open. 

“Luke” Cal says and moves swiftly to get me away. Luke would never do anything to me but Calum can see I cracked. He pulls me free and gets between me and Luke. 

“I’m sorry, I just got frustrated. I didn’t mean to - ” he is a mess. I can hear the congestion from the tears and I know he must look a wreck. I feel someone’s hand run down my face and I pull away quickly, scrambling along the floor to the door. I get up and run. 

“Y/N!” Cal says, startled. 

I see Ashton at the bottom of the steps, seconds from coming up. He doesn’t know what happened but he holds his arms open and I collide with him hard enough to knock the wind out of my lungs. I clutch to him and whimper. 

“I can’t be here. I need to… I need… Please.” I don’t know where I want to go, I don’t know what I want to do but I do know I can’t be with them. I have to get away from Luke and Cal. I have to clear my mind before I formulate stupid thoughts. 

“This is what I was trying to stop” Cal is saying frantically as he came down the stairs. I hid behind Ashton, still furious with him and scared of the whole situation. He was right and I know it but it’s too late and now…Now I need Ashton to be my protection. “Please. I can’t handle you being scared of me” I make a pathetic whine and grip Ashton’s shirt in my hands, face buried in his chest when he turns back to Cal.

“Please, just go to Luke” he tells him. He looks sad and I hate that I’m doing this to them but I can’t stop it. I need to leave, I need to be somewhere that I can’t do something stupid. Ashton ushers me to the door where he grabs his keys and we walk outside. He doesn’t say a word as we get into the car. 

“It’s my fault. I’m broken and all I do is break others.” I stare out the window as Ashton backs out. I’m sobbing now, knees to my chest, lungs on fire from finally letting it all out. Luke is looking out the bedroom window and my heart shatters when I see him realize how scared I am. He puts his hand to the glass but Ashton pulls away. 

“You have a good reason to act the way you do” Ash reminds me. 

“Not one that’s good enough…”


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|Will you be Mine?| - Grant Gustin

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Pairings: Grant Gustin x reader

Summary: Grant comes home to the love of his life and does something that your life forever.

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No Matter What (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! I really liked writing this one and I thought it was a super cute idea! I’m almost caught up on requests so they will be open again sometime soon
Warnings: super fluff
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: spencer comes home from a case with some illness he caught from a witness or someone and you have to take care of him for the rest of the week
Requested by: @anon
Upcoming Imagine: imagine based off of song…
You stood in front of the stove as you stirred the homemade chicken noodle soup you had made for Spencer.
He was about to be home any second, and he had told you that he wasn’t feeling so good so you decided to make some soup for when he gets home.
You heard the familiar sound of Spencer’s apartment door opening.
You popped around the corner and indeed saw an ill Spencer.
His poor face was pale and his nose was stuffed as he said ‘hello’.
“Aww, baby.” You said taking his bag and setting it down before peeling his coat off of his shoulders.
His little button nose was red and irritated from him blowing it so much.
You ushered him to the couch and laid him down.
“I’m going to get you some soup and then I will draw you a bath okay sweetheart?” You said running your fingers through his hair.
“Okay.” He said with a smile.
You kissed him on the forehead and laid him down before fetching the soup for him.
You carefully took the bowl of soup to the couch and sat next to him.
Spencer sat up slowly and leaned against the couch.
He reached his hands out but you pulled the bowl away.
“Y/N I’m capable of feeding myself.” He said dropping his hands at his waist. “I’m sick I’m not paralyzed from the…” A spoonful of soup interrupted him as you carefully put it in his mouth.
“And I am capable of feeding my sick boyfriend so let me take care of you.” You said blowing on another spoon of soup, this time with noodles and chicken.
You carefully fed it to Spencer and his eyes lit up.
“This is the best chicken noodle soup I’ve ever had.” He said as he unbuttoned his cardigan.
You quickly set the bowl down and helped him take it off.
“Thank you. I was getting hot.” He said before coughing dryly.
You frowned and pulled his forehead to your lips before kissing his warm skin.
“I think you have a fever.” You said moving hair out of his eyes.
“More soup.” Spencer said making grabby hands at the bowl.
You picked it up and resumed feeding him, occasionally as he chewed you would stroke his hair.
As soon as the bowl was gone, you put it in the sink and then pulled Spencer off of the couch.
You took him to the bathroom and started the bath, pouring bubble bath into the stream of water.
Once it was full of water and bubbles you dried your hands.
“I’m going to make you tea. You get in the tub.” You said leaving to the kitchen.
You remembered how Spencer always told you how green tea is the ‘super tea’ so you made some warm water and had green tea with milk and honey in no time.
As you walked in the bathroom, you expected to see Spencer sitting in the bath but he was still standing there, fully clothed.
“I thought I told you to get in the tub.” You said setting the cup down.
Spencer threw his arms into the air. “I need help.” He groaned with a small sleepy smile.
You giggled and pulled his shirt over his head before kissing his chest as you undid his belt.
Once you pulled his slacks and boxers down, you held his hand as he settled down in the bath.
Once he relaxed back and closed his eyes, you ran your fingers through his hair, knowing it’s his favorite thing ever.
He turned over and held your wrist as he buried his face in the palm of your hand.
You smiled and kissed his forehead before grabbing the cup of tea and taking a small sip.
“Do you want a sip sweetheart?” You asked as you laughed at Spencer’s position.
He was as slumped back so far, he was almost submerged under the water, and bubbles were up to his nose.
He nodded and sat up as he reached for the cup.
I kept my hands on the cup as he held it and took a sip.
“Mmm.” He mumbled as he carefully let go of the mug.
“Can I wash your hair?” You asked cupping the side of his face.
With closed eyes, he nodded and smiled.
He sat more in the middle of the tub and you pulled down the shower head before testing the temperature and rinsing his hair.
You held your hand just below his hairline so water wouldn’t get in his eyes as he leaned his head back.
Once his hair was wet, you grabbed his green apple shampoo and squirted a lot into your hands, a lot more than you wanted.
You gently massaged it into his scalp and hair, making his head bob back and forth.
You sculpted a shark fin out of his hair, making him look up at you with a smile.
He played with the bubbles as you rinsed the soap out of his hair.
“Do you want conditioner too?” You asked as you watched him blow the bubbles out of his hands.
“Hm mm. The water is getting cold.” He said.
“Okay stand up for me, baby.” You said as you pulled the drain plug and turned on the warm shower to rinse the bubbles off of his slim body.
Once he was all clean, you wrapped him in a towel and pulled him into his bedroom.
“Do you want pajamas or just boxers?” You asked sitting him on his bed.
“Mmm… just boxers.” He decided.
You rummaged through his top drawer and found a pair of his cozy boxers.
You slowly slid them up his legs and gently snapped the waistband at his hips.
“There you go.” You said taking his towel and replacing it with a soft blanket.
You dried his hair off so it stopped dripping, and threw it in the hamper in his bathroom before grabbing his tea.
When you returned to his bedroom, he was sprawled across the bed with his head in his pillow.
“Sweetie do you want your tea?” You said running your hands across his back.
“Yeah. I’ll drink it in a sec… can you keep doing that?” He asked, his voice muffled by the pillow.
“Of course.” You said as you continued rubbing his back.
Eventually, Spencer started snoring, so you took his cup of tea and drank about half of it before dumping it in the sink.
You returned to bed after brushing your teeth and changing into loose clothing.
You gently pulled Spencer close to you before kissing the back of his neck.
The next morning, Spencer woke up to his alarm and sprung up in bed.
“No get back here.” You said taking Spencer back down on the bed as you held his back to your chest.
“I have to go to work.” He groaned as he sat up again.
“No you don’t. Do you know how much overtime you have? You have like 6 months of extra sick days so stay.” You said pulling him back down and securing his arms and legs with yours.
He huffed in defeat, but silently admitting to himself that he likes the position he was in.
You kissed behind his ear and you both fell asleep again since it was early in the morning.
About 2 hours later, you woke up and decided to make some coffee and breakfast for Spencer.
When you brought the breakfast to his bedroom, he was still laying asleep.
You hesitated if you should wake him up, not wanting to disturb his peaceful frame.
You set the plate and cup on the side table before sitting next to him and running your fingers through his hair and peppering his face in soft kisses.
He groaned and turned towards you before pulling your body close to him.
“Baby I made you eggies.” You said kissing his forehead.
“Mmm I want eggies.” He said sitting up and swallowing, his hair matted to his face.
You swept the hair out of his eyes and kissed him on the forehead once more before grabbing the plate and stabbing a scrambled egg on the fork.
Spencer somewhat sat up and you fed him the eggs.
He smiled and nudged his head into your shoulder.
“I wuve you.” He said with a mouthful of food.
“I love you too.” You said kissing his forehead. “Do you want coffee?” You asked picking up the mug.
He nodded and took the mug before sipping it.
“Let me get the thermometer so I can take your temperature.” I said kissing his cheek and going to the bathroom.
After sterilizing the thermometer, you brought it back to his room and lifted his chin up so he would look at you.
“Open up.” You said gently before putting the thermometer under his tongue.
You held it there until it beeped, showing his temperature of 103 degrees Fahrenheit.
“You poor thing.” You said setting the thermometer on the table. “Lay down. I’ll go grab your laptop and we can watch some movies okay?” You said standing up and walking to the living room to retrieve his laptop.
Once you sat down next to him, he laid his head in your lap and you set the laptop on your calves so he could see.
He of course picked Doctor Who, and as he watched it, you ran your fingers through his tangly hair.
He would occasionally sneeze, making you smile at how cute and high pitched it would be.
You covered him with a blanket as he cuddled with your legs and eventually fell back asleep.
As you soon followed, you thought about how tomorrow would go; exactly the same as today.
And if he still wasn’t feeling well the day after that, you still would do the same.
You knew that you would happily take care of him no matter what.

A School of Fire and Shadow (Part 4)

This is one of the last chapters in Year 1, but please remember that at the moment, these characters are eleven or twelve years old and may not react to situations in the same way their much more mature characters in the books might. Thank you!

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TOG x ACOTAR Crossover - Hogwarts au

House Key

Last Part Next Part coming Tuesday August 8

“Just look at him,” Aelin sneered, stabbing her grape with a fork. Juice went flying in all directions, but the witch didn’t even notice. Her gaze remained on the Gryffindor table and the white-haired boy sitting there laughing. “Plotting his prank. Making us wait like the mastermind he is.”

Rhysand didn’t even bother following her gaze. She talked about Rowan Whitethorn enough that he knew who she was talking about already. “I’m pretty sure he’s just eating lunch,” he said.

Aelin turned from her fierce stare to scowl at him. “That’s what he wants us to think. He’s just waiting for us to let our guard down,” she retorted, popping a grape into her mouth and chewing it angrily. It had been months since their last prank on Whitethorn - a jinx on his broom that made him hover just above the Whomping Willow for half an hour while the fourth years watched. Aelin waited restlessly for the retaliation she knew would be coming.

Rhysand, however, figured that perhaps the wizard was over the prank war. After all, now that the boy had been spending so much time in Mistress Maeve’s classroom, he could very well have more pressing matters.

“Leave the poor bloke to his food,” Azriel was the one who spoke this time. Aelin whipped her head around to stare at him. “You shouldn’t be wasting your time with him.” The girl sputtered, and Rhys raised an eyebrow at his friend.

Manon ceased her eating to comment, “Az is right. The way I hear it, you should be paying more attention to the Havilliard boy.”

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Monsta x reaction- S/o being terrified of mice

This is being posted pretty late, so I am very very sorry for that anon! But thank you so much for requesting this. I hope you like it! Happy Reading :)

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Shownu being the guy he is would laugh when he sees you getting scared of  mice. He would find it cute too though, but mostly he would just laugh at you freaking out about the mouse.

You clung onto him for dear life as you saw a mouse in the little garden of the your backyard. “Ahhh!!” you screamed and jumped into his arms. He held you by your waist as you wrapped your legs around his torso. “Make it go away” you screamed into his shoulder. He laughed so hard you could feel his shoulders shaking. “Y/n chill. Its just a mouse” he chuckled. “Make it go away Shownu” you slapped him on the back repeatedly in your panic. “Okay okay” he said as he shooed the mouse away and carried you back inside since you insisted on not being let down until safely back inside. 


Wonho would be extra playful and try to make you more scared by telling you there is a mouse even when there isn’t, just so you would go to him and hug him.

“Y/N” there’s mouse” he yelled and pointed to the bush near the tree as you were taking a stroll in the park. “WHERE!!” you yelled and hid behind him. He tried to stifle his laugh. He put an arm around  you and said “I am just kidding. I just like it when you hug me” he winked, and kissed your temple. You smacked him hard on his arm, and lightly shoved him muttering “asshole” under your breath which he heard, causing him to chuckle. You started walking when he yelled “Mouse” again, causing you to trip and fall. “You are so cute” he laughed helping you up. 


Minhyuk would baby you whenever he sees you scared, letting you cling to him, and he would smile so wide at your adorableness 

“Awww is my baby scared of mice?”he asked you when you thought you saw a mouse and ended up jumping on the couch. You nodded looking around in fear around you to check. “Its okay I am here. I will protect you” he smiled at you and extended a hand for you to take, so he could help you down. “I really hate them” you breathed out as you took his hand and stepped down. He wrapped you in his arms. “When I am here, have no fear” he said and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. 


He would try his best to get the fear out of you, and try to get you see things through a different perspective in a comforting manner.

“How are you, someone who is so much more taller and stronger, scared of such a tiny thing?” he questioned. You ignored his question. “Come on babe, if you dont face your fears they will always find a way to get to you” he sat down next to you. You shook your head adamantly. He sighed. "Okay fine. I will help you get rid of this fear”  he smiled at you and extended his pinky. “Promise?” you asked him. “Promise” he said as your pinky linked around his. He pulled you in a hug and whispered reassuring words to you.


Would probably be so surprised to know you are really scared of mice. Would find it really cute and adorable 

He couldnt believe when you froze on your spot upon encountering a mouse. “Are you seriously that scared?” He asked. You just blinked still rooted to your spot. “Okay. Come here” he gestured and pushed you close to himself. His sneaked around your waist. “ Its just a mouse. Its not going to do anything to you. Lets go” he urged in a soothing manner. You started walking again by side and he smiled to himself at how scared you were because he found it really cute"


Would most likely be just as scared as you but would try his best to comfort you and be there for you

“AHHHH!” you both screamed at the same time and held onto each other tight. “Joo-” you tried to say. “I am not making it go away. I am scared as hell myself” he cut you off with these words. “But not to worry it will get tired and go away” he tried to be positive. Yet he held on to you. You glared at him. “Its the one thing you have to do as my boyfriend!!” You screamed as the mouse moved. “I am scared though. Okay how about we stay up on this counter until it goes away?” He smiled sweetly further making you roll your eyes at him.


Changkyun would tease you and laugh at your cuteness. He would be very playful  about it too much like Wonho

He laughed so loud when you jumped because you saw a mouse. You covered your face with your hands and you were jumping up and down yelling “get it away from me”. “Relax its just a mouse and anyhow its gone now” he laughed, gathering you in his arms. “I think we should bring a mouse as a pet at home” he teased. You hit him in the chest. “Dont dare” you replied. “If it gets you this close to me 24/7  then why not?” he winked. Automatically your cheeks tinted pink and he kissed each cheek with a bright smile on his face. 

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a large part of me being MIA this last year or so was me trying to find happiness with myself and not relying on other people to make me happy. I had VERY few friends IRL and I wanted to work on that and make my life better there first before I could come back here and not have this fake happiness. I can truly say, I’ve found the real happiness I’ve been searching for. This boy in the first picture, who happens to be my best friend and my boyfriend, is a huge contributor to this and helping me be happy with who I am and grow as a person. All the other pictures are of my friends and I— friends who I love with all my heart. A year ago, two years ago.. i never thought I would have this many people around me who love and support me. I felt I owed you all an explanation why I’ve been MIA but here ya go Tumblr fam💞💞💞💞

anonymous asked:

I honestly just realized a few hours ago that I have a crush on this girl (I am as straight as a squiggly circle) and like I'm so fucked? Because she has a boyfriend and shes very straight but like I'm so... im so gay for her and I just realized it? I can't stop smiling near her and giving myself away... what do I do????

id do my best to get over it. tough love, sis. nothing good ends up down a road where you’re crushing on a person who is a) taken b) doesn’t play for your team. it’ll only put yourself in a potentially mentally dangerous situation. i wouldn’t recommend it.

the heat of the moment (calfreezy)

Characters: Cal Airey X Reader

Summary: Y/N goes to a party at the Sidemen house, held by the four who live there, and she caught the attention of a certain lanky blonde boy.

Warnings: Swears, heated moments, no smut tho sorry :)

Originally posted by wroetoredman

“Oh hurry up, Y/N, you take so long, it’s only a little party!” my best friend, Sarah yelled for me to quicken my pace. Me, Sarah and Freya were going to a party at the Sidemen house to celebrate their win at the charity match. Sarah and myself were meeting Freya there so she could catch up with her boyfriend, Josh while Sarah was kind enough to ditch her boyfriend, Callum McGinley, and help me get ready.

I am YouTuber with just over 7 million subscribers and I am fortunate to know the Sidemen, Callux, Sarah and Freya. Sarah believes I would be perfect for Callum’s best friend and roommate, Cal, but I’ve never met him in the 3 years I’ve known the Sidemen or Callux. Even though I spend most the time at both the Sidemen house and the Cal’s house, I’ve never met him, which I find a shame because I’ve watched his videos and he seems like a nice man.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming!” I shouted back. I took on last glance in the mirror before I jogged down the stairs to see Sarah leaning against the stair ledge with an impatient expression plastered onto her face.

I was wearing a white skater skirt and a thin leather belt wrapped around the waist, with a burgundy cut-out crop top and to top of the look, latched around my wrists were gold bands and bracelets. 

(Third picture)

My best friend and I rushed out of the door and into her car and made our way to the party with her driving.

Once we got there, I wave of heat, sweat and the stench of alcohol hit me like a truck, but as a ‘celebrity’, I got used to it.

Sarah spotted Callux and grabbed my arm and dragged me with her. 

“Hey babe,” Sarah cooed and kissed Callum. I faked gagged and unintentionally grabbed Callum’s attention, “Y/N!!” He shouted and brought me into a bone crushing hug and ruffled my hair. Sarah swatted his hand away before he made my beautifully curled (Y/C/H) hair look like a bird’s nest.

“Cal, don’t you dare, that took me ½ an hour to perfect so if you do want to get laid tonight, I would stop right there,” Sarah warned.

Callum’s eyes widened and quickly removed his hand from my hair. “Sorry babe, only greeting my best friend,” he teased and grinned down at me.

“Fuck off, dickhead,” I pushed him away and into Sarah.

He was about to say something, but was cut off.

“Oi, Cal, have you seen Simon anywhere, I can’t find him anywhere, I got to give the captain congratulations on his hat-trick,” a lanky blonde boy shouted with a thick accent. Cal. I recognized him from his videos but he looked much more handsome in real life.

“Nah mate, but bad luck with the match, you did well though, congrats, you played really good,” Callux complimented Cal.

Cal grinned at his roommate, “Cheers, same to you, you played really well,” he laughed.

“Yeah Cal, well done, really,” Sarah gushed at Cal, telling him she was proud of his performance.

“Cheers Sarah, I-” Cal got cut off.

“Y/NNN!” A shriek erupted from behind me as two hands clamped around my shoulders and spun me round.

“Hey Frey,” I giggled and gave the bubbly girl in front of me a long hug as if I hadn’t seen her in forever when in reality it was only a few hours ago.

“You look sexy,” She smirked at me and glanced over my shoulder as her smirk grew across her lips, “Hey Cal, have you met Y/N yet?” Freya cheekily asked.

Sarah giggled and slapped a hand over her mouth to contain her laughs.

Cal’s eyes widened as he quickly looked me up and down, to be discrete but I noticed. He struggled to get his words out, but Callux slapped his back and a string of four flustered words blurted out of his plump lips.

“Jesus, you look hot,” he blurted. His icy blue eyes widen and his pupils dilated from the amount of alcohol he has gulped down throughout the night, “Uh, umm, I me-mean, shit..” he stuttered.

I giggled and placed my hand on his hand which was planted into his hair out of frustration and embarrassment. “Why, thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself, I’m Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” 

“Cal, the pleasures all mine,” he gushed as his eyes drifted up and down my body quickly yet again.

His confidence grew and grew as he and I drifted away from the group. He snaked his long arm around my waist and pulled me closer to his side, “Care for a dance?” He whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

Instead of answering, I grabbed his hand and smiled mischievously up at him and led him to the ‘dance floor’. 

‘I Wanna Sex You Up’ by Color Me Badd blasted from the speakers and Cal took this chance to pull me flush against his body as we danced and pushed against each other to the beat with his hands planted on my hips and mine around his neck.

I wanna love you down,
Ooo, I wanna sex you up..

Once the chorus blared around the room, Cal pressed his lips to my neck and his hand traveled around to the small of my back.

I rolled my head back to give him better access to my slim neck. His large hands glided even further down and gripped on my ass.

I quietly moaned and dropped my head on Cal’s shoulder.

“You like that, baby?” He rasped into my ear as his hips grounded into mine to the beat of the music.

I hummed and forced my (Y/E/C) eyes open and gazed into his blue ones. Once the song was about to end, I grabbed the back of the neck with both of my small hands and pulled his head to my level.

“How would you feel if I kissed you?” I asked in a hushed tone.

“How would you feel if we took this upstairs?” He replied.

I grinned, and smashed my lips onto his in a heated kiss. Our lips moved in sync as he hands traced shaped on the small of my back. One of his hands moved upon to guide my head to the side as he deepened the kiss.

His tongue swiped across my bottom lip asking for entrance, which I granted.

His tongue explored my mouth as his sot hands ran into my hair and bunched his fists into it.

My fingers laced in between the stands of golden locks attached to his hand in pure pleasure.

“I’m so glad I came tonight, captain,” I winked at Cal as he lead me upstairs for a fun night.


Isaac x Reader

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“Hey are you ok, you’ve been… weird with me lately.” Allison asked as she and Lydia caught up with you.

“Nope everything’s fine.” You snapped and slammed your locker shut, marching away from her as she called after you.

“Hey Babe, what’s wrong?” Isaac called and you turned on him, making him jump back a little when your eyes flashed dangerously.

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