What do you think of JARVIS? Can he get inside your arm? Has he ever done so? Are you ever concerned about him taking over the world?
i like jarvis. hes everything nickel science fiction novels promised back when i was a kid.
jarvis–and anyone else for that matter–cant get inside my arm because my arm has no ability to transmit or receive data, except for an internal data port under the armor plates which has to be accessed with a unique cable. so if you can get at it and you have the necessary equipment you can mess with my arm, but it’s impossible to hack while im out doing stuff.
not that tony or i told anyone that for the first few months. i managed to knock steves glass out of his hands four times, throw things at clint six times, and smack sam upside the head twice before they realized that my arm was not being remotely controlled by ‘the evil Dr Dextrous.’
im not concerned about jarvis taking over the world because probably hed be a lot better at keeping things running smoothly that current management. jarvis has managed to keep tony stark mostly alive without actually having hands for like. several decades now. which probably qualifies him for sainthood, or at least a really nice retirement package. i figure after all that chaos managing a few billion non-geniuses without access to flying tanks is basically a cakewalk.
but since jarvis has more sense than–well. basically any avenger–he knows that taking over the world would be way more stress than its worth.
jarvis is smart like that.
When women are aroused, nothing large and hard pokes out.
Women are widely considered “the fairer sex”, which means if you face-swapped an attractive woman and an attractive man, the woman’s face on the man will almost always look less hideous than the man’s face on the woman.
They have superior flexibility.
On average, they have longer life spans than men.
Women are less likely to suffer from hemophilia, color blindness, and Duchenne muscular dystrophy.
Women don’t get testicular cancer.
No one has to ask, “who’s the mother?”
An attractive young woman always has the fallback option of becoming a “trophy wife”, and can do this without being nearly as ostracized as a man would be.
In most countries, women don’t have to worry about signing up for the draft.
A woman is far less likely to work a dangerous job.
A woman can beat and/or rape a man and still have a good chance of escaping without consequences.
A woman can act “like a man” without the social repercussions a man has of acting “like a girl.”
In most countries, a woman has more freedom to experiment sexually with other women.
A woman has more freedom to cry and express emotions than a man.
A woman has more freedom to dress and accessorize expressively (e.g. dye their hair, wear jewelry, etc.) than a man.
If a woman applies for a position in the STEM fields, she is more likely to get the job than a man applying for the same position.
Society sees mothers as more valuable to their children than fathers.
A woman can get into clubs for free, and can get free drinks (”Ladies Night”)
A woman traditionally does not have to pay the bill on dates.
A woman can more easily get out of being ticketed by police officers than men.
Women and children get to leave sinking ships first.
Women get to choose whether or not they have children, no matter what the father wants.
Women have more shelters for abuse/domestic violence than men. Also, women are almost automatically assumed to be the victims of domestic violence, whilst men are assumed to be the abusers.
Characters: Jon Kent, Damian Wayne Pairing: jondami Summary: He wasn’t expecting a knock on his window. A/N: This is pointless but I don’t care. It’s fluff and I fucking love fluff. Jon’s 19-20, Damian’s 22-23.
When it comes to fighting, to understanding quirks in battle, Bakugou has no rival. He’s smarter in the field, more strategic than even Todoroki. But when it comes to friendships, to relationships, he’s denser than a slab of concrete.
Kirishima doesn’t know how many times he’s straight up confessed to Bakugou. But Bakugou snorts, rolls his eyes, calls him a “fucking idiot” and waves off the confession like it’s some sort of joke. Kirishima doesn’t know how to be more blunt about it.
Kaminari thinks he should just kiss him. But Kirishima doesn’t want to get his face blown off for such a bold move. Even his quirk has limits and Bakugou, of all people, knows those limits well.
He’s starting to give up hope, something he rarely does, when an idea strikes. It’s a stupid idea. He knows it is. Too vague for Bakugou to understand, but he’s starting to think that maybe a weaker approach might come off stronger to someone like Bakugou who doesn’t think of the things the same way everyone else does.
So when he returns from a particularly exhausting villain hunt, Kirishima collapses on the couch next to Bakugou and watches him sip from his steaming mug of coffee until Bakugou glares at him and snaps, “What the fuck do you want, Eiji??”
Kirishima grins. He will never get sick of the familiar nickname. “I think you owe me a drink.”
Bakugou’s eyebrow rises. “The fuck are you–”
“Because the sight of you made me drop mine.” He throws in a wink for good measure.
Bakugou stares at him. His hand clenches around the handle of his mug and, seconds later, it explodes in his grasp.
Kirishima'a hardening quirk spread across his arm, shielding him from the heat of the liquid.
“Was that…” Bakugou’s eyes narrowed. “Did you seriously just use some bullshit pick-up like on me?”
“So you do understand pick-up lines!”
Sparks crackle in Bakugou’s empty hand. “Don’t act like I’m the dumbass, dumbass.”
Kirishima lifts his hand, an offer of peace. “Don’t pick on me!” He protests. “I read pick-up lines for hours on break to find one that sounded good enough!”
Bakugou rolls his eyes and scowls. “You’re a fucking moron.”
“Mm, well… I had to try one last time,” Kirishima replies with a shrug and a defeated smile.
Bakugou pulls himself off the couch and picks up the shattered pieces of his mug. Kirishima realizes, belatedly, that it was one Kaminari had given him when he last went to Disneyland. He liked that mug.
As the pieces clink in the bottom of the trash can, Bakugou returns to the couch. He stares at the coffee table in front of him and Kirishima thinks this is a good time to retreat when he hears Bakugou grumble, “If you wanted a date, you should’ve just fucking asked.”
Kirishima’s eyes widen. “You want to–”
“Let’s get some coffee.” Bakugou stands again, grabbing Kirishima’s hand to yank him off the couch. “Since you made me lose mine, you’re buying.”
Kirishima grins, wide and excited. Who would’ve thought Bakugou Katsuki could be swayed with a cheesy pick-up line?
Summary: Seeing his parents’ ring around Kaneki’s neck, Ayato gets a little worked up. Also an Ayahina conversation about their parents. (3.2k words)
A/N: Marriage/ Couple rings come in sets of two there is a 100% chance that Touka’s ring isn’t the only Kirishima fam ring around. And since the Kirishima bun buns also come in a set of two, there is a possibility, however slight, that the other ring was given to the smol little black bun. This fic is specially dedicated to the lovely @breakfast-at-anteiku who’s like my favorite ever person to talk to about Ayahina and based on these headcanons we came up with a few days ago :D. THANKS FOR EVERYTHING CEY I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡ Please do reblog if you enjoyed this fic!
It might be gone for good this time.
Finally. Good riddance once and for all.
He pauses at the thought. Right as it surfaces, he knows it’s crap. He knows he’s full of bullshit just like any other time. Just like back when he first buried it wishing it’d disappear for good, only to come rushing back a few days later to dig it up and stare at it, he’s never going to be able to let go of it.
Fuck. Fuck this… I… He curses his stupidity and attachment as he scrambles to dig more soil up. When he finally feels the tip of his fingers brush a cool smooth surface, he’s already a mess. His clothes are dirtied wit scattered soil. His face is stained brown. His fingertips are itching and his nails are clogged with dirt that had nicely settled within. The ring is in no better a condition. At first glance, anyone might think it’s a copper ring instead of a silver one. It takes Ayato a lot of brushing and a lot more rubbing with the cleaner edge of his t-shirt for him to clear off enough dirt to faintly reveal the English carvings.
He stares at it with burning eyes and an itchy throat. It’s undeniable that the ring around Kaneki’s neck and the one lying in his palm came as a set.
Ayato wonders just how Touka is able to pass it on to someone else permanently, when he can’t even keep it buried in a pot without worrying he’ll lose it. How can she, who always turn to it for strength, easily let go of something like that? He wonders what it means for her now— and what the person she gave it to means to her as well.
He has to wonder, if his sister has moved on from their family, ready to find another one. And if so, what is he supposed to do now? He’s always been alone, but never like this.
A/N: Haven’t written a Harry Potter imagine yet, and I adore the Marauders!
I grimaced as the marauders began to confidently saunter towards my group and I whom were at the far corner of the court yard. Sirius leant on the cobblestone wall to my left, and James simply stood with a hand on his hip and a snarky expression. Peter Pettigrew, the actual fucking rat winked at me, and I swear I almost vomited. Remus stood towards the back of the group, staring down at his books shyly. "Moony, you coward, do what we came here to do,“ James huffed, a smirk forming onto his lips as Sirius stepped towards the boy and shoved him into me. The next thing I knew I’d hit the ground with a thud, and Remus landed on top of me, books sprawled across the leaf-littered grass. The lanky, awkward boy looked at me for a moment, before scrambling off of me, shooting his hand out towards me. I accepted his offer, and he pulled me off of my back.
many thanks @summerpipedream for the commission! happy valentine’s day!!!
The sprawling opulence of the university grounds
barely affected Sakura as she rushed across the campus, expression harried. She
was late! Sakura spared the breath
for a curse as she checked her watch again. She couldn’t believe that she was going to be late. This was her first class
since the transfer; what sort of impression would she be making with this?
How was she to predict a massive fight between
Sasuke and Naruto right before she had to leave?
(Then again, in hindsight, she should have planned
for it. They were always fighting.)
Sakura ran up the stairs, nearly tripping over
herself against the slippery material of the stairs. Was that marble?
Sakura shook her head, knowing she didn’t have time
to think about it. She had to get to class!
“Sakura! There you are!” Ino called, grabbing
Sakura’s arm and halting her frenzied progress.
“Ino?” Sakura said, looking her friend over
incredulously. “What are you doing here? We’re supposed to be in class!”
Ino laughed, pulling out her phone and showing
Sakura an email. “Professor cancelled class. Something about washing his dogs?”
“What kind of professor cancels class on the first
day?” Sakura asked, grabbing the phone out of Ino’s hands.
Ino shrugged, unconcerned. “I guess Professor
Hatake does. Anyway, there’s something even better! I thought it was a joke
when I first came here, but no, it’s real. We have to go see it.”
“What are you talking about?” Sakura asked, even as
Ino pulled her along down the corridor.
Ino shook her head. “Honestly I’m not even sure how
to begin explaining it. It’s probably best if I just show you.”
Sakura quickened her pace despite herself,
curiosity getting the better of her. What exactly had Ino heard about on her
visit? Why hadn’t Sakura heard about it?
The sounds of giggles reached Sakura’s ears and the
scent of…was that perfume? Perfume permeated the air, almost cloyingly sweet.
Sakura’s eyes began to water and she valiantly fought against sneezing.
“This is it,” Ino said, staring up at large white
doors, gilded in gold.
“Seems a bit…much,” Sakura said.
Ino laughed, patting Sakura’s shoulder. “You don’t
know the half of it.”
Ino pushed the door open and Sakura blinked at the
sight that greeted her. Flowers abounded, probably the source of the perfume, and
the room was filled with women. They flocked around the few men in the room and
Sakura had to squint against their blinding smiles.
“Is this a seraglio?” Sakura asked, looking around
wildly. The decorations, even by the standards of the prestigious university,
were excessive and lavish. “Seriously, do these women even want to be here?”
“Why don’t you ask them for yourself?” someone said
from behind Sakura.
Sakura jumped, turning to look at the speaker. He
was tall and dark haired, elegantly aloof. Sakura peered up at him closely,
before nodding decisively. He wasn’t a Uchiha.
Thank God for that. (She really couldn’t handle
another overbearing, clingy Uchiha.)
He seemed a bit nonplussed by her nonreaction to
him. “Ootori Kyoya, manager of this establishment.” He made a small, somehow
patronizing bow in her direction.
“So you’re in charge of this seraglio?” Sakura
“I believe the correct terminology is ‘reverse
harem,’” he replied, gesturing to the six or so men in the room. “Which type is
to your taste today?”
“What,” Sakura said, staring around in horror. It
wasn’t a question. She could hear Ino cackling behind her.
“Mother!” a blond man called, latching onto Kyoya.
“Mother who are these lovely women?” He took Ino’s hand, pressing a kiss to it.
“Surely, they cannot be mere mortals, gracing us with their godly presence.”
“Mother?” Sakura asked, glancing askance to Kyoya
and desperately attempting to ignore the theatrics.
Unfortunately, she drew the attention of the blond.
Her hand was grasped gently between two of his own, as the man stared down at
“I am Tamaki Suoh,” the blond said. “And who might
you be, lovely?”
“Unimpressed,” Sakura replied.
Ino laughed as the man entered a flamboyantly
depressed state. “Really, you’re going to have to up your game with Sakura.
She’s been fielding this sort of behavior since high school.”
“High school you say?” Kyoya said, glancing at Ino
with renewed interest. “Do go on.”
Sakura didn’t have a chance to prevent that
embarrassing conversation from happening as arms suddenly latched onto her
neck. Sakura was unable to stifle her automatic response, shifting her weight
through her hips, gripping the assailant’s arm, and flipping her assailant over
her head. She pinned him down, surprised to find herself staring into large doe
Sakura did not notice the way the room fell silent
as all eyes turned to the spectacle she’d just made. She did, however, notice
the heavy hand that came down on her shoulder.
She glanced up…and up and up into the stony face of
another club member.
“It’s fine, Mori!” the boy…man beneath Sakura said,
voice full of charm and cheer. He met Sakura’s eyes with a large smile. “I’m
sorry for alarming you. You have wonderful form though.” His eyes were suddenly
wise and assessing. “Jiu-jitsu, right? Makes perfect sense with your size.”
Sakura huffed a nervous laugh, offering him her
hand. “So sorry about that. Really, I don’t know what came over me.”
“This place is a little overwhelming,” the tall man,
Sakura smiled up at him, grateful for the support.
“I’m Honey,” the short man said, all cutesy smiles.
“Will you be my friend?”
Sakura flinched as a chorus of ‘aws’ filled the
room. She looked around, surprised to find all eyes on them. “Uh…sure,” Sakura
said, taking his hand and shaking it firmly. “Maybe we can spar sometime?” She
missed his and Mori’s surprised looks. “I saw the way you took that hard fall;
you were completely fine. What style do you study?”
“We dabble in different fields,” Honey said. “My
family is…rather known for martial arts.”
Sakura began to ask for him to clarify that rather
cryptic statement when a voice drawled, “Yes, yes, the Haninozuka family is
quite interesting but back to a more important topic…”
“Us,” a similar voice finished.
Sakura turned, taking in the duo standing before
her. They were twins, with red hair and gold eyes. They wore matching smirks as
they looked her over, seeming to find her wanting.
“Let’s play the ‘Which one is Hikaru?’ game!” one
of them exclaimed.
“C’mon pinky, tell me, which of us is Hikaru?” the
other said, leaning in close.
Sakura shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. Who are you
“Ah, brother! How could she say such a cruel
thing?” the first speaker said, turning into his twin’s embrace.
“Don’t worry brother,” he replied, caressing his
twin’s cheek. “I know who you are.”
Again, the room was filled with wistful sighs as
people looked on.
“What is this place?” Sakura muttered, beyond
befuddled and questioning the sanity of everyone around her.
“It’s a host club,” came the calm reply to Sakura’s
Sakura glanced to the side, surprised to see a
brunette girl standing there. She wore the same uniform as the men so Sakura
assumed that she worked here. The stranger wasn’t nearly as flashy as any of
the others. In fact, she seemed…normal.
“Host club?” Sakura said, belatedly realizing that
the woman was watching her expectantly.
“Yes, we entertain guests here with some…sometimes
over the top flair. It comes from a place of love.” The woman smiled, offering
Sakura her hand. “I’m Haruhi Fujioka, the ‘natural’ type.”
“What?” Sakura asked. “What’s a natural?”
Haruhi laughed, face flushing. “God, I suppose I’m
starting to talk like them now. Everyone in the host club has a type assigned
to them that they play into for the entertainment of our patrons.” She stopped,
looking at Sakura’s expression. “I must sound like an idiot.”
“No,” Sakura said, waving her hands to dissuade
Haruhi. “Not at all. While this is all a bit…overwhelming, your explanation
makes it seem nice. You’re trying to spread joy to others.”
“Exactly,” Haruhi said, smiling slightly. It was a
nice, easy smile and Sakura suddenly understood why she was called the
“natural.” “Anyway, I could tell you were getting a bit uncomfortable. Would
you like me to show you the exit? I can keep the others from interfering.” She
looked around, smiling wryly. “They seem a bit preoccupied at the moment.
“Yes, please!” Sakura said, surveying the room. “My
friend came here with me…”
Yet Ino was nowhere in sight.
“The blonde?” Haruhi asked. “She left about fifteen
minutes ago after a conversation with Kyoya. She seemed rather satisfied. She
“That sounds like Ino,” Sakura sighed, shaking her
Haruhi pulled aside a thick velvet curtain,
revealing a smaller, less ostentatious door. “Here’s the exit.”
Sakura smiled up at Haruhi, relieved. “Thank you
for all your help.”
“N-no problem,” Haruhi replied.
She watched as Sakura snuck out the door, hand
pressed to her suddenly thumping heart.
“Interesting woman, isn’t she?”
Haruhi didn’t even jump, turning to look at Kyoya.
“What are you planning?” she asked.
“The Yamanaka woman was quite helpful in shedding
light on Haruno Sakura. Apparently, she has quite a following.”
“Kyoya,” Haruhi began, dread pooling in her
“Tamaki!” Kyoya called. “We’re getting a new
recruit!” He looked down at Haruhi, smiling. “We need to expand our demographic
Joe had opted out of going out that night, even at the boys instance, but he shook them off, telling them he really needed a night off and plus he had to get some work done.
Jack had whined the loudest, claiming that he wanted his boyfriend to come out with him, that it wouldn’t be as fun, but Joe had rolled his eyes and told him that he was sure Jack would still have plenty of fun with the others, and they could spend all of the next day together.
With the promise of cuddles, Jack finally dropped it, leaving to go out with the other boys, and Joe sighed a breath of relief, knowing that he could get ahead on some of his work.
Now though, it was nearing three in the morning, and Joe was still awake waiting for Jack to come back home.
He had just finished his work a short while ago, and figured that the younger man would be making an appearance fairly quick. Yet time kept going, and there was no word from Jack, or any of the boys really. None of them had posted on Snapchat in the past couple hours, and the few messages Joe had sent to their group chat remained unread.
Waving it off as the boys simply having a good time, he decided to throw a movie on to kill some time until he either fell asleep on the couch or Jack stumbled through the door.
What he didn’t expect was a phone call from an unknown number at half three in the morning.
For some reason, Joe decided to answer it with a hesitant: “Hello?”
“Don’t freak out.” Jack’s rushed words hit him, “But I need your help.”
“What happened? Where are you? Is everyone okay?” The worry flooded Joe’s body as he jumped off of the couch, already searching for his shoes and keys.
“Everyone’s fine. But I may be in a little bit of trouble…”
“Jack, explain. Now!”
“I’m at the police station.” Joe froze, shoe in hand, staring in shock over at the wall.
“I’m sorry, babe. It’s a minor thing, but I need someone to come get me because I was drinking. And the boys can’t do it because they were drinking too. And now the nice officer is giving me a look, so I think I’m out of time, but can you please come get me?” Jack finished, sounding hopeful.
“You bloody idiot,” Joe muttered, putting his shoe on, “Which one are you at?”
Once the location was determined, Joe hung up and called for a car, sending a quick and stern message to the boys in their group chat before heading outside for his car.
The ride from his place to the station is long, and Joe’s worry only churns in his stomach as his knee bounced, fingers tapping against it.
What in the world did Jack do?! Why did he have to be so bloody stupid!
“Thanks,” Joe told the drive before slipping out of the car, glancing up at the looming building. Taking in a breath, he headed for the entrance, pulling the heavy door open.
The place is fairly empty, but then he reminded himself that it is about four in the morning on a Saturday night, and he smiled over at the cop watching him from reception.
“Hi, my boyfriend got brought in…Jack Maynard?”
“Just take a seat, dear,” The older woman replied, “We’ll be with you in a moment.”
Nodding, he glanced across the room behind her before taking a seat, his nerves causing his knee to bounce once again.
Nearly ten minutes pass before he’s called up, and the charges are explained, to which Joe inwardly groans because his boyfriend is a right idiot, and then once everything is settled, he’s told that Jack will be released in a few minutes if he’ll just take a seat again.
Except this time he can’t sit, and so he began to pace, chewing on the top of his thumb as he waited.
At the sound of a door buzzing open, Joe spun around, staring at the doorway Jack appeared from, grinning sheepishly over at him.
“You bloody idiot.” Joe shook his head, “Let’s go.” He turned and headed for the doors that lead to outside, knowing that Jack will be on his heels.
“Joe, please, I’m sorry!”
“You’re sorry?!” Joe faced Jack once they were on the sidewalk, “You scared the shit out of me!”
“What were you thinking anyways?! Getting naked in public!”
“I was drunk. And stupid. And dared.”
“Don’t you eventry to blame the boys for this,” Joe poked Jack in the chest, glaring at him, “This is on you. On your record too, you idiot.”
“It’ll get waved,” Jack grabbed Joe’s hand lightly, twisting their fingers together, “Just like the last arrest.”
“I just…what were you thinking!”
“I wasn’t, and I’m sorry.” Jack wrapped his free arm around Joe, pulling him closer, “But thank you for coming to bail me out.”
“I should have left you there.” Joe muttered, the anger already fading.
“You didn’t though.” Jack grinned down at him, leaning in for a kiss, but Joe turned his head quickly. “Wha-?”
“No. No kisses. No sex. No cuddles tomorrow. We’re going home and I’m going to sleep.” Joe stepped back and out of Jack’s arm, heading for the car that just pulled up. “Get in.”
“You’re cruel.” Jack muttered, climbing into the car.
“And you’re an idiot who got arrested. Deal with it.” Joe replied, climbing in behind him.
Yes! This was requested by my other beautiful best friend, @lordede.
"Babe why are you up?“ The soft voice of JJ startled Y/N to the point of her almost falling out of her chair.
"Jesus Christ” y/n huffed, steadying herself and turning to face the man leaning against the door frame. JJ had his arms crossed over his chest, a frown playing on his lips, the bottom lip wobbling slightly.
"Babe… you look dead" JJ muttered, the concern never leaving his eyes. However, Y/N rolled her y/e/c orbs, turning her gaze back to the computer in irritation.
"Oh yeah JJ, because that’s totally what a girl wants to hear right now"
"Oh my god" JJ muttered to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “baby please come to bed, it’s 4 am and you haven’t slept in over twenty four hours"
"No JJ! I have my exams in two days and I am no where near prepared!” Y/N exclaimed, tapping her pencil against the textbook laying on the desk covered in thrown papers with endless notes on them.
Y/N was in Uni, studying to become a phycologist, but she had exams coming up, and was stressing over not being prepared, even if that was a total lie. Y/n was intelligent, always finding school life easy as everything came to her so quickly, having the knack for learning really came in handy for someone like her.
That’s what JJ loved about her, she was so determined and smart, that he was even surprised why she would go for someone like him, but y/n always senses his insecurities and assures him quickly that JJ was the only one for her.
However, tonight, JJ hated her relentless determination, because in the end, she’d end up hurting herself over something she didn’t even need to do.
"Nope, come on" JJ grunted, picking the sitting girl up and throwing her over his shoulder, making her drop her pencil.
"No no no! JJ please!“ Y/n whined, clawing at his back and kicking at his stomach, but JJ didn’t budge, marching both of them to her flat bedroom, throwing her on the bed and pinning her down.
"Ok Y/N, listen to me” JJ lowly muttered, his dark eyes boring into hers, the intensity made a shudder trail down her spine.
"Ok" she squeaked, suddenly feelings vulnerable and weak, the bed underneath her welcoming her into its welcoming embrace.
"You are going to be fine, you will pass your exams with flying colors because you are Y/N Y/L/N, and you are undeniably intelligent. But I’m not going to let you kill yourself over this either. You haven’t slept in over twenty four hours, you’ve had three snack bars to eat, and you’ve had very little human interaction. You’re killing yourself and it’s killing me too in the process" JJ softly ranted, his hands moving to her face. The intensity in his eyes never faltered, but he was incredibly soft and gentle with her because he just couldn’t ever let himself get angry around this girl.
"I know… I’m just so worried you know? My whole life I’ve been told that i have to make the most out of everything, am to study hard and make a living.“ Her voice cracked, making JJ’s insides shrivel up, the frown playing on his lips deepening.
"Don’t ever have to worry about not being good enough and not achieving enough at life. As long as you’re happy, nothing else matters. Y/N I don’t care if I’m poor, living on the side of the road, all I want is to be with you, and seeing you like this is hurting me” JJ whispered, his voice cracking in between words and sentences, his bottom lip wobbling. However, before JJ could fully break down, Y/Ns lips were on JJ’s, and everything seemed alright in the world.
"Come on, lets go to bed" Y/N whispered after pulling away from his soft lips, pulling herself under the covers childishly, a giggle escaping her lips. As soon as JJ wrapped his arms around her shoulders and brought the girl into his chest, she was gone from the world, cute snores leaving her mouth.
"JJ! JJ!“ Y/N yelled throughout the sidemen house, the happiest smile on her face as she waved a paper around in her hand. Simon bursts through the door and down the stairs to see all the commotion.
"Who died?!” Simon exclaimed, looking around frantically. Y/N rolled her eyes at her idiotic friend, before waving a paper in his face.
"No one died you idiot! Look! I passed my exams! I can graduate!“ Y/N cried out, happy and relived all in one.
"Really?” She heard from the top of the stairs, snapping her head up to see JJ standing their with wide eyes, a smile to match.
"Oh my god! That’s so good baby!” JJ screamed, racing down the stairs and wrapping his arms around the jumping girl. The pair fell to the ground, as they squeezed each other softly, JJ nuzzling his head into her hair.
"I told you everything will be alright"
A/N I hope you liked this Rox! Please send in requests if you have any and i’d love some feedback!