i feel like shit today good

You know your obsessed with pll when 😂

At school today I’m just like to all my friends who watch pll “Hey did you see the last episode” to which they all replied “Yeah!” Me- did you like it? Friend- yeah, it was pretty good. Me- satisfying? Friend- what the fuck do you mean by that Me- did you feel like you got answers? Friend- uh sure? Me- like what Friend- Ezra was engaged to Nicole? Jenna’s back? Me- PFFFFTTTT Friend- woah calm down Rhiannon Me- ARE YOU KIDDING ME THE EPISODE WAS BULL SHIT. WE GOT A NEW PETTY SUB CHARACTER WHO IS RUINING EMISON, PAIGE CAN FUCK OFF, NICOLE IS DEAD TO ME, EMISON IS ENDGAME, NO SPOBY? Friend- what the fuck is an Emison and a spoby? Me- DO YOU EVEN PLL? Friend- yeah? I’ve watched every episode! Me- BITCH you don’t even know what the endgame ships are. Let alone good reveals. Leave now *well maby that’s an over reaction"

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Originally posted by prettylittleliarsxxxx

I can’t get over… how GOOD Tony looks… in Spider-Man: Homecoming… like… he looks so put together… he’s working with the government to create programs to clean up superheroes messes… he’s still saving the day as Iron Man… he’s mentoring the future New Avengers young superheroes… he looks Hella Beautiful in that black suit…

Tony is becoming Ultimate Avenger Leader Tony Stark…. like, full offense, he’s blossoming without Steve Rogers the other Avengers… he doesn’t need them to Get Shit Done… he doesn’t need them

I feel so happy and vindicated we have been blessed friends.

it’s so strange to be chronically ill and have really Not Good things happen to your body all the time and you’re just like “here we go again”

“mom, my pupils are different sizes again” “mom, my kidney hurts again” “mom, one of my toes turned white again” “mom, I’m having heart palpitations again” “mom, I’m having my fourth fever of the day” “mom, I feel dizzy and unmoored from reality again” 

like the first time it was a bit alarming, now it’s just a wheel spin of what fucky shit will it be today

Between Two Lungs by caramelle/caramelkru

Cassian doesn’t exactly mean to, but as he’s coming up from his bow, he sort of accidentally on purpose makes eye contact with the young Erso heiress.

Her glance merely passes over him, and her face remains perfectly and diplomatically blank.

And yet, somehow, he instantly feels like he’s already managed to offend her.

Amazing Regency/Pride & Prejudice AU one-shot! Read it on AO3.

Hickeys (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Hi! :) I absolutely adore your blog and I was wondering if you could do a Jughead x Reader oneshot where the the reader has a hickey and Veronica points it out so everyone is teasing her all day to find out who it’s from and they eventually realize it was Juggie? Thank you <3

A/N: Sorry if it’s not as good as you thought it would be! (It’s literally 3am here and I feel like banging my head against the wall. I literally haven’t slept in so long dear god.)

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Warnings: Swearing? Mentions of hickeys. Jug’s a little shit. 

Hickeys (Jughead x Reader)

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Shit. Juggie, Wake up!” You push yourself off your bed and glance at your sleeping boyfriend.

He just groans and rolls over.

“No. We have school today and you have to get up! We’re gonna be late.” You grab his arm and tug.

He tugs back, pulling you against his chest. “A few more minutes, (Y/n).” He leans down and kisses down your jaw.

You let out a whimper as he nibbles down your neck, leaving hickeys along the way.

“Fine.”

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Friends with Kids

I see your friends with benefits fics and raise you friends with kids.

A/N: So this started out as a list fic and then turned into 5,000 words.
 (Ao3)

For your consideration. Picture Holster as a coach for peewee hockey and there’s this little girl, let’s call her Piper, and she’s super cute and her parents are literally always late to pick her up from practice. Once Holster had to call them and remind them to come pick her up cause practice had ended an hour ago - and just, this girl is so awesome and loves hockey even though she kind of sucks at it and she carries this little Dora the Explorer backpack with her everywhere. 

So whenever she’s waiting for her parents to pick her up she’ll grab a book or toy or coloring book out of her back pack and at first she’d just play quietly while waiting, but then Holster tells the other coaches they can go on ahead (cause they’re always anxious to leave once practice is done since it’s unpaid volunteer work) and he starts talking to her. Eventually one day after practice she just sort of climbs up into Holster’s lap while they’re waiting in the lobby and gives him her book to read to her and his heart just? melts a little honestly

And he legit always comes home to Ransom - they’re roommates, again because Holster tried the whole nine to five thing three states away from Ransom and he would rather be barely making ends meet by working at the local hockey rink than making six figures if it means he gets to spend every day with his best friend - but that’s a whole other story. But anyway he is always talking about how smart Piper is and what funny thing she did that day. Ransom even feels like he kind of knows her because Holster talks about her so much. 

One day when they have a game on a day that Ransom has off from the hospital he surprises Holster by showing up. He talks to the other parents in the stands and quickly figures out which kid is Piper, because when they come out onto the ice Holster is practically carrying her and it takes almost a full three minutes of coaxing before she lets go of him and skates over to her spot on the ice. 

Ransom thinks that’s like the cutest thing ever. He asks the parents who are sitting near him whose kid she is and all the parents are saying she isn’t theirs and Ransom is confused before one of the moms sitting nearby asks who he’s talking about again. He points to number three on the ice and the mom tells him that Piper is in foster care and the parents – “are a steaming pile of shit.”

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Things I Noticed at the Cemetery Today
  • A sort of fluttery feeling in my stomach
  • Instant pressure around my temples and forehead
  • Sense of calm
  • A black butterfly
  • Pulls towards certain graves
  • A really strong ‘No’ from a cluster of graves when I was asking permission to collect graveyard dirt from their site. It wasn’t a “Go Away” sort of no, more like a “Not Now”. So I chose a different spot a few yards away, and I shit you not, less than 5 minutes later a car drives by and parks right in front of the site I was observing and stays there for a good 5 minutes.
  • Tons of yellow Black-Eyed Susan’s
  • This really pretty grave that looked like a tree
  • A really happy feeling when I invited the spirits to walk with me through the grounds.
  • Sense of surprise after leaving offerings at old and forgotten graves.
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J-Hope

“Oh? Whoa, aren’t I blessed?”


Jimin

“Are you wearing leggings? Cause I’m not sure if I feel ok about leggings…”


Jin

*Appreciates*


Jungkook

*HORMONES*


Rap Monster

“Ay, what that butt do– shit”
*Messes something up just like always*


Suga

“You look good today”
Y/N: “What? I’m cleaning wtf why now


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Teen Romance Flick 101

Word Count: 14K+
Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader
Summary: After failing your Algebra test you have to ask Peter Parker– one of the best students– to be your tutor. As you get to know each other better, feelings begin to develop between the two of you.
Warnings: None.
A/N: This is one of the most common tropes and let me tell ya: I haven’t got one single regret. I kept characters nameless and generic because I don’t want to mess up the characterization of the Homecoming characters– but I’ll probably update this fic when it comes out to make it fit better in that universe. [F/N] stands for Full Name in case you don’t realize it. 


You stare at the giant red F on your test and you feel your stomach clenching, because you studied so much for this test and it still wasn’t enough. The bell rings and your classmates stand up, rushing out of the room to get out as soon as possible– but you stay behind, putting everything on your backpack slower than usual. Once everyone is out you walk to your teacher and take a deep breath before coughing to get her attention.

“Ah, [Y/N]. I was thinking you were going to talk to me after class.” She says with a warm smile and that makes you feel worse– because she’s an incredible teacher and person and she tried so hard with you, but no matter how much effort comes from both of you the fact that you are a big class with many students is a guarantee that she just won’t be able to give you all the attention you need to fully understand what you have to do.

You smile back but it’s only half-hearted– and she sighs and joins her hands on top of her desk.

“You can take a make-up test in two weeks– and that’s the best I can do to help you work out a solution for your grade.” You feel your soul returning to your body and let out a sigh of relief, because not everything is lost.

“Thank you so much. I really tried but Algebra is just so hard for me–” You say apologetically and she lifts up a hand, shaking her head.

“I know you did. You’re a good student, [Y/N]. I know that. Which is why I have a suggestion for you– to help you understand Algebra better.”

“Yes! Anything, really.” You respond eagerly, nodding.

“A tutor. A student who has no problem with the subject and can explain things to you one on one– someone you can ask any questions you possibly have how many times you want.”

“I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of that. Well… I guess it’s because I only know two people who are good at Algebra, and they have way too much on their plates for me to ask them to tutor me on top of that. So, do you know about anyone I can ask?” You ask with a hopeful smile, while wracking your brain to try and remember which students in other classes are good at Algebra– but you’ve never cared enough to find out so you come up empty. Your teacher grins and nods.

“Peter Parker.”

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iguana’s 2017 4CC recap

That moment when you start talking about yourself in the third person’s point of view #iwentthere

Anyway the past weeks have been full of interesting, beautiful, controversial, what the fuck moments. To put it shortly, all those ingredients consisting the very essence of figure skating. Aren’t you glad you got yourself into this hell beautiful world of art and sport in which people are gracious and well mannered and they totally do not bitch and moan about scores, results, politicking and other nonsense. Right? 

So 4CC was supposed to be the ~test event~ for the Olympic Games and I’m not gonna lie, if the Olympics are going to be remotely similar to this event I’m just gonna give up on life, beliefs, values and I’ll admit everything I’ve believed in has been a beautiful lie. Injuries, PyeongChang jitters, meltdowns, you name it. I spent the ladies event wishing somebody would call the ambulances, doctors, psychologists, ANYTHING to put most of those girls out of their misery. That competition was so damn tough I felt like I hit my own butt against the ice every time I saw them bombing their programs, bombing their bodies, bombing each other, idek. During the men’s event I was screaming my face off when I saw Yuzuru landing a decent quad loop, only to press my face against the floor the moment he doubled and I mean DOUBLED the next quad. Bro. How do you. How do you rotate a quad loop and fart the salchow. How many times does it have to happen. On the other hand Wenjing Sui and Cong Han owned the party and I’ve had their SP on repeat for the last few days. DAMN. Technically perfect, face giving on point, hair flipping also on point, what else would anyone want? And then there was Tessa Virtue and her lolz partner Scott Moir effectively trolling the rest of the field. 

And now here are some of the things I’ve written down DURING the competitions because honestly, nothing can beat whatever shit your brain is spewing when you’re watching the thing versus when you reminisce about it.

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Violet

pls enjoy :)

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She always had her journal and a pen latched in her hand as she walked in. My eyes always amazed on how someone is always at her beck and call, I mean look at her. The way her hair curls down her back, her hips sway as she avoids bumping into people in the hall, everything about her was so pure. The mix of innocence and sweetness excited me, like she has never heard of a bad word or even said one. She walked to her normal spot in Pius, seat just right to get the amount of sun and warmth, and shadow needed. I liked her from the moment I laid eyes on her. Her skirt rose more just because the way her hips were, and I am not complaining. 

The pen tapped her glossed lips as she thought on her new entry. I could smell her sweet Daisy perfume from across the room. She smiled at me when she saw me, like she knows exactly at this time I’m here, waiting for her. “Hi Calum.” She greeted in her soft voice setting the pen in-between the pages of her journal. “Hey, Violet.” I smiled back. “Out of all people, I never would’ve expected you to be this, fascinated in someone.” She giggled as if it were the funniest thing in the world. “I just like that you have such a desire to write, it is quite fascinating,” I winked causing a deep red to spread across her cheeks. She waved for me to come sit by her, and so I did.

“Since you’re so fascinated that I write, take a look.” She turned a few pages back, letting me read on whatever her mind pondered on.

February 23

I notice all your features. I notice how blue your eyes are, and when they become darker as you become frustrated. how your smile is bright and teeth are white. i notice the way your hands grab the pen you hold when you write and how concentrated you look when doing it. i notice everything it;s scary, and i hope you notice me

your mind is a storm. sometimes it’s dark and scary, the other times its light and beautiful. i wanna know what goes on inside there, what’s its like to think. you have never imagined how one word can mess me up. no matter if it’s an “insult,” or compliment. everything you say comes and stays in my mind and i can’t get rid of it. it burns in my brain and makes my head hurt. i never understand what you say if it’s true or just a joke. i just hope it’s out of care.

i cried over you again today. i cried over how much you hurt me. i cried over how much i wanna yell and scream at you. i cried over how much i want you to love me. i cried how i want you to give me answers on us. and it sucks because you talk to all these other girls yet I’m the one who you hurt the most because whatever you say I’m processing in so many ways and then you say I’m joking, i wanna yell because thats not what you made me feel 2 minutes ago…

She must of noticed on how I got caught up in this because she covered the rest of it with her hands. “That’s enough for today.” She said, her voice was full of sadness. “Violet, I never knew how deep you were.” I exhaled. She half smiled, “It’s a blessing and a curse.” I stood up, grabbing her hand. “C’mon I wanna take you some where I think you’ll like.” I laced my hand with hers, surprised she didn’t let go, but rather caress her fingers in mine. I led her to a spot behind the park that had a bench looking onto a lake. “I come here when I feel sad.” I let go of her hand, going to sit on the bench. She quickly followed me, sitting down clutching her journal with her. “It’s beautiful Calum,” She smiled up at me. 

I wrapped my arm around her as she nuzzled into my chest. “You always seem to fascinate me Violet, rather it be writing or sitting in Pius working on homework.” I spoke her. “I don’t understand why Calum, I’m just an ordinary girl.” She giggled. “You don’t seem normal to me Violet,” I took her chin in-between my fingers. Her eyes glazed over mine, flickering to my lips back to my eyes, mine did the same. I found myself leaning in to kiss her plump lips, and she did the same. Our lips intertwined with each others, and I could taste the peach gloss she always sported. We pulled back after a moment, “Who hurt you?” I asked. She sighed, “It’s a long story, I’m not sure you’d want to hear it.”

I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, “I have all the time.” She perked up a bit, “Well, my dad abandoned me when I was maybe 10. He left me for weeks with barely anything to eat or drink, so I mostly wandered the streets. I never met my mother, my dad told me she wanted nothing to do with me since I was born, and then my dad and I never grew found of each other. So, I live with my Aunt. She took me in after she saw what my father has been doing to me. I’ve always been scared to be loved or love anyone. Once I got to high school, I met this guy, Josh. I thought he was the one, and I liked him for so long that he eventually gave in and we dated. Once we got to graduation of Senior year, he told me the whole thing was a dare and that he would never love someone like me because we were too “different” and that really broke me. And those writings you read, were about him. It still hurts Calum.” Tears filled up her vision, and she looked down too scared to face me.

I wiped away the tears on her cheek, tilting her head up a bit, “No one should ever feel hurt like that, do you hear me? Violet, I’m so sorry.” She smiled. “It’s ok Calum, I’ve heard the pity and I don’t need anymore of it. Thank you for bringing me here, I needed someone like you.” She looked up at me. “This is why you fascinate me, I never knew.” I kissed her forehead. “It’s really fine. If you really want, we can go back to my place.” She offered. “You think I’m gonna let some pretty girl like you walk alone, you’re not getting rid of me.” I told her letting her stand. “You’re such a dork,” She smiled.

~

After watching four movies with Violet, I’ve learned a lot about her. Her music ranges from Blackbear to One Direction, her favorite color is white, her favorite book is Milk and Honey, and countless details that I’ve come to love. “I can’t thank you enough for actually spending time with me Calum, it means a lot.” She looked up at me. “You know I would love to do anything that involves you.” I smiled. Her room was more girly than I expected it to be. The walls were white, decorated with pictures of her and her friends. Her bed was white, and the duvet was grey with blue pillow accents. She had a full length mirror that had motivational quotes along the edges, along with her makeup vanity that held everything a girl could ever want. There was a white fuzzy rug that coated the wood floors. “Again, you fascinate me.” I said, pulling her into me. “Again, I don’t see why.” She giggled.

“Violet! Ven por favor!” Someone called from downstairs. “Oh, that’s my Tia. I’ll be right back.” She broke herself from my embrace. “Hola, Tia. Que tal tu día?” I heard her ask. “Ay, good. Quien esta arriba?” “Calum,” She replied. “Quien?” “Un momento.” I heard Violet walk up the stairs. “My Tia wants to see you.” She smiled. “I never knew you were Spanish.” I said, following her down the stairs. “There’s still a lot you have to learn about me Calum.” She winked. “Tia, esta es Calum.” Violet introduced me. “Hola, Calum!” Her Aunt greeted. “You can call me, Sarah.” I casually waved. “Preguntarle si quiere quedarse para la cena.” I find this fascinating. “Do you wanna stay for dinner?” Violet asked. “Sí gracias.” I said. Violet laughed at my basic Spanish skills.

We headed back up to her room. Violet sat on her clear chair with a white pillow that was set at her vanity as I sat across from her. “I never knew you were Spanish.” I said, again. “Yeah, my mom is from Spain, and my dad is from Chile, so I have some Spanish decent in me. I grew up speaking it, and my Tia goes back and forth speaking it, you’ll notice it.” She said. “So is Violet your real name?” I asked. She shook her head no, “It’s Francesca, but I didn’t like the idea of being called Fran, and Violet is what my Tia called me from when I was little because she didn’t think I looked like a Francesca.” She said. “Fascinating, again.” I said. She threw a pillow at me, “get a new word!” “Violeta, Calum cena está lista!” Sarah called. “Let’s go eat!” Violet got up and headed to the kitchen.

~

“Thanks for everything today Calum, I had a good time.” Violet broke the silence. “I’m never leaving you, I hope you know that.” I told her. I could feel her heart race when I said those words. “Is everything going to go back to normal tomorrow? Me sitting in Pius for hours and you being adored by everyone?” She asked. I sat up pulling her in between my legs, “Are you kidding me? Violet, the moment I saw you, I liked you. And why you fascinate me is because you’re so strong, you know what shit to get done, you’re everything a girl wants, and so much more to me.” I said. She smiled with small tears falling onto her cheeks, “I’ve never been told anything like that before.” I kissed her, making her feel wanted. Her dainty hands wrapped around my neck as I pulled her into my lap. My hands rested on the skin under her sweater. I felt Violets hands grip the fabric of my tee-shirt, my arms reach over to pull her hands away. I shake my head before speaking up, “No, don’t. Tonight is all about you.”

“Just tell me to stop if you want,” I assure her. She smiled, taking her sweater and pulling it over her head. Her breasts spilled out in her white lace bra. “God you’re beautiful.” I told her. “Have you ever been touched here?” I asked her sliding my hand between her legs running my fingers over her cotton panties. The touch was bold but I could tell she liked it by the way her eyes glazed over. She shook her head no. “I never knew how to ask.” My eyes feel to her bare neck that I could easily cover in purple marks. “Well that’s a shame.” I moved my hand back feeling the heat and the little wet spot forming. “I bet you’re sweet.” I whispered looking back up at her. “I guess you’ll have to find out.” She winked. Fucking hell this girl.

I began rubbing circles on her clit, “God I can feel your pussy getting wet.” “Oh my God Calum don’t say that.” She gasped covering my mouth. “That word is degrading.” She whispered. “Well from what I feel down here, it seems as though you like when I say pussy.” I added pressure to my fingers. She moaned at the contact. “What are you doing to me?” She moaned. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.” I whispered. To me her body was like a goddess, her hips nice and curvy, her breasts perky and big, and her ass god I can’t get enough of her. I tapped my fingers on her juicy bottom lip, “Suck.” I ordered. Violet gladly took my fingers in her mouth, coating them. She slid her panties down her legs, her wetness glistened. My finger curled inside her. “Do you think I can add another finger?” I cooed taking her bottom lip between my teeth. “Please.” She whispered before pressing her mouth to mine almost immediately running her tongue along my bottom lips to ask for entrance. She moaned hotly in my mouth when I pushed a second finger inside her. It was a tight fit, but I made it work. “That feels so good.” She moaned with a shaky breath before I sucked on her bottom lip. I quickly discovered my obsession with her mouth. It was just so tasty and pretty to look at.

“Calum, what are you doing to me?” She moaned. “You’re just about to orgasm babe.” I told her, sucking purple and black marks on her neck. “Oh my god, it feels so good.” Her sweet moans filled my ears. “C’mon girl, you can do it. Cum all over my fingers.” I said. Her body shook as her orgasm took over her beautiful body. Violet’s breath was heavy as she pulled up my shirt. “I’ve always found your tattoos attractive.” She said, tracing the inked skin. Her nails raked down my arms making me groan. She began undoing my belt buckle and unzipping my pants. “You’re gonna have to help me because I’ve never had a cock in my mouth before.” I moaned at the way the words came out of her mouth. She dropped to her knees, “It’s so hard.” She whispered struggling to get the zipper down. After she finally got it down, her warm hand dipped into my boxers firmly gripping my cock. Pre-cum was smeared all over the head. Without me saying a single word she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock licking it off.

“Fuck.” I swore throwing my head back. Her tongue ran down my length taking as much of it as she could. “Teach me.” She said, running her lips to the head of my cock. “You’re doing pretty good without me.” I said. She smirked a little to herself, taking my cock in her mouth again. Her hand came up and began stroking immediately. “Look at me.” I instructed. Her eyes looked up at me. She sucked hard starting to bob her head up and down starting to get the gist of giving head. She hummed around me keeping her tongue on the under side. She continued to suck on the tip and stroke the rest. “Shit Violet.” My hands ran through her hair, guiding her up and down my cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum Violet.” I moaned. Her actions sped up, her hands working with what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. “Such a good girl.” I said. I grab her chin, making her face my eyes.

Her eyes were locked on mine and I pulled her on the bed. “Now what can I do?” She asked, almost oblivious to what just happened. “You know what else you can do? You can come up here and let me feel that beautiful pussy around my cock.” I said, my voice filled with lust. “Good, ‘cause I want you like crazy.” She smiled before kissing me. Violet laid back on her bed, ready. I towered over her, drinking in her body. “You ready baby?” I said, positioning myself in front of her entrance. “Always.” She said. Her hips grinded with mine. “God, Calum.” She moaned. One of her hands held onto the head board as the other held onto my bicep. “Fuck Violet, you feel amazing.” I said picking up my speed. “Shit, whatever you keep hitting, feels really good.” Her mind was going into a frenzy. Her moans sounded like music to my ears. None of her quiet self, it was much more vocal. “Calum, I’m gonna cum.” She moaned, her back arching slightly as I continued to hit her g-spot. Her nails raked down my back, filling up with euphoria.

“Come on pretty girl, cum for me again. Cum all around my cock,” My words edged her on. “Oh my god, oh my god!” She yelped. “Atta girl.” I moaned, feeling her walls clench around me. The pleasure was too raw. “Fuck,” I moaned pulling out of her. “I didn’t expect that.” She giggled. My hands massaged her breasts, her humming. 

“You’re gonna be my favorite prized possession.”

Mark x Chubby!Reader

Originally posted by nakamotens

  • okay so to begin,,,, this is just my opinion buuuuuuut
  • i 100% see mark with a chubby gf/bf,,, like i feel like that’s what he’d go for? yknow?
  • n e wayzzzz
  • when he first saw you his eyes probably got all big and he did a double take bc
  • dayyyyyyyyyyyyyyum you look so good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • like you filled out your jeans SO WELL and your legs looked so NICE and he was just
  • hearteyes!mark
  • probs started blushing bc hes a baby
  • ok so skip the whole meeting and shizz thing but,,,,,
  • when you guys began dating
  • he was 2 shy 2 be like
  • “hey my wonderful s/o you look amazing”
  • so he’d kinda just scratch his neck, lookd own @ his sneakers and go 
  • “you look ok today”
  • youd probs laugh and be like “HAHAHHAHAHA tHANKS” 
  • but as you get more comfortable and start showing eachother your feelings and insecurities he sees how you dont feel so gr8 about your body sometimes
  • so everytime you guys hug or cuddle or smthn he’ll try to make small comments that hopefully raise your self esteem like
  • “that shirts fits you really well!”
  • “you fill those jeans out well!”
  • “you look amazing y/n”
  • “wow ive been blessed by your looks today!”
  • but if they dont work for some reason, he will get more serious
  • and he’ll probably make those cuddle sessions turn into some dr. phil kinda shit like
  • “babe…. you know i love you. and with loving you that means i also love your body, mind, and soul. and even if you dont think so,,,, i believe all of those things are beautiful”
  • he wants you to be comfortable around him
  • bc if he knows you hate your body
  • he will probably feel insecure as well
  • insecure that he’s not being good enough to you
  • and that he’s not trying his best
  • overall he will make sure you are happy and continuing to stay healthy and probs even chubbier bc he loves you and your body!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • as a chubby mark enthusiast, i cried making this bc i w a n t
Fic: Over My Dead Body

I have no idea what this is or why this happened… but here. Have a High School!Olicity with a little bit of Tommy Merlyn thrown in. 

Prompt: You look like shit. 


“You look like shit.”

“Shut up, Tommy,” Felicity says, holding onto her stomach as she tries not to throw up.

She’d told Mr. Walsh that she didn’t feel good today and he’d still made her run the mile. She should sue the school for negligence.

Better yet, she should vomit all over his precious Reeboks.

How is it that tuition here is thousands of dollars a year and they can’t afford competent teachers? Felicity would have been better off turning down her scholarship and attending public school.

“Are you going to barf? Because I have to tell you, Smoak. I’m a sympathy puker. If you throw up, I will, too,” Tommy says, earning him a glare.

A wave of pain hits her and she doubles over, crying out.

“Mr. Walsh, I don’t think Felicity is doing too good,” Tommy calls out, putting a comforting hand on her back.

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Keep on Living (chapter 2) Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 

Summary: You work at the Richard Rogers theater as the assistant to the musical director as Hamilton hits Broadway. It’s while working there you develop a friendship/crush on Lin who is your nerdy workaholic nerd in arms. Meanwhile you hide the other secret part of your life from Lin and your friends,keeping secret your abusive partner until you can’t hide it anymore.

After turning up to the theater with a black eye and bruised wrists you tell Pippa that you’ve been mugged, but you get the feeling that Lin seems to know what really happened. Lin gets over-protective and you end up feeling really confused. Expect a lot of angst.

(I’m an abuse survivor myself. Not all abuse is the same, and so this fic is not meant to be a universal experience

To anyone that may be experiencing abuse then my inbox is always open and I will always believe you. Tell a friend or a relative if you are able to. And there are many support lines depending on your town/state/country, talking to someone helps. Stay safe)

Warnings - I’m adding a trigger warning for some mentions of emotional and physical abuse.

Word count - LONG AF

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The worst hangover of your life had been the morning after opening night on Broadway four months ago. You’d woken up in a crumpled heap on Alex’s couch, a snoring Chris lay on the floor spooning a passed out Lin. The celebratory cocktails, the champagne toasts, the afterhours shots, the 4am whisky nightcaps were all to blame. You had felt worse than you knew possible, your brain and body had never felt so utterly destroyed, everything hurt. You remember focusing your blurry eyes and seeing a sleepy-definitely-still-drunk Lin waking up next to Chris and giving you a sleepy smile whispering ‘we did it!’ before passing out again. That felt like a lifetime ago now.

This morning was now the worst hangover of your life.Your body ached, your head was pounding, and your eyes were sore. But you weren’t hungover, there was no alcohol to blame, you were just… tired. Tired of coping. Constantly bracing for impact is exhausting.

Your phone beeped and you reached over to your nightstand fearful it would be an angry message from Mark, but you saw it was from Lin

Lin: Hey Y/N, you ok?

Oh god, Lin. You’d been so off with him yesterday, hiding behind dark glasses so he wouldn’t see your bruised eye, scared of what he might have pieced together. But he knew something was wrong, the way he’d looked at you, and he’d definitely seen your bruised wrist. Or had he? And had Pippa or Chris told him about your black eye? It was so tiring trying to work out which version of the lie people knew.

But Lin had definitely seen Mark. You replayed the memory of Lin reaching out to shake hands with Mark which felt like an act of confrontation. There was no warmth in his voice when he said hello, the smile on his face was polite but wrong somehow. You’d never seen Lin look like this, almost ready to pounce. Were you just being paranoid?

You had pulled Mark away before either of them had time to speak.You’d smiled to reassure Lin and Mark and even yourself that everything was just fine, before leading Mark away. You could feel Lin’s eyes following you as you went. You could still feel them now, that look of anger, or was it disappointment? You never wanted Lin to look at you like that again.

Mark had stayed silent on the subway home, finally exploding when you reached your apartment. At first he demanded to know why you were talking to Lin. Were you sleeping with him?  You were probably sleeping with him, him and everyone else in your damned precious show. Were you just a whore who slept with any guy that happened to give you a bit of attention? Were you and Lin both laughing at him? He screamed at you, calling you a bitch, a slut, a whore. And then he changed tact: no you weren’t a slut, you were pathetic. There you were throwing yourself at other men but who would want someone like you? You were beyond ugly, you were nothing, you were messed up, look at you, the way you dress, your body, your face, you were ugly.  Nobody wanted you, Lin wouldn’t want you, you were lucky that you had someone like Mark, lucky that he gave you any attention because nobody else would want someone as pathetic and disgusting as you.

He didn’t hit you this time, he didn’t raise his hand, didn’t grab you, he didn’t touch you once. But you felt the violence in his words. Your whole body felt like a punching bag as he screamed insults at you until finally at 1am, the monster was gone, and there he was again crying and begging for your forgiveness. He wasn’t a monster, you just made him so crazy, you made him act this way, he wished you wouldn’t make him feel so jealous, you know what it does to him.

Your phone beeped again bringing you back to the present. Another message from Lin:

Lin: Hey, you up?

You stared at the screen not ready to face the day, let alone Lin. But your phone continued to buzz in your hand as message after message was sent from an over excitable Lin:

Lin: You better be awake!

Lin:  Because I’m one block away and I have coffee

Lin: I bet you’ve forgotten haven’t you?

Lin: Sure, invite me over to pick my genius brain and then forget all about me, fine!

Lin: I didn’t know if you wanted cinnamon or poppyseed bagels, so I have both.

Lin: Also I hope you’re ok, and feel free cancel on me if you aren’t up to this today.

Lin: I’m outside your building.

Shit! You’d mentioned to him earlier that week that you were working on some of your own demos. After he’d harassed you all week you’d finally played him some of your crappy recordings through your phone during intermission one night, the drums sounding weak and distorted through your cheap ass phone, but it was enough. Lin’s eyes had grown wide with excitement and he’d crossed his arms, nodded his head, biting his lip as he grinned. “Holy shit Y/N, that’s amazing! Why have you stopped there, keep going, give me more.”

“Um that’s all there is actually. My laptop is busted, I don’t think I can do anymore recordings until I can afford to get it fixed.”

Lin unfolded his arms which were now wildly gesturing in excitement.

“Well you can borrow mine! And look, I can even come over and give you a hand. Come on, I’m dying to hear the rest of these tracks that you’ve been hiding away. I can help!”

You hadn’t invited him over so much as he’d invited himself. And here he was armed with coffee and bagels and far too much enthusiasm just outside your building while you lay in bed, bruised, tired, and unable to make sense of anything. You know there would no deterring him now and you couldn’t shake the look he’d given you last night as you’d left with Mark. You needed things to be ok again, you needed some normal, and as scary as it was to face him you didn’t exactly have a choice. You messaged back ”Give me 5 minutes” and frantically jumped out of bed.

5 minutes turned into 15 minutes as you quickly got showered and dressed. You sat down to put on makeup to cover up the bruising on your face, but your cheek felt too tender to even touch. Panic set in as you realised you’d have to face him like this. You couldn’t hide behind sunglasses again. You breathed out slowly and forced yourself to smile in front of the mirror You couldn’t hide behind makeup, but you could hide behind another lie for today.

“Oh my god”

Lin’s face dropped when you opened the door..

“Yeah, hi!” you chirped far too brightly. Lin’s eyes never left your face as he walked through the door, balancing coffee, a bag of bagels, his laptop and backpack. You could feel him staring at your black eye and your skin prickled with unease.

“I’m sorry I just…” It wasn’t like Lin to be lost for words. “Oh god, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise it was this bad.”

He set down the coffee and bagels on the kitchen table,

“So Pippa told you?” You said, gesturing to your eye.

“Chris told me. Pippa knows as well?

“About the mugging? Yeah she knows, shall I get us some plates?” You breezed past him setting bagels onto plates and giving the performance of your damned life in the role of someone who has their shit together.

“Mugging??” Lin shook his head in confusion

“Yeah, well, attempted mugging. I’m ok, they didn’t get anything, but yeah, this is my reward” You grimmaced, pointing at your face.

“Mugging? But I thought… I thought…”

“What?”

You placed plates and bagels in front of him sipping the coffee he’d brought you.

He stared at you as if trying to read you. It made you uncomfortable, like if he looked too close you’d crumble. So you averted his gaze.

“I just thought… Nothing. It’s nothing. I guess I was just worried about you. I heard you were hurt but I didn’t know you’d been….mugged. Are you really ok?”

“I’m fine” you nodded, a little bit too eager. “Look I wasn’t ok. I was a mess yesterday, I’m sorry I couldn’t really talk, I just couldn’t make sense of anything yesterday, and then Mark…” You swallowed, realising you were almost letting your guard down. “ Anyway, I’m ok, really, I don’t want you to worry. Nd I really don’t want to talk about it.”

There was an awkward pause as you finally met his gaze. Did he believe you?. His eyes had softened, he looked like he wanted to say something, he opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again and shook his head as though he’d thought better of it.

“I’m here if you need me…  for anything.” He said softly, his eyes never leaving yours, the concern on his face making you feel like the biggest pile of garbage Mark had always said you were.

You took a deep breath

“Well… funny you should say that, because today I need your expert opinions on how to get my piece of shit drum machine to sound any good”

Lin broke out into a small resigned grin and after a moment clasped his hands and rubbed and them together.

“Alright alright then, show me what we’re working with here.”

For the rest of the morning you felt more like yourself than you had in weeks. Being with Lin was easy.  His enthusiasm for everything was infectious, and you both talked a mile a minute, singing over each other, mocking each other’s terrible ideas.

“ For the last time, I am not rhyming ‘withering’ with ‘Slytherin’!”

“You can’t waste an opportunity like that!” he yelled, grabbing the sampler from your hands and freestyling Harry Potter rhymes over the instrumental you had lovingly crafted while you rolled your eyes.

“Seriously, who the hell gave you a Tony?” you laughed.

When he wasn’t wrecking your demos he was genuinely helping you out, not only did you need his musical advice, you had needed a distraction that morning. You caught yourself stealing glances as he pushed back the hair hanging in his eyes while he bopped his head in time with the bass. His eyes closed occasionally and he grinned in awe when he found a hook or a beat or a lyric that really got to him. He’d catch you looking and you felt yourself blush and you felt stupid, remembering the your embarrassing crush from just a few months ago, before Mark. Occasionally you caught him looking at you too,but he looked at you with worry in his eyes which he blinked away when he saw you noticing him. Like he wanted to say something. Like he knew the truth, like he just fucking *knew*.

Lin pressed his hands to his chest, clutching his heart and exclaimed “Y/N you are killing me, this is so good!”. You blushed uncomfortably.

“Thanks, it’s getting there. It would sound awful if I hadn’t had you helping me structure this properly. I would have just messed it up.”

Lin shook his head earnestly. “Don’t say that, don’t ever say that.”

You’d always wanted to be able to share this stuff with Mark with you both being musicians, but Mark hated the music you played, he laughed at your demos, told you that they were no good, and made you feel stupid for trying. You’d lost all confidence in yourself, so to have Lin bouncing in the seat next to you over a song you’d written and made yourself was unfamiliar.

Your phone buzzed with a message from Mark.

Mark: Audition was a bust, I didn’t get it. Why does everything I touch turn to shit?

The smile on your face froze, and you frantically started texting back a reassuring reply.

“Everything ok?” Lin asked

“Yeah, it’s uh, it’s just Mark. He didn’t get the audition he went out for this morning. I just want to make sure he’s ok.”

Lin didn’t say anything but you could see him studying you from the corner of your eye.

You knew that another failed audition meant that Mark would be in a terrible mood. You’d managed to put him out of your mind all morning but suddenly you felt dizzy and sick, you felt heavy again, you felt scared. Please don’t let him come home in a bad mood tonight, you thought to yourself. You were scared of what it might lead to.

“Y/N what’s wrong?”

You hadn’t realised how much your face gave you away sometimes.

“Nothing, it’s fine, it’s fine. Just hoping Mark is ok that’s all.”

You also didn’t realise you were anxiously rubbing your bruised wrist which now felt so stiff and sore. You hadn’t realised until Lin silently reached over and gently ran his hands down your arm, drawing your wrist towards him. He placed your hand face up in his palm and examined your wrist. The faint marks from yesterday had now turned various shades of blue and purple. He stared intently, as his fingers lightly traced over the bruising, his touch was so gentle and delicate, making you tingle and shiver. His fingers lightly darted across your skin feeling electric and your breath caught in your throat.  You watched him as he found the part of your wrist which felt stiff and swollen, and he rubbed his finger and thumb in small gentle circles, soothing the muscle and releasing the pressure. He was careful not to grip too tightly, his fingers felt soft and light against your skin, giving you goosebumps. You weren’t used to someone touching you so gently, and you closed your eyes for a second, feeling calm and still.

You opened your eyes to see Lin staring at you and you swallowed, unable to speak. You knew that if you tried to talk you’d tell him everything, you’d tell him how scared you were, tell him how much pain you were in, tell him you were frightened it would happened again, tell him that you needed help. But you didn’t know how to even form the words. He leaned forwards, his hair brushing against your arm, biting his bottom lip as though he was about to speak, and his eyes never moving from yours.

Your phone buzzed again snapping you both out of the moment, and you snatched your hand away while Lin cleared his throat and jumped up nervously. It wasn’t from Mark.

“It’s Pippa” you said. “She wants to meet me at the theater this afternoon. She says, bring sweatpants and rage and to get there early. You have any idea what that’s about?”

“Not a clue I’m afraid” He laughed nervously, while quickly gathering his things and packing up his laptop with speed. Your skin still tingled from his touch but there was an awkwardness in the air now. Lin fidgeted pushing his hair back into a messy bun while quickly mumbling his goodbyes and making his way to the door. He seemed in such a hurry to leave and in a blur he was gone.

You shook your head, nothing seemed to make sense anymore.

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“Don’t be mad” Pippa said through her nervous smile as you walked into the theater,

“What did you do?” You asked nervously. You dumped your gym bag on the floor containing the sweatpants Pippa had requested. You’d hoped the rage was optional.

“Well I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened to you” she frowned, staring at your bruised face. “And I worry about you, and I worry about all of us. And well, nobody should ever feel afraid or unsafe or go through what you went through. So I spoke to some of the girls and we decided to host a self defence workshop this afternoon. Please don’t be mad.”

Pippa bit her lip nervously. You couldn’t be mad with someone as thoughtful.

“I don’t know what to say” you mumbled.

“Look I know you asked me not to tell anyone, but Chris saw your black eye yesterday and I think he even mentioned it to Lin, and before you know it everyone was asking me what had happened. And I just thought, it could have been any of us who were mugged. And I just wanted to help.”

Your face felt hot with shame as you realised the lie you told had backfired.

“There’s no harm in being prepared” she continued “Are you ok with this?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded.

Pippa ushered you down the corridor to the empty stage where Renee, Jasmine, and some other girls from the chorus, wardrobe, and backstage crew were assembled and warming up. You were immediately pulled into a giant hug with Renee , and you felt embarrassed as everyone smiled and nodded at you, each of them of them taking note of your bruised face, and some coming up to you to share their own horror stories of being mugged in NYC. Jasmine introduce you to Nathan, a self defence instructor who was an old friend of hers. And for the rest of the afternoon you learned to punch, kick, how to get out of chokeholds, and you learned all the effective places to strike in an attack. “Eyes! Nose! Throat! Groin!” Nathan shouted at the room, and you all shouted back in unison. You looked around at all the incredible strong determined women. They were all so brave and inspiring, and you felt like a fraud next to them. You looked over at a Pippa who had a now defeated Nathan on the floor, her knee resting on his back while she pinned his arms behind him. She looked over at you grinning in victory and you felt a pang of shame. She’d organised this for you. All these inspiring women, all your friends, learning to be tougher, learning to fight, and here you were unable to fight back, unable to even find the words to tell someone what Mark was doing to you. You wished you were strong.

“Holy shit” You turned to see a stunned Chris looking in from the wings. He clapped his hands while laughing in admiration at the sight now in front of him. He raised his eyebrows as Renee now had Nathan in a headlock, while Jasmine cheered her on.

“Hey!” he called over to you “I’m impressed, this is amazing.”

“It’s all Pippa.” You laughed

“No really, I’m impressed, I didn’t expect to see you in today. Are you ok? How are you doing?”

You smiled and gave a reassuring nod, not quite the stunning performance you’d given Lin earlier, but you hoped it would be enough to stop people from worrying about you.

“When I saw your black eye yesterday, man, I didn’t know what had happened. Has Lin spoken to you yet?”

“Oh yeah, I saw him earlier.”

“I mean I was worried about you, Pippa was worried about you, we all were, but damn I’ve never seen anyone look as angry as Lin did yesterday. That man was ready to kill for you.”

You swallowed, feeling uncomfortable.

“Hey Chris, you wanna come over here a sec?” Jasmine called while sitting on Nathan’s back as he lay helpless on the floor.

Chris laughed, putting his hands up “Nah, I’m good. I know better than to mess with you, Jas.”

Chris’ words rang in your head all night. Throughout the show you tried to kept your focus, but you couldn’t help thinking about Lin. You were secretly sad to see Javier that night instead of him. The way he’d left that afternoon had felt so rushed. You felt like if you’d just seen him again tonight you would have crumbled and told him everything. You’d already come so close. You’d wanted to tell him, his face had been so close to yours it had made you feel nervous and also excited, and you just really couldn’t remember the last time someone had been so gentle with you.

After the performance your thoughts turned back to Mark and as the dressing rooms and backstage areas started to empty you found yourself taking longer than needed to pack away, finding little jobs to do to busy yourself with, putting off the inevitable of going home to face whatever awaited you.  

“Y/N, lets go!”

You looked round to see Jasmine, Pippa, and Renee holding the door open for you. They had changed out of costume and were fastening coats and getting ready to leave. “You’re coming with us!” yelled Pippa, waving you over.

You gestured to the pile of folders in your hands “ I gotta get these amended charts ready for Alex” You explained feebly, hoping to avoid a girls night out.

“Nuh-uh, you’re coming out with us. Alex knows. Come on, we’re all fired up from dominating men today, we deserve to celebrate, and you deserve some girl time. Come on!”

You hesitated. Mark would be waiting for you at home, but you were so scared of what he might do, you weren’t ready to go back there yet.

Jasmine sighed and marched over to you, linking her arm with yours and dropping the files you were carrying on a nearby table. “This can wait, now come on!”

“Eyes! Nose! Throat! Groin” Jasmine yelled before clinking her glass with everyone and cheering. As toasts go, it felt appropriate.

“I feel invincible right now!” giggled Jasmine.

“Really, because I feel DRUNK right now” slurred Renee. They had dragged you to a bar just round the corner from the theater, and you’d promised you’d stay for one drink. But that was a few drinks ago now, and Pippa placed a shot of tequila in front of you, which you sniffed at and stuck your tongue out. It was waaaaay past your bedtime but you didn’t care.

“Wait, wait, wait, we should do a thing! Quick, pass me my thingy!” squealed Jasmine

“Girl, what are you talking about?” laughed Renee

“My phone, pass me my phone, I wanna film this!”

Pippa laughed and helped Jasmine in the very difficult task of retrieving her phone which was right in front of her and you smiled to yourself. It had been a confusing 24 hours but you felt so lucky to have amazing friends like these. Friends that teach you how to throw a punch then get you blind drunk to celebrate were friends worth having.

“Ok ok, so I’m out with my girls tonight everyone say helloooooo” Jasmine said into her phone screen, moving the phone around the table to film you all as you waved and hollered.

“Give it up for the Schuyler Sisters!” whooped Renee and you gave a cheer as the three girls bust into a quick rendition of “Angelica… Eliza… and Peggy!”

“And here’s our honorary Schuyler Sister, give it up for Hamilton’s assistant to the musical director: Y/N!”

You shook your head and waved your hands in front of your face feeling drunk and and giggly while Renee and Pippa whooped.

Jasmine snatched the camera and spoke directly into it

“We love our honorary Schuyler Sister and this is a message to anyone who feels like they can mess with her or any other woman out there. You’ve got us to deal with. You think it’s ok to attack women, it’s not ok. So if you fuck with her, you fuck with us. Jasmine out!”

Renee whooped and both you and Jasmine downed your shots in celebration.

“Woah, now you’re sounding like Lin!” Pippa laughed

“What do you mean?” You asked, squinting at Pippa through your now empty shot glass.

“I mean he was pissed when he found out about your black eye. He was ready to fight someone, demanding to know who’d done this to you, ranting at Chris about men who hit women. Did he not speak to you about it?”

“He came round to see me today actually. Wanted to make sure I was ok. He was cute. I mean *IT* was cute! I mean not him specifically!  I just mean it was nice that he cared. God I’m drunk!” You slurred.

“Nuh-uh, you meant *he* was cute” cooed Pippa.

Pippa was the only one who’d ever guessed that you’d had a crush on Lin. This was before you met Mark, before any of this.

“No! Well, yes he’s cute, but you know what I mean. I just meant it’s nice that he cares. Oh god I need to shut up!” You groaned and rested your head in your hands, tequila made you feel sick and when did the bar start spinning?

“Oh god someone take my phone away from me!” yelled Jasmine. “I don’t know how to stop recording on this thing.”

“You’re still filming?” laughed Renee

“I don’t know! Technology is hard” Jasmine giggled. You watched as Renee grabbed Jasmine’s phone, shaking her head and laughing “Wait, why are you uploading this to twitter?”

“Because I’ve recorded a message for the men of the world and I want everyone to see!” Jasmine exclaimed. “Also that was an accident, I didn’t know I’d done that.”

“Well Lin has already liked it.” Pippa rolled her eyes. “Does that man ever get off the internet?”

Your stomach dropped and you groaned as you watched the video playback through Jasmine’s phone, hearing yourself referring to Lin as cute made you cringe.

“Um I think we should probably delete that” suggested Pippa after seeing your grimace. She quickly took Jasmine’s phone to erase your embarrassment.

“I need to go” you moaned, your head spinning and the 24 hours worth of anxiety mixing with tequila was making you queasy. You grabbed your phone as you stood up and saw a message. It was from Mark, the color suddenly draining from your face.

Mark: Get home. Now.

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Part 3 coming soon, is here! I might have to write some smut to counteract all the angst tho.

Been a while since I did a voice comparison and since I’m feeling pretty down today it seems like a good time for another!

[pre-t >> 14 months on t]

[4/25/2017]

Reunited

Warning: Smut

Being in a long distance relationship sucked, Joe decided.

He and Y/N had been doing long distance for the past six months, and it had been going well, but there were some days that were harder than others. Today was one of those days.
Mostly because she had been teasing him all day long, sending him pictures of different lingerie sets she was trying on, asking which one he liked best.

It was bad enough when she sent pictures to him while they were apart, but she knew that they were seeing each other tonight, for the first time in nearly a month, so it was worse, because Joe was getting a taste of what he would get later.

But he couldn’t do anything about it right now, even though he really wanted to do something about what those pictures were making him feel, because all the boys were round at his place.


“Will you stop texting your girlfriend and pay attention?” Jack threw a pillow over at Joe, who quickly locked his phone, the newest picture Y/N had just sent disappearing, before he looked up at the boys.

“Sorry,” He shrugged, “Just excited.”

“Oh right, she comes back tonight, doesn’t she?” Oli asked.

“Finally, yeah.” Joe nodded, a smile on his face.

“I didn’t know Y/N was coming back tonight!” Caspar said excitedly, “We have to all go out for dinner then! I want to see her!”

There was a loud chorus of agreement, the boys having all missed their female friend, and before Joe could get in a word of protest, it had been decided.

They were all going out as a group.

Internally, Joe groaned. Because that would mean longer before he would be able to get his hands on his girlfriend.

Externally, he smiled, telling his friends that he was sure she’d be excited to see all of them as well.

It was going to be a long night, on top of an already long day.


He knew the moment she stepped foot into the restaurant, even though he hadn’t seen her yet.

He just knew she was there, and Joe turned around in his seat, a smile growing on his lips as his eyes fell on Y/N, still searching the tables for them. As he stood, her eyes met his, and her entire face lit up.

“Hello, love.” Joe greeted her, pulling her into a hug as soon as she was close enough, her arms familiar around him.

“I missed you.” She mumbled against his neck.

“I missed you more.”

“We missed you too!” Caspar announced, forcing the couple apart as the boys stood to greet her as well.

Reluctantly, Joe stepped back, allowing them to get their hello’s and hugs in, although his eyes remained on her the entire time, eyes moving along the familiar curves, being displayed wonderfully by a tight dress. And he knew what was hidden underneath, because of the newest pictures she had sent earlier in the day.

He was ready for dinner to be done already.

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