just gonna continue to post these even though nobody can see them

NurseyWeek Prompt #3 - Challenge.

“Oh, it is fucking on, bros,” Lardo shouts over the incessant thumping of the bass. “You two are going to get obliterated.” She points an emphatic finger at Ransom and Holster, who stand shoulder to shoulder on the other side of the beer pong table. Holster cups his hand over his chin, rubbing it thoughtfully, and side-eyes Ransom.

“She shouldn’t be able to say words like ‘obliterated’ three cups of tub juice in,” he says. Ransom is just beginning to nod in agreement when he’s beaned smack in the middle of his forehead with a ping pong ball. Holster gets hit in the same spot half a second later, sending both of them reeling back, spluttering.

“You know, I figured four years was enough time for the two of you to learn not to underestimate my abilities,” Lardo says, tossing another ping pong ball up in the air. She cocks an eyebrow and catches the ball, meeting their gazes. “My mistake. Clearly, you need another lesson.”

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So I can see many people are interested in my analysis of Jikook relationship. Since I have been fan from 2014 and also have been shipping Jikook from that time I will focus it mainly on my opinion about their relantionship from that year. I am also gonna put here my theory about their relationship from the time before I became a fan but it is not going to be as detailed. I think this is going to be really tiring post to read so I decided to split it into several parts because I have a lot to say. ( I might make this as series and talk about all the moments and future moments in the future)

DISCLAIMER: This post is supposed to be just for fun and shipping of Jikook. I am not claiming this is truth and I am not forcing anyone to believe this. These are just my observations throughout the years I have been into BTS and the time I have been into shipping jikook. I don’t want to cause any types of fanwars or stupid “shipwars” by this post and I don’t want other people to use this content for these kind of purposes. Also I am opened to hear about your other opinions. Just if you don’t like my opinion don’t be later on rude in my asks or something. As I said I am opened to listen but I AM NOT GONNA TOLERATE HATE OR PEOPLE BEING RUDE TO ME JUST BECAUSE I HAD FUN WITH THIS.

SO when everything is clear now let’s begin.

Pre-debut years + 2013

I have not much to say to this period of time. But from my observations I got Jikook was totally hyung/dongsaeng relationship. In my opinion Jungkook might have feel something more than just appreciation towards his hyung. You know when you are at that age and you have not much idea what is just adoring someone friendly and what are actually real feelings toward someone. I think Jungkook was really confused at that time because he was realizing that something might be going on but also the social stigma and sudden exposition to cameras and publicity were holding him back to sit down and think about it. From Jimin’s point of view Jungkook was his cute dongsaeng that reminded him of his younger brother. I think him missing his home and sudden change of environment resulted in Jimin really caring for Jungkookie naturally thanks to his personality and attitude towards Bangtan.

Late 2013+early 2014

In my opinion this was the period when Jungkook started to get really confused. He knew he cares for his hyung and he knew he likes him a lot. But I think that he had to feel something more from the beginning and that’s what was confusing him. Even though I think he was confused I still think he wasn’t putting too much mind into it. I think Jimin was just his favourite hyung at that time. This was also the period of so called “clingy Jimin” and “refusing maknae”. In my opinion Jungkook have never despised or hated Jimin. There is just no way of that happening in Bangtan and I think it is really stupid to even joke about it or bringing it up. Jungkook was just simple pubescent boy. The person he liked he teased.He knew how Jimin gets annoyed when people ignore him or how self-conscious he was about his height.

 Also a huge aspect in this played that Jungkook maybe showed his affection towards Jimin behind cameras but it was really hard for him to express himself in front of them. I think the whole jikook bickering might have started by one moment where Jungkook felt uncomfortable to express himself and showing skinship. But maknae acting that way towards his hyung was really hilarious and that’s why it continued. We also know that Jungkook always looks up to his hyungs and when they were teasing Jimin he probably thought it was also OK for him to tease Jimin. From Jimin’s point of view I think it was still the same as before. I don’t think feelings played role in his relationship with Jungkook from the beginning and I would dare to even say he was being kinda obvious to Jungkook for a really long time. To be honest I still like this period of their relationship even though many jikook shippers are trying to forget about it.  You ask me why? The reason is that I found really entertaining to watch fetus Jungkook trying to get attention of his hyung but also trying to act like he is his own boss and that he doesn’t need his hyung at all.  I also could kinda see his inner struggle most of the time. Or on the other hand when he was doing a lot of skinship unconsciously. 

What I also really like about this period was that Jungkook even though he acted like he didn’t care he still found a moments how to show he his appreciation for his hyung. Do you remember the moment during AHL when  Jimin was really pissed at that kid and Jungkook showed total concern with his hyung. That he understands how things like THESE piss Jimin off. This shows how close Jikook have been even though they used to play that “cat and mouse game”.(also shows that Jungkook wasn’t being disrespectful towards Jimin at all) Jungkook joking towards Jimin was ok even though he is younger but some young-blooded kid scolding Jimin was no way go. 



Drive By

Jax x Reader where the reader gets shot but Jax has to leave her.

Originally posted by nikitassoul

As you’re talking to Gemma, you look around the room, a content smile on your lips. Everyone in the clubhouse makes up part of your family, and you couldn’t be happier to be part of such a wonderful, yet slightly psychotic, group of people. You wouldn’t change them for the world.

“I’m really glad he’s got you, sweetheart. There’s nobody else I’d rather have as my future daughter in law.” Gemma says, her hand rubbing your arm lovingly. Before you can respond, glass smashing fills your ears, loud continuous bangs adding to the sound.

“Everybody down!” Chibs roars, the people in the clubhouse dropping like flies, trying to find cover. Gemma pulls you down, your body paralysed with shock as the bullets continue to smash through the walls, eyes searching to find your boyfriend, wanting to know he’s okay.

You spot Jax crouched on the floor, his brows knitted in worry as his eyes find yours. He shakes out of Chibs’ grasp, swiftly yet skillfully making his way over to you, sheltering your body with his own as you grip his shirt, the warmth and scent of him calming you slightly.

After what feels like forever, the bullets stop, motorcycles revving as the shooters leave the lot, the sound getting further and further away before it eventually disappears from your hearing.

“Are you okay?” Jax asks, his hands cradling his face as he watches you with concern. You nod your head shakily, forcing a small smile, your body revving with adrenaline.

“Jax, her leg.” You frown in confusion as Gemma speaks, you and Jax both turning your attention to your leg, blood seeping through your jeans. The adrenaline wears off as you begin to feel your injury, your lower leg throbbing painfully.

“Jesus christ.” Jax pulls his knife from its case hanging from his waist, carefully cutting your jeans, his hands ripping the denim until your leg is freed. Without the barrier, blood begins to pour out of the bullet hole below your knee, your eyes scrunching closed as white hot pain floods through your whole body.

“Jackie boy,” You force yourself to open your eyes, your sight misty with tears as Chibs stands over Jax’s shoulder, the blonde haired biker completely focused on you. “Cops will be here, soon. Jarry said they’re gonna cuff us if there’s anymore shit this week.”

Gemma squeezes your hand reassuringly, your forehead sweating as you try to ignore the pulsing agony, Jax looking completely torn. “I can’t just leave her, Chibs. She’s been fucking shot!”

“Yes, you can.” you groan, pushing yourself to sit up properly. Jax shakes his head defiantly, but you speak before he get his words out. “You’ve gotta go, babe.”

“She’s right, darlin’. I’ll look after her, get her to St Thomas.” Gemma adds, knowing that no matter how much Jax wants to stay with you, he’s no good to anybody locked up. Jax looks between the three of you, his jaw locked in anger.

“Go, I’ll be fine.” Willing yourself not to cry, you try to adjust your leg, biting your lip so hard you can taste the blood. Sirens begin to sound in the distance, the other members coming to stand by Jackson, urgency on their faces.

“Fuck.” Jax curses, Gemma leaving your side to move to Jax’s position, fatigue beginning to slip over you, your head dizzy from the blood loss. “Look after her, mom.”

You rest your head on the wall behind you, closing your eyes yet trying to stay conscious. A pair of lips kiss your head, Jax’s aftershave filling your nostrils. You try to smile, forcing your eyes to open as you look up at your old man. “Be careful.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll come and see you as soon as I can.” he responds, stroking your cheek protectively. You nod, a tired smile on your lips as you do so.

You don’t realise that you’ve passed out until you come to in a hospital room, the smell of bleach almost burning your nose. You move your head to the side, the chair next to your temporary bed vacant, though voices can be heard outside the room.

You try to ignore the needle in your hand, the sight making your stomach turn as you shift your legs, a hiss leaving your lips as you do so. Fucking bullet.

The door opens, a sigh of relief leaving you at the sight of your boyfriend, the concern in his eyes unable to be missed. A gentle smile plays on his lips as he shuts the door behind him.

“Everything okay?” you ask, your voice slightly croaky as you talk. He nods in confirmation, his feet moving him over to your bedside as he leans down to kiss you, his fingertips moving your hair out of your face.

“M'sorry.” he says once he pulls away, sitting on the edge of your bed, your hand being held in his as he strokes your skin soothingly. You shush him, shaking your head, just happy he’s safe and well.“We dealt with the problem.”

“I’m sure you did.” you respond cheekily, squeezing his hand. He smirks, bringing your fingertips up to his mouth and kissing them individually. “How long was I out?”

“Couple hours. You lost a lot of blood, babe, but doc said you can come home tonight as long as you promise to rest.” You roll your eyes, the sound of lying in bed and doing nothing completely unappealing to you, especially since you know Jax won’t be home with you.

“So, no sex?” Jax chuckles, shaking his head at your antics. He runs his tongue across his lower lip, and you can just tell he’s thinking about the night before, the two of you completely tangled in one another as you reached sweet bliss over and over.

“I’m sure we can figure something out if you’re feeling needy, darlin’.” he says, cradling your face between his hands as he watches you, nothing but love in his eyes.

“I’m always needy for you, Teller.”

A/N - Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, thank you for your amazing support even through my mini break, it means the world. This was a bit of a random idea lol but hope you enjoyed! Xx

anonymous asked:

Do you have any Faberry or Bechloe fic recs? You write amazing fanfiction, so I imagine you probably also have good taste in them :D

aw thank you so much! as luck would have it… I do have fic recs for both of those ships! And, well, of course I think of myself as having good taste in fics ;)

I have made a few faberry fic recs in the past, and unfortunately, I haven’t found many more fics with them since then? Granted, I haven’t been as much in a faberry-heavy mood for a few months, so… yeah the fic rec lists are the same. You can find them  here and here.

As for bechloe… okay, well the majority of my favorite Bechloe fics are shorter stories/oneshots (which i believe is the majority of stories i’ve really seen) but granted, I haven’t gone through this entire fandom and scoured for fics like i have for faberry. 

Okay, so without farther adieu:

Bechloe Fic Recs

By Redlance

Experimentation - So, about that one little regret… (aka canon divergent from the second movie and Chloe’s tent confession also known as the slowest burn to ever burn)

this is like the classic quintessential bechloe fic, let’s be real. i’m sure you’ve already read it, but… the hands down best bechloe fic i’ve ever seen.

Exception - Chloe is Beca’s exception to most of the rules she’s set herself in life. Which isn’t anywhere near as difficult for Beca to accept as it should be.

Sure Would Be Prettier - There’s an entire world out there for Beca to see, and she does. It’s filled with beauty and music and wonder, and it’s all pretty breath-taking. But there’s always something missing.

By wherehopelies -

You Still Make Sense to Me (Your Mess Is Mine) - “Chloe fills up all of the spaces inside her that she didn’t even know existed until Chloe was there.“orrrrr the one where it takes a fake-engagement and being domestic as hell for these two idiots to realize they’re in love. Set two years after PP2 and mostly canon compliant. Title taken from Vance Joy’s "Mess is Mine”

By Care -

The Sexual Implications of Teleportation - The first time is a complete freak accident.

eliminate the distance between us - Senior year isn’t really going the way Beca thought it would.A Pitch Perfect 2 AU.

You Know Her Breath Will Catch And How Her Fingers Curl - If someone had asked Beca at the end of her freshman year whose idea it would be to do a Bellas reunion tour, she would have sworn up and down that it would be Aubrey’s.

By gilligankane -

reality is a sliding door - There is a theory: every person has a moment in their life where they make a choice to go left or right. From those possibilities, two parallel lines form, running alongside each other; two concurrent realities. Parallel lines never cross; they run forever next to each other without ever meeting.In one world, Beca Mitchell joins the Barden Bellas.In another world, she wasn’t supposed to.In every world, Beca Mitchell underestimates Chloe Beale.

when gravity’s pulling (you’re still holding my heart) - Beca isn’t sure how she got here.Well, she knows how she got here, in this house, with these girls. She knows all about the real estate process too. But she isn’t sure how she got here: Laying on her bed with her laptop in her lap and her legs bent at the knee, feet flat so Chloe can paint her toenails while she goes over the Bellas history with Legacy and answer every question about the Beca-and-Chloe (fake) dating thing.It’s this part of her life she isn’t so sure about.

Song Beneath the Song - Chloe has always followed the music, because music has given her the best, most important things in her life.  It’s never led her astray. Sometimes, though, she wishes it’d give her a little bit of warning about the roller coaster she’s in for.

By sexonastick -

The Party’s Crashing Us - Beca has never been big into high school activities, but sometimes desperate people do desperate things. Like show up for marching band and get stalked by the creepy redheaded cheerleader who won’t leave you alone.

Bulletproof Use of Bullet Points - Nobody values friendship more than Aubrey Posen. (Even her best friend, Chloe, can really only be said to consider friendship equally as important as Aubrey does.) The point is: it matters.But Beca Mitchell might just be the most annoying person at Barden University. (Important note: she most definitely is.) Tolerating smug shitheads for the sake of someone else is surely the True Meaning of friendship.

By eliseboobman -

One touch and I was a believer (every kiss it gets a little sweeter) - “I wonder how many there are.” Chloe says, pointing up with her finger. She starts to count, moving her finger every time she does, and Beca smiles as she watches her. It’s impossible to count every star in the sky, but obviously Chloe tries. It’s such a Chloe thing to do.

You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece - Beca is in love with Chloe. Chloe is in love with Stacie. Stacie is in love with Aubrey. Everything is messed up. (The unrequited love AU that nobody asked for.)

By obstinate_questionings -

This World Is Gonna Burn (Baby You Should Stick Around) - Beca really should have let Chloe know how much she hated ghost stories.[Halloween fic.]

By shitqueen -

Silhouettes -  It’s quite worrisome, how happy-go-lucky, doesn’t know the meaning of boundaries, across-neighbour Chloe Beale doesn’t bother her.  She doesn’t dwell on it though, she just continues on with life and focuses on what’s in front of her. Like, giving Jesse his Chinese food and pushing his legs off her sofa.(or: beca thinks everything is perfect, then chloe moves in across from her. being domestic as hell and secretly in love with each other for two years  come after.)

oh the habits of my heart - Listen, Beca’s not gay.She’s, like, only mildly attracted to German blondes. And, like, half-ish attracted to weirdo redheads with no knowledge on boundaries and how to respect them. So, yeah. Beca’s not gay.

By novel_concept26 -

Storytellers and Legends - Dr. Mitchell has the habit of kicking off his classes with personal stories: stories about a girl so outrageous, she couldn’t possibly be real. At least, that’s what Chloe always told herself. 

(Accidentally) Taking Aim - For Kay’s prompt: “At Barden, the acapella groups are naturally drawn to understanding the world through music. It’s the language they speak, from toners to aca-children, but most of all in the harmonies they make with their mouths. So is it really any wonder that Chloe is falling so hard when Beca is wooing her with her music, even if it’s completely by accident?”

Secrecy - Chloe and Aubrey are best friends; always have been, always will be. Which is what makes this whole thing so weird. Because, see, best friends don’t keep secrets from each other. Most of the time.

Some Kind of Home - Home is where the heart is; Chloe is just better at following hers than most people. Not that Beca gets that at all.

By reliquiaen -

I Am Not Worthy (Not Worthy of This) - Prompt: “I found your tumblr but you don’t know and urg now you’re posting about your crush on this cute person oh wait is that me.”  Got waaaay out of hand.

Jesse’s Girl - “It’s an inner monologue of curses and other assorted expletives coupled with self-derogatory slurs that’s been skipping scratchily through her head for the past ten minutes.” - AU

By lismicro -

this love ain’t enough to leave you - On a one-way trip to Los Angeles, aspiring DJ Beca Mitchell doesn’t expect her world to change. Enter Chloe Beale, photographer and journalist, who doesn’t know how to make hers stand still.

By mooosicaldreamz -

mix the bourgeoisie and the rebel (we got the gift of melody) - Beca is an up and coming producer, Chloe Beale is pop’s newest princess. This is the story of how they fall in love.

By echo_wolf -

Something You Want, Something You Need - Beca Mitchell’s not really sure how, but a copper-haired Cocker Spaniel (who walked into her bathroom while she was singing in the shower) managed to change her life and give her Chloe Beale.  Or the story of how DJ-just-moved-in-down-the-hall Beca and  travelling-private-music-instructor Chloe succeed to be disgustingly domestic with a dog and 5000 miles distance.

By galpalkru -

Don’t You (Forget About Me) - If you drunkenly sleep with your best friend, you’re both just supposed to pretend that you don’t remember, right? Even if you know that she knows that you know that she knows. Yeah.Or the one where Beca and Chloe sleep together and refuse to be the first to admit that they both remember everything.

By lamachine -

embrace the weirdness -  She was working for a sex line. Chloe was a phone sex operator.  Okay. That one, Beca needed time to process.

By theamberissubtle -

Aca-awkward - Chloe gets caught sexting in class by a lecturer who also happens to be the unsuspecting father of her girlfriend.

By chloebeale -

All Apologies - Beca can’t believe it when her gorgeous redheaded neighbor shows up on her doorstep. When she starts crying, admitting that she’s run over what she thinks is Beca’s cat, she doesn’t have the heart to tell her that the feline belongs to the old man next door. And when Chloe locks her keys in her car, she can’t help but invite her in. But even Beca doesn’t expect what happens next.

I’ll stop there for now… I hope you enjoy!

Once Upon an Allergy

The Spring Exchange fic authors have been revealed, so I can post this here now!

This was my exchange fic for @baneismydragon! I hope you enjoy(ed) it, you gave a really good prompt! Shout out to @reyxa for lending me her soulmates au where the sneezes of soulmates sync up.

Summary: "After pouring two packs of chocolate powder in each mug, she felt a sudden sensation in her sinuses thanks to the powder that remained in the air. Quickly, she put her finger below her nose, pleased when the sneeze stopped. After that, it was quick work to pour the water and stir the mix in, and just as she was about to bring them out-

She sneezed.

She stared at the mugs of hot chocolate, her eyes impossibly wide. There was no way. She had to be dreaming. She did not just hear three consecutive sneezes come from her friends in the living room.”

Or, a soulmate au where the sneezes of soulmates sync up after you meet them.


“Alright, class, we’ve got two new students joining us this semester. Please, introduce yourselves for us,” their teacher, Madame Bustier, said.

Standing in front of the rest of the class were two students, one that looked excited and fiery, and another that looked shy and awkward. To the class’ surprise, the shy one spoke first.

“Hi, my name’s Adrien, and I look forward to working with all of you in the future.” He punctuated his statement with a quick little wave and a sweet smile.

After he finished speaking, the other spoke. “I’m Alya, and I just moved nearby from across the city.”

Madame Bustier gave them both a smile and gestured for them to find their seats. Alya moved instantly, spotting an empty seat in the second row, next to a girl she’d actually ran into before school started. Adrien rubbed his arm, his eyes sweeping across the room. He saw a childhood friend of his waving for him to sit by her, but he cringed when he saw her trying to push her seatmate out for him. In the hopes of letting the poor girl keep her seat, Adrien sat as close as he could by taking the empty seat in front, next to a student that looks uninterested in what was going on.

While the two settled in, their teacher was about to continue speaking when two synchronized sneezes sounded from the back of the room. Adrien and Alya both turned to look, eyes wide at actually having a pair of soulmates in their classroom. They saw a couple sitting next to each other in the row behind Alya, both of them blushing a tiny bit as their hands intertwined.

Patient though she may be, when Adrien and Alya didn’t look away, Madame Bustier cleared her throat and brought their attention back to her. It was only then that the two noticed nobody else had turned to gawk, which could only mean they all knew already.

“I understand that soulmates are an interesting topic to talk about, let alone see in person, but we do have class to tend to, Monsieur Agreste and Mademoiselle Césaire.” With that, she turned around and started writing on the board. Adrien looked sheepish and stared down at his desk while Alya turned to the girl beside her and started whispering.

“So girl, mind spilling the beans on those two behind us?” she asked, not quiet enough to keep Adrien and his seatmate from hearing. “Are they really… you know?”

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that one mmo guild with the SKAIA tag

john: is a contributing member. karkat made him one of the guild officers and nobody’s really sure why. is always on at really weird times of day. plays non-optimal specs and does things like play pvp-designed specs in pve raids, yet pulls near-top dps and nobody understands how the fuck he’s doing it. pulls a lot of portal pranks (”hey click the portal i’m summoning food!” and then people end up in asscrack nowhere). 

rose: very dedicated to her dark mage lifestyle (blm in ff14, shadow priest/warlock in wow) and will not part from it. has like 50 alts that all have the exact same spec. is dedicated to collecting really weird bits of lore and complains routinely about how the game keeps sabotaging the worldbuilding. doesn’t level professions. has some really weird talent point spending/crossclass abilities but makes it work for her. was originally the guild main healer. got sick of it. 

dave: has one dedicated main, max leveled character; fills the rest of his character space with alts at level 2 who have names like “fartsmell” and “dickballs.” has gotten a suspension at least once for these usernames. the dude who starts singing along to his music mid-raid fight and it becomes a group injoke. routinely refers to things with memes ala “are we gonna just leroy jenkins this” and every time karkat starts getting upset links people the onyxia dkp minus animation. king of the auction house, but only sells weird random bullshit for way more money than it’s worth. everyone knows he’s in a relationship with karkat, but talking about it gets your guild chat privileges removed (by karkat)

jade: has every crafting profession maxed. always seems to be online but also is always afk, until someone says “can someone make me an item?” and then suddenly, there she is. has several alts, all max leveled, but every single character she creates is the furriest race possible (worgen/tauren/pandas in wow, catpeople in ff14, charr in gw2). has all her raid gear glamoured to be sparkly and crazy looking and is one of the best players on the server, but impossible to get to raid with anybody but her own guild. tries all the roles a bit but decides she hates tanking, and sticks mainly to dps. organizes raids of old content. has a bunch of alts on an rp server.

jane: king of the auction house, but selling actually profitable bullshit and has a dozen ah addons to ensure she’s always got the best prices and has bought out undercutters. on the server she’s notorious for this to the point that people wonder if she’s actually employing bots, which she would never, of course. is the guild main healer and 10000% done with everybody else’s shit. encourages john’s portal (and other) pranks and treats magic food summoning as seriously as setting up a real life dinner party. she and dirk have the mt/mh dynamic to end them all and it’s well known on the server that they’re a package deal if you can get them to raid with you.

jake: always seems to be in some random corner of the world fishing. has almost as much gold as jane or dave but nobody understands how. quest completionist and likes to see all of every zone he can; has a million achievements but doesn’t know how to put his titles on display. has every single last holiday mount, pet, and custom gear, but never uses any of it. doesn’t talk much in the voice chat. everyone on the server knows he’s an absurdly good player but he never talks to anybody outside the guild, period, and constantly marks himself busy/afk. glamours all his gear to look as skimpy as possible. likes discovering little world details and exploring the map looking for interesting locations and rare spawns. logs off voice chat the instant a raid is over and never comes on it otherwise.

dirk: the guild main tank. not guild leader or even an officer, but considers himself in charge of learning and teaching raid strategy and takes it very seriously. is a huge asshole about policing the guild bank and raid times and is regarded by everybody as an “unofficial” officer just because he’s so much more strict about guild rules than john or roxy. always in voice chat even when he’s not online. regularly “hacked” by roxy when he’s being an especial jerk. fans with rose over the lore. rerolled his main character to be a hero class/heavensward class so that their personal story would continue, but does NOT have any alts on an rp server and keeps his character’s story to himself unless directly asked. best tank on the server, but everybody’s too scared to ask him to raid with them. people all vaguely know he and jake are together but it never comes up since jake doesn’t talk a lot.

roxy: guild officer with john. despite appearing to be the most laid back member of the guild she’s always in peak level gear and, unlike the rest of the guild, regularly accepts invites to other raids so long as they’re not planning to run it in the skaia guild. CRAZY good at pvp. runs regular pvp groups with anybody else in the guild who’s interested (dirk, karkat, terezi, and rose usually come along, at least) and is almost singlehandedly responsible for keeping pvp zones on lockdown for their faction. puts out good dps and occasionally offtanks but her main focus is definitely pvp. always seems to be online. has several alts, all of which are also max level and well geared. nobody understands how she has this level of skill, nor the time.

karkat: runs the guild. a stickler for raid times and routinely threatens people with losing guild status or whatever the equivalent of dkp nowadays is. talks a LOT between raid fights (dirk does most of the talking during the raid fights) and lays out where the fuckups were and who needs to do better. despite how angry he routinely seems he also regularly whispers people to ask about their personal problems and if they need any help, and puts in a lot of time outside regular raid hours to help people get geared up, sometimes solo running their alts through low-level dungeons. usually offtanks for guild raids and is passable at it (though not outstanding). posts on the forums all the time and is infamous there. always poor because he keeps helping other guild members purchase their flying skills and fund their professions.

kanaya: off healer. everybody knows she and rose are together and they’re quite open about it. doesn’t especially understand a lot of mechanics or terms about the game, but is a decent enough player. takes her tailoring/weaving profession very seriously and is quite annoyed that she can’t design her own fashion, no matter how many times people explain limitations of in-game models to her. always logs off with a statement like “nobody stay up too late and have a good night.” people outside the guild think she’s a 40 year old mom. likes to mess around in the character creator. she and rose have several alts each on an rp server, each pair with a different and very specific relationship, no two the same. everybody knows this but nobody wants to know details. 

terezi: even bigger on pvp than roxy. almost exclusively plays on rp servers and therefore isn’t around a lot for actual guild activities outside of the non-rp characters she made because she didn’t want to be left out. even on the non rp server she constantly is /say and /whisper and /yelling in character and says R3PORT3D anytime somebody tells her to stop. whenever dirk and/or karkat get salty at other guild members she will jump in to threaten them with GU1LD COURT and refuse to relent even if someone says that isn’t a real thing. likes weird class/race combos and complains that so many interesting ones are off limits (W4RLOCKS SHOULD B3 4CC3SS1BL3 TO 3V3RY R4C3! SUCH BULLSH1T). also active on the forums. even more infamous than karkat because she won’t fucking drop her quirk.

Down With The Flu

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3,460

Warnings: mentions of vomiting, the flu, things associated with the flu, sam being a total sweetheart, fluff

Prompt: When the reader comes down with the flu, Sam’s right by her side, nursing her back to health even if it means seeing some of the worst sides of the girl he’s been falling for. 

A/N: I finally decided to finish this fic and post it. I wrote this back on New Years when I got sick, so everything in this is what I experienced then. This is also slightly dedicated to @impala-dreamer as she is down with the flu right now. Get well soon Beka and enjoy some Sammy taking care of you. (:

This is is. This is how you were going to die: tossing and turning in bed with what felt like a balloon swelling in your stomach. You were going to die, alone, at three a.m and nobody would discover you until probably late afternoon. You’d be rotting for probably 12 hours before someone found you. You were sure of it.

Between the constant tossing and turning and general uncomfortableness you had managed to doze off for another couple of hours. “Surely,” you thought the second you woke up and everything felt okay, “I’m dead.” And then the upset stomach returned.

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tinder's a shit show (trixya) (1/?) - ornacia

(A/N: hey all. this little thing is the product of exam stress, boredom, and my inevitable relapse into full-on rpdr fanfiction addiction. i’ve never written anything for this fandom before so apologies if it’s not the best. i might continue it if the response is good but if not, it was a lot of fun either way!)

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Chocobro Apartment Headcanons

And where Noct passes out in them

Alrighty, first real post~ This isn’t a request, just something I thought up so let’s go~ (omg this is gonna get long I’m so sorry)


  • It’s probably darker than the picture, like a medium grey on that left wall, and the window’s probably bigger
  • Noct’s place isn’t much in terms of furniture or decor really, but it’s not barren or anything
  • He’s just…never really cared too much about how his place looks really
  • He’s got a couch, a bed, LOTS of pillows and bankets, the basic supplies, the basic electronics (gaming consoles included of course), blackout curtains, and that big old school reading chair his dad gave him (that’s in the place of that dinky chair btw) so what more does he need?
  • Honestly, it’s the other boys that do most of the decorating
  • Like Prompto brings in some “cool” knick knacks to make the place “seem less dreary” and covers his walls in framed photos
  • Gladio brings in some potted plants to “actually get some life to this place” (Noct rarely remembers to water them on time)
  • Ignis brings in “smaller” furniture like end tables, a rug, a hall mirror, some fake plants to replace the slowly dying real ones
  • Noct doesn’t really mind and just lets them do whatever
  • They decide to prank him and make his place look like one of those Instagram rooms with pixie lights everywhere, cutesy stars and hearts dangling from the ceiling, some of those poetic words wall stickers
  • Noct wasn’t pleased
  • I could see his place being a studio apartment since having everything in sight might be a small comfort, especially after waking up from a nightmare or something
  • Unfortunately, the lack of “personalization” does cause some discomfort while he’s at home and while the stuff the guys bring is helps out a lot, he still more often then not heads over to someone else’s place

~Where Noct passes out~

It’s his own damn place he can pass out wherever the hell he wants

The reading chair.

Just after all the other big furniture had been moved into the new apartment, Noct’s dad presented him with a housewarming gift. A large, old, somewhat lavish reading chair he used to keep in his reading room. King Regis took a seat in it and began to tell stories of the older days when his son was just a few years old. How he’d sit in that chair, son in his lap, and read off the fairy tales the child loved so much. He even recalled a favorite of both of theirs about a young boy flying between worlds to save them from dark, evil beings that were stealing people’s hearts. The constant excitement on the boy’s face filled Regis’s heart with love and joy.

Noct, trying to hide his growing embarrassment, turned to some unopened boxes and said “I can handle the rest myself. You should probably get back to work. Kings have a lot of important stuff to do, y’know…” King Regis obliged, wishing his son the best of luck and leaving him to organize the boxes in peace.

After a while, Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto finally arrived with some items of their own. To their suprise, they found Noct curled up asleep in a reading chair, clutching a pillow to his chest. After a group look and a silent nod, they moved to help sort out the boxes as quietly as possible.


  • So Prompto’s apartment would totally be a brick walled industrial studio (maybe loft) and nobody can convince me otherwise
  • It would pretty much be exactly like the pic except a wee bit bigger (and a change of couch and TV)
  • Also maaaaaybe not that lighting, but I kinda think Prompto would find it artsy and cool
  • LOTS OF SCRAPBOOKS (which he disguises as regular books because if Gladio found he’d totally get made fun of)
  • (Gladio finds them)
  • (He has a laugh, and probably shows Ignis, but all Gladio does to Prompto is rub his hair as Ignis gives a few small chuckles (*´◡`​*))
  • Prompto likes the openness of the apartment while not having it be too much
  • He likes having a bit of disorganization, saying it feels “lived in” or “home-y”.
  • Not terribly fond of super high ceilings, which made a challenge to find a studio apartment with “that good old rustic charm” (if he did get a high ceiling one or a loft type one, he’d probably string fairy lights through the rafters/on the ceiling to make it feel cozier)
  • Noct often comes to hang out when he doesn’t feel comfortable at the palace or his own apartment. Falls asleep really easily here. It’s practically a second home to him.

~Where Noct passes out~

Prompto’s bed, always.

Gladio and Ignis were sitting on the couch with Prompto sitting on the corner or the bed, all chatting away, and Noct was sleeping behind Promto. He was chatting along at first, but just kinda conked out at some lull in the conversation. After a quick “You okay, buddy?” and getting no response but a small grunt and a few gentle snores, the trio continue their conversation at a slightly lower volume.

Prompto never minded when Noct passed out like this. The bed was big enough and he didn’t really mind the company when he actually planned to sleep over (Noct curling into him at night has made him jump on many occasions though). The thought of people feeling comfortable in his house, with his presence, with him, made Prompto’s heart swell with joy and a bit of pride. After a few grabs for attention from Gladio and Ignis, he snaps out of his thoughts and returns to the conversation, asking “What were we talking about again?”


  • While Prompto’s not big on high ceilings or too much space, Gladio loves having all that room
  • Like Gladio’s family is pretty high collar though, so this is probably more like some penthouse loft type deal
  • BIG couch, like both a long and large corner couch (to break up the living room and the rest of the house) with super stuffed firm pillows
  • I like to think that he’s got a green thumb, so he got an apartment with a little garden/greenhouse type porch and keeps a veggie garden he checks on every morning
  • Iris starts growing flowers in it and he just kinda starts taking care of those too
  • Definitely builds a bookshelf for under the stairs and makes a reading corner with lots of both new and classic literature
  • And yes I said build. He builds the shelf himself. From scratch. Picture it. Picture Gladio doing carpentry. Very nice.
  • He might go on to build some chairs and maybe even a coffee table
  • Wooden furniture is probably a thumbs up for him, what with it being strong and sturdy and giving a more natural feel to the place (his family are named after flowers they like nature things alright???)
  • Would probably have one of those big landscape canvas paintings or photo wall art
  • Likes hanging out in the garden during the summer and reading there with a nice cold drink (alcoholic or otherwise (・ω<))

~Where Noct passes out~

The big, comfy couch.

It’s the boy’s monthly movie night and this time it’s at Gladio’s place. The movie’s decent enough, but not super enthralling, so some chit chat happens here and there. 

Noct, who had stolen the big fluffy throw blanket at the start and was already kinda tired, starts nodding off. Gladio takes notice and, with a smirk, chucks a throw pillow at his head. Noct shoots him a scowl and Prompto grabs a pillow of his own to chuck at Gladio. 

The Great Pillow War begins.

Prompto is taken (and possibly knocked) out almost immediately, Ignis fights valiantly, but admits defeat and retreats to the reading corner, leaving Gladio and Noctis locked in a battle of the ages. It’s a close match and in a close double knock-out, nobody really knows who won. They both claim they did.

Ignis knows the truth. He won’t say.


  • Okay, so first off, replace that horse statue with a big flat screen TV, the far couch with a bay window, and add in those lightswitch activated drapes
  • Also dimmer switches are a must
  • Ignis’s place would be simple but not stuffy or minimalist
  • Very clean and organized of course but with a statue or two here and there (like the tallish thinish floor ones)
  • His room is more where the “personalization” is (which isn’t too much different anyway unfortunately), but after a while, his personality would start bleeding out more bit by bit
  • He’d probably start keeping a few plants about
  • That might lead into an interest in flower language and arranging actually which might become a bit of a stress relief oh gods guys I’m in it deep
  • Still keeps it looking “professional” though in case some council members stop by for a house meeting or to deliver information or some such
  • Prefers reading in the bedroom to get ready for bed most nights but for days where he can relax and have to himself, he might stretch out on the couch or bay window under a soft throw blanket and read if there’s nothing good on TV
  • Always dims the lights as the day get darker
  • Enjoys watching the sunrise and early streets over a hot steaming cup of Ebony
  • Same goes for the nights (”Insomnia, the Ever Restless…” *sip*)(okay that was bad I’M SORRY)
  • Only on rare (and I mean RARE) occasions does he let anybody eat outside of the kitchen, but there’s always a bowl or two of popcorn and other snacks on movie night

~Where Noct passes out~

The bay window.

It was a long night of chatting and just general hanging out with the guys, Prompto insisting they do so at Ignis’s place. He and Gladio took the couch, Ignis took a chair, and Noct sat against the wall of the bay window. There were a few drinks to be had by all, but nothing outside the norm for a simple get together. For some, though, it was enough to get them decently tipsy.

Deciding Prompto was quite done for the night despite his protests, Gladio ended the night there and called the three a cab. On the way out, he asked Noct if he was coming. he declined, wanting to stay just a little longer and waved them off.

After a bit more chatting, Noct had fallen asleep leaned up against the bay window wall. Ignis grabbed the throw and gently draped it over the prince. Before heading to bed himself, he wondered if he should move Noct into a more comfortable position. He decided no, if you’re going to sleep in an uncomfortable position, you’re going to wake up in one too.

Well, that was a lot longer than I expected it to be! Hope not all my writing isn’t that long, for my sake…Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and feel free to chat and send in requests~

-Mod Moogle 

DAY6 Imagines: Once/Twice Series’ Special Chapter (1)

Read: Once is a coincidence. Twice is not. and Once is enough. Twice is too much. first before reading this :)

“How was it?” he asked you with his usual big smile.

You went to the backstage right after their performance. They’re really finally getting some recognition now. Slowly but surely; getting there… at the top. They’re schedule is getting busier, being filled with some guesting and interviews.

People around showered them with compliments while you just smiled softly at him. He somehow pouted and looked away. You caressed his cheek and made him face you. “It was stupendous” You smiled “No matter what you’ll do; I know you’d always do great.” Your hand, from his cheek, went to his hand, stroking the back of it softly for assurance. “Because you’ve always been and you’ll always be. I believe in you”

“Hey, Bob. I think I’m getting a toothache from too much sweetness here” You heard Jae commented at your back “Shall I go see a dentist?”

Brian threw his face towel to Jae “You need to see a psychiatrist”

You chortled as you remember when your friends found out about you. It was three days after the night at the seaside promenade. They weren’t surprised as you thought they’d be.

“Oh. So you guys are a thing now? Finally?” Jae queried when he saw Brian walked to meet you half way and held your hand to walk with you on your way to the usual tree.

Apparently, all of them knew how much Brian likes you. It was just you who were being stubborn to not believe it. But the thing is, it’s not really official. You both wanted to take it slow. Despite wanting to show the world that you got the man of your dreams, you somehow want to protect the friendship. You didn’t want to rush and ruin what you’ve built on the process. Besides, they’re really getting popular now. You don’t want to be showered by bashes and hate by his fangirls.

Few weeks before another school year starts. You’re in a fast food, standing at the counter waiting for costumers. You got yourself a summer job. Just when your thoughts wandered to what Brian is doing, you heard your co-worker giggled with another worker. From the corner of your eye, you saw her fixing herself so you turned to look at her. She was looking straight as her hands were busy tucking her hair behind her ear; pressing her lips together and brushing them with each other.

You know those gestures real well. She’s gonna flirt with someone. You shifted your gaze back in front when she greeted a costumer, only to find a striking soul beaming at you. From having a deadpan face, your lips instantly curved to form a smile.

“Good afternoon, Sir.” You couldn’t conceal your happiness “May I take your order?”

“Yes, your heart, please” You felt your blood rush up to your cheeks as your heartbeat doubled. A scoffed from his back was heard “Oh, wait. I already have it”

You heard your workmate gasped beside you and it was followed by an ‘aw’ from the man in front of you. His head was hit by someone behind him.

“This is her workplace, stop flirting” Sungjin chided as he stepped forward to take Brian’s place. He instructed them to find a table as he order. The boys obliged. Brian winked and mouthed ‘See you’ before he finally walked to find a spot.

“Was that guy your boyfriend?” asked your workmate after Sungjin left the counter with their food, with the help of Jae.

You turned your head and saw her hopeful eyes. This is one of those moments when you wish he is. You couldn’t answer yes because your relationship is not yet there; you couldn’t say no because you don’t want to lift her hopes higher. You responded with a smile and thankfully, costumers came in.

When your shift ended, you went straight to their table, not wanting to be bombarded with questions you can’t and don’t want to answer.

“What are you guys talking about?” They turned their head to look at you and Brian instantly grinned at the sight of you. He moved to give you some space to sit beside him and when you did his arm draped around your waist right away. You felt your cheeks heat up but fortunately, nobody noticed you blushing.

“We’re gonna take a break from school” Your eyebrows furrowed with what Sungjin has said.

“It’s kinda hard to balance everything” Dowoon added.

“But Brian’s gonna continue though” Jae remarked “He’s the student model type of guy anyway. He can pull through it”

You shifted your gaze to Brian, turning your head to see him. He was already looking at you with a tight smile, arm still on your waist, he wrinkled his nose for a second.

A week after, your summer job ended. It was your last day yesterday so today’s a lazy day. You’re just lying on your bed with nothing to do when your phone vibrated. A notification from Instagram that Brian has posted a photo. No one knows you turned on the notification from him, not even your friend. It was a collage of his four selfies. The weather is real nice. Do u want to go on a picnic with me? You silently read the caption. And just how fast you clicked the heart button, that’s how fast your phone vibrated for another notification.

So u’re coming?

You arched your brows with his message.


U’re coming on a picnic with me or not?

You let out a soft chuckle and slightly shook your head.

Why are u asking me tho? Ask someone else. Ur question was for everybody anyway.

You raised a brow because of another notification with Brian mentioning you in a post. It was the same post, only that the caption was edited. It has now your Instagram username on it.

Im asking u

You replied with a smiley emoji and he sent few more messages you didn’t bother to answer and picked up Jae’s call instead. It was a video call. He was walking with Wonpil to a convenience store to buy some ramen and he asked you to come because Brian was sulking a bit. You planned on going anyway, you just want to surprise him a bit so you didn’t care opening your inbox on Instagram again.


You’re sauntering to where they at. You could already see them and you instantly smiled just by the view of him smiling. He positioned himself beside Sungjin and tried to lie down but just when Brian’s head was about to touch Sungjin’s leg, he brushed his head off away. You chuckled and shook your head thinking how Sungjin hates skinship. They were all laughing as you pace faster to them.

Your heart melted seeing Brian’s face glow when he saw you. He held your hand and guided you to sit on the mat carefully. As soon as you’re seated, he rested his head on your lap. He’s still holding your hand, he intertwined your fingers together and rested them on his chest. You unconsciously moved your other hand to softly stroke his hair. You saw his lips moved to form a small smile. He likes it.

You looked Sungjin who let out a small laugh saying how Brian wanted to lie down on his lap because you weren’t there. Jae was narrowing his eyes. He hates PDA and there were a couple of times that he really wanted to hit Brian for being so affectionate. You chortled softly as you looked down to see his angelic face only to find out he’s already fast asleep. You chuckled again.

“That’s one of Brian’s, a.k.a. Young K, the master of all trades, talents” Jae commented “Falling asleep anywhere so fast”

That’s true though. For almost a year of being close to him, you’ve witnessed him falling asleep with just a blink of an eye.

Few hours passed, he asked you for a walk.

“Yeah, go away lovebirds” Jae shooed you both away

“Let’s have dinner together, okay?” Wonpil yelled

You were walking hand in hand when your thoughts start to wander. Is it better this way? It somehow doesn’t make a difference because we already seem like a couple. But I’m afraid if we’ll be official, I’ll start to ask for more; I’ll be selfish and greedy and I don’t want that. He’s already having a hard time with school and the band.

“You okay?” You suddenly got back to your senses “Do you want to go back? Are you feeling sick?”

You smiled to assure him “No, I was just thinking about school”

He groaned “I’m jealous” You arched your brows “I’m with you, we’re even holding hands, but you’re thinking about school. Can you not think of me alone?”

You chuckled and you don’t know how much it affects him. It’s like a sweet harmony he wants to play on repeat.

“I’m always thinking of you though”

He just smiled and you both continued walking. You had random chitchat when you stopped near the river. A few number of girls passed behind you but moments later, you heard a delicate voice saying ‘excuse me’.

You turned to face the owner of the voice only to see her cheeks as red as tomato, mouth agape, gazing dreamingly at Brian in front of her. She stuttered in asking if he’s Young K and when he answered, she asked if they could take a picture with him.

Your jaw dropped when she handed you her phone. You blinked twice to recover and bit your lower lip. You took one for each of them, and they were three. And another three shots for group photos. You were biting your lower lip harder than before that you almost said ‘ouch’ aloud when Brian’s arm was on the girl’s shoulder. Fortunately you didn’t. You don’t want to show him you’re being jealous. Besides, it’s normal. Aren’t they being recognized slowly? Yes, this is normal.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself as you showed a tight smile when you handed the lady’s phone back to her. You felt your heart skipped a bit when Brian instantly draped his arm around your waist. When the ladies said their thanks again, he even pulled you closer to him before waving at them. They turned and whispered to each other. I bet they’re asking each other if I’m his girlfriend.

You really want to take it slow. But being like this without a label is kinda frustrating. At times you are contented, more than contented even. But at times like this, you get frustrated.

“Sorry about that”

You showed him a small smile and nodded “It’s fine.” You smiled again “It’s normal anyway. And I must really get used to it. You’ll be known by the world soon, and a sea of people would want to take a picture of you. Shall I apply to be your official photographer?”

He grinned and shook his head and pulled you closer again, kissing you at the top of your head. He hummed a song and swayed you for a bit.

You let out a comforting sigh and looked up to him “How do you even exist? I thought there’s nobody perfect in this world?”

He chortled and reached for your hands “I’m not perfect; just perfect for you.” He raised your right hand; the back of it met his lips. He softly caressed it as he put it back down, still not letting go of it.

You narrowed your eyes at him before you laughed and hit his chest with your other hand playfully. You wrinkled your nose as he let out a soft chuckle seeing you do his signature move.

“Seriously though…” You trailed off and lingered your gaze for a while at his image “Soon there will be countless of girls who’ll swoon over you”

He shrugged “Well, Bae starts with B and so does Brian.” You cracked up at his remark “Doesn’t your name start with M?”

You knitted your brows together and gave him a querying look “What?”

“You’re mine

It wasn’t a question but a statement of declaration. You just stood there; stare was locked with each other’s for what felt like forever until his gaze shifted a bit lower. You gulped knowing where he was looking. You felt her fingers move in your hand as he softly pressed it while leaning closer. It was the longest minute of your life, anticipating for something you know will happen. And it finally did. You slowly shut your eyes and felt butterflies flying wildly in your stomach as his soft lips brush with yours. It wasn’t that long. Neither too short. It was just right. Just right.

You felt shivers down your spine when you felt his soft breath as he slowly pulled away. His gaze instantly met yours. He caressed the back of your hand once again.

“You’re mine” he repeated.

You’re breathing became so uneven as you felt your heart pounding hardly to your chest as if it wanted to get out. You let out a breath as you slowly nodded. He pulled you into his arms for an embrace as he kissed the top of your head and whispered something that made your heart beat even crazier.

“I love you”

Special Chapter (2)

so here’s a taagnus fic I wrote up, based on this post I saw

uhhhh set after The 11th Hour - taagnus - yo, if it’s super bad, then I am so so sorry for getting anybody’s hopes up about this.

it’s also on ao3 as ‘Fantasy Phone Confessional’ by sleepybeaute

I hate titles & I suck at them - and it’s 3AM - gimme some SLACK


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Anabasis replies

Rather than reblogging my Anabasis snippet post multiple times with replies, I figured I’d do a single separate post, so here you go.

Since the snippet was spoilery, the replies are too, so here’s a cut just in case anyone is avoiding spoilers.

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Play Ball- Benny  x Reader

Request: Could the sandlot one please be that you are yeah yeahs sister and you were dating Philips and he pressures you into something so yeah yeah and benny try to cheer you up and then benny kisses you

A/N: Ugh majorly sighing guys, I rewrote this piece a couple of times, but I feel like I couldn’t get it just right. I hope it turned out okay, and you enjoy it, I’m sorry if it falls a little short, I really tried. I hope you all also have a great day! 

Originally posted by butlercat

“Come on, come back to my place, we can hang there tonight.” Phillips grinned at you tugging your wrist in the direction he wanted to go. You had been sitting in the dugout for the past hour watching Phillips and his team practice baseball. Not that you had an objection to it, you loved the sport and you and Phillips had been dating for two months, so you were happy to cheer him on, but honestly, you’d rather watch your brothers friends play ball at the Sandlot. Yeah Yeah, Benny, Squints, Ham, and the rest of the guys were a hell of a lot more fun to be around not to mention the fact they actually let you play the game. 

“Not tonight Phillips, I’m just gonna head home.” You told him, trying to pull your wrist away, but he held on tight. 

“Come on, my parents won’t be there, it will be fun.” He laughed. 

“I said no, I’m going home.” You gave your wrist a great tug and finally broke free of his grasp. You began walking over to your bike quickly, your head held low, embarrassed that all of his jerk friends were watching you. 

“Well-well if your not ever gonna do anything with me, don’t expect this to last.” He yelled after you. You heard the sound of high fives around from his teammates and the sound of bikes being picked up as they all left. Then you were alone, on the much to polished ballparks empty field. You preferred the Sandlots beat up persona, it felt like home. You slowly lifted your bike from the dirt and climbed on. It was dusk already but you knew Benny and the guys would still be playing baseball, they played all day everyday, so, you made your way to the Sandlot. It took you a while to get there, but it gave you time to think, about dating Phillips, about hanging out in their part of town. Nobody understood why you were with him, Yeah Yeah constantly pestered you about it saying you were to good for him, but that was just him being too protective of a brother.

The truth was Phillips, when not surrounded by his idiot friends, was actually a pretty good guy, but when he was with them, well, there was no denying it, he was a total jerk. 

You sighed as you rolled past the battered old bench onto the dirt. Ham stood immediately from his position at catcher, noticing your arrival.

“(Y/N)s Here!” He exclaimed. The boys all waved to you and you waved back forcing a smile on your face as you walked your bike around to the dugout. You flopped onto the bench once you got there and leaned against one of the posts. The structure swayed a little, it was pretty old. “Want to hit a few?” Ham motioned to you, but you waved your hand signaling you just wanted to sit today. He nodded and pulled the mask back over his face.

“Hey sis.” Yeah Yeah called jogging over. “What’s up?” He was chewing a wad of gum like always and smiled wide when he saw you.

“Nothing, I’m fine, just tired.” You replied as he sat next to you.

“You don’t seem fine.” Benny was walking over too now as the rest of the boys continued to play. You felt a smile tug at your lips at the sight of Benny, he could always cheer you up. 

“Yeah Yeah,” your brother agreed, “was it Phillips cause I swear I can take that kid if he tried to pull something.” You and Benny both laughed at Yeah Yeah’s determined face. 

“I don’t know Phillips hasn’t been the best lately it’s just…” You sighed trailing off, both boys looked lost nodding as they tried to keep up with what you were saying, but you were pretty sure they were both thinking about baseball. “You can go play, really, I’m okay.” 

“Alright.” Yeah Yeah finally said, you could tell he was itching to get out there, “but if Phillips tries anything again, tell me and I swear I’ll deck him.” Yeah Yeah yelled, jogging back onto the diamond.

“You can go too,” you turned to look at Benny.

“That’s okay, I could use a quick break.” He stretched his arms. You laughed.

“Since when did Benny The Jet ever take a break from playing baseball?” You raised an eyebrow at him while smiling. He shrugged, but was smiling too.

“You know you don’t have to stay with him.” He suddenly said looking more serious.

“I know but,” you sighed again about to defend Phillips even though you really had no reason to, he wasn’t a great guy, when suddenly Benny placed his hand on your cheek, turning your face towards his, and then paused the moment before leaning in and giving you a short, but amazing kiss. You felt blush creep up your neck and onto your cheeks. 

“You don’t have to stay with him.” He repeated smiling wide. Suddenly you heard cheering from Ham.

“Did you guys see that?!” He exclaimed, “our man Benny got some.” The rest of the boys were yelling and cheering too. You felt yourself blush harder as you smiled, staring down at the dirt, unable to look up at the team. You heard Yeah Yeah groan and you laughed a little. Finally Benny spoke.

“Come on guys lets play some ball.” He jumped up off the bench, jogging to home plate, but not without looking back and flashing you a wide grin.

It's Called Peacocking and I Will Have None of It

Hernst | 1748 Words | AO3

In which Ernst loves guys with nice abs and loses control of his mouth while trying to prove how not-gay he is.

This started as a joke and kind of? Spiralled a bit? I’m havin fun tho. Shoutout to @melgayiorgabor for beta reading and @alloftheus-es for helping me Keep Things Moving,, I lov u guys. Ab rant taken from here

Ernst loved Instagram. He wasn’t following a lot of people, outside of his friend group he followed 7 or 8 artists and a few photographers. He spent plenty of times in the tags so it didn’t matter, and besides he needed his feed to be as uncluttered as possible for a very important reason.

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Mr. Perfect

@purgatoryjar some fluff for you

Dean had been running his tattoo parlor, The Painted Whore, for five years now. He definitely looked the part of a tattoo artist, his own designs, and the designs of other, swirled up his arms, across his chest, even swooped down his back. The only place he had yet to tattoo was behind his ear. (That one, he’d informed Sam, was special. Whatever was tattooed there was going to mean something.) He also had a couple piercings in his ears, a sweet muscle car and a leather jacket that, if the ensemble didn’t already do it, screamed “bad boy.”

He did well enough to help send Sam, his younger and far more respectable brother, to Stanford. And up until recently, Dean barely talked about his work, only occasionally sharing a funny anecdote of something that happened with Charlie or Benny, his two best friends. Also his employees. Still, for the last four years, Dean had made Sam his primary focus.

That all changed a year ago when “Mr. Perfect,” set up The Birds and the Bees next door.

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Dirty Attraction

Originally posted by clubeskimo

Length: 2,046

Genre: Thirst cuz Jay is thirsty lol. But seriously I guess this is lowkey angst.

A/N: This is WAAAAAAAAAAAY overdue so enjoy. Btw this is part of a series.

Gia and Naomi have been best friends since they were out of the womb. Their mothers were best friends and raised their daughters together. After Naomi’s mom died, Gia took her on a trip to Korea since she was a huge fan of kpop and khip-hop. What was supposed to be 3 months in Korea turned into 3 years and the girls couldn’t be happier with their new lives.

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The Goal

No-one spoke a word after the game, too filled with anger and disappointment to bother with idle conversation.  The locker room was as silent as a funeral as the girls filed in one-by-one, eyes downcast, faces sullen. Slowly, and with none of the typical post have revelry; they began changing out of their uniforms.  Here and there, a few sniffles could be heard as seniors fought back their tears and clutched at the treasured orange and black jerseys they’d worn for the final time.  

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anonymous asked:

hey not to be That Person but. i'm trying to get into dc comics but i dont understand the whole rebirth thing and infinite crisis or its context and im feeling so ! anxiety over it so. can u recommend a starting point so i can have some structure in my life again

unless things have progressed monstrously in the past month i haven’t caught up and infinite crisis is somehow directly connected to rebirth now, then the following answer is bull, so write it off. if things are still the same, you’re still free to write everything i say off because i usually don’t know what i’m doing. i’m here for the memes

the short answer is: read every big event DC has ever published up until the year of our lord 2016. no? no? alright, i’m gonna take you by the hand and try to explain some things about DC. seeing i don’t know the level of your comics knowledge, there is really no short answer if you want to understand some basics so this is going to get long, but still shorter than actually reading everything. i have also consumed an ungodly amount of carbs this evening, all the bread in me will get us through this

when comic companies reach a certain point with their comics that can’t progress their storytelling no matter what techniques they employ (we, in the mortal realm, call this screwing up beyond belief), we have these big events that occur throughout every title currently published, that change/erase, affect and influence the entire comics universe. the very first time DC did it was because they realized all the issues got too confusing for the new readers and the dollas didn’t holla when younglings had no reason to buy stuff they didn’t understand, and that’s how in 1986 they rebooted the DC universe for the very first time with Crisis on Infinite Earths. CoIE basically took this idea of a “multiverse”, an infinite possibility of worlds, stories, and ideas existing concurrently but not necessarily affecting each other up until then, and destroyed it. bye, felicia. everything was unified into one neat bundle and due to this compression, certain characters had to die, others got completely retconned (especially superman), and others kept existing only in a pocket universe (like superboy). generally speaking, the characterizations of all the characters after Crisis on Infinite Earths is what’s commonly considered canon (pre-ColE batman didn’t brood 24/7, for shame)

in the following two decades after ColE, things got so convoluted and messed up that we ended up having an incredible number of inconsistencies even though the goal was to eliminate them in the first place. we had like… doubles of the same heroes that had made it into the ColE universe from the pre-ColE/silver age universe running about like nobody’s business? because why the fuck not, i guess. thus DC had to reboot again… and then again… and then once more… and then they chilled for a bit but that didn’t really matter much because a few things like superboy-prime getting angry and punching a literal hole through continuity happened. through trial and many errors, we get to the point Flashpoint happens, an event that rebooted DC again, and gave us the New 52

the New 52 started every hero’s title from #1 once more. a new start where readers wouldn’t have to know 60something years worth of comics to understand what’s going on. only that that didn’t happen because heroes like batman and green lantern still held their pre-Flashpoint stories/memories/lives, so if you wanted to follow them, you had to have read that period between ColE and Flashpoint i just explained. due to the retcon, certain heroes died/got erased similarly to how people got offed in Crisis on Infinite Earths and that, coupled with storylines that progressively made less and less sense, resulted in the New 52 drawing the short stick and ending a few months ago, with Rebirth following in its steps

Rebirth, however, isn’t a reboot. it’s a direct continuation of the New 52, this time trying to fix things up. DC stopped trying to erase all their mistakes with reboots (not like they work anyway) and decided to find an excuse as to why the pre-flashpoint universe was morphed into the New 52, meaning everything that happened between ColE and Flashpoint is valid. it’s just that everyone forgot and… got… younger………. why? i’m not gonna explain that. it involves the watchmen and dr. big blue dick and we haven’t gotten a straight answer yet anyway

anyway, to finally answer your question about getting into current DC, here’s what i suggest:

  • have a basic grip on DC heroes. if you have absolutely no idea who is who, you’ll have to do some basic reading on your favorite heroes. here’s my reading guide for batman to get you started
  • after you know why batman is an occassional dick, jump directly into Rebirth. no N52 for you. there have been minimal if any references to the new 52 so far and since Rebirth is trying to get the DC universe back to it’s pre-flashpoint state, you don’t really need to know what happened in the n52
  • do, however, know that new 52 superman died after a series of bad writing and mishandling and our current superman is pre-flashpoint superman even though every other hero is their new 52 counterpart. pre-flashpoint clark made it into the new 52 universe after an event called Convergence, alongside a then pregnant lois lane, and didn’t make himself known up until new 52 clark died
  • interestingly, in infinite crisis pre-flashpoint clark met pre-crisis on infinite earths clark, similarly to how new 52 clark met pre-flashpoint clark now. dam? dam

i know a lot of the above makes zero sense right now but it’s in its most basic form you’ll find at this point. DC has A LONG ASS history of messed-up events and timelines so confusion will ensue even after you’ve been reading comics for a while. jump into Rebirth even if you feel you won’t understand a thing. we all started somewhere, we all still understand about half of what the writers want us to (they understand a third of their own works). try to have fun whatever you do and look up/ask about things you have no idea about. comics weren’t meant to be streamlined, or at least they never managed to be, so you will have gaps for a long time. final crisis what? zero hour who? hypertime not even once

just have fun? just have fun. nobody really understands. it’s okay

Roommate - Jackson x Reader ( smut / fluff )

for all the Roommate viewers ㅋㅋㅋ i got inspiration after watching episode 14 where jackson got half naked 😳


Another morning in the shared home, today, our roommate members will be delivering briquettes for the people of the town.

“YA HYUNG!” Jackson shouted. “Hyunggg my backs about to break and I’ve only delivered briquettes to one house.” he said to Seho.

“Call for some help from your members, we’ll never deliver all of these.” he replied.

“I’ll call the got7 members and my…” Jackson said and looked up at the camera, before turning to whisper into Seho’s ear “…girlfriend.”

Seho’s eyes widened in shock. “You… Wang Jackson…have a…?” He turned and said to Jackson in a hushed whisper. Jackson winked at him. The camera zoomed in on them. What are these two talking about?

After calling the got7 members, he rushed and typed “____ jagiya” into the search bar of his contacts list and called you.

“Jagiya~” he cooed silently into the phone. Seho over heard and looked at Jackson, pretending to vomit at his affection towards you.
“Ah! Jackson! Annyeong!” You replied.
“Ya ____ ah, are you busy?” He whispered.
“A bit! I’m finishing up a project at work. Wae?”
“Can you come over? With the roommate members? We’re having a barbecue party and we want you to join.” Jackson lied to you. He just wanted you to deliver briquettes. That rascal.
“Ani jagi I can’t! I’m having a meeting later. And we can’t be seen together by the media yet, your boss hasn’t announced it. Sorry babe.”
“But jagiiii i miss you,” Jackson said, a bit too loud. Thank god all the other roommate members were busy and so the camera didn’t notice Jackson. But Young Ji overheard and turned to him, giving him a suspicious glare.
“My mom,” Jackson said to Young Ji and she looked away slowly, staring at Jackson weirdly.
“YA WANG JACKSON WHAT DID YOU CALL ME.” You screamed into the phone and giggled a bit.
“I’ll try my best to visit you later babe, but i probably won’t, I miss you so much, when is this roommate recording ever going to end! It’s good that you’re getting publicity though, and I’ve seen you getting too close with Young Ji ya Jackson Wang don’t you dare flirt with another woman.”
“Oooooh my jagi is jealous! Don’t worry babe you’re the only one for me, and we’re just close because we’re the same age! And you and I…”
“YA ‘YOU AND I’ WHAT? Just because you’re my oppa doesn’t mean I’m jealous or that I’m not close with you hmph I’m going to steal all your cheese from your fridge.”
“YA JAGI I WAS KIDDING please don’t take my cheese ㅋㅋ the directer is shouting at me i have to go see you later bye!” Jackson finished and hung up.
“This rascal…” You mumbled at the phone.


Later that night…

Your meeting ended early, you decided to go and visit Jackson, and according to his last post that afternoon on his SNS with his roommate members, they should be at a small town off the side of Seoul.

You drove all the way there, and by the time you arrived it was dark.

“Where is he…” You mumbled to yourself.

You dialed for his number, which you memorized by heart, and called him.

“Yeobuseyo?” Jackson picked up the phone.
“Jagi I’m here where are you?”
“REALLY?” He screamed into the phone.
“Yes pabo, where are you?”
“I’m at a bath house, just round the corner next to the main road, and opposite is a big paddy field. Do you see it?” He said.
“Paddy field… Oh yes i see it! Okay im coming!”
“Oh but jagi im still filming!”
“Just tell them you have to go to the toilet, is the bathhouse very crowded?”
“Okay I’ll say that. No i think we’re the only ones here.” Jackson replied.
“Great! See me right outside the men’s bathroom in about… Five minutes?”
You hung up. You saw the paddy field just further up and the bathhouse next to it. You quickly sprinted there.

It had been months since you’ve seen Jackson, especially because of the Roommate filming.
You were dying to see him, besides all the Skype calls and texting, nothing was the same as seeing him in person.

You finally reached the bathhouse, and you borrowed a towel and soaps from the ahjumma at the counter, as well as a black tube and panties and you told her it was because you were self conscious. She looked at you.
“You look like you have a great body! What’s there to be self conscious about?” She said and you giggled and whispered to her.
“Ahjumma… You know the group of men filming here? One of them is my boyfriend. And j was wondering if him and i could… Sneak into the women’s bathroom? Just the two of us. Is there anybody there?” You asked and winked at her.
She laughed and replied, “Sure sweetheart, theres nobody there, nobody comes at this hour, but ill tell you if anybody comes. Please don’t be too 'loud’ in there with your boyfriend. And use protection,” she finished and winked back at you. You laughed and walked in to change and look for Jackson.

You turned down the corridor and saw Jackson. You pounced at him, with just your black tube and panties on, you were practically naked. He didn’t even greet you, he just stared at your chest.

“WANG JACKSON.” You said.
He snapped out of it.
“Ah… HI JAGI I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!” He said sheepishly.
You rolled your eyes as he leaned in to kiss your nose.
“Yah it tickles heheh YA! Aigoo… Anyway i asked the ahjumma and she said we can have the whole women’s bathroom to ourselves. How sweet of her!”
“Woah… I guess ill be getting what i missed for months…” He whispered sexily into your ear.
“Jackson! What are you thinking of!” You blushed and hit him.
“YOUR HUGS HAHAHA totally. Lets get going if we waste anymore time they’re going to think i have a serious diarrhea, especially since i told them i had to go to the toilet.”


Both of you washed up and relaxed in the jacuzzi. The warm water engulfed the both of you and you were just chatting and being affectionate with your boyfriend.

Just then, he went up and hugged you from behind and started kissing your neck.

“Jagi…” He said in between kisses, “seriously, do you know how hard it is to masturbate in a house full of celebrities and cameras? At least you still get to masturbate in peace, i have all these cameras everywhere, AND I don’t have my girlfriend! Its terrible.”

You burst out laughing.

“Okay then, tonight, let me please you.” You said.
“I’d love for that to happen, but i really don’t have much time, they’re gonna start looking for me soon.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be quick… ”

You turned around and removed your tube top. Your breasts were released and they bounced on your chest. Jacksons eyes widened in shock.

“Oh my goodness babe. Just take me now,” He said.

You crawled up to him and planted kisses down his toned chest, with both of your hands feeling his back.

“Jagi just hurry! Please…” He couldn’t hold it any longer. Just the sight of you made him want to cum.

However the bottom half of his body was underwater, so you got him to sit up on the bench. He sprinted to the bench as fast as he could and you laughed, he really wanted you badly.

You followed him and continued kissing him while he was sitting down and you were on your knees in front of him. When you reached the top of his boxers, you pulled it down and his long hard dick sprung out. You could already see precum on the tip of his dick. This boy, so horny.

You circled tongue around the tip of his cock. Just at your touch, his thighs shivered and his dick twitched he lifted his head up and shut his eyes. You decided to stop teasing him and took his length into your mouth.

“Oh… Oh my god… Jagi i… I can’t. I’m almost… Oh my god jagi I’ve missed you so much.” Jackson moaned and grabbed a fistful of your hair and started fucking your mouth.

“Oh my god jagi i really really… Really missed.. Y…you… Oh my god im so close… Ah…” He released into your mouth and you swallowed it.

He looked down at you and bit his lip. He wanted to fuck you so badly, you were so hot with your wet hair draped over your breasts.

He helped you to stand up and he ripped your panties off.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard jagi… I’ll make sure you won’t even be able to drive home.” He said to you and held your chin.

“Great. And I’m on birth control, so don’t worry.” You replied.

“Fantastic. Now, on the floor.” He instructed.

You lay flat on your back on the floor and spread your legs. He dived in between your legs and shoved his tongue into you. You swung both your arms around his neck and pulled him deeper into you.

“Don’t need to be so impatient, baby girl.” He looked up at you.
“Oh so we’re doing this now huh… Okay. Fuck me now, daddy.”
“With pleasure.”

He placed his dick at your entrance and didn’t even wait before slamming into you, and he paused to let you adjust.

“Fuck baby girl… You’re so fucking tight. Oh my god.”
“You can move now daddy.”

He started to slide slowly in and out of you.

“Omg daddy… HARDER! Oh… Oh my…”

Jackson slammed into you and pounded you repeatedly.

“Oh crap… Omg fuck jagi youre so… So tight.”


He pounded into you at lightning speed.

“Aaaaaaah…..” You both screamed.

He continued pounding into your tight.

“Omg babe im so close!”
“Almost there…!”

After a few more slams, you both released.


“So Jackson… Are you okay? You took half an hour in the toilet.” Jacksons hyungs asked.

“Yeah it was terrible i have a really bad stomachache, it must be all the cheese ramen im eating.” Jackson lied.

“Really Jackson? Did your trip to the toilet sound like this 'oh! Harder daddy! Faster!” Joon Hyung mimicked and laughed out loud.

“YA HYUNG I HAVENT SEEN HER IN VERY LONG OKAY!"Jackson defended himself, but his hyungs just continued imitating him

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anonymous asked:

May I request a 4/4 where you're being harassed by fans and another band member protects you :)

Here you go, lovely! I’m sorry it took me so long, but I hope you like it <3


“Ready?” Ashton asks, his hand gripping yours unusually tightly.

You take one last nervous glance at the large crowd of girls that are standing outside of the hotel you’re in. You nod and everyone immediately begins moving forward.

This is one of the down sides to dating a world famous rock star. It’s not that you don’t like the fans, because most of them can be quite lovely, but the crowds can sometimes make you feel a bit overwhelmed.

Ashton tries his best to keep the crowds away from you, but unfortunately there is no other way out of this hotel. You have to walk through the sea of screaming people outside.

The screams amplify as soon as the doors open and Luke and Calum head out first. The girls go crazy and start reaching across the barriers in an attempt to grab them. Their security guards keep a tight hold on the boys as they maneuver them quickly through the crowds in order to avoid any injuries.

You hold your breath, hoping that this goes smoother than you think it will. Another security guard ushers you, Ashton, and Michael forward and the three of you walk out.

The screams get impossibly louder, and after a few seconds it gets to the point where you let go of Ashton’s hand to place your hands over your ears in an attempt to block them out. It’s too loud out here for you to think, and you can feel yourself starting to panic.

Ashton tries to reach back and grab you as soon as you let go of him, but security continues ushering him forward until you can no longer see him. You freeze. Not having Ashton with you makes you start to freak out even more and you’re almost to the point of tears.

Then you feel someone’s hands on your waist and you nearly turn around to punch whoever it is until you see Michael’s familiar blonde hair. You sigh in relief as he gives you a reassuring nod and smoothly guides you through the crowd and toward the waiting bus.

His hands never leave you as the security guards continue making a human wall around the two of you to block out the girls that are trying to claw at Michael.

The ringing in your ears is so loud that you can’t hear anything that Michael is saying to you, but you can see his lips moving out of the corner of your eye. He’s probably trying to keep you calm, but he should know that it’s pretty much a lost cause right now.

It seems like forever before you finally reach the bus and the doors open slightly to let the two of you slide in. As soon as you’re inside, Michael’s hands let go of you and Ashton’s replace them. 

He pulls you tightly against his chest and you finally feel your lungs starting to open up again. He suddenly pulls away and looks at you quizzically. He mouths something, but you still can’t hear very well.

You point up to your ear and say, “My ears are ringing, I can’t hear a thing.”

He nods, realization washing over him. You see him give Michael a grateful pat on the back before he leads you back to the bunks. The two of you cuddle in his bunk and as your hearing comes back, you can hear Ashton softly singing you to sleep.


“Calum! Can we get a picture, please?” A blonde girl asks, pointing to herself and a young girl beside her.

Calum smiles and nods, giving you a quick peck on the cheek before making his way over to them. You, Calum, and Ashton have been out at the mall doing some last minute shopping for Luke’s birthday.

You’ve already gotten him a gift because you’re a great friend. Calum tried to get you put his name on it as well, but you said no. That left him and Ashton with no gift and no idea what to get for him.

The day has been relatively calm. Ever since Calum’s band started to get more famous, anywhere you go people seem to recognize him, and sometimes it turns into a huge scene. Today, though, only a few people have stopped you guys. You usually just stand off to the side and let the fans have their moment with the boys. You know how much it means to them, and you don’t want to be in the way.

Right now, Calum is still carrying on a conversation with the blonde girl, and Ashton is somewhere behind you talking to another small group of fans that have gathered. You’re awkwardly leaning up against a wall, holding a few of your bags in one of your hands and scrolling through your phone with your other hand.

You’re lifted from your trance when someone taps you on the shoulder. You smile when you see a girl, probably fifteen or sixteen, wearing a 5SOS t-shirt. Fans recognize you sometimes because Calum posts a lot of pictures with you.

“Hello,” you say politely.

The girl’s face goes from indifferent to angry in a split second, and before you know it, she’s pouncing on you. She’s a bit taller than you despite being younger, and she immediately knocks you to the ground, her attack taking you completely by surprise.

You drop your phone and your bags and you hear people yelling as the girl starts hitting you. You flail in an attempt to get her off of you, but you can hardly see what you’re doing. You’re too panicked.

Someone finally lifts her off of you, and next thing you know, you’re being picked up in someone’s arms. You look up and see that Ashton is holding you, his worried eyes trained on your face.

He carries you for a short distance before finally setting you on a bench far away from the commotion. You look around for Calum, but you don’t see him.

“Where’s Calum?” You ask nervously. “Is he okay?”

Ashton squats down so that his eyes are level with yours. He’s still looking at you worriedly and his hand gently reaches up and touches your forehead.

You don’t understand what he’s doing until he pulls his hand away and you see that there’s blood on it. You immediately reach up and touch that part of your forehead and you feel a cut.

“Damn,” you mumble.

“Yeah we should probably get you to a hospital or something,” Ashton says.

You shake your head. “I’m alright,” you assure him. “She just took me by surprise. I wasn’t exactly expecting that,” you say, forcing a nervous laugh.

Suddenly you hear someone yell your name and you turn around to see Calum running toward you. His eyes widen when he sees the cut on your head and he immediately engulfs you in a hug when he reaches you.

“Oh my god, (Y/N), I’m so sorry! I was talking to some girls and then I heard a bunch of yelling, but by the time I turned around there were so many people in my way that I couldn’t see what was happening. And then some girls told me that you were attacked and I started freaking out because I couldn’t find you and-,”

“Cal,” you say, cutting him off. “Breathe. I’m okay.”

“No you’re not! Look at your head! Oh my god, this is all my fault. I should’ve brought security with us,” he says, his face flooding with guilt.

You shake your head. “You can’t live life with a security guard around you at all times, Cal. This was just a freak thing. Ashton was there to keep everything under control,” you say, reaching out to place your hand on Ashton’s arm.

Ashton gives you a weak smile and Calum immediately pulls Ashton in for a hug.

“Thanks for keeping her safe,” Calum says, his voice slightly muffled by the fabric of Ashton’s shirt.

Ashton nods before pulling away and glancing at you. “Of course, Calum. She’s family.”


You and the boys are all out to dinner enjoying a rare evening with just the five of you. You’re sitting between your boyfriend, Luke, and your best friend, Calum. You’ve been friends with the boys for years, and it’s difficult not getting to see them much, especially since you and Luke are now together.

But unfortunately, with fame comes touring, fans, and a lot of work. So even though the boys have been back from tour for almost a month now, you still hardly get to see them.

You’ve all finished your meals already, but nobody is ready to leave. You all are having too much fun catching up with each other that you hardly even notice how late it’s getting.

Pretty soon, you guys are the last ones in the restaurant. Your waitress comes to the table and smiles politely.

“I don’t mean to alarm you,” she says softly. “But there is a large crowd of people waiting outside. I wasn’t sure why they were here at first, but since you are the only ones left, I would assume they’re waiting for you.”

Everyone’s heads immediately turn toward the door and you can see that there are a good many people sitting outside waiting for the boys to walk out. Calum chuckles nervously.

“Yeah, I think they’re waiting for us,” he says. “You boys ready?”

Michael and Ashton nods, and Luke gives him an uneasy look.

“Hey, um, you guys can stay and talk to them,” Luke says. “I think (Y/N) and I are gonna head home. We haven’t really had very much time to ourselves yet, and I have to be at the studio super early tomorrow morning.”

They all nod understandingly as everyone stands up. Everyone has already paid for their meals and Ashton pulls out his wallet to leave the waitress a tip. Luke puts his arm around your waist and pulls you close to him.

Ashton and Michael say ‘goodbye’s to the waitress and the other staff who are still lingering around the restaurant before opening the door and walking out.

The fans outside immediately jump up and start screaming and shoving cameras at them. The boys are pretty used to this by now, so it hardly fazes them.

Calum walks out next, and you and Luke are close to follow. Calum stops to talk to some fans, and a few girls try to get Luke’s attention. He gives them a polite smile, but continues walking toward the parking lot where his car is waiting.

“Hey!” A girl yells, her hand reaching out and grabbing your arm.

She yanks you to a stop and Luke is pulled to a stop as well. You turn to look at her, a little irritated with how tightly she was gripping your arm.

“You’re such a bitch, you know that?” The girl yells, silencing the rest of the crowd. “Luke used to stop and talk to us with the others, but now because of you, he won’t. Why don’t you just go die?”

Even though you’re fairly accustomed to hate at this point, her words still sting a bit. You can feel Luke tensing up beside you, but before he can do anything, Calum comes over and carefully pulls the girl away from you. 

“(Y/N) is a great person,” Calum says, a bit of anger behind his gentle eyes as he stares at the girl. “She’s one of my best friends and she makes Luke happy, so don’t you dare try to tell anyone that she’s a bitch. It wasn’t even her who wanted to get out of here, it’s Luke. He loves you guys and you know that, but we’ve been up at five A.M. every morning and staying out until midnight for the past two weeks working on songs for the next album, and to be honest we’re all exhausted. As much as we love and appreciate everything you guys do for us, sometimes we just have to take a break from it, okay? I hope everyone understands that. If you want someone to blame, blame us for being human. Don’t blame (Y/N).”

The other fans start applauding and the girl suddenly seems ashamed of her actions. She backs away and fades into the crowd and Luke pulls you against him for a tight hug.

“You okay?” He whispers, his lips only centimeters from your ear.

You nod, and pull away. You glance back at Calum and smile. You walk over to him and give him a light kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks, Cal,” you say.

He blushes and smiles. “Anytime.”


“You’re sure there’s no other way out?” Michael asks for the hundredth time.

The hotel manager gives him an apologetic smile as she shakes her head again. You’ve been on tour with the boys for a few weeks now, and usually everyone is pretty good about keeping what hotel you guys are at a secret. Unfortunately, this one got leaked, and now there are hundreds of screaming fans waiting outside.

Michael has always tried his hardest to keep the crowds away from you. You two spend most of your time together inside watching movies or playing video games, because any time you go out, it turns into a riot.

You have extremely bad social anxiety, and being around crowds doesn’t exactly help it. You can hardly even look at a crowd without having a panic attack, and your throat is tightening at the thought of having to walk through one.

Michael squeezes your hand and you look up at his worried expression. He turns to the boys, desperate for a solution. He knows how bad your panic attacks can be, and the last thing he wants is to cause one.

“Maybe you guys can go out, and (Y/N) and I will just spend another night here. The crowds should be gone by tomorrow, right?” He asks hopefully.

Ashton shakes his head. “Our flight leaves tonight, Mike. We have to go now.”

You nod, your eyes wandering as you find it difficult to focus on anything.

“It’ll be fine,” you whisper, trying to assure yourself as well as the others. 

Michael sighs, knowing that there’s no way around this. “Okay,” he finally says. “But Calum, you and Ashton go in front of us, and Luke stay behind us. Let’s try to keep (Y/N) in the middle so no one can grab her, okay?”

The boys all nod and they form a tight circle around you. Someone opens the hotel’s doors and you all walk outside. You want to close your eyes, but you have to keep them open in order to see where you’re going.

You fix your eyes on the back of Ashton’s shirt as you stumble your way through the screaming mess of people. There are some security guards trying to hold some people back, but there aren’t nearly enough to hold off everyone.

Suddenly, Michael is ripped away from your side and you look up, panicking as you see him being dragged away by some girl. More people are grabbing at all of the boys, trying to drag them away, and you feel your knees becoming weak. 

You keep trying to glance back to see where Mikey is, but you can’t see anything as tears start to blur your vision. You hear Luke’s voice yelling above the crowd and you can feel his large hands on your shoulders.

“(Y/N),” he yells. “Just breathe, okay? Michael is fine, security’s got him. We have to get to the bus.”

You nod, but you can’t seem to find the will to move. You can see that the other two boys have already walked ahead, leaving you and Luke in the middle of the chaos. Before you can understand what’s happening, you see Luke bend down and signal for you to get on his back.

You do what he says and hop on, letting him give you a piggy back ride as you bury your head in his shoulder. You try to regulate your breathing as you inhale the scent of Luke’s cologne.

A few seconds later, the screams die down a bit and you look up and see that you’re now on the bus. You and Luke are both breathing heavily as he sets you down and turns around to place his hands on your shoulders again.

“You okay?” He asks.

You nod, your breathing starting to calm down. “Where’s Michael?”

As if on cue, the bus door opens up and Michael is shoved through. He glances around wildly before his eyes land on you and he breathes a sigh of relief. He rushes over to you and pulls you into his arms.

“Thank god you’re alright,” he says.

You nod against his chest. “Luke kept me calm,” you say.

Michael looks up at Luke and gives him a smile. “Thanks, man. I owe you one.”