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Handyman

Handyman (m)

Word count: 9.4k

Genre/Warnings: smut, angst, sub!Jimin, dirty talk

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Summary: Jimin is your landlord’s son. After one stressful day he comes to fix your shower for you. You find yourself constantly thinking about him. Could he be the perfect submissive? (here’s some lovely Jimin moans for the occasion: credit to owner)

I’ve been working on this for forever so i’m excited about it! :)

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DÉPAYSEMENT | 04

| Fluff | Comedy | Smut | Slight Angst | Nerd!Hoseok | Braces!Hoseok

word count: 10k

❝ An engineering prodigy and your resident college loser, Jung Hoseok coerces you into teaching him the ways of the dating world. 

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Li’l Lou

Pairings- Loki Laufeyson x Reader, starring dense!reader.

Requested by anon and based on this imagine of mine.

Warnings- this is probably not as romantic as you expect. I had no idea what to write, so I came up with something which I hope is kinda funny?

Originally posted by amarnaphile

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anonymous asked:

writing prompt (if u want) : andrew and neil met before while neil was someone else and broke andrew's heart by leaving/vanishing/faking death/idfk and then neil just shows up like no ?? u are like chris or some name and u r dead what is going on and how dare u

so we’re going to pretend im not the shittiest person ever and didn’t take like a week to write this 2000 word thing but anyways hope u like it :)

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The shock of the exy racquet crashing into Neil’s stomach was secondary to the shock that came from seeing Andrew Spear again.  While his lungs screamed for air, his brain screamed for an escape.  To run.  And never stop running again.

The edges of his vision turned as black as the shirt Andrew wore the first time they’d met those few years ago.  It had been a startlingly warm day, aided by the fact that Nathaniel and his mother had just migrated south again from Montreal.  California was everything and nothing that Nathaniel, no, Chris, had expected.  It was hot, and there was the smell of salt in the air from the Pacific Ocean – that Chris had known would be there.  He hadn’t counted on people being so open.  Maybe that’s why he was so drawn to Andrew, a spot of darkness against the ever sunny sky.  Andrew had never been an easy read.

The first time Andrew spoke to him, it was because he had gotten into a fight with a teacher.  Neil had left the classroom at the end of the day with his head down, hugging his books close to his body.  He didn’t know how long he’d stay here, but the fact that his mother had let him attend school was a good sign that they’d be in California for a while.  Still it wasn’t a good idea to make friends or have ties here.  Nobody should remember his face.

“You know,” Neil had heard him say as he passed a tree on the edge of the school’s property, “For someone who’s trying to keep a low profile you sure do love to get in a fight.”

He turned and came face to face with the blonde.  Andrew hadn’t mastered the look of complete apathy yet and his eyes revealed the tiny spark of interest Neil had put there.

“For someone who’s barely four feet tall you sure do love antagonizing people,” Neil responded.

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I never really did like the way my glasses looked on me. But you told me I looked really good in them. From then on, I always reached for my glasses, thinking they made me look better.

When I put on lipstick, I remember the way you said “that looks good on you” so I would spend time trying on different shades of red, wondering what you would think of them.

The way your eyes lit up when I put on the black dress, and when you told me I looked so great it in, made me think I looked my best in that dress. I would put it on and stare at myself in the mirror, thinking of when your hands were wrapped around my waist and your eyes were staring into mine.

Every time I put on that one shirt, I remember how it was your favorite. You loved the way I looked in that shirt. I wore it a lot, for you. I still wear it a lot, hoping you’ll notice me in it.

You always made fun of me because my socks never matched. Now when I put on a matching pair, I want to show you. I know that sounds weird, but it seems like a thing between us.

You’re everywhere. Everyday. How can you forget about someone when they’re everything you see? How can you lose feelings for the person whose name is the definition of every feeling you’ve ever felt?
Tell me, please someone tell me, how to stop this pain. Tell me how to stop thinking of you. Tell me how to stop making my life about you.

—  {via cheerupsavvy}
compassion. | 2

Originally posted by jeonsshi

1 | 3

not requested.

“Your ass looks great.” “Will you fuck off for a second?”

“You’ve really fucked me over this time.”

“Please let me in.”

genre: fuckboi!jungkook, roommate!jungkook, smut in next part

“Wait…”, Jungkook said as you were by the door. “Do you still talk to Isla?” “No, not after what happened.”

Isla and you had stopped speaking because she went ahead and fell for Jungkook, she gave into his ways. Now, you also did like him romantically at one point but would never let yourself drop so low; why else would you have fucked other guys and not him? To forget about your little crush. Isla had found out that you liked Jungkook and she wanted him to herself.

“I’ll expose you if you touch Jungkook. So you better stay away from him.”, she threatened in P.E when you were on opposite teams. “He’s all yours, have him.”, you told her as you passed the basketball to Jungkook. “I said stay away from him! Not pass the ball to him!” “Dude, it’s part of the game! Passing a ball does not mean I’m flirting!”, you told her as you tried to reason with her but she shoved you so hard that your right ankle was sprained. “I am so sorry, oh my God.” “Just don’t touch me or talk to me ever again, that would be better for both of us.”, you told her as you were picked up by a pair of strong arms. “Someone got into the game.”, Jungkook chuckled as he carried your bridal style to the nurse, this earned many dirty looks from other girls. “Why are you doing this?”, you asked him. “I have my reasons, besides you got injured, this is the least I could do as team captain.” “We’re not even a real team.”, you muttered.

All throughout work you couldn’t stop thinking about the moment Jungkook picked you up in front of everyone and actually seemed to care about you, just like today. No, no, no, you couldn’t be falling for that idiot again; you were determined to stop yourself. To snap you out of your trance your boss, aka your older sister, told you to fix up the aesthetics of the store. “Hey, lil sis, will you make it more like appealing? You do have good sense of aesthetics after all.” Even while you were working you couldn’t stop daydreaming about what life would be like as Jungkook’s girlfriend; then you realised he was a fuckboy and had probably never had a girlfriend in his life, just one time flings.

“Baby sis, stop daydreaming or I’ll remove the tattoo of us.”, your older sister joked as she checked up on you. “You know you wouldn’t.”, you replied as you fixed up one of the new bright lights that read ‘love me’. “You’re right but get to work, you’ve got two hours to go!”, she told you and you got right back to it. After you finished you took a rest at the till and took orders from customers who were here for coffee and aesthetics. “Yo, what’s wrong?”, your older sister asked you. “Hung up on a guy?” “You know me all too well, I haven’t even been romantically involved with him and I can’t stop thinking about him.”, you muttered. “Lemme guess, your roommate and old friend, Jungkook?” “How did you know?” “Dude, you muttered his name, saying you’ll kill him while you were working.” “I did?”, you asked her, the shock really hitting you. “Yep, but don’t worry about it, no one heard you except me and maybe a few customers. But that’s besides the point, why are you thinking about him so much?”

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Late Night Snacks and Underwear - 2

Fandom: Marvel’s Avengers

Summary:  Y/N and Peter run into each other late one night. After, she is beyond confused about how she sees Peter. And Peter? Well he was already in love with her, but it takes advice, teasing, and another surprise encounter for them to face their feelings.

Words: 900+

Pairing/Characters: PeterParkerxStark!Reader

Warning: Mentions of partial nudity. Maybe a curse?

Author’s Note: Well, Part 1 seemed to have received a good response (I was hoping you guys would like it because I love writing awkward lil’Peter). This one’s a little short, but here ya go.

Part 1

Originally posted by sexy-stan

He knew there was no way he’d be able to get to sleep after seeing you like that… But as soon as he asked you if you needed help, he regretted it. You probably thought it was weird, that he was weird for asking you that at one in the morning after you’d run into each other so awkwardly. You were just so pretty and sweet, he couldn’t help himself. In truth he was surprised he’d been able to be ‘cool’ around you up until then. He thought his awkwardness would surely scare you off. And yet, months later, he had grown so close with you, falling further and further for you.

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A Way to You Again: Part 2

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Mild Violence, Language

Word Count: 1570

Part One

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: 500 follower celebration! Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for requesting it! I hope you enjoy it. Sorry it’s coming out in multiple parts – I seriously can’t write anything short! 

Tags are at the bottom. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged/removed.

Originally posted by spiderliliez

Originally posted by natpekis

Originally posted by themarvelnerd

I woke up the following morning and stretched lazily. When my fingers didn’t find Bucky’s body beside mine I peaked through my lashes – a sudden surge of disappointment running through my body. I spied a note on the nightstand and stretched my arm out to grab it. It was written in Bucky’s hand – and hastily. “Y/N – Have a mission with Steve and Sam. Will take a few days at least. Didn’t want to wake you – B” I laid back down with a huff. I wished he had woken me up, but it didn’t matter now.

I rolled out of bed and headed to the shower where I quickly rinsed off. As I pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt I wondered to myself if Nat would be up for a workout this early in the morning. I decided that it was worth a shot and made my way out of my room and down the hallway as I pulled my wet hair into a messy bun. Once I reached Nat’s door I knocked and waited for an answer. When she opened the door she seemed surprised – I was obviously not the person she was expecting which seemed odd since we were close friends. “I was wondering if you wanted to go to the gym with me?” I asked casually. For some reason her reaction was really rubbing me the wrong way.

“Um… yeah… sure. Let me just grab my things really quick,” she had a hard time faking her enthusiasm as she answered but quickly grabbed her things and followed me down the hallway to the elevator. I sighed to myself internally – I was already regretting asking her to come with me. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what was wrong with our interactions, but they made me feel uneasy.

We entered the gym and headed towards the mat. Nat and I were about neck-in-neck on our hand-to-hand combat and only ever trained with each other because of it. As we started sparring she broke from me and danced around the mat. “So you and Barnes?” She tried to ask it casually, but I could immediately tell it was forced.

I sighed heavily. “Listen Nat, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it. We agreed to not tell anyone – Steve didn’t even know. We wanted to test it out, before… well you know…” I shrugged awkwardly. This was definitely not what I had in mind when I had asked her to come with me.

We lapsed into silence as we continued our sparring. I noticed that Nat wasn’t pulling her punches like usual. “How long have you?” She asked – cocking an eyebrow is question.

“How long have we what? Been whatever we are or been sleeping with each other?” I asked as I placed my hands on my hips. I was getting more than annoyed with her sudden interrogation with each passing second. “We’ve been spending time together for the last five months. We slept together for the first time last night,” I answered bluntly.

“Interesting,” she responded before jumping out of the way of one of my kicks and returning a roundhouse kick that connected squarely with my stomach – knocking the air from my lungs.

“What the fuck, Nat?” I asked angrily as I remained bent over – trying to catch my breath.

“I guess I’m just surprised is all – seeing as we were supposed to be friends,” she added angrily as she placed her hands on her hips and glared at me.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!” I shouted. I had finally caught my breath and I was angry as hell at the way she was acting.

“You know… I mean I never told you that Bucky and I had a thing, but I assumed when he told you that you wouldn’t have pursued it any further without talking to me. I guess I thought too much of you.” I was completely caught off guard. I had never known about them. Nat must have read my reaction pretty clearly. “Ah,” she smirked. “It’s because he didn’t tell you. Let me guess – you both agreed you weren’t going to tell anyone because you didn’t want to mess up the group dynamic so you kept it a secret, and he never really indicated when you would actually tell any of us? He’d wait until we were all asleep before sneaking into your room, and he’d leave before any of us woke up? Sound familiar?” she asked angrily. I had never seen this side of her before – she was being cruel and she was enjoying it. When I didn’t answer she smirked to herself again. “I wondered why he had stopped visiting me late at night…. Now that I think about it… it stopped about five months ago. He would never explain himself when I asked… I guess it makes perfect sense now. I’m sure he regretted not being able to have sex for five months though.”

She had finally gone too far. Her initial comments had thrown me off balance, but now her hostility and cruelty had caused something to snap inside of me. I had always been the calm, and silent one – never to raise her voice in a time of stress. I think that is what caused her look of surprise when my fist connected squarely with her nose causing a sickening crack which signaled the gushing of blood from it.

“Fuck you,” I mumbled as I turned on my heel and stormed to the elevator.

I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but I knew for certain that I needed to get the fuck out of the tower…. And it needed to happen as soon as possible.


I wiped the tears from my face as I hastily packed my bags. Why hadn’t he told me? Probably because he knew I would wonder if the same thing that happened to Nat would happen to me. Or was he still seeing her when he started pursuing me? My heart sank at the thought. I had been so happy last night – so relieved that the truth was finally in the open and we didn’t have to hide it. In reality, Bucky and I had never said that we were in a relationship… It had just been implied to me. “You fucking idiot,” I muttered to myself. Why had I thought that this would work? I was just the shiny new girl on the team – eventually he would get bored with me and find someone new or go back to Nat – I couldn’t compete with her in a million years. I felt sick to my stomach. I had realized I was falling in love with Bucky months ago, but I didn’t really admit it to myself openly until last night when I thought it had been safe to do so. I grabbed my bags angrily from my bed, and left my room – slamming the door behind me.

As the elevator opened to the parking garage I knew exactly where I was going. My parents had had a small cottage on the edge of a tiny coastal town in Maine. They had left it to me when they had died. For years before I had joined the Avengers I had found solace in my visits there. It would put distance between Bucky, and I – giving me time to think. No one in the group really knew about it so I wouldn’t have to worry about someone from the team knocking at my door. As I pulled out of the parking garage and onto the busy New York streets I was desperate to get as many miles as I could between me and the people I thought were my new family.


My phone buzzed in the passenger seat as I drove out of New York City. I picked it up hastily to see “STARK” illuminating the screen. My immediate impulse was to ignore it – I really didn’t want to talk to anyone, but I knew if I didn’t answer Tony would be persistent in tracking me down and showing up unannounced and unwelcome. It was the Stark way. I slid my finger across the screen and held the phone to my ear.

“What Stark?” I tried to ask it casually, but it came out too forced. It was obvious that I was upset. I had never been great at hiding my emotions when I actually managed to get angry.

“Whatcha doing?” he asked casually.

“Driving,” I answered curtly.

“Where ya going?”

“Tony… I just need a few days to myself. I promise I will keep a low profile and stay out of trouble,” I felt like a kid trying to plead with my parents again. Part of me was annoyed, but part of me was relieved that someone cared enough to ask.

Tony let out an exasperated sigh on the other end. “Fine… Fine… just let me know if you need anything kid. We’ll see you in a few days,” he replied before hanging up.

I sighed completely relieved. It would buy me some time to be away without the constant barrage of Tony Stark’s questions. It left one last phone conversation to have before turning off my phone. I dialed the number and waited patiently until I heard the familiar voice.

“I need you – can you meet me at the cottage?” I asked nervously.


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Collage

Pairing: BTS Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1,123

A/N this one is sorta different to other ones I’ve written, idk where the collage idea came from but yeah… also would anyone like it if I made a masterlist?

and jungkook looks so good here oml


You sat alone on the couch in front of the television, scrolling without purpose through social media feeds. Jungkook should be home soon, you thought to yourself, glancing at the time. The exciting stage in yours and Jungkook’s relationship had never seemed to die down, a gentle buzz of butterflies fluttering at the pit of your stomach when you thought of seeing him soon. Just being in his company, hearing him, touching him, breathing him.

After you’d whirled up a daydream in your head of welcoming home Jungkook in a variety of different ways, you hardly noticed him emerging from the front door. His body seemed to slump over uninvitingly, the hood of his jacket masking a shadow across his eyes, darkening them further. You swallowed slightly; you’d encountered sulky-Jungkook many times.  

Concerned, you pulled yourself up from the comforting grip of the couch and made your way over to Jungkook. Ignoring you, he brushed past you and threw himself into the singular chair adjacent to the sofa and buried his head in his hands, groaning slightly. You followed him and leant against the back of the chair, gently kneading your hands into his shoulders.

“You okay?” you murmured. He sighed heavily in reply. You began to massage his shoulders before leaning close to his ear and inquiring, “want to talk about it?”

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hamswritingtho  asked:

When were you going to tell me that you're pregnant? +Feysand I've also been greatly enjoying all the little fics you've been writing :)

Thank you, friend!! This is probably not exactly what you were asking for, but for whatever dumb reason, this popped in my head reading the prompt. Hope you like!

BTW peeps: I’m still doing these, just working through them slowly. Feel free to keep sending them and I’ll try to do them when I can. Link to prompt list is at the end. <3

When Feyre rounds the corner into the produce section of the grocery store, the last thing she expects to see is Cassian shoving a watermelon under her husband’s shirt amid a choir of snickers from the pair of them. Cassian has his phone out and is just about to Snapchat a pic when Feyre clears her throat. The boys freeze, Rhys blushing just a tad.

“When were you going to tell me that you’re pregnant?” Feyre asks Rhys pointedly, stifling a smirk.

“Just getting a feel for things,” Rhys says cooly. “We can never be too prepared.”

“Man, don’t drop it!” Cass barks suddenly, seeing the huge melon begin to slip. Rhys removes it without a problem and replaces it on the shelf.

“You two are going to get us kicked out of here if you keep goofing off. We still have a lot of shopping to do and Nesta’s already bit my head off about the right kind of cheese to go with the appetizers.”

Only Nesta could make cheese and crackers feel unbearably stuffy. And as much as Feyre really does trust Nesta’s expert opinion that brie will be best, she’s not going into this dinner without a hunk of good old fashioned cheddar to see her through.

At the mention of Nesta, Cassian’s eyes spark. How he could have forgotten for even one minute that Nesta was within a five miles radius after she’d let the shopping cart slip against his shins is beyond Feyre. “Don’t worry,” Cass says walking swiftly past Feyre and patting her on the shoulder the way he does when ‘the bro’ is winning, as Azriel likes to call it. “I’ve got this.”

Feyre feels Rhys pull up even with her as she watches her friend strut off to face the horrors waiting for him in Dairy.

“I love Cassian,” Rhys says, and Feyre turns back round to face him, “but I think he has a death wish.”

Feyre tisks and pushes the cart toward the lettuce. “Stop, Nesta isn’t that bad.”

“The fact that you need to specify-”

“Rhys.”

He holds his hands up in surrender and promptly plucks an apple from a nearby stand, juggling it in a way that’s supposed to seem impressive - never mind that it’s only one apple.

Romaine… baby greens… organic… iceberg… Ugh, nobody even likes iceberg. Classic Cesar will do, Feyre decides. Or possibly… The baby greens stare up at her.

She looks back at the watermelon crate Rhys and Cassian had been messing with and feels her stomach tighten. She and Rhys have been together for nearly five years now, if you count the three years they dated before getting hitched. She knows he wouldn’t pressure her. Not ever. But sometimes he makes an offhand comment and she wonders if Rhys might not be considering beyond her present wishes.

Feyre clears her throat. “Rhys?”

“Yes dah-ling,” he says. Neither of them turn around from their respective produce. Feyre’s not sure she could if she tried.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?”

She chances a peek over her shoulder and finds Rhys has swapped his one-apple juggling act for a rather thorough examination of the differences between Fuji and Granny Smith that has his brows knit together. “What’s that?” Rhys asks, and Feyre whips her head back to the salad options.

“About… not being too prepared.”

“Too prepared?”

The misters switch on unexpectedly, dousing the lettuce and Feyre’s outstretched hand with a fine layer of mist that take her by surprise. “Oh!” she yelps and jumps back, some combination of shock and nerves forcing her into motion. Rhys chuckles and slinks over to lean on the cart.

“Don’t worry,” he says with a cheeky grin. “Last I checked, water is actually good for you.”

“Very funny,” Feyre says, the humor not entirely making it past her lips. She feels rather than sees Rhys’s face twitch.

“What’s wrong? If this about Nesta again and whether or not you thinks she’s going to throw a tantrum over your choice of rabbit food, I promise I’ll protect you.”

“Do you want to have a baby?” Feyre blurts out before she can help herself. Her stomach does a back flip just asking the question. They’ve never talked about it before. Not since they were just starting out dating and trying to decide if this was even a good fit. She knows they both want kids. Maybe just a kid. But there’s something terrifying about the idea that Rhys might want one now.

“Feyre,” Rhys says, leaning forward and dropping to a whisper, “you know I enjoy making love to you at all hours of the day, but if you think me shoving a watermelon up my shirt is gonna piss the employees off, I don’t think they’ll appreciate us-”

“I’m serious,” Feyre says, cutting Rhys off. He blinks at her a few times, mouth parted open slightly. But Feyre wants to know. Is determined to know. “Do you want to have a baby?”

Rhys backs up a step. “Do you want to have a baby?”

“I asked you first.” A small flash of intrigue in those deep blue eyes searches her making her feel known and exposed in ways only he’s ever managed.

“Alright,” Rhys says, folding his arms and seeming to sense that she means business. Feyre draws a deep breath waiting. “You know I want to have a kid - eventually. If you’re asking, do I want one right now?” Feyre nods. “No. I don’t think so. I mean, shoot, if it happens, then great. I’ll welcome it with open arms and shove a watermelon up my shirt for nine months so you don’t feel so bad.” Feyre releases a small chuckle at that and Rhys smiles. “Why so curious about kids all of a sudden?”

Feyre rolls her eyes, more at herself than him, and tosses a hand up. “I don’t know. I saw you joking around with Cassian, but then you made that comment and you’ve said stuff in the past, that I just wondered if maybe you were…” She pauses, catches Rhys watching her intently with his brow raised in amusement, and lets out a shaky laugh. “I’m being ridiculous, aren’t I?”

Rhys pulls Feyre into his arms with his own chuckle and it feels like she can finally stop fretting. “No, you’re not. It’s good that we talk about these things. I just don’t understand why you’re so concerned with it? You know we can take our time. And if overgrown melons are all we end up with, we’ll be well fed.”

Feyre snorts. “Now you’re being ridiculous.”

“Yeah, but you can’t deny it’s a good idea.”

“No, I really can’t-”

“Get that out of your nose!”

Both Feyre’s and Rhys’s heads snap to the side where Nesta has found the produce section along with Cassian… who has shoved a small wedge of brie up his nose much to Nesta’s chagrin.

Feyre grimaces. “At least it’s shrink wrapped?” Rhys offers, and then laughs when Feyre smacks her head into his chest with a groan. “Come on,” he says, rubbing up her arms a few times for confidence. “Let’s go sort them out.”

“Go on. I just have to grab some lettuce first.” Rhys nods, heading off.

Feyre looks back down at her options and decides, maybe the baby greens aren’t so bad after all. A nice watermelon salad could be good for spring.

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thisissirius  asked:

5: Did you eat my pop tarts? + 6: Is that my shirt?

a good old friends to lovers au, because i love ya!

Robert felt completely blissed out, as he woke up, stretching languidly across his bed. If he was being completely honest, it had been a while since he’d woken up with that pleasant soreness that was always the result of a fairly spectacular night of sex.

It’s not as though he’d lost his edge, whatever Aaron might say, cheeky grin fixed in place. No, it was more because he’d been so busy lately, with the business, the house renovation, helping Aaron with Liv, helping Victoria out with her food truck - he’d hardly had a spare second to himself, let alone a few hours to head out and take on Hotten’s nightlife, and bag himself a one night stand.

Still, it’s not as though last night didn’t make up for it.

Robert couldn’t help the self satisfied grin on his face as he sat up, duvet falling away to his waist. Everything about his room still felt new, if he was honest - he’d bought a wreck of a cottage on the outskirts of the village, a year or so ago now, a pet project for himself that had turned into nothing short of a money pit.

It was done now though, and it was home. Robert felt like he hadn’t had one of those in a long time, life always connected to someone else, whether it was exes, or Chrissie.

Thirty, and this was the first house he’d bought with his own money. Robert Sugden, proud owner of Primrose Cottage. The name wasn’t exactly his choice, but turns out when you bought an old historical property, there was a few terms and conditions and things that couldn’t be changed.

Thankfully, that didn’t extend to the inside, Robert thought to himself, eyes adjusting to the bright morning as he looked around his room, sleek built in wardrobes and cherry wood furniture (all of which Aaron have given him shit for buying, claiming there was no need to spend that much money on a bedside locker) all making for a room right out of a house catalogue.

He worked hard, in his own defence - Robert deserved a little luxury in his own home.

Stretching out a little more, Robert tossed the covers off, walking unashamedly naked across his bedroom to grab a pair of boxers, hitching the material up over his narrow hips, not bothering with a t-shirt.

It was summer, after all.

He could hear the kettle going before he was even halfway down the stairs, the noise of the kitchen coming to life music to his ears. The worst part about living alone, was getting up in the mornings to a quiet house.

Maybe he should get a cat.

Reaching the end of the stairs, Robert padded across the open plan living room, heart thundering in his head as he watched Aaron moved around the kitchen with remarkable familiarity, making two mugs of tea, a half eaten bowl of cornflakes on the side.

“I don’t like waking up to an empty bed,” Robert drawled, crossing the last of the space between them in a few short steps, pressing his chest to Aaron’s back, enjoying the way the other man jumped a little at the contact.

“I didn’t know if it would be weird,” Aaron admitted, leaning back into Robert’s embrace as he relaxed slightly, carton of milk in hand.

It was strange, how natural it all felt. He and Aaron had been friends since Robert had moved back to the village at twenty five, fresh off the back of a disastrous relationship with Chrissie, not a penny to his name.

Aaron had been his best friend though it all, through Robert’s months working between the pub and the B&B, through him going back to night school and getting his A-Levels, to Robert setting up his own business, Robert coming out. Aaron had been his best friend through it all, the only person Robert could ever talk to about the mess that was unfolding in his head.

He’d never imagined a life without Aaron, but it would be a lie to say he hadn’t imagined this, once or twice, laid awake at night and wondered what it would feel like to love Aaron, to be with him like this, as though it was the most normal and natural thing in the world.

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Crashing Waves

Peter Pevensie x Reader

Words: 1329
Plot: Peter invites his crush to the beach. Insane amounts of flirting ensue.
Prompt: (Anon) Hi! Can I request a Peter fic where he finds reader on the beach, and they just kinda end up teasing each other and splashing each other? Bonus points for sassy dialogue.
A/N: I’ve been devoting my time to playing ME:A and so I’ve been totally ignoring my requests. Whoops. Good thing I’ve got a week off of uni to catch up! If you want a Part 2 of this I’ll definitely write one. I didn’t want to make this too crazy long and I began to realize I was essentially writing an epic flirting saga.

Originally posted by wolvesinwinter

The sand stretched out to greet the ocean, waves pushing against the shore. The sky was crystal blue; not a cloud on the horizon as sea birds flocked overhead, crying wildly as they glided on the summer breeze.
The young Narnian king sat on the wet sand; the water lapping at his bare toes as he looked out to sea, dark gold hair mussed from the ocean air. He wondered what was just beyond that horizon; wondered if Narnia stretched on forever, a thousand thousand miles of kingdom rising up to meet the sky.
He dug his palms into the sand; it was mushy against his palm, pressing into his nails as he felt it run through his fingertips. He knew he was getting his clothes damp; knew Susan would curse him for tracking all the sand in with him when he made it home to Cair Paravel.
But now, there was just him and the horizon.
Grey eyes turning to the cliffs; he looked out towards the castle. It was magnificent and distant; he forgot how far he’d managed to walk to get here.
But he loved these walks. Loved the wind in his hair, the way the sun felt as it warmed his face.
He saw her, then, and his heart leapt.
She was smiling to herself; pretending she hadn’t seen him, no doubt. Her green dress spilled out into the waves, already soaking the hem as she walked through the shallow waters. A simple thing; no fancy embroidery, no golden pendants. But so beautiful; so fitting. 
Her hair blew softly around her face in the slight sea breeze, held back only by the strands pinned back behind her head. Where the sun had dusted her cheeks, he could see a blush against them.
“(y/n)!” he called out, raising his hand up to wave her over and flicking sand all over his shirt. He flinched as some of it threatened to go up his nose; wrinkling it and coughing.
(y/n) laughed, one hand over her mouth as she dodged a wave that was slightly closer than she expected.

“I can’t believe I actually managed to find you here. I’ve been wondering if I was going the wrong way for almost half an hour!” (y/n) shouted, grabbing the skirt of her dress and running towards him.
Peter brushed his palms against his trousers; they were already wet and sandy, so it made no difference to him. He pushed himself up unsteadily onto his feet, feeling the dampness of his clothes against the warm air.
“You’re…well, you’re filthy” (y/n) breathed, huffing as she slowed down next to him, dropping her hands to her sides.
Peter laughed, looking down at her damp dress.
“And you’re one to talk!”
(y/n) folded her arms mockingly, a smile creeping across her features.
“I made it, didn’t I? Even with very nonspecific directions. I could have stayed at home and finished sweeping-”
“-But instead, you came to spend time with your favourite King?” Peter interjected, raising his brows.
“How do you know Edmund isn’t my favourite? Edmund is certainly the wittiest man in Cair Paravel” (y/n) winked, pushing a stray hair back behind her ear.
Peter put his hand to his face in mocking shock, holding his mouth open and gasping.
“Well, now I’m wounded. Truly. I cannot see myself ever recovering” Peter gasped, his hand cool against his face.
(y/n) laughed then, her face lighting up against the sky. Peter felt his blood go aflame, if only for a moment. His heart hung in his throat, threatening to fill his stomach with butterflies.
Grasping at the hem of her skirt, she lowered herself to sit on the sand, the waves reaching up to her knees and coating her bare feet. She looked up at him; one eye closed as she winced against the sunlight.
“The weather is awfully nice, and the water is lovely” she breathed, tracing shapes in the sand with her index finger. Peter bit his lip, taking a seat beside her in his previous spot. Their shoulders were but inches apart; Peter could feel the desire to move closer until they touched, if only to have her closer.
“I thought you might like it. It’s one of my favourites” he said, leaning back on his palms “sometimes, you can see mermaids on the rocks. They’re very friendly.”
(y/n) wiggled her toes, sighing softly as she leaned back to look up at the sky.
“I used to go to the ocean when I was a child with my mother. Look out at the ocean, and wonder what was out there on the horizon” she breathed, her eyelids lowered.
Peter wrinkled his nose against the spray of the ocean, looking out to where the midday sun sparkled against the water. As (y/n) closed her eyes slowly, Peter leaned forward, flicking his hand in the cool water and splashing her face.


She gasped immediately, flinching against the sudden splash.
Peter burst out laughing at the look on her face; he could hardly help himself.
“You know what you’re getting now, Your Majesty?” she whispered, mouthing the last two words that she knew he hated.
“A kiss?” Peter asked sheepishly, his heart pounding in his ears with his own audacity.
(y/n) flushed red, one brow raising as she leaned towards him. He felt an uncontrollable sense of longing, a fire sweltering in his chest.
“Payback” she said.
And with that, Peter yelped as a spray of water flew into his face, soaking his golden hair into a dusty brown and sending droplets scattering onto his shirt.
“If it’s war you want!” Peter cried, pushing water at her with his palms as she shrieked, laughing as they went. She immediately responded by splashing water back at him, the two of them almost crying with laughter as they soaked one another in jest.
So much so that they barely saw what Peter would later describe as ‘the wave to silence all waves’ come crashing towards them. Peter turned just at the moment it came rushing up to meet them, yelping and trying to shield (y/n) by using his body as a shield.
Water covered them up to their shoulders, the rest of it splashing their faces and hair; salt water lingering in Peter’s mouth as he got his bearings.
The water receded, and they were both left blinking the drops out of their eyes. In the commotion, (y/n) had ended up half on Peter’s lap as he leaned over her; one of her arms around his neck and the other shielding her from the waves.
(y/n) snickered, trying to stifle the sound by pressing her hands to her mouth. But before long she was crying with laughter at the commotion, her hair plastered against her face and her eyes watering as sea water dripped down her cheeks.
Peter joined in, lowering his palms to support himself on the sand. Laughter shook his shoulders, his face warm despite the water. He must have looked a royal state.
“What was that?!” (y/n) laughed, brushing the water out of her eyes. Peter noticed she still hadn’t moved from his lap; the thought of that made his head spin.
“I have no idea. But I think Susan is going to lose her mind when I get back to the castle in this fine state” Peter chuckled, his voice sounding lower in his own ears than it usually did. 
“Did you try to shield me? From water?” (y/n) grinned, shuffling off of his lap to sit next to him, her shoulder pushing against his. Where they touched, he felt the warmth of her skin through the fabric of their clothing; the ache returning.
“Be quiet. I was trying to be chivalrous” Peter said, a half-smile lingering on his face as he pushed his shoulder against hers playfully. She pushed back, and he held his ground.
And there they sat. Shoulders pressed together, soaked to the bone, staring out at the horizon.

Coldhearted pt. 10 (smut)

Pairing: Taeyong x Reader
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Summary: Being new you knew not everyone was going to accept you, but he in particular couldn’t stand you

Previous Part  // Masterlist // All Parts

“You were jealous.”

His lips pressed against yours roughly.

“So were you.”

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Another Prompt Fill

Since both came in together…  Great minds, apparently.

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“Your great-aunt Eudora died,” Molly said, glancing over to Sherlock before going back to her slides.

“Oh good, when’s the funeral?”

“Day after tomorrow, reading of the will to follow. I didn’t know that was an actual thing people actually did. Like, do you lot just gather in mahogany-panelled libraries with your embroidered hankies and veils and mesh gloves and just faint dramatically when the surprise illegitimate child walks in?”

“I know they say television is a window to the world, but sometimes it would do you some good to actually go outside,” Sherlock said, shouldering her aside to see what she was looking at. “Ooh, is that brain?”

“Colon polyp, actually, though in this bloke I don’t think there was much difference. Real Darwin Award material, thought a curling iron was a vibrator with a warming feature.”

“And that killed him?”

“He tried to cool it off by running it under the tap. While it was still plugged in.”

“Which end?” Sherlock continued to look at the slide.

“Both.”

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30. “Wait, you’re a virgin?” Kenny please :D

Originally posted by frentique

AN: I wanna write a whole Kenny virginity fic so this isn’t fully fleshed out work but I wanna get some of these drabbles filled! (cut because it’s quite looong for a drabble)

30. “Wait, you’re a virgin?”

Your mind was racing at a mile a minute and it almost felt like your heart was going to leap out of your chest, pumping wildly at double speed as Kenny guided you back onto your bed. The pulsing between your legs was becoming unbearable, feeling things you’d never felt before as you body became consumed with lust.

It was the evening of your fourth date, You’d met the curly haired cutie while serving him his favourite Vietnamese coffee, bravely writing your number on the side of the coffee cup and hoping for the best. Part of you didn’t think he’d notice it but within 10 minutes you’d had a message from him asking when you were free, his eagerness impressed you from the beginning. Kenny always planned the best dates and that night had been no different a perfect night filled with drinks, sushi and karaoke.

After walking you home and a lot of door stop kisses and wandering hands you asked if he wanted to come in and stay the night. Even though you were nervous about the implications of asking that you just knew you weren’t going to be able to quell the ache inside you on your own. With little hesitation, he agreed and before you knew it your bodies were crashing down the hallway towards your bedroom.

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But You Have Me // Im Jaebum & Choi Youngjae

Originally posted by jeoncooked

Pairing: Jaebum x Youngjae (2JAE)

Genre: Smut // Fluff

Authors Note: I got 3 requests for 2jae smut so I have combined all three and made one long scenario for you all :D I hope I did well, this is the first time I have written a scenario that wasn’t including the reader. So I still need a lot of practice! Please let me know what you thought ^^ I’d greatly appreciate it.


“Alright guys, get to bed soon. We have a live show tomorrow so make sure to get plenty of rest” Jaebum called to the 5 other boys who were currently sprawled out on the sofas in the living room playing videogames. He heard a chorus of “Yeah yeah alright”, making him chuckle slightly before retiring to his shared room with Youngjae, who was also sitting up close to his computer screen playing his online MMORPG.

“You should get some sleep too, Youngjae” Jaebum said softly, before removing his shirt which left him in nothing but his basketball shorts that he usually slept in. Youngjae glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, trying not to pay much attention to the leaders nicely toned stomach, how neat his little happy trail travelled from below his belly button to underneath his shorts. Youngjae swallowed hard, trying to dispel his thoughts about Jaebum.

“Did you hear me?” Jaebum called out a little louder, causing Youngjae to snap out of his day dream.

“Uhm, yeah sorry. I’m not feeling tired yet, so I’ll just play until I do.” Youngjae replied quietly. It was true, he had great difficulty falling asleep these days and playing games late into the night was becoming his only muse – only problem was it left him exhausted and slightly irritable the next day which was something all the boys picked up on. Jaebum sighed; knowing full well that Youngjae wasn’t going to be getting to sleep anytime soon, before he climbed into his bed which was adjacent to his younger member’s and pulled the sheets up around him.


Jaebum tossed and turned for the next hour, the quiet humming of the computer and the incessant clicking of the mouse driving him insane and stopping him from being able to drift off was slowly beginning to make his temper flare up. He rolled over on to this side to get a good look at Youngjae, hunched over on his chair with his face only inches away from the dimmed screen.

“Youngjae, come to bed.” He said softly, but sternly. Youngjae, unable to hear him due to having his headphones up full blast, continued to sit there and mindlessly play his game. Jaebum scoffed, before exhaling sharply and pulling himself up out of bed and marching over to Youngjae. He placed his hands softly on Youngjae’s shoulders, causing Youngjae to jump slightly at the unexpected touch. He pulled his headphones off before turning around to look up at Jaebum.

“What? What’s wrong?” he asked

“Your clicking is driving me crazy, come to bed now” Jaebum said in an affirmative tone. Youngjae sighed softly, looking away from Jaebum and lingering his stare to the floor.

“I can’t sleep because it feels lonely. It’s why I play games online with other people, I feel like I’m not alone in the middle of the night when I’m awake and talking to them.” He said, his voice just a fraction above a whisper as he slowly looked up at the taller male once more. Jaebum scrunched his lips to the side before moving to squat down in front of Youngjae, studying his tired expression.

“How can you feel alone? I’m here right? You can talk to me. Don’t I matter?” he said, hurt and sympathy filling his genuine words of concern for his friend. Youngjae flinched at Jaebum’s sudden softening, feeling his body fill with emotion that he was desperately trying to keep at bay. How could he ever tell Jaebum that he liked him? How could he ever tell Jaebum that he dreamed of holding him and kissing his soft lips? He would surely reject him and never speak to him again. He would put the whole group at risk of falling apart, so for the longest time he has kept his secret locked safe away in his heart.

“Of course I can talk to you, but it’s not the same. I’m sick of laying alone in bed. I just…I don’t know.” Youngjae replied after moments of silence. Jaebum cocked his head to the side, wanting desperately to help Youngjae out of his rut. He rose to his feet, his waist level with the other boys face, making Youngjae feel embarrassed and turning his head away. Jaebum sniffed, before grabbing Youngjae by his shoulders and pulling him to his feet.

“What are you doing?” Youngjae exclaimed, a little louder than he expected.

“Shh, you’ll wake everyone else up. Come here” Jaebum whispered, dangerously close to his ear. He turned off the computer screen, before pulling Youngjae over in the direction of his bed.

“Jaebum, what are you-”

“You said you didn’t wanna feel alone in your own bed. And you don’t have to. Get in, before I change my mind” Jaebum said nonchalantly, pushing Youngjae into his bed against the wall, before getting in himself and pulling the covers up around them both.


Youngjae lay quietly in shock, his heart racing at the close proximity of his body and Jaebum’s. He could feel the heat of his leaders back radiating against his arm. Thoughts of embracing him flew through Youngjae’s mind, along with several other unholy thoughts as Youngjae desperately tried to suppress them. In that moment, Youngjae felt his body tense up as his member began to suddenly harden.

“Fuck sake…” Youngjae mumbled quietly, but not quietly enough.

“What’s wrong now?” Jaebum stirred from his light slumber, turning around to face Youngjae who immediately turned around in the bed so he was now the one facing away. “Nothing, sorry for waking you. Go back to sleep…” he mumbled in hopes of convincing his friend to drop it and leave it alone. Jaebum lay quietly, still facing Youngjae’s back as he examined his soft silhouette, dimly lit by the gentle moonlight that swam through the blinds. He didn’t know exactly why he was feeling so mellow, maybe it was the comfortable haze of sleep, or the familiar scent of Youngjae so close to him that made him feel at peace.

A few moments ticked by and Jaebum was fighting his will to stay awake to make sure that Youngjae didn’t get up out of bed to return to his game. Just as he decided that it was safe to close his eyes, he noticed the small movements of Youngjae’s arm, moving up and down gently and rhythmically. Jaebum widened his eyes, wondering if Youngjae was really doing what he thought he was doing.

Youngjae, not being able to make his boner go away to let him sleep, slipped his hands inside his boxers to palm his hard erection. He slowly gripped his length, pulling from the base to the tip gently, while slowly moving his hips forward in tiny jutting motions. He was sure that Jaebum had fallen asleep, so he assumed it would be safe to relieve himself.  He imagined Jaebum’s hand in place of his own, pumping him slowly and kissing the soft skin below his ear.

“Jaebummie…” he let out a deathly quiet moan.

“What are you doing Youngjae?” he heard Jaebum’s voice whisper in his ear. Youngjae immediately took his hand out of his boxers as he stiffened his body, his eyes widened as he realised that Jaebum was probably awake the entire time.

“What did you call me?” Jaebum whispered again, this time snaking his arm over Youngjae’s stomach, his hand travelling slowly down his shirt, dangerously close to his boxers. Youngjae swallowed harshly, wondering if he was dreaming or if this was actually happening. He turned around suddenly to meet Jaebum’s gaze which held nothing but pure lust. He flickered his eyes down to his leaders boxers, the obvious tent which had made itself at home in between his legs.

“I didn’t know you were still awake, I’ll go into my own-” he blurted out, feeling his face burning crimson as he fumbled to sit up, before being slammed back down on to his side. Jaebum’s lips found his, making Youngjae tense his entire body, as he felt Jaebum pressing his weight down on him slightly. He pulled the younger boy closer to him, eliminating the space between their chests. Youngjae felt his member pressing against Jaebums, making his breath hitch in his throat as he opened his mouth, granting Jaebum much awaited access to his mouth. Youngjae let the older boy take over, as he felt his hand snake down once more to the bottom of his shirt before tugging it up and over his head. Youngjae shivered at the air hitting his bare chest, before Jaebum moved his head south, trailing his lips along his skin before stopping at his chest. Jaebum looked up into Youngjae’s eyes as he pressed his mouth over the other boys hardened nipple, swirling his tongue around it, eliciting soft mewls from Youngjae.

“Touch me” Jaebum purred, not taking his eyes off him, as Youngjae cupped the older boys manhood, rubbing him through his boxers, making Jaebum grunt in pleasure. Jaebum lay back on his side as he began to tug at Youngjae’s boxers, pulling them down his thighs and letting his erection spring free. Youngjae followed his lead before doing the same to him, before Jaebum took him in his hand, his thumb spreading his friends precum over the tip, making Youngjae pant hard. They both began pumping each other in unison, Jaebum setting the pace and Youngjae obediently keeping up with him. Low grunts and moans filled the air along with lewd sounds of their hands on each others cocks as each boy began grinding their hips in time with their hands.

“Jaebu- I’m-” Youngjae panted, feeling himself nearing his end as Jaebum began pumping him harder and faster, his arm jerking up and down as he moaned upon hearing Youngjae’s soft pants and whimpers.

“Me too” he mumbled back, before both boys became undone, shooting their seed into each others hands, dripping down on to the mattress as they continued to slowly tug at each other. Youngjae let out a loud moan, causing Jaebum to place his free hand over his mouth, hushing him in fear of the other boys finding out about their steamy session. As their breathing began to turn to normal, Jaebum lay back slightly, grabbing the box of tissues he kept close by and began cleaning both himself and Youngjae. Youngjae watched as Jaebum carefully wiped him clean, also rubbing at the mattress in an attempt to stop it from becoming stained.

“I’ll help you change it in the morning. I’ll… I can go back to my own bed now.”

“You’ll stay here” Jaebum said very matter of factly, before throwing the soiled tissues into the bin and pulling Youngjae back into his arms, turning him over and spooning him, resting his head into the crook of his neck. Youngjae inhaled sharply, before smiling to himself and relaxing his body in Jaebum’s grip. Did this really happen? Is it still happening? Youngjae couldn’t help but feel like the happiest person on earth, as he fell asleep in his best friends arms.


The next morning, they both awoke suddenly to the sound of Jaebum’s alarm set on his phone. The two boys looked at each other nervously, before Jaebum let out a chuckle, his mouth widening into a smile as he kissed Youngjae’s forehead.

“No need to look so scared. I’m not that ugly in the morning, am I?” he teased, before rolling over and getting out of bed. Youngjae smiled shyly at the view of Jaebum’s backside as he slipped his shorts on before opening the door to head into the kitchen for breakfast. Youngjae followed suit and got dressed quickly to join him and the rest of the boys.

He entered the kitchen to 5 pairs of eyes staring at them both, all with small smirks donned upon their face. Jaebum rolled his eyes and sighed, pouring some cornflakes into a bowl before sitting down in between them all, completely ignoring their obvious stares before Jackson decided to giggle and be the first one to speak, making Youngjae’s face burn a bright shade of pink.

“So, did you two have a good sleep last night?”

Bedtime Routine

A/N: I’m back from the dead. I know I haven’t written in like 9 months but I was finally struck with inspiration after Jack’s tweet. Enjoy!

“Hello? Are you listening to me?” You glanced over at Jack in the passenger seat of your car just in time to see his head jerk up and his eyes pop open.

“Did you just fall asleep while I was telling you about my day?!” You asked. 

“What? No! I’m sorry!” Jack quickly replied, but he was rubbing his eyes and you knew he’d been dozing.

“God Jack if my stories are that boring just tell me.” You joked. 

“No I love hearing about your day!” Jack said, and you knew he was being genuine. 

“But seriously, what’s up with you lately? I feel like you’ve been tired a lot.”

“Really? I’m fine, I’ve just been busy I guess.” Jack brushed it off, but you’d been dating him long enough to pick up on the slight hesitation that always came before a lie. The boy was a good liar so you were proud of yourself when you started being able to detect them. (Of course, usually he wasn’t lying to you). In this case you decided to let the lie pass, partly because he had genuinely been busy lately and partly because you were almost home and there wasn’t time to discuss it further.

It’s also why you weren’t surprised to wake up in the middle of the night to find Jack’s side of the bed empty. You got up and wandered silently through the house until you found him seated on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. You stood, leaned up against the doorway for a moment, just watching your boyfriend, his hair tousled and almost imperceptible bags under his eyes. It was a different image than the confident and fresh persona he usually put out during the day. After a few seconds, you gave a slight cough and Jack looked up to notice you.

“I can’t sleep.” He said and something in his voice made you start to wonder how long this had been going on without you noticing.

“Well it might help if you put the phone down,” You started, lightheartedly, walking over to join Jack on the couch. You gently took the phone from his hands and placed it face down on the coffee table. 

“It helps to keep my mind preoccupied.” Jack said, fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt. “Whenever I try to sleep I just get overwhelmed with all the things I’m not doing with my life.”

“What do you mean?” You asked. You were glad he was finally opening up to you about this but you had no clue where he was getting the idea that he wasn’t doing anything with his life.

“I mean I should be vlogging more, going to more events, reaching out to get more brand deals. There’s a lot more I could be doing right now.”

“Jack.” You waited until he looked up at you from his fiddling. “You are doing so much right now. You are doing everything you can handle and that’s enough.”

“…I know.” He said after a pause. “Yeah I know.” And he seemed to actually believe it the second time.

“Here, lie down with your head in my lap.” You said, adjusting your position on the couch so that Jack could get more comfortable. Once he was lying down, you started to run your fingers through his hair and play with his curls. You told him little stories about your day, this time not the stressful ones that you had been trying to tell him earlier in the day, just the simple anecdotes about the bird tapping on your window or the couple at the coffee shop. Anything to take his mind off his own worries.

After a little while you stopped telling stories but you kept playing with his hair, knowing it made him feel more relaxed. After a while longer, his breathing slowed and his face seemed fully peaceful for the first time in a while, and you knew he was asleep. You carefully adjusted yourself around him so that you were comfortable as well, and quickly fell asleep too.

The next morning Jack told you that despite him spending the night on the couch, it was the best sleep he’d gotten in months and from that point on, telling him stories and playing with his hair simply became a part of your bedtime routine.  

A/N: Since I have no idea when I’ll have inspiration next, requests are still closed. I think I’m just going to write for myself for a little while :)

Love at first Vidcon | Dan Howell

Hello! This is a short fanfic about Dan Howell based on three requests that I got. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think!

2017 really was going to be your year of firsts. First youtube channel, first videos, first subscribers, and now, first vidcon. You were incredibly excited, more than you could physically process at the moment. It had been a long flight to LAX as you lived on the other side of the world but when you’d arrived and found your youtube friends waiting for you in the arrivals hall you realized it was so worth it. You weren’t a featured creator yet but one of your friends was, a beauty/lifestyle guru who you’d met only a few months back when she commented on one of your videos. You’d hit it off immediately and if anything, Vidcon was a chance for you to hang out with your friends. Sure, you wanted to meet some people you looked up to, but that was not your main goal. After settling in your hotel room you and your friend Melanie got ready to go to one of the opening parties. Melanie had been invited and you were her plus 1, giving you an opportunity to catch a glimpse of the lives of famous youtubers. You’d like to earn a living from youtube one day like they did, even though it wasn’t the easiest career path and not everyone in your family agreed. But you were certain it was going to work out in the end, and tonight you were going to network and try to meet as many people as you could. You never know what could happen in one night. You let your thoughts settle as you looked at yourself in the mirror, fixing your red cocktail dress that you’d bought especially for tonight. “Y/N! Let’s go!” Melanie yelled and she grabbed your hand, laughing as she pulled you along out of the hotel room.

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