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I’ve decided to tell you guys a story about piracy.

I didn’t think I had much to add to the piracy commentary I made yesterday, but after seeing some of the replies to it, I decided it’s time for this story.

Here are a few things we should get clear before I go on:

1) This is a U.S. centered discussion. Not because I value my non U.S. readers any less, but because I am published with a U.S. publisher first, who then sells my rights elsewhere. This means that the fate of my books, good or bad, is largely decided on U.S. turf, through U.S. sales to readers and libraries.

2) This is not a conversation about whether or not artists deserve to get money for art, or whether or not you think I in particular, as a flawed human, deserve money. It is only about how piracy affects a book’s fate at the publishing house. 

3) It is also not a conversation about book prices, or publishing costs, or what is a fair price for art, though it is worthwhile to remember that every copy of a blockbuster sold means that the publishing house can publish new and niche voices. Publishing can’t afford to publish the new and midlist voices without the James Pattersons selling well. 

It is only about two statements that I saw go by: 

1) piracy doesn’t hurt publishing. 

2) someone who pirates the book was never going to buy it anyway, so it’s not a lost sale.

Now, with those statements in mind, here’s the story.

It’s the story of a novel called The Raven King, the fourth installment in a planned four book series. All three of its predecessors hit the bestseller list. Book three, however, faltered in strange ways. The print copies sold just as well as before, landing it on the list, but the e-copies dropped precipitously. 

Now, series are a strange and dangerous thing in publishing. They’re usually games of diminishing returns, for logical reasons: folks buy the first book, like it, maybe buy the second, lose interest. The number of folks who try the first will always be more than the number of folks who make it to the third or fourth. Sometimes this change in numbers is so extreme that publishers cancel the rest of the series, which you may have experienced as a reader — beginning a series only to have the release date of the next book get pushed off and pushed off again before it merely dies quietly in a corner somewhere by the flies.

So I expected to see a sales drop in book three, Blue Lily, Lily Blue, but as my readers are historically evenly split across the formats, I expected it to see the cut balanced across both formats. This was absolutely not true. Where were all the e-readers going? Articles online had headlines like PEOPLE NO LONGER ENJOY READING EBOOKS IT SEEMS.


There was another new phenomenon with Blue Lily, Lily Blue, too — one that started before it was published. Like many novels, it was available to early reviewers and booksellers in advanced form (ARCs: advanced reader copies). Traditionally these have been cheaply printed paperback versions of the book. Recently, e-ARCs have become common, available on locked sites from publishers. 

BLLB’s e-arc escaped the site, made it to the internet, and began circulating busily among fans long before the book had even hit shelves. Piracy is a thing authors have been told to live with, it’s not hurting you, it’s like the mites in your pillow, and so I didn’t think too hard about it until I got that royalty statement with BLLB’s e-sales cut in half. 

Strange, I thought. Particularly as it seemed on the internet and at my booming real-life book tours that interest in the Raven Cycle in general was growing, not shrinking. Meanwhile, floating about in the forums and on Tumblr as a creator, it was not difficult to see fans sharing the pdfs of the books back and forth. For awhile, I paid for a service that went through piracy sites and took down illegal pdfs, but it was pointless. There were too many. And as long as even one was left up, that was all that was needed for sharing. 

I asked my publisher to make sure there were no e-ARCs available of book four, the Raven King, explaining that I felt piracy was a real issue with this series in a way it hadn’t been for any of my others. They replied with the old adage that piracy didn’t really do anything, but yes, they’d make sure there was no e-ARCs if that made me happy. 

Then they told me that they were cutting the print run of The Raven King to less than half of the print run for Blue Lily, Lily Blue. No hard feelings, understand, they told me, it’s just that the sales for Blue Lily didn’t justify printing any more copies. The series was in decline, they were so proud of me, it had 19 starred reviews from pro journals and was the most starred YA series ever written, but that just didn’t equal sales. They still loved me.

This, my friends, is a real world consequence.

This is also where people usually step in and say, but that’s not piracy’s fault. You just said series naturally declined, and you just were a victim of bad marketing or bad covers or readers just actually don’t like you that much.

Hold that thought. 

I was intent on proving that piracy had affected the Raven Cycle, and so I began to work with one of my brothers on a plan. It was impossible to take down every illegal pdf; I’d already seen that. So we were going to do the opposite. We created a pdf of the Raven King. It was the same length as the real book, but it was just the first four chapters over and over again. At the end, my brother wrote a small note about the ways piracy hurt your favorite books. I knew we wouldn’t be able to hold the fort for long — real versions would slowly get passed around by hand through forum messaging — but I told my brother: I want to hold the fort for one week. Enough to prove that a point. Enough to show everyone that this is no longer 2004. This is the smart phone generation, and a pirated book sometimes is a lost sale.

Then, on midnight of my book release, my brother put it up everywhere on every pirate site. He uploaded dozens and dozens and dozens of these pdfs of The Raven King. You couldn’t throw a rock without hitting one of his pdfs. We sailed those epub seas with our own flag shredding the sky.

The effects were instant. The forums and sites exploded with bewildered activity. Fans asked if anyone had managed to find a link to a legit pdf. Dozens of posts appeared saying that since they hadn’t been able to find a pdf, they’d been forced to hit up Amazon and buy the book.

And we sold out of the first printing in two days.

Two days.

I was on tour for it, and the bookstores I went to didn’t have enough copies to sell to people coming, because online orders had emptied the warehouse. My publisher scrambled to print more, and then print more again. Print sales and e-sales became once more evenly matched.

Then the pdfs hit the forums and e-sales sagged and it was business as usual, but it didn’t matter: I’d proven the point. Piracy has consequences.

That’s the end of the story, but there’s an epilogue. I’m now writing three more books set in that world, books that I’m absolutely delighted to be able to write. They’re an absolute blast. My publisher bought this trilogy because the numbers on the previous series supported them buying more books in that world. But the numbers almost didn’t. Because even as I knew I had more readers than ever, on paper, the Raven Cycle was petering out. 

The Ronan trilogy nearly didn’t exist because of piracy. And already I can see in the tags how Tumblr users are talking about how they intend to pirate book one of the new trilogy for any number of reasons, because I am terrible or because they would ‘rather die than pay for a book’. As an author, I can’t stop that. But pirating book one means that publishing cancels book two. This ain’t 2004 anymore. A pirated copy isn’t ‘good advertising’ or ‘great word of mouth’ or ‘not really a lost sale.’

That’s my long piracy story. 

Eight Months.

Even eight months after the break up, Harry still felt the overwhelming urge to check up on you and your life. He would check your social media accounts a few times a week, more so before going to bed when thoughts of you plagued his mind. It felt naughty, wrong in a way; after all, it was him who ended your two year relationship.


“It’s never going to change, Harry! Things will always be the same! You ‘forgot’ my birthday and you spent the day with Kendall. You ‘forgot’ our date night and you spent the evening with Cara. I know it’s what the media want and expect from you, and I know management want you to do this, but I think you want to as well” you sigh, the words you had held for so long in your mouth now finally spilling out.

“You’re joking, right? That was a joke? You seriously think I want to spend any spare time I have with Kendall or Cara over you? Management need me to do this, if I don’t, I can kiss goodbye to my pay cheque! Half the things I do in this job is for you! How the fuck else would you get the latest handbags and purses and shoes?! Who else is going to pay for your education? Because I don’t see you or your family offering to cough up!” he spits almost bitterly.

You gasp in shock at his words. He knew your financial situation at home and that your parent’s worked so bloody hard to provide for you, but it just wasn’t enough. Your future career depended on your qualifications, and those qualifications could only be acquired in higher education in which Harry had offered to pay for, before he knew anything about the money side of things.

“Really, Harry? That’s how you feel? You think I’m with you for the money? I don’t give a damn about the shoes or bags and purses or latest fashion trends. I love you because you’re my boyfriend and I see myself living the rest of my life with you. I don’t love you because you’re Harry Styles from One Direction!” you spit back, your words truthful.

“I’ve heard that one before” he tells you, his eyes averting to the floor.

“So now you’ve got trust issues with me? Other girls may have treated you like that in the past, but I’m not like other girls, Harry. Two years we’ve been together and you really think that of me? When you guys broke up as a band, and you didn’t know what was going to happen to your music career, who was the one sitting up with you every night holding you whilst you cried? Other girls would have run a mile because of the uncertainty of your future. I love you even if you have nothing!” you shout at him.

Harry shrugs his shoulders and bites his lip. “Look, it’s not even just this causing arguments. They’ve been going on for a while and maybe having Kendall and Cara as friends is something you can’t handle. But I can’t live my life like this anymore. I’m done arguing with you all the time” he tells you softly.

“You’re making it sound like I don’t want you having friends, which isn’t true. I want you to put me first, like you did at the start of our relationship. You would have done anything back then for me, Harry. I hate arguing with you too. Maybe if we arrange some sort of schedule and arrange dates in advance to see each other?” you suggest.

Harry shakes his head. “I think it’s too little too late, (Y/N).”

You frown, your bottom lip beginning to quiver as you ask the dreaded question. “Are you breaking up with me.”

Harry’s eyes avert to the floor once more and the silence between you both speaks more volumes than words ever could.


Your Instagram account had been almost inactive for the first month after the break up, with only the occasional bog-standard photos of new make-up purchases and Starbucks coffee. But no selfies and nothing that indicated any happiness in your life. After three months, your social media accounts portrayed some happiness returning to your life as you took selfies with friends on regular nights out, but Harry knew as well as anyone that social media is one massive cover up for reality. Were you really actually happy? Were you living or were you just alive?

It seemed to him that your life continued to appear happy, but after four months of opening the app, he noticed someone by your side. Photograph after photograph, upload after upload, this person would be stood next to you. You had a side when taking photos with Harry, but now somebody else was standing on Harry’s side, taking his place, standing where he should be standing. Then tagging each other on Twitter began taking place. Simple things such as “coffee dates” and memes.

Five months after the messy break up, Harry sighted a picture of the two of you kissing; you and your new beau, as it was publicised. Your lips on his, no doubt his tongue down your throat and he wanted to vomit. It didn’t make social media, but it made the headlines in the news. The media had left you alone a little while after the break up, but of course, a new relationship for you meant gossip amongst the public, especially One Direction fans and Harry girls, and the tabloids couldn’t resist the opportunity.

Upon reaching seven months, Harry noticed another change in you on social media. You were becoming more and more inactive by the day, rarely replying to tweets and the amount of photographs posted reduced. Anybody else would put it down to business in studying and spending time with loved ones, but Harry knew how much you had loved your interactions on social media, and something didn’t sit quite right with him. But then he remembered that he’s not yours and you’re not his, and you have someone else taking care of you now.


Eight months later, and Harry still had you on his mind almost every minute of the day. He would awake in the morning with the help of his alarm but your hair wasn’t sprawled across the pillows as he would expect; he no longer bothered eating breakfast in the mornings; gone are the days when he used keep something warm on the stove for you, for when you awoke, ensuring you had something warm for your hungry tummy in the mornings; he had nobody to send a morning text to. His routine was completely out of sync and nothing over the last few months made it any better.

He would come home every evening to an empty apartment. He had nobody to cook dinner for. He had nobody to talk to about his day. He had nobody to snuggle up to at night. He had nobody to kiss. He had nobody to love and he had nobody to love him.

Some nights would be simple; Harry would climb into bed and flick on the television, watching a favourite film in which he no longer got pleasure out of. He’d check his social media, and then check yours, before setting his alarm and falling asleep, his dreams of you haunting him throughout the night.

Other nights, he’d yearn for you. He loved you, still loves you, and wants nothing more than to hold you whilst you sleep and keep you safe in his embrace. But he would yearn for you in other ways too, awakening in the night from happy dreams of you, his cock hard for you. He would lay awake between the sheets, grinding his hips into them and rubbing himself vigorously as he imagined being inside of you. He would let himself go completely when he could imagine the moans that would leave your lips, the breathlessness you would encounter, and it was as though he could almost feel you come around him.

He hadn’t been in another relationship since the split, but there had been a couple of one night stands. In a way to get over you, ironically, he would fuck others that had similar traits to you. The same hair colour, the same laugh, the same smile. But neither of those girls were you. He didn’t really want them, they just happened along with the alcohol consumption of both parties involved. After two girls, he stopped. He wasn’t sure if it was the reality of the situation that made him stop, or if it was the slap he received one night.


The music was pounding against the speaker, the DJ’s were screaming out and giving shoutouts, mostly for people’s birthday’s and other celebrations, bartenders were leaning over the bar in an attempt to actually hear what the customers were ordering in the club, and everyone was like sardines, squashed together, but everyone seemed to be enjoying it and having a good time. Everyone except Harry.

He occasionally moved around and shuffled his feet in an attempt to dance, but he felt so lost without you there. He kept an eye out to see if you were around, almost forgetting that you didn’t go there together. He always used to keep an eye on you, making sure you were safe on the dance floor and that no drunken men took advantage of you. He was your protector. 

“What’s your name?” a young blonde asked. That was the only thing that was same about the two of you. You’re blonde and so was she. But she wasn’t you. Harry wasn’t too sure if she was just acting oblivious to the fact that he was the most famous, most well-known person in the club, or whether she was just so drunk that she barely knew her own name, let alone his.

“Harry” he told her, placing his hand on the small of her back and pulling her closer so as they could hear each other’s spoken words over the thumping music.

The girl nods. “Louise” she tells him. “Fancy getting out of here?” she asks. 

Harry nods. He realises she’s not as drunk as he thought she was, but taking in her features, she looked a few years older than him. Maybe she really didn’t know who he was.

“Mine or yours?” she asks as they stumble out of the nightclub and onto the streets of London. Louise quickly hails a taxi as Harry replies, “yours.”

Whilst his own place seemed more appealing as he wouldn’t have the awkward ‘leaving after a shag’ stage, he didn’t want to take her, or anyone, to his bed. Only you got the privilege to be in his bed. He didn’t fuck anyone else in his bed, only you. He didn’t want anyone else to come in the sheets besides the two of you together and for each other.

The taxi ride back to hers was soon over and they stumbled through her apartment, his lips pressed to hers. Their eyes remained closed as he thought about you. Undressing you. Running his hands up and down your body and caressing your breasts as you laid all bare for him, for his eyes only.

Harry breathlessly pulls aways as he lifts up the miniskirt. They both quickly realise this is nothing more than sex up against the wall. She’s not taking him to bed either, and Harry wonders if Louise is also getting over someone. Within the next thought, he doesn’t care. He does’t love Louise. He loves (Y/N).

The blonde grabs at his belt, unbuckling it and unzipping his trousers, his length exposed to her. He quickly reaches into his back pocket before letting his trousers drop and rips open the packaging. Covering himself with the latex, he soon pushes himself into her. She gasps, taking him in, before moving quickly against him.

They’ve both been drinking and he knows his performance will be affected greatly, so he’s not surprised when he quickly comes inside of her, moaning her name. She gasps and he withdraws from her quickly. Before even getting the chance to dress himself, her hand collides with his cheek.

“Louise! I told you my name is Louise!” she yells at him angrily.

And in that moment, he realises that he moaned your name when he came.


He arrived home from the studio and continued his evening rituals. No work the following day meant he could have a later night and whilst he was glad to be able to sleep in later and not have the demands of an alarm clock, he knew from experience that on a day off where he lacked a busy schedule, you would be on his mind more than ever.

The night passed with Harry doing nothing more than eating his evening meal and lounging around in front of the television, flicking through channels to find something to entertain him for a few hours. He occasionally reached for the bottle of whiskey, pouring himself small measures each time. Whilst the drinking had become a regular habit a few months back, Harry had realised that drowning his problems with alcohol helped nobody, not even himself, and he kicked the habit almost as quickly as it had started. No amount of alcohol got you out of his head.

The comedy shows provided some entertainment, and whilst there were a few forced laughs, Harry did find some of the jokes genuinely funny. He couldn’t remember the last time he laughed properly.

Tapping his watch with a yawn, he checked the time. Flicking off the television set, he threw the remotes back on the sofa and picked his body up from the position he had been in for hours. A loud, repeated knock on the door made him jump slightly. The banging got harder and more frantic and he could only wonder who would be calling in on him at this hour. “Alright, I’m coming!” he yelled in frustration. Couldn’t his unwanted and unwelcome guest wait two minutes?!

Heading into the hallway, he unlocked the door, pouting his lips to express his emotion, making sure the person on the other side of it knew he was angry at the disturbance and the complete lack of respect for him and his property. As far as they were aware, he may well have had work the next morning. Swinging the door open,  he gasps, taking in the demeanour of the person standing in front of him, the sight almost killing him as bile rose in his stomach and a nauseous feeling took control of his body.


Demons - 707′s (song) doujinshi (2/3)

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Hi! I finally finished the chapter 2!! For many circumstances it took longer than expected, I’m sorry.
Hum, this is spoiler free, so do not worry! (But chapter 3 will be full of them again).

I always imagined what would be one of those secret agent missions that Seven and Vanderwood constantly talk about.
The truth is that in my mind I imagined so many cool things typical of shonen manga, but … well, for now it’s what I could do.

Again, I want to thank all the people who have written to me. Your comments really give me a lot of encouragement and make me happy. Thank you very much! I really hope you like this chapter too. I am open to comments :)

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Pairing : Professor Loki x Female Reader

Word Counts : 1,878

Summary : You’re a student in one of Professor Laufeyson’s classes, when you make a devastating mistake that will reveal your intimate thoughts of him.

Warnings : None really… just utter deprivation. 

A/N : Modern AU Loki. Y/L/N- Your Last Name. Sorry, but I am just the queen of cliff hangers and I can never resist ;) Thanks for your patience getting this uploaded! Please let me know what you think !

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drunk boyfriend tag

summary: dan and phil get drunk and film the boyfriend tag (similar to what shane dawson did)

tags: alcohol, so much sweetness and cuteness your teeth will hurt, extreme fluff

by: angelboydjh on tumblr

word count: ~1.8k

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dan and phil got a little drunk. they originally got out some Ribena, which is completely unharmful, until dan spotted vodka on the kitchen counter, which they only keep for parties. its almost gone, with a half a bottle left, so dan thought of an idea.

“phil, lets get drunk.” phil looked at dan confused; dan never really likes drinking as much as he used to, hes grown, the satisfaction of being drunk doesnt really thrill as much, and its the same with phil.

“why?” asked phil, sipping his Ribena.

“because why not! we have no meeting tomorrow, we are bored out of our minds, and itll be fun! we’ll even be safe, we can control each other well.” phil thought about it. he never really likes hangovers, who does? he gets them bad, and he knows dan gets them worse, but dan was right, they were extremely bored and had no meetings tomorrow. phil shrugged, and replied with a sure, causing dan to jump up with joy.

dan grabbed the bottle and went to phils room, closing the door, and sitting on his bed. he opens to bottle and pours a lot in his drink, doing the same to phil. there is now many 4 shots full left of the drink and dan was happy he rationed out well.

“wanna do a toast?” asked phil.

“with our vodka filled ribena?” chuckled dan. phil nodded, giggling a little.

“why not?” phil responded, and dan nodded agreeing. they lifted their glass cups up and they look at each other. “to us!”

dan laughed at the cliché, but echoed phil, and a clink noise was heard when the touched glasses. dan downed about half of his drink in that one sip, phil only taking a baby sip.

phil made a face, hating the taste of vodka. dan hid his disgust, looking at phil.

“now we wait.” dan took another sip, already feeling slightly dizzy.


dan was fully drunk. he was giggling, putting his head on phil, slurring his words, all of it.

phil was only tipsy. he didnt drink much yet, only about half of his drink. dan, of course, drank all of it, even the rest in the bottle!

“phil!” dan slurred out, and phil glanced over slowly, so he doesnt get dizzy, and raised his eyebrow. “we should do a boyfriend tag.”

phil thought about this. is he that drunk that he doesnt really care if they do one or not? yes. he doesnt really care, its not like itll be posted. phil knows better than that.

“sure.” phil got up to get his camera from the other side of the room, and dan plopped on the bed laughing at who knows what.

it took phil about 2 minutes to set up everything for filming, and an extra 5 minutes to find good goddamn questions.

he finally found some question, a total of twenty. he can barely read them because of his blurry vision, and since he didnt have neither his contacts or glasses on. so he grabbed his glasses from the bed side and put them on to see if itll help. nope. he took another sip of his drink and locked his phone. he’ll cross that bridge when he gets to it. he gets up and turns on the camera, praying to god its in focus.

“dan, its on, we are filming.” once those words left phils mouth, dan shot up from phils bed and looked at phil.

“okay, okay, okay, okay,” he kept repeating that until he finally was next to phil on the bed facing the camera. phil giggled at dan, dan looking at him with his red cheeks.

“okay, ready, babe?” asked phil, seeing double of dan. dan nodded, and smiled at phil and then at the camera.

“okay,” phil breathed in and then ‘took in his persona’.

“hey guys!” he said cheerfully, but all it did is make him dizzy. dan was like, on top of phil, so hes grateful that he was, or phil wouldve fallen over.

“im here with dan.” phil pointed at him, and dan waved, his white oversized cat shirt being exposed, and you could even see his naked legs, since hes wearing shorts. “we are doing the boyfriend tag.” phil said slowly, and dan nodded jumping up and down on the bed.

“phil is my boyfriend! boyfriend phil! philip lester, boyfriend!” he yelled, making phil giggle.

“okay, want ask the questions, or do u want me go ask them?” asked phil to dan.

“ask me the questions! then we will do it back!” dan suggested, and phil nodded encouragingly.

“okay, first question.” phil unlocked his phone and read it very carefully.

“when is my birthday?” he asked. “bonus points for the zodiac sign!”

“january 30th, that makes you a……” he strung out the 'a’ to think. “an Aquarius! aquarium.” he laughed, and phil chuckled.

“correct baby.” he leaned in to kiss dan, and dan kissed him, tasting of vodka and ribena.

“okay, now,” phil was going to go to the next question, but dan protested.

“now do mine! do mine!” dan pouted, crossing his arms.

“june 11th! youre a gemini.” phil stuttered out, making dan laugh.

“lucky guess.” he muttered jokingly.

“next question,” phil scrolled down the page. “where did i grow up?”

“im too drunk for this phil!!” he moaned out. “the north! thats all youre getting.”

“well, youre not wrong.” said phil. “ill give you the point.”

“what about me?” asked dan.

“the south.”

“ugh! exact place!”

“not fair, you didnt do that for me!”

“ugh, whatever.” dan pouted again.

“wipe that pout off your face princess.” phil whispered, grabbing dans chin.

“im just kidding philly!” dan kissed phil, getting him off guard.

“okay, next,” phil asked. “whats my middle name?”

“michael! these are too easy! i want harder ones. test me!” dan groaned out, and phil rolled his eyes.

“okay, okay,” phil said. he scrolled down to another website, which had different questions. “how about this: where was our first date?”

“EASY!” he yelled, throwing his hands up. “well, kinda,” he muttered. “its hard!”

“well, tell me.” phil said suggestively, leaning closer to dan.

“we first met of course at the train station,” he muttered out. “and then we went straight to your house, and, did things. does that count as a first date?” this took him way too long to say, as he was stuttering madly.

“yes, it does. great job, cutie.” phil said happily and leaned in for a kiss.

“okay, let me ask the question!” phil started to give him the phone, but dan refused, saying he wants go make one up.

“whats the first thing you notice about me?” he asked a bashful.

“your smile.” phil said simply. no explanation was needed to make dan feel all warm inside. dan covered his face and leaned on phils shoulder, grinning like mad.

once he got up, he looked at phil, seeing his wonderful, eyes.

“you know what mine is.” he muttered, almost inaudible. it was phils turn to blush. they lean in and kiss once again, but longer than before.

when they pulled apart, dan was seeing actual stars, and couldnt even understand what was happening, completely forgot about the video.

“oh my god, i love you so much.” he said in a shush tone, with phils hand on his cheek. they were only a few inches away from each other, and phil loved it. phil was exploding every inch of dans face, and so was dan. every moment phil made, it made him more dizzy and more dazed, but he didnt care.

within a few moments, they both locked eyes, and somehow, both remembered they were recording.

“uh, one more question,” phil stuttered out, as dan looked around for his almost empty drink. “okay, last question. what is my favorite color?”

“easy, blue.” dan said, as he drank his final sips of his drink before crushed it and threw it.

“hey!” phil protested, looking over at the cup.

“ill pick it ip later, babe.” dan slurred out almost incoherently. “whats mine?”

“easy, pink.” phil mocked. dan smiled softly, putting his arms around phils neck, phil put this hands on dans waist.

“what kind of pink?” he muttered, with his sloppy grin on his face, his curly hair perfect in tack still. (which surprised phil)

“pastel.” dan groaned jokingly, letting his head drop down onto phils shoulders.

“oh my god, i tried to trick you!” dan yelled.

“well, you didnt. 8 years of friendship pays off.” phil joked. dan put his head on phils shoulder, his head facing the camera.

“can we finish? i wanna cuddle with you watch disney movies.” phil chuckled and nodded.

“we’ll finish, lets do the outro.” phil tapped dan, so he can get up from his shoulder, but dan didnt move a muscle, indicating hes not moving.

“okay, well, goodbye everyone, please like a subscribe to me and dans channel, and our gaming channel! love you!” he waved and awkwardly looked at dan.

“i need to turn off that camera baby.” dan groaned and got up from phils shoulder. phil got up and turned off the camera, sitting right on his bed again next to dan.

“can we just cuddle?” phil can tell dan was getting tired, and getting all drained. he gets like this when hes drunk, but also after recording videos.

“of course, princess.” phil laid down, then wrapping his arms around dan who is not next to them. they peacefully fall asleep, with the lights on and phils snoring.


it was the morning, and phil is posting his premade video on lessamazingphil, just a quick vlog from florida. its taking surprisingly long to process, since its only 2 minutes, but phil didnt question it. its almost done, so phil went to go see dan, who has the worst hangover ever.

“how are you baby?” asked phil, laying next to dan.

“better, how bad was it?” he asked, and phil laughed.

“you were fine, not as bad as a few months ago, but you were not any better.” dan groaned, and at that moment his phone dinged. he unlocked his phone to see the notification, YouTube popping up, and it was phils new video.

“uh, phil.” dan said.

“yes?” phil hummed.

“you posted the wrong video.”

“what?” phil yelled a little too loudly for dan, as he backed away and gave phil his phone in just one beat.

“i uploaded our drunk boyfriend tag.” dans eyes widen.

“we filmed a video? no way, i dont remember this. did we kiss?”

“i was drunk too!”

“well, i would keep it up.”


“we already made this mistake once, lets just let them have what they want.”

171201 N Fancafe

오늘은 DIY엔이라 불러주세요

Call me DIY N today 

방을 혼자쓰기 시작하면서 애들이 자꾸 침대 좀 바꾸라고 했지만,
뭔가 아깝기도 하고 도배도 새로한 김에, 침대 프레임을 하나 구입했는데요.
오늘은 그 이야기를 들려드릴까 합니다!!

When I started using my own room, the kids kept saying to change the beds, but it seemed a waste, so when getting new wallpaper, I bought a bed frame too.
Today I will tell you that story!!

1망했다 - 1 Doomed

2대략난감 - 2 Unbearable

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EXO / Their S/O is insecure

REQUEST: Lmao, and I was wondering if you would be willing to do a reaction thing for EXO where the reader is insecure about their appearance and overall self, feeling like they’re not enough, and the EXO members comfort them? Or something like that?

Thank you for this request @babyfairyjongin ! I hope you enjoy ❤️

WARNING: some sensitive topics, i.e. insecurity about appearance, etc.


Originally posted by earthlyjongin

Minseok was very alarmed when he heard whimpering coming from your shared bedroom. Thinking that you were in pain and needed his help, he entered without knocking, even though he knew you were supposed to be dressing up for your date night.

He found you on the floor in front of your closet with your face in your hands.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” he asked slowly.

You shook your head, still not removing your hands from your face. “I’m so sick of this.”

“Of what, baby?” Minseok asked, feeling his stomach drop, as he squatted next to you. “What’s the matter?”

“I look like shit,” you told him. “In every piece of clothing I have. And without it, too. I just… I hate this. I hate myself. There’s nothing that can make me look good.”

Minseok’s heart ached to hear you say these words and not understand how wrong they were.

“B-but I don’t understand,” he said in a scared voice. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Why would you not see that?”

You finally moved your hands away from your face and looked at him with tear-stained cheeks. Minseok thought he felt his heart stop beating at the sight of you in this state.

“There’s nothing to see,” you told him. “I’m hideous.”

No longer desiring to hear another word coming out of your mouth, he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“I can’t believe you’re even saying that,” he said as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. “Do you not see the way you light up the room when you enter it? Do you not notice how everyone’s eyes follow you when you walk? It’s not just guys, it’s girls, animals, other things. It’s everyone. It drives me mad from jealousy, but I guess that’s the price I pay for being in a relationship with the most beautiful person on the planet.”

“What are you even talking about, Minseok?” you said, trying to wipe the tears away from your face. “No one’s eyes follow me, they—”

“How would you know? You always look down when you walk,” he didn’t even let you finish. “You never see the way others admire you. You never see yourself the way others see you.”

You stayed quiet, looking down and trying to let his words sink in. “Minseok…”

“Y/n, you don’t deserve to think you don’t belong in this world when this world belongs to you.”


Originally posted by asstheticsuho

Junmyeon came back home after midnight. He thought you were already asleep, which is why he flinched when he entered the bedroom and saw you sitting in bed, cross-legged, your laptop in front of you, the light from which, illuminated your teary eyes.

“Y/n..? Wh-what’s wrong?” he said, not knowing where to start asking questions. “Why are you awake? And why are you crying?”

You shook your head, sniffling, and trying to wipe the tears away, but they kept on coming.

“It’s all true,” you said. “People tweet me about all of these awful things, like, how bad my skin looks in my pictures, or about the shape of my body… and all of it is true.”

“What?” Junmyeon frowned, suddenly walking towards the bed and leaning in to see what you were reading on your laptop.

He came face-to-face with your Twitter mentions and was a little caught off guard at the amount of hate comments you received.

“You’ve been reading this?” he asked you.

You just nodded.

“Why?” Junmyeon asked, then.

“I don’t know,” you said. “I just felt really bad about myself today. Sometimes, I read what people write to me about to make myself feel better. Usually, they’re very nice. Even the simplest “hi” has ten heart emojis next to it, and it warms my heart, but… today I came across so many people who agree with me and think that I have too many flaws to count.”

“Flaws?” Junmyeon sat down on the bed next to you. He still hadn’t taken his coat off. “What flaws, baby? You’re perfect.”

You laughed sarcastically. “Yeah, right. Tell that to the dry skin on my face. Or to the cellulite on my thighs. Or to the—”

“I’m going to stop you right there,” he said. “I know you can name multiple things that you hate about yourself. And, for the life of me, I cannot understand where does that hate come from. But, baby, please understand that it’s just you. It’s all in your head. If you believed you were as beautiful as I believe you are, you’d see the world in different colors.”

You shook your head. “Not even believing I’m beautiful would help hide my obvious flaws.”

“Your flaws is what makes you so flawless to me,” Junmyeon told you. “And I promise you, I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make you see yourself through my eyes.”


Originally posted by ingchya

Yixing and you were having a lazy day at home. You wore no make-up and were in sweats, which is why you repeatedly told him no when he got his phone out to take a picture with you.

“Come on, just one,” he begged you with those puppy-dog eyes of his.

You groaned, immediately losing every battle against him when he looked at you like that. “Fine, just one.”

With the smile similar to that of a child’s on Christmas, Yixing got his phone out, turned the camera on, and extended his hand to capture both of your faces. He took a picture, and just as you were turning away from the camera, he placed his lips on your cheek and took another picture.

“You said one!” you shouted, watching as he kept pressing the camera button and therefore taking more pictures of your shocked face.

Yixing laughed when you tackled him, trying to get him to stop taking pictures. Once he finally stopped, you pouted and pulled away from him.

“I love this one,” Yixing told you, showing you the picture where he was kissing your cheek with mischievous eyes. Your eyes were closed in the picture, and lips slightly parted in shock. And yet, you couldn’t help but notice every single imperfection on your bare, makeup-less face.

“I’m going to upload it to Twitter,” he announced.

“What?” your eyes widened. “Yixing, no. I look horrible!”

“No, you don’t,” he said, almost automatically, as he was already turning on the Twitter app. “You look great, as always.”

“No, seriously, please don’t upload it anywhere.”

Sensing the sadness in your voice, Yixing finally looked up from his phone to see your stressed face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “You look good, I swear. You always do.”

You shook your head. “I don’t have any make-up on.”

“Fantastic! You look even better.”

“No,” you groaned. “I look horrible. At least, crop me out of the picture.”

“I’m not cropping my girlfriend out of the picture,” he said, almost angry that you even suggested this idea. He grabbed the phone and proceeded to upload the picture. “I love you and I want the world to be jealous because I got lucky.”

“Yeah,” you scoffed. “You’ll really show them you’re lucky when I look that ugly in the picture.”

Yixing was typing the caption of the picture, but he stopped moving as soon as you said those words. Putting his phone down, he focused all of his attention on you.

“Okay, you don’t like the picture,” he said. “I understand. I won’t upload it, then. But please don’t ever call yourself that because it’s a lie. You’re the most beautiful person in the world.”

“Yixing, you don’t have to—”

“No, I do have to,” Yixing said, not letting you finish. “I don’t want you telling anyone that you don’t think you’re beautiful. More importantly, I don’t want to hear you say this to yourself. So, if I have to spend every upcoming day reminding you that I love you and that you’re gorgeous until you finally believe me, then I’ll gladly do that.”


Originally posted by dearbyun

Baekhyun just stared at you after you told him you wouldn’t go with him to the dinner SM was hosting. The company had invited you as well, and Baekhyun was shaking with excitement about not having to go to this event alone. But then, his excitement evaporated when he found out that you didn’t want to go with him.

“Why not?” he asked you.

“Because there’ll be people there,” you said, looking away from him. “And they’ll talk.”

“Okay. Talking is a thing that nearly all people do,” Baekhyun nodded, not understanding what you were getting at.

“No, I mean, they’ll talk about me,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest in an attempt to shield yourself. “And I can guarantee they won’t like me. They’ll find a way to convince you that you don’t like me either.”

“They have nothing to convince me of because I don’t like you,” he said. “I love you. And if you think they won’t like you because you’re my girlfriend then—”

“It’s not that,” you cut him off. “I mean, it’s that, but… there’s also the fact that I’m not good enough for you and I don’t want people to see that.”

“You’re not good enough for me?” Baekhyun asked, eyes widening in disbelief. “Wh-where did that come from? Why do you think that?”

“I don’t think that. I know that.”

“Baby, no,” Baekhyun shook his head, putting his hands on your shoulders. “You don’t know anything. You don’t know that I wake up every morning thanking the God for giving me the chance to meet you and for giving me the opportunity to fall in love with you. You don’t know that I stare at your pictures when I’m away, not able to understand how did I get so lucky to have a girlfriend who’s as perfect as you. Perfect in every way.”

You felt tears start to pool in your eyes, and all words escaped you. You stayed quiet, no longer able to reply.

“God put extra work into you, Y/n,” Baekhyun told you, then. “And then He blessed me by bringing you into my life. So, please, don’t ever disrespect me by saying that you’re not good enough for me. Because you’re more than good. You’re perfect.”


Originally posted by lullabyun

Jongdae raised his eyebrows when you asked him to leave the room so you could change.

“Babe, I’ve seen you naked,” he said, a small smirk playing on his lips already.

Ignoring the blush that crept up your cheeks, you shook your head. “Yeah, but it was in the dark.”

“So?” Jongdae still didn’t understand. “I’m not going to stare if that makes you uncomfortable, but I don’t think you should be embarrassed about changing in front of me. I mean, you’ve seen me change in front of you plenty of times.”

“Yeah but your body looks like it’s been sculpted by gods,” you said, making Jongdae laugh.

“And yours doesn’t?” he replied, still laughing.

After you didn’t reply anything and instead focused your gaze on the floor, Jongdae stopped laughing.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, suddenly serious. “Why don’t you want me to see you?”

“Because I look nothing like you,” you replied quietly. “I look hideous.”

Jongdae couldn’t breathe all of a sudden.

“What?” he asked. “Do you really think that about yourself?”

You remained silent.

“Y/n,” Jongdae said, getting up from the armchair that he was sitting on. “Please tell me you’re just joking and you don’t actually think that about yourself. Because if you’re not – if you’re serious about this – then you’re living a lie.”

“Jongdae, don’t,” you said, sighing. “I’ve been stuck in this body for all of my life. I’ve come to accept it for the way it looks but I know very well that it’s far from perfect.”

“Far from perfect?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “You are the definition of perfect. I can’t believe you’re not in love with your body.”

“How could I be?” you asked. “How could anyone be?”

“I’ll tell you how,” Jongdae said, placing his hands on your hips. “It doesn’t matter what you look like. What matters is the way you see yourself. And I see you as absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful. And that’s what you are to me. And there’s not a thing in this world that could change this for me. You could gain fifty, or a hundred, or however many pounds, and you’d still be the most beautiful person on the planet for me. You could lose as many pounds, too, and I’d still wake up every morning telling you how gorgeous you were.”

You watched him while Jongdae caressed every little crevice of your body with his eyes.

“So, if I can see you as beautiful,” he continued. “Then there’s nothing stopping you from seeing yourself that way, too.”


Originally posted by channiesdimple

Chanyeol hurriedly made his way to your apartment after you had texted him that you’ve failed your exam. You told him you just wanted to be alone for a while, but he wasn’t going to hear it.

He let himself in using a spare key and headed straight for your bedroom.

Once he opened the door, his heart got caught in his throat. He saw you lying down on your bed in a fetal position, and the only thing disturbing the perfect silence in your apartment was your quiet sobs.

“Y/n?” Chanyeol called out quietly. “It’s me, baby.”

You didn’t raise your head but tried to control your sobs long enough to ask, “What are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t leave you alone,” he said, crawling into bed next to you. “Come on, talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

He raised your body and placed it over his so that he was now cradling you in his arms with your head on his chest. You knew very well your tears would stain his favorite grey t-shirt and Chanyeol knew it, too, but that was the least of his worries right now.

“I f-failed, Chanyeol,” you told him through the tears. “I was the only one in my class who f-failed.”

“Things like that happen, baby,” he told you as he softly rocked back and forth with you in his arms, in an attempt to calm you down. “Maybe the teacher didn’t like your answers. Maybe you didn’t study the right material.”

“This isn’t the first time,” you said. “I’ve failed another exam last month. I-I’m not capable of anything.”

“No,” Chanyeol said. “You’re capable of so many things.”

“I’m not,” you said with a sob. “I can’t even pass a simple exam.”

“Don’t let stupid exams determine your worth,” he said. “You’re capable of supporting yourself. You’re capable of being there for others when they need you. You’re capable of loving. I think that matters much more than passing an exam, in the long run.”

“I can’t have a future without exams, Chanyeol,” you said. “So, even if you’re right, these abilities won’t overshadow the fact that I’m just not smart enough.”

“Yes, you are,” he said, strictly. “Exams test your memory, not your knowledge. So, if you forgot some things and didn’t answer some questions, it doesn’t suddenly mean that you’re stupid. It just means that you forgot. And that happens sometimes.”

You didn’t reply anything and just allowed yourself to be held in his arms.

“I love you,” Chanyeol whispered. “I’ll help you study for your upcoming exams and I promise you’ll pass them with flying colors. It’ll all be okay. And even if it won’t be, I’ll be right here with you and I’ll do everything to make it okay.”


Originally posted by kuroijack

It’s just been one of those days. Nothing too horrible happened, but nothing good happened, either. It felt like you failed every small task you did, and although it seemed like nothing at first, later it all added up together.

You were in your bedroom, sitting on the floor with your back leaning against the wall, your hands in your hair, and tears pouring out of your eyes. The thoughts of not being good enough at anything clouded your brain and it all just got too much.

You heard the door of your bedroom open, and you saw Kyungsoo walk inside through your peripherals, but you didn’t raise your head to look at him.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, moving your hands to cover your face from him.

“You weren’t replying to my texts for thirty minutes,” he said. “I became concerned. And not without a reason, apparently. What’s going on, Y/n? Why are you on the floor and why are you crying?”

“Because I’m a failure,” you replied simply. “I suck at everything. I can’t even reply to your texts.”

You heard Kyungsoo sit down on the floor next to you and a few seconds later felt his strong arms pull you towards him so that you were leaning on his shoulder.

“It’s been a long day, hasn’t it, baby?” he said, caressing your hair. “You’re just tired.”

You shook your head. “It’s not just that. I’m just… I don’t know what I am. But I’m below average in everything. It’s like… there’s not a single thing that I can do well enough.”

“That’s not true,” Kyungsoo disagreed. “There’s plenty of things that you can do well enough. There’s even one thing that you can do perfectly and no one else can do it better than you.”

“Yeah? What is that?” you asked, skepticism clear in your voice even through tears.

“Being Y/n. Being you,” he said. “Maybe it feels like things are all getting out of hand and maybe you think you’re not good enough, but that’s just a temporary feeling. It’s going to go away. You just need to rest. You need to look at everything from a new perspective.”

“It’s not going to help,” you insisted. “I’m going to fail everything, and fall on my ass again. Literally.”

You felt Kyungsoo stand up from the spot on the floor. As you looked up at him in confusion, you saw him extend his hand for you to take.

“Let’s go to sleep,” he said. “I want you to see that I was right and that nothing will seem as dark and gloomy in the morning. And if it will, I’ll be here with you. If you fall, I’ll be there to catch you. I promise you that.”


Originally posted by buylosecontrol-moved

At first, the idea of going shopping with your boyfriend excited you. The two of you laughed at each other when store mannequins scared you, you made fun of ridiculous patterns on some new, supposedly fashionable clothes, and you walked hand-in-hand everywhere, making others smile at your obvious love.

The real reason why you went shopping, however, was because you needed to buy something to wear for your friend’s birthday party. And yet, you didn’t find anything in any of the stores that you entered.

“What about this?” Jongin asked, pulling a short black dress from a nearby rack, as the two of you looked around the sixth or seventh clothing store in a row.

“Pretty,” you nodded in approval. “But too short.”

Jongin nodded, and hung it back, pulling another dress out. This one was white, it had a glittery top and a flowy skirt attached to it. You definitely liked this dress and Jongin could see it in the way you bit your lip.

“Go, try it on,” he encouraged, giving you the hanger. “I’ll be right outside of the changing room.”

Not getting a chance to refuse, you took the hanger with the dress from him, sighed, and headed into the changing room.

Even before you put the dress on, you already knew it wouldn’t look right. It would sag in all of the wrong places and it would accentuate all of the wrong features.

And you were right. As you watched yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t stop pulling the dress down to cover more of your legs, and then pulling the cleavage up, so it’d cover more skin up there, too.

“Can I see it?” you heard Jongin ask outside of the curtain that separated the changing room from the waiting area.

“Uh, no,” you said, adjusting the sleeves of the dress so it would look better, but nothing seemed to help.

“Why not?” you heard your boyfriend ask. “Is the size wrong?”

“It’s not the size that’s wrong,” you said before you could stop yourself. “It’s me.”

The curtain flew open all of a sudden, and you gasped at the sight of Jongin stepping into the changing room with you. Determination in his eyes was soon replaced by admiration as his eyes scanned your body.


“The dress looks perfect on you,” he told you right away. “Actually, I’m sure any dress would look perfect on you but this one really accentuates your features.”

You looked at your reflection in the mirror. “I’m not sure if we’re looking at the same dress here.”

Jongin walked behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, so he could watch your reflection from the same spot as you did.

“Nope,” he said. “I’m pretty sure it’s the same dress, same body, same girl.”

“It just doesn’t fit,” you told him. “Nothing fits me.”

His grip on you tightened. “I fit you.”

You laughed at this and Jongin smiled widely. “I can’t wear you to a party, Jongin.”

“Maybe not,” he said. “But you can wear anything else as long as you stop paying attention to the little details that you don’t like. Because it’s you who makes this dress look beautiful, and not the other way around.”


Originally posted by ethereal-baek

“But it’s hot!” Sehun said for the millionth time in the last twenty minutes. “Do you not like the sea? The sand? The cold wind blowing in your hair… Your shirtless boyfriend around you…”

You rolled your eyes. “If you promise me I won’t get any weird looks by wearing jeans and a t-shirt on the beach, then sure, we can go.”

“Why does it matter?” he asked. “You can wear whatever you want on the beach. Though the outfit you mentioned is not exactly what I imagined you in…”

“I’m not wearing anything else.”

“Why not?”

You didn’t know how to explain to him that you weren’t comfortable and confident enough to wear a swimsuit in a place full of so many people, even if the unwritten rule of the beach was that people had to wear swimming attire.

“I just don’t want to wear bikinis,” you finally decided to say. “Or other type of swimsuit. I’m not that big a fan of swimming anyway.”

“Okay,” Sehun said. “Then don’t. I’m not going to force you to wear something you’re not comfortable in. Just come with me.”

“The people, Sehun,” you sighed again. “They’re more judgemental if you’re not wearing a swimsuit than if you are, even if you look horrible in it.”

“First of all,” he said. “If you think you look horrible in a swimsuit, I can make you a PowerPoint presentation that would prove you otherwise. Second of all, who cares about what people think?”

“I do!” you said. “I don’t know why, but I do.”

Sehun nodded. “Okay. Well, as much as I want you to wear a swimsuit, I’m also fine with you wearing whatever you’re comfortable with. And if you see anyone giving you a dirty look, I’ll flash them.”

“Flash them?” you asked, a little confused. “With what?”

Sehun smirked, wiggling his eyebrows, and you understood what he meant without hearing him say it.

“You’re disgusting,” you said, slapping his shoulder.

He laughed at this. “No, but really, Y/n. Come to the beach with me. Wear a fur coat for all I care. I want to show you that you can enjoy yourself and forget about what everyone else thinks. And maybe when you realize that, you’ll finally be comfortable enough to wear whatever you want wherever you want. And I will – of course – be right behind you, screaming at every guy that’s staring at you that I’m your boyfriend.”

Pregnancy series #2– Telling them (part two) (707, Zen, V, Saeran)

Damn, i am on an upload frenzy! This is to make up for the late uploads and to celebrate the end of exams! Hope you enjoy!

Part 1 Here (Yoosung and Jumin)

Masterlist Here


You were trying to figure out how all of this would work. The two of you were not married, Saeyoung was basically a hyperactive puppy, Saeran was a basically a teen going through a phase, so how the hell were you going to raise a new-born child on top of that. In addition to all of this, not forgetting that your parents hated Saeyoung with a passion, how the hell is seven going to even hold a new-born child if he can’t handle looking after a cat without terrifying it. After some deep thinking on the toilet seat and getting over the initial fact that you were going to be having Saeyoungs’ child, you decided to tell him in the most creative way possible.

Saeyoung came home later that evening whilst shouting “ Honey, Saeran, God Seven is home”, he went into the kitchen to grab some honey buddah chips and was left in shock once he saw ‘Congrats , you are going to be a dad’ , was written out on the counter in honey buddah chips.

“Surprise!” you said as you jumped up feeling proud of yourself

“MY CHIPS!” Saeyoung screamed out

“You son of a -!”


You had just accidently revealed that you were pregnant to Zen whilst he was on phone with you whilst he was on tour. The other end of the line was deadly quiet, you had even been checking to see if the line had been cut off by accident. Zen finally took in a breath of air before muttering out the words “Please skype me” before hanging up.

You quickly went over to the computer, logged into skype and called Zen. He took a few moments to pick up but when he finally did, the shock was still there, clear on his face. His eyes were widened as well was his mouth, his hair was a bit scruffier than it normally was and he was muttering words to himself.

“I’m going to be a dad, I’m going to be a dad I’m going to be a da-“


“What?” He replied looking up from his hands

“You will be a great dad, do not worry”

“Oh trust me I know, it’s the other boys I am worried about. 707 would probably drop him/her. Jumin would try and raise them to be an emotionless robot. Jahee would make the depressed. Yoosung will make them addicted to gaming and oh god if it’s a girl, they will be obviously blessed with my stunning looks with your cute looks, the boys in her school would never leave her alone. Oh god, oh god, oh god” he continued to ramble on.


Saeran was still not back from his last breakdown. You sighed as you reluctantly glanced at the clock; it was 11:47pm. It was getting too late and you did not trust him to be out alone this late. You went on to grab your coat, his coat and a pair of shoes and began walking down the street, in hope to find your husband.

It had been around 5 minutes of you calling for him until you finally saw a red haired boy sitting alone on the park bench. You cautiously made your way towards the man and sighed in relief once you saw that it was the man you had been looking for. You sat down next to him and placed the jacket in his lap. “Here, it cold” you mumbled.

Thank you” he said quietly whilst putting it on. It was a few moment of silence before he said” You know that I know right?”

“What?” you asked confused.

“I know that you are pregnant. You left your pregnancy test on the bathroom counter and I saw it before I left”

“oh…” you replied quietly, unsure of what to say know.

“I-I’m sorry. I know I am not the best husband. I know you deserve better. I know that every day is a living hell, with me yelling at you for things that you definitely do not deserve. But I want to be a good dad. I never knew my dad, and you already know about my mum. But I know you will be nothing like my mum, so I want to be the same. I promise you, that I am going to try my hardest to be the best dad I can be” he said in one go, with a few stutters here and there.

You smiled happily and took his hands in yours. “Don’t worry, I know you will” you said with a smile.


The two of you had just had another argument about if whether or not Jihyun should have the eye surgery or not, and it was the worst one yet. The both of you were screaming at each other, every name under the sun was being called out. But you had had enough. You simply just stood there, leaning against the wall, letting him get whatever he wanted off his chest. Not only were you fed up with having pointless arguments, your voice was strained, your tear ducts were dry and in addition to that, all this arguing and extra stress was not good for the baby at all.

V had finally stopped arguing for a second as he notices that you were no longer paying attention. He just looked at you staring into space with an annoyed expression on your face.

“What? You finally had enough and you are going to agree to let me do what I want?” he spat out harshly as he took a seat on the bed and dropped his cane.

You sighed as you stood up straight and stretched your arms. You slowly walked over to where he was and stood in front of him whilst looking down.

“You know what, I do not even care anymore. I just do not care. I do not understand why you feel the need to remain blind even though we know the true intentions of Rika. If you never want to see the bright colours of our environments again, fine. If you ever want to see your photographs, fine. But if you never want to see what your own child looks like, don’t you think that that is a bit cruel?” You said, barely above a whisper.

It took a few moments for the news to settle in. He stood up and took of his dark sunglasses and stared at you with his piercing blue eyes.

“Y-you’re pregnant?” he stuttered out. You gave a timid nod in reply.  He sighed as he rubbed his face with his hands but then embraced you in a large bear hug.

Okay, okay. Maybe I am being stubborn and I did take it too far. I cannot promise anything, but I will promise to think about it in more detail, I am so happy that

we are finally going to have a child” he mumbled through your hair.

You sighed as you hugged him back, It was not ideal, but at least it was a start.

Yuri on Ice BD choreography commentary translation - Volume 3

I’m alive… There were too many things this month, I can’t believe we’re already halfway through. Anyway, finally, here’s the full translation of the choreography commentary from the BD/DVD vol.3. The commentary is by Kenji Miyamoto & Mitsurou Kubo, as usual. This time it’s Minami’s FS, Phichit’s SP, Leo’s SP and Chris’ SP. More programs so of course it’s longer than usual.

-It’s two people talking, not a written interview, so expect them to hop from one subject to another within the same sentence… Even if it sounds a bit unconnected at times, that’s how they said it.
-I still arranged it a little to make it easier to understand as written material, by removing lots of “ehm” “uuhm” “you know” “yes” (I especially removed all instances where someone says “yes” in the middle of the other speaking) and fumbled words.
-Amusingly enough both their initials are KM/MK, but I used the surname initials so M is Miyamoto and K is Kubo.
-I put (LOL) when they’re laughing because otherwise some lines might sound serious while they’re actually joking.

Do NOT use this translation for subtitles, in ANY way.
I don’t support the upload of bonuses contained in BDs/DVDs, as they are meant to be (as the word says) bonuses for the people who spent money to purchase them. If you like a series so much that you absolutely need to watch the bonus contents, please buy the BDs/DVDs.

Translation under the cut since it’s twice the usual length.

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Reasons why I think people ship Syndisparklez part 2:

Part 1 here

1. Reactions to the first kiss:

- Jordan’s reaction included noises that sound like he didn’t think he’d like it and then it was surprisingly pleasing (at 15:05, the link already has the time built in):

Also here’s the excerpt:

Another important thing is that Jordan said he wasn’t drunk, which made us realize that it was a lot more consensual then we thought in the first place (yes, there were posts talking about how the whole thing was problematic and people wrote fics about how Jordan was so drunk he couldn’t even stand up. So knowing he was fairly sober made me and a lot of people feel much better about the whole situation). Also Tom said he didn’t have a hangover, which made us believe he wasn’t really drunk either ( - at 3:46).

- Tom’s reaction was that he really liked it:

2. New York:

- Unfortunately those who missed the livestream probably won’t ever see all the Syndisparklez moments that happened that night. The audio was terrible (I mean seriously, the organizers of the event were really unprofessional) so Jordan decided not to upload his stream even though he had better audio than Tom. 

Tom did upload his: (there’s also a part 1 that’s only 24 minutes long cause his stream crashed, I don’t remember if there are Syndisparklez moments in there, you’re welcome to check), but just beware of really bad audio quality, you can barely hear him and Jordan even less. The bummer is that on Jordan’s stream you could hear both of them but he didn’t upload it. If anyone recorded the stream that night, could you please let us know?

- But there’s one screenshot I took at the end (which isn’t on Tom’s stream but was on Jordan’s) where Tom couldn’t hold back any longer and tickled Jordan’s shoulder:

Screenshots of the tickle that smorescake took (at least I think so; it was posted on their blog):

- Tom’s vlog of the day they spent together at New York is full of Syndisparklez stuff:

Video highlights of the vlog:

Look at his pants, they’re ridiculous:

This is the most romantic walk to the toilet:

Other highlights: 

  •  I love you to pieces:
    Tom: Jordan listen, listen, listen alright? I love you to pieces…
    Jordan: By the way…
    Tom: No green shorts, but… *zooms in on Jordan’s ‘shoes’*
    Jordan: What are thoooose?
    Tom: *What* *are* those*? I’m not even doing the ‘what are those’. I’m genuinely asking. Are they loafers?
    Jordan: I don’t know what you call them.
    Tom: Loafers. You’re a loaf of bread.
  • Tom searching desperately for Jordan cause he loses sight of him for a second.
  • Tom zooming in way too close on Jordan’s face quite a few times.

3. Conventions in June 2016:

- Tom texted Jordan while drunk asking him to loan his house for a party (2:27):

  • Tom: Hey, if I did ever do it I’d give you buttery nipples all night long.
    Jordan: Mmmmm, oh that’s…
    Tom: In a sexual term.
    Jordan: That’s more tempting.

- He asked Jordan to give him a return kiss and looked really bummed out when Jordan backed out and walked away (6:14):

Excerpt instead of whole video:

  • Tom: sneaks up behind Jordan with his phone recording so Jordan sees the phone right in front of his face before he sees Tom
    Jordan: Oh! Hi!
    Tom: laughs
    Jordan: That was abrupt.
    Tom: Do I get a kiss now? turns his cheek to Jordan You gotta return the favor. taps his cheek
    Jordan: stares at the camera awkwardly
    Tom: Jor… looking dejected
    Person behind camera: Ooh, ooh…
    Jordan: opens mouth as if to say something, still looking really awkward, then closes his mouth and backs right out of the frame and walks away
    Tom: walks forward looking really sad

4. Pokemon GO:

- Highlights from the Pokemon GO adventures that Jordan and Tom had with their friends:


Tom comes back to Los Angeles and Jordan stars in two of his vlogs. In them they both act like boyfriends.

Highlights from the first video (

  • Tom: (sees Mclaren) Oh my gosh Jordan you fucking sexual man!
    Tom: Can I have your baby?
    Jordan: Um if you want…
    Tom: Can I have your baby?
    Jordan: I know a lot of…
    Tom: Dude we’ve already been shipped. We’ve already been shipped!
    Jordan: A lot of people on tumblr would love that.
    Tom: Yeah, can we have babies then? (Jordan: ye, yeah) Can I have your babies (Jordan: yeah) and can this (points at Mclaren) be my, be my present to be your husband? (Jordan grins and nods: yeah)
    Miniladd: Can I be in the background to make weird faces again?
    Tom: God you shit! (I think? I didn’t hear it well)

    (conversation copied from my post on my main blog:

  • They act soft around each other.
  • Jordan grinning when Tom points the camera at him and then laughing in happiness at the grin:
  • Tom has visible hickeys at the end of the video:

Highlights from the second video ( - 9:49, before that he goes iceskating with other people):

Bonus stuff:

- Twitter since December:

‘Get a cleaner side shave and I’d fuck you (no homo)’ -

‘You look like Dwayne Johnson’ -

‘I’d love to skeet with you’ -

‘Will gladly compare dick sizes’ -

‘Thanks bae’ -

‘Date night *smirk*’ -

*kisses pp better* -

pp kissing ship support -

‘Will you be my valentine?’ -

- Tom feeling Jordan’s abs:

- Tom kissing other men (plus being extremely flirty and making gay jokes - not the homophobic kind - throughout the videos):

Also here’s a playlist I made of all the Syndisparklez vlogs:

Falling For You~ Pete Dunne Imagine

Originally posted by pinknights

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Note : This is my first Pete Imagine, so please bear with me if it’s bad. Let e know if you want to be tagged in my imagines. 

Smut Ahead. 

He was the most dominant man in wrestling world. Well that’s what he told you, he had a temper, down right brutal and ruthless to those that were in his way to getting what he wanted. He was everything that you weren’t. You were just the little sister of Tyler Bate, one of his friends and the girl no one dared to touch. Pete and you are friends, really close. 

He is a whole differentt person with you. You calm him if he is out of control, he trusts you and he wants you. Badly. What’s stopping him? You were his friends sister and not just that, he was afraid. Afraid to fall in love and care about someone other than him

You on the other hand was kind, young and had a sweetheart at heart. You always supported your brother but things turned around when you met Trent Seven and Pete Dunne. Those boys became your best friends. You had taken upon yourself to manage them to their matches, merely being an interviewer going into a manager was a big step. 

Especially being close to these boys, Pete caught your eye from the start. You always wore a his merchandise whenever you went out to the ring. Tyler paid no mind to that, he thought you were just supporting him and being his friend. But he had no idea that you had feelings for someone for Pete. 

He caught on when you would steal glances at be or get close to him or cast a glare whenever he had a women around him. 

After one of his matches, it was just you and him. He had just won his man, making his way backstage. Pete argued with the fans that booed him, throwing insults back and forth. 

You stood to the side to not get in the way. Pete ignored the fan he was arguing with, wrap his arm around your shoulder winking at you. It felt like your heart stopped when your eyes connected with his. As they got to the back, you stood still. Your feet planted on the ground, you froze in the spot. Pete never winked at you. There was something different. 

“ Y/N? Hello? Y/N! Earth to Y/N!” a hand waved in front of your face, snapping out of your thoughts turning your head. Trent was the one who was shouting, waving his hand in front of your face.  

“ Huh? What?”  

“ You okay? You kinda froze kid” he mumbles. 

Pete who took out his mouth piece, wiping his face with a towel glanced over at your direction with a smirk on his face. He caught on what made you frozen in the spot. Him.

“ I’m fine” you broke your gaze from Pete as you looked over at Trent,giving him a small nervous chuckle.  Tyler looked from you to Pete, a smirk on his face.
You had uploaded a new picture of you on instagram, in the background Pete had made his snarl like he usually does. 

“ Pete! I was trying to take a picture” He chuckled. 

“ I know” you groan, deleting the one but stopped seeing the comments on it. The fans flooded with saying you two were so cute together. 

“ You know what, never mind” He rose an eyebrow at your changed mood taking his own phone out scrolling seeing the comments making him smile. You’re heart stopped seeing that small smile lit up on his face. He rarely smiled, when he did, it was the most beautiful thing you ever seen.

  He noticed you staring at him, raising his head meeting your gaze. That smile remained on his lips as he looked into your eyes. There was no denying that there is something there between the two of you. Chemistry, even Tyler believed it also Trent and everyone around you two. 

Pete was scared to admit it to you but he is falling for you. He never felt like this before in his life. You were slowly taming the Bruiserweight. Lately you have been teasing him about going soft when he’s around you even the guys have been mentioning it to him. He growled, shrugging it off for a bit. 

One night it changed, everything change between you two. He didn’t like the teasing anymore, he was going to show you that he no longer was going to take it. He walked through the door, you two shared the room. As soon as it closed, he turned to glance at you. 

The snarl on his lips, those eyes darken as his gaze roamed your body. He turned his full body towards you, pinning you to the door pinning your hands above your head. 

“ You think it’s funny to tease me like that?” Pete asked, darkly. You couldn’t help but clench your legs together being turned out how his eyes darken and voice. 

“ I was just teasing you, a good tease” you mumbled. 

“ I’ll show you how I take teasing,” he growled before slamming his lips against yours. His lips were soft but the kiss was rough.  He pushed his body against yours that you could feel his bulge.

 Gasping, he took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch. You let out a moan and you could feel him smirk against your lips.  You pulled away from him,moving your head to the side but Pete just moved his lips to your neck. He managed to find that one spot that made you shiver and moan before he began biting and sucking, leaving a mark. His mark.  

“ Pete” you whimpered. 

“ Be quite little one, not a sound. You hear me?” He demanded.  You nodded.
“ I asked you a question little one” he growled, he rose his head as his eyes pierced yours. 

“ I understand” you responded.  He smirked before picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You let out a shrieked as you he carried you to the bed in yours and his shared hotel room.The two of you shared one.  Gasp as he slapped your ass before throwing you gently on the bed, “ I said not a sound little one” he growled.  

You remained quiet, watching him.

“ Good girl” he licked his lips watching you as you laid there for him. All for him.  He crawled onto the bed, like hunting for his prey ripping your shirt opened. He moaned at the sight of you not wearing a bra. 

“ You just wanted me to fuck you kitten? Didn’t you? All the teasing, not wearing a bra. The touching. You were begging for me kitten.” he growled, you knew your panties were soaked by now by the sound of his voice.

 He slide down the skirt you were wearing, down your legs. His fingers brushing against your soft skin making you shiver in delight. He got off the bed, walking to his bag picking up something. Your eyes got wide as he opened a bag taking out handcuffs. 

“ I pick these up on the way here, I knew I wanted to use these on you kitten. Only you.”  He straddled your waist. 

“ Hands up” you rose them above your head, obeying him. He cuffed you to the bed, licking his eyes sitting on top of you. You tried to tug on the cuffs making him growl as he grabbed onto your thighs, squeezing. 

“ No” He shook his head.  

He slipped out of his shirt and hoodie but kept his pants on. His fingers brushed over your thighs, up your legs and down as you sat by your side on his knees. His hand reached to your thighs, digging his nails in them before pushing your legs apart roughly.

 Pete’s eyes held want and lust behind them, he slide his hand into your panties. Chuckling as you rose your hips ups so his fingers brushed against your soaking core. 

He ripped your panties off of you before plunging two fingers into you. You let out a scream, closing your mouth right away. Pete took his fingers out and flipped you onto your stomach. His hands went to your ass, his hand coming down your cheeks. 

“ I said not a word kitten! You want to be punished, don’t you?” He turned you back around. 

“ I’m sorry” you whimpered. 

He chuckled darkly. Pete unbuckle his belt and removed his pants, leaving him in his boxers. You could see the bulge ready to pop out. He slipped off his boxers, his cock flapping against his stomach. He was huge, your eyes went wide. 

“ Like what you see kitten?”  you nod. 

Pete lined himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock at your entrance. He hovers over you, watching you. 

“ Beg kitten, tell me how much you want my cock in your tight pussy.” He demanded. 

“ Please Pete, I want your big cock in my pussy. So bad, please…” you begged for him. He smelled into you, giving you no time to adjust to his cock. He pounded into you, not giving you time even to wait to adjust to his size. You were moaning his name while he grunted.

 He thrusted into fast and deep. He thrusted hard, hitting your g-spot making you scream that you were sure that everyone was awake in the hotel. He continue to hit your spot, watching your face. 

“ This should teach you to never tease me again. I’m not a softie, no where near that” He growled. 

“ No! Keep going!” you moaned. 

He leaned down biting on your bottom lip, tugging with his lips before letting go before he flipped you on your stomach again and thrusted himself back into you making you scream. Your face was pressed into the pillows, muffling your screams. 

His hand went down to your ass, smacking it. 

“ That’s right. Scream for me kitten”

Pete’s thrust turn sloppy but he continue to thrust, hard. You were becoming close to your orgasm. 

“ Fuck!” you screamed, he thrusted in you a few more before you reached over the edge screaming his name as you climaxed. A few more thrust in, Pete followed filling you with his seed. He pulled out of you, panting.
Pete took the handcuffs off of you, flipping you on your back as he looked down at you. 

“ I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“ No but what was this..?” 

He looked to the other side of the room, you rose on your elbow turning his head with one of your hands turning his face towards you. 

“ Answer me” 

“ I’m not good with feelings or shit like that… but I want you and only you”
“ I want you too Pete, I love you” 

Pete gazed up at you, shocked processing the words. A few minutes past, you sank back into bed pulling the covers over yourself and him looking up at the ceiling. 

“ I love you too” he says, making you turn your head towards him. A smile made it’s way to your lips, “ I’m yours.” 

“ Good because I don’t share” 

Putting your head on his chest, you closed your eyes as sleep took over. The following morning, the door opens. Tyler has been calling you all morning and your phone was off, he was worried. He picked the lock with the help from Trent who stood behind him, their eyes land on you and Pete in bed. 

He notices your naked ass peeking out, Tyler covers his eyes. 

“ Guys! Now I can’t never erase this image from my head. Thank you very much” 

“ You’re welcome” Pete mumbles, grumbling as he rubs his eyes. You giggle, looking up at Pete who stares down at you with a smile. 

“ Ew, you two stop. I’m in the room, I don’t need to see this” 

“ Then leave” you said throwing your pillow towards the door, it lands on the floor in front of Tyler. 

“ Good Idea” he mumbles, Trent grabs the back of his shirt dragging Tyler out closing the door. You turn to Pete, placing a kiss on his lips.

“ Morning” 

“ Good Morning beautiful”

Love Laid Down (Part One)

Originally posted by sensitivehandsomeactionman

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader
Rating: M
Words: 2K+ (this part)
Summary: You and the boys are working a long-term case in Indiana that requires you go undercover. It also requires that you and Dean pretend to be married.
Author’s Note: This is my first multi-chap on this blog! I’ve tried my best to write the majority of it beforehand, but please be gentle if I don’t upload super regularly. I’ll queue up what’s already written and try to get the rest of it done ASAP. Thanks for reading! (PS - title comes from the song of the same name by Green River Ordinance.)

“No.” Dean says, firm, his voice echoing loud in the library of the bunker.

“Don’t worry about hurting my feelings, or anything…” you mutter quietly, and Sam sighs.

“Can the both of you relax? This is a good plan. It’s only going to be for a week or so, anyway.”

“It’s not our kind of thing,” Dean argues, crossing his arms over his chest. “People go missing all the time.”

“Four people in the last month? All of whom went to the same church in this one small town? That’s weird, Dean.” Sam says.

Dean has that look on his face that he gets when he knows he’s wrong, but doesn’t want to admit it. You look at Sam. “So,” you start, “What does that have to do with us going undercover?”

“The parishioners of that church are mostly married couples. This isn’t the type of town where single people move to for work or something. People move here because they’re trying to start a family.”

You try not to gulp, looking back over at Dean, who is still glaring at his brother.

“How are we going to explain you being there?”

Sam grins. “I’m the super supportive younger brother helping his newlywed brother and sister-in-law move into their new home.”

“This is going to be a disaster.” You say brightly, your calm tone betraying your words. You’ve done undercover with the Winchesters before. It almost never works out as planned. Someone always slips up, or forgets they’re supposed to be someone else for longer than a day, and then you’re left scrambling not to get caught by the local PD. “When do we leave?”

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SugarDaddy!Cal Pt.10

A/N: At first I was suffering through a bit of writers block for this part. I was deadass stumped for the last few days on what this chapter should hold. Then when I finally finished it, right as I went to press post I lost the whole damn chapter and had to rewrite this. So, I’m 100% sure it’s shitty, but it’s a bit longer since it’s taken me forever to upload. If y'all stuck with me since part one, then y'all know the drill: 100 notes for the next part and feedback is nice. Hope you all enjoy💕

This chapter deals with a lot of dialogue with Connor and Felix since a lot of you asked for more of them and their problems(and because I fell in love with the two as well.)

**WARNING** : Slight smut (fingering)

One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Sixteen/ Seventeen/ Eighteen/ Nineteen/Twenty{END}

“You didn’t tell me it was fucking freezing here.” You complained as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“It’s just a bit chilly, don’t be over dramatic.” Calum laughed lightly at your complaint, pulling you into his side for a bit more warmth.

“I’ve lived in the south all my life and then moved to Australia. Do you think cold weather is ever going to be something I’m used to?”

“At least you didn’t bring any shorts and tank tops.”

“Shut up, Calum.” You rolled your eyes playfully and the boy let out another laugh.

The two of you had arrived at London the night before and had been casually strolling the paved streets of London nearly all day. It was strange to say, but Calum was making you feel as if you were more of his girlfriend than a sugar baby. He wouldn’t let go of your hand, showered you with compliments, checked on your well being, and even gave you cute little forehead kisses. You were glad he wasn’t treating you as if you were just some whore ready for his commands, but then again it was weird since there was a no feelings rule.

“Do you need a jacket? ‘Cause I can buy you one.”

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Unbelievable | Tyler Down

Hey everyone! 

I’m back again with a Tyler imagine requested by the lovely @bicuriousjensn 💕

I really hope you enjoy it and stay tuned for future imagines 😊

Request: the request is about tyler, can it be something like him and the reader are dating but she goes to a different school so one day he posts about her on instagram & nobody from school believes that their together and then she shows up to surprise him and everybody is Shook™?

I made the fake Instagram posts but I do not own the original pictures, so credits to the owner. 

Warnings: bullying and maybe a bit of swearing? idk


Tuesday early afternoon, after school. The fresh autumn air invaded the room along with the soft sound of music playing in the background.

Tyler sat on the bed with his back against the headboard. A couple of open books sat next to him untouched, while he messed with his phone camera.

Long forgotten was his algebra homework, as his attention was focused on taking pictures of the girl sitting in front of her desk, scribbling down chemical formulas on a notebook.

He smiled as he focused the image of his girl with her hair tied in a messy bun and her reading glasses resting on top of her nose.

Satisfied and in no time, he had cropped and edited the picture before posting it on Instagram.  

“Ty, what are you doing?” Y/N asked, turning around in her chair, with fake annoyance in her face. Tyler blushed in embarrassment as he was caught in the act.

Y/N and Tyler had been dating for a while. They had met in a basketball game where their schools were competing. Tyler was there to take pictures for the yearbook and she was there to support her best friend that was head cheerleader of her school’s team.

They hit it off after that day and even though they attended to different schools, they had managed to convince their parents to meet everyday to do homework together. It was actually quite motivating.

“Nothing.” she raised a brow showing him that she was not buying it. He sighed defeated. “Just posting something on Instagram.” he showed her the picture he had just uploaded and she took the phone in her hands as she analyzed the picture.

“You didn’t tag me though.” she frowned as she saw her missing username in the caption.

“Because I thought you would hate it.” He knew she didn’t like it when he took pictures of her when she was distracted, but he couldn’t help himself.

“You’re right.” she admitted chuckling. “But c’mon! We both have tons of homework to do and I don’t want to keep being the reason why you’re distracted.” she teased as she turned around to continue with her work.

“I don’t want to do homework.” he whined for the hundredth time that afternoon, making her sigh.

“I still got some chemistry work left and you have plenty of algebra problems to solve.” she reminded him making him groan. ”And we have to keep our part of the deal or both of our parents won’t let us meet everyday for our homework sessions.”

“You’re no fun.” he scowled as he placed one of the books on his lap.

“I promise when we’re both done, I’ll cuddle with you.” she bargained, as an eager smile appeared on his face. “But only if you start your homework now.”

“Yes ma’am” he jokingly answered, already writing some numbers down.  


Tyler was at his locker, grabbing some books for his next period when he heard the loud laughs and chatter that indicated the jocks’ arrival. He fidgeted nervously as he hurried to get what he needed so he could escape to his class as soon as possible.

Sadly, he wasn’t fast enough.

“Look who’s here guys.” Bryce exclaimed in fake surprise. “It’s the delusional freak!” Tyler rested his forehead against the lockers bracing himself for the insults to come. “I mean stalking is one thing, but faking to have a girlfriend? C’mon Down, that’s pathetic.” he frowned as he realized today’s encounter was about the picture he posted the night before. They thought he was lying about Y/N.

“What are you talking about?” he shook his head. “Y/N is my girlfriend. We’ve been dating for a bit longer than a year.”

“Yeah right.” Justin scoffed.

“So you’ve been dating a girl that no one knows?” Monty intervened this time. “Do you really think we’re gonna buy that?”

“She doesn’t study here in Liberty. She’s in a private school, just in the outskirts of town.” that was true. Y/N’s parents wanted her to have better opportunities to get into a good college so they enrolled her in a private school. As much as she tried, going to Liberty was out of discussion.

“Stop lying, you freak!” Bryce yelled exasperated. “We all know you wouldn’t be able to get a girl even if your life depended on it.” Tyler could feel the frustration and anger bubbling up in his stomach but he didn’t dare to move or say anything. Why was it so hard to believe that he had a girlfriend? And a very beautiful too, for that matter. “Let’s go guys, before he starts to hallucinate more than he already does.”

After a couple of shoves against the lockers, they finally left. Leaving Tyler with unpleasant feelings and insecurities gathering up inside him.  


Tyler was pretty dejected when he arrived at Y/N’s house after school. He was still carrying  on his shoulders the weight of all the mockering and venomous words the jocks had planted on his mind.  

He knocked on the door and in no time Y/N was wrapping him in her arms with an excited smile on her face.

His mood lifted up a little bit by his girlfriend actions. It was heartwarming how even though they saw each other everyday, she still got excited every time she saw him. That little gesture made him feel wanted and that’s exactly what he needed at the moment.

“Hi! I missed you.” She said with her face buried deep on his neck.

“I missed you too.” He replied inhaling her scent trapped in the strands of her hair, already feeling a lot calmer.

They both went to her room after saying hi to her mom, ready to start on their homework of the day.

As usual, she took her seat in front of her desk, where she had books and papers scattered all over it. Tyler took her bed resting his book on his lap, as he wrote his answers.

She was opening her history textbook when she realized how quiet Tyler was. He wasn’t his bubbly happy self. He hadn’t complained about his work and even stranger, he hadn’t asked her to ditch their homework so they could cuddle.

She took a look at him and saw that he hadn’t moved since they entered the room, and his face held a sort of annoyed and defeated aura.

Immediately she left her book on her desk and crawled into his lap, knowing that something was wrong. His expression didn’t budge even though he held her tight against his chest. The corners of her mouth lifted at his small action, as she kissed his cheek in return.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” she asked rubbing his back in a comforting manner. He gave her a sad smile and kissed her lips briefly trying hard to convince her he was okay.

“Nothing.” he lied, but after so long of being with him, she knew when he was lying.

“Hey, I know something’s wrong.” he lowered his head ashamed. She rubbed his scalp gently, in an attempt to get him to relax. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, I just need to know if there’s anything I can do to help you.”

In that exact moment, Tyler couldn’t be more grateful for having Y/N as girlfriend. She never pressured him to tell her things he didn’t want to talk about, but she always made sure he knew she was there to help him get through whatever he was struggling with. Sometimes when he had a bad day, she just laid in bed with him, holding him and kissing it better. But she was always there taking care of him.

“It’s just that…the guys at school saw the picture I posted yesterday.” Y/N frowned at this. Apart from her messy hair and her comfy clothes, there wasn’t anything wrong with that picture. “They thought it was fake and that I’m lying about having a girlfriend.” she sighed. People could be so dumb sometimes. “They say I’m pathetic and that there’s no way I could have a girlfriend.” She could feel the insecurity and pain emanating from him, and it broke her to see him so hurt.

She knew Tyler was an outsider and that he didn’t fit in, but even though he didn’t fit in in the golden jock stereotype, he was so gorgeous in his own way. It was so upsetting to see him so insecure just because a bunch of idiots called him a freak.

“Oh baby” She held him a bit closer as she rested her chin on the top of his head. “Don’t let them do this, you know they only say that to get to you.” she placed a kiss on his forehead. “Besides, you know I’m real and how in love with you I really am.”

“I know.” he breathed as he snuggled on her neck a bit more. “But still I can’t help to get upset about it.”

She knew she had to do something to help him. She wanted him to feel better not only with this whole situation, but also with himself.

“But hey, cheer up!” she said offering him a tiny smile. “I’ll help you with your assignments and after that we’ll watch a movie, sounds good?” She could tell his mood was slowly but surely improving.

“Yeah.” he agreed before brushing his lips against hers. “Thank you.” she smiled as she sat next to him taking a look at his notes of the day.


It was Friday and the bell had already rang signaling the end of the day and the start of the weekend. The hallways were packed with students leaving books at their lockers or just ready to go home.

Tyler came out of the photography room, locking it behind him before making his way to his locker. He was beyond impatient for going home to spend his weekend sleeping. He was in desperate need of a break from reality.

Once again, luck was not on his side as his way was blocked by the group of jocks ready for a one sided fight before he was gone for two days.

“Hey, the liar is here.” Monty began the teasing. Tyler stopped on his tracks rolling his eyes frustrated. He was not in the mood to endure their bullying that day. He just wanted to go home to Y/N and watch movies with her.

“Leave me alone.” He said as he pushed them with his shoulders on his way to the exit.

“Don’t run away you freak! We’re not done here yet.” Bryce stopped him.

“Look guys, I already told you. I’ve been dating Y/N for a year now, she doesn’t study here because she goes to a private school. Now if you would excuse me I need to…” he trailed off as he noticed the jocks weren’t paying attention to him anymore. Their gazes were fixed behind them, their eyes open like saucers.

Tyler frowned confused at their sudden change of demeanor, interrupted when he suddenly felt someone hug him from behind, a pair of tiny hands meeting at his abdomen.

He recognized the black nail polish and the little ring on the index finger.

The jocks’ jaws dropped in amazement not believing what they were seeing. Some of them, as surprised as they were, didn’t miss the chance to blatantly check her out.

“Hi baby.” Y/N greeted as she moved to his side, planting a long kiss to his cheek.

Tyler peeked at the jocks’ faces and noticed how some of the guys were practically devouring her with their eyes. Anger started to bloom in his chest and his protective boyfriend instincts kicked in. He secured his arms around her pressing her body against his chest. He mirrored her previous action and kissed her temple while glaring at the guys.

Of course she had done that on purpose, she had planned every single thing with so much detail, there was no room for failure. However, she pretended that she had just noticed the other guys standing in front of them, ignoring their hanging jaws and lustful stares.

“Oh hey guys!” she said in a fake chirpy tone. “I’m Y/N, Tyler’s girlfriend.” she emphasized  the word with an enormous smile on her lips, while she stroke Tyler’s hands resting on her stomach.

“I told you so” Tyler silently mouthed with a smug smile.  

She waited for a response from the boys. An introduction, a greeting or even a sarcastic remark but they stayed silent.

“Babe…” it was Tyler who decided to break the silence. “What are you doing here?” He couldn’t decide if he felt more relieved, surprised or excited at her unexpected visit, but really he was just so happy to see her.

“I wanted to surprise you.” she said turning around in his arms, placing her arms around his neck.”I got out of class early today and since it’s Friday I thought we could go to the movies or something.” she gently rubbed his bottom lip with her thumb. “Plus, our moms talked and they agreed that I could spend the night at yours.”

Tyler could barely hold his excitement. He loved spending the night with her. Even if they didn’t do anything sexual, it was something so intimate and sweet that he treasured every chance they’ve got to sleep together.  

“That would be nice.” he simply replied with blushed cheeks and and an eager smile.  

“What the hell is going on in here?” Bryce whispered to his friends, shock still present on his voice.

“I don’t even know man.” Justin answered without taking his eyes off of the couple.

Y/N had to stop herself from laughing at the boys’ reaction. She winked at Tyler before turning to them.

“I’m really sorry guys, but Ty and I got things to do.” She took his hand in hers and intertwined their fingers while they made their way to the exit. As expected, they didn’t reply as they left. “Nice to meet you guys.” she half yelled without turning around.

Once both of them were outside of the school grounds, Tyler took her in his arms spinning her around, both of them laughing.

“That was awesome babe!” he cheered feeling lighthearted as she continued to laugh.

“After the tough week you had, I thought you could do some cheering up.” Tyler looked at her adoringly with her face between his hands. “And in the way, I thought I could shut some idiots’ mouths too.”

He laughed amused at his girl as he took her hand once again, starting to walk towards his house, with his gloomy attitude left behind.


Y/N patted her lips dry with a towel as she finished brushing her teeth, ready to go to bed.

She was about to come out of the bathroom when she got distracted by her phone, going through the notifications of the day.

Impatient to be with her, Tyler came in through the open door going straight to her, seeking her touch. He held her tight against his body, almost trying to disappear on the safe heaven that her arms represented.

He was in a very cuddly mood that night, but she didn’t mind. Cuddly Tyler was her favorite Tyler.

She took a deep breath as she opened her eyes, smiling as she was able to take a look at themselves through the mirror. It was a very heartening scene and she wanted to capture the moment.

She subtly unlocked her phone, taking a quick picture of their reflection. Tyler’s face was not shown on the picture, but people could see his curly hair and Y/N’s face resting on his shoulder.

He took her hand and guided her to bed, immediately cuddling up to her body. Tyler look at her with curiosity burning in his eyes, as her attention was still focused on her phone.

She blocked her phone and smiled at him expectantly, leaving her phone on the nightstand.  

Suddenly Tyler’s phone vibrated with a new notification and he frowned noticing the playful look on her face.

“What did you do?” he asked smiling, taking his own phone and unlocking it.

He took a look at the picture he was tagged in, his heart skipping a beat as he read the caption below it.

It was little things like this, that made him wonder what did he do to deserve a girl like Y/N.

Tyler took her smiling face in his hands, kissing her passionately between smiles, as both of them were too happy to hide it.

“I love you so much.” he whispered against her lips, content with how his week had ended.

Goodbye Internet.

Summary- In which Dan ruined what him and Phil had and made his last video. 

Genre- Angst?

Word Count - 1.7k 

The flat the two shared used to be full of life and happiness, now it was only full of sadness and regret. Dan had messed up big time, him and Phil fought. Now Phil was gone and Dan couldn’t forget him. He was everywhere he looked. Dan couldn’t bear though to get rid of the things they had together. He couldn’t even be bothered to pick up the engagement ring Phil threw back to him just before he left. “Fuck you Dan. I trusted you with my life and agreed to marry you and you went sleeping around?” Phil scoffed, twisting the ring off his finger. His face was tight, the veins in his neck popping out as his eyes watered. “Here”. He threw the ring at Dan, hitting his chest. Dan watched it fall to his feet along with his heart. “I changed my mind. I’ll get my stuff over the week.” He turned and walked out, slamming the door, leaving Dan standing there with tears falling from his eyes, landing around the ring on the floor. 

About a month ago it hit Dan, he was getting married. He wanted to marry Phil, god he did. He was scared and did what he usually did. Dan ran. He ran from his fear, ran from everything and into the arms of another person. A few actually. Thinking back now, Dan realized they all had one thing in common, they were just like Phil. Every woman he went home with was a huge kid on the inside with the sweetest smile. If Dan went home with a guy he noticed things about them to, they all were nerdy and had the sweetest personalities.

Staring at the ceiling as his fairy lights shone above him, illuminating the room with a melancholy mist. Dan hadn’t done much of anything since Phil left. He hadn’t gotten out of bed unless he needed to use the bathroom or wanted a drink or snack. Even then he just started hoarding bags of maltesers and water bottles in his room so he wouldn’t have to leave as much. Unlike the rest of the house, Dan’s room was black and white basically. The less color he had the better. To Dan, Phil was like a bunch of colors that shone brightly making everyone happy. Except Dan, the colors only made him sad now.

Tears slipped from his eyes and slid down the sides of his face. He didn’t want to continue YouTube alone, he didn’t want to abandon the gaming channel, let alone his own but he couldn’t do it. He met Phil through YouTube, and it ended on YouTube.

Sighing, Dan found the strength to climb out of bed. His head throbbed in pain as he walked to the bathroom, his head dropping once he saw his appearance. His hair was greasy and curled, bags and dark circles were under his eyes. His shoulders drooped and his clothes hung off his body. He was wearing grey sweatpants that were big on him alone and a jumper that was way too big for him.

Tears fell from his eyes again as a sob crashed through his body. Dan leaned against the wall and slid down, fully sobbing now. “I-I’m so sorry P-Phil.” He gasped through every cry to himself. He doubted he’d ever get to tell him how sorry he was. Phil was right in Dan’s mind to leave. He didn’t deserve Phil, he never did and he proved that.

Dan couldn’t do this. He wasn’t happy. YouTube doesn’t make him happy anymore. It’s been a week, almost two now since he even logged on. He sat there on the bathroom floor for hours thinking it over.

Music blasted in his headphones, and he stared at the tiled wall. Was he doing this? “I guess I am,” he mumbled, the life drained from him. He pulled himself up and trudged back to his room, setting the camera up in front of his bed. Turning the camera on he sat there for five minutes before saying anything.

“Hello internet,” he waved his hand. His voice wasn’t happy like it usually was when he did his intros, then again he wasn’t happy anymore. “I look like a literal rat right now, and I deserve to.”

Dan sighed and hung his head trying to think of how he wanted to explain everything. The fans never knew that him and Phil were together, so how was to explain what happened without outing them. Hopefully Phil wouldn’t hate his anymore than he already did..

“As you guys probably have noticed, Phil and I are no longer gonna be living together.” Dan bite his lip and looked down. “A-And it’s all my fault.” He looked into the viewfinder for a brief moment to see how he was doing.

“Phil and I were a couple. I asked him to be my boyfriend back in 2011 and he said yes.” Dan smiled but that smile was nothing but sadness anymore. “We went through tough times like any other couple, as you all know we grew apart in 2012, but we came back around.”

Dan could feel tears forming back in his eyes but he refused to let them fall again. “After being together for over 5 years, I decided I would ask him to marry me. I wanted to make it perfect, because that’s what Phil deserves. I planned a trip back to where it all started. You were so clueless. My heart was soaring, beating out of my chest. I was gonna ask you to marry me and I was terrified you would say no. Looking back? You should have, but for some reason you chose to say yes.”

Laughing a bit Dan remember how nervous he had been that day. “I took you to the train station where we met for the first time. I was nervous to get off the train that day. I was worried you would hate the me you would see in person.”

A single tear rolled down his cheek, “W-we planned to get married in May. We planned on recording bits of it, and uploading a vlog as a surprise to you guys.” Dan chuckled, “Some of you, many of you actually would have been expecting it.”

Dan closed his eyes and let the tears roll freely now. He brought his hand up and covered his mouth, letting sobs escape his body. His eyes were more than likely bloodshot as he looked back into the camera. “Then I fucked up big time.” Came from his lips in a whisper.

“Loyalty is something everyone deserves. T-trust to, and I broke both of those things. P-phil… If you by some chance watch this, not that you would want to see me again in any form, but I-I’m so sorry. You should never forgive m-me. I was scared. I s-still am now that I’m alone again because I-I’m so used to having you here. It’s not the same. There’s no dork to greet me when I finally crawl out of bed, no one to help when I fall into an existential crisis. I fucking took you for granted, and I will never f-forgive myself for that.”

Dan fell back onto his bed and let the sobs come, the tears pour. A good 15 minutes later once he composed himself, he sat back up and looked into the camera. “I che-cheated on P-Phil Lester. I fucking hate myself f-for it.” He wiped his eyes before looking back into the camera.

“It hit me that I was getting married and I started to panic. I started thinking about how Phil, how you could c-change your mi-mind any moment and it scared me. So, like any other time I was scared, I ran. Instead of running to you, I ran from you. Into the arms of others.”

“I want you guys to do me a favor. I want you all to, if you love somebody, make sure you tell them. If you get scared f-fucking tell them! Don’t do what I did. Don’t be stupid and cost yourself the one person you can’t live without. This? This hurts like fucking hell and it sucks. Phil, you mean everything to me an- and I’ll never get you back and I deserve that. I deserve to be lonely and to never hear from you again.”

Dan sighed, scared shitless to end this video. His face was tear stained, his sleeves were damp from crying and his eyes were bloodshot and puffy. “The last few things I w-want to say to end this on… I-I’m moving. I don’t know where, but somewhere. Hell, I don’t even know if I’ll stay in London, it all hurts too much. J-just like this… YouTube used to make me happy. Now it mocks me. I look and see most of the videos I created were with you Phil and I can’t do it. So, this is it. No more Danisnotonfire. No more live shows, no more updates. I’m going back to being Dan, and getting rid of my internet persona I’ve built over the years. Please, if you guys see me in public, please don’t come up to me. I don’t want this “fame”,” Dan put hand quotations around fame. He never considered himself a famous person. Just someone on the internet. “I loved meeting you guys, but when your other half is missing you just don’t want to continue.”

Dan sighed one last time and wiped his eyes before looking into the camera. “I’m Dan and this was Danisnotonfire. Goodbye internet.”


Dan had just finishing packing up the last box of things from his bedroom. He was moving back home, not too far from his parents’ house. Carrying the box out to the lounge, he looked around. What was once a happy place was now nothing but a bad memory. The ring he gave Phil lived in his wallet. The remains of his YouTube career were going with him. He had uploaded the video a week ago and wasn’t sure how everyone was reacting. He didn’t check the comments or look on any social media. He was too scared.

Dan’s phone went off in his hand and he looked at it.

YouTube: AmazingPhil has just uploaded a video: Phil’s Final Video Blog - 2nd March 2017

Part 2

Fans finding out you’re a couple (headcanon)

Originally posted by tomhollandhollaatme

•Even tho Tom can’t keep a secret, he kept this one for a while

•To the public, you and Tom have been friends for a while. But to make sure there weren’t rumours, you two almost always had another friend join you two when you went out.

•Occasionally it would be just you two, thankfully not many people speculated anything. There were the few who had doubts, but majority was kept at bay.

•This lasted a year and a few months, until fans started catching you in Tom’s clothing and going out with his family.

•Your social media was private so no one can comment on anything.

•Whar really cause an uproar was when Tom was at home (London) and fans had caught you two kissing in a Waitrose.

•You told Tom that you two needed to go for a food shop cause there was nothing in the house. During your shopping, Tom was trying to convince you to buy some sweets. With a pout and puppy eyes you gave in, Tom thanked you with a quick peck not thinking twice about it.

•He thought twice about it now that a picture of you and him were floating around the internet. His phone had blown up and both of you low-key panicked.

•The rest of the night consisted if you two trying to figure out what to do. Tom also turned off commenting on his post because of people asking what’s going on.

•Tom had an interview the next day and decided that he should tell the truth because he didn’t want his fans to be upset and in the dark about it.

•He brought you along this time because he felt nervous and you were the only person to keep him sane.

•Behind the camera, you stood with Harrison and Harry. Tom glancing at you time to time during the interview.

•It went smoothly until the interviewer brought up the topic everyone was dying to know in the last 24 hours.

•"So Tom, quite recently a photo had surfaced the internet of you kissing a girl you are seen with a lot known to be your friend. Obviously that’s not the case, so is there something you want to say to your audience?“ The interviewer asked. // "Um yes actually, that there is my girlfriend.” Tom stated simply, but you knew his voice was laced with nerves and hesitation. // “Has she always been your girlfriend or was this a recent thing?” // “She’s been my girlfriend for a while actually, but we didn’t want to announce it because we wanted time to ourselves and make sure it was stable. If that made any sense.” // “It makes perfect sense, I can see where you’re coming from. You wanted some privacy. That being said, I have some questions about the relationship. If you don’t mind.” // “No, not at all. Go for it.” Tom smiled and gave you a quick glance.

•To say the least, you were quite nervous on the reactions you would get after this. Using Tom’s phone, you recorded him saying you were his girlfriend and uploaded it to his instastory. It would be a while till this interview airs, so might aswell. Harrison took a boomerang of you looking at Tom. Harry took a selfie with you and Harrison captioning it “Interviews”

•"These are quick and simple basic questions. I’m not gonna bombard you with a whole test, cause I know you’re a busy man and you got places to be.“ // "Alright, this should be easy enough.” // “First and easy, what’s her name?” // “Her name is _____.” // “How did you meet?” // “We actually met through Zendaya on set of Spider-Man. _____ is a college student and she was interning for Marvel as Zendaya’s TA (temporary assistant). She introduced us and it all went uphill from there.” // “How long have you been dating?” // “We’ve been dating for 6 months.” // “Wow, longer than I suspected. And last question, what was your first date?” // “This is gonna sound corny but, I wanted to take her out for dinner like the romantic movies but she didn’t want to do that cause she says it’s overdone in her book so we went to an arcade/fun park. And I’m so happy we did that because that was by the far the best date I’ve ever had. It was so fun. // "May I ask what you two did?” // “Yeah uh, we played games in the arcade. She is so good at the basketball games, she beats me every time. We went gocarting and we played some minigolf. It was an amazing night and I’m so glad she agreed to be my girlfriend so we can have more like it.” Tom had a light blush on his cheeks gushing about you. // “Well it seems you two are in love and we’re glad to see that.”

•You were also blushing thinking about your first date with Tom. It was fun and little bit embarrassing because you had spilt sauce on your jeans but Tom did too on purpose just so you wouldn’t feel awkward. Haz and Harry were giving light shoves and wiggling their eyebrows at you in a teasing manner.

•The interview had finished, Tom walked straight to you and gave you a kiss on the head. Haz gave him a pat on the back with a small nod. He thought it was time to tell the fans that you were an item for a long time.

•That night, Tom turned his comments back on and posted his first photo of you two together. It was a photo of you in bed with Tessa. You under the covers and Tessa on top of it. You petting her and giving her good morning kisses. The caption was: “I would like to introduce you to my beautiful girlfriend, _____. We’ve been together for a while now and I can whole heartedly say I’m completely in love with her.”

•Guess the cat’s out of the bag

Don’t Look Back


“I ain’t gonna leave ya alone out here.” 
“You’re okay, I got ya.”



SUMMARY : (Set early season 2) After the reader loses everything, she finds herself fighting for her life against the dead. But she realizes she’s not alone when a stranger with a crossbow saves her life.

WORD COUNT : 4,781

A/N : I know I take FOREVER to upload stories but that’s because I want them to be perfect! This one turned out to be way longer than I expected, but oh well! I hope you beautiful people enjoy and please let me know what you think!

(P.S. For those who requested this prompt, each of you had a different idea on how this story should play out so I mashed them all together and came up with this. Hope it doesn’t disappoint!)

xx crossbowking

“Run! Don’t look back. Don’t stop for anything. Just run. Now, Y/N, go!”

The woods were deathly silent, the only sound coming from heaving lungs and feet crashing through leaves and thickets.

“No, Dad! I’m not leaving you!”

Branches tore at clothing and skin, tearing holes and slicing exposed arms and legs.

“I’ll be right behind you, sweetheart. I promise!”

No one had heard them coming. One minute you were helping set up camp before nightfall and the next, a herd of biters ambushed your group.

You felt your stomach twist as you remembered your fathers’ eyes — warm like honey, wide eyed and terrified as he begged you to run.

Your father pulled you in for a hug — swift but firm, like he knew deep down it would be the last time he’d hold you — before giving you a small push as a group of biters closed in on him. Turning on your heels, you took off ahead, hearing grunts as flesh hit flesh — no doubt your father fighting for his life.

Then suddenly, a gut wrenching scream filled the air that stopped you dead in your tracks. “Don’t…don’t look back,” you whispered, repeating your fathers’ order through gritted teeth.

But you couldn’t help yourself.

You spared one last glance over your shoulder just in time to see a biter rip the exposed flesh from your fathers’ neck.

A strangled noise escaped your mouth as you watched the blood pour from his throat, soaking the front of his stained white t shirt. His eyes met yours, still warm like honey, but bloodshot and filled with unshed tears, as he gargled one last word. “Run.“

And so you did.

You didn’t know how long you’d been running — you were sure you had lost the herd behind you a while back. But your body felt as though it was on autopilot — falling into a steady rhythm as you ducked around fallen branches and roots.

You wiped at your tear stained cheeks, your breaths coming out in huffs as you tried to forget how you just lost the last person you had left on Earth…about the guilt that coiled around your body like rope for listening to your dad and running ahead…about how you had no idea what the hell you were supposed to do now.

You felt your chest tighten, as if a hand had reached inside your body and grabbed your heart, squeezing it in its grasp.

Distracted by the sudden pressure, you didn’t notice the tree branch hanging too low in front of you. The next thing you knew, you were sprawled flat on your back, wind knocked out of you, staring up at the swinging branch you collided with.

You laid completely still, save for your heaving chest as you tried to slow your breathing. Sweat dripped down the base of your neck and sides of your face, collecting into a pool around you.

With a groan, you pulled yourself up into a sitting position. You felt wetness drip down the side of your face and wiped at it with your fingertips. When you pulled your hand back, it was covered in blood. “Shit,” you grimaced.

Ignoring the turmoil inside, your survival instincts kicked in. You were vulnerable out in the open like this — you needed to find shelter and now. Wiping the blood from your hands, you went to stand up but a jolt of pain shot through your left ankle, sending you crashing back to the ground.

You hissed in agony and grabbed your foot, tears springing to your eyes from the strain. Taking a breath, you stretched your leg out in front of you to survey the damage. Relief washed over you when you realized you could roll your ankle around without too much strain, meaning it hadn’t been broken. But you grimaced at how swollen it already was.

Swallowing the pain, you focused back on the task at hand. You needed to get somewhere safe — that was priority number one. You could deal with everything else later.

Still, a small voice kept making itself known in the back of your head —

You’re all alone.

All. Alone.

You could’ve saved daddy.





Fighting back the tears that sprang to your eyes, you gripped your chest — feeling your heart rate starting to speed up…feeling your breath start to accelerate…

You frantically glanced around, seeing nothing but trees surrounding you. No matter which direction you faced, everything looked exactly the same. You had no idea where you were, which direction to go, which direction you came from. It was almost dark and you had no idea how to get somewhere safe or if there even was someplace safe. 

A chill set over your bones at the thought of being alone in the woods at night — nothing good ever happened at night.

Before even more panic could set it, a rustle came from behind you, drawing your attention away. You flipped over onto your knees, squinting towards the mass of trees you heard the noise come from. But dusk was making it difficult to see more than a couple feet in front of you.

All of the sudden, a group of walkers came into view, weaving between the trees, limping and groaning directly towards you.

Your stomach dropped as you began to crawl backwards, counting at least four biters coming your way — you had gone up against more than that before, but you didn’t have any back up and on top of that, you were injured.

You stumbled to your feet, hissing from the pain shooting through your ankle, and realized in horror that you wouldn’t be able to outrun the dead on a twisted ankle.

“Damn it,” you growled as the dead limped faster in your direction, arms outstretched, teeth bared.

Heart racing, you fumbled for the knife you kept strapped to your leg. It was the only weapon you had — everything else had been left behind back at the camp. You yanked it out of its sheath just as one of the walkers lunged at you.

Gasping, you braced your hands against the walkers shoulders, its jaws snapping inches from your face. You grunted, struggling under its weight — but with one big shove, you were able to push the biter onto its back, your body toppling on top of it. Just before its teeth could sink into your neck, you pulled your arm back and sunk your knife deep into the walkers temple, its grip on you going slack.

Wrenching your knife out of the walkers head, you hopped to your feet, keeping the pressure off your bad foot as the next walker sprang at you. 

You dodged its attack, pushing it away from you. While the biter fumbled for its balance, you snuck up behind and plunged your knife into the back of its head, blood splattered over your face as you yanked your knife.

Heart pounding, you spun around and came face to face with the most grotesque looking walker you had seen — half of its face had rotted off, exposing tendons and bone. One eye was dangling from its socket, bouncing against its cheek with each movement. The skin that was left on its body was sickly green, sagging into hanging clumps.

Fighting back the bile that rose to your throat, you ducked under the walkers swinging arms before giving it a shove backwards. The biter growled in protest, taking a minute to regain its balance as you slowly limped backwards, keeping your knife up and ready in front of you.

Suddenly, a snarl came from behind, turning your attention to the fourth walker who had snuck up on you. Before you could make a move, the biter attacked — launching itself right at you and effectively knocking you flat on your back. As your head slammed into the ground, you felt your knife slip from your grasp.

You were paralyzed for a moment, black spots clouding your vision. The only thing you were aware of was this heaviness that suddenly settled over your body. You lifted your head an inch off the ground and came practically nose to nose with the walker that took you down. 

A scream escaped your lips before you could stop it as you grabbed a handful of the walkers hair and yanked it backwards. The biter growled and snapped its jaws, just barely missing your face. You grunted under the weight of the walker and with your free hand, frantically felt around for your knife.

Instead, your hand clamped around what felt like a large rock. Adrenaline kicking into high gear, you picked it up and slammed it into the side of the walkers head. The walker rolled onto its back next to you and you quickly straddled it, raising the rock over your head and slamming it into the biters face until it stopped moving. 

You saw movement from the corner of your eye and went to grab the rock now embedded in the walkers face, but it was covered with blood and slipped right through your fingers.

With a frustrated yell, you jumped to your feet just as the walker with the hanging eye grabbed you, the weight of its body propelling you backwards until your back connected with a tree trunk. Groaning, you braced one forearm against its chest, the other against its neck, and felt the last remaining bit of strength you had draining from your body.

The walker snarled, snapping its blood stained teeth just inches from you. Your arms began quivering as you attempted to squirm out of the biters grasp, but your back was pressed up against the tree and there was no where for you to go.

A sob rose to your throat as you thought of your father — how he had just sacrificed his life so you could live yours — and how that sacrifice would mean nothing now. You were in a losing battle and by the looks of it, wouldn’t last much longer.

A sort of calm settled over your bones and you wondered if this was what it felt like to die — to feel at peace in the face of death. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, preparing yourself for the end…

But just as your arms were about to give out, you felt the biter you were fending off go completely still.

Your eyes shot open in confusion — its mouth was unhinged as if in mid bite, hands outstretched as if they were seconds from grabbing you, its one eye wide open.

Everything looked exactly how it did before you closed your eyes.

Except one thing.

There was an arrow sticking through the side of its head.

The walkers legs gave out and it crumpled to the ground. You were frozen in place, body shaking from what almost happened as you stared at the unmoving walker.

“Ya bit?” a new voice rang out, making your head snap up.

Your eyes landed on a man you had never seen before — he had cropped, brown hair and wore torn clothing. It looked like the sleeves of his plaid shirt had been ripped off, exposing toned, dirty arms. Over his shirt he wore a black leather vest. But what drew your full attention was the crossbow he held in his grasp aimed at your head.

“W-what?” you finally sputtered, heart beating a mile a minute.

Bit,” the man growled, seeming to lose his patience. “Did ya get bit?”

For the first time, you took a look at yourself. You could understand why he would be uneasy — most of your body was coated in blood, your clothing was all ripped up, and scratches covered most of your exposed skin.

“I ain’t got all day, woman,” the stranger barked out annoyed, taking a few measured steps forward, crossbow still pointed at you.

You gulped, slowly raising both of your hands in surrender. “I-I don’t think so,” you whispered. Your eyes flickered from the weapon up to the man, meeting his penetrating gaze. He seemed to give you a thorough once over — not in a way that made you uneasy — more so that he was being extra cautious.

When it seemed like he was satisfied you weren’t an immediate threat, he very slowly lowered his crossbow, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. A heavy silence passed between the two of you before the man spoke up. “The hell ya doin’ all the way out here?”

“My camp…” you trailed off, lowering your hands. “My camp was overrun.”

The man nodded, not seeming to need further explanation. “An’ what ‘bout your people?”

You lowered your eyes, feeling a tremor rock through you. You couldn’t think about how much you lost…not right now. Right now you needed to survive.

When you looked back up at the man, his eyes had softened considerably. “I didn’t mean ‘ta—“

“Thank you,” you interrupted, nodding towards the walker the man had taken down. “You saved my life.”

It might’ve been the trick of the light but you could’ve sworn you saw the man flush red. Regardless, he just grunted, approaching the walker. “Was nothin’,” he said offhandedly, bending down and yanking the arrow out of the walkers head.

“It wasn’t nothing,” you retorted, catching the man’s gaze as he straightened up. “You didn’t have to help me. Thank you,” you said slowly, meaningfully.

The man just nodded once, signaling the end of the conversation, as he slipped the arrow into the sack he had strapped around his shoulders. You suddenly felt very exposed — you needed to find you knife.

Body aching, you limped over to where you had dropped the knife and gently lowered yourself to your hands and knees. You began to feel around for the weapon you lost, pushing piles of leaves around, trying to uncover it. 

Every move you made felt like a thousand needles were piercing your skin — your head was pounding, your ankle was throbbing, and you were almost certain you had a concussion.

You felt eyes on you and flashed a look at the man who was watching you with furrowed brows. He seemed to have something on his mind but remained silent. Knowing you’d feel much better when you had something to protect yourself with, you continued to search the forrest floor.

Seconds later, you heard the rustling of footsteps approach you — the man was now beside you, standing over the walker you had killed with the rock. Then, almost effortlessly, he grabbed the biter by the collar of its shirt and tossed it a couple feet to the side. You watched perplexed, as the man crouched down and picked up something. 

When a glint of silver caught your attention, you realized he had grabbed your knife — so not only was this guy a skilled archer, he was apparently a mind reader as well.

His eyes flickered up to yours as if he heard your thoughts and held your gaze, straightening to his full height. You slowly stood up, ignoring the spasm of pain shooting through your ankle, and glanced at the weapon.

A part of you wondered why you weren’t as scared as you should be — you were defenseless, standing in front of stranger who held a knife. But you weren’t scared — hell, you weren’t even slightly concerned.

And that is what scared you.

The man suddenly flipped the knife in his hand, grabbing the blade and extending the hilt towards you.

You tentatively reached for it. “Thank you,” you mumbled yet again as you slipped the weapon back into the sheath wrapped around your thigh. “I’m, uh, I’m Y/N, by the way,” you continued, feeling a little self conscious, your people skills feeling incredibly rusty.

The man paused, seeming a little self conscious himself. “Daryl,” he finally grumbled with a nod.

“So,” you started a bit awkwardly, “what brought you all the way out here?”

Daryl’s features darkened ever so slightly. “Lookin’ for someone,” he said lowly, worry flashing over his face before quickly disappearing. “A lil girl…she got, uh, blonde hair. Real skinny. ‘Bout yeigh high,” he said, holding his hand up near his chest. “Ya seen anyone out here?”

You shook your head slowly. “No…no, sorry. You’re the first person I’ve seen.”

“Damn it,” Daryl rumbled, scanning the surrounding area. “I gotta keep lookin’. She’s jus’ a kid an’ all…” he trailed off, before locking eyes with you once again. “Hey, ya gonna be okay?”

You paused, caught off guard, unsure why this stranger was worried about your well being. “Yeah…yeah, I’ll be fine,” you finally said, clearly convincing neither you or Daryl.

He seemed to have an internal struggle, shuffling back and forth on his feet, looking torn. Finally seeming to have made a decision to whatever conflict was going on inside him, he sighed. “Listen, if ya want, I can bring ya back ‘ta — ”

Whatever he was about to say was cut off by the tell tale groan of a walker coming your way. The two of you immediately switched into high alert, Daryl raising his crossbow and you grabbing your knife. You felt your breathing start to pick up as you stared towards where the sound came from. The tension rolling off Daryl was almost palpable as he took few steps forward, shooting you a quick look over his shoulder.

A walker suddenly came into view — but just as quickly as it appeared, it was taken down — one of Daryl’s arrows pierced through its skull, a perfect headshot.

A sigh of relief left your body as Daryl walked over to the biter. You stared at his back as he went, the two angel wings sewn into the back of his vest drawing your attention. 

You watched as he effortlessly yanked the arrow out of the walkers head and reloaded it into his bow. “You’re pretty good with that thing,” you commented, motioning to the crossbow.

He glanced down at the weapon, turning it in his hands as if to get a good look at it. “It ain’t rocket science or nothin’,” he brushed off. “Ya got anythin’ else on ya ‘sides that knife?”

You shook your head. “We didn’t have time to grab anything.”

“We?” Daryl retorted, quirking a brow.

You felt your body go numb. For a minute, you’d almost forgotten you just lost your dad. A pit formed in your stomach and you did everything you could to hold back the grief that was threatening to crash over you. 

You tried not to think of your dad — how scared he looked, how you shouldn’t have left him, how brightly his blood had contrasted over his white shirt.

And then you felt two hands grab your shoulders and all of the sudden, you were face to face with Daryl. 

He was crouched down a little so the two of you were eye level and for the first time, you realized how deep his blue eyes were. “Ya good? Ya looked like ya were ‘bout ‘ta pass out or somethin’,” he rumbled, face etched with concern.

As you opened your mouth to respond, a loud growl sounded throughout the night, drawing both of your attentions to the trees behind you. You barely had time to react before Daryl was grabbing your arm and pulling you behind him, positioning himself in front of you, crossbow up and aimed once again.

You felt your heart rate speed up, grasping your knife a little harder than necessary. “How many?” you whispered, peeking over his shoulder.

“Don’t know…” he trailed off, chest heaving. “Can ya run?”

You looked down at your foot, wincing as you rolled the ankle you twisted earlier. “Not fast enough,” you murmured back. Daryl muttered something that sounded like a curse under his breath, but you couldn’t hear him over the blood pounding in your ears.

The suspense didn’t last long. Seconds later, a group of walkers emerged from the shadows. You took a step out from behind Daryl to stand beside him and counted five of them. He glanced down at you, his expression unreadable. 

You stared back up at him, ignoring the way your stomach flipped. “I’m with you,” you said resolutely, raising your knife.

Daryl watched you for a moment more, before giving a nod. He waited until one of the walkers was a couple feet away before firing at it, taking it down with an arrow to its head.

You limped a couple feet to the side, waving your arms around. “Hey! Over here!” you shouted, catching the attention of another walker. It set its sights on you and started groaning your way, stumbling over its own feet. You peeked around it and saw Daryl take down another one with his hunting knife.

A growl brought you back to the task at hand and you waited for the snapping walker to get closer. It reached for you but you ducked under its swinging arms and grabbed it by the hair, yanking its head back and sinking your knife deep into its forehead. The walker collapsed into a heap at your feet as you yanked your knife back out.

You spun around and saw Daryl hunched over, in the middle of reloading his crossbow, keeping his eyes on the walker nearing him. But what he didn’t see was the fifth walker approaching him from behind. 

You felt your heart lurch and you limped as fast as you could towards the man you had just met. He shot at the walker in front of him just as the one behind him pounced.

But you got to him first.

You threw yourself at the walker who had nearly taken a bite out Daryl’s shoulder, knocking yourself and the biter onto the forrest floor. You cried out as you landed hard on your already bruised body — but a growl put you back on high alert. 

The walker you took down now laid on its back, reaching for you with its ragged hand. But before it could grab you, you stabbed your knife through its arm, sinking the blade deep into the dirt below.

Now that one arm was securely pinned down, you rolled over the walker so you were straddling it. You spotted a fallen branch about a foot long and grabbed it, holding it high over your head, ready to strike…

And then suddenly, the walker beneath you was no longer just any walker.

Now it wore a stained white t shirt…now it’s throat was ripped open…now it’s warm like honey eyes, bloodshot and filled with unshed tears bored into yours.

“Dad…” you choked out, the noise sounding strangled in your throat as the stick slipped from your hand.

You were paralyzed — you couldn’t move, you couldn’t breathe. All you could do was stare. Guilt snaked its way into your thoughts — you should be dead right now, you should be the monster, not him.

Then you blinked and suddenly your dad was gone. It was just another walker beneath you, not the figment you just imagined. And before you could react, the biter retched its pinned arm free and grabbed you by the hair, bringing your face closer and closer to its snapping jaws.

Just when the walker was close enough where you could feel its breath on your neck, you saw a flash of silver and the walker was dead — your knife sticking in its temple. And then a pair of strong arms were wrapping around your waist and hoisting you off the dead biter.

You thought you heard someone calling your name, but everything sounded fuzzy — you couldn’t hear past the pounding in your ears. You felt two warm hands grab either side of your face and you realized you were almost nose to nose with Daryl, who had this frantic look on his face but you didn’t know why.

He was mouthing something — no, he was saying something — but you couldn’t understand him. All you could focus on was how fast your heart was racing, how numb your body felt, how you couldn’t catch your breath.

All of the sudden, Daryl had a hand cupped under your chin and was tilting your head up so you were forced to look at him — his touch grounding you. 

You locked eyes, focusing on how blue his eyes were, trying distract yourself from the chaos in your mind — and then you stared at his lips, trying to push past the fogginess so you could understand what he was trying to say.

“Hey, hey…look at me, Y/N, jus’ keep lookin’ at me,” he was saying.

You felt your legs starting to buckle under you, but just before they could give out, Daryl wrapped an arm around your waist and half dragged, half carried you away from the corpses and sat you down against a tree trunk. 

Tremors rocked your body as you leaned against the trunk, feeling the full effect of the panic attack starting to consume you.

But then Daryl appeared, crouching down right in front of you, watching you with worried eyes and you focused on him instead. “Jus’ breathe, Y/N,” he spoke quietly. You did as he said, squeezing your eyes shut and taking a deep breath, releasing the air when your lungs started to burn.

You don’t know how long you sat there, eyes closed, focusing on your breathing. When the tightness in your chest finally went away, you slowly opened your eyes. Daryl was still crouched in front of you, never having moved from his spot — and you realized how much comfort his presence brought you.

You let out a shaky breath, leaning your head back. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, feeling a mix of embarrassment and shame.

“Nah, don’t be,” Daryl retorted, shaking his head. “Nothin’ ‘ta be sorry for.”

You turned your head away from him, feeling tears spring to your eyes. You hated feeling out of control. You hated feeling weak. “I promise I’m not always this much of a basket case,” you laughed humorlessly.

Daryl just shrugged his shoulders, completely indifferent. “Basket case or not, ya saved my life.”

“Was nothin’,” you brushed off, calling back his own response from earlier. He just scoffed, the corner of his mouth quirking up before his features settled back to their normal stoic place. You took a deep breath and cleared your throat. “You, uh…you should probably get back to your search. That little girl’s still out here somewhere.”

“I ain’t gonna leave ya alone out here,” Daryl immediately shot back. “We got a camp. A farm. Me an’ my people. Good people,” he added for emphasis before doubt flashed through his eyes. “I mean, if ya want. Ya don’t have ‘ta —”

“No, no,” you jumped in. “No, I’d like that.”

Daryl just nodded before pushing off his feet and walking back to where the two of you had taken down the walkers. “We oughta get outta here ‘fore any more of these ugly pricks show up,” he grumbled, grabbing his crossbow and slinging it across his back. He then went over to the walker you had imagined was your dad and yanked your knife out of its skull.

With a heave, you pulled yourself up to a standing position, leaning against the tree. You bit back the pain shooting through your body, ignoring how the world spun around you.

Daryl made his way back to you, surveying the area for any signs of danger. “Here,” he said, handing your knife back to you.

“Thank you,” you sighed, tucking it back into its sheath. “Lead the way,” you offered with a wave of the hand, feeling a little nervous about what the future held for you, this strange man, and his group.

As soon as you took one step, agony shot through your ankle and you hissed in pain. You barely saw Daryl move, but one moment he was behind you and the next, he had slipped an arm around your waist and holding you up.

You stopped and glanced up at him, locking eyes once again. Neither of you spoke, both just taking the other in. You could’ve sworn you saw red flush over Daryl’s face, but in the next moment, it was gone and the two of you were moving forward. When you felt a spasm of pain shoot up your leg, you flinched, leaning heavily into Daryl. “You’re okay, I got ya,” he murmured, his deep voice rumbling through his chest. 

A small smile came across your lips as you held onto him a little tighter. “I know.”

SugarDaddy!Cal Pt.15

A/N: Well, well, well you guys I have returned. I know this chapter is long overdue and I apologise, but these are the last few days of school and when you’re in honors classes that apparently means give loads of work to the teachers.Then I was going to upload it hours ago but Oliver (the guy Connor is based on) spontaneously took me out for ice cream and shit. Anyway, I’m satisfied with this chapter and it’s long as hell, but I hope you all enjoy it. Remember 100 notes and feedback for 16.💕

**WARNING**: Loads of profanity, but that’s all.

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“I’m so glad you got a haircut.” You teased Connor as you ran your fingers through his now neatly trimmed and styled hair.“I don’t know what the hell you had going on with it yesterday.”

“Oh shut up, Y/N.”

The two of you had been roaming the mall shopping for hours on end. You knew that Connor needed a well deserved girl’s day, and what’s a better way to spend it besides shopping with a fashion major? You were dragging Connor towards Tip N’ Toe for scheduled pedicures.

“So, what’s your plan for me and Felix?”

“Not sure yet.” You admitted to him.“ He kind of refuses to talk about the subject.”

“That’s Felix for you.” Connor chuckled although he found no amusement with his situation.“ Hold things in until shit hits the fan.”

“Maybe you two need this little break. It might help you grow stronger or something.”

“What about you and Calum? You haven’t said much about him.” Connor quickly changed the subject and you rolled your eyes.“ Uh oh.”

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Eternal Love: Chapter 1

Originally posted by alwaysbts-br

Bts, Vampire AU!/Prince AU! Smut in upcoming Chapters. DOM Bts! Sub Reader! Daddy/Prince Kink! Overall Sexy!!! 

Being sold into an arranged marriage was the norm in every kingdom known to man. It was never meant for a man to simply love his wife. A “relationship” was merely a source to increase the population. A ridiculous agreement made centuries ago in order to keep a kingdom stronger than others.

Except… you never expected not only to be sold off to the most powerful household in the kingdom, but sold off to marry not one man… but seven. Whom also just so happen to be vampires.



“ (Y/N)… sweetheart” You heard your mother quietly sob as she moved a strand of your hair away from your face. “Sweetheart, I need you to wake up, we are going somewhere”.
You turned to look up at her, still half asleep, “Where are we going mother” you asked groggily.

 She just smiled, and squeezed your delicate hand, “ Just trust me puddin… it’s a lovely place “, she said before shoving a rag onto your airway. You looked at her with wide eyes, full of fear and sadness, you knew exactly what was happening. Only you wished it wasn’t happening .“ I’m so sorry” she said, giving you one last kiss to your forehead as you drifted off to sleep once more. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(Five Days Later) 

“Princess, Princess (Y/N)” a sweet voice whispered as the person lightly shook you to wake you up.

“Just five more minutes”, you whined turning to your side, earning a giggle from the lady trying to wake you up.

“ Princess, you’ve been asleep for five days, if you don’t wake up you might die from starvation” she urged on, lightly touching your shoulder.

Princess? Did she just call me princess? You opened your eyes slowly, looking to the side of a room you had not been familiar with. You sat up slowly, a slight headache approaching. 

“ How long have I been asleep?” You asked, rubbing your eyes.

” About five days princess” the woman replied in which you chuckled. “ Princess…” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “ Wait what?!?” You said as you fully opened your eyes.

 A stunning room shown before you. It was absolutely beautiful, a room build for a queen you thought. A room covered in gold: the ceiling had the most breathtaking scenery you’ve ever seen. A pattern of dark red with gold en-laced in the velvet color. The bed you rested on was practically the biggest bed you’ve ever seen, surrounded by see through drapes that mimicked the velvet/gold ceiling. Across from you was a large living room of some sort, where a table full of food and drinks awaited you. You looked at everything in awe.

“This must be my new home”, you whispered , a saddened yet excited tone in your voice. Completely forgetting about the stranger who was trying to wake you up.

“ Yes, this is your new home princess” she smiled, waiting for you to spare a glance over to her.

You then looked over at the woman who has been sitting by your side the entire time. She was absolutely beautiful, her blonde hair glistened due to the bright sun shining through the windows, her bright smile and blue eyes left you mesmerized, as it did to everyone else. You only gawked at her, envying her beauty.  In which she only giggled.

“ It’s very nice to meet you princess, I am Annabelle, your lady- in -waiting. I will assist you in your everyday activities and make sure everything is met to your needs”, she smiled brightly once again as she stood up and bowed.

You reacted right away, “ No no no no no, please there’s no need to bow”,you pleaded and giggled. 

She looked at you in confusion, in which you then responded, “ i’m actually quite scared with this whole situation” you admitted.

 She raised her eyebrow as if to say “ You don’t say”;  she could smell your fear the second your mother applied the ether to your face.

 “ It’s not every day an ordinary farm girl gets sold into a … royal family?” You asked more than stated. Annabelle nodding her head as if answering your question.

 “ It would really put me at ease if we just acted as close friends, being that I will probably be here for the rest of my life.” You looked at her with pleading eyes and a gentle smile. “ Please call me  (Y/N)… no princess or majesty.. Whatever you people call it.” You giggled uneasily.

She looked at you a bit longer, trying to figure out what was so special about an ordinary peasant such as yourself. As she examined you closer, without making you feel uneasy, you grasped a hold of her had, a small gasp leaving Annabel’s lips as an electric shock traveled through her body as she looked into your eyes. “ She’s the one” Annabelle thought to herself, a smile covering her face as a shiver traveled down her spine.

“ As you wish prin… (Y/N)” she said, receiving a hopeful smile from you.

As the two of you smiled at each other a loud rumble sounded from your stomach, causing Annabelle to slightly jump in surprise due to her intense vampire hearing.

“Oh my , you must be starving” she said, looking at you with a worried expression.

“Well sleeping for five days straight does make a girl parched”, you joked, earning a slight giggle from the two of you.

“Well come this way, the staff and I prepared all kinds of food for you to enjoy, after all, your gonna need all the strength you can get when you meet the prince’s”. she said slightly pulling you out of bed.

“Prince’s? There are more than one?” you asked more nervous than you already were to meet the prince… now prince’s.

“Don’t worry princ..(Y/N), you wont meet them all at once, that would be intense”, she giggled as you two reached the table, sitting you down in front of the table of food. “Enjoy the food”. she smiled waiting by the side of your chair. 

“Please, sit down and eat with me. After all, you did help make all of this and I would love to get to know you better through the power of food” you said, pulling a chair next to you. 

Being that vampires were able to also eat human food she smiled and sat next to you.

“ Are you sure (Y/N), I want you to eat as much as you want”. she said looking into your eyes for reassurance.

“Annabelle, there’s enough food here to feed the entire kingdom, please be my guest“ You said as you handed her a chicken leg along with your own.

She took the offering with a smile .

“To friendship” you said holding up your chicken leg. She looked at you and giggled, “To friendship”, she said as you two touched chicken legs.

“ She definitely is extraordinary… treat this one well brothers, she’s a prize to be won”, Annabelle thought to herself loud enough for her seven brothers to hear.

And hear they did


“ Our queen has awoken brothers”, Namjoon stated with a cheeky smirk as he looked outside his window.  The rest of his brothers looking his way.

“Hyung”, Jungkook spoke up, “ Do you feel that” he said gripping his chair, almost snapping the arm rest.

“Is that her?” , Jimin almost moaned at the feeling you ignited throughout the castle.

Namjoon turned to face his brothers, “ She’s the one “. Unwillingly revealing his fangs alongside his hyungs.

“ What is this feeling…?” Seokjin asked. The rest of the hyungs looking at namjoon for a response.

“It’s what father felt for mother… eternal love” he smirked as he licked his fangs.

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