i just really like him all bloodied up

3

He felt like shit, his head pounding and his mouth dry as sandpaper. Slamming his hand down on his phone trying to silence the blaring of his alarm.

He got drunk last night, full on cry yourself to sleep and sleep on the toilet drunk, Jughead had never touched a drink before in his life but last night? He needed it.

“Good morning sunshine.” The familiar voice of his father brought him back to reality and he opened his eyes to see the man leaning in the tiny doorway of the trailer a sad smile on his face.
“Dad.” Jughead grunted out.

F.P settled down beside his son on the couch, pushing his feet to the ground and handing him a water bottle. “Care to tell me why you went through my hidden stash last night and puked all over my floor?”

Jughead groaned putting his hands to his temples “I just needed it, I’ll pay you back and I’ll clean up the mess.”

F.P shook his head “that’s not what I’m worried about kid, I’m more concerned with how you’ve never even tasted beer before and last night you drank an entire bottle of vodka, is it school problems?… girl problems?” F.P noticed the way Jughead winced at the mention of girl problems and nodded knowingly “Betty? The sweet blonde you brought over her last month? Your girlfriend right?”

Jughead shook his head, the familiar ache in his chest throbbing “not anymore, not ever again probably.”

“What happened? You two broke up?”

Jughead looked away staring at a spot on the far right wall “no. I broke up with her, she wanted nothing to do with it but I obviously won that fight.” He laughed bitterly before continuing, it felt better to just spit it all out “I thought she had feelings for Trev Brown, I see the way he looks at her ya know? Like he just wants to take her away from me, I pretty much told her that Trev can have her. He can make her happy, make her family happy. They can be the perfect high school sweethearts she was destined to be. She screamed at me, called me an idiot and then she….” he took a shaky breathe and looked directly at his father

F.P raised his brow and dropped a hand to his knee, knowing exactly what his son was going to say

“She said she loved me dad. Me. Not Trev, not Archie. Me. You’ll never guess what I did. Well I mean I’m sure you can, it’s what I always do. I ran away.”

F.P nodded sympathetically, he knew the effect his wife leaving had on Jughead, he had turned into some kind of woman hater but Betty Cooper seemed to break through all that and he saw his son genuinely happy for the first time in ages, he wasn’t about to let his boy lose that. He had an idea.

“It’ll work out son. I promise you.”

Jughead just nodded ,heading into the only bedroom in the trailer “I’m gonna go back to bed, sleep this off. Thanks dad”

As soon as the door shut, F.P had the phone in his hand, dialing the familiar number of one of his childhood best friends.

“Alice Cooper speaking, how may I help you?”

The prim and proper voice came through the line. F.P snorted, if only the town knew what a wild child she was when she was a kid.

“I swear to god Ally, you have the personality of a wet board.”

He heard the exhale of relief and she answered much more relaxed this time

“Save it Forsythe, how’s Jughead holding up? You know i love that boy but the way Betty was crying in her room last night made me want to throttle him.”

F.P laughed “A boy of my own heart, remember when Danny Clayton broke up with you, and Hal and I almost drove to his house to beat him up, you wouldn’t stop crying.”

Alice laughed through the speaker
“It was hard being fifteen. So anyway what’s the plan?”

F.P smirked into the phone
“Well it just so happens that my bike isn’t running properly and I may have to call a mechanic, I heard that Betty sometimes works in Hal’s mechanic shop, he tells me he’s very proud of what a little grease monkey she is. Well I’d like to request her to come and fix old rusty, you can tell her her dad is overbooked and is sending her for a house call. I’ll get the kids in a room together and they can talk it out.”

The other end went silent for a while when finally Alice snorted into the phone, laughing out loud
“I’ve gotta say Forsythe, you have always been the master of plans. This is almost as good as when you had a crush on Hermione Lodge and made me lock the two of you in a janitors closet “by accident”“

F.P smiled proudly
"I’m an opportunist.”

Alice answered
“Okay, it sounds like a plan. Expect Betty within the next hour.”

“Okay, oh and Ally?”

She answered almost immediately
“Yeah forsythe?”

“They’re gonna make it through all of this, we did. Maybe my fairytale didn’t work out but I’m gonna fix that too.” He was more reassuring himself than anything and Alice seemed to know that as she answered

“I know that sythe, anything you need. At all, you just give me a call.” She promised, before they both hung up.

Thirty minutes later, he was sitting on his porch, his bike parked in front of him, when the gorgeous blonde haired beauty approached him, she really was just like her mother, wild blonde curls and big green eyes.

“Mr.jones?” She smiled sadly, “you’re the house call?” sticking her hand out again. There were bags under her eyes and he noticed her palms were a bloody mess. She must’ve noticed his staring at the indent marks on her palms because she tucked her hands into her pockets and nodded towards his bike.
“This is the bike that’s been giving you problems? Oh I just love the old fashioned Harley’s!” Her eyes lit up as she ran a hand over the shiny chrome, she looked up at him excited “ya know, the very first Bike I ever fixed up was an original. I love the make of these beautiful babies.”

F.P was right about everything, this girl was the definition of a keeper. He smiled back at her,
“Come on inside and grab a drink then we can get started. It’s too hot out here for you to be working without water.”
Betty looked nervously at the house, he knew she was scanning for his son. He gave her a reassuring nudge and she smiled gratefully, thanking him profusely, sweet as sugar but definitely hiding some spice he thought happily, just what his son needed

As soon as she stepped into the trailer, F.P slammed the door shut causing Betty to jump and whip around

“JUGHEAD!!” He called, almost in an instant the boy was standing in front of the pair, sleepy eyes and messy hair, still in his jeans and black tshirt, suspenders dangling down. When Jugheads eyes caught Betty he instantly softened, the fear leaving his mind, that’s what this beautiful young lady did for his son, she soothed his troubled mind with just a glance.

Walking backwards out the door, F.P nodded
“Talk it out.”

He barely had the door shut when he heard the high pitched voice shout “is that alcohol? I swear to god Jughead Jones, if you’ve been drinking…”

Forsythe must have been waiting outside the door for atleast thirty minutes, listening to faint cries and shuffling feet. Suddenly the door swung open and the teen couple was wrapped up in each other, both watery eyed and smiling goofily “hey dad.” Jughead smiled at his father “were gonna head over to poptates, I’m hungry.” Betty giggled from beside him “when are you not hungry?” she smiled sassily running her fingers up his arm.

Jughead dropped a kiss to her forehead, staring down at her in complete adoration “touché, hey bets, you go ahead, i have to talk to my dad real quick.” Betty nodded at him moving to walk away before he gently grabbed her wrist “hey.” She looked up at him confused “I love you.” He whispered with a smile. Instantly her eyes softened and she grinned back “I love you too.” As she moved to walk away she wrapped Jugheads dad up in a bear hug, his eyes instantly wide as he smiled and patted her back
“Thankyou Mr.Jones.” He laughed “anytime love”

She headed off to her car as Jughead hung behind, turning to his father

“Thanks dad, you didn’t have to do that.”

F.P shook his head, placing an hand on his sons arm. “Yes I did Jughead, you’re my son and I’m here for you.”

For the first time in Jugheads life he believed those words. Smiling back he nodded, making his way over to Betty “I won’t be home late. See you tonight!” With that he sprinted away catching Betty by the waist and swinging her around while she giggled.

F.P watched the pair and smiled pulling his phone out and sending a quick text

F.P: bughead is a go. Teamwork baby.

ALICE: bughead? Absolutely not. What about Jetty?

F.P: here we go.

19 years later...
  • Ron: So that's little Scorpius.
  • Harry: Yes. He's quite adorable, actually.
  • Ron: How would you know?
  • Harry: He comes to our house a lot... to play with Albus.
  • Ron: He does?
  • Harry: Yeah. Draco usually accompanies him... to play with me.
  • Ron: Draco? Since when do you call him Draco? And what do you mean, 'play'?
  • Harry: Usually Quidditch.
  • Ron: Oh thank god! For a minute there I thought-
  • Harry: We usually do it in the shower afterwards.
  • Ron: WHAT?
  • Harry: *snickering* Ginny always chastises us for being too loud.
  • Ron: *turning to Ginny* How can you be okay with this?
  • Ginny: *shrugs* Who am I to stand in the way of true love?
  • Draco: *walking up to them* Potter!
  • Harry: Malfoy! *starts making out with him passionately*
  • Ron: *just stares*
  • James: Bloody buggar! Dad is making out with Mr. Malfoy... again! Guys, it's been like ten minutes since you last snogged! Get a grip!
  • Albus: Come on, Dad! Not on the platform.
  • Lily: Mum, I think it's time you found a boyfriend, too. Dad seems really happy.
  • Ginny: He really does, doesn't he, honey?
  • Ron: *still staring*
  • Draco: *grabs Harry's arse*
  • Ron: *getting close to a heart attack*
  • Me: *smiling contentedly* All was well.
Boundaries

Request: Could you please do an imagine where the reader is Sirius’ twin sister and James has a crush on her but Sirius doesn’t like the idea of them together??❤

There was a huge smile on her face as she stepped into the Great Hall, waving to her friend around different house tables, stopping and chatting a bit here and there. James watched her, a cup of pumpkin juice forgotten in his hand, because there she was, leaning above the Ravenclaw table and talking with another girl, smiling, putting a strand of hair behind her ear, which made to take a sharp breath in. Y/N straightened and reached the Gryffindor table quickly – so quickly James didn’t really have time to pull himself together, the girl was already sitting next to him.

“Morning, boys.” -  She looked at Remus, Peter, and her brother, Sirius, all of them saying their good mornings before she smiled at James next to her.

“Hi.” – He said with a high-pitched voice, suddenly raising his hand up for some reason, splitting half of the drink on Y/N’s skirt. She almost jumped up, but stayed in her seat, looking down on herself, smiling. – “Oh, Merlin… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” – He tried to save himself, which was rather amusing. Peter and Remus exchanged a look, grinning, but Sirius let out a not so quiet growl.

“It’s okay.” – She chuckled, but James still looked extremely embarrassed.

“Just… er… let me help.” – He took a napkin from the table, but before he could’ve done anything, Sirius spoke up; his voice not friendly at all.

“Prongs, with all my love… if you touch my sister I’ll cut off your balls.”

“But she’s all wet because of me!” – James cried almost desperately, only making the situation worse, as always when he was nervous. Peter tried to choke back a laugh, unsuccessfully, while Y/N had to hide her mouth behind his palm to suppress his own chuckle. – “I mean…”

“Just shut up.” – Sirius said finally, but still looked at him warningly.

Y/N smiled at James while he gave her the napkin, so she cleaned up herself. After she finished, she shot an angry glance at Sirius, and couldn’t stop herself to say something – even if that conversation had already done between them thousand times before. “Will you ever stop acting like this? I’m not a child, you know.”

Sirius snapped his fork down. “I’m still older than you. Of course I need to protect you.”

“With two minutes!” – She shouted across the table. – “And I can protect myself, thanks.”

She quickly sat up and left the Great Hall, not even looking back. Sirius was a good brother and a great friend to her all in her life, but he was way too overprotective if it comes to boys. No wonder why I’ve never had a normal relationship, she thought, as every time when a guy started to like her, Sirius either embarrassed her or she found the guy, mysteriously, at the hospital wing after a couple of days. As Sirius was popular amongst girls, Y/N was popular amongst boys – but with a bother like him there weren’t much of them who have got enough nerve to ask her out anymore.

But he never behaved like this with his friends. They could gave her piggyback rides or hug her or even fall asleep in one bed with her after a long night with a lots of firewhisky; Sirius never made a scene. It James’ case, it started after they left the Grimmauld Place, going to the first place they could think about – James’ parents. She couldn’t tell now when it exactly started, neither the reasons, but Sirius never let a single minute the two of them to stay alone from that summer.

Even if she told him almost everything, she didn’t talk about with him about her feelings for James. The first reason was because she didn’t wanted to tell James, and the second, his behavior lately.

It was just getting harder, because she noticed maybe James likes her too – his nervous actions gave it away.

But after every little argument with Sirius, she became keener about reveal her feelings – who cares what he says? It isn’t his decision, after all. And this morning was the last straw, she decided; today, after quidditch practice when she could be alone with James, she will tell him.


She knew James always spend more time in the changing room than any other of her teammates – boys or girls. Standing in front of the pitch, she was waiting for the others left the room, watching the giggling girls, all staring at the boys, but most of them were still waiting for the captain. Y/N rolled her eyes, knowing very well though James enjoyed the attention he got, he never truly cared about girls like them.

The keeper left, which meant only James was in there now. Y/N walked in, finding him in front of a mirror, trying to fix – or, better say – mess his hair. She smiled at the sight as he turned around, looking at her with raised eyebrows. “Y/N! What are you doing here?”

She opened her mouth, but suddenly, she was aware of that they haven’t spent a time in private for months. – “I just… just wanted to say that it was a great practice. We’ll totally win the cup.”

But it wasn’t true at all – today’s practice was a disaster. They were a good team, but today, nothing really worked. It was a surprise James was still somehow in a good mood. “I like this optimism. This is exactly what we need.”

He sat down and took on his shoes, and Y/N followed, sitting down next to him. He looked up and smiled at her, but even if Sirius wasn’t there, he could almost hear his voice as he heard so many times in the last months. “Stop staring my sister.” “Don’t touch my sister.” “Mate… she’s my sister.”

Because Sirius found out that James has a crush on her earlier than even he was aware of it; when they left the Grimmauld Place and they were in James room, who comforted the crying Y/N, though he still doesn’t know what he saw. James just hugged her and stroked her back and said calming words to her, but that was all, still Sirius knew.

Y/N’s closeness woke him up from his thoughts, because suddenly, she leaned closer; she was so close he could smell the mild, sweet scent in her hair which stayed there even after the quidditch practice. He could feel her hot breath on his own lips, almost touched with hers, but she stopped. She waited for him, but he was motionless.

“Your brother will kill me.”

“I don’t think so.” – She whispered. – “He’ll just cut off your balls.”

He laughed. “Now I feel myself much better.”

And as she giggled, his lips touched his, which caused James quickly leaning back. “We really shouldn’t…”

She took a deep breath then slowly released it. All that excitement that she felt few seconds ago, when she almost kissed James, just disappeared. “James… you really like me. I know you do.”

Well, that’s an understatement, James thought, avoiding her eyes. – “Sirius wouldn’t be happy.” – He jumped up and left the changing room, leaving the angry Y/N there.

She was standing still for a few seconds, but then shook her head and ran after him. She wanted to say something, but decided on that she won’t. If he’d really like her, he’d do something about it, wouldn’t he? Even if Sirius’ opinion was so bloody important to him, which she still couldn’t understand.

By the time she arrived back to the castle, she was more than angry; at both Sirius and James. Remus was near to the fireplace, reading, so she plopped down next to him, warming up herself next to the fire.

“What’s wrong?” – He asked, peering up from his book. She looked at him, raising an eyebrow. – “Oh…what Sirius has done this time?”

She crossed her arms, opened her mouth to answer, but then just sighed. – “Forget it. It isn’t just him right now.” – Feeling as tears gathered in her eyes, she bit her lower lip and looked up at the ceiling. She heard as Remus closed his book, but before he could’ve started to talk, James appeared in front of them.

James froze for a second, as he couldn’t see Y/N from behind the couch, only now. “Er… Sirius?”

“Still on detention with Peter.” – Remus answered to him before Y/N spoke up.

“Why, do you want to ask his permission to sit down next to me?”

He closed his eyes and sighed. “Y/N, please, I don’t want to…”

But she didn’t wait for him to finish; she jumped and rushed upstairs to her dormitory. It was Sunday; most of the students were either inside around the castle or outside, so thankfully, her dorm was empty too. No one could see her falling in her bed and hear her sobbing into her pillow – at least for a few minutes, before the door opened. She didn’t turn around, but buried her face deeper in the soft pillow.

Until someone sat down next to her, and she felt a hand on her shoulder. He frowned worriedly when Y/N turned, wiping away the last drop of tears from her cheeks. “What are you doing here? And how did you even get in there? The charms…”

He huffed. “It hurts, you know. You really think some thousand years old charms could stop me?”

“Sorry.” – She said, sitting up. – “I almost forget the great James Potter has no boundaries.

He smiled, moving his palm from her shoulder to her cheek. “Are you okay?”

“What is it between you and my brother?” – She asked, ignoring his question.

James’ hand fell off, staring at the ground before he looked up finally, deciding there’s no point to keep secrets anymore. – “He figured out I have feelings for you. And wasn’t really happy about it. I think he’s under the impression my feelings aren’t serious at all, or I’d just using you or something.” – And she knew, he do have boundaries after all, he’d kissed her ages ago.

“You aren’t like that.” – She intertwined her fingers with his, and James looked down at their hands with a sad expression on his face. Her previous low voice  was loud now, speaking angrily and desperately. “He’s a git! I don’t understand how you couldn’t see what he’s doing is so stupid!”

“I know, Y/N, but I can’t just disregard him! He’s my best friend, and completely ignore what he says and wants wouldn’t be really nice of me.” – He cupped her cheeks again, rubbing them with his thumb as he leaned closer. – “I want to be with you. I really, really do. But please, just try to understand it isn’t so easy for me.”

She was gazing deeply in his hazel eyes, and couldn’t help but smile. One part of her was furious for taking Sirius’ words as some kind of law, but the other part of her was amazed by his loyalty. “Have you tried to talk to him? I mean, other than that you blush and tells him you won’t do anything with me.”

“Well… no.”

Y/N sighed. “Listen, I don’t want you to ruin your friendship… I just… it isn’t fair, and he should see it.”

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her on his chest and started to draw small circles on her back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make you cry.”

She just nodded slightly, and they stayed like this for a couple minutes before James stood up to leave, but stopped at the door. “Talk to him. Please.” – She said, and James said yes, which made her grinning and giving him a hug. He leaned back slowly, pressing a kiss on her cheek, which she returned – on his lips. He closed his eyes and smiled, and the smile remained on his lips while he left.

Because James couldn’t really just forget how Y/N’s soft lips felt on his, even if it was just two seconds. And maybe that was all the determination he needed for finally talking with Sirius, who already returned from detention, and was now talking with Remus, who was still reading – or at least, he was trying.

“What have you done in the girls’ dorm?” – He asked instantly with an amused face.

James took a deep breath. “I was with Y/N. We were just talking!” – He added quickly, seeing his suddenly angry face, but continued. His voice wasn’t apologetically at all anymore. – “Because, you know, she was crying because of you!”

“Because of me?” – He asked in disbelief.

“Yeah. You’re trying to keep her safe so hard from me you haven’t realized you’re the one who hurt her. You don’t care about what I want, and what she wants… because she wants to be with me.” – James voice was loud, almost a shout.

Sirius stood up, but didn’t look at James; he looked over his shoulder, where Y/N was, who just came down a second ago. “Do you really wanna be with him?” – He asked, still in disbelief, whilst James turned around to see her.

“Yes, you idiot. He just can’t even dare to tell me anything properly because he promised you he will leave me alone.”

A light pink colour flooded on James’ cheeks. He really didn’t confess his feelings, he just didn’t deny them. Sirius looked at Remus for help, but he just shrugged. Looking back at her sister and James, he growled. “You know what, do what you want. Just don’t snog in front of me.”

James’ mouth fell open, trying to ask that he was heard it right, but Y/N was faster. “Is that some kind of yes, my dear sister, I’m really happy for the both of you?

“Some kind of.” – He replied, and Y/N ran closer to him, wrapping her arms around him, grinning.

“Thank you.” – And he couldn’t help, but smiling wildly, seeing her sister being so happy.

“Where are you going now?” – Sirius asked after Y/N turned around, grabbed James’ hand and started to drag him out from the common room

“You said no snogging in front of you.”


Masterlist

anonymous asked:

What does the doc do when the Host has a really bad vision? Like the kind where he just freezes for a second and then kind of just folds up and collapses (for some reason I picture his eyes starting to bleed really badly when this happens but I dunno why)

It’s become rare, the Host having visions so bad he loses all composure. Back when they where more common he had been alone, had nobody to look after him in the aftermath and changed his bloody bandages on his own. 

The first time it happens in front of Dr. Iplier, he has no idea what he’s supposed to do. He’s terrified because one moment the Host is excitedly talking about his cat and the next he’s crumpled on the floor, curled into a ball with his face tucked into his knees and his hands buried in his hair. 

And there’s so much blood, soaking into his new bandage, staining his coat and leaking onto the floor. Dr. Iplier’s heart nearly stops when he hears the sharp and painful exhails that the Host muffles into his coat, intermingled with whimpers and soft cries. He tries to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder but that only seems to make things worse because the Host wails and Dr. Iplier can’t make it stop. 

Afterwards, the Host is mortified and slightly ashamed because he’s never had a vision this bad in front of anybody and he tries to apologize for the blood on Dr. Iplier’s coat (and is quickly shushed for it because that’s not what matters). They’re both shaken and Dr. Iplier wonders what on earth the Host had seen to react the way he did. 

But eventually, they develop a system though the fact that it happens and often enough for the doctor to have found a method to help cope with it is… disconcerting. Especially since it only ever seems to happen around him. (Dr. Iplier doesn’t tell the Host that he prefers it this way because he’d rather be there to help than imagine the Host going through it on his own).

The Host explains that the sound of static helps, that turning off the light is for the best. Usually, he gets some sort of warning that he’s going to have a bad vision (a shiver up his spine, goosebumps along his arms, the charge of static in the air) and he suspects the reason he doesn’t feel those warning around Dr. Iplier is that he’s too relaxed. So Dr. Iplier plays a blank record, turns the light off. He hands the Host a book because then the Host can be distracted by something other than what’s going on his head. He can’t read it, but his powers allow him play it in his head, almost like a movie, a flurry of words and images. Afterwards, the Host is stuck in third person for a while, a coping mechanism to deal with the anxiety the visions leave behind. 

If he’s lucky, he’ll have his violin on hand so he doesn’t have to narrate at all. Often, Dr. Iplier stays in the room while he plays, if only to know he’s alright. 

Dating Jason Todd would be like...
  • Playful insults.
  • Constantly.
  • Like instead of a “Hey Beautiful.” in the morning. He says something like “Get up ass breath.”
  • You retort with a smart comment about him being a technical zombie.
  • “Hey Walking Dead. What’s for breakfast?”
  • You guys take turns cooking.
  • But you have to admit that he is the best cook out of both of you.
  • Like when he makes pancake, you literally just cry.
  • “Y/N? What is wrong? Why are you crying?”
  • “These are just some good pancakes.”
  • He kisses you and makes you some more.
  • He is weak in the knees for your puppy dog eyes.
  • He can never say no when you look at him with those eyes.
  • And it’s your personal secret weapon.  
  • “Can we watched Frozen?”
  • “No! We watched that movie at least a dozen times!”
  • “Please.”
  • “NO!”
  • You look at him with the puppy dog eyes. “Pwease…”
  • You guys end up watching Frozen two times.
  • When he has one of his nightmares, you get up and make him hot chocolate and ask him to talk about it.
  • It’s usually the same nightmare all the time.
  • But you just want to be there for him.
  • He’s so good at reading you.
  • If you’re having a bad day, he will literally make all your favorite treats.
  • “Mmmm…are those M&M cookies I smell?”
  • “Yep. I made a whole batch.”
  • “Either you are trying to make me a diabetic or you want me to tell you about my awful day.”
  • “Why else would I slave in front of hot stove for?”
  • You nag him all the time when he comes home looking like bloody murder.
  • But you reluctantly patch and stitch him up with a pout on your face.
  • “I’m just saying. When you go on patrol, try to be a little more careful. You cheated death once, I don’t think he’ll give you a third chance.”
  • “Yes my royal pain in the ass.”
  • You love giving him hugs. 
  • No matter what you always hug him everyday.
  • But he really doesn’t know why you are hugging him. 
  • “Why are you hugging me Y/N?”
  • “Don’t question it. Just roll with it.”
  • He pretends like he hates them, but he can’t help but love it. 
  • Him being your stubborn little love.
  • You being his one and only light in this dark world.
Expectations

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Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

Being Draco Malfoy’s best friend wasn’t anything like anyone would expect. People who didn’t know him expected it to be constantly following him around, listening to him boast and worshipping every word he said. People who thought they knew him expected it to be having lots in common with him, agreeing with everything he decided. But Y/N was the only one who really knew him. And Y/N Y/L/N was never one to follow up with people’s expectations. She knew Draco was remarkably intelligent, extremely thoughtful, and immensely needy. She knew that he was flawed. She knew he was an angsty, whiny, moody, arrogant, git, and that in being his best friend, she had to be the one to keep him grounded, and let him know when he was being a jerk. She stuck around though, always. Through his mood swings and fits of anger. She couldn’t ever provide an answer when people asked her why, but perhaps she hadn’t given it much thought, because she knew the reason might have a stronger impact than she was prepared for. He had his good days, and definitely a soft spot for the strong headed girl, but there were also days when he made her want to slug him, right in the face. That being said, he was the best friend she’d ever had, and she, his.

-Year 3

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NO but this is too heartbreaking, because it could just as well be a scene where Newt is already dead, not just an awesome edit to show his death.

Just imagine it, the surviving Gladers having a bonfire to honor all their fallen friends, and Thomas takes a jar of that drink and sits down and holds it up, thinking “Here’s to you Newt. Wish you were here.” and then taking a sip all seriously and stuff but he just ends up spitting it all out like the first time

AND Newt’s ghost is sitting next to him, laughing his arse off, saying “Jeez Tommy all that and you’re still a bloody Greenie” but wishing he really was there to laugh with his friend, just one more time.

Also, this is not my gif, I think its this awesome person’s, if I’m wrong please correct me :)

All Started With a Song Part 12 // Conor Maynard

Word Count- 1982

Summary- Conor sees your cover and contacts you

A/n- (feel free to change the friends name I was just too lazy to write y/f/n that may times) IT’S HERE! bet ya weren’t ready for that plot twist ;)

~~

The night ended with all six of you heading back to the hotel. It wasn’t until about 2 am that the guys left.

“Wait!” you protested as they stood up. “We all need to switch numbers so we can have group chat after we leave!”

“Ok,” Justin laughed as he grabbed your phone.

“Gimme,” you motioned for Tyler to give you his phone.

After everyone had each other’s number, the boys left.

“Alright, I’m going to bed.” you said as you plopped onto the bed.

“Same,” Alice yawned.

“I’m gonna go call Sean,” Olivia grabbed her phone and headed to the balcony.

~~

You three didn’t wake up until about 11 am. And none of you rushed to get ready.

“Hey, I’m gonna call Anth and see what the plan is,” you said as you walked out to the balcony, leaving the other girls to continue getting ready.

After a few rings, Anth picked up. “Hey, Y/n.”

“Hi. What’s up?” you ask, looking at the city below.

“Nothing, just chilling at home.” He sounded hesitant, but you brushed it off. It was probably nothing.

“Do you still want to go to the Santa Monica Pier?”

“Listen, Y/n…” he trailed off.

You laughed, “You can say no.”

“It’s not that…” he said and you began to worry.

“What’s wrong?”

“Y/n, Conor left.”

“What do you mean he left?” your voice cracked.

“He went back to London last night. He was really upset,” Anth was biting his slip almost to the point of drawing blood. He didn’t want either of his friends to be sad. He just wanted them both to realize that they were in love.

“About what?!?!” you yelled, tears threatening to fall. “What could he possibly be upset about?”

“He saw that you were hanging out with another guy,” Anth explained.

“Oh. My. God.” You sighed. “He’s so fucking childish! Maybe if he actually talked to me then he would know he was just a friend.”

“Y/n, just please try to fix this. You guys are perfect for each other.”

“Obviously we’re not Anth!” you began crying. “He plays me like a fucking game. He treats me like crap and then gets mad when I’m not interested anymore!”

“He likes you a lot,” Anth tried to level with you.

“He has a real shit way of showing it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you yawned. “Sorry for flipping out on you; you didn’t deserve that.”

“It’s okay,” he chuckled. “You still want to go to Santa Monica Pier?”

“Sure,” you smiled even though he couldn’t see it. “Meet us there in an hour.”

~~

You tried. You tired really hard. But you just couldn’t. Every time you weren’t talking, your mind would flood with him. Whether it be his smile, his hair, his voice or anything else. It was him. Always had been and always will be.

You walked down the pier trying to stay tuned in to the conversation, but you just couldn’t. You wanted to see him, feel him, and be with him. And you couldn’t. And that killed you.

You needed him.

“Y/n? You aright, love?” Alice asked, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Yeah, just a lil homesick,” you plastered on a fake smile.

“C’mon babes,” Olivia smiled. “We’ll be home soon enough.”

So a few more hours were spent at the pier and then you four went out to lunch.

After lunch, you guys arrived at Anth’s apartment at around 2 o’clock.

“So, you girls are leaving tomorrow…” Anth said as you three entered his apartment.

“Yeah, our flights at noon.” Alice frowned.

“I don’t wanna leave,” Olivia pouted.

“Same, but I couldn’t stay here forever.” You said, sitting on the floor.

“I could, 100%. This place is like paradise,” Alice laughed.

“Have you ever considered moving to London?” Olivia asked Anth.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I have actually. But I’m super close with my family and I couldn’t do that to them. Tours are hard enough as it is.”

“That’s understandable,” you give him a small smile.

“So what do you ladies want to do on your last night in LA?”

“Hmmm, movie night?” Alice suggested.

“Yes! Let’s have a Harry Potter marathon!” Olivia squealed.

“Do you have the Harry Potter movies?” you asked.

Anth gasped and put a hand over his heart, “I am truly offended that you even had to ask.”

Anth put in the first of eight and you four spent the rest of the evening making jokes and reciting entire scenes.

~~

As the fourth movie came to a close, you looked at the time.

“Bloody hell, its two in the morning!” you laughed.

“We better get back and pack,” Alice said.

“Since when are you the responsible type?” Liv giggled, earning a glare from the brunette.

“Do you guys need a ride to the airport?” Anth asked.

“Thanks, but we’d hate for you to go out of or way.” You said.

He laughed, “It’s no big deal, I promise.”

“Wanna help us pack too?” Alice said sarcastically.

“No, but I can keep you company if you like.”

“Sure!” Olivia said. “Let’s use the little time we have left to our advantage.”

“We’re not dying, Liv.” You laughed.

~~

“Who knew packing could be so fun?” you laughed as you shoved a pair of shorts into your suitcase.

Anth had decided to show you girls his playlist; which was lit as hell. You all began singing while he watched you three back your bags.

Anth paused the music, “Its 10:30, you girls should probably be at the airport by now.”

“Just a few more things!” Olivia said, cramming a few more souvenirs into her bag.

“Here,” Alice laughed, grabbing one of the bags. “I can put it in my bag.”

“Thanks,” she sighed.

“C’mon, you’re gonna be lateeeeeeeee.” Anth whined, already halfway out the door.

~~

The ride to the airport was also filled with many good songs. Once you got the airport, the goodbye to Anth was sadder than you expected.

“Thank you,” you cried into Anth’s shoulder. “For trying to help us.”

“Of course,” he hugged you tighter.

After you finally let go of your American friend, you three silently walked to your gate. None of you wanted to leave, but you all three wanted nothing more to be home. The flight back home was filled with sleeping. Alice and Olivia slept the entire way, except for small bathroom breaks. But you, you only slept for a little bit. After a tiny power nap, your mind was racing. You thought of all the things you could do when you got off the plane. But only one stuck out.

You had to see Conor.

~~

“Do you guys want to go to my place, and just chill before we get back into our daily routine?” Alice asked as you three waited for your Uber.

“I’m down as long as you have wine and pizza,” Olivia smiled.

“Sure, but I have to go somewhere before that.”

“Where?”

You rolled your eyes sarcastically, “I wonder…”

“Do you want us to go with you?” Olivia gave you a heartfelt smile.

“No, this is something I need to do on my own,” you said. “But thank you.”

“Anytime,” she winked.

The Uber ride to Alice’s was normal. You girls quietly chatted until the car had arrived at her place.

“Alright, I’ll be back soon.” you said to the girls and gave the Uber address Conor’s address. The nerves started to rise in your stomach as you grew closer to the apartment. You had no idea what was to come.

~~

You walked up the stairs to his floor and slowly walked to his door. You knocked, and stepped back, heart beating faster than usual.

The door opened and Jack Maynard stood there, a smile quickly approaching his lips.

“So you’re the girl my brother went to America for,” he chuckled, leaving against the door frame.

“Yeah, uh is he here?”

“Yep,” he said, opening the door and motioning for you to come in.

“Conor!” he shouted. “Someone’s here for you!”

You followed him into the living room where Josh was sat on the couch, controller in hand.

“Who’s this?”

“Y/n.”

“Oh. My. God. You’re her?”

“Yeah…” you said slowly, who else knows about you two?

Everyone. Literally everyone, you dumbass.

“Who could possibly be here to see me?” Conor laughed from the hallway.

You and Jack turned around, watching his expression change.

It went from comical, to confusion, to sadness but then settled on anger.

“What do you want?” he said coldly.

You were slightly taken aback, “I want to talk.”

“Why?” he crossed his arm.

“I think you know why,” you looked at him, your heart breaking into a million pieces.

“Fine,” he said and led you to the balcony.

“What do you have to say?” he scolded.

“Okay. First of all, you can lose the attitude. And second of all, I want you to explain.”

“Explain what?” he asked.

“I just want to hear your side of the story.”

“I don’t have one,” he said simply.

“So you can’t tell me why you did what you did? Why you flew all the way to bloody America for me, but then left before actually apologizing?”

“No,” he sighed. “I was just confused. I was jealous, but then I relished that I fucked up. But then I saw you with the other dude. And I just got so angry.”

“What other dude? Clayton?” you asked.

“I don’t know how he is. He was on your Instagram, and he was obviously into you. I just felt unwanted.”

“Really?!?! YOU felt unwanted? Are you fucking kidding me???” you yelled at him. “You treated me like actual shit but got pissed off when I wasn’t still hung up on you! You’re literally the epitome of a fuckboy, yet I can’t help being in love with you! You piss me off more than anything in the world yet you were the first person that I wanted to see when I landed! So don’t you dare say that you felt unwanted?”

“You gave me mixed signals! You would seem interested but when you had picture of you kissing a guy! How was I supposed to know if you were interested or not!!”

“What picture of me kissing someone?”

“The one with the balloon where you’re on his back!”

“Oh my god,” you laughed, yet you were far from showing humor. “That’s my fucking brother, which you would know if you bothered to get to know me!”

He stepped towards you, “I tried! You were the one who got short with me!” he poked you in the chest.

Jack opened the door to the balcony, “Mate, back up.”

“Stay out of this Jack!” he yelled, yet his eyes stayed looked with yours. “You said something. Say it again.” His features softened.

“Which part?” you asked.

“The part where you say you love me,” he said, turning his pointed finger into a flat palm, he wanted to feel your heartbeat.

“I am so incredibly in love with you Conor Maynard.”

“I’m in love with you too, Y/n.” he smiled. “Can I kiss you?”

You giggled, “Of course.”

~~

After you two awkwardly went back into his flat and awkwardly said goodbye to Josh and Jack, you headed over to Alice’s.

You were all lounged around her living room, a pointless show playing in the background.

Conor was deep into an awkward fan story when there was a knock at the door.

“I’ll get it,” Olivia said.

“No! Alice should,” you smiled.

“Wow thanks.” She rolled her eyes but got up nonetheless.

Get up you mouthed at Liv who gave you a questioning look. You two and Conor followed the brunette to the door.

She opened the door and froze. Liv did the same, yet you were smiling ear to ear.

“Brandon?”

Sirius Black x Reader-I’m Not A Toy

Request: “I was wondering if I could request some sirius angst where the reader feels like she is going to be just another hit-it-then-quit-it girl to him so she doesn’t let herself give in to the feelings she so clearly had for him? Thanks so much, I absolutely adore your writing!! :)” -Anon

Warnings: Mild swearing, angst, crying, and fluff

Word Count: 1,514

A/N: There is a lot of time changes. Also, I am currently obsessed with Ed Sheeran’s new album and I’m down with anyone who wants to talk about it. If you want to talk to me ask for BB! ♡ ~BB


“Y/n?” Lily was shaking your arm, drawing you from your trance. You hadn’t realized it but you were staring at Sirius again. The way he would throw his head back and clutch his chest when he laughed, the way his hair fell around his face, framing it perfectly. The way his- “Y/N!”

You swung your head around, hitting Lily in the face on the way. “Lily I’m so sorry.” You said, peering around her hair trying to see her face that was being held in one hand. “I’m fine y/n.” She replied in a sincere tone. She lifted her head up so you could see a red mark from where you had hit her but no real harm was done. “Why don’t you just ask Sirius out? He does like you, you know.”

“I have no clue what you are talking about, Lily. Even if I did like him there would be no way he would ever like me back.” You glanced over to Sirius to see he was staring at you too. When you met his eyes he winked, a smirk appearing on his face. You shook your head and looked down at your food that hasn’t been touched. “Not properly at least.”


“I’m telling you James she isn’t going to date him.” Lily said trying to walk away from the boy. He originally came to ask her out when she quickly changed the subject to Sirius and Y/n. “He really does like her though, won’t shut up about how much he does.” Lily turned on her heels to face James giving him a knowing look. “I just saw him with a girl yesterday. She clearly isn’t his top priority.”

“Why doesn’t she just give him a chance?”

“Because she doesn’t want to get hurt and I don’t blame her.” Lily said turning back around.

“I do believe he does like her alot, Lily.” James said calling after her.
“I used to.”


You were sat having dinner in the Great Hall when Remus and James came up behind you.

“Can we talk to Lily for a moment?” Lily looked at you and then got up to leave with the boys, leaving you alone at the table. “Sirius hasn’t stopped staring at Y/n.” Remus pointed out.

“He keeps waving away other girls that come up to him too.” James added. “Been doing it all day.”

“I noticed.” Lily said looking back at you playing with your food. “He really does like her doesn’t he?”

“Bloody hell Lily what side are you on?” James asked with a sigh. Lily turned giving him a stern look. “I just don’t want her to get hurt is all.

“Well what are we going to do with them?” Remus asked after a long silence.

“We’ve got to find a way to get them alone. Lily can you bring Y/n to the Room of Requirements tonight?”

“I can try. What do you have planned, Potter?”

“Oh you’ll see.”


“What the hell are you doing?!” You yelled in a hushed tone. Lily had tied your wrist to her’s without any explanation and was dragging you through the corridors. “Shut up for once will you? We’re almost there.”

“Where?” You asked, clearly confused.

“Here.” You turned to where she was looking and saw two huge doors covered in delicate and detailed carvings. You were too entranced by the design to realize that Lily had untied your wrist and opened the door only to shove you in. You stumbled through the entrance and turned around in time to see Lily alongside James and Remus who were wearing proud looks on their faces. You turned around and leaned against the closed door and let out a sigh when you heard a voice that came from the other side of the room. “Fancy seeing you here.” Your head flew up to meet a pair of deep gray eyes from across the room. You were shocked to see none other than Sirius Black sitting directly opposite from you on an old red sofa. Now that you had looked up you saw that the tattered piece of furniture was the only thing located in the room. “What is this place?” You asked getting up from the floor. “You don’t know?” You shook your head and started toward the sofa. “This the the Room of Requirements.” He said gesturing around the room. “It changes to meet the requirements of the user.”

“What on earth would we need a sofa for?” You said taking a seat next to him.

“I have an idea.” He says in a low voice. You look over to see him leaning closer to you, trapping you with one arm that was placed on the other side of you. You started to panic and pushed him far enough away to slide out from under him. You stood up and quickly walked over to the door trying to open it but quickly seeing that it was locked. “Y/n! Wait!” Sirius called getting up from the sofa. You tried to get to another part of the room but he was too fast and trapped you in his arms. “Hey I’m sorry.” He said trying to meet your eyes which was quite difficult because you kept moving your head in different directions. “Hey!” He said sharply while grabbing your chin forcing you to look at him. “I said I was sorry.”

“Sorry for what.” You said tears starting to threaten to spill from your eyes.

“For coming on to you. I like you and I thought you liked me back but maybe I was wrong.”

“Well you are.” You say pushing him off again. You didn’t really have anywhere to go so you headed back to the couch. You sat down and pulled your knees to your chest, burying your face into them so Sirius couldn’t see that you had started crying. He sat down next to you and didn’t say anything. It was so quiet that your silent sobs weren’t so silent anymore. “Hey are you ok?” Sirius asked with concern while he shifted to look at you. “I really didn’t mean to upset you I just-”

“You just what!” You yelled, making Sirius jump back from the sudden outburst. “You just wanted to play with my feelings more?! Make me fall deeper in love with you so you can leave me in the morning taking my innocence in your stride?!” You said falling to the floor, weak from screaming. Sirius got up and rushed over to you. He sat down beside you and pulled you onto his lap, stroking your hair and back trying to calm you down. “I had no idea you felt like that Y/n. I’m so sorry that I made you think that.” His quiet voice was soothing and the tears soon dried leaving you a mess in his embrace. He noticed that you were quiet and took your face in his hands, gently lifting your head so he could look at you. Your eyes were puffy and red, your cheeks stained with dried tears. He stroked your cheek with his thumb and you smiled. “There’s the smiley girl I love. I thought you were stolen away!” He says over dramatically causing you to laugh but stop abruptly when your brain registered what he said. “You said you loved me?” You said questioningly looking up at him. “Did I? Well now the secret is out.” He said with a smirk playing on his lips making you blush. “If I do remember correctly, somewhere in all that yelling you said that you loved me too.” You quickly looked away, embarrassed. “I didn’t mean it.” Sirius’s smirk fell and he looked at you hurt. “Why won’t you let yourself love me?” Sirius asked quietly. You didn’t look at him but you knew that he was staring at you intently, concern filling his eyes. “I don’t want to be another girl that you want and then when you’re bored you leave like a toy. I’m not a toy.” You mumbled, barely loud enough for him to hear. He sighed and tightened his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest. “I know you aren’t a toy, love. You’re much, much more than that.” You turned to look at him and was quickly met with a kiss. It didn’t last long because Sirius caught himself and let go of you, putting you back on the ground. “I-I’m s-so sorry I- nevermind.” He said backing away from you. You couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that he had thought he did something wrong and at that moment you realized that he didn’t think of you like he thought of the other girls. He thought that you were a treasure that needed to be preserved and he knew that he couldn’t mess up if he had you because if he did he would hate himself forever. You got up and walked over to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into him. “Shut up and kiss me you idiot.” And he gladly did.

alwaysuptosomemischief  asked:

Song: shape of you by Ed Sheeran Can you pleaseeee make it young Sirius Black x reader!!! :)

(( Okie dokie so I LOVE THIS SONG and the new video gave me soooo many ideas))

Summery:  You are the new Gryiffindor seeker, it is the middle of the season and Sirius has had his eye on Y/N since their first match against Hufflepuff so Astra offers to train with him

Warnings: Swearing, dorky Sirius 

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“Bloody hell Padfoot don’t hit the bludger towards me you arse” 

“Oh well i am So sorry maybe if you didn’t accept that as the new seeker i might not get so distracted” Sirius hissed gesturing towards Y/N, his cheeks supporting a bright shade of red. 

That has a name Black, and i’m surprised Potter even kept you on with that shoddy performance against Hufflepuff today” Y/N slammed the door to her locker and approached the hissing raven hared boys.

Sirius looked at Y/N his face turning more vibrant shades of red as she stood before them in a simple muggle tank top and sweat pants. 

“Hey Black are you okay you look-”

“I’m fine!” he snapped causing James and Y/N to jump at the sudden outburst.

“Well seeming as you are Fine as you so kindly snapped” she paused earning a chuckle from James “I was wondering if you wanted to train with me?”   

Shit on it. fucking SHIT. ON. IT. Was all Sirius could think of his mind went to mush every time he saw Y/N body when she trained or even played a match. she was different from other girls more athletically built than the other female players the shape of her was mesmerising to him, almost hypnotic in way.

“YES!” realizing his outburst he played it cool pulling off his signature smirk and running a hand through his windswept hair “I mean yeah, sure i could train with you for a bit…bro” really? 

bro? who the fuck calls someone bro? the fuck is wrong with you, you utter fart 

“okay see outside.. bro” with a confused look Y/N left the lockers and headed towards the pitch 

 “bro? did you just call Y/L/N bro? Bloody hell padfoot you must really like her. personally i don’t blame you she has an arse of-”

“shut up prongs” Sirius breathed as the waves of embarrassment forced him to lean against his locker door his hand covering his onyx eyes.

“oh come on pads its not that bad, if you look at it this way she technically asked you on a date” James placed a hand on his shoulder giving him a light reassuring shake.

“well are you coming or not i don’t have all day black” Y/N shouted from the doorway 


“Godric your amazing” Sirius breathed 

“not so bad yourself bro” Y/N smirked moving closer to Sirius planting a kiss on the side of his cheek 

“see you at dinner?” she teased landing as gracefully as she could Y/N hopped of her broom and headed back to the castle leaving a slightly loves struck Sirius black in the air.

Sirius new he had he had fallen for Y/N so hard in fact even when she was sweating she was beautiful, she was like a goddess, and the feel of her lips upon his cheek lingered there he would never forget this day     


“so, How’d it go bro” James snicked into a spoonful of mash potato’s.

“well she kissed me and she wont drop the bro thing either.” he looked around noticing lily and Y/N laughing and sighed into his chicken 

“is it illegal to use an illegal curse on yourself?”

 Fin


Originally posted by nellaey

((okay so that was that i hoped you liked it i like it))

the last line killed me its from this 

It’s Been You | Part 1 J.S

Originally posted by myalwaysari

You and Joe have been bestfriends for a while now, you both had met when he first moved to London in a bar called. We accidentally bumped into each other dancing crazily to Linkin Park, long story short, we spent the whole night bonding over our love for Linkin Park.

You were currently sitting at home debating on whether to start a YouTube channel, Joe had been bugging you for a while now to start one. He claims it’s tons of fun especially when everyone gathers to certain events.

Your phone beeps and lights up signalling that you just got a text message. ‘Come help me!! I’m feeling sick :(‘ You frowned a bit, Joe has always told you to stay away while he’s sick because he is ‘contagious’ and he doesn’t want you to get sick because of him. He asked you for help then that means it’s bad.

‘Joe you should go to the doctor and get some medicine, did you do that already?’ You replied as you got up off the couch. You then grabbed your house keys and ubered to Joe’s flat.

Once you got there, he buzzed you up, you felt horrible when you heard his voice, it was raspy and you could tell he was in so much pain. As you walked through his front door, it was dark. You heard a groan coming from the living room.

“How are you feeling?” You say as you cautiously walked to the kitchen avoiding to bump into something. “Did you eat something?” It was about 10 in the morning, you flipped on the kitchen light then began to open some windows.

“No… I can’t moove” Joe complains. You sigh as you look in his cupboards to find something for him to eat.

“Perfect!” You said to yourself, you had found soup that you could make. “I’m making you chicken noodle soup, it’s not special but you need to eat something light.” You told him, this is the first time you are taking care of Joe and you are not sure what kind of sick person he could be, your sister gets grumpy when she’s sick, same as your brother, but for you, you are more of a careless sick person. You didn’t really care what people gave you to eat.

You brought the now warm soup to Joe, he looked terrible, “ Joe, you should go to the doctor… This definitely isn’t a common cold.” You recommended.

After you took Joe to the doctors, you grabbed more appetizing food for Joe to eat later on. He complained the whole way there and back that he was in tremendous pain, even the uber driver was starting to get worried.

“Alrighhtt, let’s get you on the couch, I’ll bring your food and medicine.” You instructed him. It was currently 6 at night, so after you would give him his medicine we would most likely pass out. You weren’t sure if he wanted you to stay the night or not, so after you gave him his medicine, you casually dropped hints about staying the night. You’ve only ever stayed the night at Joe’s a couple times, when the weather was bad, or when you stayed over too late.

“Why don’t… you just stay… the night” He said as he was slowly dozing off,  you smiled, even though he was super sick, he still looked cute all wrapped up in his furry blanket. You’re not gonna lie, Joe was pretty cute and you won’t deny that you would sleep with him, but you weren’t sure about getting in a relationship with him. You feared losing your friendship with him and with a relationship, that could potentially ruin things between you two.

“Joe, I’m not sure though… I have no clothes” You replied. You knew Joe liked his privacy due to being famous on YouTube, so you never really stayed there often. You knew Joe liked his privacy due to being famous on YouTube, so you didn’t want to overstay your welcome.

“Cor, just stay the bloody night, you can borrow my clothes, it doesn’t matter which ones.” He fought back. You didn’t fight him anymore, you could tell he was tired and he wants to rest. You then turned off all the lights and quickly went up to Joe’s closets to borrow some clothes. You picked out his white ‘Sugg Life’ T-shirt and a pair of his grey sweat pants, then changed in the downstairs washroom. As you walked out you heard Joe apologize, “I’m sorry for sounding rude, I just wanted you to know that you’re always welcome to sleep here sometimes, I know how you feel about overstaying you visits” In your head you were freaking out because he just read your mind but he was probably waiting for you to reply so you answered,

“It’s okay Joe, I know you like your privacy sometimes,”

“Well just know from now on you can stay here anytime” Joe reassured you.

“Thanks Joe, I’m glad we had this talk, but now you have to go to bed, you look exhausted.” You got up and headed towards the spare bedroom where you then slept that night.

The next morning, you woke up at a reasonable time, it was 7:30 on a thursday morning. Joe still wasn’t up so you started to make some food for yourself. You made eggs and toast, you didn’t know if Joe was gonna eat some, but you make an extra egg for him just in case.(HE MAKE THE MISTAKES THAT I DID sorry I had to)

“Y/n, that smells good, I want some.” You heard Joe say, you offered him his egg but warned him that it may hurt. Yesterday the doctor had told him his gums were infected so he had to be careful what he ate.

“Remember you have to take your medicine after you-”

“No, nope” Joe whined, “I can’t eat that” He had taken a bite out of his egg but spat it out because it hurt too much for him. You sighed as he put his head on the table.

“I’ll make you a smoothie then” You said as you began to make it. You added all his vitamins that he takes everyday and grabbed his medicine for him to take with the smoothie.

After Joe drank his smoothie and took his medicine, he was kinda feeling ‘woozy’ if you know what I mean, the pain medicine made him feel that way because he couldn’t stand the pain.

“I love it when you take care of me” Joe smiled. He was now back on the couch watching re-runs of ‘Prison Break’, he loved that show, you both did. “Why haven’t I asked you for help before?” You chuckled

“You didn’t want to spread your sickness to me remember?” You replied. Joe laughed remembering the last time he was sick, you had called him to tell him that you are coming over to bring soup and he refused to let you come because you might catch his cold. Suddenly Joe sat up making you jump a bit.

“What day is it?!?” Joe somewhat shouts, his throat was hurting so he couldn’t yell as much. You turned to him and you saw panic written all over his face.

“It’s Thursday Joe, why what’s wrong?” Joe quickly grabbed his phone and going through his notes.

“I need to think of a video idea for sunday, but I’m all out of ideas” He explained. Joe is a hard worker and you know that he shouldn’t be working while he is this sick, he could barely talk how is he supposed to film a video?

“Joe you can’t film a video this week. You are too sick to do this. Just take the week off, I’m sure your fans will understand” You try to reason with him.

“Oh but I don’t have a back up video for this week, I used it last week.” Joe sighed. You moved closer to him and massaged his shoulders.

“Joe relax, you need to get better before you start to work again. Everyone will understand.” You say. Joe rolls his head back, but jumps right up as his phone rings. Your mind was jumbled, you were so close to Joe. “I could get used to this,” You thought. But the thing is that you would never admit something like that. Again, being in a relationship with him is a risk that you don’t know if you would take. Joe then got off the phone,

“Mikey said he is going to drop buy to bring some stuff.” Joe informed you. You nodded and moved to sit a bit further than you were from Joe a minute ago. Joe must have noticed because he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him.

“I just want to cuddle and sleep..” Joe mentions,

“Joe you’re needy when you’re sick aren’t you?” You comment. He chuckles a bit, not really disagreeing with you. Soon both of you slowly fell asleep.


A/N - soo that was kinda an intro part to this story… Sorry the ending was a bit weird but I had to split up the parts some how. I don’t know how long this is going to be but send me ideas for this story if you want to ! :)

my grandma's thoughts on musical characters
  • elphaba thropp: "oh my god... she's GREEN. why is she GREEN? is she sick?"
  • maria reynolds: "she looks like she came from a really rich, high quality strip club"
  • evan hansen: "his arm is broken and he looks like his emotions are broken too"
  • katherine pulitzer: "i wish i looked like her"
  • connor murphy: "why is he dressed in all black? is he going to a funeral?"
  • carrie white: "jeez, what's up with all the blood? did someone murder her?"
  • heather chandler: "oh she's really pretty! is she nice?"
  • jason dean: "is he friends with connor? are they going to the funeral together? is it the bloody girl's funeral?"
  • jared kleinman: "he looks like a nerd and i don't like him"
  • galinda upland: "why the hell is her dress so big? how does she even walk?"
  • margaret white: "...she looks scary. i don't trust her"
  • heather duke: "didn't you just show me heather? oh. this is a different heather. she looks mean"
  • alexander hamilton: "wait there's a musical about that dude? why?"
  • natasha rostova: "i like her. she looks happy"
  • lizzie borden: "that's supposed to be lizzie borden? why's she wearing leather? that's... interesting"
  • zoe murphy: "she looks like the bloody girl, except she's happy and not bloody now"
  • sonny de la vega: "he looks like a nice young man"
  • jack kelly: "he looks like he got beat up. is he okay?"
  • crutchie morris: "he looks like the the kid with the broken arm but this time his leg is broken and his emotions are stable"
  • heather macnamara: "she's pretty but why are there so many girls named heather"
  • hedwig robinson: "that's... that's a lot of makeup. wow"
  • amélie poulain: "she looks like the natasha girl except she's red and has shorter hair"
  • elizabeth schuyler: "she looks like natasha too!"
  • david jacobs: "he looks nice. is he dating the kid with the broken arm? they'd be cute together"
  • ram sweeney: "he looks like my high school boyfriend. i hated my high school boyfriend"
  • peggy schuyler: "does she work at the fancy strip club too?"
  • jeremy heere: "he... he looks like his childhood was rough. i don't know why"
  • wendla bergmann: "is she dating the bloody girl? they look like they'd be dating"
  • heidi hansen: "she looks stressed out. someone help her"
  • cosette: "she looks nice but she also looks like she needs help"

One of my D&D characters, Finn, almost died at the session tonight and I got so scared and worried but just as he was on his last death saving throw, the half elf monk girl in our party (that he’s kinda already had a crush on for a time now) stabilized him, saving him. The moment the battle was over he just hugged her really tight and thanked her over and over, completely bloody and beat up but alive thanks to her. And now he’s basically in love with her and they’re both so cute I wanna draw all the shippy things of them ahhhhhhhhhhh bless

Just started Alloy of Law!

I honestly had been putting off starting this, because of re-reading Stormlight Archive and having Way Too Many Feels.  I needed time to recover.  But I finally started it (read through chapter 7), and so far am loving it!  I haven’t exactly avoided spoilers, but I also haven’t actually looked anything up, so I’m going in pretty blind :-)

  • I barely got through the first page before the setting felt super real
  • Lessie yes!
  • That gallery is terrifying, Bloody Tan really is a psychopath…
  • Lessie noooooo!
  • Of all the magic systems Branden Sanderson has written, I think the ones in Mistborn are my favorite to read
  • I feel Steris’s 20 page write-up on a spiritual level. Like yes, I,too, would develop extensive documentation if I were about to enter a political marriage
  • Wayne is hilarious and I would support Wax either giving him a big hug or just decking him in the face
  • Wax is drawn to the mists just like Vin :-)
  • So many shoutouts to era 1, like I think there were three or four on a single page at one point
  • Is it weird that I kinda want a textbook on the religions of Scadrial?  Like, give me chapters about the philosophy and practices of following the Path, or the Church of the Survivor, or whatever other religion people happen to follow
  • Wayne’s shenanigans give me life
  • The fact that as soon as he realized Marasi recognized him he just full-on let her be in on the conversation was pretty great
  • Marasi: Oh no!  We’re being attacked by a hoard of armed, dangerous men!  Better take notes!
  • Wax and Wayne fighting is a thing be behold, like these guys are beyond good at what they do and it’s memorizing to read
  • Wax needs a hug…him freezing in fights is so tragic and so horribly understandable
  • Wayne’s “trading” is hilarious though
  • Wayne in general is hilarious thus far, tbh
  • Until he gets dangerous, then he’s definitely not someone I’d want to tick off
  • Is Marasi an allomancer?  Or even a Twinborn?  Is she a seeker or something?  The way she promises that Steris isn’t an allomancer seems…suspicious to me
  • But maybe I’m just reading into it too much
  • I thought I’d miss the original Mistborn characters, but honestly everyone we’ve met so far is so engaging I really don’t feel like I’m missing anything
  • This book is glorious, and I intend to enjoy it until the unavoidable assault on my feels rips out my heart… :-) 

littleredrxbinhood  asked:

jason once tried to sneak up on tim and he got socked in the face ( 'hELL, I WAS JUST TRYING TO SURPRISE YOU' ''WELL YOU SHOULD'T HAVE SNUCK UP ON ME'' 'THAT'S THE POINT OF A SURPRISE, TIMBERS' ) tim said he was sorry afterwards while jason just slumped against a wall with a bloody nose, sulking.

OMG YES!!!
and Tim’s like “you know I have really good reflexes Jason it’s not my fault,we were all trained by Bruce.“Then Jason looks at him with his nose still bleeding and smirks. “Ok Timbers” “I guess you won’t need that surprise kiss I tried to give you huh?”
And Tim just stands there speechless,until Jason moves closer stands in front of him and says,“Or we can do this the old fashion way”

anonymous asked:

Can you do a TFLN between H's girl and Niall but like Niall is her best friend or something and Harry's asking for hr number and Niall wants to make sure its ok to give him xx

I’ve kind of done something similar to this request and I think this one will fit in perfectly with that; TFLN #112. TFLN #138. x

Niall. Missus.

Harry told me that you both got on really well at my party. That’s great!

I told you he’s a great guy.

He was so lovely, Niall. 

He kept getting me drinks when I was out of juice, talking to me even though people were eager to have a conversation with him during the night, he gave me his jacket because your house got cold, and, he was just so interested in me and getting to know me. 

He hasn’t shut up about you.

Really?

He’s so sad you had to go back home. He wants to catch the train to see you and have a coffee with you. Honestly. When he’s not in the booth, he’s talking about you.

In fact, he even talks about you in the booth. He’s smitten.

Oh, my god.

He wants you number.

Why didn’t you exchange numbers? I could scold you, right now. Like your father would do if he found out you’d been underage drinking. I thought you would have.

I forgot! 

We were so caught up in getting to know one another that it never popped up in conversation. When he took me home in the car that came for him, we shared a kiss on the cheek before he said goodbye.

Didn’t walk me to my door but that’s a good thing because my neighbours are nosey fuckers.

Also, I think one of the small girls is a huge fan of him because I’ve seen her wear your shirts. She has a school bag with your face on, too. As sweet as she is, I can’t have my neighbours spreading so much crap.

YOU KISSED!?

Maybe.. 

Yes. We shared a small peck on the cheek. He kissed me on the cheek and I gave him one back and then I climbed out the car, waved goodbye and then ran up the stairs to my flat.

HE MISSED OUT THAT DETAIL.

Why are you talking in all-caps? You’re like a teenage girl fangirling over your own band, you idiot.

That’s so great for you! The first male action you’ve had in years!

Piss off, you wanker.

God, I bloody hate you sometimes.

I see why he hasn’t shut up about you.

The girl he really likes gave him a kiss.

You make it sound like he told you I sucked his cock and fondled his balls. 

You would jump to that opportunity if he offered for you to be the one to do that to him.

I’m not even going there with you, Niall.

Oh, come on, love!

If you were his girlfriend, you’d get to suck his cock and fondle his balls all you like.

Can you shut up? I kissed him on the cheek. Jesus Christ.

I’m just playing around with you, love.

You always embarrass me.

I’m sorry. 

..

.

Is it okay to give it to him?

Of course it is.

He’ll be so happy. Expect a text or a phone call later on today or tomorrow. We’re a little swamped in the studio right now. Especially Harry; he wants to focus on nailing his vocals today.

How are you talking to me?

It’s lunchtime. I’m eating my food. They all popped out to the cafeteria down the road to get some sandwiches. 

Ahhhh. 

It’s definitely okay to give him your number?

It’s more than okay, Niall. 

Thank you.

For what?

For this chance to meet someone. Harry’s great.

I’m glad to have been matchmaker. x

anonymous asked:

I just read your story and it's amazing!! 💗And I was just wondering if you could do a scene where Louis wants to be the big spoon for once? (Like a little ficlit?)

“Really?” Harry asks disbelievingly, one eyebrow raised. He leans back against the headboard, folding one of his arms behind his head just for the way Louis’ eyes dart to his biceps for a millisecond. “Really?”

Keep reading

hello-starshine  asked:

I love this blog so much omfg!!💓 I was wondering if you could do a murdoc x reader where he tries to make the reader feel sexy on an "off day"? 💕 pls

I hope this is okay!💕❣️


“Baaaaabe!” Murdoc shouted, walking down the corridor searching for you. You hadn’t been downstairs all day, not even for food, and it was confusing him. Even if you planned to spend the entire day in bed you’d nip down to get some snacks or a drink. However today, you’d just been up there, in you and Mudz’ room all day.
He opened the door to see you standing in front of the mirror in your underwear, poking at your stomach and thighs, tears rolling town your cheeks. He looked at you for a moment, admiring your body. As much as he knew this really wasn’t the time for this; he couldn’t help himself.
He quietly walked into the room, closing the door softly behind him.
“You okay, love?” He asked, making you jump with his sudden presence.
“Murdoc! I- I’m fine yeah, I was just-” he cut you off mid sentence, pulling you into a tight hug.
“You don’t have to pretend to be okay for me, you know. I may not know how to deal with feelings, but I’m here for you no matter what.”
His words were uncharacteristically sweet- but you appreciated them.
You looked up, tears still rolling down your cheeks. He cupped your face, wiping the tears away with his thumbs.
“Is this about how you look?” He asked, continuing to wipe away the tears.
“Yes..” you whispered, voice breaking.
“Why?” He asked, stepping back from you and staring down your body. His gaze made you nervous- it made you feel vulnerable. He may be your boyfriend, but it just made you feel like he was inspecting you- taking in all of your imperfections.
“Your bloody perfect” he said, walking close to you again, placing his hands gently on your hips.
“Really?” You sniffled, looking up at him.
“Definitely” he smiled, kissing you softly.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing back.
The kiss grew more heated, your bodies being pressed closer to eachother, moving towards the bed.
“Now then,” Murdoc whispered in your ear between kissing your neck.
“How about I show you just how hot you are, darlin?”

anonymous asked:

I don't know if the drabble offer is still on the table, but since you mentioned being a HP writer... the HP/YOI stories I've seen feature Yuuri as a Hufflepuff or Gryffindor. Give me a Slytherin Yuuri, please? ;D

Yuuri sighed at the line of new first years already pushing each other and trying to prove why they would be the best Slytherins that Hogwarts had seen in a generation.  That this time Slytherin was going to win the House Cup and it would be all because of them.  One even insisted that they were going to replace whoever was the Seeker on the Quidditch team, which okay, if they really thought they could, more power to them, he guessed though Yuuri had no intention of giving up his spot on the team.  He’d been the Seeker since Year Three.  Yuuri ran his hand through his hair and straightened his tie and robe.

“I’m Yuuri Katsuki, and as one of the Prefects for Slytherin, I’ve been assigned to show you how to get to the Slytherin quarters in the Dungeons.  Please don’t dawdle and don’t get lost.”

One of the first years who was on the smaller side, even for a first year, got in front of him and crossed his arms.  “You can’t be Yuri.  I’m Yuri.  There can only be one Yuri.”

“Right.  Ok.  I can call you First Year Yuri and you can call me Prefect Yuuri.”  Yuuri looked away, that first year definitely seemed to have the ambition down, but seemed to not have quite much else.  “Just follow me.  If you get lost, just call for the Baron and he’ll lead you to where you need to go, just don’t ask him why he’s bloody.  He doesn’t like that.”

***

“Yuuri!”

Yuuri looked up from his Charms text.  Phichit was launching himself at him at full speed.  He braced for impact from the 5th year Gryffindor.  For good reason, Phichit wrapped his arms around his neck and used Yuuri to stop himself.  “Have you figured out how to get around the wifi and 4G ban?  I really want to post some selfies to instagram.”

“When I do, I’ll be sure to tell you since you posting selfies on instagram is sure to lead to Gryffindor losing all the House points and then you’ll definitely not be winning the House Cup this year.”

“Yuuri, that’s so mean!”

Yuuri poked the new, shiny Prefect badge on Phichit’s robe.  “How you ended up with one of those I’ll never know.”

***

“I’m your new Charms professor, Professor Nikiforov!  Professor Viktor?  No, I guess that Professor Nikiforov is probably the right way to go.  I trained at колдовсторец, before winning the iCaSC for five years in a row.  I’m really looking forward to working with you, especially since you’re my N.E.W.T. level students.”

Yuuri sighed and hid his face behind his Charms textbook.  Viktor Nikiforov was the best Spellcaster in the world and he was going to be the new Charms teacher?!  He’d hoped to compete against him in the iCaSC one day.  Yuuri didn’t know if this was the best thing that could have happened or the worst.

“Mr Katsuki?”

Yuuri yelped and dropped his textbook.  Viktor… no, Professor Nikiforov’s face was just inches from him own, and Yuuri could see the flecks of deeper blue in his ocean colored eyes.  He swallowed heavily.

“Mr Katsuki, will you show me your ice sculpture spell?  I hear it is quite phenomenal.”  Professor Nikiforov’s smile was absolutely blinding and Yuuri felt his heart thump hard in his chest.  

“Uh… okay.”  He could do this.  He could impress his idol Viktor Nikiforov with the ice charms that he’d been developing as part of his N.E.W.T. project!


колдовсторец - that Russian Wizarding school…
iCaCS - international Charms and Spellcasting Competition

I haven’t written HP in like FOREVER so I hope this is ok. :)  [Also I wanted to keep the age differences in there so Viktor is a professor – sorry if that makes you uncomfortable, but well, I wrote a lot of teacher student back in HP.  *shrugs*.  The age differences aren’t perfect, but they’re close. BTW Yuuri is a 7th year.]

:D

Draco is….a Cat Person.

Like, he always takes the cat’s side, even though Harry is involved in the fight - and he really loves that idiot, by the way. But just like him, Scarhead is misunderstood as a vicious and cold creature. (Well, he is, but not all the time)

His ass was on my face when I woke up this morning!

“Well,” Draco said, smirking. “You don’t mind when I put my ass on your face, right, Harry?”

Harry gaped at him, a small blush spreading through his cheeks. Which meant he was mad or embarrased, maybe both.

“It’s different, you bloody wanker!”

Draco laughed

///

Granger had once said something about laughing first and last…a muggle proverb, she had called it. Draco couldn’t exactly remember how it went, but for some reason, he felt like like it could be applied to the situation in hand. 

Because Harry bloody Potter was standing in front of him, smiling in victory, holding a puppy between his hands.