i need to stop being scared to talk to people and make friends lol

Things the Types Need to Hear

ESFP: Look, I get it, you leave people in the dust because you know how crazy and all over the place your life can be and you’re also crazy scared to let somebody in just to have it end up with you accidentally leaving them and both of you getting hurt, but emotional intimacy and real depth in friendships are 100% worth it in the end and it’s the struggle and fight of a lifetime to keep them in your life, but it’s also the greatest gift and you can’t keep denying yourself that intimacy and friendship. 

ISFP: I know you have a lot of great desires and wonderful dreams and they might seem too far off and too crazy and too beautiful to come true, but you have them for a reason, and you gotta stop paralyzing yourself with fear and take that first step and throw yourself into the unknown, and that’s the scariest part, I know, but we both know you’re braver than you look, and that your passion can make it happen. 

ENFP: I know that the moment you hit an obstacle or two when you first start working towards that far off dream, it’s scary and it makes you want to crumble and run away to a new thing like you think you always do, but don’t! You’re miles more tenacious and capable than you give yourself credit for and you’ve got to discipline yourself and trust that your talents and optimism can and will propel you through whatever is keeping you from your goals. 

INFP: I know it’s hard to feel understood and it’s easy to let yourself become bitter by the ways of the world or whatever’s happening, but closing yourself off to others isn’t going to save you the pain. You have a natural capacity to understand others that’s hard for the other types to grasp and when you stop yourself from using that talent, or use it for selfish reasons, you’re doing yourself a massive injustice. 

ESTP: Listen, I totally get that the world is full of fun and interesting things and you want to experience them all, but you’ve got to remember that for a lot of the people that come along with you, they’re there to experience YOU as much as they’re there for the thing itself. Don’t let yourself forget that half the fun of anything is who you’re doing it with. 

ISTP: I know you generally don’t mean to yell or be rude when your irritated and that it’s really just a passing thing and you don’t generally care all that much, but just apologize to people after you’ve calmed down! Explain it to them and that you don’t mean it! Admit to yourself that you care enough about them to try to make amends, even when you’re just being a little crotchety; it means a lot to the feelers lol. 

ENTP: You’re a genuinely fun person to be around and you usually rack up a reputation for that, but just because you’re funny and witty and damn smart doesn’t mean you don’t have feelings and problems that need to be externalized, and trust me, the right people will be more than willing to talk about what’s really happening in your life one minute and go back to elaborate jokes the next without a problem. Don’t stunt your emotional growth for the sake of brevity. 

INTP: It’s okay to not know what to do in an emotional situation. Like, it’s genuinely okay. If somebody’s opening up to you, half the time your presence and you listening is 95% of what they need in that moment. Don’t avoid the situations just because it causes writer’s block emotionally. Emotional availability comes with experience. You’ll learn. Just, be your goofy self and the rest will come with time. 

ENFJ: You’ve got to realize that although holding yourself to such a high standard is noble and praiseworthy, that it sometimes eclipses your ability to be a good friend when that was the goal in the first place. You’re human and can’t do everything for your friends that you’d want to be able to do when they need help, and profusely apologizing and beating yourself up for it just shifts the focus off of helping your friend and turns it to you. Accept your humanity, and just do what you can. They appreciate the help, I promise. 

INFJ: I know you have a tendency to feel misunderstood and want people to show you that they love you and care about you, but you don’t get to say you’re fine AND disappear on people. Either say you’re not okay and pull back, or say you’re okay and stick around long enough for somebody to see through the BS. In my experience, y'all have a habit of making things a self-fulfilling prophecy, and that doesn’t do you any good! Be forward, be honest, and just be vulnerable; they care more than you convince yourself they do. 

ESFJ: I need to be straight with y'all. Learn how to talk about something other than your 4-5 current fixations. In my experience, N’s have a crazy hard time being close with you because you keep bringing the topic back to one of your current Favorite Things™, whether it be the semester abroad you just got back from or the first date that’s scheduled for two weeks from now. Expand your area of interest and you’ll find people will be much more authentic with you. 

ISFJ: You have this really amazing ability to notice the small things about people and that helps you show them you care about them in these really great and meaningful ways, but you can’t let yourself overthink the small things you notice about people. One of my good ISFJ friends started poking around trying to see if alcoholism ran in my family after noticing I’d been drinking wine a lot recently. You might have an intention to help, but overthinking/overanalyzing like that and trying to involve yourself in helping can hurt your friendships. 

ESTJ: Your presence is powerful and intense and that’s great at times, but you’ve got to let out your goofy fun side more, and hoe we’ve all seen it before, you’re a damn riot after a beer or two. People, in general, care more about fun than having every plan go right during the night/event. Be willing to be fun more, you’re so good at it. 

ISTJ: I know you get frustrated with yourself because you want to do new things and get out there and be a fun person, but the thing is, you’re so much better at being a responsible, caring person. Befriend the chaotic, crazy, lovable rascals and let them bring the fun to you (or more often than not, drag you kicking and screaming to where the fun is). 

ENTJ: Look, I’m an INTJ, so I know how hard this is to swallow, but showing you care about a person sometimes isn’t so much giving them solutions to their problems or trying to correct an issue; a lot of the other types literally just want you to listen and hear them out. And you gotta do that sometimes, babe. And shut your damn mouth while they’re telling you everything, okay? Just. Let them finish. 

INTJ: For the love of all that is holy, just cry already. Cry alone if you have to, or better yet, just go to the person you’d literally murder a thousand people for and freakin’ cry about all the crap you’ve been bottling up for the past two months and accept that you can have razor-sharp rationale and be a damn human at the same time. And just admit that you’re insecure about your relationship with that person because you care about them so much and you’re not the best at trusting people.

I mean, that’s one way to deal with it! Talking to people is really hard. 
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Richie Tozier X Short! Reader

Originally posted by beverlymarshisabadass

(creds to gif owner!)

💗 Pairing: Richie Tozier X Short! Reader

Requested: YES - oh fuck i lowkey feel like i’m being annoying but UhhHHHhhH,,, lemme get a tall richie x short reader PLEase. just the whole package like short jokes and richie being a fuckin DICK bc he is a fucking skyscraper and the reader is smol THANK YOUUU

a/n: This was so cute to write oh my. Thanks for the request! I hope you enjoy! (im sorry it took so long, oh my god)

🔥 Warnings:  

Swear words

(mentions of kissing if that’s a warning people need lol)

Word Count: 746

  • Okay
  • Richie Tozier was many things
  • Annoying, funny, smart, attractive, foul mouthed
  • Everyone knew him as something different
  • But the one thing everyone always agreed on
  • Was how freaking tall he was
  • It seemed that every time you saw him, he got taller
  • But let’s face it
  • It wasn’t hard to be shorter than him
  • This boy was like 6 + ft tall
  • Which is why people were confused when they found out you were dating
  • Cause he was so tall
  • And you were so not tall
  • You weren’t abnormally short
  • In fact, you were around the same height as the rest of the Losers
  • Richie was just abnormally tall
  • He would most definitely make fun of his friends for being shorter than him
  • Especially you
  • (and Eddie, obviously)
  • He would 100% be a dick about it when he wanted to
  • You would get this really cute pouty face if you were upset
  • And that face would make him melt (but he never told anyone that EVER because he wanted to make sure no one knew he had feelings)
  • So he always stood on his tiptoes so you couldn’t kiss him
  • Or put stuff you were looking for on a high shelf
  • JUST so he could see that face
  • And then of course he would kiss you so you would stop being mad
  • Would most definitely pull a “how’s the weather down there?” if you were being annoying
  • Piggy back rides are a given
  • if you’re walking around he’ll keep talking but stop and let you jump on his back.
  • Your tall enough that he can rest his arm on you like an arm rest (he has to strain his arm up a bit though. You’re not THAT small)
  • rests his head on top of yours 100% of the time
  • he’ll just come up to you while your talking to one of the other losers and just put his chin on the top of your head and wrap his arms around your middle
  • And he l o v e s it
  • He will definitely pick you up from behind to scare the shit out of you surprise you (picture that scene with steve and nancy from ST)
  • You love to steal his clothes (especially to sleep in because they are so big and comfy)
  • Cuddling all the time (forehead kisses because when you guys are cuddling he can actually reach your forehead)
  • You lay in his lap while you watch movies.
  • If he isn’t touching you some way all the time (hand holding, his arm around your shoulder or waist) he will cry
  • Because he needs to protect you
  • He thinks your so cute and precious so he protects you with his life
  • You ARE the cutest thing ever in his eyes
  • He definitely tried not to pick fights with people when you were around because he didn’t want you to get hurt
  • But even though he thinks you’re so cute and precious that doesn’t mean he’s any less of a trashmouth when he’s around you
  • (Being his girlfriend is like having lifetime seats to an extremely cheesy, terrible, inappropriate stand up comedy show)
  • He would NEVer in a million years do anything to hurt you
  • Nose boops
  • Definitely those kisses where you wrap your legs around his waist and he holds you up because yes
  • Definitely those kisses where your sitting on a counter of some sort
  • If you were ever annoying him he would call you “peanut” or “short stacks”
  • (He would also use those if he ever wanted to annoy you)
  • If you were ever mad at any of the Losers
  • “Be careful, she might just jump up and punch you square in the knee.”
  • “Fuck off Richie”
  • “Fiesty, huh peanut?”
  • “I swear to god”
  • Even though he was tall and strong, he was definitely lanky and uncoordinated
  • Clumsy boy ™
  • So if he was ever bugging any of you about how short you were compared to him
  • You could just trip him
  • Or you could jump on him
  • That boy would go down
  • (that’s part of the reason he tried to keep the short jokes down to a minimum if you were in a bad mood, because he knew you would not hesitate to get out of your chair and tackle him)
  • He would totally be the silent, jealous type with you
  • you should be talking to him, not that guy
  • Because your his small, precious girlfriend
  • And he loves you too much

✨ final a/n: hey you guys, im so sorry about my inactivity, you would not believe how much schoolwork I have atm. It was a bit shorter than I was hoping, but I hope you enjoy this! feel free to send in requests!

anonymous asked:

This is my first time requesting a headcannon from anyone! ((I'm asking you guys because I love how you guys write, it's amazing!)) I was wondering if you could do a RFA + V + Saeran reaction to MC accidentally taking a drug thinking it's candy? ((You don't have to do this if it's too weird or something!! I'm sorry!! ;-; I'm so embarrassed lol))



Me @ Saerans: im sorry no im not


Idk if this is a TW or anything but… drug mention warning?? Right here??


               -Yo he goes to /college/. /COLLEGE PARTIES MY FRIENDS./

               -He doesn’t normally go but friends invited him, and he invited you! Totally wasn’t because he wanted to show you off to people??? No????

               -But you seemed a little more comfortable at these things than he did, you even disappeared for a little while

               -He spent almost an hour trying to find you amongst the sea of people, and when he did find you, you seemed confused, dazed, and just completely out of it

               -Tried asking you what was wrong and all you could do was stare at him with your eyes glossed over for a solid minute before you reacted to him actually being there

               -When you made sense of his presence, you smiled and welcomed him very slowly before sticking your tongue out to touch it

               -“Yoosung, is my tongue big? Is it.. big.. oh my god its growing. What if it won’t fit in my mouth anymore?? YooSUNG WHaT WiLL I Do?!”

               -You no longer had volume control over your voice and he is very concerned. One second you’re yelling, the next you’re whispering. What was wrong with you?? You were starting to scare him;;

               -It took a solid 5 minutes for you to explain to him that someone had offered you some chocolate and you never turned down chocolate! But he remembered hearing someone say something about “edibles”.. is.. is that what it was? Did you mistakenly take drugs?! Why weren’t you more careful?!

               -Struggles to carry you home- arm thrown around his shoulder as his arms around your hip, the two of you have to stop every now and again because you’re contemplating everything around you. Once he’s got you home, he immediately tucks you into bed. Of course he went to the group chat to figure out what he should do, and Saeyoung told him to just make sure you slept it off.

               -In the morning he lectured you that you can’t take chocolate from people you don’t know!! Especially if it doesn’t smell right- what in the world made you think it was safe;; Also, now refuses invites to parties because he doesn’t want to take you to another one and have this happen again



               -When stored correctly in an airtight baggy or pill bottle in the correct conditions, it’s possible to preserve ecstasy pills for /years/ at a time.

               -Cue spring cleaning when the two of you are going through old boxes and clothing and you find this small bag full of smiley face shaped things. They looked like shaped sweettarts and those are the type of candies that you eat when you find them, you never go out of your way to get them yourself, so you thought why not. Though it wasn’t sour, it was just really bitter and nasty and there was no way you were going to eat another one

               -But when Zen came in to check on you after finishing his own portion of cleaning, he found you chewing the fabric of your shirt. Why were you chewing your shirt? Were you hungry? Were you focusing? Did you need him to get you some gum??? Stop doing that!!!!

               -When you noticed him come into the room, your face immediately lit up. You gave him the biggest smile you could manage, and you started to welcome him into the room. But welcoming him turned into talking about his clothes. Talking about his clothes led to talking to him about the room. Talking about the room led to talking about him. And talking about him led to a 10 minute long ramble that consisted of repeating “I love you so much” and telling him how gorgeous he was.

               -Of course, that was a favourite topic amongst the two of you normally, but you just seemed… off this time. You seemed… /too/ excited to talk about him. Too in love. Too…. happy

               -He sat down in front of you to take a good look at your eyes and read your actions. You smiled at him all over again and the very second you touched his face he /knew/ what had happened.

               -“WHERE DID YOU GET THAT. MC. RIGHT NOW. WHERE DID YOU GET THAT.” “Zenny~ Get what? Why are you yelling? Oh! Are we cheering? I can cheer! YAY ZEN YA-” “No no, sweetheart, sit down, please.”

               -After fighting to get you to show him what you took, he was mortified. E-ecstasy? Where did you get that? It was his? When did he have this? HOW LONG AGO DID HE CLEAN OUT HIS CLOSET?

               -He got you a styrofoam cup full of water, he knew at some point you were going to be thirsty, /and/ need to chew on something. He didn’t want you to chew on your clothes anymore, nor did he want you to accidently bite your tongue;;

               -For once he’s silent the rest of the day, making sure you’ve got something to chew on, listening to you ramble on and on about how nice the house is and how amazing you thought he was. Definitely made sure to get rid of that baggy… and go through a few other boxes from him gang days to make sure there was nothing else in there. Definitely lectures you on eating things you randomly find in old boxes among other things;


               -MC who in the world thinks accepting any sort of offer in a bathroom is okay??

               -You get offered some chocolate in the bathroom, most people would immediately decline. Who.. who accepts that? MC? Why?

               -You noticed it tasted a little gross but you didn’t want to be rude and spit it out in front of the people offering it to you, so you finished the piece and made your way back to the dinner table where Jaehee was waiting.

               -She was a little concerned when she could smell the drug, but she didn’t think you did anything of the sort, and chalked it up to be someone near your table.

               -However, once your eyes started to turn a little red and glazed over, she decided that you must have truly taken the drug, and paid the bill as quickly as possible so she could get you home.

               -On the walk home was when it really kicked in. You kept telling her how soft her hands were, because you couldn’t remember that you had just told her the exact same thing, word for word.

               -You stumbled a little when you walked and kept trying to sit in the middle of the sidewalk because your legs felt like jelly.

               -At one point you started to cry because you weren’t sure why in the world anyone would drop their half eaten pretzel on the ground and leave it there, where even birds couldn’t reach it to eat. She couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous you sounded, though she was still extremely angry that you had taken drugs on your date??

               -Once she got you home and you sat down, she watched as your head would dip down before you snapped it right back up to look at her. Apparently you kept blacking out in the matter of seconds before you woke back up and she wanted you to just lay down and sleep.

               -Figured it couldn’t hurt to ask you just what happened back at the restaurant. You told her about the people in the bathroom who offered you some of their chocolate and you kept giggling because you couldn’t believe someone would be nice enough to just offer some chocolate to a stranger in the bathroom. That’s when it clicked that you had no idea what was hiding within the sweet.

               -Made you sleep it off the rest of the night. You better believe you’re getting one of the biggest, emotion-filled lectures of your life the moment you wake up because she needs to tell you about the dangers of just blindly taking ANYTHING from strangers??? And she also had to explain to you what you had even done? And what was in the chocolate you decided to eat. Momma Jaehee, scolding you 2kforever.


               -Being his s/o can be dangerous and let me explain why for just a second

               -Of course, being the s/o of someone as popular (and handsome.. and rich… and powerful..) as Jumin Han, there is not only a lot of attention thrown your way, but there’s always someone who gets jealous (whether of you or of him)

               -So, you always have to be on your toes because you never know what might happen, or what someone might do to you. Of course you have bodyguards but sometimes they can slip up as well.

               -Like, not noticing that someone had slipped something into your drink?

               -Normally, Jumin watches you and your surroundings like a hawk because he’s always concerned for you, but this time even he was distracted talking business with a potential new client and didn’t see it happen.

               -Luckily for the two of you, you had left the party early to head home, but on the way there, whatever you had drank started to kick in.

               -Your legs gave out right before you passed the doorway and he caught you just in time. Completely distraught, and carried you quickly to the couch. Tried to ask you what was wrong, but you couldn’t get the words out of your mouth, all it ended up sounding like was one large mumble. You seemed to struggle to move your limbs until you couldn’t anymore.

               -Immediately called a doctor to make a house visit. He didn’t care how late it was, he’d pay whatever he had to, so long as he could find out what was happening to you. And after the doctors analysis, it was obvious that someone had tried to slip you a Rohypnol without you realizing it, and he was glad he brought you home before anything else had happened.

               -Not only does he increase his security in general, but he assigns a specific body guard to watch your drinks the next time the two of you went out as well as one to stay close by you at all times at said parties.

               -Stays next to you the whole time, never sleeping until you’re able to come to. He blames himself the whole time and cannot help but think of every possible scenario that could have happened to you that night. He knows it isn’t your fault, but he’s still just so worried about you. He’s never been more stressed.

               -He promises to take care of you better from then on. He would never let anyone hurt you again, no matter what it took. The two of you have to hold each other in reassurance (obviously whenever you’re feeling alright and are okay with it, he understands that it’s a scary occurrence and realizes it’s quite possible for you to be jumpy and not want to be touched for a large amount of time afterwards)


               -You can’t tell me he doesn’t have various drugs he uses as weapons on missions, you just can’t.

               -He tells you to stay out of the room where he keeps his equipment, but do you listen? Yeah usually

               -But you felt bad that Vanderwood was the one who always had to clean everything, so you decided you would help out and clean a few rooms! His equipment room being one of them.

               -Now, Saeyoung is known to leave food around. Everywhere. And I mean, any type of food as well. Half empty chip bags, week old slices of pizza, a slice of lasagna you made three weeks ago- that’s disgusting Saeyoung.

               -So coming across something that looks almost candy like isn’t really uncommon in your household. Though, whatever you just picked up and decided to throw in your mouth was not… your best decision.

               -A while later, you managed to stumble into the room where Saeyoung was sitting, typing away at his computer. You kept trying to talk but all your words stumbled and you couldn’t think straight. You kept stumbling and felt your knees getting weak. He looked over right as you fell to the ground and he’s never run over to you faster in his life

               -So concerned, he kept asking what was wrong and watched you try to talk, but not only was your mouth unable to move, your body went limp. He recognized the symptoms immediately and called out to Vanderwood to come help the two of you

               -He laid you in bed and got you some water and just tried to get you to sleep- there was no other way to get it out of your system but wait it out

               -Vanderwood came in with a judgmental look on their face, “Did they really just take some random thing they found? Why do you have these lying around, Seven?”

               -When you finally came to, he was so relieved and was constantly apologizing before a switch flipped and he started to scold you. What would possess you to just.. eat something you found? What do you mean it looked like candy? He doesn’t leave food around! Okay.. yes he does.. but really, MC! Why were you in his equipment room? W-why were you turning this around on him? He has that Rohypnol for missions! You could just ask Vanderwood!

               -Vanderwood admits to slipping them to Seven sometimes when they’re done dealing with him, how rude.


               -‘Jihyun would never do drugs!’ -you, probably, at me. Me, at you, dear reader: ‘Rip the thought of it out of my cold, dead hands’

               -Sometimes he just has to calm down, the poor dude has dealt with so much shit and just needs a little help to clear his mind and the tobacco pipe just doesn’t always help.

               -Surprisingly likes sour candy! So he gets some infused sour peach rings and they’re his favourites.

               -But he neglected to tell you that they were infused?? And that you probably shouldn’t eat them?? Nor should you eat more than a few…

               -So when he came home to find you laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, trying to count how many times the fan spun around, he figured pretty quickly that you had gotten into his candy and he sighed

               -He laid down next to you on the ground, watching the fan as well while he asked you what you had eaten to confirm his suspicions. When you told him you had some peach rings, he couldn’t stop the soft laugh that came out afterwards

               -Totally eats a few as well so the two of you can just relax and practically melt into the floor

               -You couldn’t stop talking. Anything and everything that came to your mind came out of your mouth. It was slow and thought out, but still came out. Every word was like heaven to his ears and he felt like he could just float along with your voice

               -The two of you just talk and speculate about the future, about the past, sometimes the two of you come up with extremely odd (but funny) thoughts about the rest of your friends

               -You kept running your hand through his hair and kept telling him just how amazingly soft it felt and he could just tell that you had way more than he had. He had to remember to lecture you not to eat every kind of candy you find.

               -Or… to at least not eat as much as you did. And definitely not do it alone

*SAERAN (or… Ray *insert the eye emoji here*):

               -“MC, here, I made this specially for you.”

               -In the bottle was a bright, blue, sweet smelling liquid. You didn’t know what it was, exactly, but it was obviously very odd.

               -You took the bottle. Ray hasn’t given you any sort of bad vibe or reason to not trust him the whole time you’ve been here. Though, he kept telling you that steps had to be taken to allow you to stay there, with him, for as long as you’d like.

               -“MC,” he started, gently wrapping his hand around your own that held the bottle, “Please. Don’t you trust me? I care about you a lot..” his voice dropped off as he looked from your eyes to the ground.

               -After a deep breath, you broke away from his grip to bring the bottle to your lips. In one fluid motion, you let the sweet tasting liquid run down the back of your throat. It burned a bit going down, but immediately numbed afterwards.

               -You met his eyes, as his face lit up with joy. Eyes started to sparkle, and his smile grew bigger than you’ve seen it the past few days

               -He took your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to plant a small kiss on your knuckles as he waited for the elixir to kick in. He watched, as you started to lightly shake and threw your hands to your head, holding it and squeezing your eyes shut.

               -Your head started to pound as the room began to spin. Your eyes started to water uncontrollably and you couldn’t make sense of any of your surroundings. Sounds mixed together and seems to scream in your ears. Your breath hitched in your throat and you started to gasp for air.

               -Ray buried his hand into the hair at the back of your head, pulling you close to his chest

               -He placed a small kiss to the top of your head, smirking against your hair softly

               -“You aren’t leaving me, MC.”


Random Aus

I live by the ocean and paint the sceneryAKA Mod Karissa can’t sleep anxiety needs to fucking TAKE A NAP and decided to write down some for you guys. Also, sorry about such slow updates! I thought life would slow down once school ended but I guess not TT^TT I’m planning on opening the ask box again within the next few days for a day or two, so keep your eyes open!

  • It’s five AM and I haven’t slept yet but I’m very quick to tell you to get to sleep when you send me a funny meme bc GO TO BED ITS FIVE IN THE MORNING JESUS
  • we’re both freaking out because we share a celebrity crush and they just shared a new video of them (working out, singing, being a dork, etc.) and we both start jokingly comparing each other to said celebrity crush oR IS IT JOKINGLY
  • I’m just a poor tired kid half running an AU blog online and you start messaging to talk about what you did with an AU and things start going from there
  • we decide to start doing youtube gag skits and while other people don’t find them funny, we laugh until we cry when we look at the final product
  • I stay up until seven in the morning with you watching vine compilations and then we both start doing those weird early morning talks and I may or may not have mentioned I like someone and you wont stop pestering me shit
  • soulmate au - you feel the other’s emotions, but only the extremes. Intense joy, and you can’t stop smiling for the day. Devastating sadness and you feel your heart and chest heavy while you fight back tears. Anticipation and nervousness makes you ansty.
  • I thought I was in the private chat when I was talking to a mutual friend about how I like you again and it turns out I was in the grOUP CHAT KILL ME NOW HOW DO I UNDO YOU JACKASS STOP LAUGHING AT ME I THOUGHT WE WERE HAVING A PRIVATE CONVERSATION
  • I’m a fallen angel but when you fall you get amnesia, doomed to not remember anything but be stuck amongst the mortals. I have an intense fear of falling and certain people make me uneasy but I don’t know why
    • I’m a demon and I can smell the stench of Heaven on you, you must be a newly fallen angel, here come with me
    • I knew you as an angel and I keep watching over you in secret
  • I live by the ocean and paint the scenery outside my window to sell online and you are one of those photographers who are determined to take pictures of things where the scenery matches up with the picture/painting where do you have this money to travel like wtf
  • I stayed up all night and you’re the godsent angel who brings me my tea/energy drink/coffee I think I’m in love with you
  • I can’t sleep bc of anxiety and decide to message you on a whim to distract myself until it calms down enough to sleep hopefully
    • you fall asleep halfway through a phonecall
      • I hang up and the dialtone scares you awake

And here I’ll stop it for this one! So many of these are domestic ^^’ gah, coming up with creative aus are hard lol

~Mod Karissa

My Fake Fianc- uh Boyfriend (Matt King)

Request:  can we get some “be my fake bf so my parents leave me alone about being single” fluff with one of the vlog squad guys (David or Brandon or Matt???) with an “okay but what if we weren’t faking it” confession ending?

Note: you like this shit check out my two-parter “To the all the boys who fucked me over”. It’s like the same thing lol (also this is very very very long so please enjoy!)

“Okay, thanks, mom…Yeah, I love you too…..okay okay….” You hung up the phone, letting out the breath you were holding while on the phone with your parents. So many questions. ‘How’s California? Are you making enough money? Did they need to send you money? When were you gonna get a boyfriend? Your cousin is already getting married!”

“Ugh!” You tossed the phone onto the coffee table and fell back into Zane’s couch. “Help me, I’m drowning.”

“I’m sorry I don’t know CPR.”  Zane laughed, further amused by the expression you gave him that was half between wanting to kill someone and throwing yourself off a bridge. 

“What’s wrong now?” Matt looked up from his position on the couch, lying on his back with his phone held over his face. “I’m waiting for Miranda to text.” Zane rolled his eyes.

“Parents. Cousin. Wedding. Boyfriend.” You rubbed your eyes, knowing that with all their good intentions, all you wanted was for your parents to leave your love life alone.

Keep reading

I’m back, and I bear gifts of Shiratorizawa for all of you. (a.k.a more Shiratorizawa head canons that no one asked for but I’m doing anyway I can not be stopped!!!!) I have too many feelings for this team that are threatening to explode. (slight ushiten and semishira to be expected, ONLY SLIGHT I promise hopefully I can keep it this time)

  • Ushijima likes to feed bread to the ducks at the park he runs near. He stops doing it after an old lady that frequents said park told him that feeding ducks bread was bad for them. (she told him that if he continued doing it the ducks would start exploding) he started bringing bird seeds instead. (But seriously, never feed ducks bread, read about it on your own time if you want, but just don’t do it pls)
  • You know how Yamagata is always losing his phone? well, imagine him being super good at finding other peoples missing items/phones, but never being able to find any of his own shit. It pisses him off so much. (although usually his phone is in his pocket and he just forgets lol)
  • For his birthday, Shirabu receives multiple gallons of water from the team, when he asks why they all say it’s to keep him hydrated, but then Ushijima says “To dilute all of the salt in your system” 
  • Shirabu has never been more offended in his life
  • Ushijima doesn’t understand what he did wrong as he thought that was the actual reason. (He over heard the others talking about Shirabu being so salty)
  • Reon becomes friends with Daichi somehow and they hang out at his house. All they do is exchange dad jokes and tell each other about the embarrassing stuff their teams do. (They also gossip to each other, but no one really needs to know that)
  • Kawanishi gets really freaked out by scary movies. They all watched one as a team once and afterward Kawanishi had to call the third years to check if his closets had any one in them, or if there was someone hiding under the bed. (He almost stabbed Shirabu with a knife that night bc Shirabu came into his room without permission)
  • across the Shiratorizawa dorms, an extremely loud and high shrieking noise was heard
  • Semi gets introduced to vocaloid, and he actually likes it, but the only songs he likes are the creepy messed up ones with hidden messages. This is because Semi likes to analyze obscure music videos, and is into a bunch of detective shows
  • Tendou going out for a day and running into Suga, they expect to start yelling at each other, but actually become friends. (you know, the kind that tease each other and engage in witty banter) They talk about their Kids teammates and all of the stupid arguments they have. (at their next practice match, everyone is confused)
  • also, imagine the madness that would be caused by Hanamaki, Matsun, and Tendou somehow becoming friends, just…think about it
  • In my mind Tendou is a mom, have you seen the way this boy supports and encourages his teammates? not to mention that it’s often him who has to break up arguments between the youngins 
  • Goshiki has become a meme thanks to the hard work of all the Shiratorizawa members. Goshiki is very confused, but likes the attention, that is until he finds out that he has been made into a meme
  • They go on team bonding trips a lot, like, a lot. Most of the times they stay in the dorms, but sometimes they’ll decide to go swimming, or go to the amusement park or something
  • Ushijima likes the aesthetic of the ferris wheels, so he asks Tendou if he will go on it with him. (Ushi was all blushy like how cute!) It’s only when they’re stuck at the top does Ushijima realize his fear of heights. (tfw you try to be romantic but end up having a panic attack)
  • Speaking of panic attacks (and anxiety attacks) Tendou gets them frequently and it scares him so much cus’ he really hates how it makes him feel. For the longest time he was too embarrassed to tell anyone but Ushi eventually figured it out and would comfort Tendou and let him hold onto his shirt or hold his hand 
  • Imagine the third years knowing how to take care of people when they have panic/anxiety attacks because of Tendou/ Tendou teaching them the proper way to deal w/ people when they have panic/anxiety attacks
  • This is how they were able to deal w/ Kawanishi as he gets involuntary anxiety attacks every once in a while, and it makes him feel like shit
  • Semi can’t seem to shake the feeling that someone is watching him.
  • In actuality, it’s Shirabu watching him because he wants to know more about Semi, but is too afraid to approach him because he took his spot on the team and thinks Semi hates him
  • Kawanishi is 100% done with Shirabu’s crush on Semi, like, just tell him all ready stop being so Tsundere
  • “I’m not a Tsundere B-Baka!”
  • Semi goes to Tendou for advice, because he thinks Shirabu is trying to kill him
  • Shirabu goes to Ushijima for love advice, to which he gives Shirabu a phone number
  • It’s Oikawa’s, so Shirabu calls and asks him for advice, after listening to Oikawa laugh for a solid 15 minutes Shirabu hangs up and rips up the phone number
  • Goshiki tries to feed ducks bread but it stopped by Ushijima who physically yanks the bread out of Goshiki’s hands, pushes him down, and runs away with a hoard of ducks following him
  • Their sleep overs go some thing like this:

Tendou:*whispering* wake me up

Semi:*next to Tendou* wake me up inside 

Yamagata:*from across the room* SSSAAAAVVVVVVVE MEEEEEEE!!

Shirabu: everyone just shut up

Everyone:*is quiet for a few minutes*

Ushijima:*barely audible whisper* save me from the nothing I’ve become

Well everyone I hope you enjoyed, I think this time I kept the ushiten and semishira more subtle (I tried my hardest) No special occasion for this, I just exploded with Shiratorizawa feels. My precious baby swans!

Helping Hand {2}


Prompt: “what are you waiting for?”

Summary: You’re used to helping people and you enjoy doing so. However when a friend asks for something your heart heavily accepts, you find the will to be selfish for once in your life and get what you’ve always wanted- who you want, even if it’s just for a moment.

Pairing: Jungkook×Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut. College!AU. Friends to Lovers!AU

Wordcount: 4.5K

Warning: sex lol ?

A/N: KKSSRY SORRY :( better later than never right ? Anyways here’s the second part have a nice day and enjoy! Thank you for the responses on the last one, means alot 💜 I’d like some feed back on this one too if you have time thank you 💜 ps my laptop is acting up so I had to post this on mobile so I can’t add ‘read more’ im so sorry :(


1 . 2

You’re running so fast down the hall, sneakers squeaking with every pressure of your feet against marbled floor.

Your lungs burn and your eyes sting but it doesn’t matter. You can’t stop running, you won’t stop running. Not until you get to him. You need to see him. But are you ready for it though? The realisation dawns on you and you slow down a little, hesitant as your sudden rush of excitement dies down, reality and fear taking its place.

But it’s too late, because as you bump into a broad solid chest and almost fall over only to be rescued by a strong arm encased around your waist that has you looking into deep dark eyes you had begun to miss and longed to look into, a conversation you shared with Mia not too long before resurfaces in your thoughts and you find yourself fisting the fabric of his shirt.

You exhale and inhale deeply, sweaty palms gripping the doorknob as you gulp. All you have to do is get pass this door, into the bathroom and apologize. Easy.

“You can do this Y/N.” You chant again for the nth time and the more you say it the less effective it is. You’ve been standing in front of the toilet door for over 5 minutes. Luckily no-one else has come to use the loo because it’d look weird as hell having you just stand there when you could just walk in. But you’re scared. You’re not sure of what. You’ve said so yourself that you don’t mind what choice she makes, you don’t deserve to ask for more. You’re lucky if she even as much says anything to you. But still there’s a churn in your belly that tells you that this is not going to end or proceed as expected.

Shaking your thoughts away you finally push the door open and step into toilet. You find her there, applying her favourite lip gloss through the reflection. You stiffen when her eyes jump to you before she resumes her duty, wiping off some around the edges.The silence is toe curling and so you decide to finally speak; “We need to talk.”

She pauses, squinting her eyes before turning around to face you with her arms crossed, “I know you fucked Jungkook.” Your face reddens as you grip your bag handle tight, lips ajar.

“I’m sorry.” Is all you manage to say and you watch her eyes narrow as she huffs. This is so not like her but maybe if she ended fucking the guy you like after he lowkey rejected you right after your date you wouldn’t be yourself too.

“You know Y/N, I never expected you to be such a whore.” You stumble back slightly at her words, throat going dry. Ouch. “Come on, fucking the guy you knew I liked? You’re the last person I expected to do that. I trusted that you would be-useful to me but you ended up stabbing me in the back. I really hate you Y/N.”

“I know what I did is wrong and you don’t have to accept my apology but I’m sorry. I just- I don’t even know.”

“It doesn’t matter. I guess I’ll just do things on my own and get Jungkook by myself. You weren’t of any help.” She throws her hair over her shoulder with a sigh as she grabs her bag on the sink and leaving the toilet. Wait. Did she just say… “Mia, you were using me just to get with Jungkook?” you catch up to her, grasping her arm. You don’t care at how she eyes your hold on her with disgust as anger and confusion brews in your being. “Answer me.”

“Yeah. I was. I was using you to get with Jungkook.” She admits annoyed, wiping her arm when you let go of her but you don’t catch that over dramatic display of hatred. Your heart sinks to your feet.

“Mia…“ You croak out as your eyes begin to tear up. You thought you lost Mia the night you lost Jungkook, but there was an inkling of hope in you. However now learning this it feels like you’ve lost her, your friend, twice. And it has an ugly twist forming in your belly.

“Don’t act all hurt. I should be the one who is hurt. Y/N, you have no idea how shit you’ve made things for me and Jungkook.” She shakes her head as she clenches her fist and glares at you.

“Mia, I know I fucked up and I’m sorry for sleeping wit-”

“Not that. Even since before.” She scoffs and you furrow your brows. What is she talking about. “Before you and Jungkook met, we were dating for 6 months.” The information settles in slowly, but surely. And soon your small heart is filled with so many overwhelming emotions welling up in you. Jungkook was actually in the longest relationship term you’ve ever seen him be in before he met you and it was with Mia. You didn’t know that. You feel so deceived, Mia said she didn’t know Jungkook and Jungkook pretended not to know her. What happened? What created such a hostile air in between them and what caused they’re break up?

“Suddenly you came around. It was because of you.” She seethes and you’re more confused than ever, did she just answer the questions in your head?

“What do you mean?”

“You. He started caring for you. He literally only knew you for a month and he was so relaxed with you… do you know how hard it was for me to get him to open up to me even just a little? And you had him wrapped around your little finger in one fucking month? Someone like you?” You don’t manage to answer, just looking at the ground as you fiddle with your fingers. It looks like you had done her more wrong than you knew you have. “I got jealous . I mean who wouldn’t get jealous? I did, so thought I’d make him jealous too. I fucked his friend.” She says with no remorse but you can tell she wish she had never done it because she obviously would do as much as faking a friendship for months just to get him back.

“And it’s all because of you. You know the moment we had an argument, he ran straight to you? God sometimes I wish you would just disappear. I don’t even know what Jungkook see’s in you to like you that much.” How did she know that Jungkook liked you? You doubt she was standing outside the room when he confessed or that he told her.

“He told me that night at the date.” She confirms and you gape at her. Oh. “He told me to stay away from you because he knows what I’m doing, he said that he won’t forgive me again if anything happens to you, can you believe him? He’s such a prick!” she groans and while she is going through it your heart is fluttering, he talked of you like that?

“He really likes me…” you deadpan, forgetting Mia’s presence and it bothered her as she clicks her tongue but you’re not paying attention to her. Jungkook really likes you and you just shut him off.

You’ve apologized to Mia and now that that is out of the way, you need to get things with Jungkook right for once and for all.

“Mia, again I’m sorry. I need to go.” You sincerely say one more time before you zoom off, leaving a stunned Mia standing there.

“Y/N?” Jungkook breathes out, his face barely inches away from yours, your chests pressed flush against each other as you gaze into each others eyes. So many words are being exchanged through a simple look of the eye, words neither of you know how to convey verbally.

“Jungkook, I-” you thoughts get stuck in your throat and you feel your eyes tear up. You were the one who cut him off but you were crying.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he furrows his brows, trying to reach up and cup your cheek but you flinch away from his touch, heart breaking when pain flashes across his face at your repulsiveness.

“Sorry,” you push him off you, not looking at him once as you walk away. You heart sinks with every step as the image if Jungkook’s shoulder slumping when you walked past him replays in your head.

It feels so wrong but you know it’s right. You’re not ready, not yet. Because all it takes is you crying your heart out to sleep that night for you to wake up feeling fresh and determined.


This isn’t good.

The moment you step into the field you freeze in your spot. Maybe the look of defeat and loss on the faces of those who sat at the gold and black benches in contrast to the cheers of those in red and white should have indicated the situation for you but now that you see the score board you realize the initial assumption your tried to push back was right. Your college team is behind by several marks. And this is very unusual.

Your eyes fall to the team members who are clearing the field, on a 10 minute break before the game resumes. Naturally you search for him in the midst of people as you walk past the audience bench to the players area but there’s isn’t a sigh of him. Hesitantly you tap one of the players shoulder, a broad shouldered Seokjin you knew to be a friend of Jungkook’s.

“Y/N!” he beams, almost going in for a hug to which you raise a brow at him, eyeing his sweaty figure.

“Sorry,” he sheepishly laughs as he scratches the back of his head, making you chuckle. “What’s going on?” you motion towards the score board and Jin sighs, placing his hands on his hips.

“Man, I don’t really know but we’re doing pretty shit. Even Jungkook isn’t playing as well as he should be.” Your ears perk at the mention of his name and you clear your throat. “Do you know why?” you ask almost desperate and you wonder if it makes you sadistic to want to be the cause of his apparent distress, frankly you do want to be the reason. Only because you want to be the one to de-stress him.

“No idea. Why?” he teases with a knowing grin and your cheeks flush, “But I think it should be fine. Since you’re here now, our lucky charm. Should’ve come earlier.” He pats your shoulder and you laughed. There’s this inside joke/myth within the team, that you’re their lucky charm. The college football team didn’t really have that great of a reputation but ever since Jungkook took over as captain in the new batch, they have been on a winning streak. And quite coincidentally you’ve been there at every game.

“Come on, you guys work too hard for you to say that I’m the reason you guys win. I just sit there and barely pay attention, football is boring.” You joke and SeokJin raises a brow as he hums.

“Yet still you come here all the time, to watch this ‘boring football’, I wonder why…” He ponders aloud and you pout at him.

“Anyways, since you’re here and we’re on break, you should go check up on Jungkook. He’s in the locker room at the end corner by himself. I think he’ll gain his senses once you guys talk or something.” He begins walking into the locker room and you furrow your brows before you speak. “What makes you think that?”

“I know.” He winks before disappearing into the crowd of his team mates. Ripping your gaze from the group of sullen boys who cheer up when Seokjin begins cracking his dad jokes, you walk towards the opposite direction.

You brace yourself and step into the room. The first thing you notice is that just dark, the lights weren’t switched on and the sun was setting ahead. You walk in further before you find Jungkook, his head hunched over his body as he sat at the bench. He’s is shirtless, a light sheen of sweat over his back that moves up and down with every heave of his breathe. His fists are clenching, unclenching , clenching.

You freeze when he abruptly looks up and turns his head to face you, looking at you with wide eyes that glimmer through the wet bangs that lay over his eyes, some sticking to his forehead. “Y/N?” he says in disbelief, voice hoarse but low, afraid that you’re a figment of his imagination and that even the force of his voice would have you fading away into thin air.

“Hey.” You smile, awkwardly standing there.

“Hi.” He responds and then there is complete silence as you just stare at each other.

“Fuck, you probably think I’m a loser even more now. I didn’t want you to ever see me like this.” He laughs humourlessly, running a hand through his locks in frustration. “No Jungkook, you’re not a loser. And I certainly don’t think that.” You sit down next to him and Jungkook scoffs throwing his head back to rest on the lockers with his eyes shut. You try to keep your eyes on his face, not his ripped body but even that is hard since he looks even hotter now, all sweaty and breathless.

“Yeah right. I’m a fucking excuse for a captain. Can’t even lead my team into winning because i- you know what forget it.” You frown at him, is he dumb? “Jungkook, you’re not a loser. How many times have you guys won huh?” you place a hand over his thighs and Jungkook’s eyes shoot open, gaze flickering to where your hands are before he looks up at you.

“Jungkook you’re a great captain. You’ve brought honour to the college with your team and no-one else could have done it. You’re a champion. You can get back there on that field and win it.” You squeeze his thigh and Jungkook stares at you blankly. It’s hard to read his thoughts when he remains so blank and unresponsive. “You know, we can only win if you’re there.” He suddenly says, leaning forward and you chuckle at his ridiculousness.

“Well I’m here now aren’t I?”

He turns to face you, his dark eyes locking with yours and the sudden proximity of your faces has your breathe hitching, cheeks prickling. “Y/N, why are you here?” he asks, almost sounding frustrated but you take no offense to it somehow.

“Because … because I care.” You gulp, finding it hard to form a sentence with his intense gaze on you. “For me or the team.” He questions, head tilted.

“Both. But especially you.” you confess and then there is a long silence as you simply stare at each other.

“You confuse me. You tell me go away and then you tell me this. Why?” he shakes his head as he looks away, running his fingers through his hair again, biceps flexing.

“Because I like you.”

“What?” he whips his head towards you as he shifts in his seat as his cheeks redden. "Why are acting so surprised I literally told you that already.” You roll your eyes at his reaction as you chuckle.

“Yeah but I thought… You know… after that night and when we bumped into each other and you ran away that you didn’t feel the same anymore.” He shrugs and you groan in frustration. Why was he making this so hard?

Without warning you push yourself off your seat to straddle his lap and cup his cheek. “I’ll show you okay? How I feel. How you make me feel.” He stares at you wide eyed and surprised but he nods as his hands rest on your hip and waist.

You lean down, capturing his lips in yours. The kiss is sweet from the fruitiness of your gloss and a little salty from the sweat on Jungkook. You take in all of him, fingers trailing down the edges if his torso while the other tugs at the hair in the nape of his neck. His hands slip under your top to fondle your breast and eliciting a deep moan from you that has him tightening his grip on your waist to pull you closer to his chest. You feel his hard cock pressing against your soaking clothed core and you can’t help but grind onto him.

“Fuck,” he groans, hips bucking up to met yours. You steal a glance at the digital watch on your wrist. You’ve got about 6 minutes left. “We need to make this quick, baby.” You pant out, not missing the way Jungkook smirks at the term of endearment as he bites his lips.

You palm him through his pants and he rolls his head back, he hisses when you reach into his tight pants and take out his angry hard cock. "Wait, I don’t have a condom on me.” He grabs your wrist to stop him, but you peck the corner of his lips and grin at him.

“I’m on the pill.” He nods and let’s go of you, his balls going tight at the thought of being able to fuck you raw with no hindrance and fill you with his cum. He let’s you take control, watching in bliss with hands tight around your waist as you rub his tip against your slick entrance. When you sink down on him both of you gasp. You immediately clench around him but you don’t stop, the drag as he guides you further down while you take in all of him pleasurably painful. It’s intoxicating and it has you catching your breath, nails digging into his shoulders as you start moving. "Oh my god,” you moan jumping on his cock as Jungkook’s fingers hook on the middle of your bra under your top, pulling the fabric down so that your breasts are now free of the constraints, nipples pebbled visible through the natural just shows how aroused you are home your tits bounce and your chest heaves with every thrust.

“Look at you, hopping on my dick like a fucking slut.” He growls as he latches onto your stiff nipples through your top and you shriek, arching your back into his mouth. He chuckles against your jiggling breasts as he moves onto the next, pinching and flicking your free needy buds with his thumb and it has you rolling your head back, the corners of your vision blackening as your high arrives. “Jungkook, baby, I’m so fucking close,” your thrusts are weaker, thighs aching but you are desperate and try to go faster despite your throbbing thighs. Jungkook senses your frustrations through your whines and hooks his hand on your hips, lifting you up and slamming you against his cock, occasionally bucking his hips up to yours.

“Jungkook, I’m going to come oh my god,” you pant as you let him fuck into you and you cry out as you release around him, hips twitching as he continues thrusting his hips up to yours with his brows knitted. "I’m so fucking close.” He grunts, snapping his hips up to you before he spills his warm seeds into you with a growl.

You stay like that for a while, his head on your shoulders and your head on his breathlessly. “I really like you Y/N. Fuck I love you so much.” He confesses into the crook of you neck and pulls you closer to him by your waist. A smile graces your features as you tightened your embrace over his shoulders.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Mia and I earlier. I didn’t think it was important. Sorry.” “It’s fine.” You chuckle with a shrug and he chuckles as well.

“Are you going to pull out or…” You remind as you eyes trail down to where you are still joined and you’re surprised his still intact in you, did he get hard again? "Fuck right,” a tint spreads over Jungkook’s cheeks as he lifts you and stands you up, shoving his dick back into his pants. You try to ignore the outline of an obvious bulge with pursed lips, holding back a laughter. “If you win, we can go for a second round tonight. Maybe more.” You sing song with a shrug as you begin walking out, leaving a wide eyed Jungkook who is getting dressed. A grin slowly spread across his face as he catches up to you.

“Wait,” he holds your hand, pulling you into his chest as he drapes his varsity jacket over your shoulder. You notice he is wearing his gear already. You raise a brow at the action, a bit taken back. Jungkook’s eyes trail down to your chest, where two wet patches lay where your nipples should be. Your cheeks heat up as you recall how Jungkook was sucking on them before this. "Thanks,” you gulp and Jungkook chuckles, taking your hand in his. Just then the door flies open sand Seokjin peeks his head from the door, light pouring in.

“Hey cap, hey Y/N. Hope you guys are done, the games about to start.” He smirks and you roll your eyes. “Right. Um, guess I’ll be going then.” Jungkook grins, unable to control the giddiness he feels and infects your heart too, swelling as he swings your joint hands.

“Good luck Jungkook. Go win it.” You pat his chest. “I don’t need luck, I have you here. And a night of just me and you fucking to look forward to.” He quirks a brow with a smug smirk and you smack his chest.

“Whatever. Go.” You usher him out and he laughs, heading for the door. “Oh and Jungkook?” you call out, biting your lips and hugging the jacket closer to your body when he steps out the door. "Yeah?” he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed.

“I love you too.”

Jungkook tilts his head, a grin that makes your heart race spreading across his features as he pushes himself of the door frame. He nods to himself before turning his back on you and walking out.

What was that? You furrow your brows but you don’t pay much mind to it.

They do end up winning the game, and you should’ve recognised the look Jungkook had earlier sooner. The look of determination and unmatched prowess, the same look he’s giving you now as you’re sprawled beneath him, completely naked while he is half dressed hovering over you with a devilish grin.

“Tired, sweetheart?” he cocks a brow and you quickly shake your head. You don’t care for the ache in between your legs, you want him even more now. “Alright baby girl, on your knees.” He commands and you quickly scramble into position. He takes his place behind you, wet chest pressing into your back while damp hair tickled got ears when he places a kiss on the top of your glowing shoulder.

“Are you ready?” he breathes into your ear, and you eagerly nod, whimpering when he cups your breasts under you roughly to gain a verbal answer from you.

“Yes, fuck Jungkook I want your cock!” you arch your back to press your behind into him, gasping as his twitching member rubs at your entrance. “Such a needy slut for my cock. Even after I’ve fucked you so good so many times just tonight… tsk tsk tsk,” he shake his head and you let out a strangled cry as his hands trail down and pinches your engorged clit, sensitive from previous abuse. But still you buck your hips into his hand, panting as rubs the button of nerves.

“Please, I can never get enough of your cock, I need it. Please fuck me again- oh Fuck.” You throw your head back, immediately clenching around him as he shoves himself in you with ease, gasping with every thrust while you grip the sheets.

From the reflection of his mirror ahead, you feels yourself grow wetter with time at the sight of him pounding into you ruthlessly from behind, lips caught in between his lips with furrowed brows. But from the corner of the mirror image on the reflection, something glimmering catches your attention.

The gold trophy of today’s victory.

A reminder of how you ended up in this situation not that you were complaining at all.

Also a reminder that tomorrow, and for more than a couple days, you might not be able to make it out of bed or even stand on your own two feet. But you don’t mind. You really don’t.

“Fuck,” you grunt as Jungkook strengthens his thrusts, the bed squeaking while you fist the sheets , mind on the edge of sanity again as his cock pounds into you and bumps your g spot.

This is going to be a long long night.


How was it ? I hope you all liked it thank you for reading 💜💫

anonymous asked:

Heard you were taking drablle request so I'm gonna try to get one^^ I'd like a college Au where eren is super popular and levi a regular student. Then eren ask levi to go on a date with him, levi ask why and eren have to find proper reason for him to accept. I think some nsfw will be good at the end but that's up to you, if you put some I'd like to see eren on top. That's all hope I'm not demanding too much ^^

I didn’t include anything nsfw so I hope you don’t mind but otherwise it would have been around 3k words lol so 1.5k will do for now ;)

Wrote this while listening to Kodaline - one day (thanks @hey-heichou-suz for recommending this :D)

“Stop joking around Jaeger” Levi snapped at the famous football player to which the latter grabbed him by the shoulders.

“I’m not joking around, I’m serious Levi” he pleaded, trying to sound as convincing as he could. His hands and voice were shaking as if he were an old man, and the fact that the whole school was glaring at them surely didn’t help his cause.

“Yeah right” the raven laughed as he got free from Eren’s grip and turned around to walk into the opposite direction.

“What the hell is his problem” Levi wondered as he walked away from the brunet, who seemed to be nailed to the ground.

Levi would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a bit disappointed that Eren didn’t go after him, but it only proved his point; the guy wasn’t being serious about this, and it was probably some stupid bet for him to ask Levi out.

He turned around the corner and saw his friend Hange being the chaotic mess that they are, struggling to hold up their books while they rummaged through some papers.

“Need some help shitty glasses?” he mocked as he stood in front of them.

“No.. ish towtafy fine” to which Levi rolled his eyes and took the papers out of their mouth and turned up his nose at the sight of the string of saliva that lingered from Hange’s mouth.

“Fucking disgusting” he muttered as he placed the papers onto the books they were holding.

“Well thank you Levi,” they said as the pair continued walking towards the cafeteria.

They bumped their elbow into Levi’s side as they waited in line to get their food.

“What was that for?” he asked as looked at them in confusion.

“Come on Levi-” they sang, throwing their hands up in the air as if they were making a prayer. “You gonna tell me what happened or not?” they suddenly said in a soft voice.

Levi’s eyes widened, Hange never spoke in such a soft tone unless they were serious about something and it honestly scared the shit out of him.

“Fine,” he sighed, knowing it wouldn’t benefit him in any way if he lied to them. “Jaeger asked me out today…” he trailed off, suddenly trying to look interested in what was on the menu today as they were about to place their order.

“What?!” Hange yelled to which Levi shushed them. He pointed at the people a couple metres away from him and gestured that Hange should keep their voice down so Eren’s friends wouldn’t hear them.

“Ow ow okay, we’ll talk later” they whispered.


“So you understand it now?” Levi said annoyed, rolling his eyes and leaning back in his chair as he waited for Hange to answer.

“I mean, yeah I understand where you’re coming from but-” “But what?!” he cut them off and slammed his fists on the table.

“But he’s uhm, he’s standing by the doorframe…” they trailed off as they stood up and walked past the brunet, who was in fact standing by the doorframe and waiting for Levi to notice him.

So Levi turned his head around to make another comment, but his breath hitched in his throat as soon as he saw Eren standing in front of him with a soft smile on his face.

He could feel his own heart beating in his chest and had difficulty breathing accompanied by his pen falling down on the floor because of his sweaty hands.

“God dammit” he murmured and reached down to pick up his pen but stopped when he saw the brunet kneeling down and it picking it up for him.

“Are we in some kind of stupid movie Jaeger?” he snapped as he grabbed the pen from Eren and looked at him with his piercing grey eyes.

“If that makes you go out with me, then sure” Eren laughed and Levi had difficulty of keeping a straight face as well.

“Do I see a small smile Levi?” the brunet commented as he took a few steps closer and lowered himself to Levi’s height to take a closer look to the very rare event of Levi smiling.

“Hell no and don’t you dare take another step Jaeger, you’re close enough as it is” he said annoyed. “Plus, you stink from practice” he said as he waved his hand in front of his face and giving him a disapproving look.

The brunet took a sniff from his shirt followed by a low laugh that sent a shiver down Levi’s spine and made a blush popping up on his cheeks.

“Okay maybe you’re right about that” he laughed as he ran a hand through his chocolate brown locks.

“But you’re not right about me not taking this-” he faltered while he repeatedly pointed at Levi and himself, “seriously” he exhaled.

Levi chuckled to that and stood up from his chair while not losing eye-contact with the brunet.

“Get your ass out of here Jaeger, I thought I was clear about not having time for your jokes” he said as he took a few steps into Eren’s direction, forcing him to take a few steps back and basically making his way out of the raven’s room again.

“No, you’re wrong!” he yelled as he felt Levi pushing him out the room.

“God dammit even your shirt is wet” Levi said disgusted with the feeling of sweat resting on his hands.

The raven noticed people’s laughter echoing through the hallway, and figured that the brunet’s friends were probably waiting for him to complete his bet.

He pushed Eren out of his room and wiped his hands of onto his pants as he tried to come up with a comment that would make sure he didn’t try to come back again.

As he did so, he noticed that the latter was staring at the floor beneath them and had a troubled look on his face.

Eren raised his head again and turned it to his left to face the people who were still laughing to this second.

“Get the fuck out of here you disgusting pieces of shit!” he screamed as he stormed into their direction.

Levi heard fists meeting faces and grunts of pain, followed by a door being slammed shut and footsteps making their way down to his room again.

The raven popped his head from behind the doorframe and looked at Eren walking back into his direction.

Both were shaking their heads as the distance between them got smaller, and both sighed when they stood in front of each other.

“Look-” they said simultaneously followed by quirking an eyebrow at each other.

The raven gestured that Eren could speak first and waited for him to open his mouth again.

“What do I need to do for you to take me seriously Levi?” he whispered, suddenly showing his vulnerability which made Levi’s heart ache.

“I-” the raven trailed off, not knowing the answer to his question, and feeling ashamed of that.

He could feel a faint blush popping up on his cheeks again and tried to hide it in his collar as he avoided the brunet’s gaze.

“I’m sorry,” Eren paused, clenching his fists and focusing those bright green eyes on Levi’s pursed lips.

“Sorry for wh-” Levi wanted to ask, but couldn’t finish his sentence since he felt warm and soft lips being pressed against his own.

He felt a strong hand cupping his cheek while the other played with his hair as they deepened their kiss.

Levi felt ashamed and excited at the same time, loving the feeling of their tongues connecting and soft moans filling up the empty hallway, but also feeling ashamed that he was kissing the brunet while he remembered what an ass he had been to him before.

So he broke up their kiss and pushed Eren a step back as he tried to even out his breathing and compose himself again.

“I don’t kn-”

“I can appreciate that you don’t know how you should react to this, but I hope you finally understand that I’m serious about asking you out” the brunet finished his sentence for him as he closed the distance between them once more and placed a soft peck on the raven’s lips.

“Uh… yeah I, I understand I guess” he muttered.

“Okay good, I’ll pick you up at 7 tomorrow” Eren winked followed by him turning around and leaving Levi’s room.

The raven sat himself down again and let out a breath that he didn’t know he had been holding as he tried to figure out what had just happened.

“This guy has some balls” he laughed but accepted the fact that they were going on a date tomorrow and decided to text Hange about it.

He sent the message and his phone screen lighted up not even 5 seconds after he had hit ‘send’

“Don’t forget to buy condoms ;) ;) ;)”

Must Be The Season Of The Witch (part 9)

Summary: All you wanted to do was scare your friends on Friday the 13th. You didn’t know that you’d actually wake the dead.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: talk about Bucky’s parents, and you might be a bit confused towards the end but you also might know what’s happenin’ so ye. Needless to say, shit’s gonna go down in the next part lol

A/N: I think we may be coming to an end with this fic :’) also everything has been so hectic so if you asked or want to be on my permanent masterlist, pls tell me so I can put ya down .


You stayed at Natasha’s for a bit while Bucky spent some time with his friends, remembering more about his past and memories he had with each of them.

He hugged the shit out of Natasha, not knowing his own strength and you had to step in and pry him off of her, telling him to be gentle. He got a bit frustrated when he tried recalling some memories to his friends but you were there to calm him down.

Overall, it was a good stay. His friends got to see him even though they were still trying to wrap their heads around everything that happened and you got to know more about all of them and Bucky.

“So where’s Bucky’s parents?” you ask as all of you are settled on the couches while you run your thumb across Bucky’s large hand; a way of calming him down that you’ve picked up.

When he hears ‘parents’ he looks up at his friends and both Tony and Natasha look over at Steve.

The blonde sighs. “Bucky’s parents are dead.” he says. “When we were thirteen, his parents dropped him off at my place and asked my ma if she could watch him while they went away for a little trip. She said yes and… the day they were supposed to come home, their plane crashed. No survivors.”

“Oh my god.” you gasp. “That’s horrible.”

Bucky frowns and lays his head on your shoulder.

Steve nods. “My ma took him in and raised him. Can you believe it? All on her own, raising two trouble-making boys.” the blond scoffed and shook his head with a smile and pure admiration in his eyes. “She’s an amazing woman.”

You smile until realization hits you. He hadn’t mentioned his father. Was he deceased?

“I couldn’t help but notice you said your mom raised you two on her own. Was your father not around?” you ask.

“He was in the beginning but around the time I was eight he decided being tied down with a wife and kid wasn’t what he wanted so after divorcing my mom he left. Haven’t seen him since.”

“I’m sorry.” you frown.

“Don’t be.” Steve smiled. “My ma is all I need. She’s my whole world.”

You smile at his sweet words.

“Mom… o…kay?” came Bucky, still with his head on your shoulder.

Steve grinned. “Yeah, pal. Mom’s doing just fine.”

This caused Bucky to smile. “Good.”

After talking a bit more, you decided it was time to get going. You say goodbye to everyone, telling them to drop by anytime to see Bucky as you left Natasha’s place but not before swapping numbers with the three.

Getting into your car, you let out a much needed sigh. “That went way better than I thought.”

“Do you think they’re okay?” Sam questioned from the backseat.

“I think it’s a lot to process for them because they were all so close. I mean Bucky and Steve were practically family.” you say and Wanda nods.

“They were nice people.” Clint comments.

“They were.” you agree with a smile. “I can see why Bucky was friends with them.”

You look at Bucky from your rearview mirror and he smiles softly. You get a warm feeling inside you and you tear your eyes away from him and squeeze them shut.

No, no, no, no. Stop. It’s wrong and weird to be feeling this way.

Bucky taps you on the shoulder and your eyes snap open.


“Yeah,” you sigh. “I’m okay.”

You give him a soft smile before turning your car on and driving off.

“Do we have everything in place?” you ask Wanda.

She nods. “Clint and Sam are just lighting the candles.”

“Good.” you say. “Let’s do this.”

You all make your way to your living room but you step back, pulling Bucky with you. “Wait,” he gives you a confused look and you sigh. “If this works, I just want to say that I had a great time with you, Bucky. You’re an amazing guy and I had the time of my life with you.” your eyes start to tear up and Bucky reaches up to wipe them away. “I’m really gonna miss you, James Barnes.”

Bucky smiles and cups your face in his hands. “I… love… you.”

The tall brunet leans down and kisses your cheek before engulfing you in a hug. You two stay like that for a bit before Sam clears his throat. Pulling away, the two of you look over at him.

“Everything’s ready to go.” he says.

You nod. “Alright, let’s go.”

You and Bucky follow Sam back into the living room where Clint and Wanda are already sitting in position. Sam soon joins.

You let out a sigh and look up at Bucky. “Lay down.”

He nods and does as he’s told. You sit beside Sam and all four of you join hands over Bucky. You glance down at him to see him looking up at you.

“Close your eyes, Buck.”

His blue eyes flutter closed and you inhale. “Turn off the lights and open the curtains.” you tell Clint.

“On it.”

After he’s done, you re-join hands. “Ready?” your friends nod and you begin. “The dead that has been woken from his slumber must return to where he rightfully should be.” you look down at Bucky and your eyes fill with tears. “Underneath the light of the full moon, I command you to go.” you wipe your tears on your shoulder. “Revertere!”

Wanda, Sam and Clint all shout out ‘revertere’ and suddenly the moon is covered by dark clouds. There’s thunder, just like there was on the night you brought Bucky back from the dead.

You all say ‘revertere’ one last time together and Bucky suddenly spasms below your hands right before the candles are blown out and you’re left in the dark.

“Bucky?” your voice is laced with concern.

The sky clears and your lights flicker on. You immediately let go of your friends hands and sit on your knees, leaning over Bucky’s body.

“Bucky?” you shake him. “Bucky, c’mon.”

Your friends watch intensely as you take your fingers up to his neck to check his pulse. With a sigh, you lay your head on his chest.

“He’s not breathing.”

A/N: I’ll edit later homies. Tell me what ya thinkkkk!


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spicyness  asked:

Yay requests are open!! 🎉 We love a jealous Bakugo amirite?? Lol. I was wondering if I could get something along the lines of Bakugo getting jealous because his fem crush is getting attention from nicey nice Shindo at the license exam? Tbh I just need some Shindo content, I love that boy and there’s not a lot out there for him haha! Thanks so much I love you and your blog 😘💕 have a great day!!

Bakugou was confident in your relationship. That was apparent. Why would you ever drop him for someone else when he was obviously the perfect match for you?

However, just because he was confident, didn’t mean that he was okay with other people getting all over you. It made his blood boil, in fact. You weren’t his, but you weren’t theirs either.

Usually, Bakugou alone was enough to scare any unwanted attention away. He was like your very own repellent. Sometimes, people just couldn’t deal with not having you, so they’d talk to you when they thought Bakugou was far away. The surprise and fear on their faces was always funny when they heard him coming up behind them.

However, Bakugou had never met someone so cocky in his life, and he lived as himself. This cocky bastard was making moved on you right in front of Bakugou. The blonde usually would’ve blown up at anyone else, but given the situation and the shock he felt at Shindou’s audacity, he just kind of stood there gaping.

It wasn’t until Kirishima stood next to him did he really get a clear head. “Look at him go. Fearless.” Kirishima commentated, watching Shindou flirt with you from afar. Bakugou glared at the redhead, grunting in anger.

“I’ve never seen someone want to be castrated so bad in my life.” Bakugou answered, clenching his hands into fists at his sides as he tried to release some anger before he did something really stupid. His friend laughed at that, enjoying Bakugou’s anger and witty comments.

“Seriously, bro. If I were you I’d have been up there five minutes ago.” Kirishima said, shrugging his shoulders before walking away, giving the blonde the last push he needed to go up to the sleazy kid who thought he had a chance with you.

“Oh, Bakugou!” You said happily when he came up beside you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You noticed his anger, and you were sure Shindou did too, but neither of you reacted to it.

“Ah, Bakugou! Y/N was just talking about you.” Shindou said, reaching over and poking at your shoulder, right next to Bakugou’s exposed skin. The lack of fear he had was upsetting- it was safe to say he was enjoying the situation, in fact.

He didn’t even use an honorific when speaking about you! He’d only met you a couple minutes ago, and he was disrespecting you right in front of your boyfriend.

Bakugou glared at the dark haired boy for a moment, taking in his infuriating face and dumb hero costume, doing his best to just calm down before he blew him to smithereens.

You must have inferred that Bakugou was pretty pissed off, because you started to close the conversation so you could leave.

“It was really nice talking with you, but we have to meet with the rest of our classmates soon. See you later!” You smiled, waving at Shindou before turning around and leading your angered boyfriend away from the situation

“What a bastard,” Bakugou grunted. “All over you like that as if you don’t have me. As if he had a fucking chance.” He ranted, making you smile and roll your eyes.

“He was just being nice. Stop it, you big baby.” You teased, interlocking your hand with his larger, calloused one. He squeezed it once.

“Even Kirishima could smell his desperation. I get it, you’re hot as hell, and everyone fuckin’ likes you. But you’re taken.” He said, insecurity showing in his tone. You frowned- usually Kirishima was one to back you up when Bakugou got needlessly jealous, but maybe you read the situation wrong.

“Sorry you felt that way, Bakugou. But I can fend for myself. If someone every crosses the line you know I can handle it, especially when I have you.” You told him, turning your head to lock eyes with him. He smiled cockily in response, pulling you toward him to place a kiss on your lips.

“Damn right you do. Don’t go forgetting it.”

English isn’t my native tongue and I feel really lazy, so I’m going to make it quick. I am alone and lonely at the same time, I have no friends like I have messenger, snap, instagram, twitter, tumbler, even fucking tinder( lol to fill the emptiness inside of me with some men’s attention tbh, I don’t really care about none of these dudes and even on tinder, I may have a lot of dudes who seem into me, nobody is talking to me), I can’t make friends at my job because I just cannot trust these people. The closest person I am at my job is this white girl who’s like the boss favorites but she is kinda hypocrite and I don’t know I don’t really trust the girl. My family never calls me, like my parents call me like 2 times a month maybe, but my two other sisters ? It’s like I don’t exist to them. And oh let’s not talk about my aunts and my cousins who live in the same area as me, they don’t want to fuck with me, not even a bit. One of my aunt came to my job( i work in clothes store) and I was like so happy to see her and she just ignored me. In August, I had no more money left so I couldnt eat, and I asked my cousins and aunts to help me ( in christmas time, let’s call her aunt 1 told me that if i need food and help i can call her, that’s what i did and her son barely help me ) and like yeah i’m not even going to continue on this that is too disappointing for me lol. My family doesn’t financially and emotionally help me and that shit hurts. My sister is probably “ wealthier” than me ( we both live on our own, im 18 almost 19 btw and my sis is 22 i think) and i asked for one damn dollar one day( i wanted to see her reaction) and she said no. So that tells you a lot about my family.

Friends now. HA HA HA. i feel miserable, at my job no one wants to fuck with me idk why, everytime i talk to them at break they are doing shit on their cellphone. My friends from other cities, they never talk to me. There was this white bitch who came back in my life and like i really liked her and we were good friends but i’ve noticed that that she was always being dramatic and making the convo about her like even when i was like feeling down she was like “ okay why it is right now who tell me this??? You dont trust me???” like i need emotional support dumbass right now, not a fuckinng lesson. And she gives these super rainbow calinours advices that we all know that cant help, and since she have her boyfriend, she just stopped to talk and she told me she will never let me down and she is and im not even being dramatic about and like aaahhhh fuck off. My life is just shit. The two “ friends” that are the same area as me is this lightskin girl but she is like so toxic and disrespectful but at the same time, she is the only one who can chill me with me and stuff and she’s kinda cool and the other one is an asian who is cool but like she always want to go in a bar and get drunk, i dont like spending my money. When i am in bars with her, she is the one who get all of the attention so no.

The people around me suck, i am not the attractive kind of black girl, i am self centered and kinda of narcissic, and like i really need help. I am not in college, i took like few months to relax myself from college but i want to go back in winter if they accept me but im scared as fuck. I applied to an anglophone college and maybe y'all dont feel concerned about this because this blog is predominantly african american but as a franco canadian this is a big challenge for me. The college i go to is not only super anglophone but like most people there are fucking rich kids from the suburbs and i’m not. I live on my own, i pay on my shit, since im 16.

You know what scares me the most? Is to be alone but like forever. I will never find true love dont fucking tell that i will because that is a lie that im tired to believe in. Like yo, im not your typical black girl. Full 2017 trendy dressed, with beautiful loose curl and a random straight wave with makeup on point, and big curves, im not like that. I am not trying to brag here but i really do believe im different from most black girls and that is a good and bad thing. People expect me to be extravertie and funny but i just cannot be like that, not everyone understand my humor sense, anyway. And yeah, this is mean but i dont like to waste my time talking to unecessary people if there’s not something in it for me, right??my personality is horrible as well as my looks and i reallly dont think a men will find a once of beAuty in me. I forced myself into loneliness because i dont want to have hope and get disappointed. The last dude i like “ dated” is on fucking hard drugs and want to become a girl ( not because he’s trans tho because he wants to “ experience” and he’s tired of his masculinity) ohh good lord, i hate seeing these average boring lightskins or black or asian girls getting all the men and like people seem to easily like them. I make one fucking mistake at my job and everyone be hating me for this. Jesus christ, how other black girls deal with being … a black girl? Im 18, caribbean, franco canadian and black and i’ve always have problems because i am francophone and black and a girl. Can someone help me. I have my first appointement with a therapist soon ( like tomorrow, we are the october 9 today) and i hope this wont be useless and will lead me to something good. Most therapist i met, just let me down and disappeared.

To fill my lack of daily love and cuddles and attention, i decided to focus on money and grades. But i know that one day, when i’ll be really wealthy i’ll miss being with people. 
Im getting bad and bad and bad. I started AGAIN to cut and to bleach. This time im using lemon and baking soda instead of buying toxic shit, doesnt seem to work tho…

I need comfort please 
Help me

Love Story // j.j

A/N: obviously based on the Taylor Swift song lol but I thought this idea was cute :)


Trouble seems to have a way of finding Y/N, trouble generally in the form the Southside Serpents. Well, more specifically, trouble with the name of Jughead Jones.

Y/N father is the leader of a gang rival to the Serpents, which usually meant that someone at some point in time is trying to use her to get to her dad.

Jughead Jones is not one of these people.

She had been raised on the idea that anyone affiliated with the Serpents is not to be trusted, that no one who is a part of them will do her any good.

But then she meets him.

It’s sophomore year by the time the two actually speak to each other, each knowing who the other is but being warned by their parents to never give them a second glance.

Jughead breaks the warning first.

“Y/N right?” He asks, standing next to her locker. “I’m J-”

“I know exactly who you are,” she hisses, slamming her locker shut and walking away from him.

“Hey!” Jughead calls, walking briskly down the hall to catch up with her. “Look, I can bet you’ve been told the same things I was as a kid about me and about my family but I don’t want to live like that anymore. I’m done with my dad and all of that. I think we could actually be really good friends.”

Y/N stops, spinning on her heel to face him.

“Friends?” She asks, titling her head slightly. “What makes you say that?”

“We’re similar, like really similar,” he shrugs, “just a feeling. I think we’d get along really well.”

“Well, I’m willing to test that theory, if you want,” she says, the words coming out of her mouth before she can even think them all the way through.

Jughead’s face brightens.

“Really?” He asks, shocked. “That would be awesome.”

She smiles finally, adjusting a strap on her bag.

“One thing though,” she says, “my dad can’t know.”

“Yeah well, neither can mine,” Jughead replies, “so I guess we’re in the same boat.”

“I guess we are.”

“Pops after school?” Jughead asks. “I’ve got a booth in the back room he’ll let us use. No one will be able to see us there.”

“I’ll see you there,” she smirks, walking into her class and leaving Jughead to walk to his own with a bright smile adorning his face.

Jughead’s right, the two of them become fast friends, talking like they’ve known each other their entire lives, and, in a sense, they have.

The secrecy and the sneaking around only makes it more enticing for them to be together, no matter the warnings running through each of their heads. It only takes about six weeks for it to happen.

Y/N breaks the warning first.

“Juggie I’m scared,” she whispers, her head resting on his lap as they sit on the roof of the drive in projection booth.

“What? Why?” Jughead asks, looking down at her. “Did someone say something to you?”

“No it’s not that it’s just…” she takes a deep breath, locking eyes with him, “I really like you, Juggie, I’ve never felt this way for someone before and it scares me.”

“Do you mean like me as i-”

“Yeah,” she cuts him off, even the thought of the words being spoken scaring her, “it’s scary enough that I’ve never felt this before but then you take into account everything with our dads and that just…adds about ten more levels of fear.”

“You don’t need to be scared,” he whispers, brushing some hair off of her forehead, “not about that, not about anything, I’ll protect you.”


“I like you too, Y/N,” he says casually, like there really isn’t anything to be afraid of, “and I don’t care what our parents have to say about it, it’s my life, not my dads. I don’t approve of what he does so why should he have a say in what I do?”

“Rebel with a cause,” Y/N murmurs, smiling.

“You’re the best cause,” Jughead replies, leaning down and brushing his lips across her forehead.

It takes another three weeks before Jughead asks Y/N if he can tell his friends about them, and another week of reassurance that they won’t tell anyone and that they don’t care about what her dad does, after all, they know about his dad and are still friends with him.

She finally agrees, and Jughead is correct once again. His friends don’t care in the slightest that her and Jughead’s dad hate each other, in fact, they seem to find it even more sweet that the two of them are together despite it.

“It’s like a real life Romeo and Juliet story!” Veronica sequels, clasping her hands together.

“You do know they both died in the end, right?” Y/N points out.

“Yeah, and so did like all of their closest friends,” Jughead adds.

Veronica rolls her eyes, shrugging.

“Still, you know what I mean.”

Six months after the first day they spoke, no one else has found out about the two, until-

The pebbles hitting Y/N’s window draws her attention away from her textbook. She pulls back the curtain, eyes widening at the image of her boyfriend standing below her window in the dimming sunlight.

“Jughead!” She calls quietly out of the window after she opens it. “What the hell are you doing? My dad will kill you if he sees that you’re here, and that’s not an exaggeration.”

“I need to talk to you,” Jughead replies, “like, now.”

She nods, telling him to wait. Fortunately for the pair, Y/N’s parents are out of the house. She practically runs down the stairs, opening the front door.

“My parents aren’t home, we can talk here,” she says, motioning him to come inside.

She leads him through the kitchen and into the living room, sitting on the couch as he does the same.

“What’s going on, Jug?”

“Joaquin knows,” Jughead replies vaguely, fiddling with his hands.

“Kevin’s boyfriend?” Y/N asks, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. “Knows what?”

“Knows about us,” Jughead clarifies, “and he’s not just Kevin’s boyfriend.”

“What do you mean?”

“He works with my dad,” he whispers, “he’s a Serpent.”

Y/N breath catches in her throat, she swallows heavily.

“How’d he find out?” She asks.

“Kevin, I guess,” Jughead shrugs, “he told me that they were talking and it just slipped out. All he said was your name and Joaquin knows who you are. Honestly, I’m surprised Kevin kept it from him this long, usually he blabs about stuff minutes after they happen i-”

Jughead stops as he looks at Y/N, noticing how worried she looks.

“You don’t think he’s going to tell, do you?” She whispers.

Jughead pulls her into his side, gently kissing her temple.

“No, I don’t think he will,” he whispers, “I mean, he’s dating the Sheriff’s son, I think that might take precedence over us if that were to ever get out.”

“I’m scared Juggie,” she whispers.

“Hey, what did I tell you?” Jughead rubs her shoulder comfortingly. “I’m going to protect you, protect us, nothing’s going to happen.”

“Why do we have to be who we are?” She asks.

“What do you mean?”

“I want to hold your hand in the hallway Juggie I want…I want us to at least have to option to act like all those other couples you see but we don’t,” she mumbles, “I can barely even talk to you at school and it sucks.”

Jughead presses a soft kiss to her lips, effectively stopping her rambling.

“Look, I know that it can be hard,” he says quietly, “I know that it’s frustrating and that it’s unfair but this just makes us better. I also know that, at least for me, it means that we’re real, and that we both want this. That we aren’t just doing this to spite our parents or something like that, that we actually care about each other. Because if we didn’t we wouldn’t be putting ourselves through all of this.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” she says, nodding.

“I love you, Y/N,” he says, kissing her head, “these past six months with have made me happier than I have ever felt in my entire life, I’m not giving that up. I’m not giving you up.”

His words cause her heart to skip a beat, this being the first time they had been said out loud between the pair.

“I…” she swallows, happiness bubbling in her stomach, “I love you too, Jug.”

She pulls his lips down on top of hers, one hand holding the back of his neck while the other grips his shirt lightly.

Jughead cups her face in both his hands, feeling her pulse speed up slightly as his finger tips brushed across her neck.

“I love you Juggie,” she repeats in a whisper, a small smile on her face as the two of them pull away, “I don’t want us to be a secret anymore.”

“I’m afraid that cat is already out of the bag,” a voice from the other side of the room makes both the teenagers jump, heads wiping forward the sound.

“Dad!” Y/N exclaims, eye widening like saucers. “I um…I didn’t know you’d be back so soon.”

“Obviously,” her dad replies, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, “Jughead,” he nods once.

“M-Mr. Y/L/N,” Jughead says, swallowing a bit.

“Dad I-I can explain it’s j-” Y/N stutters, stopping when her father holds up a single hand.

“No need,” he says, “Mr. Jones here has already explained everything.”

“Wait, what?” She shakes her head. “I’m confused.”

“Jughead came to me not to long ago,” her father explains, “told me about himself and about his father, about what he’s gone through. Eventually we got around to the topic of you,” he purses his lips for a moment, Y/N’s heart practically beating out of her chest, “I’ve never heard someone talk about another human with as much adoration and…well, and as much love as he talked about you Y/N. And I decided that this feud between me and his father is just that, between me and his father. It should have no effect on the lives you two wish to live, as long as you’re happy. And along as you treat her right, Jones.”

Jughead nods vigorously, her dad cracks a half smile.

“I’ll see you tonight for dinner Y/N,” he says, turning to leave before pausing, “you can stay too if you’d like, Jughead.”

Without waiting for a reply, her dad leaves, the two of teens sitting in silence for a few moments before Y/N speaks.

“You talked to my dad?” She asks.

“Well I um…I ran into him outside Pops one night and it just…we just got to talking. I think he wanted to talk about my dad but uh…I dunno he brought you up and I couldn’t stop myself. I’m sorry.”

“No, no Jug don’t be sorry,” she shakes her head, “I’m glad you did, honestly. I just…I expected him to freak out, that’s all. He just surprised me,” she pushes her hair behind her ear, “did you really talk about me like that?”

Jughead blushes, ducking his head down as he rubs the back of his neck.

“I only have a few good things in my life Y/N,” he says, “and you’re probably the best, can’t blame me for how I feel.”

“Aw Juggie,” she whispers, placing a hand on his cheek, “I’m so glad I met you.”

Jughead smiles, pulling her in for a kiss.

“You know what this means, right?” He asks quietly, lips hovering above hers. “Now that your dad knows and is seemingly okay with it?”

“Care to enlighten me?” She asks, rubbing her thumb over his jaw line.

“We don’t have to be a secret anymore,” he says, kissing her softly again, “not if you don’t want us to be.”

“What about your dad?” Y/N asks, swallowing, “aren’t you scared that he’ll do something?”

“I don’t care about what my dad thinks,” Jughead replies, shaking his head, “he has no say in what I do, none. I’m living my life my way, and he knows that. We don’t have to be a secret anymore baby,” he smiles, “just say yes.”

“Yes, yes,” she smiles back, “oh my god yes.”

She presses her lips to his, hands cupping his face.

“I love you Juggie,” she whispers, “as much as I hate what my dad does, it lead me to you and for that I am eternally grateful.”

“You’re such a sap,” Jughead smiles, shaking his head, “I love you too.”

“Hold my hand in the hall tomorrow?”

“Nothing would bring me more joy,” Jughead replies, “might even kiss you too.”

“Oh really?” She smirks. “I might enjoy that.”

“Just say yes.”


I’ve been thinking about this for a while now...

{this post is not a happy one y’all. If you don’t feel like listening to me being all in my feels rn, just keep scrolling and ignore this please. Btw idk if that sounded passive aggressive just then, but I’m just putting that out there so anyone who doesn’t need negativity in their lives rn can pass this without it affecting them, bc I know I feel that way sometimes}

At this point in my life, I’m supposed to be going to school, figuring out my life, meeting new people, moving out, growing up, etc.  But I just feel like I’m totally lost on what to do with myself since there’s no one around me that I can really look to as an example or a leader.

My adhd scares me so much and I hate how much it rules over my life.

Instead of getting to move into dorms and have a normal college life, my fear of being constantly overstimulated and getting panic attacks has kept me at home with my family. And don’t get me wrong, I love my family and this was definitely better financially, but I just feel like I’ve missed out on so much because of it.

Right now I’m watching all of my friends move out, meet new people, and pursue degrees and careers they have confidence they can fulfill because they don’t have to worry about the limitations set on them with a disability like adhd. 

To be honest, I’ve known this was coming, and have been bracing myself for it for a while now. I also know that everyone struggles and that my life could be a lot worse. I shouldn’t be divulging in self pity so much, but it’s so hard to stop the problems and limitations caused by adhd from getting to me.

I’m trying to figure out what career I should pursue, but I have no idea what to do since I’m scared of how my adhd/anxiety could inhibit my future. Maybe if I choose a certain career path, I’m going to screw myself over because it’s not going to mix well with my mental conditions. What am I gonna do then? Won’t it be too late? It’s not like I can easily just go back to school and start over.

I always feel so alone. There’s no one I can talk to about this because not only do I want to upset anyone I know with my own unhappiness, but also because they just literally don’t get it. It’s totally not their fault, but there’s no way to make a connection with the people around me on this since they don’t understand what it’s like to have adhd.

I’ve gained like 20 lbs. in the last ~2 years because I stress eat. The difference between my body’s health and condition during the school year vs. during the summer shocks me every time school ends and I improve again. I see how much damage the stress of adhd does to my body since I have to work so hard to prevent my adhd from holding me back in school.

I had to become a part time student at school this semester (which is bad bc I’m a scholarship student and I was never supposed to do that in the first place) because I couldn’t take the work load of school. I was literally getting no sleep and was physically and mentally exhausted. Not to mention the fact that I need to work part time if I want to make enough money to move out. I’m scared for this upcoming semester since I have to go back to being full time and work my part time job at the same time. I don’t know how badly the extra work is going to affect my health.

I don’t want to be sad, scared, lonely, and insecure anymore. I don’t want to live like this anymore. I want to know I have control over my life, but I don’t know how to do that.

Sorry this is a giant wall of text and it’s super all over the place. My mind is just kind of a mess right now and I’m really frustrated and tired.

Thank you SO MUCH to anyone who actually reads this whole thing. I don’t deserve that. I’m open to hearing your advice. Lol if you couldn’t already tell, I’m kind of at wits end here.

Anyway, Happy New Year. Here’s to a better 2019.

anonymous asked:

fic request: liv introducing noah to the girls, officially as her boyfriend, with them being protective of liv (in a nice way of course lol) ☺️🙏🏽

“Five more minutes,” Liv groans, pulling the pillow over her head.

Noah snatches the pillow and chucks it on the floor.

“You said five more minutes ten minutes ago.” 

He grabs her arms and pulls her up from his bed. 

“You’re not trying to avoid this, are you?” 

He gently brushes her hair away from her face.

No,” she replies, avoiding his gaze.

He tilts his head down to look at her. “Hm, I think you’re trying to avoid it. Fuck, does that mean the fearless Liv Reijners is actually scared of something?

Liv gives him the finger but her response only makes Noah laugh as he wraps his arms around her.

“I want to meet your friends, Liv,” he says seriously. “They mean a lot to you, so they mean a lot to me.”

His words make her feel guilty.

Maybe she was scared.

Not of introducing him to her friends, but of what introducing him would mean.

That this was all real.

And if this was real then he could—

“You need to stop thinking so loud,” Noah cuts in, pulling her back. “I’m just meeting your friends, Liv. If it really makes you feel uncomfortable then-”

“No,” Liv says with a sigh. “I want you to meet them.”

She rests her head on his shoulder.

“Because you’re important to me too.”

Liv could practically feel Noah smiling above her.


By the time they arrive at the cafe, the girls are already there.

They’re crammed into a booth in the back corner and Isa excitedly waves when she spots them.

Noah grabs Liv’s hand and practically drags her to the table.

“Hi Noah!” Engel says with a smile. “Hey Liv!”

Liv waves and slides into the booth after Noah.

“Sorry we’re late,” she says, placing her bag beside her. “We overslept.”

“Oh I didn’t oversleep,” Noah cuts in. “That was all Livvie here.”

Janna laughs at the nickname and slams her palms onto the table. “Livvie?! No fucking way. You guys have pet names for each other?”

Liv elbow’s Noah’s side. “He doesn’t call me that! He’s just fucking with you guys.”

“Hm, whatever you say,” Isa says with a smile. “Livvie.”

Liv tries to busy herself with the menu while Janna begins to chat with Noah.

“So is it true that you and Gijs threw a full on orgy in a bathtub?” she asks, genuine curiosity on her face. “Because if that’s true, that’s fucking awesome and you get a point in my book.”

Noah laughs.

“Well sorry to disappoint you,” he tells her. “Gijs tried to have an orgy but um…he ended up getting stuck in the tub and threw up all over himself. But you didn’t hear that from me.”

“Shit,” Janna sighs. “So if he didn’t get stuck, you would’ve had an orgy?”

Noah glances at Liv who doesn’t seem to find the menu so interesting anymore. He grabs her hand under the table and gives it a squeeze.

“No,” he says honestly. “That’s not really my thing.”

“Okay enough talk about orgies,” Liv tells them. 

“I think it’s very sweet that you guys are together,” Engel says. “Liv’s always said she’s too busy for love but I knew she’d find the one soon enough.”

Engel took the news of their relationship a lot better than Liv thought she would, but that didn’t stop her from feeling guilty for going behind her back.

“But if you ever hurt her,” Engel continues. “Janna’s cousin has connections with the German mafia.”

“It might be Swedish,” Janna says, tapping her chin.

“Shit, is that even a thing?” Isa asks. “Swedish mafia? Doesn’t sound scary at all.” 

“Well my cousin knows some sketchy people so don’t go off doing some fucking weird shit to Liv,” Janna says, pointing her fork in Noah’s direction.

Now it’s Liv’s turn to laugh when she sees Noah’s brows furrow in confusion.

“They’re joking,” she tells him. 

“Oh we’re not joking,” Engel says simply.

“If he ever does some weird shit, I don’t think it’s the mafia he should worry about,” Isa adds. “Liv would probably kill him first.” 

Noah rests his elbow on the table and smiles. “True,” he agrees. “But I don’t have any plans on hurting Liv.”

He glances over at her and Liv can’t stop the smile from forming on her face. 

“Is this interrogation over?” Liv asks. “Because I’m getting hungry.” 

Engel straightens in her seat and grabs the menu.

“Oh this place has the best sandwiches, Liv,” she says excitedly. “Super healthy and filling. I like this one, but the cucumber one is good too. Maybe we can get both? I know Isa doesn’t like cucumbers, right Isa?” 

Liv watches her friends study the menu and she takes a moment to glance over at Noah. He’s already looking at her and his eyes are sparkling with amusement.

He was having the time of his life. 

“What?” Liv mouths. 

Noah shrugs.

“Nothing,” he mouths back. 

She rolls her eyes and turns her attention back to her friends. 

They begin to ask Noah what he wants to eat, and their quick acceptance of him was enough to lift all the worries she had earlier that morning. 

Because in this moment, 

crammed in a small booth with the people she cares most about,  

Liv is happy. 

anonymous asked:

Hey Bee, I hope you don't mind me asking a more personal question but how did you handle turning 20? It's been August for just an hour here and later this month, I'm 20 myself. Out of nowhere, the arrival of August has made it feel way more real and my head's being really weird about it. I was wondering if you had any advice on this sort of thing? Sorry for bothering you with my not-quite existential crisis and thanks either way.

Isn’t growing up a fucken trip man?

Isn’t it scary?

Like we’re adults now! For real! No more teenagers! Isn’t that weird? I drive now, I work a real adult jobs, I’m aPPLYING TO GRAD SCHOOL???

Isn’t growing up a fucken trip?

We’re twenty. Or about to be, right? Correct me if you don’t but I know I still feel like a goddamn kid. I’m realizing that’s okay, though. Growing up is scary, but it really does turn out okay.

Like, okay, think back to when you were thirteen.

Do you remember that far? lol middle school?? What were you stressed about when you were thirteen? What made you unhappy? For me it was not having friends and taking all my aggression out on the soccer field and pulling a B in art class. But you know what? That B doesn’t matter now. And I have friends. And I deal with my aggression. And if I lost my friends, I would be sad, but I’d find new ones.

Because things really do turn out okay.

Remember when you were sixteen? And everyone was like OH SWEET SIXTEEN DO SOMETHING FUN. But I was kind of like “actually I’m stressed about AP tests and growing up and having to drive.” I threw up the morning before my first AP test and it took me three years to learn how to drive.

But it turned out okay.

And you remember being eighteen, SHIT, eighteen was SO FUCKING SCARY MAN. Was anybody else so scared at eighteen? I was so upset all the time, I was trying to pick where to go to school, I didn’t feel like an adult, I wanted to be a first grader again. I kept thinking to myself “I want to go home” even when I was in my own bedroom. Didn’t that feel like the end of the world? When was the last time you felt like you had no control over your life and everything goes downhill from here and please, someone just help me? Maybe it’s right now for you. But you know what -

Yeah, you guessed it. It turned out okay.

It’s going to be okay.

Don’t let those words be hollow. If you’re scared right now, things will change. My second favorite Night Vale quote is “While the future is coming fast for you, it always flinches first and settles in as the gentle present.”

(First favorite is of course: “Fear is consciousness plus life. Regret is an attempt to avoid what has already happened. Toast is bread held under direct heat until crisp.”)

It’s going to be okay.

And hey, while I have you - I’ll tag this long post, geez, stop stressing - here’s what I’ve been telling myself every time I felt nervous since I turned twenty. If I make mistakes or get scared or feel insecure, I ask:

“Did I try my best today? And did I show real kindness to the people around me?”

If that much is true, don’t beat yourself up. If that much is true, what have we to fear?

We’re 20. But you know what, growing up is always scary. And the things that are scary now will be memories one day, distant, quiet, dissipating. So I’ll tell my brain to chill the hell out and I’ll keep doing my best with every day that brings me closer to 21.

It’s going to be okay.

I promise :)<3

anonymous asked:

hi arc can i ask a question that seems a bit silly even as i write it? how do you keep being so brave about your fanwork? i used to post a lot of fic when i was younger before all the like holier than thou purity politics stuff happened. but the purity politics stuff sort of... made me scared to interact with fandom? like i want to write and post the fics i have ideas for but i'm SCARED and i don't really know how to?? stop being scared i guess? idk i can't really get my thoughts down now sorry

(scared anon) i just guess i was wondering if you had any advice on like pushing past that fear and just doing fanwork without being scared of how people might react?

Oh, honey.

Christ, lemme think about it….

1. I flat out do not follow any “main” tags. In RT, I never followed #ragehappy. In Borderlands, I never followed #rhack or anything. In HS, I don’t follow any ship tag. So I literally do not see most negativity. This is helpful because people like being dicks in tags and to put their shitty vagueblogging in there, but are often too fucking cowardly to come at you personally.

90% of the time, my awareness that people resent me for having “””impure””” popular fics comes from friends giving me a heads up that someone is talking shit. And when they do, I block that person.

2. Relevant to the above: It took me a long time to understand that people resent my fics being popular, not their actual subject matter. It’s a jealousy thing. I have written some filth that never got really popular, and no one gave a shit. It’s only when I start getting a lot of comments and kudos that suddenly I’m the Great Satan. Keeping in mind that bitches be jealous super helps.

Most recent example: people didn’t start to talk shit about ASAFAF until I started to see fanart based on the story. C’mon.

3. I genuinely believe in the diversity of stories we tell. Like, gushing gold is a great example of a fic I deeply enjoyed writing and sharing, but that I also knew was not for everyone. But it was for some people.

When you are writing a subject matter that you are passionate about, understand that other people are going to be passionate about it too. There are people who need difficult or uncomfortable stories told to affirm they aren’t alone, to help work through rare subject matter, to just enjoy in a world that doesn’t offer them much media.

No story is for everyone, but every story is for someone. Take pride in that.

4. No, really. Block people. Block anyone who makes you uncomfortable, and never look back.

I know it’s apparently a Thing, to block someone, then check in on them? I don’t do this. Once someone is blocked, they no longer exist in my universe.

5. Avoid younger fans. This obviously applies to older fen like me, but broadly speaking, this purity politics culture comes from younger fans attacking older fans, and a lack of understanding that Fandom is a place for a wide group of people with disparate experiences and interests.

Not all young fans are part of that, obviously, but… if someone young enjoys my stuff, I’m glad. I hope they like it. But I avoid deep discussion and interaction and attempts to befriend me, because I am 27 years old and write porn on the internet and shouldn’t be talking to young folks. If anyone doesn’t understand the logic of that, for my protection and for theirs, that is genuinely not my problem and I’m sure they’ll figure it out later.

Boundaries: they are important for adults as much as kids. Enforce them.

6. …

A lot of it is that I’ve been in fandom for over half my life now. I’ve seen a lot of shit. I’ve been through a lot of shit. (Anyone remember that pissant who tried to report me to the government because I told them to stop harassing me after +6 months of bullshit? lol) I’ve had great fandom experiences and I’ve had ones I would love to hit Undo on.

There are amazing people in fandom and there are fucking hilariously awful shitheads in fandom. The majority of people are decent, and they enjoy what I do, and if you start making content and sharing it, you will find people who enjoy what you do. There are people who follow me who shoot me out of the blue supportive Asks on bad days, who read my fic even when they don’t know the source material, who encouraged me to write my book and then bought the damn thing.

The purity police are scary, abusive fuckers. But they are not the majority, and the less you interact with them, the less they can affect you. They want an opponent, they want someone to fight so they can play victim, they want to be the Valiant Warrior Of Purity.

Ignore ‘em. Make them take their boring pedantic morality play elsewhere.

ETA: 7. Don’t fight the purity police and don’t try to convince them or win them over. It literally never works. These are people who are in a bad place and you cannot move them from that place. Only they can, when they grow the fuck up. Don’t do it. You will not win, you will expend energy on people who gobble it up to fuel their shitstirring and vagueblogging, and they will just know they can successfully antagonize you.

Take that annoyance and frustration. Channel it into writing more rad shit. 


I hope this helps at all, anon. Remember, also, that the AO3 is your friend, and you can keep your tumblr and your AO3 a little bit separated. That can help.

pleasantfanandstudent  asked:

"My pet tarantula/snake (etc) escaped and I forgot to warn the guy below me who is terrified of snakes/spiders" This one made me laugh, but would you be able to write this for Thearoy? I can't imagine Oliver being scared but Roy seems believable :D

Thanks for the prompt @pleasantfanandstudent! Sorry it took me so long to get to it. This was fun! I hope this is what you wanted - it’s kind of Thearoy, kind of Olicity. Enjoy! 

Spidey Senses

“Felicity, it’s Thea, I really need your help.” 

“Thea? Thea Queen?”

“Yeah, I know we’re barely acquaintances, but you are my only option. I don’t want my mom and Ollie to know I have a problem at my new apartment because they both were so skeptical I could live on my own. And you are a single girl with her own place, I figured you could help me out.”

“Oh, uh sure. What do you need? I have a list of repairman if it’s a leaky sink or something…”

“My pet got out.” 

“Aw, poor baby. Do you need me to help make Lost posters, or come search?”

“Um, it’s kind of a dangerous pet.” 

“…how dangerous?”

“My tarantula.” 


“Wow, chill a little. Lots of people have them as pets. Only, I must have left the lid unlocked and he got out.” 


“Peter Parker.” 

“You named your spider Peter Parker? That’s actually really funny and geekier than I would have expected from you. I approve, Thea.” 

“Hey, I have layers.”

“Did you search the apartment?” 

“Would I be calling you if I hadn’t? What do I do now?”

“Well now you have a prime opportunity to get to know your neighbors. You’re going to have to go door to door looking for him.” 

“Ugh, they are all going to hate me.” 

“That’s the price you pay for having a dangerous pet.” 

“If I wanted to talk to my mom, i would have called her. So, please no lectures. Oh gosh, I think I found him.” 

“You see him?” 

“No, I just can hear a girl screaming in a panic.” 

“Follow that sound!” 

“On it, but I’m keeping you on the phone in case this girl is a crazy murderer.” 

“If it’s a crazy murderer, there is not much I can do from the phone.”

“Yeah but you can call the police or something. Oh God, it’s not a girl. It’s a shirtless guy, who is screaming like a girl.” 

“He must be really afraid of spiders or something.” 

“He’s really hot. Damn. He should go without a shirt more often.” 

“Thea, he can probably hear you!”

“Na, he’s still screaming too loud. Peter Parker is on his head.” 

“Well get it off and rescue him!” 

“Okay, I did. He stopped screaming but he’s breathing really heavily.” 

“I’m going to get off the phone now. You calm him down, find a way to make it up to him, and then ask him out.” 

“What? Why would you say that?”

“Look, Thea, I know from experience that when you see a hot shirtless guy, you should act right away or you will end up in the friend zone. FOREVER.” 

“Wait, are you talking about my brother?”

“Uh, nope, nothing. Forget I mentioned it altogether. I gotta go…bye.”

Three hours later

TQ: Thanks for all your help today. BTW I’m texting you after getting home from my date with Roy. 

FS: Roy?

TQ: Yeah, the shirtless guy who screams at spiders. 

FS: Wow, so how was the date?

TQ: Really great, and we have one tomorrow as well. 

FS: That’s awesome! And Peter Parker brought you together. 

TQ: Well Peter Parker has to remain in his enclosure at all times from now on as a condition of our date. Roy even helped me secure it better. 

FS: LOL I guess that worked out.

TQ: Now about you and my brother.

FS: We are not having this conversation. 

TQ: He likes you! My head canon is that he made you his secretary so he could be closer to you. 

FS: Executive assistant, and that wasn’t the reason. 

TQ: Okay, so what were the reasons? 

FS: Uh…

TQ: Exactly. Now I’m going to help you two get together. It’s my life’s mission. 

FS: Thea, please do not do that. 

FS: Thea…what are you planning? 

FS: Thea, why aren’t you texting me back. 

FS: Okay, I’m officially scared. Peter Parker has nothing on you. 


A/N: Alright. So, this is my first time writing about alcoholism. I should say right now that I don’t really encourage this, like, at all. Please understand that this is simply fiction and I don’t mean to offend anybody. That being said, I hope you enjoy this fic. It does not have a happy ending because I wasn’t sure how to end this in a happy-go-lucky sort of way. I altered the end because I don’t know much about ASPD but I tried my best.

@detroitbecomebitches requested: I think you write Sherlock v well so I thought id ask for a(2 lol)request(s)??how about a Sherlock x actual sociopath reader (aka antisocial PD, and they do fall in love and stuff but ig u can focus on the part of aspd that makes you not have any regard for others lives *including* yours and people you love and care for?) AND/OR Sherlock x junkie/alcoholic reader (x john, best friend) where John tries to intervene and the reader genuinely scares him when she tells him she will never stop (bcs aspd)

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x alcoholic!(sorta)sociopath!reader x best friend!John Watson

Warnings: Drinking/alcoholism, disregard for well-being of self, concerned Sherlock, 

“Jesus Y/N, how many bottles have you had?” Sherlock questioned sharply. A pile of empty glass bottles laid at the end of the couch. The look of concern on his face did not bother you.

“I lost count. Would you like one?” You held the half-full bottle out toward him. When he began to pick up your mess and offer no response, you shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

It took the detective a few minutes to throw away all your mess. He took a seat beside you. “Y/N, this is becoming a serious problem. You need to stop.”

“What are you, my mum?” You placed the bottle on the table, and it was promptly scooped up by Sherlock out of your reach. “For someone who claims to be a sociopath, you seem to care an awful lot.”

John hobbled into the room, taking note of the distinct alcohol smell in the air. “Y/N? You’re drinking again?” 

You sighed and put your face into your hands. “Can’t you just get off my case? I will never stop drinking, John.”

“You don’t mean that. You don’t-”

“I do! I like drinking. I like alcohol. I just don’t care John. I am quite literally a sociopath. I can’t care.” You saw tears well up in his eyes. This was one of the moments you wished you could actually care about the way someone felt. 

John hesitated a moment before leaving the room. Sherlock’s eyes widened as he peered at you. “J-John is your best friend. You aren’t supposed to talk to your friends like that.”

“I wish I didn’t think like that, you know. I didn’t ask to not feel anything for people or myself. I want to be able to hold people when they’re upset and be empathetic for them. And truthfully, I wish I could stop drinking.” You rubbed the back of your neck.

You felt Sherlock place a hand on your shoulder. “I don’t know about your emotional disconnection. I don’t know if it can ever be helped. But as for the drinking, we could try sending you to some sort of therapy?” You nodded. “Good. See? Making progress. But first, you need to go apologize to John. He has assisted you up to this point, and I’m sure he will continue to. “

You nodded again. “John?” You called out. A few footsteps could be heard and your best friend entered the room. His face was red. “I’m sorry for what I said.” You tried to put as much meaning in the words as you could; though, this wasn’t a lot. 

John knew that you were trying your best. “Don’t be sorry. I know it isn’t something you can really control.”

“I want to try to get better, John. For you. For Sherlock. For all of us.” Smiles broke across both men’s faces. “Starting with this.” You motioned toward the bottle Sherlock was still holding. 

anonymous asked:

More request for friendship hcs incoming! I just love them so much, sorry. This time fooor Futakuchi, Koganegawa and Hanamaki? :) your writting is a blessing!

AN: YES YES THESE THREE ARE YES! & thank you ~ ♡


  1. He’s known for his taunting nature on the court and he makes sure you won’t forget it off the court. He’ll tease you about your crush really loudly in the hallways, brag about a higher score on an exam, and how much better looking he is than you.
  2. He’s probably your most aggressive friend. He’d pull your beanie/hood over your entire face, give you knuckle sandwiches, and squeeze your cheeks together until they burst. It’s his weird form of affection. It’s probably because you two were enemies at first and he’s gotten so used to teasing you and you ended up tolerating it and ended up tolerating each other LOL.
  3. Normal people: “Hey, how are you?” Futakuchi: “What do you want?”
  4. Throws Nyquil in your face when you’re sick while at the same time yelling at you for not being careful. He yells because he cares.
  5. Will go out of the way for you whenever you’re upset. He’ll complain about it at first, but knows that he needs to tone it down. He prefers to see you in person so you can talk it out, no matter what time it is at night. He particularly likes a park in between your neighborhoods. He’s not too good with his words, but at least he tries.
  6. Tries on your clothes whenever he’s over at your place. You hit him for stretching the seams every time. His favorite clothes to try on are your tank tops.
  7. Not many people try to flirt with you because Futakuchi scares them away lol.
  8. Checks out your ass when you’re not looking.
  9. Tsundere about you coming to watch his games. “Why are you here!? If you’re going to come and watch at least sit in the front row and cheer me on!”
  10. Holds in his emotions whenever he;’s upset because he doesn’t want to burden you. If you’re persistent, then he’ll tell you what’s wrong so you’ll stop asking. If you don’t ask right away, he’ll enjoy your company for now and will eventually tell you later.


  1. You’re super chill, super cool, super swag friend. You are often associated as cool because of his reputation. Not that he’s super popular or anything, but he’s literally just, yknow, cool.
  2. Probably your most fashion-savvy friend. He likes to go shopping with you and pick out clothes to wear.
  3. Draws boobs on your notes when you’re not looking.
  4. Tried to hook you up with the third years as a joke one time, but then Oikawa thought it was serious and then Hanamaki almost punched him.
  5. In your university years, he’s at your apartment maybe 4/5 days throughout the weekdays (he likes to go home on weekends). He doesn’t eat your food or anything, he’s kind of like your pet lol.
  6. You two were voted most likely to be attached at the hip in high school because you two are literally always together.
  7. “Oh, you’ve never had a profiteroles? I guess you’re not as cultured as I am….” (he took like, three years of high school-level French)
  8. Definitely not the type to express his feelings in front of you, good/bad/sad. Would much rather text it/write it in a letter, that way he can think about what to type and make sure his words come out the right way. If he ever compliments you or says anything nice about you through text, you often screenshot it and tease him about it later, making him blush.
  9. The type to casually wrap his arm around you. It’s his form of a hug.
  10. Likes taking silly pictures with you. Drags you to every photo booth he sees and makes you pay for it lol.


  1. He’s more like your child or younger sibling instead of a friend. When he’s sick, he’ll call you and whine until you cave in and come over with the things he asked for, like his favorite manga and soup. He’s only like that because he’s always wanted an older sibling to look up to and take care of him, even if you’re the same age.
  2. Likes to give you piggy back rides.
  3. His favorite past time is making home made face masks with you.
  4. Is very open about his feelings and expresses them to you any chance he gets. When he’s upset, you’re the first person he goes to and he talks for hours some times. He’d like some advice afterwards, but you being there to actually listen to him makes him happy.
  5. When you’re the one upset, he kind of panics, especially if you’re sad. He doesn’t really know what to do. Some times he’ll even cry with you because seeing you so sad makes him really upset. He’s a very empathetic friend, so he’ll do whatever it takes to make you smile again.
  6. Steals pieces of katsu off of your katsudon.
  7. Calls you over to yell at Futakuchi when he’s being mean during practices lol.
  8. Physically drags you to watch his games, although you always agree to go either way. He gets really excited that he actually has someone there to watch him specifically.
  9. “Does this nipple hair look a little curly to you?”
  10. For halloween, he makes you the egg to his chicken.