i was quite relieved

  • *the lab*
  • Molly: *working*
  • Molly: *thoughtfully* If you ever get married, would you invite me to the wedding?
  • Sherlock: *looking through the microscope* Can't have a wedding without the bride.
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: *blinks* I-I was talking to Anthony.
  • Sherlock: *looks up*
  • Molly's Intern: *waves awkwardly*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: So was I.
  • Molly's Intern: *panicky* What?
  • Sherlock: *looks back at the microscope; embarrassed* Get out.
  • Molly's Intern: *scurries off*
  • Molly: *amused* That wasn't nice. I needed him.
  • Sherlock: *blushing* Oh...be quiet.
  • Molly: *steps closer; smirks* That's no way to speak to your bride.
  • Sherlock: *smiles; nonchalant* So...so that's a yes?
  • Molly: *laughs* Of course.
First words [One-shot]

THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW BEFORE YOU READ!

First!

This little one-shot was inspired on two things:

-My relationship with my sister

-The manga “Shugo Chara”. For those who know the manga, it’s based from the chapter when the guardians go to Yaya’s house.

Second!

I tried to adjust Blueprint’s story to PaperJam’s story. So, since (according to his description) he lived with Ink until a certain age, he met Blueprint before the others. I also tried to make him the most canonically possible, but adjusting his personality to the story.

Third!

As you may know, English is not my first language. I deeply apologise if there are any Errors in the story. I checked it lots of times and hope there’s not a single Error ovo

 

DISCLAIMER:

*Ink!Sans belongs to @comyet

*PaperJam/PJ belongs to @7goodangel (I’m sorry if I didn’t make PJ’s personality too well. I tried to stick the “a jerk on the outside but a big child inside” part and this was what I got. Sorry ;u;)

Secondary characters

*Gradient belongs to @askcomboclub

*Moku belongs to  @6agentgg9

*Palette belongs to  @angexci 

And last, but not least

*Blueprint belongs to, well, me! 

Hope you guys like it!

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This will be narrated from PaperJam’s perspective.

 

I never was good with new people. And I wasn’t very happy when you came.


One day, Ink just came “home” with a baby, claiming that it was my “new brother”. I didn’t understand what was he saying with that, and then he showed you to me, my new little brother.

I wasn’t happy with this. I didn’t want a brother. I mean, Ink couldn’t even take care of me, why would he want to have another one? To let them here alone and forgotten with me? Wow, good plan, dad. However, he told me that you only would be staying with us for a day so I could get to know you, since bonding with brothers was very important and blah blah blah…

We spend a few hours talking about you and how you came to life. Apparently, you were just an accident, but not a bad one. And since he created you, you were my brother. Well, step-brother, because Blueberry was the other one that created you. I couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous… you were going to have caring parents and a better life than mine. What if Ink actually forgot entirely about me?

Yeah, the idea of having a brother was becoming less and less “exciting” to me.

But then, just before I started to think more things like that (which I thought was very rare for me), Ink suddenly had to go (I wasn’t surprised, with his work of protecting AUs and all; he barely had time to be here), cutting our conversation just when I actually started to enjoy it. Ink stood from the sofa and was about to open a portal when he realised something important:

Who was going to take care of you?

He told me that Blueberry and… Honey… I think, were with the other versions of them and he couldn’t take you to wherever they were. So, he had only one option… that I didn’t like, at all.


Why I had to take care of you?! I didn’t ask him for a brother and I didn’t know how to take care of a baby. I was five years old! I was starting to learn how to write and read! I remember arguing with him for a while, until I had to accept.

But not without asking something in return, of course.

In the end, he went to do whatever he needed and I was left alone with you. An awkward atmosphere formed where we were, since you found my face very interesting and kept your eyes on me for a really long time. I tried my best to ignore you, but you were too much persisting and even threw me some mini bones at me to gain my attention.

What a smart baby, huh? Well, we were magic skeleton monsters after all. But it was becoming annoying.

“What do you want?” I asked you and you only looked at me and babbled something. I instantly felt stupid, remembering that Ink told me you haven’t said your first word yet. how would you even tell me what you needed? You kept looking at me and then, surprisingly, your stomach made a noise.

Right… now I had to feed you.

Making something for you was horrible. I mean, we were in the Anti-Void and only had some snacks since we didn’t really need to eat, but being you a recently made creation, obviously needed to consume something, even if you had your HP full. Eventually, I found some milk and gave it to you, ending getting milk on my face and shirt because you apparently didn’t know how to drink it.

That was enough for me.

Usually, I’m not a person that gets mad easily. However, I did get mad that time. I stood abruptly from my seat and went to clean my face, leaving you alone on the sofa. Ink told me to not leave you, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be alone and so I did. I went to my bedroom (well, it’s not a real bedroom… just a bed that Ink made for me) and stayed here for a few hours. Maybe three or four…

It wasn’t until I heard a soft sound that I didn’t get up from my bed. And when I did, I instantly paled: You were lying on the floor crying softly. Your soft cries barely reaching my non-existent ears. And it wasn’t the worst. No, no.

You were blushing and sweating a lot. Were you sick? In that moment I didn’t know.

Quickly, I went to your side and picked you up, checking if you had hurt yourself from the fall. Luckily you didn’t have any bruises, but your skull was very hot. Now you were sick? And I was alone.

Great!

How you could get sick so easily and fast? I didn’t understand that at all! Was that the real reason of why Ink brought you here? So he could watch over you while Blueberry and Honey were busy? If that was the reason, he was very irresponsibly by leaving you with me: a child, taking care of another child!

I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t use magic to help you, I couldn’t ask Ink for help, I couldn’t open a portal and find Blueberry… I couldn’t do anything. And I was scared.

What if something happened? What if you started to feel worse? What if…

What if you died?

Those thoughts were swirling in my head, making me fell worst and worst. I didn’t want you to die.

Come on! You had a great life ahead! You would have a caring family and friends and maybe… maybe we would have been friends! I should have watched you. Maybe if I haven’t left you alone…

I couldn’t help to feel guilty, even knowing that it wasn’t my fault that got sick. In that moment, I didn´t cared about anything, just you.

It was in that moment when Ink decided that he should go home, and so he did. He came to the Anti-Void and found me on the sofa, hugging you like it was the last time I’d see you and honestly, that’s what I thought. He rushed to my side, worryingly asking what was wrong. I wasted no time and explained him what happened, apologising for being a bad brother and almost crying

Almost, ok?

What I wasn’t expecting was that Ink just took you and, with a quick spell, healed you. I mean, I knew magic were fast and efficient but, that was just too fast. When I asked him why, he explained that you were having some problems with your soul.

You see, brother (and also you, reader), Ink told me you were created without a soul, since you were just a magic drawing. So, he made an artificial one for you with the same paint he used to create you. Apparently, he didn’t want you to become like some “evil flower”.

Your soul was like your eyes: a blue diamond. And that soul was filled with Prussian blue paint that could give you the emotions you needed. It seemed like your body wasn’t used to having it yet and would make you sick from time to time. I didn’t quite understand that, but I was relieved when he said you would be fine.

The rest of the day was peaceful. Ink and I talked about random things while you slept. It was… nice, being with them like we were a family. That’s what we are, right? Yeah, right.

Eventually it was time to bring you back home. Ink said that you won’t be coming anytime soon because he wanted to protect you from dangerous people (aka, Error). It kind of made me sad, not being able to talk you again for a long time, but… it had to be done, hadn’t it? Ink made a portal back to Underswap and gave me time to say goodbye to you. After that, he started to walk to the portal, stopping when you started to squirm under his grasp.

Curious, I walked to the portal. You immediately looked at me and gave me a huge simile, saying (or trying to say) something that made us look at you in surprise:

My name. Yes, my name!

It was kind of babbled and wasn’t my full name but… It was your very first word. And it wasn’t “dad” or “mom”… no, it was “PJ”

You didn’t have idea of how happy you made me that day. The day when I found you, disliked you and then liked you and accepted the idea that we were brothers. And, in the bottom of my soul, I hoped to see you again.

Maybe having a little brother wouldn’t be that bad, right?

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I hope you liked it! It was an idea I had for while uvu and really needed to make it. We now know more about Print and PJ’s relationship. I won’t say PJ likes him because he’s not my character and don’t want to say incorrect things (since he isn’t one to make friends). So, I only will say that Blueprint’s first words made him very happy.

I’m sorry if it looks rushed, but this isn’t a story. It just PaperJam talking with Blueprint and telling him the story (with some people spying on them(?))

el-scorchooo  asked:

You still taking prompts? You're my fave Jopper author from way back S1. How about... Hopper giving El the birds and the bees talk (bonus points if you somehow get Joyce in there)

“Sign this,” El ‘Jane’ Hopper commanded, slapping a document onto the kitchen counter. Jim Hopper turned his attention away from the eggs and potatoes he was frying up in a cast-iron skillet and squinted in the direction of the paper.

“You need to wear your glasses, and not just when Joyce is around to yell at you. It’s a permission slip.”

“Oh?” Hopper inquired, turning his attention back to the skillet and stirring the contents with a wooden spoon. “Where are you going?”

“To the biology classroom to find out about Boning.”

Hopper turned the dial on the stove so hard that it nearly came off in his hand, his other hand was burned when he misjudged when blindly grabbing at the handle of the skillet. “GODDAMN IT!” he thundered, running for the sink and turning on the tap so he could run his injured hand beneath the soothing waters.

“What, what exactly do you mean by that, kid?”

El shrugged and walked over to the stove; she turned the flame back on medium scooted the skillet over the flame and promptly took over for Hopper. “Dustin said they would put the boys and the girls in two different rooms and we would learn how to bone. That’s what he said, but I don’t know–…

Hopper cut her off with a relieved chuckle. “Not quite. That kid really is a moron sometimes. It’s a class about puberty. They throw in a little bit about sex, though.” He turned off the tap and focused his attention on El, cool relief flooding him when he noticed she still looked terribly confused, and then he felt terrible about being relieved. It was okay to be happy to know that the Wheeler kid wasn’t pushing her to do anything she wasn’t ready for, it was quite another thing to revel in her ignorance.

“You look like you’re going to have questions ahead of the class,” he remarked.

“Yes. Sometimes when I ask questions, the other kids laugh. It’s like I should know these things, and when I don’t, people think I’m weird or stupid.”

Well, goddamn it. Hopper was going to let her just save her curiosity for the class and leave her to the people who got paid to inform her, but the thought of her being bullied and vulnerable going into the class… especially when most kids her age learned about these things either from classmates, siblings, TV or (he shuddered) experience, was heartbreaking. 

Hopper glanced at the clock. Joyce wouldn’t be home for another twenty minutes or so. She always knew what to say, and how to say it. Hopper suddenly felt tongue-tied and wrong-footed.

“Finish that up and have a seat at the table,” he grunted, wandering from the room in search of his First Aid Kit. 

When they were both situated at the table, Hopper at one end, El at the other, he cleared his throat and shrugged. “Shoot.”

“Is ‘sex’ the same as ‘boning’?” 

Right to the uncomfortable stuff.

“Yes,” he began carefully, stretching the word out as he pondered his next move. “Kind of. ‘Sex’ is the proper term, ‘boning’ is the word people use when they’re too immature to have sex. I always say ‘if you can’t call it by its proper name, you shouldn’t be having it’.”

“‘Sex’.” El echoed with a frown. “So I’m ready to have whatever it is?”

Hopper choked on his coffee. “No! That’s not - fuck! - excuse me, kid, I didn’t mean to swear, I’ll put a dollar in the jar in a second - no, it doesn’t mean you’re ready and I’m getting to why.”

“I heard someone call it ‘fucking’ too.”

“Now you owe a dollar.”

El crossed her arms over her chest and shrugged. 

“But yes, people call it that too. But sex is a physical act between two people who want to show more affection than just kissing and holding hands. It’s a private thing that is usually done in the bedroom and preferably by people who are willing to stay together. Older people. Maybe even people in their mid-twenties who have finished college and can afford the distraction and the risk.”

“Risk?”

Hopper took another deep, shuddering breath. “Sometimes, when sex happens, the woman can get pregnant. With a baby.”

El nodded, her brain beginning to comprehend. “So my mom had sex.”

“Yes, I think so?”

“And you had sex.”

Hopper could only nod slowly.

“And Joyce had sex.”

“I think you got the point, kid.”

“But she hasn’t had sex with you.”

Hopper scoffed and sputtered for a few moments before managing, “What makes you say that?”

“You don’t have any babies with Joyce.”

His forehead hit the tabletop with a thud. “So, that brings us to protection…”

“Like a gun?”

RFA+Saeran & V Reacting to Finding Female MC Crying

Thank you for the good wishes and request! I hope you like it :) 

Yoosung

  • Yoosung walked into their apartment to see papers scattered all over the table and an abandoned laptop
  • MC was laying on the couch sniffling into a cushion
  • He walked over and got down on his knees on her level
  • “Hey, I’m here. What’s wrong honey?”
  • He moved the hair stuck to her face from the streams of tears.
  • “I’m done, I can’t deal with the stress. I’ve been working on this project and the deadline is less than 48 hours and nothing is working.” She started to hyperventilate.
  • “Ok, I’m here. You’re here.” He took her hands and touched them to his face then hers and kept repeating until her chest was falling at a normal pace.
  • He stayed there stroking her hair until the tears subsided.
  • Whatever it would take to help her like she had done for him so many times before.
  • “Thanks Yoosung. I just had a breakdown and everything was crumbling… I’m sorry.” She kissed his hand in apology.
  • He kissed her hand in return. “You don’t need to say that. I want to be right here, with you.”
  • She nodded and thought she might cry again just from his words.
  • “Do you want to try looking at the papers again or take a nap on the couch watching YouTube.”
  • She sighed. “I should probably try again, but that second option is tempting.”
  • Yoosung smiled and pulled you up from the couch as he stood. “That’s my girl.”
  • He walked her back to the table and pulled up a chair next to her.
  • He helped get things organized and insisted on staying put.
  • The whole process he listens, proof reads, and offers his opinion when asked.
  • Every time MC tensed up, he grabbed her hand without missing a beat and helped her get through until the end.

Zen

  • The door swung open and Zen jumped at the outburst.
  • “Zen!” MC cried and slammed the door.
  • He emerged from the bedroom. “I’m right here-“
  • MC flung her arms around him and started uncontrollably hiccupping
  • “Baby, what is It?” he hugged her tight.
  • “I was w-working so hard for that promotion and t-today, they, they announced that they hired a new person for the position.”
  • “Oh, baby,” he stroked her back.
  • “I was so mad, I just went to talk with my boss to ask why and he said I had all the qualities but wanted to keep me in the same department because I would do better there. I worked so hard and gave them so much. I just quit right there. I felt so unhappy with my work but thought if I could move up it would get better.”
  • MC pulled back and look him in the eyes, “Oh god, did I make a mistake?”
  • He stared into her swollen eyes and his mind raced trying to find the words to console her
  • “I think the important thing, is that you’re happy. If you feel relieved in quitting then I think that’s a sign.”
  • He tucked a lock of hair behind her head and put his palm on her cheek. “I do know that you are one of the hardest workers and anyone would be lucky to have you.”
  • MC nodded and took some deep breaths. “Thank you Zenny.”
  • He kissed her forehead. “How about we watch some movies and eat ice cream? I went grocery shopping today and got your favorite.”
  • “I feel like the luckiest person to have someone like you.” Her smile returned.
  • Zen frowned. “That’s not possible?”
  • MC gave him a confused look.
  • “I’m the luckiest person because I have you.” He smirked.
  • Her face gave a slight brush and she started to laugh. “You’re too sly.”
  • Zen was filled with his own relief seeing the girl he loved laughing and smiling.

Jaehee

  • Arriving to her hotel Jaehee settled into the room and called MC to check in
  • After a few rings MC answered, “H-Hello?” with a hiccup.
  • “What’s wrong? Are you ok?” Jaehee forced her voice to stay calm but her mind was running frantic.
  • "The boy died, and he kissed his horse before going to the hospital. Then the guy kicked the bad guy and, and-”
  • Her voice faded and was replaced by a rustling sound.
  • “MC? Hello?” she snapped into the phone. MC wasn’t making any sense.
  • “Hello?” a male voice came through.
  • She identified it immediately. “Zen?”
  • “Hey Jaehee, yup its me.”
  • “What is going on?” she almost growled into the phone.
  • “Well we went to this movie together and it had a rather sad ending. I think MC’s emotions are just being intensified by the hormones from the pregnancy.”
  • A movie? All that emotion from watching a damned movie. Jaehee pinched the bridge of her nose.
  • “Where you worried? I told you nothing would happen while Zen the Knight was around,” he spoke confidently.
  • She sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand over her face in exhaustion. "Put MC back on the phone please.”
  • "Sure, one moment.”
  • There was more rustling as the phone was handed off.
  • “Hello?” she answered sadly.
  • She had been prepared to scold her for being so irrational. The tone in her voice however, took away any energy she had for it. “I will be home tomorrow as soon as possible. Please try to calm down in the mean time.”
  • “It was just so sad…”
  • “It was a fictional movie,” she stated calmly.
  • “I know…” she mumbled sheepishly. “I love you.”
  • “I love you too. Good night.”
  • “Night! Sleep well!” she signed off in a more cheerful tone.
  • She hung up the call and ran a hand through her hair. This was only the second month, things would only get worse as she progressed. This pregnancy would either make or break Jaehee Kang.

Jumin

  • It had been a late night for Jumin and to finally arrive home he could cuddle up with his two favorite ladies
  • But when he walked in there was no greetings only an empty living room.
  • Confused he set down his things and hung up his jacket to investigate further
  • He reached the bedroom and heard MC’s voice from the bathroom
  • “It’s alright sweetheart. Shh… it’s ok, you’re going to be ok,” she cooed.
  • His heart jumped a bit not knowing what was going on
  • He gently pushed the door open to find MC on the floor rubbing a towel over something small on the floor with tears running down her face.
  • Elizabeth the III sat on the sink watching curiously and meowed upon seeing Jumin.
  • MC glanced at Elizabeth and followed her gaze to see Jumin in the doorway.
  • “What is it MC?” he asked
  • The towel moved as a head turned to reveal a dog with a narrow face and light brown fur
  • The dogs dark brown eyes met Jumin’s and he quickly cowered behind MC best he could
  • “Jumin,” MC quickly spoke. “I didn’t have time to call you.” She wiped at her eyes.
  • “I was jogging at the park and this, t-this monster just threw this poor puppy in the pond and left. I couldn’t leave him there, he almost drowned and that guy didn’t even care enough to look back!”
  • Jumin tried to imagine such a terrible scene and felt some anger himself. No animal deserved that kind of cruelty.
  • Her voice quivered with anger and the tears started up. “I can’t imagine what else he’s been through.”
  • She petted the dog next to her and as Jumin got a better look he noticed the dog was missing half of its front right leg.
  • Jumin took a deep breath and walked in to kneel by MC’s side.
  • MC didn’t know what to expect next but when he put an arm around her shoulder and hugged her close she was so relieved the tears kept coming.
  • “I know, it’s ok…” Jumin whispered.
  • “I know you don’t like dogs but I can’t stand the thought of dropping him at shelter to be stuck in a cage. I don’t know if anyone will even take him because of his leg… Elizabeth even seems to like him,” MC listed off.
  • Jumin grimaced. “MC…”
  • He made the mistake of looking directly into her eyes and felt his resolve crumble. “…We’ll keep him for the weekend and get him vetted but the apartment isn’t suited for a dog. We’ll see if we can’t find a proper home for him ourselves.”
  • She hugged him tight and kissed him. “Thank you Jumin!” She kissed him again. “Thank you!”
  • He tried not to smile and coughed to clear his throat. “It’s just for the weekend.”
  • Something wiggled between them and Jumin came face to face with the animal in question staring into his eyes.
  • Jumin tried to ignore the dog and lean in to kiss MC but felt something wet and noticed the dog and put his black nose to Jumin’s face to stop him.
  • MC giggled. “Aw, he likes you.”
  • Maybe it was the exhaustion but he swore the dog turned back and licked MC in the face and seemed to tauntingly turn back to glare and Jumin.
  • Jumin narrowed his eyes. Just the weekend.

Saeyoung

  • Finishing some work up in the office he came out to the living room to find MC ball up on the couch with a pillow to her just with tears streaming down her face
  • He cautiously asked, “What’s wrong?” 
  • MC pointed at the TV and stated matter of factly, “Just having my heart shattered into tiny pieces. Seven, I need you to take a knife and stab me, I’ll be in less pain that way.”
  • He sighed, “That’s all?” He came and sat down next to her.
  • Snuggling in and putting his arm around MC. “Don’t worry, I’m here for you. You can cry on my shoulder. It can’t be that sad…”
  • “Anyone would cry if they couldn’t see the love of their life,” she countered.
  • “We’ll see about that,” Saeyoung replied. 
  • Halfway through the episode Seven was holding a pillow to his chest and sniffling.
  • “Are you crying?” MC asked with a smirk.
  • “UM, did you miss the part where he proposed to her with sand art and she friend zoned him for the other guy? Because I didn’t.”
  • He squeezed the pillow to his chest and narrowed his eyes at the main actress on the screen. “You don’t deserve him you monster.”
  • MC tried to contain the laughter but it overflowed until the tears coming were from the pain in her sides.
  • When the last of the giggles subsided she put her arm around his ‘shoulders. 
  • “It’s ok baby, you can cry on my shoulder,” sh’e said confidently. 
  • He leaned in and laid his head on her chest. “If you insist…” he sniffled. 
  • She raised on eyebrow. “Last time I checked that wasn’t my shoulder.”
  • Snuggling in close to her chest he said, “I think I feel a little better.”
  • MC ruffled his bright hair. “I can’t believe you,” she giggled. 

Saeran

  • He parked the car and walked up the driveway, checking the address given to him once more to make sure he was in the right place.
  • MC had to pick up the gift and insisted they take separate cars to the wedding.
  • Sure enough, he saw MC’s car in the drive and glanced at it as he passed
  • He paused abruptly upon noticing someone was inside
  • He knocked on the passenger window and watched as MC jumped and scrambled to wipe at her eyes
  • Saeran opened the door and got in
  • “You’re early,” MC breathed and offered a smile. “I’m just fixing my makeup.”
  • He stared at her as she attempted to search for ‘makeup’ in her purse
  • “You lied to me after all,” he stated.
  • She froze and looked at him wide eyed. “W-what?”
  • “You said you were happy for him. That you wanted to attend.”
  • Her hands gripped the purse tighter. “I did, I am. I mean… I should be happy for him, he’s my father. He’s getting married to a nice woman with kids. He gets another chance to be a good dad… He just wasn’t in the right place when I was born.”
  • MC’s voice became hoarse and she bent her head down. “I’m really happy for him.”
  • Saeran reach over to hold MC’s head to his chest. “You don’t have to let go of all those feelings. You can be happy, angry, upset, and more and not feel guilty for it. You don’t have to go in there either.”
  • He kissed your cheek. “If you still want to go, I’ll fix your eyeliner for you.”
  • MC snorted and shook her head. “You do make some of the straightest lines.”
  • “It’s a gift.”
  • She gave him a quick peck on the lips. “As long as you’re with me, I’ll be ok.”
  • Even after being together for so long his heart still fluttered. “You want me to mix things up if they’re going too well?”
  • She swatted his shoulder. “Of course not!”
  • MC wiped away the tears, “Well…maybe just a little sabotage.”
  • There went his heart again and he reached over to embrace her. “That’s if we leave the car.”
  • He captured her lips and leaned in with some other ideas in mind.

V

  • Jihyun was startled when from his work when he heard a loud thud followed by a cry of pain and another thud.
  • He quickly jumped from his desk and went to the living room to find MC rolling around on the floor surrounded by laundry spilled from the dropped basket.
  • She was kicking her foot frantically around and seemingly convulsing.
  • Avoiding her kicks he knelt down trying to assess what was wrong
  • “MC, what happened? Are you hurt?” he asked frantically.
  • “Argh! So much pain!” MC moaned and tears rolled down her cheeks.
  • “Don’t move, I’ll call an ambulance—”
  • “No! It’s just—I stubbed my toe on the table!” she exclaimed.
  • Jihyun was dumbstruck, “What?”
  • “God, it still hurts, it feels like it’s been going on for hours,” she hissed.
  • He laid back on the floor with a heavy sigh and a hand over his heart.
  • “Please don’t do that, we almost both went to the hospital.”
  • MC wiped at her eyes, “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect to end up on the floor trying to do laundry.”
  • He picked up a pair of shorts next to his head and tossed them aside moving onto his side to face her better.
  • Taking up her hand he kissed her palm. “Does it still hurt?”
  • She nodded. “Just a little.”
  • “Even if I did…this.”
  • His fingers skillfully attacked her sides and soon she was rolling again, trying to escape him.
  • “S-stop it!” she laughed.
  • “Maybe for…a kiss,” he bargained.
  • “Alright!” she exclaimed and rolled over to place kisses all over his face.
  • Now it was his turn to chuckle as she started going after his neck.
  • “N-not fair MC,” he breathed.
  • “All’s fair in love and tickle fights,” she declared.
Journal Entries

Gif not mine

  • Peter Parker x Reader
  • Word Count: 3,067
  • Warnings: Depressive themes, terribly written angst
  • This is just a way for me to write some recent feelings I’ve been having. I do not mean to offend anyone in anyway and I apologize if I do.

The school bell rang, signalling the students that class was over. Everyone immediately stood up, collecting their things and rushing out the door, probably to their locker or their next class.

Following the sea of students, I soon reached my own locker and began putting my books away until I heard Peter coming up to me. Smiling, I shut my locker and turned to face him.

“Hey Pete,” I greeted, not surprised that he looked like an absolute mess. I frowned slightly as I saw the faint discoloration around his eye, which was poorly covered by makeup.

“Let me guess, rough night?” I asked, both of us walking down the hall to English class.

“Nothing too bad, I guess I was off my game,” he sighed. “Honestly Pete,” I began, just about ready to lecture him again. “(Y/n),” Peter whined, obviously not wanting to deal with me.

“I know what you’re gonna say and I promise I’ll be more careful,” he reassured me. “You better Parker.” I would’ve said more, but we had already reached Mrs. Holly’s class.

Taking our usual spots, we both took out our books and faced the board, reading today’s assignment. We had to create a video review of one the modern takes on Romeo and Juliet. As Mrs. Holly began to explain the assignment, a folded piece of paper fell on my desk.

I quickly took it and looked at Peter, knowing it was him who gave it to me. Unfolding the paper under my desk, I briefly looked down to see Pete’s slightly messy handwriting.

You still on later tonight?

You see, we had agreed that if he helped me study for the math test, I would help him study for English. Placing the paper on my notebook, I quickly wrote ‘yes,’ pretending that I was taking notes. Folding the paper again, I tossed it back on Peter’s desk and watched as he smiled when he read my answer. Unfortunately, this did not go unnoticed by Mrs. Holly.

“Mr. Parker? Is there something you and Ms. (L/n) would like to share with the class,” she said loudly, putting both of us on the spot. I felt my face flush slightly as everyone turned to face us, some snickering.

“Uh, n-no Mrs. Holly,” Peter answered, crumpling the paper in his hand.

“Then please pay attention to the board. You haven’t been at your best lately,” she scolded, quickly returning to the lesson. ‘Sorry,’ I mouthed to Peter, feeling bad that he was called out.

‘It’s fine,’ he mouthed back, fixing his attention to the board. I soon followed, listening as Mrs. Holly’s voice droned on.


Pretty soon, the end of school same and since it was Friday, I was quite happy and relieved. I waited by Peter’s class, playing with my hands and watching the clock intensely. Finally hearing the students getting up to leave, I backed away from the door and looked for the brunet.

“Hey (Y/n), sorry if I kept you waiting, Mr. Collins sort of went on ranting about his personal life again,” Peter said, causing me to laugh a bit. “He does know he’s at school right? Not some therapy session,” I joked, leaning my head on Pete’s shoulder as we walked. We were pretty comfortable around each other seeing as though we’ve been friends since middle school.

We continued our mindless chatter until we reached our stop, taking our seats on the bus.

“So, how’s your writing coming along?” Peter asked. I’ve been working on a story about a girl who’s an artist, but ends up in a car crash which damages her hands. She goes through a series of tough events as she struggles with relearning basic hand movements with the help of her friend, Alice. The two build a strong relationship and eventually end up together, at least that was how it was supposed to go.

“It’s coming along…slowly. Surely, but slowly,” I admitted. A lot has been on my mind lately and I can’t seem to write anymore.

“Writer’s block?” Peter guessed. “Something like that I suppose,” I mumbled, biting my lip. Peter seemed to notice something was off and shifted uncomfortably. “(Y/n), what’s wrong?” He asked, reaching for my hand.

“Nothing, I’m okay,” I smiled, hoping Peter would move on and he did.


“So, your place or mine?” I asked as we walked into our apartment building. “At least buy me dinner first,” Peter joked, feigning surprise. “Oh shut up, y’know what I meant,” I said, slapping his arm and pressing the elevator button.

“Let’s go to yours. Aunt May has a few friends over and I don’t want to bother them,” Peter explained, entering the lift. “Alright, well my mom doesn’t come back home till 10 so we should be good,” I said.

Once the elevator reached our floor, we headed towards my place. I lived right across from Peter so that was pretty nice. Unlocking my door, I switched on the lights and shrugged off my jacket, draping it over a chair and headed to my room.

“You want anything to drink or eat? I got chips and some soda if you want any,” I offered, tossing my backpack on the bed.

“Nah, I’m good. Let’s just get started,” Peter replied, taking out his math books. I sighed and reluctantly got out my own. “What, I thought you wanted me to help you,” he said, taking notice of my behavior. “I know, I know. I just didn’t think we’d study right away,” I mumbled, taking a seat on my bed. Peter sat next to me and slung his arm around my shoulder.

“How ‘bout this, if we study a whole chapter, we can watch movies for the rest of the day,” he offered. I looked over to him and smiled. “Supernatural marathon?” I asked. Peter laughed and nodded his head. “Supernatural marathon. Now come on, we need to help you pass this test,” he reminded me. I opened up to the chapter and glanced over the problems, sighing. “I can do this,” I mumbled to myself.


“I can’t do this,” I groaned for a third time, laying my head down on my pillow. “Come on, we just have a few questions left. Just rationalize and si-” Peter was interrupted when I threw a pillow at him. “Can’t we just take a break now? The test isn’t till Wednesday,” I whined. “Fine, but we are gonna continue this tomorrow,” he said sternly. I was going to complain once more until Peter tossed his books on the ground, laying down next to me. I stared at him confused until he patted the spot next to him, signalling for me to lay down to. I obliged and laid down, crossing my legs and staring at the ceiling.

“(Y/n)?”

“Yes Pete?”

“Can you do that thing again,” Peter asked, looking at me with pleading eyes like a child begging for ice cream.

“Fine,” I laughed and stood up to turn the lights off. Immediately the plain ceiling was replaced with a painting of the night sky, stars littered all over the place. I first showed Peter this when we had our first sleepover. I was in my freshman year when I decided to paint my ceiling with glow in the dark paint.

I laid back down in my spot and looked over at Peter who stared in awe at the painting. While he was busy watching that, I was busy watching him. His eyes shined with happiness, his dark brown hair slightly messy and ruffled. A melancholy smile graced my lips as I caught myself looking at him with more than just platonic love again.

I admit, I did have some interest in Peter, but I brushed it off as friendship and nothing else. Besides, he seemed so content with his life now, I couldn’t possibly ruin that. Peter seemed to notice my staring as he looked back at me, causing me to blush and look away.

“Something on my face?” Peter asked with a cocky grin.. “Yeah, just a smidge of stupid,” I replied, laughing. Peter feigned hurt and soon sat up, looking at me mischievously. I raised my eyebrows in confusion until he attacked my sides, beginning to tickle me.

“Wait no, I’m sorry!!!” I exclaimed, having a laughing fit. “I’m not sure if I believe you, after all, I am stupid,” he teased, tickling me again. I reached desperately for a pillow and gripped on tight when my hand found one. I wacked Peter in the face, making sure not to hurt him, and got him off me. At the same time however, the sound of something falling caught both of our attentions.

On the ground, laid a notebook. Its cover was a soft orange with different patterns of flowers on it. Peter looked in curiosity while I stared in shock. Before I could do anything, he picked the book up and looked towards me, anxiety beginning to fill my senses.

“What’s this?” Peter asked, looking at the book. “It’s just my old writing journal, nothing too important,” I lied, reaching for it. “Can I read it?” He asked, beginning to flip the pages. I snatched the book out of his hands and put it in my desk cabinet.

“I would prefer it if you didn’t. It’s something I don’t really like sharing,” I said, a little shaken up.

“(Y/n)?” Peter stepped closer to me, about to place his hand on my shoulder before quickly looking out the window, his face showing concern.

“S-sorry. There’s a bank robbery, I-I gotta go,” he excused himself, rushing out of my apartment.

I let a deep sigh of relief and closed my eyes, too tired to deal with anything else.


It was well into the night now and with each and every minute, I grew more and more worried. Peter hadn’t come back yet and I had tried calling his cell many times, each going to voicemail.

I sat in my bed, crissed crossed, looking out the window. I had given up on trying to reach him, it seemed pointless now. Grabbing my coat, I was about to head out to find Peter when I heard a knock at my window. Turning around, I saw him still in his spiderman suit, which was a little torn with blood stains on it. Quickly opening my window, Peter stumbled inside, steadying himself with his hand on the wall.

“Peter, what did I tell you,” I said. Luckily it wasn’t anything too bad, just a busted lip and a black eye. Peter only groaned in response, causing me to lead him to my bed so he could sit down.

“Just wait here okay?” I said, walking into the bathroom for the first aid kit. I sighed when I was only met with an empty box, I knew this would happen someday.

“Peter! I’m gonna head to the store okay? The kit is pretty much empty,” I called out. I heard Peter give a faint ‘okay’ as I left.


Peter sat on (Y/n)’s bed, he had already changed into his old pajamas that he had left over here from previous sleepovers. His side hurt a lot, but he didn’t think too much of it. He had worse injuries before.

Time passed and Peter found himself getting bored. He walked over to (Y/n)’s desk, picking up and playing around with a few things until he looked at her desk cabinet. He knew it wasn’t his place to invade her privacy, but she said it was an old writing journal. It was probably filled with embarrassing fictional stories, nothing too personal.

Opening the cabinet, he grabbed the orange notebook and flipped to a random page.

Entry - Dec. 25, 2016

Today’s been pretty great. Peter gave me a necklace and I admit, I felt bad for only giving him a drawing. His gift was so much better than mine, but he reassured me that he loved it. I came up with a new story idea and I think it was one of my best. I’m quite proud of it actually. It’s about this girl who’s an artist. She ends up in a car crash which damages her hands and now she’s going through life trying to relearn how to use her them again. I’m debating on whether or not it should romantic towards the end, but we’ll see. Anyways, Christmas has been great, everything is fantastic now.

Peter felt himself smiling at the memory, no wonder (Y/n) didn’t want him reading this. It was a diary. He did feel a little bad though and went to put it back in the cabinet when he accidently dropped it, the book opening up to a random page.

Looking down, he read the date and furrowed his brows.

Entry - February 21, 2017

I’ll be honest, I haven’t exactly been ‘myself’ lately, whoever that is. Recently things have changed, well more specifically me. I know I said I would get better last time and I thought I was, but I guess not. I’ve been feeling down lately, not all the time though. I still smile and laugh with my friends, I still feel happy and have hope in myself, it’s just not the same anymore. For some reason, whenever I get home and I’m by myself, I feel sad and I feel worthless. Well, I feel worthless all the time actually. I love my life, I have a great family, I have amazing friends, and school is going great for me, but I can’t seem to enjoy it. I feel lonely and empty. I’m stuck in this ridiculous cycle of starting the day out happy only for the negativity to crash down on me, knocking me under…I’m tired of everything. I’m tired of the constant unwanted thoughts in my head, I’m tired of being over critical of myself, I’m tired that I’m constantly getting headaches and that I can never sleep at night. I hate that I let myself get this way. I am aware that this isn’t right, I am aware that I shouldn’t be comparing myself to other people, I am aware that I should not feel this way. I want to talk to people about this, but I’m afraid. I’m afraid that they’ll be disappointed in me, I’m afraid they’ll think less of me, I’m afraid I can never be the person they want me to be.I promised myself that I would stay strong. I promised that I would stay strong for my mom when my dad abandoned us, I promised I would be supportive of my sister when she moved away to work in film. I promised my teachers that I would keep my grades up and go to good college. I promised Peter that I would always stay by him no matter what, when his uncle died and when he told me he was spiderman.I promised people so many things, but I don’t know if I can do it anymore. I’m tired and I want a break, but I can’t. Not when so many people depend on me. I don’t want to let them down, I don’t want them to be ashamed of me, but everything has a breaking point and I’ve reached mine. The only problem is that I’m too afraid to get help and that kills me.I want to just disappear and wait until the pain subsides or just disappear completely. I’m tired and all I want is a break.

Peter felt shocked and confused. He never thought (Y/n) would be going through all of this and he felt disappointed that he never realized what she was going through.


“Peter! I’m back,” I yelled, shutting the door with my foot. When I got no answer, I became confused and went into my room. I placed the bag with all my supplies and went to look up when I saw Peter sitting on my bed, his eyes red. His hand was behind his back, like he was hiding something.

“Why?” Peter asked me, his voice cracking a bit. I stared in confusion until he held up the orange notebook.

A lot of things happened that moment. First, I was scared and I was shocked. I was scared that he thought of me differently now and shocked that somebody else knew what was going on. Then I felt violated and betrayed, I had told Peter to leave it alone, but he ignored that and invaded my privacy, I felt a little angry.

“Peter-” I began only to be interrupted by the same question.

“Why?”

“Why what?” I asked, becoming a bit aggressive. “Why I didn’t tell you? Why do I feel like this? Why what?”

“Why did you ever think that I would think less of you, that I would be disappointed in you?” He asked, tears running down his cheeks.

I felt tears stream down my face and my heart clench. “Because, you think of me as a dependable person, you think of of me as a friend. I liked that you thought of me that way, I didn’t want you to think of me as a person who is too weak and can’t get help. I don’t have some complicated reason as to why I thought you would think of me like that, so if that’s what you expected, I’m sorry.”

Peter stayed silent and I sighed, letting the silence take over a bit before breaking it. “I’ll just clean you up and you can leave if you want. I won’t force you to stay here,” I mumbled, going over to the bag of supplies when I felt something latch onto my hand. Looking down, I saw a string of webs attached to it before I was tugged back. I stumbled onto Peter and his arms wrapped around me tightly, burying his face into my hair.

“I will never leave you, never you hear me,” I heard him whisper before pulling away, his hands cupping my face. “I love you and I promise I will stand by you no matter what.” Peter placed a kiss on my forehead as I felt tears running down my cheeks. I pulled Peter into another hug and cried, knowing that I had somebody I could turn to now, no longer having to write another journal entry.

anonymous asked:

So this is kind of a sad-turned-cute prompt but imagine Yaomomo getting stood up on a blind date and Todo to the rescue!

 Note: Thanks! Actually I had this in mind half a year ago but never wrote it. Happy reading! This one is longer than the others :p I also paid homage to the drama cd haha

In which Todoroki sees her again after a year

               Her friends made this sound a lot easier than it really was.

               Just two hours ago, Yaoyorozu was in her room with Ashido, Hagakure, and Jirou as clothes were being stuffed back into her drawers, and then taken out again. She stood like a mannequin for the three girls as bouts of laughter encompassed them. With jewellery dangling on her like a Christmas tree, she took notice of how much of a pig sty her room had become. Ashido, being the hopeless romantic, wanted to set her up with someone she met from middle school. Strong, tall, charming, responsible…was what Ashido described the mystery blind date as, and with no doubt, he was someone who valued someone else’s time.

               Then why is it that he still hasn’t shown up?

Yaoyorozu pondered quite considerably too, before agreeing to this, since she had someone whom she had high regards for but she was certain destiny has it that they weren’t meant to be. So why not give this ‘perfect’ guy a chance?

               “Are you still waiting for your friend?” The server came again to ask, professionally balancing 5 plates at once, and Yaoyorozu could count with her fingers the number of times she had checked up on her table for thus far. Exactly 4 times.

               “Yeah, he should be here soon,” Yaoyorozu gave a fake smile, so meek that even she couldn’t fool herself, “He is stuck in traffic, I think.” Her last words trailed off into a discreet utterance.

               “Alright then, call me when you’re ready to order,” the server gave her a quizzical look, suspicion written all over her expression, and walked away with a sway of her hips. Yaoyorozu rested her head on her palm, playing with the little packets of raw sugar on the side of the table with her other hand and sighed.

~~

               “Okay so the newest superhero movie just came out, who’s down to go this weekend?!” Kirishima’s sharp, fang-like teeth glinted as he gave a large grin, “It’s gonna be the best movie of 2017, I swear!”

               “I’ll go,” Tokoyami laid his arm around Midoriya as Kaminari nodded in agreement, “And Midoriya, you better go too. Don’t tell me you’re hanging out with Uraraka again.”

               Midoriya mouth formed a thin line, “With our schedule, I haven’t been able to see her for two weeks Tokoyami-kun, so….”

               “No can do,” Tokoyami shook his head, his feathers ruffled as he did so, making them appear more dynamic than usual, “Todoroki, how about you?”

               The three guys turned to face Todoroki right when the gorgeous and curvy bartender delivered their beers. Kirishima cocked an eyebrow when something black caught his eye underneath Todoroki’s glass and he sloped his body forward to take a peak, and sure enough, it was the bartender’s scribbly handwriting forming her phone number and flirty words of sorts. Kirishima knew beforehand that the bartender had zero chance.

Looking back at Todoroki, he seemed very concentrated on something on the other side of the room, neglecting the gazes that he was receiving from his friends, and Kaminari smirked.

               “Todoroki, are you checking out some hot girl?” Kaminari stuck his head out and scanned the area shamelessly, and his brows began to furrow, “Which girl are you even looking at?”

               No response came and on the contrary, it seemed that Kaminari’s question cued Todoroki’s aimless gaze to fix on his drink. The bartender watched him solicitously as her number below his hand caught his attention, but he ignored it just as fast. The boy gulped down most of the beer, wiped his mouth with a quick motion and was prepared to leave his seat.

               “Ehh? Isn’t that Yaoyorozu?” Kirishima cried out in surprise, “Let’s go say hi! It’s been like a year since we saw her.”

               Kaminari’s face brightened up, “You were staring at Yaoyorozu? Man, Todoroki, you are so…”

               His stomach dropped when Todoroki’s death glare pierced him and he quickly shut his mouth.

              The red-haired boy was bursting with energy though and his chair wobbled as he pushed off his bar stool. However, Kirishima wasn’t reading the mood properly, both Tokoyami and Midoriya recognized, and Tokoyami’s outstretched arm halted him midway.

               Midoriya spoke without skipping a beat, “doesn’t it look like she’s waiting for someone? Impatiently too?”

               Tokoyami crossed his arms and closed his eyes, looking thoughtful, “It’s the abyss of love.”

               The others, with the exception of a nonchalant Todoroki, were taken aback by their friend’s unexpected, edgy comment. Good ol’ Tokoyami.

               “Looks like she got stood up though,” Kaminari swallowed, “It’d be embarrassing for her if we go over there now.”

               It’s the sophisticated yet mournful look on Yaoyorozu’s face that urged Todoroki to act. She’s mature enough to handle herself, he acknowledged that fact, but she didn’t deserve to be treated like this. Putting his unfinished glass down with a thud, he maneuvered past the other patrons and headed over to her, paying no heed to his friend’s remarks.

~~

               The mix of footsteps was muffled to her by now and the music didn’t grow on her either. It won’t be long till her patience subsided completely. She was frustrated and disappointed, but most of all, she felt shamed. ‘Too naïve’, was what she always said to those around her, as if she had the right to criticize. But now it pertained to her. Oh, the irony.

               “Yaoyorozu.”

               A whiff of spice overcame her senses and she poised, “You’re finally here!” Her voice broke in a happy tune.

The girl looked up and froze, meeting icy orbs plus white and red hair. She was stupid for not recognizing his familiar, bold voice.

Todoroki gestured in an attempt to ask if he was allowed to sit across from her and she nodded slightly. He should be glad for her to be meeting people, much less people of romantic interest, but as if thorns jabbed his chest, he wanted so bad to kick whoever this guy was all the way to Antarctica.

“Oh your friend is here!” The server couldn’t be more coincidental and eyed Todoroki up and down, a blush reaching her cheeks.  Yaoyorozu pressed her lips together.

“He’s actually not the…”

“Yeah, I’m late,” Todoroki cut in, flipping through the menu like a storm, “I’ll take the steak and she will have the same.”

“Wha—“

“Oh and also two glasses of the 1990 Chateau Margaux.”

At that, both the server and Yaoyorozu’s eyes widened. The latter was sure the price for that particular wine was $450 per glass but was partly glad that he remembered her favourite choice of reds. After the server thanked them profusely and walked away, the two sat there in a silent discord. Both wanting to ask each other about their new lives, eyes meeting and fleeting away, yet hesitant to know of one another’s change.

She kicked his leg accidentally under their wooden table.

“Uh sorry,” she spoke first, igniting the conversation, “Todoroki, I’m just wondering…why are you here?”

“Why, am I not allowed to be here?”

This prompted her thoughts of the Ennichi Festival where a similar question was raised by him years ago.

“No, of course you are,” she peeked at him. Through candlelight, his jaw line appeared more defined and his hair was a little shorter than she recalled. Everything else about him was the same though; he was still making her heart race without even trying.

“So was someone supposed to be here?” he stared at her and her eyes darted away.

“Well,” she started to focus on the buttons on his sleeves, “Ashido’s acquaintance was supposed to be here.”  

“Like a date?” he asked, not intending to make her restless but the shiver of her hand proved the contrary.

“Like a date.” She managed to repeat, and her shoulders relaxed, “but he never showed up.”

“Maybe he came and saw you and walked away,” he added.

Todoroki’s desperate attempt at joking and making her laugh was abysmal. His statement was met with lamentable eyes and he knew that ruined the mood.

“I was kidding,” he quickly explained, scratching the back of his neck. Yaoyorozu looked hopeful for a second and giggled. Noticing the upward motion of his lips as well, a nostalgic feeling showered her. In the back of her mind, an unnerving question coerced her to speak and finally she gave in.

“Todoroki,” she spoke, anticipating, “so are you seeing anyone?”

“Yes,” he said and she felt a pang in her chest, but recovered when he continued, “I see Midoriya quite often.”

“Oh,” she was relieved, “I mean are you dating anyone.”

Todoroki thought for a while, “No. I don’t know how to attract the person that I like.”

Yaoyorozu gulped inaudibly. Within the past year, things have changed too much. They had grown up.

 “I think …girls are simple though. They like food, and flowers,” she responded with a gleeful tone.

“Mmm,” his voice trailed off, he turned around, looking as though he was searching for something, “how about steak and wine?”

“Yeah steak and wine works,” she bit her lip, crestfallen, “Whomever you like must be lucky.”

“No I think I’m luckier.”

She considered his every move after his last word, while toying with the piece of hair that framed her face. As the server came to place their food on the table, Todoroki stood up from his seat without warning. He didn’t stall to think about where to go and gave Yaoyorozu a quick glance.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, “You go ahead.” And she was left to wonder what he had in mind.

After a minute, Todoroki came back panting and when Yaoyorozu casted her eyes over to him from a half eaten piece of potato, she was ossified in her seat.

There he was, standing with one pink rose decorated with cellophane and chevron ribbons. He pushed it toward her, eyes commanding.

“Todoroki, what is—“

“Steak, wine and flowers,” he corrected himself, “I mean a flower. The florist across the street was closing so this is what was left.”

He cleared his throat, sensing his friends at the bar observing him, “I’ve wanted to do this since forever ago. But I was confused and I didn’t know what to do that was best and would impress you.”

The girl opened her mouth to speak, finally connecting the dots, but instead, she took a deep breath and accepted his flowers.

“You could impress me with just your presence, Todoroki.”

He was stunned by her answer and his expression softened. Within the warm glow of the candles, she erased the distracting silhouettes and sounds in her mind, tiptoed a bit, and kissed him.

Wait for me.

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Thomas Shelby x reader

“Maybe, but I know that he still loves you whatever he tries to say. I can see it in his eyes when people speak of you. When he looks at you, it’s like he’s never seen anything quite like it. He’s never looked at me that way. That’s all I wanted you to know, I thought if you left then maybe he’d look at me that way.”

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Characters: Jensen x Friend!Reader, Jared x Friend!Reader

Length: 2099+ words

TW: Assault, Depression, Mental health clinic + treatment 

A/N: This will most likely the be first (and only) real people fics I will write. This was an idea that has been swimming in my head for a while, and something that happened recently encouraged me to write it. There are some details in this story that hits close to home. At first I wanted to write a lot of backstory for this character, but I decided to keep it completely open, and focused on the topic and the moment, instead of the character’s past. 

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!


Y/N stared at the fan with wide eyes. Her heart was pounding against her rib cage as thoughts raced through her mind faster than she could process them. In hindsight, she should’ve seen this coming. The industry always had little consideration to people’s emotions. There was always the option of denying all the rumours, but she knew it wouldn’t go very well. The truth was bound to come out, and it would be best to address it right away before it gets any further. At least this version was the closest to the truth.

She felt someone touch her elbow, and she immediately flinched, pulling her elbow back and taking two steps backwards. She stared at the two people she shared the stage with fearful eyes, almost letting out a whimper. Willing herself to calm down, she address the elephant in the room.

“Are you okay?” Jared whispered, eyebrows furrowed in concern and confusion. Jensen was a step back, equally as worried.

“I-I-” She cleared her throat, nervously wrapping her arms around herself. “I’m sorry,” she mouthed towards them before turning to the crowd. With shaky hands, she grabbed the mic. “I-I’d like to take two minutes to address these rumours,” she turned to face the boys, “if you guys don’t mind.”

They shook their head, Jared giving her an encouraging smile. She had to look away from their pitiful and concerned faces before she broke down.

“A little more than a year ago, my mom was diagnosed with alzheimer’s and dementia, and you guys know how growing up it had always just been me and her against the world. I also knew she was vehemently against being put in an ‘institution’. So I took her home with me, trying to balance my work life and my personal life. Her mind was degrading quickly, and the nurse I hired to take care of her when I’m gone said that she doesn’t have much time left before she wouldn’t remember me at all. It was tough to understand because physically my mom was still so strong, but her mind was a different story. Around that time, I was doing a lot of filming for this season. I won’t get into much detail of what happened, but someone who worked on the set of Supernatural har- assaulted me.”

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Being prepared for surgery is the best way to reduce your stress going into something like this. When I was younger I read so much content on this website about other people’s experiences so I could be emotionally and practically prepared. I tend to worry a lot about things and details have always eased those anxieties. It’s my hope that my followers can learn a little from my experience and have a better concept of what will go into their own surgery if that’s what they want. I’ve bolded bits I consider super important if you are skimming through. Or if you want read the whole thing! Text and photos under the cut.

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There’s a Fan Out Here || Conor

Conor masterpost found here

Word count - 911

Summary - The one with Conor’s tour surprise.

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Conor’s POV

Tour was great. Everything I dreamed. Better even. This was a bigger scale tour than I had ever done before. I was ecstatic.

But I missed (Y/N).

Pathetic, I know, but when you’ve spent two straight years with someone being able to see them everyday, going four months without them is torture. I texted her everyday and called her almost the same amount. It obviously wasn’t the same. I wanted to see her and touch her and hold her. Sometimes not even in a sexual way. Usually not even in a sexual way. It was just so damn hard to fall asleep without her next to me.

“I miss you,” I said to (Y/N) one night on Skype as I laid in bed.

“I miss you too,” she said back, a sad look on her face. “But it’s okay. Only a little bit longer.”

“But I miss you,” I repeated, not even caring how whiny I sounded. (Y/N) laughed- one of my favorite sounds.

“You’re on a huge tour right now!” she reminded me. “Don’t dwell on missing me. Think about all the bits of the world you’re seeing.”

“Why would I need to see thee world when you’re my whole world anyway?”

“Oh god,” she giggled, “that was horrible.”

“I know,” I said back, grinning, “I just wanted to see you smile.”

Most of our Skype sessions went like that, just speaking of how we missed each other and teasing each other until one of us fell asleep. God I missed her.

It was the night after another show. I ran off the stage sweating my ass off, as usual. It was a lot of work running around the stage with bright lights shining on me. So, I ran off to my dressing room, hoping to hop in a shower and change before getting on the bus to the next venue.

I did so quickly, jumping in the shower and washing my hair and body. At home I took long showers, but here I didn’t have that same luxury. When I got out, I put a towel around my waist and ran another through my hair. I was slipping on my boxers when I heard a voice outside my door. “No really, I am!” the girl squealed, her voice high pitched. “I’m outside his dressing room right now! Oh my god, what if he’s naked. Conor Maynard, naked. Should I go in? What if it’s locked?” I froze when I heard the handle jiggle. “It’s locked,” the girl sighed in frustration. She seemed to be on the phone. “I have to meet him. Maybe there’s a window in the dressing room. I can run outside and check.” I turned around where there indeed was a window. I locked it immediately.

“Can I help you?” another voice joined the girl. It was my manager.

“Oh hi, yeah!” the girl said quickly. “I know I really shouldn’t be back here but I just really really want to meet Conor. If I could just see him for a second I’ll go and I won’t cause any trouble.” I was quite relieved, knowing my manager wouldn’t let a random fan come in my room.

“Yeah, why not,” I heard him laugh. “I’m sure Conor has time for a quick photo.”

I was somewhat annoyed and completely shocked. So much for that. There was a knock at my door, followed by my manager saying, “Hey, Conor it’s me! There’s a fan out here who’d like to meet you.” I sighed and slipped on my joggers and a jumper.

“Coming!” I said, painting a smile on my face. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to meet fans, I loved doing so! It was just routine that immediately after a show, I call (Y/N). I hated leaving her waiting, especially since I had just texted her saying it’d only be a few seconds until we could talk.

I opened the door and the girl immediately flung herself into my arms. I was taken aback a bit, laughing and hugging her back. “Nice to meet you,” I said kindly, slightly uncomfortable at this girl’s actions. I heard her laugh. It sounded so familiar I was caught off guard. The girl pulled away from me and I finally got to see who she was.

(Y/N).

“Oh my god,” was all I managed to say. I immediately pulled her into my arms again, lifting her up in the air. She laughed again and wrapped her legs around my waist, burying her face in my neck. “Oh my god,” I repeated. “What are you doing here?”

“Finishing the tour with you,” she said quietly, her breath tickling my skin. I pulled my face a bit so I could look at her.

“Seriously?”

“Mhm,” she nodded, a huge smile on her face. “Took a bit of convincing with my boss, but I worked it all out in the end.”

“Oh my god!” I said for probably the millionth time, spinning her around the room. “This is unbelievable. This is perfect. You’re perfect.” She smiled and pressed her lips gently to mine, her fingers tangled in my hair. I held her tightly to me, my hands resting on her bum as I kissed her back. When we both eventually pulled away, we left the dressing room and headed to the tour bus, speaking words of excitement and affection the whole way. I was so glad I wouldn’t need to miss her any more.

9

@taylorswift hey Tay this is me I’m Shayna! I know you’ve probably got thousands of messages and won’t see this, but first off Hi, I love you. Second thank you. Thank you so incredibly much to all you’ve done for me, you’ve never liked my posts or noticed me but you’ve still done so much for me. You have been my only friend when I was spending lunch alone in the bathroom. You’ve been my shoulder to cry on when I’ve lost people I’ve loved. You’ve been the one cheering me on as I’ve went after my dreams. You’ve been the big sister I’ve looked up to and admired. You’ve been the one constant in my life the past 10 years and I couldn’t ever thank you enough for that. People haven’t been there for me much but your music has. You have been my reason to keep going on the days I’ve wanted nothing more than to disappear so many times. I’ve struggled with severe anxiety and depression amongst other things throughout my life and there’s been so many times you’ve been my only light. I wish I could explain it all but it’s not the happiest things and I want to move forward and I know because of you things get better. And now you’ve also become the reason my best friend is in my life, it’s kind of incredible we’re really like the same person in the best ways, Rebekah(the other half of my hand heart & rainbow hair ) ( @best-dress-fearless ) is actually like my soulmate in the friendship way, and because of you I got to meet her and explore Nashville with her and show her around my hometown. And make memories of a lifetime and GO TO HOUSTON & Although Houston has came and gone and I’m still crying over hearing Better Man live. I’ve really never sobbed uncontrollably as much as I did in this moment. I’ve also never felt quite as free and relieved as I did in the moments following. @taylorswift thank you so incredibly much for singing this, I know it was probably a really hard thing for you to do. It was everything I’ve ever needed. Seriously I can’t ever thank you enough for writing this song, it’s changed my life. It was also pretty incredible to look over during Better Man and see Rebekah by my side. To have my best friend that’s helped me see what true friendship is by my side as I cried and sang along to the song that made me realize how toxic my previous friendship was, was humbling. I’m thankful every day that I have Rebekah in my life and even more now that I’ve got to spend the 10 days with her. Taylor I’m so so thankful for you bringing this girl into my life.

Company

Summary: You’re the new forensic scientist at CCPD and have to share the laboratory with Barry Allen for a while. The thought of that doesn’t please him too much, but that’s only until he meets you.

Pairings: Barry Allen x female reader

Word count: 851

A/N: Hey! So this is the first part of a little serie I have in mind. In this part there’s no interaction between Barry and the reader, it’s just a kickstarter so I can figure out how to proceed.  Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

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Becoming Will

*First, I want to say I know I kinda copied the narrative voice of a few of my favorite blogs–some that are still here, some that are gone.  Just wanted to say ya’ll inspired me to write this on the side about a real life stud I know–And I’ll work on making my own voice and finding my own thing.  Til then, imitation is the best form of flattery, right?*


Will was alone for the week. No wife. No pets.  Just him and the house to himself.  

Oh I’ve got big plans for you Will—Big plans for that tight body of yours.  The handsome Manly stud was resting peacefully in bed, wearing just a white t-shirt and boxers.  

I don’t even want to wait—I just rush toward my new vessel.  

“Huh!” Will gasps out as my astral form begins pouring right into his chest.

His arms and legs flail and his toes clench tight.  He’s grunting and grabbing madly at the sheets, still so confused by the surge of energy flowing into him.  

He arches his back and yelps as I flood into every limb and corner of his body.  

“No…Please…” he says between pants and moans as my energy enters alignment, taking control of his body bit by bit.  

Will is practically in convulsions at this point as the last of my energy enters his chest and I surge up to fill his head.  The Manly stud gasps one last breath before collapsing onto the bed in a relaxed heap.

I open my eyes and look up at an unfamiliar ceiling.  I also feel my heartbeat slowing down and I feel a light glisten of sweat.  Then I look down and see the unraveled sheets of Will’s bed, along with his toned legs and a glimpse of those chiseled abs from his raised shirt.  

“Oh fuck yeah…” I say in a sexy voice, especially sexy since it’s his voice bending to my will.  

My new dick hops slightly, and I am surprised by how much blood I sense pumping and engorging my new member.  

“Wow, look at that thing!” I say in awe as I grab that cock through the silky fabric and feel a surprising amount of length and girth.  

Excited, I kick the boxers off and watch as Will’s dick grows to a thick 8 inches.  

“Holy Shit!” I say in wonder as I grab it and give it a pump of appreciation.  “And here I thought I would just be using your tight ass!  But this cock is definitely going to be doing some fucking!”

I rub my muscular legs together as I yank the shirt off, leaving me naked and able to admire this smooth, toned body.  

“Fuck, you take care of yourself,” I marvel as I rub my hands up and down this carved torso, running my hands along the defined lines of these chiseled pecs and abs.  

Will shaved recently so he is quite smooth, but I am still relieved to see a healthy amount of armpit hair, some nice leg hair, and nicely groomed pubes.  Huffing my new pits, I can’t help but go in for more as I basked in my new musk—it was so pleasant and almost neutral, as if this body’s natural odor was like a light cologne.  

“Oh this is gonna be fun…”

I was passing well enough for the most part.  Some of my jokes didn’t resonate with his friends, but I wasn’t too out of the ordinary…yet…

Nick, from United, was super drunk at the party we all went to, and I stepped in, assuring everyone I’d get him home safe.  They all agreed and thanked me—it was hard for me not to smirk though as I put one of Nick’s arms around my shoulder and helped the stumbling dude back to Will’s room…

“Dude… this isn’t my place…” Nick said, slurring the words, but not nearly as badly as at the party.

“Just relax,” I assured him as I gently pushed him onto the bed.  “You can stay in my bed tonight.  Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“Sounds a little gay,” Nick said with a laugh.  

“Only if I do this,” I say right as I reach my hand down to Nick’s crotch and begin gently rubbing him through his pants.  

“Wh-what are you? Dude—St-ahhhhhhhhhh-Stop!” Nick says as he tries to squirm away.  He’s still too drunk though.  

“Man, look at how hard you got.  So fast and even with all that liquor in your system.”

“The fuck’s the matter with you, Will.  This isn’t like you.”

“Sorry, Nick.  I guess there’s a new me that loves dick, and he’s here to stay,” I told him as I got his pants off and marveled at what must have been a 9 inch cock that was almost as thick as Will’s.  

“holy fuck that thing’s big! I don’t even know if I can fit it in this virgin hole!” I said with delight as I rushed to get my own pants off.

“What are you? Unggggg” Nick cooed in confusion as I got in the bed and began grinding my engorging rod against his throbbing meat.  The fabric of our boxers made us both gasp out from the friction, and I could tell he was shivering from my toned legs rubbing up against his.  I ran my hands under his shirt, taking in that toned and hairy torso. He grabbed my arms and tried to push me away, but once I reached his nipples and gave them a nice pinch, he twinged and put up noticeably less resistance.  

“You can’t do this…” Nick said as I ripped his shirt open, sending buttons flying.  

“I know you want this Nick. I know you want me,” I said with Will’s voice as I leaned down and sucked his left nipple, lapping it with my tongue and just barely biting it with my teeth.  Nick’s cock jumped—I could feel it as I kept grinding against him.  He was moaning now, gasping for air as his legs wriggled helplessly against mine.  

“Fuck I wanna get to the main act,” I said with impatience as I tore my own shirt off and tossed it on the floor.  I crawled off Nick and began pulling his underwear off.  He tried to sit up in protest, but I pushed him back onto his back, disorienting him for several seconds since his head was still spinning.  

As he looked up, groaning as the room was probably spinning, I kicked off my own boxers and grabbed the bottle of lube I had purchased earlier with Will’s money.  I wasted no time applying a healthy amount to my cleaned and prepped hole before grabbing Nick’s throbbing dick and getting him nice and slick.

I then straddled Nick, on my knees and looking down at him.  I grabbed his cock and lined it up with my ass cheeks.  

Nick’s eyes bugged wide open as I began my descent—I started just letting his cock glide between my crack, almost as if it were getting played like a harmonica.  

“Nooooo…nnnggggg…stop!” Nick begged as he gasped for breath and shivered from pleasure.  

“Nick, we’re just getting started,” I said with a voice full of lust as I lined his cock head with Will’s virgin hole.  

Nick looked up in horror as I began leaning back.  His jaw dropped and so did mine.  We both gasped for air as that cock head slowly stretched my unimaginably tight hole. I was grunting and groaning, slowly letting my hole stretch more and more until the head finally popped inside me. I clenched my toes and sighed as I smoothly dropped my weight, amazed at how easy it was to now take all nine inches. Fuck, Will was a natural.  

Nick shrieked as the last inch filled me up and I sat there, stuffed full of his rod.  I reared my head back and rubbed my hands over my abs and chest, entering a euphoria as Will’s body gave me so much pleasure.  My throbbing rod was leaking pre all over Nick’s lower abs just from the excitement of this no-longer-virgin hole being so full.  

But I wanted to feel that again.  

“Wh-what are you—Arrggghhhhhh fuck!” Nick yelled as I leaned up, slowly rising until just the head was left inside.  Then I sighed and shivered as I slowly sank back down, enjoying the feeling of getting filled up all over again.  

Nick kicked his legs out and curled his toes, undeniably turned on as Will’s tight hole massaged his throbbing rod.  

“Fuck yeah, Nick! You’re so big!” I said in a breathy voice as I began gently moving my hips around in circles.  

“You…nnnnnggggg…you have to stop…” Nick begged as his breathing picked up.  

I started grinding up and down off his rod, gently fucking myself on his meat over and over, gaining a little more length each time until I was practically pistoning myself up and down off his full length.  

Nick was gritting his teeth trying to hold back the yells of pleasure.  I didn’t hold anything back.  I yelled and hollered with delight as I rode my bull.  We were both drenched in sweat, and it must have been at least half an hour like this when I saw a new level of focus in Nick’s eyes.  

Fuck!  He must be sobering up.  He leaned up, no longer off balance like before and looked me right in the eye.  He was fully inside me, which made me feel helpless in case he was about to punch me. Instead, he grabbed my face and pulled me into the hottest make out I could ever imagine, now thrusting up into me as I sat on his gyrating cock.  

He growled as he hooked his arms underneath my armpits and began pistoning into me like I was a human fleshlight.  We both curled our toes and hollered loud enough for the floor to hear as we fuck in this entangled position.  

That was when he rolled us over so I was on my back.  

“You’re right.  I fucking want you so bad!” Nick growled as he leaned forward, stuffing me back full of his meat, making me yelp into his already waiting mouth.  

Our tongues explored each other’s and our hands explored each other’s chests and abs as I wrapped my legs around his thighs, pulling him toward me and adding power to each thrust.

My back arched as he struck my prostate, and I saw a sly smile as he realized what he had done. With animal-like desire, he struck that same spot again, and again, over and over again until I couldn’t stop clenching Will’s used hole.  

“Oh Will!  I’m gonna cum!  Gonna fucking—Agggghhhhhh GOD!!!!” Nick shouted as he pounded me full of his load—shot after shot of warm liquid flooded into me, making me feel euphoric inside as he released his manly essence in me.  With one last crashing shot, he slammed his dick back into me and passed out.  I was so turned on though—I wanted more.  I wanted to feel more dick up a virgin hole.  

In an instant, I let go of my hold over Will and let my astral essence flood into Nick’s slumbering form, right though his dick.  His passed out body just shook with no resistance as I took it over, but that shaking stimulated Will’s hole as I left.  I clenched my toes one last time before opening my eyes and looking at a stunned Will.  He gasped and arched his back before collapsing, passed out from shock and pleasure.

“Oh fuck yeah,” I said with Nick’s voice as I pulled my cock out of Will and watched the river of cum leak out.  I reached down and grabbed as much of it as possible—It was clean since I had prepped Will beforehand.  I smeared the cum along the entrance of this virgin hole and the rest all over Will’s wet with precum cock that never got a chance to blow.  I wouldn’t even need lube thanks to all this cum as I got on my knees and began lining Will’s cock with this virgin hole.  

Will just laid there, completely out as I pressed down and felt his cockhead widening Nick’s virgin entrance….

“Oh GOD!” I yelled as I took a deep breath and forced myself down, forcing that Will dick into me in one rushed motion.  Nick’s virgin hole had no prep and no opportunity to relax and widen, so he’d definitely be sore in the morning, but for now the thrill of the moment turned me on so much I didn’t even feel any pain.  I just felt full.  So full and so stretched as I took in the passed out stud’s meat.  I curled my toes and shook my head as I got used to the feeling of a virgin hole being stretched to its limits for the second time in one evening.  

Will’s cock was pulsating as I lifted up and sank back down, legs trembling as I built up my pace and fucked myself on his cock.  With him passed out, I’d have to do all the work, but it sure helped that I had worked Will up so much before moving into Nick.  

In just a few minutes I was screaming and bucking my hips like I was riding a wild stallion as I clenched Nick’s hole and committed myself to milking out that load. Finally, my efforts paid off as I saw Will’s breathing pick up in his sleep.  He was grunting and stirring and squirming as the pressure built up in his balls.  I could see the veins dilating on his lower abs as the blood flow rushed to his overwhelmed cock when finally, I sank back down and felt the torrential flow of his warm seed.  The thrill of Will’s unconscious load flooding into me made Nick’s cock launch a new load of cum all over our bodies and all over the bed as I rode Will wildly, sending Nick’s cock flopping around wildly.  I hadn’t even touched Nick’s dick, so I was in a great state of shock as I made it rain cum.  

Finally, I sank back down onto Will’s meat one last time and just sat there, stuffed full of his deflating meat.  The slumbering Will’s breathing was calming down and his tense muscles started to relax. I was in my own euphoria, but it was time to go “home.”  

Getting up, I sighed as I raised up off Will’s dick.  To my tremendous relief, Will’s dick was incredibly clean and there was no mess down there—a true credit to Nick’s commitment to a healthy diet and lifestyle. When you eat clean, back door fun is clean.  I laid down and lifted my ass in the air, making sure Will’s cum travelled so deep inside Nick’s system it wouldn’t leak out during the night.  Then I got in bed with Will and released my hold on Nick’s body.

I forced my astral essence into Will’s chest and met no resistance this time.  His body just tensed before his back arched and then I instantly woke up, staring at the ceiling and once again smelling the scent of intense fucking, only this time with Will’s nose.  

I looked over and saw Nick passed out.  I smiled and pulled the covers over our naked bodies.  

I woke up to Nick gently nudging my shoulder.  

“Dude.  Dude.  Will.”

“Huh?  Yeah?” I said groggily, at first forgetting who I was inhabiting.

“You can’t tell anyone about last night!” he said, half serious and half afraid.  

“You didn’t have a good time?” I asked with a light-hearted smirk.

“It…I was drunk.  And you were drunk, and one thing led to another…” he tried to rationalize.

“Look, Nick.  You don’t have to worry.  I won’t tell a soul as long as you answer my question honestly: Do you wanna do it again?”

Nick looked back and forth between me and the floor before gulping and saying, “Yes…”

“Me too, man.  Don’t worry—I won’t tell a soul—I just hope you got plenty more loads to pound inside me,” I said before licking my lips seductively.

I saw Nick’s cock stir, making him hastily get the rest of his clothes on before saying goodbye and heading out the door.  

I, on the other hand, smiled and groaned as I stretched Will’s lean and toned body and rolled around his filthy, cum-covered bed.  

“Hi Punchers!” I said with enthusiasm as I looked right into the camera.  

I was shirtless and I knew people would be drooling.  

“My name is Will, and I’m one of Chris’s friends.  I thought his channel was so cool, so I begged him for the chance to have my own little mini corner on his channel.”

I got to the reaction, making sure to keep it similar, yet different—one of the things I did was clench Will’s sculpted pecs instead of wave my hands like I usually would.  

The positive feedback was immediate with hundreds of comments immediately telling me how hot I was, how much people wanted to explore my body and have sex with me, along with torrents of subscribers asking if Will and I were a couple.  I commented that ‘Chris’ and I were just really good friends before adding a winking face.  My Will reaction quickly became my most viewed video, and I knew he would be my key to stardom.  

“Ohhhhh FUCK yeah! Right there!  Don’t fucking stop!  Pound me!  Pound that hole!” I commanded and begged as one of the sexy bartenders at a local bar fucked me in the men’s room.  

I had my hands planted against the wall as I felt his hairy chest rub against my back.  Our sweaty bodies were glistening from the friction as he bucked his hips to force his meat into me.  

“Duuuuude you’re so tight!” he said exasperated before growling and pulling my hair back and forcing me into a sloppy kiss.  

His rugged hands explored up and down my cut chest and abs before finding my throbbing and leaking meat and latching on.  I yelped as he began pumping me, timing his tugs on my dick with his thrusts into my hungry hole.  

“Gimme that load, man!” I begged as his breathing picked up.  His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me harder and harder into his animalistic thrusts until he finally rammed our bodies together and howled into my ear as he unloaded inside me.  The feeling of him filling me up in that public restroom set me off and I howled as I succumbed to his stroking of my dick and began launching shot after shot of my seed over the bathroom wall.  We roared in unison as we unleashed our seed, but I felt lucky that I would get to leave with his inside me.  We finally settled down, his sweaty chest resting against my back as I held us both up.  

I turned around after he pulled out and he pushed me roughly against the wall, getting my cum all over my lower back as he forced me into a sloppy kiss.  

“I needed that,” he said with a grin before giving me his card.

I just gave him another kiss before grinning and pulling my pants and shirt back on, casually strolling out with a stranger’s load deep inside me.  

I got back to Will’s room and changed without showering before hopping onto the bed.  I had been having so much sex with so many different guys that I ended up using Will’s cash to buy 6 more sets of sheets—one for each day of the week.  

I drove Will’s car to a sex shop and bought several items of interest: a variety of dildos, a variety of lubes, and a tight ass fleshlight.  

The next day as I was getting ready for Will’s classes, I grinned at my reflection, so turned on by seeing that handsome Manly body under my control.  I admired Will’s naked body, something I was still not over—and something I don’t think I would ever be over.  That was when I grabbed the mid-size dildo I had gotten—a reasonably thick 7-inch model.  I slicked it up with some of the lube I had gotten and moaned in delight as I began sliding it inside me.  I raised up on my tippy toes and fell forward against the mirror as I slowly worked it in all the way to the hilt.  

“Oh fuck yeah…” I moaned as the last few millimeters settled inside me.  

“Fuck yeah, look at you, such a queer whore for cock,” I taunted Will’s reflection in the mirror.  

“You love being full don’t you.  Full of dick up your ass and full of me inside your body.”

“Yes!  I love being filled!” I imitated Will in an exaggerated slut voice.  

“Oh hell yeah today’s gonna be a fun day,” I said with a smirk as I held the dildo in place while maneuvering myself into the tightest compression shorts Will owned.  I wanted to spend the whole day feeling stuffed full and wide.  I put on some tighter fitting jeans that helped the dildo stay in place even more along with a polo that was probably half a size too small, but I loved the way it showed off this tight and toned body.  

It took all I had not to shiver and moan as I took my first steps. Walking made the dildo rub back and forth against my prostate in the perfect spot.  I’m glad I left early because it gave me a chance to take the scenic route as I walked to Will’s job.  

“shit yeah…” I said under my breath as each step just added more and more pleasure.  

That dildo was lodged firmly in place, ensuring it rubbed back and forth against Will’s incredibly sensitive prostate.  I was breathing deeply and practically laughing to mask the moans I wanted to make so so badly.  I got some strange looks, but I didn’t care.  I couldn’t help but rub my legs together from pure ecstasy as the pleasure jolted down my thighs all the way down to my toes like electric bursts.  

The best was yet to come though as I arrived at Will’s office and walked right past his usual clique of friends and opted for shutting away in his office.  They looked confused, but quickly redirected their attention to their work.  As soon as I sat down in my chair my eyes bugged wide open and I grabbed the armrests as my legs jolted.  

“nnnnnnggggg…” I said as lightly as possible.  No one heard me.  Good.

I knew some chairs creaked, but I gave my chair a test run.  I gently bounced in my chair, squeezing my face tight and gripping the armrest even tighter as the dildo grazed my prostate and gave my entire hole a bit of friction.  Not a sound came from the chair—nothing.  Plus, my door was closed and locked, so I had a little wiggle room…  

Oh fuck yeah…. I thought as I began to get quite restless in my chair, safely shrouded by being in an office with wall thick enough to mask my breathing.  

I began gasping as I started swinging my hips around in circles, breathing deeply as my cock strained against the jeans.  I didn’t free it, but I rearranged it, giving it just enough room to grow to full size under the denim as I began bouncing and twisting and doing anything that would make the dildo stimulate Will’s abused hole.  

I winced and squirmed as I practically gyrated in the seat, thrashing my hips around to feel that dildo pleasuring Will’s hole.  Oh fuck I was curling Will’s toes as my breathing picked up.

I’d been doing this all morning.  Over an hour of bliss passed until I seized and gasped for breath, grabbing the armrests harder than ever as I kicked my legs out and felt the cum launch right into the compression shorts.  I slammed my ass up and down off the seat as I braced myself and tossed my head back.

I had to bite my lip to keep the hollers of ecstasy inside, but finally, I slammed my ass down onto the chair one last time, shivering as the euphoria washed over me.  I collapsed in the chair, a dumbfounded smile over my face as I clenched Will’s hole, in some weird way showing my appreciation to the dildo that was still buried deep inside that magical hole.  

Still biting my lip, I realized I needed to get myself organized.  I rushed out the door in a hurry before anyone else could see me and went to the bathroom, quickly scooping up as much cum as possible and bringing it right to my mouth.  

“You love the taste of a man’s milk, don’t ya?  Especially your own?” I taunted Will’s reflection before zipping up and posing for the mirror.  I did some stereotypical cocky poses before fixing my hair and heading back to Will’s desk.

Apparently, Zach had asked Will to help him at the gym because the little bitch finally wanted to at least compensate his shorter status with some muscle tone.  I was all too happy to happy to agree, but not to actually help in any way.  Really, I realized I had been enjoying Will’s tight hole so much that I forgot about the nice rod he was hiding in his pants.  That rod needed a little bimbo to stuff and fill with its seed.  

It was 5 am, but it was so easy to get up in Will’s perfectly conditioned body.

“No more narcolepsy,” I said with a smile as I rolled off the bed, landing on my feet and already feeling an energetic spring in my step.  

I was just wearing boxers as I went up to the mirror, tracing the lines up my abs from Will’s defined V-lines.  

The control was so satisfying to me.  Looking over at the alarm clock, I figured I had a few spare minutes before I turned an unsuspecting Zach into my little whore.  With some concentration, I pulled my astral form out of Will.  His knees buckled as my essence unbounded from him and emerged from his skin, and the shock finally made him collapse to the ground.

He was unconscious for a few seconds before gently fluttering his eyes and raising his hands, looking at his own fingers as if being in control were an unfamiliar sensation.

“What the fuck?” he asked in confusion as he tried to get a grip on his surroundings.  

Forget the fact it was morning—I watched as Will picked up his phone and gasped as he saw that he had lost three full days.  

“How the—what the—what the fuck?!” he said in frustration as he began to walk in circles around the room, grabbing his hair and almost hyperventilating.  This was almost too much fun, but I was already feeling homesick.

“HUH?!” Will gasped as every muscle in his body seized up.  

I was pushing my essence into him from behind—since he was already standing up it was easy to align myself and basically push my astral essence into the toned and sexy Manly man I had come to adore.  He was so spacious for me.  

Will tossed his head back as the last of me was absorbed into him.  He convulsed briefly, helplessly moaning and groaning as he held himself up by placing both hands against the mirror.  He finally shivered before looking down at the ground and breathing like he had just sprinted a lap.  

Then my vision refocused and I was looking down at those sexy feet and a rapidly engorging cock I had come to love.  

“That just gets better every time,” I said with a sly smirk as I stood up and stretched Will’s body.

I was already thinking ahead to the fun I could have with this.  Maybe I could build up my skills to a level where I could enter and exit Will as fast as a thrusting dick.  Fuck yeah, I could turn possession into a new form of fucking and use him as the boycunt for my essence.  I had to take a deep breath to calm myself down as I put on some gym shorts and a tight-fitting T-shirt.  

My morning distraction had me out the door a little later than I had planned, but the plus side of inhabiting Will’s fit body was that I could just crank up the speed and jog there without feeling taxed in any way.  

We truly were there so early that no one was in the free-weight section.  I knew there was no guarantee that it would stay that way, but I had a good feeling that morning.  

I guided Zach to a benchpress bench that was out of sight and away from any cameras.  Luckily, the doors to the atrium were covered in leftover Halloween shit, so the glass was completely blocked.  

“Thank you so much for agreeing to help me out, Will,” Zach said with that stupid grin as he hopped around and did basic ass stationary stretches.  

“No problem, Zach. Anything for a friend,” I said with Will’s friendly chill tone.  

“I know this whole thing is weird, but over the last four years I’ve accepted the height thing, but I can still look great and be taken seriously with some help in the gym,” he said with a tone of optimism.  

“Well let’s get you on the path to being your best self,” I told him.

Zach sat down and started leaning back onto the bench, but I interjected.  

“Whoa whoa whoa, Rome wasn’t built in a day, buddy.”

Zach looked confused as I beckoned him up.  

“We’re gonna start you on your belly.  I’m gonna share the secret with you that made me my best self.”

“Okay…So like this?” he asked as he laid down.

“Perfect.  Just like that,” I said softly before licking my lips.

“I’m really curious to know what this is because I feel like I have zero range of motion right now,” he observed as fished around my gym bag.  

“Just gimme a sec, Zach. I’m pulling out something that’ll help you get on track to being your best self.”

I rummaged some more until I grabbed and pulled out some of the lube I had purchased with Will’s money.

“Perfect…” I said with a mischievous grin as I walked up behind Zach.

“So what muscles are we starting with?” Zach asked from below.  

“Today’s focus is gonna be that tight little ass.”

“What?” he asked in confusion.  He was turning to look at me, but I had already sprung into action.  

Zach gasped in shock as I pushed him down onto the bench, easily keeping the squirming little runt in place.  

“Will!  Argh!  What the fuck are you doing?” he yelled out as he struggled in vain to break free underneath me.  

I grinned as I lined my engorging cock up against his shorts and began gently grinding Will’s pole between the outline of his asscrack.  He grunted as I leaned my muscular torso down on his back, my full weight more than sufficient to keep him pinned down as I grabbed his arms and kept them pinned against his sides.  

“Urggghhh Will! Stop!  Get off me!” Zach commanded as I kept grinding away.  

I leaned down and huffed in the scent of his neck, licking his bare skin.  This made him particularly restless, but as expected, he was too much of a runt to escape.  

“Zach, this is going to teach you that you already are your best self.  You’re a perfect little runt—just the perfect size to get fucked up the ass and tossed around like a human fleshlight,” I told him as I grabbed the bottle of lube.  I was careful to get my shorts off without letting him get any leverage, but then I dragged him down the bench a few inches and sat on his lower back.  I managed to get his shorts and underwear down to his ankles before hooking the fabric underneath the bench and pulling him back up so his legs were essentially trapped.  

Zach begged me to let him go—he thrashed madly but I was able to keep his upper back down with just a single arm.  I used my other hand to slick up Will’s fuckstick.  

“I didn’t bother prepping you because even though you’re a little squirt, I know you can take it,” I told him as I got in position.  

I was standing up, leaning down on his upper back with one hand while I used my right hand to aim and align Will’s cockhead with Zach’s virgin hole.  I stared in awe at that tight little rosebud that had definitely never been penetrated.  I guess it was time for me to break him out of the closet.  

Zach reached back and grabbed helplessly at my left arm, begging me to stop as I got my legs between his and pushed his apart until the elastic around his ankles would stretch no further.  Then I went in—my cockhead made firm contact against his hole and he squealed loudly.

“Oh Zach, you’re going to loooooove this,” I assured him as I pushed my head against his clenched hole.

He was thrashing and clawing at the leather of the bench, but I kept pushing harder little by little.

“Zach, I could have already had all 8 inches in by now, but I’m giving you a chance to let me in,” I told him.  

“Fuck you!” he cursed me.

I smirked and pushed with more strength, stretching his hole open by force until his entrance swallowed my head and snapped tightly around my shaft.  Zach cried out, trembling as I pushed in one long, smooth motion, filling him up inch by inch.  I stretched him in depths he could not have conceived as his hole accepted more and more of Will’s rod.  Then, with just the last two of Will’s 8 inches left, I rammed them in to the hilt, lightly grunting as my hips slapped loudly against Zach’s ass cheeks.  

Zach shrieked as the last two inches stuffed him full.  He kicked his legs up, but the bench caught the shorts around his ankles and sent his feet back down to the ground.  The best he could do was scramble his feet against the ground.  

Zach was not even making intelligible noises as I pressed my chest down against his back and spoke in his ear, “how does it feel to be stuffed full of my manhood? You’ve got such a tight hole, Zach, and I like you this size.  I can do whatever I want to you,” I taunted him before licking the side of his face.  

“Please stop, Will. Please!” he begged me between uncomfortable grunts as he still adjusted to the 8 inches of dick I had left inside him. I knew that leaving Will’s meat inside him for a minute or two would help him loosen right up for me.  

As soon as the groans of obvious discomfort stopped I began pulling out of him, making him clench his eyes and wince slightly as my meat left him one inch at a time.  With just the head left inside him, I pushed back into him, faster than I had the first time.  

Zach’s wincing eyes shot wide open and he gripped the bench, gasping in shock as his legs twitched on their own.  

“See…you already love it…” I told him as I pulled out and thrust back into that hole, filling him up and making him release a legitimate moan of pleasure.  

“No Will.  You can’t—unnnngggggg You can’t do this—Oh God!” Zach gasped in a breathy voice between moans as I built up my rhythm until I was thrusting in and out of him at about 50% pace.

“Zach, I wouldn’t be a good friend if I didn’t fill you with my load,” I told him before tossing my head around as I built up more speed.

“I don’t want it!  I don’t—HUH?!  Unnnnnngggggg Oh my God! FU-Aggggghhhhhh!” Zach yelled out as he struggled to catch his breath.  

“Looks like I found you’re a-spot,” I told him as I reared back and thrust into that same spot harder and faster.  

Zach’s entire body seized up as I pounded his prostate.  He winced his face tightly before gasping for breath and moaning out in a call of ecstasy.

“That’s right.  You fucking love this,” I said in a seductive tone as I picked up my pace, pistoning Will’s meat against Zach’s A-spot until all resistance in that little runt melted away.  I knew he was mine now, and that he would be mine forever.  

“You like this dick?” I asked him as I relentlessly pounded his boypussy.

“Unnnnngggg I LOVE it!” He called out from beneath me.  

“Then prove it,” I told him as I pulled completely out of him, making him yelp as my fat cock head stretched his entrance.  

I sat on the bench next to him and pulled off my shirt, revealing the glistening torso that was looking extra cut from the effort I had just put into pounding Zach.  I tossed the shirt on the ground and laid there in just my sneakers.  Zach knew exactly what he needed to do to satisfy his craving.  

Standing up, he hastily pulled his shorts down over his shoes and stood over my bench.  I grinned as he grabbed my slick rod and lined it up with his no longer virgin hole.   Then I sighed as he gently sat down, letting my meat slide into him until he was sitting all the way down, shivering as he reveled in the sensation of being stuffed full.

“That’s right, boy. Ride that cock.  Oh yeah this is just what you needed,” I told him gruffly as I gave him a playful smack on the ass and then gave both of those cheeks a nice grab.  

Zach squealed as I pulled his cheeks apart and yanked him down even further, sending Will’s dick even deeper into him.  

I could see it his eyes that he would never be the same.  He needed this feeling in his life, and he would always be thankful to me for giving him this gift.  The little runt gasped as I used my strength to add force to his descents, powerfully pulling him down onto my own upward thrusts.  Will’s powerful thighs and core served me well as I yanked him down so hard against me that it sounded like someone was getting bitch slapped.  

We were both dripping with sweat when I saw the look in his eyes that gave it all away.  Zach’s breathing was picking up, and his moans were building up to wails as I pounded him faster and faster.  He looked like he was going to collapse or pass out, but his craving kept him going as he slammed himself down onto my rod.  I felt his hole quivering and clenching, a signal of the geyser of pressure building in his crotch.  

His vocal tone was getting higher by the second until he finally tossed his head back and sank down onto my dick—this time the entrance triggered his untouched and throbbing cock to shoot out the first shot of his load.  It’s like he was some sort of cum pump as each new thrust into his spasming boycunt milked out another load onto my chest and abs.  I smirked as I pulled him down particularly hard, making him yelp as a shot of cum launched extra far, right into my open and waiting mouth.

I noticed though that even when his cum stopped dribbling out, my thrusts kept setting him off as if he were in the middle of an orgasm.  He looked confused but overwhelmed in ecstasy.  I was all too happy to oblige as I kept yanking him down onto my throbbing meat.  The best part is that his hole was still spasming as if it were post-orgasm—that sort of cock massage was too much for any man to handle for long, so I had no problem at all as I felt the blood rushing to my crotch and getting me ready to seed Zach’s used hole.  

“I’m gonna fill you up, Zach.  You’ll always have a bit of Will in you from now on,” I told him as I started getting more erratic and restless with my own movements as I slammed our bodies together. I was practically growling at that point as the pressure built in my balls to the absolute breaking point.  

“Ohhhhhhh FUCK YEAH!” I howled as I pistoned into him, sending ounce after ounce of my warm seed into his hungry hole.  

Zach was still riding the wave of his mysterious extended orgasm as he felt the undeniable comfort of a fresh load filling his insides.  I tossed my head around leaned up so he was sitting on me as I wrapped my arms around him and brought him close to me for a sloppy kiss.  We both moaned into each other’s mouths as I made my last thrusts into him before leaving him impaled on my meat as we embraced and tasted each other’s mouths.  

“I think that counts as a workout,” I told him, eliciting a chuckle of agreement.  

“Will, that was amazing. I-I never knew I could feel anything like that.  It was like heaven was inside me,” Zach told me in admiration and appreciation.  

I just gave Zach a playful kiss before helping him off of my cock.  We both got dressed and left the free weight room, leaving just my sweaty imprint on the bench where we screwed.  It was just in the nick of time too because some doctors walked in right as we finished rounding up our stuff.  We both chuckled quietly as we watched a more mature guy lay down right on the sweaty bench where we had just had our wild morning.

This had become one of my favorite pastimes.  I laid a towel over Will’s bed and laid down, lifting his legs up in the air and spreading them wide so I’d have access to his eternally tight hole.  It didn’t matter how much abuse it took, Will’s mancunt seemed to have a superhuman ability to retighten itself.  That’s part of what made this so enjoyable time and time again.  

“mmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhh,” I cooed as I worked a well lubed nine-inch dildo inside.  It took some effort to get it in past the head, but once Will’s tight hole snapped back around the shaft, it was so easy for me to just feed inch after inch inside me.  

My toes curled and I gasped for breath as I kept sliding it in me, slowly stretching me to my deepest depths until I pushed the last inch in and I was stuffed and stretched to the hilt. I lowered my legs and just laid in the bed, euphoria sweeping over me as I worshiped Will’s carved abs and sculpted chest.  The sensations were magnified because they always seemed to ignite the nerve endings in my host’s ass.  

The next part was my favorite because I released my hold on Will’s body with ever improving proficiency and instantly found myself floating above his shocked and floating body.  That was something I had learned to control—whether he would be passed out or instantly be awake and aware—I wanted him to be as aware as possible for this…

“HUH?! OHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Will yelled out as he felt the nine inch dildo wedged comfortably inside him.

He was afraid to move because even just squirming in surprise made his cock rush full of blood and sensation.  

“Wh-What the fuck?” Will said in horror and confusion as he wondered how he got in that position and why he seemed to be blacking out so much.  

I grinned in my astral form and fell down onto him, making him gasp as every muscle in his body seized from head to toe.  Will winced as he fought the invasion of my essence, but with one last groan he arched his back and I was back in control, looking up and squirming in delight from the sensation of his clenched hole gripping the dildo so tightly.  

“I just can’t imitate that,” I said with a grin as I let go and floated out of Will again, enjoying the instant shock on his face as he regained control.  

“Nnnnnnggggggggg Why the fuck is this happening?!” Will called out.

He had just a few seconds to revel before I freefell back into him all over again, filling him to capacity and making him wince as he fought to keep control of his body. Again, it was all in vain as his back arched and his clenched face relaxed into my sly smile.  I shivered some more as I felt the pleasure of his clenched hole around the dildo.  

I decided to finally test out my earlier theory about my abilities as I released my hold, only to force my way back inside right as Will was gasping in his usual shock.  He was squirming and writhing and arching his back as I took full control, only for me to release immediately after regaining his vision.  I built up my pace and proficiency until my form was literally swooping in and out of Will instantaneously, cycling in and out of his body at least one time per second, leaving him in an endless state of thrashing legs and cries of confusion and ecstasy.  His body was my plaything.  It’s like I was literally fucking him with my astral essence.  His whole body was just one mancunt for me to thrust in and out of. I released and gave him a break.

“Please!  No more!” he begged as he laid in the bed gasping for breath, covered in sweat and clenching every muscle in his body from head to toe. His engorged cock was leaking precum by the drop, but as I smirked and fell back into Will one last time for the day, his hole clenched around that dildo and triggered his long overdue orgasm, giving Will a blast of pleasure as he faded away.  

I woke up gasping for breath and succumbing to an involuntarily arching back as I grabbed the sheets and thrashed my legs on the bed, toes clenched tightly as the shots of cum rocketed out like weapons.  In a frenzy, I grabbed the dildo with both hands and slammed it in, timing it with my pulsating cock and making the cum launch out even farther and harder.  The shots of Will’s seed were literally spraying in the air, landing everywhere within a 4 foot radius until I raised his trembling legs in the air and opened my mouth, hungrily swallowing the last intense shots that practically rocketed down my throat.  As the shots lost intensity, I collapsed my legs back on the bed and watched my meat launch the last sputtering shots of cum over my sculpted and sweaty torso.  I laid there, covered in cum and stuffed full of a nine inch dildo as I drifted to sleep, officially the happiest guy in the world.  

You’re Now Mine (Part 2)

Title: You’re Now Mine (Part 2)
Summary:  I’ve decided to continue the drabble request into a three part series considering the requests to write more of it! With a guest star from @klaineaholic in [[ ]].

“Fulfilling a request for @lets-personofinterestontumbir! – “Could you do a drabble for the Persephone AU I don’t know If you’ve seen once upon a time but the episode 1x07 reminded me a lot of this story when the evil queen ripped out the huntsmen’s heart if you could do something like that it would be awesome. Thank you.” “
Words: 3,131
Warnings: DARK AF, Emotional/Mental abuse, Smut, NSFW gif
Author’s Notes: Okay, Castiel tag people, it’s *not* Castiel, but it’s Castiel’s vessel?

Masterpost || Persephone || Part 1 || Part 3

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So this is a bit of a long rant, but I really hated my old work place. I’ll put a TL;DR at the bottom. I used to work at a way of sub, and while most of my co-workers were awesome, the customers were…Less so. One customer would come in and want a six inch ham sandwich, with the end cut off of the bread, the inside scooped out, and the ham dried on contact paper. He then made us get out fresh lettuce even if the stuff that was already out was fresh. He hand picked his tomatoes and made us cut the stems off of his spinach leaves. He made J, the most calm and nice person working there “look like he would leap over the counter and stab him with a bread knife” according to the person working with him at the time. This wouldn’t be the worst story, except one time a friend of his came in and told us he knew he was being an ass, he just thought it was funny. Hahaha, I’m not laughing.
Then, this one Saturday lunch shift I was working with A, who was a but new, but very good at her job. It was busy, and since only two of us were working, I was trying to ring out as many people as I could before running back to make more sandwichs. So I saw a sandwich she slid down, and thought that it was salami +ham, not the BMT that it apparently was. I ring the guy out, then run to mop up the water some kid spilled on the floor. We have a line going out the door, and I’m trying to mop up the mess while not running into anyone and trying to get back to help A as quick as possible when this guys come back and starts berating me for charging him $1.50 extra. I ask what he means, and when he explains, I tell him I’m sorry, we are very busy and I didn’t realize. He demanded a refund and when I told him I couldn’t do that, he wanted to see a manager. There is no manager on duty, so he says “then I get a free drink” and starts to go grab a cup. I quickly tell him he can’t do that, and he keeps insisting on a refund. I finally tell him okay, just let me finish mopping. So I’m quickly finishing up and he’s muttering how he’s gonna be late (dude, it’s $1.50, if you are that late, don’t harass minimum wage underage workers and just go). I go back, and since I can’t give him a refund from the drawer, I grab money from my own wallet. I bring it out and everything, hoping he will realize what an ass he is being (I was still naive at the time) and leave. But nope! He took my $1.50, glared at me, then barged through the line to get out.
Finally, a fuck managers and co-workers story. (Yeah this place sucked.) This one time I had a tough Shift with L. She was always really condescending in front of customers, even though I had been there 6 months longer than​ she had and was a closer. One night, she hadn’t done any of her chores, so as I’m checking to make sure we’re stocked (which is the closer’s job) she screams at me to stop fucking around and help her. I try to stay calm, but she keeps screaming and cursing at me until I curse back (in hindsight, not my best idea). I do end up helping her, but we get out almost 25 minutes after our employers cut off our pay. The next morning, I get a text from S, who is sorta our manager? She was better than our actual manager, JL anyway. S told me a co-worker had reported me for cursing at them. I immediately knew who it was, and told S the whole story. Keep in mind, I had been working for 6 months, L a couple of weeks, and S over 10 years. S told me that L had been the same way towards her, and that she would take care of it. The next time I had a shift (7 hours long) with L, JL showed up and gave us a big talk on how we have to get along, otherwise our hours would get cut as she didn’t want to have to schedule us around each other. Needless to say, I was ready for a long shift. But then, an hour into our shift she says, “Fuck it, they can’t make me stay.” calls her sister (who also works there) and quits. I think most of us were relieved. It turns out I was the only one who would work with L at that point.
TL;DR: customers are asses who enjoy tormenting minimum wage workers and managers need to manage better so employees don’t quit in the middle of a shift (even if they are the employee from hell)

TIME MANAGEMENT TIPS

hello everyone i have decided to do a blog post as part of my study break and I am going to talk about some time management tips that might help you for the coming terms when we all go back to school. 

my tips have kind of come from personal experience and what I have found to be really helpful, but obviously these may necessarily not work for you :)


TIP #1 WAKE UP EARLY 

I don’t think I can stress this tip enough as this has seriously helped me with my time management. My sleeping pattern is fairly regular and I wake up at around 6:30-7am every morning, and last year when studying for my GCSEs, whilst I would get up early, I wouldn’t start work until 2 or 3pm and then do all of my work at night. Over the last month and a half - 2 months, I have been starting work as early as I can and I have found that I am getting so much more done than what I would with my old habit. I kinda trained myself/forced myself to do work in the morning and I have stuck with this really well. 

I also find that waking up early gives me a fresh mind and so I can get started with a clear head and it really helps keep me positive and have a good attitude towards my work which makes me much more productive. 

Perhaps you could try going to bed an hour earlier so you can wake up earlier and get more things done. Gradually start going to bed earlier and you will find you can sleep better and wake up with a clear mind.

TIP #2 SCHEDULE SCHEDULE SCHEDULE

This, like tip #1, is also like majorly important. I have really started getting used to schedules and I find them such a massive help. If I am in a rush or havent got as much to do (like literally one or two things), I make a to-do list but this is still so helpful for time management. I used to have an attitude where I did what I felt like and when I felt like it and still somehow managed to get everything done - but with a schedule I am just so much more organised and I feel like I have a goal and it motivates me to get everything done. Keeping a schedule makes it easier to develop a routine and keep everything flowing. 

You can have different types of schedules - you might make a daily schedule and write down all the times you need to do things; weekly reviews are also helpful for managing time and give you a nice overview of what you should prepare for. Monthly reviews can be nice to have a look at appointments, exams or commitments you might have. It doesn’t have to be a schedule that has times on it, but even something as simple as a to-do list is better than having a mental list of what you need to do.

Schedules can come in many forms. I write mine down on some paper and keep it next to me on my desk, and if I am going out I will make a copy of it in my calendar or take a photo of it and save it as my lock screen so I can be constantly reminded of what it is I am supposed to do. You can also have them in the form of a printable that you have found, in a bullet journal, in a planner etc. It doesn’t matter what medium your schedule is on - as long as you make one, you will find you are so much more organised!

TIP #3 PRIORITISE 

Following on from tip #2, is prioritising. It actually sounds pretty obvious, but don’t tell me you don’t put off doing that essay that your teacher set you because you don’t want to do it, even though it is really important that you get it done! it is important that when you plan your schedule, you make time for that essay that you really need to get done so that you can get it out of the way and so that you don’t hand it in late, or spend until 2am in the morning doing it on the day that it is due in. Make sure that when you do work, you are doing the things that you have to do.

Doing this also ensures that you are spending an appropriate time on that subject and by prioritising, you can also spend more time on assignments or subject that need some improvement, instead of always doing the subject that you enjoy. I find when I prioritise my work I can get an even coverage of all of my subjects, but also, when I have to, I can prioritise a subject over another so I can focus on improvement.

Some people recommend that you do the things that you don’t want to do, or prioritise your hardest subjects first. This means that 1) you can get them out of the way and 2) you can tackle it with a fresh mind and makes it slightly easier. I do this quite a lot and find that I am relieved when I have got it done, but also I feel a lot more positive for the rest of the day because I only have things left that are slightly easier or that I enjoy more!

TIP #4 FIND A PRODUCTIVE STUDY ENVIRONMENT WHEN YOU WORK

Some people at first might not agree with this coming under time management, but I certainly think it belongs here. Finding a productive study environment not only coincides with your schedule but is also beneficial for you. It means that you can get as much done as you can and you can be more productive, but also being more productive enables you to keep within your schedule. 

If I am not in a productive environment and I have several things scheduled, I overrun on the times I have set myself and then have to work for longer when I could be doing other things. For example, I might have an essay to write, some flashcards to make and some reading to do before I go to work; but if I am not in a productive study environment, such as my desk or a library, then I find it really hard to get everything done and then I come out of my schedule and it means I have to finish everything after work; by which time I am too tired to even think about finishing what I had intended to do. 

Find an environment that works for you and that you feel comfortable in, that also makes you feel super motivated and productive. This way you can do as much work as you can and not come out of your schedule. These places could be in your local library, at the beach sat on a bench, in your bedroom at your desk, at your grandparents kitchen table - wherever! just find an environment that works for you so you can effectively work. 

TIP#5 FIND THAT BALANCE 

As a student, you are going to have lots of other commitments besides your courses. Whilst a full-time student has to spend roughly 30 hours a week studying according to leading statistics from universities, it is almost like having a full time job; and like with anything, you need down-time. 

It is so important that you find the balance between study and other commitments because you don’t want to overwhelm yourself with work. Work out how much you could spend doing each task that is realistic to you and make sure you schedule in some free time. Find out what works for you regarding time spent on these commitments and you can find that balance where you have managed your time for studying and other commitments effectively, and then you have the chance to have that time to yourself, whether that be watching shows on netflix or playing on some games, or even doing some baking or having a bath. 

Finding that balance is really important when you are scheduling in what to do, because not only does it ensure you can keep a track of everything, but you are also looking after yourself. 

TIP #6 BE REALISTIC 

I kind of mentioned this in the last tip but being realistic is something I always forget about and should probably be more on top of when I am planning my schedule. My problem is that I underestimate how long things take me and so sometimes I find myself not finishing everything I should. 

When you are making your to-do list or your schedule, you should be realistic. Remember that you can’t do everything all at once and that you need some spare time to look after yourself and do the things that you want to do. This is another ‘finding your balance’ in the sense that you are finding the balance between being super productive and going at your own pace. 

Also factor in your mood as well, if you are feeling down or if you are ill, don’t give yourself 20 things to complete by the end of the day - maybe just do one or two small tasks just to keep that productivity flowing. Sometimes, if I am super anxious, I end up creating the most horrendous to-do list because I feel like I have to get everything done, but in reality, I can’t! 

You know yourself best and you know what a realistic schedule or to-do list looks like to you; be honest with yourself and sensible with your lists to ensure that you don’t burn yourself out!

TIP #7 POSTPONE UNNECESSARY ACTIVITIES UNTIL ALL OF YOUR WORK IS DONE

Unnecessary activities includes everything that will make you procrastinate. I find it really helpful to have my phone in another room as if I see a text come through I immediately want to answer it. If you feel like you could be tempted to go on social media on your laptop, you can block or bar websites on chrome or internet explorer or other search engines so that you don’t get distracted. 

Unnecessary activities also include going downstairs and speaking to my parents or my brother when I am supposed to be studying - if I have a test or something coming up that is quite significant I always just let them know that I will be working and that if they can to try and keep quiet and it always helps. 

After you have finished your school work, these activities become more enjoyable because you have been waiting to do them for a while as you were studying. It also gives you some down-time to look forward to after you have done! 

I find this perhaps the most difficult thing about time management and even if I have put away all distractions, I still find that I will talk to myself or doodle to give me something to do whilst I am studying! However, this is more preferable than procrastinating on my phone!

TIP #8 BE FLEXIBLE

Not all commitments are going to go to plan and sometimes you have to make last minute decisions or cancellations and not everything can be scheduled. It is important that whilst you have scheduled what you are doing and when, that you are able to be flexible with your time in case things pop up. 

It is important that if these things do occur, that you can get back to what you should have been doing after and that you do maintain what is on your daily, weekly or monthly schedule. 


I hope these tips helped in terms of keeping your time managed and if you have any questions about any of these tips, feel free to ask me about it. 

have a lovely day x

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“Right, but there’s another bloke – H. He’s an odd one and he lives next door, absolute jackass, likes to give me weird nicknames, but he just.. He sort of grew on me, y’know? I mean s’hard not to like him cos he’s charming and all and he, uh, likes – liked – me too even though he knows I loved his best friend. And I think..” I stared at the glass in my hand with my wide eyes, swallowing the lump in my throat as I was struck with realisation. “I think I’m in love him.”

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