i took a bunch but i left some for you

Have You Seen This Painting of A Hallway?

I got this package in the mail from my dad: brown paper wrapping, large but flat, with the word “FRAGILE” written on it in black ink. When I unwrapped it, it was this big, acrylic painting, framed in some sort of bronze-gilded plaster.

The painting itself was of this long hallway full of doors, kind of like you’d see in a fancy hotel. The walls had edging about halfway up, the upper part was painted sort of an off white while the lower half was a crimson red that blended into the carpeting. Between each door was an up-turned light, as well as on the far wall at the end, where the corridor seemed to connect to another hallway running perpendicular to it, disappearing around a corner.

It was really amazing detail, though I wouldn’t call it life-like by any means. Just the sheer amount of intricate pieces to each aspect of the scene showed that the artist really paid attention to every little thing, like somewhere in the world was this hallway, and you could stand in it and hold the painting up in front of you and if it weren’t for the border and the clearly stylized art, you wouldn’t be able to tell where the canvas ended and the real world began.

I called him up and thanked him immediately.

“But where’d you find this?”

“I got it at an auction.”

I kinda figured as much.

So I hung up the painting in my office, just behind my desk, which I realized later wasn’t the best place for it because in order to actually look at it, I had to swivel completely around, but there wasn’t anywhere better really, and once I’d gotten it hung up, I felt less willing to take it back down, so I just left it there. It kind of hung out over my shoulder and watched me work, and every now and then I’d turn around and stare at it and get entranced by it, feeling like I could get up and put my hands in the frame and climb into the painting as if the frame were a window.

Of course, I wouldn’t be writing this if something weird didn’t happen as a result of the painting.

We had a couple friends over, Marc and Sabina, and Marc and I went into my office when the women-folk started talking about knitting, which has become my wife’s new favorite hobby. I went and sat down at my laptop to find a video I had been telling Marc about, and Marc wandered over and started admiring the painting.

“Where’d you get that?”

“My dad bought it at an auction and gave it to me.”

“It’s creepy.”

“It’s not that creepy. It’s kind of… I don’t know.”



I turned around to look at it with him while the video loaded. He got up close and was running his finger over the canvas, feeling the raised acrylic, and I just let my gaze wander over all the details again.

“Huh, I didn’t notice that before.”


“At the end of the hall, there’s some sort of light coming from around the corner, and it’s casting a shadow on the floor.”

I got up and looked closer, because I really hadn’t spent a lot of time studying the far end of the hallway. There was definitely some yellow and some darker colors making what looked like the shadow of a person coming from around the corner. I even reached out and touched it to make sure it wasn’t some trick of the light in the study making it just look like there was this shadow in the painting, but I felt the paint and sure enough it was actually there in the painting.

“See what I mean?” Marc said, “Creepy.”

I genuinely felt weirded out by it. It was one of those moments where you start thinking, Why didn’t I notice this earlier? Was it there to notice?

A couple days later, I was working on a project in my study, and it was like 9:30 at night, and I just couldn’t focus, so I spun around in my chair to look at the painting and I felt this sudden vertigo effect, like the ground wasn’t there and I had to grab my chair to keep from tumbling into emptiness.

You wouldn’t have noticed it if you hadn’t looked at the painting a hundred times like I had. The hallway was long, with exactly six doors. I remember, because I counted them the first day. three on the left, three on the right, each with a little shiny, metal doorknob.

Only now there were seven doors. Three on the left, four on the right. It didn’t make sense. Everything looked proportionally exactly the same, and the far end of the corridor was just as far away, and yet there was a fourth door in the right side of the hallway, with its little metal doorknob. I don’t even know which door was the fourth door, that’s how well it blended in, I just know that there were four doors where once there were three.

“What the hell is going on?”

I turned away in my chair and back to check several times and make sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me, but the number of doors remained constant.

I called my dad again and I asked him, “Is this a trick painting you sent me?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean it keeps changing. I can see it changing.”

“Not as far I know. It was just one in a bunch I picked up all at the same auction.”

After I got off the phone I took the painting down and checked the back for some some of mechanical or digital hocus pocus, but it was all soft canvas so I left it on the floor behind my office chair with the painting facing the wall because the thought of it was freaking me out.

The next day I pulled my wife into my office and held the painting up so she could see it because she hadn’t had a chance to before.

“How many doors are there?” I asked.

She looked it over for a moment. “Seven.”

“When I first got this, there were six.”

She just looked at me like I was being a goofball. “Okay, so which one wasn’t there before?”

“I have no idea.”

“You don’t know which door magically appeared?” and she laughed and gave me a kiss and went back into the other room.

It gets worse.

The next time I chatted with Marc, I told him about the extra door in the painting.

“Are you sure there weren’t seven doors to begin with?”

“Well, I would swear I counted six.”

“Well, if another one shows up, at least Melissa counted seven, and can confirm it then. You know what you should do? You should take a photo of the painting so you can prove it if anything else changes.”

What a great idea, so I got my phone and took a photo of the painting.

Two days went by. Nothing.

On the third day, I walked into my office and there was a man staring at me. Well, I mean… it wasn’t… I can’t say that it was a man or a woman. Hell, I can’t say that it was human. There was a shape at the end of the hallway in my painting. It was oddly lacking in the detail that the rest of the painting had, like someone had hurriedly painted it on. I even ran my hand over it to make sure it wasn’t fresh, that someone hadn’t actually come in and painted over my painting to drive me crazy.

It was really there.

And the look of it scared me more than anything else, changing painting included. I wish I could do it justice with words, but the best I can describe it is that it was human-ish, with legs and arms, but it seemed squat, or hunched, and lopsided, like someone had slapped a blurry Quasimodo onto an otherwise beautiful painting. You couldn’t see the details of its face, but you could see shading on it, defining really warped features. I was almost glad that there wasn’t more detail to it, except that it left just enough to the imagination to give one nightmares.

But I had proof! Here was proof that the painting was changing. So I brought up the file on my laptop to show my wife for comparison, only when I did, the figure was in the photo I took too!

At no point did I start questioning my sanity about all this. Something unnatural and terrifying was going on, so I took the painting out of the house and set it on the curb where we put our trash for pickup. I was so done with that painting.

Or so I thought.

The next evening, when I got home from work, it was gone from the curb. I figured someone had seen it and taken it home, and I waved my hands and said, “Good, now it’s someone else’s problem.” I went in, played with daughter, had dinner, put them to bed, and after watching a show with my wife, went into my office to check my email.

No, the painting wasn’t back on the wall. I made sure of that the moment I walked in the door.

But I got a message from Marc, asking if the painting had changed anymore, and I told him about the creepy new addition and also how I had gotten rid of the painting.

“Oh man, that sounds cool. I wish I’d gotten a chance to see it.”

“Well, I can send you the photo I took of it.”


So I opened the image file.

The thing in the painting had raised its arms.

Before, you could only barely make out the arms hanging at its sides, but now both arms were raised up over its head, and its fingers were spread apart like it was waving hello at me. I think it was waving hello at me.

I zoomed in, as best as I could without pixelating the image, and the shaded contours of the face seemed stretched into a grin.

Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

I sent Marc the file, but the connection kept fucking up, so I put it in a folder on my dropbox account and gave him access to it.

“The file’s corrupted.” He texted me.

I tried to open it as well, but he was right. Every time I copied the image file, somehow it got corrupted.

“It must be the spooky magic.” Marc joked.

“This is no joke. I’m freaking out here.”

“Delete the file if it’s scaring you so bad.”

So I deleted the file.

But it gnawed at me, you know? The painting was still changing, in horrible, terrifying ways, seemingly acknowledging my observation of it, and now it was gone. But if it was gone, why should it matter? If something unholy happens, it’s the problem of whoever has the painting now, right? And they’ll see it changing too, won’t they?

“Oh shit.”

It was two days later, and I was organizing a folder of documents and had accidentally deleted a couple I hadn’t meant to. I went into the Windows recycling bin and –you guessed it– there was the image file along with the documents.

I had to look. I was trembling with dread at the thought of it, but when something so surreal happens to you, you have to witness it and see it through to the end.

I recovered the file and opened it.

The walls of the hallway seemed to be melting. The partition separating the red from the off-white was lower than it had been before, and drooped in places. The ridge on the lights looked like they were peeling off. The carpet seemed less crimson and more reddish brown.

And the figure had taken several steps down the corridor toward the viewer’s perspective. More details had become defined: hair hanging off its head, long and black like it had been painted with a fine-tipped brush, the eyes were little more than dull black points under the shading of the brow. The grin came with teeth, uneven and fat, like those of a child more than an adult. Its arms were extended out on either side of it, touching both walls. One foot was ahead of the other, as if I had caught it mid-step in a game of red light/green light.

I realized I was panting and shaking as I looked at it. It was really hard to breathe, an anxiety attack. The painting was going to make me pass out, just from looking at a digital photo of it.

Quickly, I closed the image to calm myself down, but that suddenly brought forth the thought, What if it progresses every time I look away? The only way to stop it is to keep looking! and I opened the file again.

No change. Oh– no, wait, that wasn’t a new change, I had noticed it before, but it hadn’t dawned on me. One of the doors was open. There was a dim blue light coming from the room inside, moonlight I thought. And just outside the threshold of the door, there was an object lying on the floor.

I zoomed in for better detail.

It was a little, yellow, stuffed lion with a scraggly, orange mane. A child’s toy. Of all the details, the melting hallway, the grinning fiend with arms wide open, the blue light from the open doorway, it was the innocent nature of that little toy lion that filled me with the most dread.

My wife came into the office.

“Come kiss Gabby goodnight.”

I went into her darkened room, where she was wrapped up in blankets in her bed, hugging a half dozen stuffed animals and looking cute as could be. My little darling. I love her so much.

I kissed my daughter goodnight. She kissed me back and hugged her little pillowpet with the built in night light. It glowed through a variety of colors.

“I love you, baby.” I told her.

“Can you get my Simba?”

I looked around. “Where’d you leave it?”

“Over there.” She pointed to the closet. The door was open, and her toy lay on the floor just inside.

Simba, her little, yellow, stuffed lion with the scraggly, orange mane.

Seeing it lying there, just past the threshold of the closet door, while the dim glow of my daughter’s night light faded from red to purple to blue, I felt my heart rise up in my chest. The closet was just a closet. I could see it was just a closet. There were clothes on hangers and bags with toys and blocks in them. They were right there. And yet, as I looked at the stuffed lion lying on the floor, waiting for me, I felt as if I could see carpeting on the floor inside the closet, even though there was none. Carpeting, not in my vision, but in my imagination. And maybe if I went in and shut the door, I’d find that the walls beyond those clothes had a wooden partition, red below, off-white above.

And maybe there was something hunched and terrible shambling its way toward us even as I stood there staring at that toy.

I walked, briskly, trying not to look half as frightened as I was, snatched up Simba and shut the closet door. My breathing was heavy, like I’d just run a mile, and I struggled to avoid gasping for breath as I tried to calm myself down.

“Hey, did that poster fall down?” I asked nobody in particular, then pretended I was trying to adjust a cat poster that had been on the floor by her dresser for months, and shoved the heavy dresser over so that it partially blocked the closet door.

“Here’s Simba, sweety.” I handed the lion to Gabby, gave her a quick hug and kiss, and wished her goodnight before rushing back to my office.

The painting had changed, as I knew it would. The open door was closed, the toy gone from the floor, the hallway was dimly lit with yellow light from the melting lights again. But the thing, that not-quite-human fiend, was standing right outside the now shut door, its body turned to face it with both hands pressed up against the door itself like it was running its hands down it, caressing it, and its head turned toward me, still grinning that awful, frightening grin full of gnashed, crooked teeth.

Oh God how close had it been? No, it’s just a closet! The hallway is not there. It’s not real. None of this is real.

I’ve put up signs around the neighborhood, knocked on doors, asked everyone I know and many I don’t if they know who took the painting. I need to find it and get it back. I want to tear it, shred it in my hands, throw it in a fire and watch it burn to ashes. Jesus God in Heaven, I hope it didn’t end up in some landfill.

I’ve learned the awful truth… All Doors Lead To The Hallway

Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 1/?)

So on my other blog I asked if someone would like series imagine when Montgomery is fwb with reader and because I got over 70 notes at the moment and felt like a rockstar I decided to start a new blog for this and for everything related to 13 reasons why.

1. It’s going to be a series, so they haven’t gotten really close yet.
2. English is not my first language, I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes or something, if you spot any, feel free to let me know :)

It was last Friday before school started again and Bryce decided to throw his typical huge pool party. You didn’t really feel like coming but Sheri called you about 50 times in last two days asking you to come and you finally gave up.
“Mom, I’m leaving! See you tomorrow!”, you shouted leaving the house. Your parents let you stay at Sheri’s place so you didn’t have to worry about coming home and still being a little buzzed.
“Bye honey, have a nice time!”, you heard your mom when you were closing the door.
Jeff, you best friend, was already here, waiting for you in his car.
“Jeez, I always have to wait for you”, he said when you got in.
“It’s nice to see you too, Jeffrey”, you ignored his moaning.
“Don’t make me wait for you after the party, or I will leave you there", he threatened, but you knew it was a joke.
You have known each other since you were 5 years old, he’s for you like a brother and he treats keeping Bryce away from you as his full time job.
“I’m staying at Sheri’s place so you don’t have to wait, don’t worry”, you smiled at him.
“Someone’s gonna get wasted today, huh?”
“I don’t know yet, Sheri made me go", I shrugged my arms.
Fifteen minutes lates we were at Bryce’s place, Jeff stopped the car and you went at the back of the house.
“Yooo, Jeff, Y/N!”, Justin Foley was the first one to notice you two.
“Hi Justin”, you answered looking for Sheri.
“Hey, you”, suddenly she jumped on you from behind. “ You got everything?”
“Yep, ready for sleepover”, you smiled.
“ Great!”, she clapped. “Where’s your bathing suit? Get changed and lets go to the pool”
“It’s already on me”, you let her look under your t-shirt dress.
“What do you have there, I wanna see too”, you hear Montgomery as he comes to you and Sheri and he puts his arms around your and her shoulders.
“You’re funny man, Monty, really funny”, you clapped his chest, and go with Sheri to put your stuff next to hers.
“I think he has a thing for you”, she said.
“Who, Monty?”, you laughed. “Come on, he has a thing for anything that moves”.
Suddenly someone grabbed you around the waist and throwed you into the pool.
“What the fuck?!”, you screamed when you resurfaced out of the water and saw who throwed you in. “Zach, you know I can’t swim”.
“Yeah, that’s why Justin waits right there, to grab you if there was a need”.
You turned around and saw Justin standing behind you.
“ Great, but couldn’t you wait until I take my dress off?”, you asked.
“Come on, we’ll grab some drinks, you’ll hang your dress on chair, it will be dry in less than hour”, Sheri gave you her hand and helped you get out of the pool.
You are a simple girl, you see vodka, you mix it with cola and so you did this time. You took of your dress and suddenly Monty showed up out of nowhere.
“I will wait in the pool”, Sheri mumbled and went to the pool as fast as glass full of drink let her.
“Lookin’ good, Y/N”, he said as he eyed you up and down.
You took a straw, put it in the glass, turned towards him, put it in your mouth and took a sip looking straight in his face while he stared at your lips probably imagining the straw was his dick.
Fucking horny bastard , you thought to yourself.
“In your dreams, Montgomery, in your dreams”, you walked past him.
“We’ll see”, he whispered.
You went to the pool and sat next to Sheri.
“Hi, guys”, Jessica swam to you. “What did you said to Monty, he stares at you all the time”, she asked.
“I told you”, Sheri punched your arm.
“And I told you”, you punched her too, “that he stares at anything that moves”.
“Well, yeah, it’s Montgomery, but…”, Jess took a break to take a sip of her drink, “there are bunch of hot girls in bathing suit today and he stares ONLY at you”.
“Probably because I’m one of very few left that didn’t make out with him”.
“You know, that if you do it some time, we won’t judge you”.
“Okay, I will make it clear”, you put your glass at the edge of the pool. “I admit, he’s fucking handsome and… I mean… Look at those abs. But other than that he’s so fucking stupid, typical arrogant jock, hot head that is first to fight”
“Alright then”, Sheri smiled.
All three of you are in the cheerleaders team so you spend some time talking about new routines and moves you could incorporate.
“Ladies”, Justin and Jeff came up to you, “ We need two of you to play a round of beer pong with us”.
“You drink, Atkins?”, you asked.
“No, I’m just gonna throw the ball, someone else is gonna do the drinking part”
It was obvious Jess is gonna play with Justin and because Sheri wasnt really into drinking games you had to play with Jeff.
“I just finished my drink, so I’m in, just bring me my dress” you pointed it as you didn’t want to walk past bunch od jockes wearing only bathing suit.
“Yes, ma'am”, he went to grab it and you slowly got out of the water.
You and Jess both were terrible at beer pong, so the game lasted ages and more and more people were gathering around the table waiting for their turn. You throw a ball and missed again.
“ Oh fuck me, Y/L/N”, Monty rolled his eyes.
“You wouldn’t handle this, babe”, you answered and everyone giggled waiting for him to response. Justin giggled so much he missed the shot while Jessica and Sheri stand speechless with their mouths open.
“Alright”, he said with a halfsmile.
Few hours later it got chillier, so you get in hot tub with few other people.
“Guys, I gotta go”, Jeff came over to say bye.
“You leaving?”
“Yeah, I promised dad to help him in the morning”, he said. “Girls”, he turned to you and Sheri, “if you need a ride home just call me.”
“My dad will pick us up, but thank you”, Sheri said.
“Okay, see you on Monday”
“Bye, Jeff”, you waved at him.
Some time later Sheri went to help other girl get to the bathroom, cause she felt sick and Justin and Jessica left too after you told them to get a room when the started heavy make out session. You soon regret it, cause suddenly it was only you and Montgomery. He got into got tub, holding to shots of tequila.
“Will you do me this honor?”, he handed you one of the shots.
“Whatever”, you rolled your eyes and drank tequila looking him right in the eyes.
“So…”, he started with a cocky grin on his face. “It’s just two of us. In a hot tub. Wearing barely anything”
“I already said it today, but I will repeat it for you”, you lean a little bit towards him, “this time read my lips. In. Your. Dreams. Monty”.
“Oh really?”, he asked still looking at your lips.
You felt his hand softly going up and down your back, you could’ve moved away but somehow you didn’t want to. He grabbed your waist, pull you closer and basically attacked you with his lips. And again, you didn’t push him away. Instead, you tucked your fingers into his hair pulling yourself even closer to him. You still hated him as a person, nothing has changed, but there was something about his kisses and his touch, you didn’t know what it was, but you didn’t want it to stop. It made shivers going down your spine. You felt him smiling as he moved his lips to your ear.
“Liberty high’s sweetheart also has needs, huh?”, he whispered and started kissing your neck. Alright, Monty came back to being Monty.
You felt his abs clenched under your touch.
Oh boy, I will fuck you up and you will not like it , you thought.
You felt him sucking your collarbone.
“No hickeys, Monty”, you slightly moved away.
“As you wish”, he pulled you back closer, started kissing you jaw. His hands went from your thighs, to your butt, squized it, went higher up to untie your bra.
“Easy boy”, you moved away from him, he couldn’t reach your back anymore so he placed them on your thighs moving closer again.
“No, no, no”, you whispered putting your foot on his strategic place and rub it gently.
Seeing grin of satisfaction on his face, you slowly came closer, but he wasted no time, grabbed you by your hips, put on his lap and kissed you again. You took his hands and put them on edges of hot tub.
“Keep your hands to yourself”, you said looking him in the eyes.
Your hands went slowly through his elbows to shoulders and down chest to the abs. You sucked his bottom lip, put tip of finger under his boxers and moved it from hip to hip. You felt him growing under you.
“Do I turn you on?”, you asked getting of his lap, placing your hands on the inside of his thighs.
“God, you’re so hot”, he whispered.
“Y/N!”, you heard Sheri.
What a perfect timing.
“Yep?”, you asked.
She was standing in the entrance and couldn’t see you from there but you still moved as far away from Monty as possible.
He looked confused as fuck.
“My dad is here, we gotta go”, she shouted.
“Okay, I’m coming”.
“I’ll bring you a towel, so you can dry yourself”, she went back inside.
“What the fuck are you doing?”, Montgomery asked, still confused.
“Liberty high’s fuckboy also can get played, huh?”, you whispered into his ear.
You left the hot tub.
“Get back in here!”
“Or what? You gonna chase me around with your boner?”
You saw Sheri coming up.
“It was fun”, you said louder.
“Here”, she gave you a towel.
“Thanks”, you started drying yourself.
“Boys are inside, they have some weed if you want”.
“Thanks, Sheri, I’m good”, de la Cruz tried his best to sound normal.
Sheri helped you pick up your stuff, you looked at Montgomery, saw him biting his fist. You put your dress on and grab your stuff.
“Good talk, Monty, see you on Monday”, you waved and followed Sheri to the car with a smile of the satisfaction on your face.

Let me know what you think, is it okay if I write in second person (is that even second person)? More action and more smut coming soon x


Guzma doodles from things I’ve been doing in my free time. (holy crap my last Guzma drawing took off. 70+ notes!)

Also tried my hand at Golisopod. Used the ref on the top left of the drawing. Thought I should include it somewhere. I messed up so much though, even with a ref right in my face. Ah well, practice makes perfect as they say.

Also also also.

Happy 26th Birthday to me. I bred a shiny Wimpod for myself as a present.

Safe Space (13 Reasons Why/Riverdale Imagine)

Description: Hannah’s tapes and suicide become too much for you, so you leave.

Request: Yes

A/N: I can’t find the request right now, but someone requested a 13rw/Riverdale crossover a while back, and I just finished season one of Riverdale. This will be a series.

You had had enough with the tapes. Your boyfriend, Zach, told you all about them and how he felt controlled by them. He wasn’t sleeping. He was hurt. You hated Hannah for hurting him like this. You didn’t know her well; you had only had history class with her. She never really talked to you, and you had never really talked to her. When you found out Zach had to speak as a part of her trial, you were done. You couldn’t stay at Liberty High and watch they person you love more than anything get hurt. One night, you grabbed your keys and some clothes and just drove. You got on the freeway and drove until morning. You knew this would hurt Zach, but you just had to get away from the toxic mess that was Liberty High and the Baker family. You were hungry and tired, so you took the next exit.


It looked promising. You found a restaurant, Pop’s. It claimed to have food and coffee, so you parked your car and walked in. You stood by the door and immediately felt like an outsider. Every booth was full of teenagers drinking milkshakes and eating burgers. “Can I help you?” a nice voice asked. You looked at his name tag Pop. It was the man himself.

“Can I get a coffee?”

“Sure,” he said as he turned to brew it. “Gotta make a new pot. It’ll take a few minutes.”

“Thank you. I’m in no rush,” you smiled.

“You’re not from here, are you?”

“No, sir.”

“I just don’t recognize you, and I know everyone that comes around here.”

“I see,” you said. “I’m just visiting. This town seemed nice enough.”

“Riverdale is in some trouble. Be careful.”

“Hey, Pop,” a voice behind you said.

“Archie,” Pop looked at him. “Need a booth for the crew?”

“Just me today. Can I get a milkshake?”

“Coming up.”

“Oh, hey,” he said as he sat next to you at the bar. “I’m Archie.” He offered his hand,


“What brings you to Riverdale, (Y/N)?”

“The highway. I had to get away from my town.”

“Any reason why?”

Why not tell this stranger everything? It’s not like you were ever going to see him again. “This girl killed herself, and apparently my boyfriend is one of the reasons why” you grumbled.

“Here’s your coffee, Miss.”

“Thank you,” you said as you pulled out your wallet.

“Here,” the redhead gave him a couple of bills.

“Thank you,” you mumbled.

“No problem…so tell me about this girl.”

“Well, I heard from my boyfriend that she left behind a bunch of tapes. And each tape is centered around a person and what they did that made her kill herself. My boyfriend is one of them.”

“What did he do?”

“I don’t even know. He just took notes out of her compliment bag or some stupid shit like that.”

“She made tapes blaming other people for-”

“Yeah, and Zach is being weird about everything and he had to speak in a trial about her and I just couldn’t do it anymore, so I left.”

“You couldn’t do it anymore? Sounds like he needed you.”

“Zach doesn’t need me. He hasn’t talked to me in like a week.”

“Sounds rough, but I gotta warn you, Riverdale isn’t going to be your safe space,” he said as he took a sip of his milkshake that was finally ready.

“What do you mean?”

“We have a death of our own that we’re trying to figure out.”




“A kid was murdered this past summer, and no one knows who did it. My best friends are trying to figure it out.” Three kids walked into the restaurant as if one cue.

“Archie!” a blonde girl said. “Were you at the river on July fourth?”

“With Miss Grundy?” a darker haired girl chimed in.

“Jughead? You told them?” Archie said to the only other guy.

“They figured it out.”

“Were you there or not?” the blonde one almost yelled.

“Wait…I know I’m new, but who’s this?” the darker haired one said again.

“(Y/N),” you said. “Just passing through.

“People don’t just pass through Riverdale,” Jughead said. “I’m Jughead Jones.”

“I’m Veronica Lodge,” the “new” girl said.

“Betty Cooper,” you blonde one finally muttered. “This really isn’t the best time to be ‘passing through’ Riverdale.”

“Guys, be nice. She has her own problems. Her friend killed herself.” Great this Archie kid was broadcasting your whole story to the new town.

“I’m so sorry,” Veronica said as she put a hand on your shoulder.

“She wasn’t my friend,” you rolled her eyes. “She was an acquaintance who blamed my boyfriend and a bunch of other people for her death.”

“That’s kind of weird,” Jughead looked at you. “And that’s coming from me.”

Nothing in common.

Can you please do a Daryl x Reader imagine? They’ve been close friends since the beginning but once they get to Alexandria they start falling apart. They find out that they have nothing in common (he like rock/she likes hiphop, he likes horror/she likes comedy etc.) and that she has more in common with Spencer who she starts getting close to. This makes Daryl really jealous and protective of her and maybe it ends in smut if you’re down for it? I love this blog :)

It’s smut, and I don’t know why it turned out super long, but I hope you like it! 💕

Daryl has been your friend since the beginning, you became close when you thought you had a lot in common: two strong people who always tried to ensure the group’s safety even if they often preferred to be alone, but once you arrived to the new community, you realised that that was pretty much all you had in common.

They gave you two houses, and being the cautious, suspicious people you are, Daryl and you went inside before anyone else to examine them.

You open one of the drawers under the television and find a collection of DVDs.

“Look, they got movies”, you tell Daryl as you crouch to check what they have.

“Look”, you chuckle as you go through lines and lines of movies packed together. You grab a few of them and read the titles out loud for Daryl to hear. “They got Ghostbusters, The Philadelphia Story, Tootsie…”

A chuckle lingers in your lips as you take your eyes off the DVDs, only to find Daryl shifting his eyes between you and the movies you had in your hand.

“What’s that?”, he asks as he furrows his brow.

“Comedy films”, you tell him. “They’re classics!”

“Never seen ‘em”, he says and goes to the drawer where you found them.

“They’re good”, you say, but you see him shake his head.

“I don’t think so, I never liked comedy.”

He takes boxes of DVDs and pushes them away until he finds a couple of them that he likes.

Psycho, Evil Dead”, he shows you the films he found. “Those are good movies.”

“I’d never see them”, you tell him while shaking your head and pretending that a shiver went down your spine. “Too scary.”

“Really?”, he raises an eyebrow; he thinks is ironic that those movies scare you, even now, after living worse things that they show on screens.

“Yeah”, you roll your eyes. “I’ve hated those movies even before this happened.”

Neither of you talk about it again, instead, you go upstairs to check the bedrooms.

You go inside one of the rooms; the walls are white, and all the lamps are off, so the blushing light of sunset that enters gives you a pale pink vibe. You search the drawers, and again find something interesting. There’s a pile of CDs, fewer than the amount of DVDs you found earlier, but you like what you see.

You always liked hip hop, and you surely would enjoy some alone time, listening to the music you’ve been longing to hear and relaxing for a moment. But then you shake your head and put the CDs back where you found them, you could’t relax now that you were in a foreign town, surrounded by strangers.

“Hey, (Y/N)”, you hear Daryl’s voice. He’s climbing down from the attic and he has something in his hands.


“Check this out”, he found CDs as well, and he parades them to you. “Motorhead, Sonic YouthSlayer! Damn, this shit’s good.”

“What?”, you repeat, but with a more confused tone.

“Music”, he says gruffly and shows you the CDs again, as if it should be obvious to you that that’s the kind of music that he likes.

“Oh, sure”, you nod along. “Let’s take a look at the other house.”


The whole group spends the night together at the living room of one of the houses, it does’t matter how nice the people acted or how widely their smiles spread over their mouths, it was better to stick together, at least the first night there.

Daryl leans on a window, resting his head but keeping his eyes open. He’s looking outside, guarding the place. His beautiful blue eyes are shining as he squints them and his hair is sticking to his face with sweat and dirt, he’s the only one who didn’t run to the bathroom and took a shower as soon as you arrived to Alexandria, but you still think he looks handsome. You smile to yourself as you watch him from the floor, you just found out you have nothing in common as you used to think, but he’s still your best friend and you love him.

Daryl didn’t sleep that night, but you did. When you wake up, you find everyone placing their pillows on the couch, above the pile of blankets they already folded. You get up immediately and do the same with your blanket.

Daryl didn’t get a job yesterday, but you did, so you take a quick shower and put on the clothes that a lady gave you before getting out of the house and walking to your new workplace: Deanna’s house. She saw something in you that she didn’t see in anyone else, and she wanted you to work with her and help her run the community.

You knock on her door and after waiting for a few seconds, someone opens the door. It’s not Deanna, though; it’s a tall man, with light brown hair that twists on his head in loose curls.

“Hey”, he greets, his brown eyes set on your face. “You’re (Y/N), right?”

“Yeah, that’s me”, you say and smile back to him.

“Great. My mom told me you’d come”, he steps aside and pulls the door with him, so you know you can go inside. “Come in.”

“Thanks”, you say and walk inside with him.

“She’s in her office”, he leads you down the hall. “I’m Spencer, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you”, you smile again, and he does too. He stops right in front of a door and knocks on it, and after a female voice says ‘come in’, he opens it.

“I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot of each other, now that you’ll be working with my mom”, he says with a grin.

“I’m sure.”

“See you around, (Y/N)”, he smiles one last time and walks away. You step into the office and greet Deanna, she tells you to take a seat around the desk she’s been working on and talks to you about the plans of expansion she’s been thinking about. You listen carefully, and for the rest of the day, you try to do your job without thinking of her son’s cute smile.

Deanna finally lets you go, it’s been a long day but you enjoyed it, it’s a little more fun than killing walkers and having dark blood splattered all over you. Before you walk out of the house, you’re interrupted by Spencer.

“Hey”, he stands beside the door and leans casually on the wall. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I left some movies on one of your houses.”

“Oh, yeah”, you remember, they’re in the house that you’re not occupying yet.

“Do you think I could go get them?”, he asks. “Some of my favourites are there, and I’d like to watch them tonight.”

“Sure”, you say and open the door. “Let’s go.”

When you arrive to the house that you’ve left unoccupied, he goes to the drawers under the TV and grabs a bunch of movies. When he has what he needs, he closes the drawer and walks back to the door.

“Thanks for letting me come here”, he smiles, and you take a look at the films he took. He has some interesting titles there, some of your favourites too.  

“No problem”, you answer without taking your eyes off of the DVDs he’s got there. “You like The Big Lebowski?

“You’re kidding? It’s one my favourite movies, I love it!”

“I love it too”, you raise your eyebrows in surprise and giggle a little.

“Do you want to—”, he vaguely points back to his house. “Do you want to watch it with me?”

“I’d love to”, you say, with the obvious blank left for a ‘but’. “But I don’t think my group would be okay with that.”

“Of course”, he nods in understanding. “That’s okay, we can watch it some other time.”

“Sure, that would be awesome”, you press your lips together in a smile, and he leaves.

Then, you leave to and walk towards the other house. Daryl sees you getting out of the house, and he also saw how Spencer walked out of there a few seconds before you. He frowns and watches you as you walk up the porch steps.

“Hi”, you say joyfully, happy to see him after a long day without him.

“Hey”, he answers gruffly, with his rough voice. You think it’s strange that he talks to you like that, you’ve heard him speak with that voice to the people he distrusts or doesn’t know as well as he knows you; but you don’t linger on it, and you go inside the house.

As you’re having dinner with the rest of the group, Rick asks all of you how was your day. A couple of chuckles are heard around the table; those words put together have lost their meaning with time, and it’s strange —even a little funny— hearing them after so long.

“It was okay”, Tara answers.

“But Aiden is an idiot”, Glenn mutters, and Maggie pats his back softly.

“What about you, (Y/N)?”, Rick sets his eyes on you as he drives the fork to his mouth.

“It was good, I liked working with Deanna”, you say and Rick nods, pleased with your answer.

“You made any friends?”, Daryl asks abruptly, and everyone take their eyes from their plates and fixed them on him.

“Uh, well, Deanna is very nice”, you tell him. “But I don’t think I’d call her my friend just yet.”

He keeps his stare on you, but doesn’t say anything else. Everyone go back to their plates, and keep eating their dinner.


As you arrived to Deanna’s house, you found a van parked in the middle of the street. Glenn, Tara and Noah are there, packing supplies in the back and preparing their guns. You greet them, but before you can go into the house, you see that Spencer is there as well.

“Hey”, his voice is raspy but you find it sexy.

“Hi”, you smile. “Where are you going?”
“Nicholas got hurt in the last run, so Aiden asked me to replace him today.”

You nod. “Be careful.”

“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing”, he gives you a flirty grin and leans on the truck, flexing his arm.

You laugh, a little flirty laugh and almost innocently bite your lower lip. Daryl can see you from one of the houses; he’s sitting on the porch, with his fists clenched and his blood boiling. He hates seeing you with Spencer, and the flirty looks you exchanged with him are like daggers to his chest. He has never felt that way before, but it’s so frustrating to him, that he feels like he wants to kill Spencer.


Days go by, and Daryl has spent them in the house because Deanna hasn’t give him a job yet. You are in your room, trying to relax by laying on your bed with your feet up while you’re reading a book you took from Deanna’s library.

Someone knocks on the door, but you don’t pay attention to it, Daryl spends most of the day sitting on the porch, taking care of his crossbow.

“What do you want?”, he asks violently as Spencer stands before the door.

“Hi, I’m Spencer”, he introduces himself and extends his hand, but Daryl doesn’t even look at it.

“What do you want?”, he repeats.

“Is (Y/N) home?”, Spencer asks, and Daryl feels like he could easily shoot an arrow through his head.


“My mom told me it’s her day off”, he says. “And I was wondering if she wanted to come to my house, and watch a movie or something.”

“She doesn’t”, Daryl says bluntly. Spencer frowns and scoffed lowly.

“I think I’d rather talk to her.”

“I think you better get the fuck out of here.”

“Listen, man—”, Spencer was about to say something to defend himself, but Daryl didn’t let him.

“No, you listen, go away before I put an arrow in your skull”, he threatens with his crossbow in hand. Spencer looks defiantly at him, but decides to leave anyway.

Daryl puts his crossbow in the floor; he doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, he just threatened to kill a man just because he wanted to talk to you. He blames it on the pressure of being confined in those houses, or maybe it’s being under the constant looks of dozens of strangers, but he also feels that it’s about you.

A week after his little encounter with Spencer, Daryl founds you talking to him again. You’re on the sidewalk, just talking, but Spencer is too close to you. Daryl sees how you laugh at something he said and you bump his chest playfully. This enrages him, he feels anger building up in his stomach and he feels like his head is going to explode. He stomps his way towards you and once he’s there, grabs Spencer by the collar of his shirt and throws him to the ground.

“Daryl, what the fuck?!”, you yell at him, but he isn’t listening.

He starts punching Spencer in the face, over and over again.

“Daryl, stop!”, you yell again and try to pull him off of Spencer by his shoulders, but he firmly keeps himself on him.

Spencer gives him a strong punch to the jaw, which makes Daryl fall to the ground; Spencer gets on his feet and kicks Daryl in the ribs before he can stand up.

“Stop!”, you scream desperately at Spencer. You didn’t like to see Daryl beating Spencer, but you hated seeing Spencer so much as laying a hand on Daryl.

Spencer gets on his knees over Daryl and punches him in the face like he did.

“Get off of him!”, you tell Spencer and pull him off of Daryl. He falls on his butt and looks up at you.

“He started it!”, he points at Daryl. You don’t say anything, instead, you help Daryl get off the ground, but as soon as he does, he tries to run back to Spencer, who backs away immediately.

You take Daryl back to the house and grab the first aid kit. You make him sit on the couch and let you clean his wounds.

As you pour water on his face, he pulls back and hisses, but you keep his head in place.

“Why did you do that?”, you ask him calmly, but he can hear the anger in your voice. But rather than angry, you’re disappointed in him; you were trying to show those people that you weren’t savages, that you could live in harmony with them, but Daryl did exactly the opposite.

“He hit me too!”, he yells at you.

“You attacked him, I was there!”, you yell back.

“Yeah, but…”, he makes a pause. “It’s your fault!”

“You’re the one flirting with him and all that shit!”, he says angrily.

“So?”, you arch an eyebrow as you put a bandaid on the wound on his forehead, and another on the one on his left cheek.

“He’s an asshole, you don’t deserve someone like him”, he says in a more tranquil tone, which makes you think that he’s not quite telling you the truth.

“You wanna know what I think?”, you sit next to him on the couch. “I think you’re jealous.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”, he grimaces. “I’m not.”

“Oh, please!”, you laugh. “You’re not jealous? Not even a little bit?”

“No”, he says and pretends to be disgusted by the thought of it.

“So you’re not jealous that I talk to Spencer?”, you ask, and he shakes his head. “Or that I touch his hair, his arm, his chest?”

You ghost your fingers over his arm, and he swallows hard. “No”, he answers hoarsely.

“You’re not jealous that I’ve kissed him, touched his mouth with my tongue?”, you softly graze his ear with the tip of your tongue. You’re lying, but Daryl doesn’t know that. You hear him breathing heavily, but his answer is the same. “And that I’ve been in his room, naked?”

You bite your lip seductively, and Daryl’s chest heaves with his rough inhalations. You take your hand from his arm to his stomach, and slowly move your fingers downward.

“Daryl”, you say his name in a hot murmur. “You’re not jealous that I fucked him?”

He pushes you on the couch so you’re laying on your back. He’s looking down at you and breathing so heavily above you that you feel his chest touch yours when he inhales.

You part your lips and give him a grin. “So you’re not jealous?”

Daryl doesn’t answer, he knows there’s no need to anymore. He kisses you roughly, but he pulls away almost immediately to take off your clothes. He remembers how you told him that you’ve been naked in Spencer’s room, and it just makes him angrier. He rips your shirt off and pulls your jeans down too violently, almost painfully. You would care if you weren’t as turned on as you are now; you’re not sure if you loved Daryl as something more than a friend, but you’re sure you want him now.

You take his shirt and pull it over his head, then you throw it away. You struggle with the button of his pants, your fingers are shaking and goosebumps coat your body. He unclasps it and pulls his pants down along with his underwear.

You spread your legs and Daryl kneels between them, he grabs your ankles and pull you closer, then he throws your legs over him and you wrap them around his waist. As soon as his member touches you over your underwear, you moan and feel your chest jump with a sharp breath.

Daryl tears your wet panties apart with a savage rip of the delicate fabric, and thrusted into you. A gasp and a moan mingled in your throat when you felt him entering you so roughly.
You hear him grunting, and gaze up at him. He’s looking at you, his fierce look is locked on yours as he rams himself into you. Your breathing is fast and heavy, and you arch your back as a moan leaves your lips.

Daryl goes harder and harder, he’s been so angry and frustrated that he wants to take it all out on you, to show you that you don’t need anyone else but him to make you moan. You throw your arms around his neck and pull his head down, you kiss him and run your fingers through his hair, as your tongue delves his mouth.

He thrusts harder and you whimper, falling back to the couch. His hair is trapped in sweat as he groans and pants above you, still looking at you.

Your body shudders, tenses and strains under his, feeling a shiver running down your spine and stomach and legs. You buck your hips and let them fall back on the couch as you moan loudly, but Daryl keeps going for a few more seconds until he reaches his climax after yours.

Daryl grunts and throws himself back, leaning his back on the armrest of the couch, and watching you. You’re struggling for breath and your eyes are closed, but you have a wide smile of satisfaction on your face. He smirks as he realises what just happened, and it wasn’t Spencer who made you moan, and pant, and whimper. It was him, only him.

random assorted lesbian AUs
  • “you’re my backup in a school play and keep trying to make me quit so you can play the lead” AU
  • “i heard you obnoxiously masturbating at 1 AM and went to your door to tell you to keep it down” AU
  • “it’s 1506 and we just got married off but we still sneak out behind the butcher’s to make out after our husbands fall asleep” AU
  • “my parents put me in an all-girl’s school and oh shit my dorm-mate is hot what do i do” AU
  • “i hit you with my car because i was texting somebody and now i feel emotionally obligated to visit you in the hospital with mcdonalds every day” AU
  • “your music was too loud so i turned on some of mine and now we’re having a volume war” AU
  • “we’re the only two people in this obscure class we both took as a joke and neither of us actually did the homework” AU
  • “we both collect the same obscure thing and are the only two people left active on a messageboard” AU
  • “i took a wrong turn on the way to get bagels and now i’m caught in a pride parade and you want me to dance on your float with you” AU
  • “we both caught each other stealing from the police evidence room and decided whoever comes first is the one that gets reported” AU
  • “i was feeding some ducks but your asshole dog scared them off and oh god now it’s humping my leg” AU
  • “your snapchat was one letter off from my date’s and i accidentally sent you a bunch of pictures you weren’t meant to see” AU
  • “my date never showed up at this sports game and you decided to take their seat and oh no you’re wearing the opposing team’s jersey” AU
  • “someone stole my bike and you decided to give me a ride on your handlebars but also can’t see where you’re going now” AU
  • “our hotel room got double-booked and the hotel is too full to move us for another week so we have to share a bed” AU
  • “we’re stuck on a malfunctioning ferris wheel together and i’m afraid of heights” AU
  • “we’re waiting in the rain for a midnight video game release and my umbrella just broke” AU
  • “i saw you checking out the last copy of a book i wanted so i decided to follow you and try to swipe it when you’re not paying attention and i need a cover story” AU
  • “it’s 1888 and we are both prostitutes who are scared of jack the ripper and decided to work together” AU
  • “facebook keeps recommending that i add you and one day you decided to add me first” AU
  • “it’s black friday and we both want the last toaster oven” AU
  • “you’re the cashier at a sex shop and i want to find a really good vibrator but am too afraid to ask for help” AU
  • “we’re both locked in the freezer at burger king and need to stay warm” AU
  • “i accidentally baked enough cookies for 30 people and can you take some off my hands please” AU
  • “my car broke down and i can totally fix it but you’re insisting you know what the actual problem is and won’t leave until i let you look at it” AU

heres what it’s like to be friends with me

me [10:08]: if i ever die i want “press f to pay respects” to be incorporated into the general mourning process

me [10:27]: i found some wrapped chocolate on top of the hallway trash bin and i took it and i asked my roommate “if someone left a bunch of wrapped chocolate on top of the trash bin is it ok to take it” and my roommate said “im gonna say the same thing i said about the avocado that was left on top of the trash bin you asked me about: it doesn’t sound like a good idea” and i said “BUT IT’S WRAPPED THO THIS IS DIFFERENT THAN THE AVOCADO” and i ate one of the chocolates and it was really good and i said “this is really good” and my roommate said “ok fine can i have one” and i gave her half and said “here’s your half of the garbage chocolate”

me [10:28]: i just realized that says “if i ever die” but im not changing it

Have You Seen This Painting of a Hallway?

story by reddit user wdalphin

I got this package in the mail from my dad: brown paper wrapping, large but flat, with the word “FRAGILE” written on it in black ink. When I unwrapped it, it was this big, acrylic painting, framed in some sort of bronze-gilded plaster.

The painting itself was of this long hallway full of doors. It was really amazing detail, though I wouldn’t call it life-like by any means. Just the sheer amount of intricate pieces to each aspect of the scene showed that the artist really paid attention to every little thing, like somewhere in the world was this hallway, and you could stand in it and hold the painting up in front of you and if it weren’t for the border and the clearly stylized art, you wouldn’t be able to tell where the canvas ended and the real world began.

I called him up and thanked him immediately.

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Brief PSA - why I took my fanfictions down :)

Some readers may have noticed that I took down my fanfictions “Heart of Thunder” and “Hops” today, and made my other fanfiction “Hautley’s Bend” available to only members of Ao3. I just wanted to make a quick post explaining this so I don’t have to reiterate it a bunch of times :)

First of all, THANK YOU so much to those of you who have always been there and supported my writing, and have followed my stories loyally. You guys are the exact reason I didn’t take these stories down sooner, because I feel awful that I’ve left stories untold - specifically “Heart of Thunder” for those of you who were reading it. 

However, back in February when I discovered that my fanfiction “Hautley’s Bend” had been plagiarized and published by a stranger online, it was a huge slap in the face, and also a huge wake up call. This may sound a little dramatic to those of you who aren’t writers or artists or a creator of some sort, but when something that near and dear to someone is stolen and used for profit by someone else, it’s devastating. Maybe I should have seen it coming, putting my writing out there for free for anyone to see and take, but it doesn’t change the fact that it was a very eye-opening moment for me. I spent collective months of my free time for the better part of two whole years writing that story, and just like that, it was stolen right out from under my nose. 
In fact, the only reason I’ve left “Hautley’s Bend” up online to a limited audience now is because it’s the only proof I have that the work is my own, should more copies of the plagiarized books surface down the road. 
With “Heart of Thunder”, I slowly realized that I was doing the same exact thing I did with “Hautley’s Bend” - I was spending all of my free time slaving over this story, editing and re-editing, and stressing about updating, I had no more time left for myself. And who knows? Once it was finished, would someone just take it and publish it as their own too? 

In addition to the plagiarism issue, I also personally have my own aspirations to be a published writer one day. Unfortunately, I have a full time job and not a lot of free time, and as stated before, all of my free time has been consumed by writing my fanfictions, and trying to give these stories that I love the justice they deserve. And that was standing in the way of me reaching my own personal goals in my own life to actually publish an original novel one day. 

So those are the main reasons why I took the stories down - I have my own copies, and all of my notes I’ve taken for “Heart of Thunder” over the past half a year or so. I’m not saying this is going to be forever, but I’m also not promising that it won’t be. But right now I need to focus on me, and my own goals and life, and at this point in time, pouring all my blood, sweat, and tears into a fanfiction is only keeping me from that. 

Chuck was right - writing is hard. And more than that, it’s emotional taxing, and incredibly time consuming, especially for something that I make no profit off of for how much work that goes into it. A hobby should not become a chore. I’ve been forgetting to live my own life, in the quest to give our boys the love story they deserve in whatever universe they end up in, and I need to start securing my own oxygen mask first. Maybe at some point down the road, I’ll finish “Heart of Thunder” and post it again when it’s not such a burden, but for now, I’m sorry to take the story away from those of you who were still following it, and I hope you can forgive me <3


About VidCon and meeting Mythical Beasts in Amsterdam

It’s been a week since VidCon EU happened. Isn’t that crazy? What a wild concept! Now that I’ve mostly overcome my VidCon hangover (because nobody warns you about that happening) I feel able to actually report back to you guys! 

TL;DR: It was a journey about instant friendships and Mythicality!

I’ll be as candid as possible even though it is embarrassing and probably awkward~. Also I’ll highlight the Rhett & Link part for the sake of you not having to endure most of my personal rambling.

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Ok ok ok! I know this took me like 38489465986396 years to write but I did it! I hope you like it and it was worth the ridiculous wait <3 <3

Your Little Crush

I stood at the party with the Panic! boys, talking to Dallon and Brendon talking about their last tour, I couldn’t help blushing whenever Brendon spoke, he was so totally gorgeous, I’d had a crush on him since I was like 19 and I was still starstuck when I was around him. Ever since we had started dating I hadn’t lost my crush on Brendon, obviously it was different, I loved Josh and even though I had this crush on Brendon I would never let that come between us, it was only a crush after all. Josh did however, tease me relentlessly about it, any parties we went to, anytime we went to dinner he would always bring it up to embarrass me. Josh came over, swinging his arm around me, giving me that same familiar look, that smirk when he looked in my eyes, chuckling slightly as we listened to Brendon speak.

“We’re off with Weezer next, can’t wait to tour with you again bro.” Brendon smiled, slapping the top of Josh’s arm, taking another swig of his beer followed by a hand running through his hair.

“Yeah we definitely need to again, that was awesome.” Josh smiled at him, sharing a look of mutual gratitude between them, I felt a slight squeeze on my waist, pulling me close to him, it felt nice, I loved when he was like this, proud to be with me, he was never shy to show me off at parties. We stayed with Brendon and Dallon for the rest of the night, I felt a little more included when Breezy and Sarah arrived, all of us standing together and chatting, whenever we were all in LA we tried to go to events together, tonight Dallon and Breezy were hosting
a BBQ hence why we were together. I was dressed nicely but not overly dressed, just a simple summer dress flowing around my knees, my hair wavy and makeup simple, Josh was wearing his usual tshirt and jeans, hair a curly mess atop his head Tyler was around somewhere too, it was early evening and we had already decided we weren’t staying too late, I had barely seen Josh recently, he’d only just got home from your but we wanted to go today to see everyone. By the time it had got dark we both gave each other that look, knowing we both wanted to go home now, he came over, taking my hand as i wished goodbye to the girls, hugging them all, he lead me over to Brendon and Dallon, hugging them both and saying his goodbyes.

“See you later Y/N.” Dallon smiled, hugging me quickly.

“See you darlin’.” Brendon hugged me too, I felt the small blush in my cheeks as I said goodbye, Josh smirked at me as we walked to our car, hopping in it and buckling my seatbelt up. Josh climbed in the other side, starting the car and pulling away from the house.

“You’re such a little school girl around Brendon.” He scoffed playfully, turning the radio on, my cheeks must’ve been so red by this point, it was so embarrassing to be like that in front of my boyfriend.

“Shut up!” I slumped back in my seat a little actually acting like a teenage girl now, he giggled playfully, pulling my hand to his lips for a quick kiss, keeping his eyes on the road as he did, when we pulled up home I hopped out, trying not to let Josh’s teasing get to me, I knew he was only playing, there was no need to be defensive about it right? Getting home felt good, we had barely spent a night here together in months and tonight was special, it was only about 7:30, neither Josh nor me had any plans tomorrow so we could just crash out and relax together properly, I kicked my shoes off as soon as we got in, running my hands through my hair as I turned to Josh. “Want a drink baby?” I asked, beaming brightly at him, he nodded as he kicked off his own shoes, putting his keys away and walking towards me.

“That would be great baby. Could you get me a beer?” His smile made me feel all fuzzy as he pulled me into a warm kiss, his arms resting on my waist.

“Of course I can!” I nodded back, heading to the kitchen, fetching a beer for him from the refrigerator, when I came in he was scrolling through movies on Netflix on the couch, I smiled at him, plopping down on the couch next to him and handing him his beer. We sat snuggled up on the couch to watch a movie, me laying on him, his warm arms around me, pulling me close to him, as we watched the movie he held me close, pressing the odd kiss to my hair as we watched, halfway through the movie his phone buzzed from next to me.

“Babe could you check that for me.” He said softly, sipping a beer, too focused on the screen to care. I picked up his phone, swiping my thumb on the button and checking the message, it was from Brendon, I couldn’t help but smile a little reading the text.

Great to see you and Y/N today, need to go for a proper catch up soon. B

“It’s from Brendon.” I read the message to him, waiting for him to tell me what to say.

“Ooooh don’t blush too much babe.” He teased again, taking the phone off of me to type
out a reply, I huffed, slumping back a little.

“Oh shh you always tease me whenever he’s involved.” I grumbled slightly.

“Only because you totally have a crush on him.” He said, I noticed something in his voice then, not anger or any hint of him being mean, something else, I looked up at him, chewing on his bottom lip slightly, eyes fixed on the TV in a straight stare. Then it clicked. Was he jealous of Brendon? I looked up again, gently touching his face, stroking the features I loved so much.

“Josh… you’re not jealous are you?” I asked softly, sitting in my place to face him properly, he didn’t answer me at first, merely staring at the screen, I nudged him slightly, cocking my head to the side as I urged him to respond. “Babe? Just tell me.”

“Ok fine, maybe I am a little, it’s kinda hard when your girlfriend has a crush on a celebrity but it just so happens that you know them and are around them all the time.” He seemed to blurt out, not making any eye contact with me, still knowing furiously at his lips.

“What do you mean? You know it’s literally been a silly school girl crush since I was like 19.” I tried to reason with him, touching his arm gently, I didn’t want him to feel like this.

“Yeah that may be, but you haven’t liked me since you were 19 have you?” He pulled away
from me a little, looking slightly upset.

“Wait you think this is about me liking him more than you?” I questioned him, keeping my tone of voice calm and relaxed, I didn’t want this to escalate into an argument. “Josh… I had… or have a silly little crush on him. That doesn’t mean he places anywhere near you in my life.”

“But like you say… since you were 19.” He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I love you, you know that right? And yes I had a silly little crush on Brendon, but then somehow, by some freak, completely random chance, I met you one day.” I shuffled a little close, gently nuzzling into his ear before I pulled his face to look at me. “Remember, when I worked in that shitty coffee shop in New York and you guys came in when you were on tour? How you made such an effort to try and talk to me, then left me a huge tip, signed a bunch of stuff for me and then took a picture with me. I thought that was just a one-time thing meeting
you. It made my year, and then two days later, right before you’re meant to leave New York you turn up again, all sweet and friendly, insisting I give you my number and skype so you could still speak to me. That was what? Three years ago now, then you kept calling me on skype, inviting me to come and see you, you payed for me to fly to LA to see you, and this whole, crazy, completely unexpected part of my life started. But that part of my life was the most incredible thing that ever happened to me, I met the love of my life in that coffee shop. And for some reason, this crazy, amazing, kind person so badly wanted to keep me in their life.” I stared at the broad smile crossing his cheeks, his eyes staring into mine intently, listening to every word I said. “So yes, I had a crush on Brendon, but I didn’t fall in love with him.” I was pulled into his embrace, arms wrapped tightly around me, his head resting against my own.

“What did I do to deserve you huh? I was just being silly, I know you don’t have feelings for him, I guess I just worry about not being what you want sometimes.” He sighed slightly as he cradled me on our couch, stroking my hair.

“But you are what I want.” I pulled back, pressing one soft kiss to his lips, feelings hands resting on my waist, I couldn’t resist leaning in for another kiss, feeling the warmth of his lips pressing against me, he pulled me a little closer, almost on top of him, hands gliding over my hips now. I allowed myself to be pulled on top of him, our kiss deepening, his tongue brushing my lips, begging me for entry, I heard a small moan escape me, he seemed to chuckle against my lips when he heard it, hands gripping me, pulling me closer to him.

“Let me show you how good I can be.” He groaned slightly, eyes half closed as they met mine, lips pressing another fevered kiss to my own.

“You don’t have anything to prove.” I whimpered slightly as his kisses moved down to my neck, pressing lightly down my jawline.

“I don’t care if I have to. I want to.”  He groaned slightly, gripping me tighter, before I knew it I was hoisted up into his arms as he carried me to our bedroom, plopping me down on the bed, stripping off his shirt, I eyed his smooth muscled torso, biting my lip as his muscles flexed under his skin. I couldn’t stop my eyes grazing over his body as he continued to strip off, taking off his jeans and boxers next, leaving him completely exposed in front of me, with a bite of his lip he gripped my ankles, yanking me down the bed towards him.

“Ah! Josh! What’re you doing!” I squealed, giggling at him, his eyes were dark as he gripped me, pulling me upright to face him, hands trailing down my back to unzip my dress.

“You’re too dressed!” He growled, yanking it over my head, hands moving round my back to unclip my bra, practically ripped it off me and throwing it on the floor, shoving me back and gripping the hem of my panties. Once they were off he might as well have jumped on me, nudging himself in between my legs, lips latched onto my neck, biting and kissing all over me, I heard a long moan escape my lips, my back arching as his strong hands graced down my body, ending where I wanted him most, his fingers began rubbing slowly on my clit, teasing me.

“Mmmm Josh…” I moaned out in pleasure, my hips bucking to gain more pressure in between my legs, it felt so good, I needed more and he knew it.

“That’s it… you moan MY name!” His low growl sent a shiver down my spine, lips attacking my skin as his fingers moved, I felt his hand move away, letting me whimper for contact, he gripped himself in one hand, the other propping him up above me, his hips snapping, pushing in in one swift movement.

“Fuck…” I breathed out, gasping as I gained the feeling I’d been longing for, his head lulling into the crook of my neck, breath spreading over my skin, making me shudder in pleasure, he wanted to show me I was his, and god I loved it. He began to rock against me, not too fast at first, letting me adjust to him, no matter how many times we did it, I still had to adjust to him pretty much every time. He groaned again, biting his lips at me, head lulling back, I allowed my hands to find his back, gripping onto the toned muscles there, both of us gasping in pleasure.

“Ugh so wet for me, you feel so good.” He groaned against the crook of my neck, breathing heavily as his hair flopped against my shoulder, hips rocking slightly faster, the bed starting to rock with us, one of his strong hands gripping onto my hip, the other moving to hold himself up above me. His eyes dark as they met mine, the dim light of the bedroom causing a shadow on his face, he looked so sexy like this, dark and dominant, enjoying having control over me and showing me who’s in charge, speed building as he growled and moaned above me. His fingers were still gripping tightly to me as he moved, moving that hand to my neck, brushing his fingers down my jawline slowly, teasing me, his fingers continued down my neck to my chest as his hips moved, they moved between my breasts slowly, he began to lightly graze his nails over my skin, sending shivers through me, my back arching up against his touch, as he smirked in my direction, his eyes dark with lust.

“Does that feel good baby girl?” He asked, his tone low and teasing, biting his lip as he watched his own hand lightly scratching down my stomach now.

“Yes.” I whimpered desperately, arching my body up to try and gain more contact, he smirked again, chuckling darkly, I felt my stomach beginning to knot up, my body writhing as I felt my release growing ever closer, he gave a rough push, shoving me down flat on the bed again, his hips slamming against me harder now, he grunted in pleasure, throwing his head back, I watched as his muscled tensed and writhed under the skin, he looked so sexy.

“Josh…” I whimpered in pleasure, gripping his back tightly my nails digging into his flesh slightly, they scratched upwards slightly, I could tell they had left light scratches in their wake, he hissed slightly, meeting my eyes with a newfound intensity, tilting his head to the side as he stopped to look at me.

“Bad girl…” He growled deeply, gripping onto my hips and pulling out, with one swift movement he flipped me onto all fours, gripping me and pushing in roughly, I moaned out in pleasure, throwing my head back, he was groaning behind me, hips slapping against my thighs.

“Fuck I’m close!” I yelped out in pleasure, my fingers gripping onto the sheets, pulling at them as I whimpered.

“That’s right… you cum for ME!” His tone sent me over the edge, my mind spiralling out of control, shaking and shuddering on the bed as the knot in my stomach snapped.

“Oh god… Josh!” I yelled out, throwing my head back again, he moaned out, snapping his hips faster through my orgasm, I could feel him throbbing inside me, his moans growing louder.

“Fuck Y/N!” He groaned low above me, I felt him twitch and throb more as he came too, the feeling only intensifying everything I was feeling, my body shuddering under my boyfriend as his sloppy thrusts slowed, he kept moving for a while after, slowly moving his hips in a rocking motion, I slumped forward on the bed, completely drained after that. He pulled out slowly, flopping next to me on the bed, his breathing erratic and raspy, hand stroking my hair now.

“Mmm.” Was all I could muster from my muddled up head, he chuckled lightly, pulling me into his arms on our bed.

“Ha that good was it?” He teased me, nuzzling his nose against my hair, holding my waist in his strong fingers.

“Yep.” I said simply, we were silent for a while after that, cuddling silently, I cleared my throat to speak. “Babe?”

“Yeah Y/N?” He said softly, moving slightly so he could meet my eyes, his smile sweet and sleepy.

“Promise me you won’t let the whole Brendon thing bother you. It’s just a stupid crush, always has been and always will be, I’m in love with you and I know he could never live up to that.” I gave him one sweet kiss, stroking his cheek slowly.

“I know, it’s stupid of me to get jealous of it… and after that… I think I know who you think about.” He teased, I giggled at him as we snuggled up again.

I’m sorry I feel like it was super short but I hope it was ok! <3 <3

Love Makes You do the Darndest Thing (Phillip x Reader)

Length: 572+ words

Genre: Angst

TW: Death

A/N: I can’t write Phillip without writing angst ahaha. So this is based on the song Darndest Thing by Trevor Wesley. I have a bunch of fics inspired by his album ‘Chivalry is Dead’! 

Internal bleeding…

Too much brain damage…

Too late…

A few days left…

You couldn’t process everything the doctor was saying to you, your heart stopped when you took one look at your fiance’s face. Phillip had been complaining about a headache for the past two days, and you thought nothing about it until you remembered the bar fight from a week ago. Some douchebag named George kept harassing you, so of course Phillip had to make sure he knew his place about harassing women. You took him to the hospital, thinking that it was just a minor concussion, they would give him a couple of pain killers, and let the two of you to go your merry way, and plan your upcoming wedding. This wasn’t something you could even imagine in your worst nightmares.   

You nodded, and the doctor left you standing outside Phillip’s room. You slowly went back in, seeing his face lit up when you walked in. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, not able to meet his eyes. It hurt too much.   

“Why are you sorry?” he asked, grabbing your hand to pull you closer to him.   

You finally raised your gaze to his, seeing such adoration in his eyes, and knowing that he knew. “If you hadn’t fought George, we wouldn’t be here right now!” You sobbed out the words that had been weighing your heart. “I’m sorry. This was my fault." 

"Hey, hey.” He pulled you to his figure, running his hand through your hair. “It’s not your fault. Don’t you dare think that! It’s okay, baby."   

He let you cry, whispering comforting words.   

"We were suppose to think of where we want to go for our honeymoon,” you mumbled, snuggling closer to his side. Phillip said nothing for a while, just letting his hand run through your hair.   

“We can somewhere exotic,” he started. “On a plane or on a ship, I guess it doesn’t matter, but definitely somewhere we’ve never been."   

You raised your eyebrow at your love, giggling at his antics.   

"Champagne in the sky, maybe? You can wear that fedora you bought last year in the coast of Santorini."   

You giggled, knowing how much he loved to tease you about that fedora, saying how you would never find the occasion to wear it.   

He smiled at your laugh, leaning beside your ear. "Make endless love in Bali." 

"Phillip!” you exclaimed, blushing, and lightly slapping his chest.   

“And have a toast in Fiji!” he ended cheerfully. The two of you burst into laughters, you were shaking your head at the endless amount of optimism Phillip had- it was one of the many things you loved about this man.   

“I love you,” you whispered, wiping a stray tear from your eyes, and smiling up at him.   

"I love you too.” His smile fell a little, but you knew he was trying to stay strong for the both of you. “Let’s get married right now.” 


“We’re about to get married in a few months, why not make it tomorrow?” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Are you?” he asked earnestly, knowing that you were about to be a widow at such a young age. Your heart beat rapidly against your chest, and you nearly cried at his consideration. “Do you wanna marry me?” 

“Yes! Of course I do, Phillip!” you cried, engulfing him in a hug.   

He chuckled, rubbing your lower back.   

The two of you got married in the hospital chapel, only family and close friends attending. 

That night Phillip died in his sleep.  

Mad Fake//Derek

@typicalbitch15 : Could I have a imagine about how you and Derek are friends with benefits and Derek catches feelings and he acts like a boyfriend every time you go out and this one time you go to the club and you start flirting with another dude and Derek gets mad and jealous and in the end they end up together. Please Thx love💋

Me : I hope you like it babe. Sorry for the delay.

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I was nearly done my makeup when I heard Derek call out my name from the living room. “Y/N, I get that you wanna be poppin’ but don’t make me drag you out of this building.” I rolled my eyes applying a bit of the ABH’s That Glow in ‘Dripping In Gold’ and spraying a makeup setting spray from Kiko. I sprayed on some random perfume before grabbing my clutch and phone and strutting out of the bathroom.

Derek eyes lit up once he saw me as if he was in love with me even though was highly unlikely. His eyes never left my body. He took in every inch of me. I thought he must of been horny so I found it normal. 

Derek and I were friends with benefits for a very lingering time. I wasn’t tired of him. I was extremely grateful for him. We were both very open to each other. But I was getting tired of being alone, I wasn’t getting any younger. There was something quite atypical of Derek, whenever we were out in the public he came super protective as if he was my boyfriend, as if it was his role. I admired it but at the same time it was uncomfortable because I didn’t like this possessiveness; we weren’t dating so it didn’t make sense and we both said there was no strings attached to this.

“Well, that was totally worth the wait, honestly. Gimme a twirl mami,” he bit his lip while I did a 360 for him, my hair lift of my shoulders during the process. “Well, we better getting going before you tear the dress off Derek.” He nodded, holding his hand out. I placed my hands his before he lead me out of the apartment and to his car.

We made it to the venue in about 40 minutes, getting instant access into the building and going to the VIP area. Everyone was there, Nate, John, Johnson, Gilinsky (without his girlfriend for once), other people I didn’t recognize and obviously groupies. “Shit, shit, shit, is that bad bitch Y/N? She’s poppin!” Johnson ripped his phone out from his pocket and began taking a snapchat video of me as I approached him causing me to giggle. Johnson was my other half. He was like a brother to me and I loved him endlessly. “It’s me bitch, what’s good?” He laughed while hugging me once I finally got comfortable in my seat. 

We got engrossed in our conversation, groupies being groupies tried to seduce everyone, I felt a pang in my chest when climbed into Derek’s lap and started grinding on him but I quickly ignored it. Two girls approached Jack and I, causing him to wiggle his eyebrows at him and quickly started chatting her up while the other girl whispered in my ear “let’s dance.” I felt someone’s eyes burn into me while she took my hand and led me to the dance floor. Ironically the DJ happened to play some trap music, putting the slow but intimate song aside and began playing Best Friend by Young Thug.

The girl had already started shaking and grinding her ass on me. I decided to quit playing awkward and just go with the flow, letting loose and moving my body with her. I could still feel someone looking at me but I shook my head and kept dancing grabbing the girl’s hips and pulling her waist closer to me. “I’ll be right back,” I said into her ear “I’ll get us some shots.” I strutted towards the bar and asked for a tray of shots. The bartender’s eyes gazed my whole body before looking at where my dress stopped. It stopped a little more then above my knee. “Take a picture, it lasts longer.” I winked before taking the tray and swaying my hips towards the girl. 

We took shot after shot, next getting tequila and bunch more drinks. I was drunk but not drunk out of my mind. The girl dragged another girl that had caught her eye to her car, I think because she left with car keys in her hands. Some guy decided to come up to me and dance with me and I went with his flow and grinded my hips into his and did all sort of things I’d never thought I would do ever in my whole entire life.

Afterwards he left and the bartender that was checking me out came up. “I saw you checking me out all night.” I smirked while he put his hands on my hips. “Well I can’t pass out a beautiful girl like you,” he moved to the beat of the music with me while looking down my dress. 

“I’m flattered but I have to get to m-,” he cut me off gripping my waist a little tighter. “Don’t leave yet, we’ve only started dancing.” I sighed then smiled and danced with him for about 3 minutes until Derek came charging over. “Thank goodness.” I lightly whispered despite the angry, solid look on his face showed a lot. 

“Y/N, we need to go, now.” Derek yelled over the music, the bartender boy shooting him a confused glare.

“Excuse me, but who’s he?” I was about to say he was my friend but Derek cut me off, “He,” he gestured to himself, “is her boyfriend and we need to leave.” He glared at both of us.

“Look dude, if she’s your “girlfriend” I don’t think you’d let her be her on her own, you’re not doing a very good job of being a boyfriend.” The bartender boy scoffed at Derek once he finished his sentence. 

“Look boy, I ain’t got no time to playin’ games, if you don’t let her go I’ll make you let her go.” The bartender’s eyes showed a flicker of fear before letting me go. “Nice meeting you.” He smirked at me before backing away. I glared at Derek and dragged him out of the building.

“Derek what in the name of God was that? Why did you have to go this point of being extremely protective? We’re not dating remember? I thought you were the one to make up the rule ‘No Strings Attached’. I’m sick of you’re shit.” Derek sighed pinching the end of his nose.

“You are such an innocent, oblivious person, God dammit Y/N! How can you not realise that I have feelings for you? How can you not realise that I want you to be my ‘Down Chick’, that song was made for you if you didn’t know?”

“So you had to act like you had no feelings for me inside your house or mine but outside you did? Wait, isn’t that supposed to be the other way around? You’re mad fake and I hate that. What the fuck you acting like I ain’t shit at home for but the minute we leave that goddamn building you gonna act like I’m all yours. I’m not up for all that bullshit.” He looked up and sighed before approaching me. 

“Do you have feelings for me?” He blurted after what seemed like twenty minutes. I was taken aback and looked around in confusion. He shot me a look of pain when I didn’t answer him. “Derek, I-,” he cut me off.

“Give me a proper answer, no maybe, just a yes or no,” he said softly while caressed my waist. I pondered for a couple of minutes. 

I guess, I did have feelings for him. If I was able to be open with him and happy to share my inner thoughts and secrets. There were things that i could tell Derek but I wouldn’t be to tell anyone else even Johnson. I felt like my secrets were safe with Derek. I felt safe with Derek. I felt myself with him. He was smiling so I guess I nodded or something.

“Yes, Derek, I do have feelings for you.”

“Really!? Fuck yes! I’m so fucking happy!” He hugged me and spun me around before kissing me.

“Be mine,” he said when he pulled away. 

“What?” I gave him a confused look.

“You heard me, be my girlfriend.” He smiled at me and waited for my response. 

“Yes.” He yelled in joy and kissed me one more time. “Thank you.” He said softly. 

i’m homne from denver pride and i’m super fucking exhausted. I had a super fun time with my friends today, got a big of a sunburn on my face, whoops. Walked around downtown and i was in awe?? i’m not really a big city boy and i was like, is this the future??? like i’ve fallen in love with the city and nature whoops. 

Anyhow, because I walked around a bunch, I’ve got some lovely blisters on my feet and my legs are hurting, and it’ll be worse tomorrow but its all worth it. I legit for once felt in a place of acceptance. 

But you want to know whats sad and scary? before we left the pridefest area we took off our flags, our pins, our rainbow tutus and we put them away. We already were getting looks as it was bc we all had rainbow shirts. Always on the edge of worry of someone coming at us for being us. 

Anyhow, denver pride!! would do it again! but with better shoes!!!

Friendly reminder, if you use KT tape to bind PLEASE follow directions for preset to prevent blisters. I didn’t do this once, left the tape on for a day and a half and when I took it off it ripped open some blisters and I’m in so much pain on my sides and chest. So not worth not being able to use my regular binder lol. PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOUR DELICATE LIL BODIES MY BROTHERS

Mod addition: Yeah the first time I used KT tape to bind I thought that when taking it off you should be quick like a bandaid. DO NOT RIP IT OFF LIKE A BANDAID. I ripped off a bunch of skin with it and even a spot of my nipple scabbed over ;-; so yeah just be careful guys follow ALL of the directions for putting it on and taking it off

anonymous asked:

Hey! I'm curious so wait how are you running another season as a phd student? Did you graduate undergrad already or did you transfer ? Just wondering :)

Hey anon! I graduated in 3 years (I had a bunch of AP credits, and took some summer classes). Now I have 1 full year of eligibility (cross, indoor, outdoor) and 2 years left to use it (ncaa has a 5 year window to use 4 years of eligibility). Current plan is to race XC and indoor this year and then outdoor for spring 2019 (pipe dreamin of makin it to eugene in the 10k!!!). SOSO excited to have a new team with an amazing coach and an amazing group of girls! I’m trying to start up a 10K squad there, since my PhD will be 4-5yrs (and go semi-pro after I run out of eligibility). I’m a lil bit of a nut in that I plan out my life YEARS in advanced. Of course things change, but i always have a rough draft. Like I planned out all of my classes for the 3 years my freshman fall and now I have penciled in my “path-to-pro-running” lol :) 


a/n: not enough jack imagines out there </3 anyways, I’ve been hooked on the song Closer by The Chainsmokers ft. Halsey and I thought about this plot. 

Pairing: Jack Maynard x Reader

Summary: Y/N is a YouTuber who had moved to Los Angeles a few years ago, but now she is moving back to London. She ends up running into Jack: her ex boyfriend. 

Word Count: 2k+


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anonymous asked:

Can you please write an imagine where you end up at the Night's Watch (because you were hurt or something and they found you) and really like Jon Snow, but you are actually engaged to Robb Stark :-) thanks!

Request - Jon Snow (and Robb Stark) “Lord Commander”

“Hey…” Jon walked into the small room they had managed to give you. He was carrying a plate with fresh baked bread and a cup of milk. “I’m sorry. This is all we have to offer.” He placed the plate on the small wooden table next to your bed and he carefully sat down at the footboard. 

“It doesn’t matter. It’s fine.” You tried to push yourself up a little, but the wound in your stomach was still hurting and you moaned while you fell back into your pillow. 

“Let me help you.” Jon gently wrapped his arms around your waist and he placed your pillows behind your back. “It will take some time for the wound to heal, I’m afraid.” He nodded at you to make sure you were in a somehow comfortable position and you nodded back at him. 

“I know, Robb will be furious.” You bent your head and you swallowed a few times. You couldn’t even remember clearly what had happened. One moment you had been riding your horse, on your way to visit Jon, the next moment you had been in this bed with a gaping wound on your stomach. 

“Maybe you should have asked him to come with you.” Jon smiled a little smile and it was clear that he missed his half brother more than he was going to admit. 

“He is needed at Winterfell and it already took me a lot of convincing to make him let me go.” You rolled your eyes and bit your lip. “I think we know for sure now that I will never be able to travel without him again.”

Jon’s smile brightened and he took the plate and placed it in your lap. “He shouldn’t have let you leave without him anyway.” He took a piece of the fresh baked bread and gave it to you. “The North is getting more and more dangerous.“ 

"I was in good company! I had some of the best guardians with me!” You protested, but couldn’t help frowning your eyebrows when the wound started to sting again. “How could we know that we were going to ride into a bunch of Wildlings?”

“You couldn’t have known that.” Jon placed a hand on your arm while you were slowly eating the simple meal he had made for you. “I’ll ask the commander to send a few extra men with you to get you home safely again.”

“You’re really an amazing guy, Jon.” You took a few deep breaths. “It’s a pity you left to join the Night’s Watch.” You leaned back in your pillow and you closed your eyes. 

“Weren’t you engaged to my half brother already?” Jon stood up from the bed again and he walked towards the door that should keep you safe from all the criminals that had chosen the wall over rotting away in a cell.

“Yes, but that only happened after you left.” You slowly drifted away into a pleasant slumber, but you could feel Jon’s lips kissing your forehead. 

“You deserve a Lord and not a bastard.” He whispered and he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Who says you’ll never be a lord?” You opened your eyes for a short moment and a smile spread across your face. “Lord Commander Snow sounds good to me.” You closed your eyes again, but you could hear Jon laughing while he walked out of your room and closed the door behind him. 

cute au ideas

•a bunch of scary looking guys are following me down the street and i see you on the other side of the road and you’re a complete stranger but will you pretend to be my boyfriend/girlfriend so they don’t approach me au
•i was driving down a country road in the middle of no where to go to a farm where they’re giving away free puppies and now i have a flat tire and you’re the only person who has stopped to help me hey maybe we can go look at the puppies together au
•you’re the captain of the baseball team at my school and you’re failing science and our teacher wants me to be your tutor but it turns out you’re actually really smart can you help me out with my assignment au
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•you’re at the carnival with your little sibling and you guys are approaching the game stand i’m working at and you promise your sibling a toy and you lose the game but since you’re cute i’ll give you a prize the game is rigged anyway au
•it is the middle of summer and my air conditioner isn’t working so i call up your company to come fix it but when you get here it turns out the remote didn’t have batteries and then you laugh and it turns out you have a super adorable laugh au
•my cat is in the middle of giving birth and you just moved into the apartment next to mine and you can hear shouting from my apartment and you come to see whats going on and you help me with my cat and we’ve never talked before but hi i’m single au
•i’m really not bothered to cook dinner tonight so i’ll just buy some microwaveable pasta at the store but theres only one packet left on the shelf and then you reach for it as well hey maybe we should have pasta together au
•i met you at a protest and hey i really like your sign did you make it yourself we should hang out sometime au
•i want to start a new blog on tumblr and i have a really cool url idea that 853176% sure that no one else has and hEy WHAT THE FUCK you took my url i’m gonna hunt you down au
•a bunch of people mistake you for a celebrity at the mcdonalds i work at and omg i’m so sorry about all these- hOLY SHIT you DO look like that character from high school musical au