made this a while ago but never uploaded it cause you know

Period Pains

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Reader gets a visit from mother nature and Peter is there to save the day. 

Word Count: 1,251

Warnings: Language (as always), period pain (?).

A/N: I apologize for my lack of posts. School has been weighing me down for the past few weeks. I’ll try and upload something new this week if I have time. Please let me know what you guys think! I decided to try someone other than Bucky, lol. Feedback really helps me understand what you guys like. 


You know the day right before you get your period or a few days before and you totally veg out with unnecessary junk? That’s what you were currently doing. Sitting on the couch with a mini Ben and Jerry’s ice cream, oreo’s, candy, you name it. You tried working on some school work that was supposed to be due tomorrow, but for the life of you, you couldn’t keep a damn focus on anything. 

Plopping down in your bed full of fluffy, warm blankets, you doze off into a food coma. However, the next morning, you would regret it all.

Why?

Your period. 

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REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!!!!!

It’s been a while but it feels good to be writing again. Also, this was suppoesed to be uploaded forever ago but life happens.

Request-  Draco thigh riding smut?

Enjoy! -Madi 

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

Kissing

       The air around the both of you was sparking and nothing else mattered except the marvelous boy in front of you. Draco’s kisses were hot and gentle as he contiued to press his lips to your throat. You were supposed to be studying together but you could never even begin to think about concentrating when his luscious pink lips continued to move. His lips were enough to make you drop your books immediately. They were distracting, mesmerizing. In all honesty, they werent the only things mesmerizing about your boy.

Touching

         After what seems like hours of an endless makeout session, you could feel Draco’s hand begin to sneak up your shirt. His hands traced every curve of your body, stopping to linger in certain places. A quiet moan escaped your lips and the vibrations he felt from it made him even more excited.His hands went up and groped your chest, just hard enough to elicit more moans from you.

Yearning

      Draco is your everything and in the moment, you wnat nothing but him. Hell, you needed nothing but him. He was touching you everywhere but the single place that you actually needed it. You wanted his touvh. No, you needed his touch. You were going crazy and he knew it. 

“Draco, please…” You whined. The only thing you got in response was a sirk and he continued teasing you mercilessly. This continued for practically an eternity before Draco stopped his actions entirely.

“I want to try something new..” He whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You stopped also, waiting for his next move.

Moving 

     Gently, Draco lifted you up and placed you on one of his thighs. You could feel every muscle tighten as you sat upon him and it made even more pleasure run through you,

“Move.” It came out as a demad from him but you didn,t mind.  In fact, you began slowly moving against him. Your hot sex rubbing against him through all the layers of clothing the both of you have on. Pleasure ran through your veins, making you feel as if you were on fire. Everything was hot and you threw your head back and moaned as the pleasure continued to build.

Sushing

    Dracos hand flew over your mouth, hushing you. 

“Don’t want anyone hearing us, love.” He whispered to you, nibbling your earlobe before pulling away to watch you contiue to work yourself against him. You could feel his eyes on you and it only made you become even more aroused. You could feel yourself begin to shake, your body almost giving out on you completely causing Draco to hold you up with his trong arms. You were so close, so close. 

Crashing 

     Suddenly, everything hit you. It felt as if the world stopped and you could feel every single nerve in your body light up. Moans and whimpers spilled out of your mouth but were quickly shushed by Draco’s soft lips. Draco bounced you on his thigh lightly to ease your through your thigh and you soon cllapsed into his chest, exhausted yet content. 

Loving

     You could feel Draco’s soft kisses on top of your head as you layed against him. Soft whispers of ‘I love you’ were whispered beneath the two of you. The soft beat of his heart calming you and slowly lulling you to sleep. 

Promising

      Draco could feel your breathing slow and he could immediately tell taht you had fallen asleep. As if you weighed nothing, Draco picked you up and held you tightly as he carried you to his dorm from the common room.

“You know, one day we will finally get out of this school and we will be able to live together and do whatever we want. It will be you and me against the wold, I can promise you that. Maybe I will even be lucky enough to call you my wife one day.” he knew you wouldnt hear any of this but it still felt nice to tell you. He loved you, he truly did.And he also knew that you loved him too.

So Far Away // Min Yoongi

Originally posted by jeonbase

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst // Fluff

Summary: Yoongi comes home to find you listening to his mixtape, crying at the heart wrenching lyrics detailed in his song.

Please note that this scenario contains mentions of depression.


You knew that Yoongi would probably be at the studio when his mixtape was released – it was his second home after all. Usually, you found yourself pining for him to come home more often than not but tonight, things were different. You’d been waiting so long to finally hear his solo work after so many months of secrecy, privacy and being unable to crawl into bed beside him that you were glad to have this moment to yourself to listen to it when there was no one around – especially him. You knew that it would be personal snippets of his life that he hadn’t really revealed to anyone in great detail. Yoongi was a private person, not even sharing the extent of his past with you as he often said it would just be a downer on the relationship – even though you so desperately wished he would think otherwise.

Then, right on queue – you saw each song one by one getting uploaded to BTS’s soundcloud. You felt excited and anxious to go through each one and delve into your boyfriend’s talented lyrical abilities, digging deeper into each sentence and deciphering what it really meant as Yoongi always spoke with two meanings. However, as you inched yourself closer to the computer screen in your shared apartment, one song in particular caught your eye. “So Far Away…” you whispered to yourself, plugging your headphones into the computer before curling your knees up to your chest, ready and waiting to hear the sound of your boyfriend’s intense rap that always managed to leave you speechless when he spoke from the heart.


Yoongi arrived home, shutting the door quietly behind him – thinking that you were probably out like a light and tucked up in bed as he hung his coat up and made his way into the kitchen to get a drink. As he poured himself a glass of water from the jug on the table, he seen a plate sitting out for him, wrapped in cling film as he smiled sheepishly to himself – knowing that you had left it out especially for him as you always did. “What would I do without her?” he asked himself as he tore off the film to reveal your delicious beef stew that he could never get enough of. Seeing as it was now stone cold, he walked with it over to the microwave, opening the small swinging door and setting it inside before shutting the door again and wondering to himself how long he should heat it up for.

It was then, he heard barely audible sniffs and whimpers coming from the bedroom as he pricked up his ears, letting his mouth hang open just a little before stepping back and looking off in the direction of the bedroom door which was slightly ajar.

“(Y/N)?” He called out softly in his deep voice, waiting to hear the sound of your cheery reply but being confused when all he heard was another muffled sniffle. “What is she doing?” he thought as he began walking quickly but quietly towards the door, peaking behind it to see you perched on the computer chair – in complete floods of tears as you listened to something through your headphones. He slid through the small crack, being careful not to let too much light flood into the room and startle you as he inched his way on his toes towards you, peering over your shoulder at what you were listening to.

His eyes widened when he seen that you had listened through his entire mixtape as tears continued to fall from your eyes on one particular song. Biting his lip, he bravely placed his hands on your shoulders, causing you to jump slightly before removing your headphones immediately – spinning round in the chair to be met by his worried face.

“Yoongi!” you whispered loudly, crashing into his body as draping your arms around him as he promptly sat down on the bed and pulled you into his embrace and on to his lap, always loving the most affectionate sides of you as he let his fingertips course through your hair while you continued to sob gently into his shirt.

“Baby, why you crying…hm?” he spoke gently in your ear – his voice a constant reminder of the lyrics you just heard him say in his song.

“I listened to your mixtape and I just” you stopped, looking into his eyes as he smiled at you genuinely, taking your cheek in the palm of his hand and caressing it delicately.

“You just?” he continued to smile at you “You like it?”

“I love it but…there’s one verse in particular I can’t get out of my head” you said, as you had memorized the painful words off by heart. Yoongi tilted his head at you, waiting patiently for you to continue.

“I’m living because I can’t die…I’m in so much pain and loneliness…I’m scared to open my eyes everyday and start breathing…” you stopped, feeling your heart twist and turn in the most excruciating way possible as you just watched Yoongi nod at you, blinking slowly as his hands found their way on top of your hips, swallowing harshly before opening his mouth to speak.

“A time ago, I felt like this. Like I was useless and I’d nothing to live for. Getting out of bed in the morning was physically and emotionally impossible and I felt like I had no one to turn to…no one who truly cared about me” he looked deep into your eyes as he spoke, wiping away your tears as they continued to fall from your red and puffy eyes.

“But you know what?” he asked, his voice raising itself a few tones – drawing your attention in even closer and you pressed your forehead against his, feeling his steady heartbeat and the warmth of his body on yours.

“That’s the past. And it reminds me now that I have someone who cares about me – someone who makes it worth my while to wake up and keep breathing every day – someone who makes me want to live because she taught me that life is worth living with her. Do you know who that person is?” he raised your chin with his soft fingertips as he brushed his nose against yours, pulling a cute face that he knew could always make you smile no matter what.

“No, who is it?” you asked, partially knowing the answer but needing the closure of it coming from his mouth.

“There are three things in my life that I couldn’t live without. The first is music, the second is a warm bed to sleep in” he paused, his eyes burning with love and endearment at how affected you were by his past but still loving him nonetheless.

“The third is you, (Y/N). You’re one of three things that I live for. You helped make all the bad things go away…

…and you still do, every day.”

anonymous asked:

What if Dan has depression and it hit him hard 5 years ago causing 2012? Dan shows signs of depression. An existential crisis is commonly tied with depression (look it up!). Also he lost a lot of weight then and it's probably not just from his 3 week long vegan diet.

This post will be 100% my own opinions and views through things dan has said/posted over the years. I also have depression and anxiety myself so I know some things and I will be using the internet for other facts. This is all just thoughts and opinions so please don’t take this as fact or proof, it is all speculation.

 Since Dan’s been on twitter he’s never been quiet about having mental health problems. Just because he’s never outright said he has depression or anxiety doesn’t mean he doesn’t have them either. From posts saying he’s depressed at the moment, he’s thinking of killing himself, or his existential crisis’s

(I just find It nice that phil tweeted love you 3 minutes after dan tweeted about hating his body)

He even has spoke about it in liveshows. The most recent one being in his show “everything is different now” at 52:27. he talks about not being able to bang out content because of his mental health problems. He wouldn’t say that I he didn’t indeed have mental health problems.

Existential Crisis’s are often linked to depression and anxiety. For the reason that overthinking about life and death and existence in general is bad for ones self. Sometimes I think Dan is too smart for his own good, that he knows and looks into the world a little too much and it’s what’s caused him to fell down sometimes.

I also read that people with existential depression often have it because of what their childhoods were liked. Dan’s said his parents didn’t properly prepare him for the world, they we’re quite busy when they had him, and he seemed to spend a lot of time with his grandmother as a child. There are old tweets about him fighting with his parents, and them not understanding him, and even now they still don’t watch his videos or understand his career.

 For Dan to think “what’s my purpose? Why was I placed on the earth? What am I going to do to leave my mark on the world?” constantly makes sense for a kid who didn’t have the happiest upbringing. He was bullied, he didn’t have a lot of money growing up, and he wasn’t taught to follow his dreams. (all things he’s said in liveshows or his videos.)

 So when college rolled around he did what he thought would make him the most money when he grew up, instead of doing what would have made him happy. He went for law school, when he really rather have done anything else, and hated his life. Thus started the first spiral of existential crisis’s. “College Drop Out

 In 2011 him and Phil were quite happy in their small Manchester apartment, they were doing more YouTube things and making good money doing what they enjoyed and they got their first radio 1 opportunities. He seemed happier at the time.

 But in 2012 when they moved to London everyone seemed to sense a change.

 I’ve spoken about this before, but I personally believe that the reason behind the infamous 2012 “no-homo Howell” phase was because of how quickly their lives changed in that year. I don’t think either of them were ready for the level of attention they started to receive, they didn’t expect for people to ship them and make theories about them being together, and Dan definitely did not think people would message his 14 year old brother asking him if Dan’s a bottom.

 I also think that in that year they were more focused on their careers. They wanted to be known as danisnotonfire and amazingphil not phan. They wanted to get attention and build their careers as singles not Dan and his boyfriend Phil. Which is what would have happened seeing as Dan sort of took off more than Phil did that year. Dan hit 1 million subs, and even 3 million subs before Phil had hit 1 million.

 As for Dan being a lot skinnier in that time, they have spoken about how they didn’t have a lot of money that year, rent was high, they were new at their job and the youtube money back then wasn’t the greatest. They lived on ramen noodles and tv dinners for a while before they had enough money to start living properly.

 On September 28th, 2012 Dan uploaded “The Meaning of Life.” in which he describes what his life was like since his college drop out video. He say’s he’s been living in “a state of permanent existential crisis” and then says:

As someone with anxiety and depression I know this feeling. It happened quite a lot. It takes me forever to answer emails, reply to text’s, I hate having showers, I really just want to sit on the ground and cry most days. Before I was diagnosed I thought that was all normal, that I was just a kid but it’s a common problem for people with mental health issues to not have the energy or mental power to persuade themselves to take care of themselves.

 After a year, he uploaded “Existential Crisis” This is around the time that I think Dan started to take medication or really look into ways to feel better.

He’s mentioned looking into different calm down methods, such as breathing exercises and meditation, (here’s a video of him helping the audience calm down in liveshows x) which is what my doctor told me to look into before she wanted me on medication. I’ve found that doctors often want to see if you can help yourself before prescribing anti depressants.

Now I hear you saying “emily there is no proof that he’s on medication” but hear me out okay. You can see him change ever so slightly in 2014. he seems happier, he talks about his existential dread slightly less, he’s more open and free and comfortable with things, and I don’t think that was just random.

I also believe he’s on medication of some sort because of some of the side effects of mine that I’ve seen in him. Such as Congested or runny nose, trouble sleeping, insomnia, increased sweating, dry mouth, and yawning. Most importantly though, is Dan’s whole stay hydrated thing. When on medication they say you have to stay as hydrated as possible in order to feel better, and Dan’s drinking a lot of water.

 The one that I’ve seen a lot is the increased sweating. People were ripping on him for becoming a sweaty mess at tatinof while phil was dry and perfect when it could have been a side effect of his medication.

As well as how he was sweating in the Impossible Quiz #5 video

He’s very educated in anxieties ( as seen I this video as he explains why he tweeted using the word anxiety) and he speaks about his problems often in liveshows, and no one takes him seriously.

i know this was an ask about dan having depression in 2012, but if he had it then he most likely has it now and we need to stop tip toeing around it. he speaks about it and he’s not scared of talking about it. he’s also wonderful at talking to his audience who have mental health problems, as well as knowing how to help us calm down and wanting his content to be a safe place. 

just a reminder not to freak out about any of this to us after you’ve read it all. it’s purely my own thoughts an opinions, not fact

-Emily

                                 🐍🐩  JackBam VLIVE 🐍🐩

                                                       [FULL]

            [TRANS]170930  JackBam’s Sweet and Salty

They said they are the last one who didn’t do Ch+ broadcasts

Taste of comeback:

🐩JS: Taste from your past - taste you are craving for

One word from the lyrics:

🐩JS: A day

They did dab-like move and looked at the ceiling - spoilers from cb

BB and JS: But it’s not dab

🐩JS: MV…we can’t talk about it, right?
🐍BB: We can’t
JS: Oh, we can’t…

🐩JS: But we can give spoilers of our next album, right? Not upcoming one but..
🐍BB: What are you talking about?!?!?!

AHAHAHAH

🐍BB is eating fried food

🐩JS: How you know they use good oil? I have a weak immune system, I’m not gonna eat it

🐩JS: My rap part is salty

🐩JS: The song is all melodic like “It’s a beautiful sky~~~” But the dance is really hard like TATATATATA

🐩JS keeps scolding Bamie for eating fried food:

🐩JS: You haven’t eaten?! why you eat so much?! It’s bad for body. Your blood is full with fat!

🐍BB: I like salty! I LIKE IF YOU DO

an intellectual.

Bamie also likes Never Ever and Gimme

Jackson asked Bambam to look at the comments by himself cause he has trauma from before…..

🐩JS: Yugyeom will do broadcast tomorrow at 1 pm
🐍BB: REALLY?!
🐩JS: Nope^^

🐩JS: What is Chuseok in Thai?
🐍BB: What are you talking about? There is no…Chuseok is Chuseok ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Comment: Upload selfie
🐩JS: How about we do it this way…all 7 of us will take selfie during Chuseok and upload it?

🐍BB: Let’s do it in Stories - selfie Story!

Idiots…#JackBam

Jackson said once again for Bambam to look at comments himself and just say him what people write….

Jackson again say that Mark hyung is leaving first - “You did we…wait where is Mark? And he is already at home or sleeping in the car” 😂

JS said he is having heart attack in the car with Youngjae. It’s like here is he, Mark and Jinyoung and Youngjae next to him. And it’s wuite

And it’s quite - everybody are busy with their stuff and suddenly Youngjae will be like “AAAA”

Or Mark will watch let’s plays and suddenly will rumble something angrily in English 😂

JB said he is going to delete IG after the promotion ends but BB said he would try to convince him to keep it.

Fav songs from the album:

🐍BB: Remember you

Bamie said Remember you is really calm

Bamie said he made Remember you the way it really matches the album’s concept.

Jackson really avoids looking at the comments…when he tries to he stops himself and ask Bamie to look at it…BB even doesn’t joke of it.

Jackson made “OUT” before he debuted but the melody and everything were different from the final version.

Their spoilers for comeback is really strange: they are lying on each other, do waves and hugs….and everything is so…slow and gentle (?)

🐍BB: “Face” that Mark and Jackson made
🐩JS: I only wrote some lyrics
🐍BB: Anyway
🐩JS: Even like that I’m thankful for opportunity

Some people misunderstood…
🐍BB tried to show how each of them contributed to the album. He also participated in writing “Face”, omg.

He listed which member wrote which song and since he already mentioned himself in making “Remember you” he mentioned MK and JS in “Face”.

🐩JS: Because Bamie needs to go to toilet
🐍BB: I really need to go
JS: Bambam needs to go and bam bam
🐍BB: I need to go and have some good time

🐩JS: There is a deep meaning in our MV

🐍BB: The MV is really meaningful. Please, try to find out the meaning behind it.

🐍BB: Ok, I’m going to have some good time in the restroom. Where will you find the more honest idol, lol?

🐍BB: Our title track is by our Beomie
🐩JS: Wait, Beomie? JB hyung might watch it, you know?
🐍BB: Nah, he doesn’t, he wouldn’t buy CH+ 😂

🐩JS: Comparing members to bananas, Mark hyung and Jaebeom hyung are already ripe, but you and Gyeomie are still green in some places.

Bambam wrote Remember you already a while ago - it must have been included into Arrival but was postponed.

Jackson also said when they are in the car and Youngjae will suddenly scream, Jinyoung gets mad 😂

🐍BB about JB and his IG life:

“Bambam ah, I created IG, follow me”, “If I press "like”, will other people see it?“

JS kept saying in the end of broadcast that BB needs to bam bam in toilet and 🐍BB said he farted, then JS checked if it smelled 😂 Idiots ☺️💞

trans by: igot_markedby7

Hypnotized

A/N: Hey loves, this is my first Jughead Jones imagine! I’m so excited to post more writing on this page:) I’m uploading this from the mobile app so there is not bold or italics but when I get my computer fixed I’ll come back to edit my writing so it’ll be obvious where the lyrics are. Thank you for your support ❤️
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Jughead Jones wasn’t one to truly believe in love. He saw how all of his friends had fallen in and out of love with their partners, eventually he thought, love runs out. He saw love as just a chemical reaction that burned out as soon as another attractive face came along, he had no ideas how wrong he was. But when a girl named y/n y/l/n ran into him in the hallways, Jughead felt love for the first time.

It was very cliche how it happened. Jughead was walking to class with his headphones on listening intently to his favorite artists when out of nowhere a beautiful girl had ran into him, causing Jughead’s books to fall to the ground. This earned jeers and laughs from the jocks. He sighed and lowered himself to the ground, she began to apologize also bending to the ground. Her hand grazed his as she gave him his textbooks. He looked at their touching hands and up to her eyes. In those y/e/c orbs Jughead saw the entire universe. He’d seen stunning shades of eyes before but none have ever compared to y/n’s. She blushed at the awestruck boy before her.

/Jughead’s POV/

“I’m sorry about that. I’m y/n y/l/n.” She said cheerfully as she stood to her feet. I snapped out of my trance at her voice, looking into her face I felt my heart flutter.

“Jughead Jones, it’s quite alright.” The breath seemed to escape my lungs when I caught myself admiring her. She had a sharp jawline, a y/b/t body type, mesmerizing eyes, I thought I caught freckles dotting her nose as well. It was strange really, I’ve never seen anyone quite like her in my entire life. Her beauty rendered me speechless.

All of me is in your hands
I could go to Rome, go to Japan
And find nobody, not even anyone, like you
If the stars fell out of the sky
I know I wouldn’t have the time
Cause all I know is that I’m just too into you

“What class are you going to next?” She asked.

“I’m going to h-history.” I stuttered. I cursed myself for being such an idiot. Normally there was no way in hell that I’d care what others thought about me, but standing here in front of y/n I wanted to seem like the king of the world. Consciously I straightened up. My eyes flicked to her lips as she began talking again. They were plump and pink shining from the chapstick she applied religiously.

“Hey, I’ve seen you before…do you visit Pops regularly?” She questioned while leaning against the locker.

“Yeah, I go there to work on writing.” I felt a blush creep onto my face. What the hell am I doing? I of all people never stutter or blush! Y/n’s eyes lit up, she flicked her eyes to my lips and I subconsciously bit them.

“Wow. I’ve always wanted to be a writer. What do you write about?” Her voice was smooth like honey, her eyes shone with stars when she looked at Jughead. She twisted her foot nervously as she gazed into his murky eyes.

/Regular POV/

Unbeknownst to him, y/n had been trying to work up the courage to talk to Jughead since the day she saw him in Pops a month ago. Y/n thought he looked like a model even with the bags under his deep, poetic eyes. She would watch him from her booth her eyes trained on his lips which were always between his teeth as his beautiful mind tried to find the next perfect sentence. She had studied his slender fingers as they typed furiously across the keyboard, hard at work. His raven hair was always hidden from the world under his signature grey beanie. Y/n had developed a secret crush on him and now she couldn’t believe that she found herself talking to him.

/Y/n’s POV/

When I looked back up into Jughead’s eyes I could feel the butterflies in my stomach take flight. I smiled giddily to myself as I nervously twisted my foot into the tiled hallway flooring. Jughead was so attractive even when he wasn’t trying. His voice was low with an edge of mystery when he spoke.

“About Riverdale and the murder of Jason Blossom.” He revealed with a small smirk. My heart drummed in my ears when I locked eyes with Jughead.

When I look into your eyes
They hypnotise me, I can’t move;
There’s nothing more to say now,
There’s nothing more to say
Hypnotized


I froze instantly as If I had been turned to stone. Jughead stared deep into me, both of us at a complete loss for words. His lips parted in what I believe was awe. I felt myself being drawn to him. The world around us faded into the background we were the only beings in the universe that mattered at the moment. The shrill ring of the bell made us jerk back into reality. I blushed a deep shade of crimson. Jughead chuckled to himself.

/Jughead’s POV/


Never in my life had I kissed a girl but that moment when y/n and I locked eyes I felt thrown into a trance. The noise of the bustling hallways cancelled out, the blur of blue and gold lettermans jackets faded to black and white, in that moment I felt gravity pull our bodies together. As I stared into those gleaming y/e/c eyes I felt the urge to kiss her. I was giving in slowly leaning forward but the shrill shriek of the school bell made me jump back. Y/n looked down at her shoes attempting to hide the blush that slipped onto her high cheekbones. I chuckled lightly my mind racing along with my heartbeat.

“Hey…” I began. Her eyes flicked back up to mine.

“Yes?” Her smooth voice sang.

I scratched the back of my neck. I felt my cheeks heat up as I gathered my courage.

“Do you want to come to Pops with me tonight on a date? I know we just met and all but-” Her giggle cut me off. I froze waiting for her reaction.

“I’d love to Jughead. I gotta get to science class but I’ll see you tonight. Here’s my number.” Y/n passed me a slip of paper and waved before turning on her heels and walking down the hallway.

I sighed in relief smiling at the number before tucking it in my jacket pocket. A smile snuck onto my face and didn’t leave all day.

At lunch I smiled down at my sandwich thinking about my date later on tonight. Archie, Veronica, Kevin, and Betty were conversing amongst themselves. My eyes scanned the cafeteria for her. Y/n sat at a table with a group of artsy looking students. Her delicate eyes crinkled at the corners as she tossed her head back in laughter. Her sea of y/h/c hair flowed behind her head. Her pearly white teeth gleamed in the fluorescent lighting of the noisy cafeteria. Y/n wiped happy tears from her eyes as she shook her head at her friends. Her glossy, full lips flashed a smile. For a fraction of a second her eyes floated among the ocean of faces inside the lunch room. Her orbs met mine and a chill rushed down my spine. In the blink of an eye she turned back to her friends.

If the sky turned pink
I know that I wouldn’t blink
Cause all I know’s that I’m just too into you

Betty waved her hand over my eyes.

“Yo hoo! Earth to Jughead!” I didn’t move a muscle. Her voice sounded far away like she was miles under the ocean and I was on top of the Empire State Building. My chin rested in my right hand as I gazed dreamily at my newfound crush. I was hypnotized by her beauty. It’s ironic really, me of all people falling hard and fast in love with a stranger. Suddenly, I felt a pair of strong arms shaking my shoulders back and forth. Archie stared into my face his features contorted in concern. All of my friends stared at me with worried expressions.

“What?” I blinked several times and slipped back into my regular sardonic facade.

“Dude you were totally spaced out. I’ve been calling your name for five minutes.” Archie said.

“Yeah you were making dreamy eyes across the cafeteria at the art table.” Betty laughed.

“Who caught your attention? Is she cute?” Veronica prodded. I rolled my eyes and pushed my food around with my fork.

“C'mon Jughead! Who is she?” Kevin pressed with a sly smirk on his face.

“Don’t freak out guys…” I said, raising my hands slightly in mock surrender, “But I have a date to night with y/n y/l/n.” I muttered hoping they wouldn’t hear me. Archie’s eyebrows flew up towards his forehead.

“You what?” He practically screamed. I jumped and spilled water on my shirt.

“What the hell Jughead? Since when do you go on dates?” Betty said with an air of disbelief.

“Oh my god Jug! You have to tell us everything! What’s she like? Is she nice? She’s obviously pretty, how’d you meet? When did you meet? Are you dating her? Have you used her yet? Are you going to kiss he-?” Veronica rambled.

“Veronica!” Everyone stopped her by whisper shouting in unison, before she could ask anymore questions. I felt an embarrassed blush flush my cheeks. I pressed napkins against my shirt and rolled my eyes.

“This is why I didn’t want to say anything! Just forget it guys.” I huffed. They always overreacted to anything I told them. I slung my bag over my shoulder grabbed my lunch tray and left the table. I dumped my lunch in the trash and began to walk to my next class.



That night y/n and I met at Pops at seven o'clock. She marveled at me all night long, listening intently as I talked in depth about my story. All of the stars danced in her irises she put the moon to shame with her radiant smile. She sipped a strawberry milkshake while asking me what my favorite constellation was. The entirety of the date we discussed topics ranging from classic American literature to what our favorite candy bar was. Y/n was endlessly fascinating. She told me about how she started painting pictures at the age of six. Her first being a woman with four heads and purple skin. We laughed above our burgers genuinely enjoying each other’s company. By the end of the night her hand was laced in mine her smooth fingers drawing invisible figures onto the back of my hand.

My face ached from smiling so much that night. When the date ended y/n drove me back to Archie’s house in a souped up chevy.

The classic chevy’s engine grumbled to a halt as she parked on the sidewalk in front of Archie’s.

“Jughead, I had an amazing time with you tonight. Thank you.” Her lips shined from the lipgloss she applied earlier as she spoke. I tore my gaze from her lips and met those breathtaking eyes of hers.

“Y/n tonight I got to thinking…
I’ve never felt so connected to another person like I have felt with you. From the moment I met your eyes I wanted to be your everything. Forgive me for being forward, but will you be my girlfriend?” The words escaped my lips before I could register what I had said. Her pearly white teeth beamed at me she held my gaze and I felt it. That feeling that gravity was pushing us towards each other; All noise and objects melted away as it was just our two souls floating in the universe. This time she leaned in, her gentle hand cupped my cheek as she inched closer to my face. Her soft lips grazed mine. I tilted my head and captured her in a sweet kiss. Her lips tasted like strawberries as we moved in a perfect motion. The kiss deepened as I brought my hand to the back of her neck. My nerves eased when I felt her lips push gently against mine.

We pulled apart for air. She didn’t let go of my hand.

“Jughead Jones, I felt the same connection. All my life I’ve been waiting to find another soul like mine. Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend.” She placed another kiss to my lips. My mouth tingled with a slight burn laced between them. A smile creeped across my face. I looked out the window of her car to see Archie waiting on the porch, the night sky consumed the world in darkness the only lights being Archie’s porch light and y/n’s car headlights. I pressed a kiss to her hand. We broke into identical blushes when our eyes met again an electric shock ran through my body.

“Goodnight y/n. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I grinned. I stepped out of the car and waved as I watched y/n drive away into the night.

I climbed the porch steps and leaned against the railing next to Archie who had an amused smile plastered on his face his arms folded over his chest. I shoved my hands in my pockets. An energy bubbled in my chest as I smiled at my shoes.

“So, how’d the date go?” Archie asked. The ginger turned his brown eyes upon me waiting for my answer. I sighed dreamily. Looking him in the eyes I said

“Archie, I’m in love.”

——–

/Regular POV/


As y/n and Jughead delved further into their relationship, Jughead found himself changing. He smiled more often, he could walk the halls without tense shoulders, he was openly kinder to people. Not that he was rude before he just…changed for the better. Y/n made him feel like he was on cloud 9, whatever that was. He never lost the feeling when he looked into her eyes.

You taught me how to be
A better man, a better being
And I’ve been thinkin’

Jughead had taken her on several other dates to Pops. The two of them would spend hours there laughing hysterically and sipping dozens of milkshakes. Y/n never once complained about only going to Pops. She fell in love with the small town diner just as she had fallen in love with Jughead; at first sight. They were inseparable. Jughead had never been the type to always talk about their significant other but he just couldn’t stop himself. All of his friends found it adorable, this side of Jughead Jones was happy for once in his life.


/Y/n’s POV/

‘Hey love.’

The screen of my phone lit up with a text from my boyfriend Jughead.
I smiled feeling my heart flutter. Quickly I typed back.

‘Hey sugar:)’

'Meet me at the drive in, I have a surprise for you.’

The butterflies in my stomach took flight.

'Aww Jug, did I ever mention that you’re my favorite person ever? Because you totally are.’

'You’ve never failed to mention it. Hurry up babe I don’t want to wait any longer:)’

'Okay! See you in 10.’

I slid out of bed and pulled on a sweatshirt and a pair of comfy jeans. I quickly combed my hair and slipped on a pair of red sneakers. I brushed my teeth and chewed a piece of gum before looking myself over in the mirror. Satisfied with my smiling reflection I dashed for the front door.

“Dad I’m going to the drive in be home soon!” I yelled as I ran down the stairs.

“Okay be safe!” My dad called from the kitchen. I grabbed his chevy keys. The night smelled of fire as I stepped outside. Walking to the car I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.

One new message from: Kevin Keller

I unlocked my phone to view the message as I sat in the drivers seat.

'Oh. My. God. Girl!!!!’

'What happened Kevin?’

'I’m at the drive-in with Archie V and B and Jughead has this huge grin on his face. He keeps telling us to “be ready” when you get here!!!! Hurry up I’m dying to find out what he’s gonna do.’

'Be there in five minutes Kev, omg I’m crying!!! Thanks for the heads up.’

'No problem girl. hurry!!’

I revved up the engine and sped towards the drive-in with my heart hammering in my chest.


When I pulled my chevy up to Archie’s truck I felt a rush of anxiety. I cut the engine and steeped out of the car. Jughead shot me a cheesy grin as he engulfed me in a loving embrace.

“I missed you y/n.” He breathed into my ear. I inhaled his earthy scent from his jacket. I could feel his heartbeat in his chest.

“I missed you too Jughead.” I pressed a kiss to his cheek when we pulled away. He intertwined our hands as we walked towards his group of friends.

“Y/n!” They all cried in unison. Archie, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin all rushed to give me a hug. I laughed against Archie’s chest.

“Hey guys! It’s great to see you all again.” I cheered. They all beamed at me with toothy grins. Archie waved us over to Kevin’s truck. I climbed into the back taking a seat next to Jughead. He passes me a bag of my favorite sour gummies and I snuggled into his chest. Kevin sat to my left with Veronica and Archie and Betty sat on the truck hood above Jug and I.

“Hey guys?” I asked. My eyebrows crinkled in confusion when I surveyed the lot and saw that the only cars that occupied space were the cars of Archie, Kevin, and I.

“Yes?” Betty answered.

“Where are…. the other cars?” I questioned.

“The screens all ours tonight, love. I have a special movie I want to share with you all.” Jughead answered. I looked up into his eyes. He smiled down at me and placed a kiss to my head.

Even though I know that I don’t deserve this
I know that I’m worth it, I want prove to you

The screen came to life. From all of the speakers came a familiar song.

Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can’t help falling in love with you….

I turned my full attention to the screen. Pictures of Jughead and played in a slideshow. My hands covered my mouth.

“Awwwww.” Betty cooed at us.

“Jughead it’s beautiful.” I whispered.

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? If I can’t help falling in love with you….

A video of Jughead and I walking hand in hand appeared on the screen. The next picture was of Jughead asleep on my lap with a small trickle of drool coming out.

We all erupted into laughter. I could feel happy tears pooling in my eyes at the next images.

The next video clip was of Jughead and I playing in the snow. It was taken last winter when I invited him over to my house for Christmas. We were building a snowman together. The video showed Jughead setting up the camera and then walking towards the snowman with a top hat in hand. He held it out for me and when I reached for it he yanked it back. This happened a few times. Jughead held the hat above his head and I jumped for it. My fingers just barely grazed the top hat when I came crashing down on top of the snowman. It crumpled into a heap of snow. I looked at the camera with a stunned expression before Jughead and I burst into laughter.

Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
Some things are meant to be

The next pictures showed Jughead and I outside of Pops leaned against my chevy. He closed his eyes with a dopey grin plastered on his face while I pressed a kiss to his cheek. After that picture, one of us lying on the football field with flowers in our hair popped up.

I giggled to myself. The slideshow played on. Momentarily the song faded away and Jughead’s voice came over the speakers. It was a video of Jughead and I slow dancing at the school dance.

“This here is the most ethereal being that has ever graced this earth. This lovely girl is y/n y/l/n. This is us at our school dance, I remember being so nervous that night. When I saw her in that dress I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. That night I knew that there was no holding back, I had to do this. Y/n if you’re listening to this, I love you more than anything.”

Jughead’s voice and the video of us faded away, the original song started playing again as more pictures flashed on the screen.

Take my hand,
Take my whole life, too
For I can’t help falling in love with you

I heard a sniffle from behind me and turned around to see Betty weeping against Archie’s shoulder.
She smiled down at me. I returned the gesture and cuddled back into Jughead’s chest. All around me I heard sniffles as the slideshow continued.

The next picture was of us at a park in the fall. The colorful leaves fell around us as we kissed under a maple tree. Next was a picture of Jughead, Veronica, Kevin, Archie, Betty, and I at Sweetwater River in the summertime. We were all soaked head to toe but smiling nonetheless. Then a picture of me asleep on Jug’s shoulder flashed across the drive-in screen. Everyone awwed in unison. I blushed a deep red. The last few pictures were of us being goofy with our eyes crossed and tongues stuck out at the camera.

For I can’t help falling in love with you.


The music faded away. The slideshow showed a video of us laughing together at Pops diner we were both clutching our stomachs as tears streaked down our faces. The slideshow ended and we all began clapping.

“Jughead that was the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. It was absolutely amazing. I love you!” I cried pressing a kiss to his lips. He smiled against my lips.

“I love you too y/n.”

“Awwww!” Betty cooed while wiping happy tears from her eyes.

“I have another surprise. Everyone follow me.” Jughead announced. We all climbed out of Kevin’s truck and walked with Jughead behind the huge screen. I gasped at the sight before me.


In a clearing behind the movie projection screen was a circle of trees. There were fairy lights hung around the trees, and a small table with a bottle of pink rosé on ice and several champagne flutes. Jughead led us near the table but suddenly dropped to the ground. I felt my arm tug down being as I was holding his hand. My brows furrowed in confusion as I looked him over.

“Are you okay? Did you fall?” I inquired trying to help him to his feet but he remained on one knee.

“The only falling I did y/n was falling in love with you.” He beamed. Our friends stopped inspecting the beautiful display of fairy lights and turned to Jughead. Betty started crying happy tears again when she realized what was happening. Kevin and Veronica were shaking each other with excitement, Archie looked absolutely dumbstruck.

“Y/n Y/l/n since the day I met you I knew there was no turning back, I knew that from that day in the hallways that you were the one. I couldn’t stop thinking about you nor did I want to. You’re the most intelligent person I’ve ever met and you’re beauty is ethereal something I can’t fathom. Y/n you’re so genuine. You’re a true angel. I love you y/f/n I don’t ever want to lose you. Will you marry me?” Jughead had a brilliant twinkle in those breathtaking eyes of his. His features were alight with joy. Tears brimmed my eyes as I shook my head yes.

“Jughead Jones I love you, of course I want to marry you!” I cried. He broke into a grin and I pulled him into a hug as applause from our friends rang through the nights air. Jughead snaked his hand around my waist as he led us all to the table with the rosé. We sat with our fivers interlocked, Archie, Betty Veronica, and Kevin began gushing about Jughead and I. Archie opened the bottles and poured us each a glass. I held the flute in my right hand. Jughead slipped the engagement ring onto my left hand ring finger it sparkled under the fairy lights reflecting our pearly smiles.


When I look into your eyes
They hypnotise me, I can’t move;
There’s nothing more to say
Hypnotized

Jughead tipped my head up with his chin and captured my lips in an intoxicatingly alluring kiss. His plump lips were buzzed with alcohol but nonetheless the kiss was sober as ever. His lips were telling a story, one of love and obsession, one of how the colors seemed brighter with her by his side, a tale of two hearts merging into one steady heartbeat the melody that intertwined their souls. His story ended when air was needed. We separated and his hand came to cup my cheeks. His eyes locked with mine and this time I didn’t fight the feeling of the Earth slipping into a void. I embraced the feeling of us being the only two people on Earth, we emitted such an intense energy that we fell into a hypnotic state of mind. No words escaped my lips, no movement was made, we just stared intently into each other’s eyes completely consumed with love.

I’m hypnotized
When I look in your eyes
There’s no disguise;
You got me hypnotized

Long Live - Chapter 9

This chapter got so long, i’m so sorry! Also, don’t judge me, i wanted a festive chapter, even though it’s September. Thank you to @ilovemyspoopydad, @gaysonofjafar and @mylasagnaisraw for beta-ing this chapter, you’re my saviors. Also, thank you for all the lovely comments you leave on the chapters, reading them makes my day! 

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Christmas Break at Finn’s//Wyatt Oleff x Reader ~ Part Three

I don’t think you had ever had a better time in your entire life. The concert was in full swing and you were currently on Wyatt’s back belting out the lyrics to Immortals. Jaeden, Jack and Finn were all screaming the words too. You couldn’t see Wyatt’s face but you presumed he was singing. Despite the fact that one of the greatest bands ever was playing right in front of your eyes you couldn’t help but think about how brilliant of an idea this was. Not only did you get to see Fall Out Boy, you were currently sitting on Wyatt Oleff’s back.

As the next song began to play, Finn took his phone out and snapped a picture of you and Wyatt living it up. Not that either of you noticed it. You were too caught up.

One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories even though they weren’t so great
He tastes like you, only sweeter
One night, yeah, and one more time
(One night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
(For the memories, for the memories
See, he tastes like you, only sweeter

Yes, Wyatt, you thought, Thanks for the memories.
~
You were currently FREAKING out. After the show was over the band got word that you guys were in the audience and sent someone to invite you backstage. They didn’t know you as you didn’t act but they knew the boys and that was good enough for you. 

A guy from security led you down twisting corridors, up staircases, and finally to the door which said Fall Out Boy. You stifled a squeal as he knocked and opened the door. 

“Come in!” A very familiar voice shouted from the inside

The door opened. Jaeden went in first, then Finn, then Jack, then you and then Wyatt. Standing in front of you was Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Andy Hurley and Joe Trohman. 

You greeted the band and had lots of photos taken. The guys didn’t mind that you were there of course. Agents had arrived with cameras and were taking pictures for social media, the latest Rocksound magazine, etcetera. It must have gotten around that you guys were going to be there. Probably thanks to Twitter.

“It’s really nice to meet you guys,” Patrick said, “I love Stranger Things, and IT. Scared the hell out of Pete though.”
Everyone laughed
“We’re big fans,” Finn replied, “Especially Y/N here. If it wasn’t for her we wouldn’t be standing here.”
“Well, thanks, Y/N. It’s really good to meet you.”
“Trust me the pleasure is all mine. I’ve been a fan for as long as I can remember.”
“Favourite album?” Andy asked
“Folie a deux all the way.”
“No way!” Pete said, shocked, “Everyone usually picks Save Rock and Roll or American Beauty/American Psycho. ”
“No, I prefer the older stuff. But I’m loving your new sound. Champion is genius and The Last of The Real Ones? Now that is what you call a good bop.” Sorry I had to put this :)

The whole of the band smiled and launched into the story of how the songs came to be.

When you woke up the very first thing you did was check social media. Your follower count had quite literally gone up by thousands since last night. Wyatt took pictures of you hugging each of the band members, and every time you saw them your heart skipped a beat. There were pictures of you and the others on Fall Out Boy’s Instagram account which you never imagined would happen in your dizziest daydreams.

You scrolled through the pictures and videos on your camera roll and found loads that the boys had taken before the concert. They must have taken your phone when you went to the bathroom. Trying to stifle your laughter you uploaded a couple to your Instagram and tagged the boys. 

“You up already, Y/N?” Wyatt had just sat up and was looking at you with a huge smile on his face
“Yeah. I honestly can’t stop thinking about last night.”
“Shall we go downstairs and talk? That way we won’t wake the others and we can have coffee.”
“Good idea Noodles.”
“For fuck’s sake, you too?”
“Come on. I need coffee.” You both laughed as you put on jumpers. You were about to put yours on but you saw Wyatt’s Canada hoodie on the floor and put it on as he was leaving his room. Little did you know this would cause Wyatt to become a stuttering mess.

You finished up in the bathroom and ran downstairs to the kitchen. Wyatt was pouring the freshly made coffee. The house smelled wonderful. He looked up at you and immediately turned red.

“I-is that my s-sweater?”
“Uhm,” You looked down at your fluffy Christmas socks, “It looked better than mine and…I’ll take it off if you like I mean-”
“No, Y/N it’s fine. It looked better on you anyway. Now, come and drink this coffee before it gets cold.
So that’s just what you did.
~
Jaden, Finn and Jack were currently peeking from behind a wall. Y/N was drinking coffee and sitting on the kitchen counter with Wyatt in front of her saying something about a new movie.

“They are so into each other!” Jaeden whisper-shouted, “Look at the two of them being all gooey. It makes me sick.”
“Yeah well he may be a brother to me but if he hurts her I’ll fucking end him.” Finn didn’t take his eyes off of Wyatt and Y/N the whole time
“And if I walk in on the two of them getting it on.” Jack made a motion that I won’t repeat, “Then I will throw up all over them while they’re fu-”
“Alright, Jack?!” Jaeden hissed while Finn just gave him a disgusted look, “I think we get the idea. Also, I think Y/N is wearing Wyatt’s  sweater.”
“What the fuck?” Finn said, “So are they official or not? What is this?”
“How about we ask them.”

Jack strolled out into the kitchen like the Queen of England. 

“What are you two bitches gossiping about,” He said with a smirk, “The location for your late night randevu? Let us know where you decide because I’d rather not walk into the bathroom at three in the morning and find you two fucking in the bathtub. I’d go blind.”
“JACK?!”
“SERIOUSLY?!” You and Wyatt both shouted at the same time
“So,” Jaeden cleared his throat and tried to hide his smile, “How long have you two been up?”
“About half an hour,” You said, “We were wondering if you guys wanted to go out for breakfast?”
“Sure,” Finn said, “Where to?”
“I don’t know,” You said, “You guys decide. I’m going to get ready.”

You were currently sat across Wyatt enjoying your caramel waffle and sipping your hazelnut coffee. Finn noticed how much of it you were drinking.

“Y/N, if you drink one more cup of coffee you’re going to be bouncing off the walls. As your best friend, it’s my duty to cut you off. So,” Finn took your coffee away and poured you a glass of fresh orange juice, “I’m cutting you off.”
“Seriously Finn?” You whined, “We didn’t get back to the house until two this morning!”
“I seem to recall,” Jaeden said, “Waking up to find you and Wyatt talking at three in the morning a few nights ago. And you didn’t drink a hundred cups of coffee then. Correct me if I’m wrong but you were grinning the whole day.”
“Oh go fuck yourself Jaeden,” Wyatt said, “You sound just like Jack.”
“Calm down and eat your waffle,” Finn said with an eye roll, “We’ve got somewhere to be at 11.”
“Where?” Jack asked
“There’s someone Y/N needs to meet. So finish up. We have half an hour.”
You had no idea what he was talking about. But you sure as hell were intrigued.

Part Four coming soon!

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BabyDaddy!Cal Pt.13

A/N: Helloooo. Writing this chapter was a breeze, plus I wrote the next chapter ages ago so the quicker you get this to 100, the sooner you can get it. Chapter 14 is wild, it’s a whole lot of drama that goes down(what a lot of you have been waiting for). Anyway, as always get to 100 notes and feedback is welcome. I hope you cuties enjoy💕

This is kinda long, but I know y'all don’t mind.

**WARNINGS**: Smut since its highly requested lol


Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve,thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty{END}


“Mom is throwing you a baby shower.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, she’s really excited.” Calum would laugh, remembering how his mother had been excitedly rambling nonstop about hosting a baby shower in her home.

“Your mom’s so sweet, I love her. ”

“She’s loves you more than me. I don’t know why, you’re pretty awful.”

You’d smack your lips as you said,“Whatever.”

“Do I take this left?”

“Yeah. It’s gonna be the complex on the right.”

With being seven months pregnant, Calum had decided that now would be the best time for you to go apartment hunting. You had been searching for nearly two weeks and although you were satisfied with nearly every complex Calum always had something that he didn’t deem “perfect” enough for you. The view wasn’t pretty enough, the rooms were too small, there wasn’t enough kitchen space, the downstairs gym wasn’t big enough. Out of all seven of the complexes, none of them were just right for the three of you.

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How Do You Know - Part 2

A/N: I FINALLY WROTE PART 2 AYEE! Are y’all proud of me now? I’ve just been so busy with school and I didn’t have time. I’m probably gonna fail my test tomorrow cause I wrote this instead of studying but oh well
I wanna thank everone that messaged me and requested a part 2, you’re a real one! I suggest reading the first part so this whole thing makes sense. Here’s the link: Part 1.
Fun fact: I tried uploading this like 4 times but my laptop kept crashing before I could save the draft so that’s great :))) Anyways, I hope you like this one!

It was as if time had stopped. Jonah couldn’t move, couldn’t talk. He only stared at the kitchen door where you had been standing just seconds ago. Confusion and shock were written all over his face, making it clear he had no idea of what was going on. Your words rang through his head, loud and clear, while he was trying to put the pieces together. And then it hit him. “…break up with (Y/N)” That must have been what set you off. That little part of his speech must have been the only thing you had heard.

Suddenly the room started spinning. Jonah’s vision turned blurry, his ears were ringing and his breathing came out shallow. He saw the guys talking to him but his mind couldn’t comprehend what they were saying. When did they even come in here? It was as if someone had taken over his body, making him lose all senses. His thoughts were racing, going a million miles per hour. He tried to stop his body from shaking but to no avail. Tears were streaming down his face, making it hard to see. There was a deep ache in his chest which finally pushed him over the edge. A hand trying to grab him was the last thing he saw before everything went black.


You were curled up on your couch, surrounded by tissues and stared at the wall blankly. You had run out of tears after crying for hours straight. Now the only thing that was left was the dull pain. You tried distracting yourself but your mind seemed to only focus on the one thing you desperately wanted to forget. You kept telling yourself that you were okay, that this was for the best but you knew you were lying. How could you be okay? You loved this boy with everything you had. The hurt you felt when hearing his words seemed humanly impossible. It was as if your whole world had fallen apart, destroyed by the one person that had made it complete. Jonah was your everything, your forever and always, your first and you thought he would be your last too.

“How could you be so stupid?” You were angry. Angry at Jonah for doing this to you, angry at the boys for playing along but mostly angry at yourself for letting him wreck you like this. You wondered how long he had felt this way, how long he had been faking it. Maybe it was never real to begin with? You thought back to all the memories you had made, the day you had met, your first date, going on adventures in the middle of the night, him teaching you how to play the guitar, slow dancing to random songs in your small dorm room, all the inside jokes, all the laughs you shared, every hug and every kiss. No. That couldn’t have been fake. You knew Jonah better than anyone, you could read him like an open book. You remembered how his face would light up whenever he saw you, the small smile he would wear when you were talking and the love in his eyes whenever he would look at you. Thinking back to the incident, you remembered how excited he had been when he saw you and the way his face fell when you started screaming, the confusion clearly prominent on his face. He didn’t want to break up with you.

The ringing phone next to you brought you back to reality. Zach’s name along with a dumb picture of him flashed across the screen. The boys had been calling you non-stop since you got home but you declined every call. This time though something told you to pick up. “Hello?” Your voice came out quiet and shaky and you mentally cursed yourself for sounding so vulnerable. “Oh god, (Y/N), you finally picked up!” You had never heard Zach sound so stressed like he did in this moment. There were a lot of different sounds and voices in the background, making you wonder where he was. “Listen, Jonah, uhm he- he had a panic attack. After you left he got so quiet and we tried talking to him but he wasn’t responding and then he started shaking like crazy and collapsed onto the floor. We’re at the hospital right now and I’m just- I’m so scared. (Y/N/N), you need to come please. He needs you. We need you” The last part came out in a whisper but you still heard him loud and clear. “I’m on my way” was the only thing you said before hanging up and jumping off the couch.

Zach’s words hit you like a bus. You felt everything and nothing at the same time. Your emotions were going crazy and there was no way to control them. Quickly, you threw on a hoodie, some shoes and grabbed your key on your way out. You didn’t even bother checking your appearance, knowing you looked like death. You sprinted to your car, Jonah the only thing on your mind. Driving as fast as you could, not even bothering if you hit any red lights, you made your way to the hospital. When you walked in you already saw Zach and Daniel waiting at the door for you. Catching their attention immediately you ran over to them and wrapped them in a tight hug. You could see the worry on their faces and their tear-stained cheeks made it clear that they were as scared for him as you were. The three of you walked to Jack and Corbyn and once they saw you approaching, they got up and hugged you too. That’s when the tears started falling again.


You had been sitting in the waiting room for what felt like hours, trying to get comfortable on those chairs. Your crying had stopped but the atmosphere was still tense. “Are you here for Jonah Marais?” Hearing the voice, you all jumped to your feet and looked at the doctor. You only nodded your head, unable to form words. “You don’t need to worry, he is stable. Mr. Marais had a panic attack due to huge stress and passed out. I believe you all know what had caused the stress in the first place. Anyways, he woke up about ten minutes ago and is now ready for visitors. But be careful, don’t overwhelm him.” The doctor gave you a little smile and turned around, leaving to go see another patient.

You just stood there, awkwardly staring at the door. Zach gave you a little push and nodded his head, signalling for you to go in first. You closed your eyes, taking in a huge breath and walked towards the room. You entered and closed the door behind you.


Jonah heard the door close and looked up. Once he realized it was you a huge smile made its way to his face. But it was soon gone when he remembered the events from earlier. He looked at you carefully, wondering what you were doing here. You walked further into the room, stopping directly in front of the bed he was lying in and surprised him by bending down and wrapping your tiny arms around his shoulders. Jonah didn’t hesitate for a second and pulled you down so you were sitting next to him. He nuzzled his head into your neck and breathed in your scent. He didn’t know when he would get to hold you like this again so he wanted to savour this moment.

He pulled away when he felt something wet making contact with his shirt and when he looked at your bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks his heart broke a little. “Don’t you dare do this again, Marais, do you understand me? Do you have any idea how worried we were? We didn’t know what was going on, nobody wanted to tell us anything. I was already preparing myself for the worst. And the boys were so scared, I mean, they wouldn’t admit it but I could tell by the looks on their faces. We thought we would lose you!” He just stared at you, taking it all in. He looked at your cheeks that had red dots all over them from your salty tears, at your nose that was red from blowing it too much earlier, at your lips that were quivering, into your eyes that were still glossy, at your hair that was hastily thrown into a bun and had a few strands falling out and at your fingers that were playing with the hem of his sweatshirt out of habit. He knew he had to tell you. It was now or never.

“I love you.” You froze. Looking up you were met with Jonah’s eyes staring at you. Did I hear right? You thought you were dreaming but judging by the hopeful look on his face it was real. Tears started to make their way down your face again but this time out of happiness. You let out a little giggle and leaned forward “And I love you.” That was all it took. Jonah placed his lips on yours, pulling you into him again. You both smiled into the kiss and only pulled away when you heard cheers coming from the doorway.

“I can’t imagine my life without you. It’s you and me forever, princess.” “I know, Jonah, I know.”

anonymous asked:

53 and 8 I know requests are closed rn but I'll forget to ask for this if I don't do this now lmao,, could you maybe do 53 and 8 with Johnny? If it's okay <3

prompts:
“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”
“I want my best friend back.”

Originally posted by narika-a

pairing: johnny & reader insert
includes: light angst
wc: 1.6k
note: Not sure if this is the direction you wanted this to go down, but i hope you enjoy! I havent had the most motivation to write a lot lately, so this is probably the shortest thing ill ever release on this blog, lmaooo. I just needed to write a bit to see if itd help me get out of my slump :)


It was not an everyday occurrence for you to feel under the weather.

In fact, it was a rare event. Blue days for you were tabbed under the file of impossibilities in your life, for everything was peachy and placid for a short while. That was because you had Jung Jaehyun in your life.

Well, to be quite fair, your boyfriend, Jaehyun, still held a place in your life. It was just because he was no longer physically close to you. He had to move away for college, now at the opposite side of the country. To keep up communication was a promise, a determined task in order to hold up one of the pillars of the relationship. But even so that duty was met, it never felt enough for you—you craved to see Jaehyun, to be held in his arms again, and feel not the slightest amount of distance. The only proximity you wanted to be shared was the inches that his face were to be from yours, right before he shuts it with a fervent kiss.

And thinking about that made your heart swell—in all the good and bad ways.

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Dylan Sprayberry |"He is so whipped for this girl!!"

Dylan Sprayberry |“He is so whipped for this girl!!”

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Plot:You are at a boat trip with the cast for the twins birthday and you fall asleep. Charlie takes a photo of you asleep on top of Dyl and posts that.

A/n : I hope you like this. I wrote it a couple days ago at like 1.00 am but I made it better now. ENJOY!!!

Lately you had been very busy. I mean sure you’re just 15 but you’re dating Dylan Sprayberry and yu are tired of people saying “You are dating him only for his money.” Well they also include body but you can’t do anythig for that. So you have a summer job. You were actually helping your older sister at the place she was working and her boss said he would pay you good money if you worked for him for the whole summer. So you agreed with the only term that you’d have 2 weeks off to spent with your boyfriend. He agreed.

So the past 2 months (mostly after you had finals, you had to study ya know;) had been very busy and tiring for you. Not only because of work but because you were staying up late to Skype Dylan.Yeah, well, you live in Greece* while he is not. You know, time difference is a problem though. But this week. This week would be different. You would be spending this week with Dylan and the cast in Amsterdam for wolfcon.

Today was the day the Carver twins had their birthday you guys were going on a boat trip for the day. Conversations were audible from every side around you. Holland talking with Charlie or Max with the rest of the boys and you. You were really quite today. Ian was even joking about how you were so , off, and how Dylan could turn you on. Everytime you were just rolling your eyes but it was kinda funny. He was also right. You were off lately. Usually you would talk and joke with everyone and everyone enjoyed it but today was different. Today you felt really exhausted cause eve though you were not working your sleep schedule was messed up. Though you still talked and joked , just not as much as you usually did.

You were currently sitting next to your boyfriend dearest hugging his right arm as with his left one he was holding a cigarette. Charlie had alredy taken some photos of you and him idividually , as on an effort to keep your self awake you were just walking around. Charlie never miss the chance to take a picture of you everytime the light was giving a “goddess” vibe to you or everytime he just thought the way the air was taking your hair back was making you look cute. To be honest , everyone there thought of you as their little sister ( for some even daughter) except Sprayberry of course.

“Someone must’ve been really tired. If you know what I mean,” Max joked wiggling his eyes while looking at you two. Dylan was confused at first.“Look at your shoulder ,” Max commanded Dylan as he did so. His lips curved upwards into a smile looking at the sight on his shoulder. “Her sleep schedule is f*cked up” he shot softly never taking his eyes of you and ignoring Max’s previous “dirty” joke.

Right then he decided to do something he knew you loved. He carefully pulled you onto his lap, placing your head on the crook of his neck while your legs were flying at the left side of his body. His right hand was protectively around you while his other hand was holding yet again a cigarette. Your riight hand was around his neck as your left hand was around his waist. That was the moment that Charlie really wanted to capture , but he didn’t didn’t want to ruin. Yet, he still took a couple of photos of you two like that uploading it on Instagram with the captionHe is so whipped for this girl!!”

Dorwinion Dessert - Thranduil x Reader

This is a Thranduil x Reader one-shot inspired by a dirty Thranduil confession from the thranduilconfessions.tumblr blog. 

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This is just for fun, pure and shameless smut, NSFW, PWP, Thrandy being really naughty and horny …. you know the King of Smirkwood. So here is your „Dorwinion Dessert“, served steamy and hot, bon appétit :)!

The following confession inspired me to write this fanfic:
„I want to be one of Thranduil’s servant girls, and one day, when he’s feeling exceptionally horny, he’ll take me to his wine cellar and fuck me senseless against the barrels, whispering „You’re mine now…“.

Disclaimer: I do not own Thranduil (unfortunately), nor any of the other characters from Tolkien’s Middle-earth. I do not make any money with this, this is purely for entertainment.

You can find this now also on AO3. If you happen to stop by and leave me kudos that would be greatly appreciated. Thank you all :)!

Second Servings of Dorwinion Dessert are now also ready, served and uploaded. It is the follow-up to this if you want to read more about dirty Thranduil ;).

                                        Dorwinion Dessert

It was well past midnight and your duty should have ended a long time ago when you found yourself still carrying trays and putting away goblets from the lavish feast Thranduil had held tonight. You were surprised his wine cellar still held so many more barrels after all that had been consumed by him and his distinguished guests. It was an incessant stream of servants making sure that there was a constant flow of delicious food and sweet Dorwinion wine so Thranduil’s banquet would live up to its usual style.
You were of course not allowed to participate in any of these festivities, after all you were just a servant, but although you sometimes envied these illustrious guests, you did not really wish to partake. You wouldn’t admit it to yourself but you had only eyes for the king. You had thrown Thranduil probably more covert looks than what was considered appropriate. But he never seemed to notice your presence anyway, so after a while you barely made an effort to disguise your lingering looks.

Finally the singing and chatting upstairs had died away and as everything fell silent you busied yourself with the last remnants of the banquet before retiring to your well earned sleep. As you cleared the tables you made sure to wipe carefully around the motionless bodies of the guards who have had seemingly as much to drink as all the guests of the banquet together when suddenly you heard determined footsteps approaching. You sighed and without looking up from your work you said: „Don’t tell me you are coming for more things to take upstairs. Hasn’t the king had enough?“

„No, apparently he hasn’t.“ You would recognize this voice among a hundred others. Your face flushed bright red in absolute mortification as you turned around and found Thranduil himself staring at you. His piercing gaze sent shivers down your spine and caused you to break into an embarrassed stutter.
„My Lord, I am so sorry! I … I didn’t know it was you. Please … please forgive me!“ You clung to the table behind you awaiting the scorning that you were sure was to ensue.

He took in the delicate situation which presented itself before his eyes and an amused smile passed his face: „I am aware of that.“ As he descended the last steps and strode towards you, his exquisite robe trailed behind him like a rippling sea of burgundy. He put his goblet on the table right beside you and grazed your cheek with the back of his hand, his voice soft like velvet: „Say, do you think of me as insatiable?“
„No, my lord! I would never dare to!“ you objected quickly.
„But what do you think of me then? Tell me, for I am curious.“ His fingers dragging down your neck with his thumb resting at your throat made you all of a sudden overly conscious of your hammering heartbeat.
„I … well.“ You were briefly at a loss for words. „I … I only think of you as my lord and I strive to please you in any way I can.“ The colour drained from your face as you realized what you just offered him. A flicker of lust dancing across his face was answer enough.
„I appreciate your willingness to serve me as your king.“ He leaned closer and whispered in your ear: „The look in your eyes says more than all the words you may hide from me. I can see your desire in them.“ His hands trailed along the seam of your dress slowly gliding down your back as he pressed you against the edge of the table with his body. „I saw you all evening staring at me, thinking that I wouldn’t notice. Your hands trembling every time I asked you to refill my goblet. Your face blushing when I would call your name.“
„But my lord Thranduil, I didn’t … I was only trying to …“. Your body was flaring hot under his touch, the brittle remnants of your composure like a thin veil on the verge of being ripped apart by his hands.
„Don’t deny it if you do not wish to anger me.“ His breath was hot against your neck, strands of his silver blonde hair tingling on your chest.
“I would never…,” you breathed against his shoulder, your fingernails digging into the wooden surface beneath them.
“You would never what?” He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back forcing you to meet his gaze. “Speak!” His lips were unbearably close to yours, the smell of wine lingering heavy on them.
„I … I do not wish to anger you.“ Your mouth was dry and heat was building up inside you, rippling flames that were threatening to consume you from within.
„But what do you want? Tell me! Your king commands it!“ His tone now harsh and demanding, he was seething desire beneath the scattered fragments of his usual composed self.
You were barely able to breathe and your tenuous resistance was melting away like wax beneath the heat of his feverish gaze.
„I am waiting.“ A crease appeared on his forehead as he tightened the grip on your hair, his other hand finding the dip of your waist and pressing you harder into him with a possessive force that should have scared you.
Only it didn’t.
It was what attracted you to him in the first place: he was commanding and intimidating. Unpredictably dangerous and at times with a barely veiled malice he stirred up a delicious mixture of fear and lust inside you. 

„You…,“ you finally gave in, „… you are what I want.“ There; you said it. Now there was no way back.
The corners of his mouth curled into a sly smile: „Indeed this is just what I thought. Naughty. Little. Girl.“ He emphasized each of his last words with a tight squeeze of his hand around your waist.
„But I must warn you. If you give yourself to me, I will have all of you. Is that clear?“
You nodded silently, unable to utter any more words.

He cast away the last of his self-restraint and kissed you hard, his lips crashing against yours, demanding and hungry. The force of his onslaught almost took your breath away, his tongue eagerly parting your lips and exploring the welcoming warmth of your mouth. You moaned into his mouth, wanting more and giving more and then you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, trying to eliminate every inch of space that was still separating you from him. His slender hands wandered all over you, touching and exploring, taking in every curve and every hollow of your body.
„Oh my lord…,“ you moaned as you felt his desire pressing urgently through his clothes against your own core. He carelessly dropped his velvet robe to the floor, unbuttoning his brocade tunic with impatient fingers when he glanced at the passed out guards on the other side of the table. He interrupted his motions causing you to throw him a confused look.
„We would not want to wake them now, would we?“ He looked at you with a mischievous smile, lifted you up with your legs dangling around his waist and carried you to the opposite wall where there was a low-lying shelf in front of a long row of barrels. He sat you on the empty shelf and reached under your dress only to realize that you were not wearing anything beneath it.
„You are an audacious one, aren’t you?“ He groaned as he slid his fingers past your dripping wetness, his own arousal even more intensified as he felt how much you desired him. He brought his finger to his mouth, sucking on it slowly. „You taste delicious, much better than any of the food I have had tonight.“ Your face flushed bright red in embarrassment, but you wanted him so much, that you didn’t care anymore about feeling ashamed of your own desires.
„My lord…,“ you moaned, „… then let me be your dessert.“ Your own boldness surprised you, but  the spark in Thranduil’s eyes told you that it only spurred his own desire.
„I will take then what you offer to me so generously.“

With his own trousers barely past his knees he bunched your dress around your thighs and pressed you against the wooden barrels behind you. He threw your legs around his waist and then you felt him hot and rigid at your entrance. His eyes were dark with lust and he grabbed your chin possessively, breathing on your face: „This is it, the moment of no return. You are mine now!“ And then he entered you, slamming his full length inside you, making you gasp out at the sheer force of his fulfillment. He groaned as he touched you all the way inside, for a moment stopping all motions to relish in the pure delight of being united with your body. And then his lips found yours and he claimed your mouth like a king claiming his possession, not tentative or gentle, but forceful and demanding. He left you out of breath, gasping for air as his mouth wandered lower down your neck, leaving crushing kisses on your chest, his fingers skillfully pulling apart the delicate drawstring of your tunic and exposing one of your breasts to his eager mouth. Every flick of his tongue, every passionate bite of his mouth sent you higher into dizzying pleasure, moaning for more. „Oh, my lord…,“ you gasped, „yes … yes … I’m yours!“

And then he started moving again inside you, slow and controlled strokes at first, your insides welcoming him thick and plentiful, his own lust fueled by your burning desire. He grabbed your hands by your wrists with one hand and roughly pinned them over your head while he slid the other one under your bottom to take you even harder. Over and over, again and again he sunk his hardness inside you.
„Yes, you are mine!“ he rasped, his voice hoarse, „this luscious little body of yours, it’s all mine.“ His thrusts became deeper, stronger, harder still. Pain and pleasure mingled inside you as you were pinched in between the king’s hardness and the rough wooden barrels behind you. You felt so deliciously helpless that you clung on to him as for dear life, your legs tight around his waist. He drew in a deep breath and his eyes were heavy with desire: „You are a wild one. It seems you need to be taken hard.“
„Yes, please my lord…,“ you muttered against the hollow of his neck as you felt ecstatic pleasure spread from your core and take hold of your entire body, blinding and bright. Hard and violent were his thrusts, filling all your inside with delicious friction, your walls tightening around his length as you felt your climax approaching. He released your wrists and covered your mouth with his hand muffling your cries of unadulterated pleasure.
„Come for me now, girl. Come for your king!“ You arched your body against his, all the world around you fading away into blackness as you drowned in a starlit sea of endless bliss. Every fibre of your being was nothing but heavenly delight and pure pleasure at the mercy of your king.

Thranduil was breathing heavily as he slammed faster into you, his composure fading altogether as his own peak approached on him rapidly while you were floating in the ocean of your own delight, your walls still tightening around his hardness. He gripped you hard around your waist, pumping into you with deep and relentless strokes, taking you to the very edge of what was bearable. His whole body tightened as he groaned into your hair and with one final thrust he finally found his release, pulsating inside you and filling you with his seed, a wave of heat washing over you as you felt its force touch your most intimate spot.
„Oh yes, my king….,“ you gasped out of breath still from his violent onslaught as he collapsed onto you and you allowed your hands to glide tenderly through his silken hair. His head was resting on your shoulder, his breath ragged and his heartbeat racing against your own. A deep satisfaction took hold of you, warmth and affection filling your heart.

He was still inside you when you both slowly regained your senses and he finally looked at you, his expression now softer and a glow of fondness inside his eyes that made your heart flutter.
He smiled openly at you when he said: „This was by far the best dessert I have ever had.“ You blushed, feeling flattered by his words and smiled back at him. After planting a tender kiss on your mouth he added: „And I intend to request a second serving. Soon.“
„Yes my lord, of course,“ you replied quickly.

As he retreated from you he made sure to restore your tunic to its original tidy state, finishing up the drawstring with a neat bow. You couldn’t help but admire the diligence he devoted to such a small detail, so very much unlike his usual commanding manner. He then took equally great care in rearranging his own clothes until he was altogether back to his former regal appearance.
„Let me help you.“ With one swift motion he lifted you down from the shelf and before releasing you from his hold he looked down on you, a mischievous glint in his eyes:
„I am expecting you tomorrow evening in my chambers at nine. And don’t be late, we have a long night ahead of us.“
„As you wish my lord Thranduil.“ You threw him a coquettish glance. „I promise your dessert will be sweet and served just on time.“

So indeed, the king was insatiable after all.

floranocturna, January 2017

Ideas - Niall/Pyrocynical x Reader

A/N: I wrote this a little while ago, I’m pretty sure it was the first Pyro related thing I ever wrote that wasn’t a joke :3 Also I had no idea what to call it so sorry about the title. I hope you enjoy it! ~ Admin Sunny

After a short visit to a friend, you came home to find Niall sitting at the computer watching some kind of terrible rap between two man-children. He look very immersed in the video, elbows on the computer desk and cheeks in his palms. You tiptoed quickly and sat down next to him. He either didn’t notice you, or was ignoring you. You decided to find out by poking him in his shoulder, causing him to fall off the chair in surprise.

“Oh god, (Y/N). I think you just scarred the last remaining bit of my soul out my body.” He remarked.

You giggled and helped him up, feeling his warm, soft hand touch your cold, stiff one. Niall frowned.

“You’re really cold (Y/N). Sit down and watch some cancer with me.” He smiled.

You sat side-on in his lap, pressing your freezing body against his rather heated one. You cuddled into his side and turned your head around to continue watching whatever he was.

“Now you see this video is great, it has gigantic man-children in it having a rap battle about horror movies or something, I don’t know. Not to mention the fact the one of them has a minecraft sword in his hand, but that’s about it. I can’t really say a lot about the video because honestly their rapping is just really mediocre.” Niall explained.
“You forgot to mention the fact that there’s a my little pony doll collection in the background of the bedroom they’re filming in. And that guy’s man-bun is so tight you can see the shape of the skull through his skin.” You added.
Niall laughed. “You’re really good (Y/N), I’ve got to write that down.”

You smiled and continued to watch and absorb his heat. The two of you watched a few other videos, and you continued with adding from what Niall had said. Once he’d picked out his video and you’d helped him figure out most of what he was going to say, you left him be to record while you went and go a snack.

“Hey (Y/N)?” Niall called out.
“Hm?” You replied.
“Er, could you come here for a minuet?” He asked.
“Of course I can.” You said.

Once you were in the room with him he looked and you and his eyes instantly lit up, yours automatically doing the same in return.

“What’s up?” You asked.
“Did you uh, did you want to be in this video? I can’t just take all the credit for those things you said, I want everyone to know they came from you.” Niall answered shyly, rubbing the back of his neck slightly.

You didn’t want to say no to him, but you were worried about his fans. You didn’t feel ready to let them know who you were, even though there was a bit of speculation after one of Roman’s fuck ups in one of the CS:GO montages, that he stupidly included in. You were extremely shy about it all.

“I don’t know.” You said quietly.
“Look, I know you’re worried about what they’ll think but you shouldn’t. You’re fucking funny (Y/N), and if they take time to listen to you, they’ll love you. Any ‘fan’ that doesn’t respect you is no fan of mine,” Niall pulled you in for a hug. “I understand if you don’t want to be in it, but I’d enjoy recording it a lot more if you were.”

You felt really touched by his words, and therefor agreed. He seamed really, really happy about it and hugged you again.

“Thank you so much (Y/N), this will be brilliant.”
You grinned and sat next to him, re going over what you had suggested so you could now say it for yourself.

Once Niall had finished editing the video, you finally got to see what he’s done with it. He refused to let you see it until it was fully uploaded, so you tried your best to wait patiently for what seamed like for ever. You scooted over next to him, only to have him pick you up out of the chair and sit your looking straightforward on his lap.

'Cringey Man-Child Rap Battle (feat. My Girlfriend)’

He let you do the honours of pressing the play button. You happily watched while his arms were wrapped around your waist and his head rested on your shoulder. He kissed your cheek and buried his head into the back of your shoulder as the video started, a bit worried about what you’d think of it.

“Today I’d like to introduce all to the writer of about 95% of my dialog in my videos, that would be my girlfriend, (Y/N).”

You grinned after watching through the whole video and turned around to give Niall a deep kiss. He smiled, a little surprised by the gesture.

“Thanks for upping my confidence a bit,” You smiled. “Never thought I’d do that in a million years.”
Niall delicately placed his hand on your cheek and kissed you once more. “It’s alright.”

You had a pretty good night after that, listening to Niall already pitch in future video ideas staring you. You rolled your eyes.

“Calm down, I just made my debut..” You laughed.
“I can’t help it, Jesus. Filming and editing hasn’t been that fun in ages.” Niall looked down, and then looked back up at you. “I love doing things with you, just anything. Because I love you.”
“I love you too.” You placed a kiss on his forehead and laid his head down in your lap for a calm night of movie watching.

A Little Show*

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You’ve been really busy with your work for the past couple of weeks which meant you hadn’t paid much attention to your boyfriend. 

Joe walked from room to room around your shared flat making sure not to bother you except when he was able to steal a quick kiss before he disappeared into his office to do his own work, but other than that, he left you alone. 

You loved how understanding Joe was, but you couldn’t help feeling a little guilty about how little of time you had spent with Joe in the past few weeks. To be completely honest, you didn’t even know what he’s been doing. The two of you would only talk at night after you pulled together enough strength to walk your tired body up the stairs and into bed, but even then, Joe only asked how you were doing. 

He spent a lot of time in his office so you thought that he was filming, editing and uploading loads of videos. 

You were sat at the kitchen table, your laptop propped up and paper scattered everywhere. You decided to take a break from work and see what you boyfriend had been up to this week. You pulled up his vlogging channel and frowned when the last video uploaded was from last week, same with his gaming channel. 

Closing your laptop, you stood up and made your way over to the office. You pushed open the door, not bothering to knock as you though he would be engulfed in a game.

“Hey love” Joe said spinning around after seeing you in the reflection of his monitors. 

“Hey, what are you doing?” You asked noticing that his monitors all were off but his laptop was up, the YouTube home page on display.

“Just catching up at some videos. Hows your work coming along?” He said opening his arms, signally for you to walk over to him. 

“Stressful. I decided to take a break and watch one of your videos but you haven’t uploaded yet this week.” You frowned up at him after you sat down on his lap. 

“Yeah I know, I’ve been getting loads of tweets about it. I just don’t know what to do. I can’t film gaming videos because Oli isn’t around and I’m still waiting for new episodes of The Walking Dead to come out and I can’t vlog because your busy and I don’t want to bother you.” Joe leaned his head down on your shoulder. “I just really bored and don’t know what to do.”

“Well you know,” you said lifting his head off your shoulder, “I do need a break so we could do something for a while.”

“Something like what?” 

“I have an idea” You said moving yourself over to his laptop and pulling up his Bedtime playlist on Spotify. You hit play, the eerie noises from the beginning of High For This by The Weeknd playing through the speakers. You turned around and kissed Joe quickly before getting up off his lap and turning him around in the chair so he was now facing you. 

“What are you doing?” Joe questioned as he watched you swayed to the music, your finger tips lifting up the hem of your shirt slightly. 

You ignored his question while lifting your shirt higher and higher before pulling it off of your head and tossing it to the floor beside you. 

“Have you never had a lap dance before Sugg?” You said walking over to him and placing another kiss on his lips. 

You pulled away, watching Joe chase your lips as you turned around moving your body to the music. You felt Joe’s cold finger tips wrap themselves around your waist as your continued to dance for him. You pulled your hair out of the pony tail you had thrown it up into earlier and you let your locks cascade down to your shoulders. You sat yourself down on Joe, wiggling your bum over his crotch already feeling something that wasn’t there a few minutes ago. 

You ground yourself on him for a little while long before getting off of him and walking back to the middle of the room. You turned back around, your hands moving down your body slowly until the reached the button of your jeans. You unbuttoned and unzipped them to the beat of the song before turning back around and sticking your bum out as you removed your jeans just as slow. 

You heard Joe let out a small moan as you came back up, flipping your hair back behind you. You slowly walked back over to Joe, your hands hovering over his crotch slightly before moving to pull his shirt up and over his head. His hands were back on your waist before traveling down to squeeze your bum. You straddled Joe’s lap, your clothed core hover just above the tent in his jeans. You started rocking your hips back and forth to the beat of the next song that had come on but it was quickly forgotten when Joe reached his hand behind your back to unclasped your bra. You let your head fall back while you still continued to grind your core against him as his hands and mouth found your breast.

You let out a small moan as you felt yourself become wetter as Joe’s mouth moved up to your collar bones and up to your neck. 

“Baby, you’re gonna make me cum” Joe moaned against your skin.

Shivers were sent over your body as the slight growl in his voice filled your ears. Normally would you stop teasing him at this point but today you didn’t feel like stopping. You wanted this break that you decided to take from your work to last a while longer plus the thought of him punishing you for making him cum in his pants turned you on. 

You continued to grind down on his crotch while Joe sucked on your neck, being sure to leave a make that will be hell to try and cover up tomorrow. You let out a moan as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your high. 

“Fuck Y/N” Joe growled lowly as he pulled away from your neck, leaning his head against the back of his chair, his eyes screwing shut. 

He was on the brink, you could tell, so you picked up the pace of the movements of your hips while apply more pressure which only made you moan out. Joe’s hand moved around your hips again and held you down, apply even more pressure as moans were leaving his mouth. 

“You close babe?” You smiled before letting out a moan yourself. 

All Joe could do was nod his head before the grip on your hips tightened and you felt his twitch from underneath you. 

“Y/N” Joe moaned out as his orgasm shook through his body which only caused yours to the same, a loud moan leaving your own lips.

You stopped the motion of your hips and let your head fall to the crook of Joe neck as you two came down from your highs. 

“Do you have to go back to your work?” Joe asked rubbing your back. 

“I guess I could take a little longer of a break” you said moving to look at him. 

“Good because you just made me cum in my pants” Joe said as you got off of his lap watching as he stood up and removed his jeans. 

“Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about that?” You teased before turning to run out of the room when Joe lunged for you .

anonymous asked:

another jason/billy fic please! im love them so much 😭😭😭

You got it! This ones kinda short and is just a drabble but I hope you enjoy it! 

All mistake are my own.


Billy’s head hurts almost all the time. It has ever since he was little. Ever since he started thinking and couldn’t stop. He’s always thinking, there’s always something going on in his head. Sometimes it’s math problems, other times it’s details blueprints for the next section of mountain he’s going to study. Most recently it’s next fighting techniques that he thinks could best be performed from inside his power rangers suit. The suits are awesome, but not suited for just any type of fighting.

He’s taken to pulling up videos on YouTube. Boxers training for matches. UFC fighters going at it in the ring. Sometimes he even watches the high school fights that kids upload. Those are really strange, the shaky camera always miss the good parts.

Anyways, Billy’s head hurts because he’s always thinking. And he always thinking because he’s restless. He has to be doing something all the time unless he’s asleep. But Billy thinks that even then, he’s doing something.

The others don’t know about the headaches. Billy doesn’t see a point in telling them. When it gets too bad he just takes a few deep breaths like his mom taught him. Sometimes if he rubs his forehead enough that helps too. Deep breaths and forehead massages, they tend to do the trick. He does a lot of both after training in the cave.

One day, Jason asks him about it. He asks Billy if he’s okay. It catches the other boy off guard. He doesn’t realize he’s been vigorously rubbing at his forehead for nearly twenty minutes.

“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” He asks, his brow furrowed deeply.

Jason shrugged and tilted his head. “You looked like you were thinking really hard about something.”

Billy’s face clears and smiles. “I’m always thinking bout things, Jason.”

The other boy chuckled and nods. “Yeah I know.”

They end up at Jason’s house. Billy’s mom had to take his sisters to some school thing and didn’t want Billy at home by himself. Any other time, Billy would have argued that he’s almost seventeen and is more than capable of staying home alone. But then Jason invited him over and Billy found that he didn’t want to stay home, time spent with Jason was Billy’s favorite thing.

Jason’s house is a lot different than Billy’s. For starters his mom lets them eat dinner in Jason’s room. Their plates in their laps as they shoot zombies on the tv screen.

Billy gets so into it that his food gets cold before he can even really focus to eat.

“I can warm it up for you,” Jason says, already taking Billy’s plate and getting to his feet. “And I think my mom made cake so we can grab some of that too.”

“Cake?” Billy scrambles to his feet and trails after Jason. “What kind of cake? I haven’t cake in a while, my mom can never find time to make it. I told her I could make one myself even though the last cake I made exploded in the oven. Did you know that they can do that Jason? Cause I sure didn’t.”

Billy rambles the whole to the kitchen. Fingers twisting in the hem of his shirt and feet shuffling quickly. He knows Jason is listening from the smile on his face. Jason always smiles when Billy talks.

“Maybe next time you and I can make a cake?” He suggests, placing the food in the microwave and pressing in two minutes.

Billy pauses, catching himself in mid sentence. He blinks a few times, extra blinks when he becomes vaguely aware of his head hurting.

“That would be awesome.” Billy nods, rubbing at one eye. “I’ve never tried cooking with anyone else.” He watches as Jason gets a knife from one of the kitchen drawers and spins the cake pan to a better angle so he can cut it.

“I’m gonna warn you now.” He laughed, pulling the knife through the cake in a scary straight line. “I’m a terrible cook, can barely make noodles.”

“Noodles are easy!” Billy laughs, fingers pressing in the middle of his brow. He’s already thinking of a plan to get Jason over to his house to make noodles. “Just water and seasoning.”

Jason sticks his tongue out at him. “Don’t laugh, we can’t all be great at everything like you.”

The microwave behind Billy beeps loudly, making him jump a bit. He spins to open it, quickly pulling the hot plate out and smelling it.

“I blow up cakes Jason.” Billy said grabbing his fork, his utensil clatters on the plate as he drops it in favor of pushing at his brow again. “Hardly great.”

When he turns back to face Jason, the other boy is standing not even a foot away. He’s got two pieces of chocolate cake in his hands but he’s watching Billy closely. Intently.

“Does….does your head hurt?”

Billy looks at him for a moment, the question making all thoughts in his mind squeal to a stop. His mom stopped asking him about his head hurting years ago. Cause his head hurts almost every day. So to be asked about it now, by his friend. His best friend; for a moment Billy doesn’t know what to say.

“Of course it hurts.” He finally says after a minutes of silence. “It always hurts.”

That obviously isn’t the right thing to say because Jason looks like Billy’s just told him the world is ending. He slides the cake onto the counter next to Billy and steps closer. There’s only inches between them.

“What do you mean your head always hurts?” Jason asks, eyes trailing from the top of his head to the sides to his eyes and then back again.

“My mom says it’s cause I think too much.” Billy shrugs. “I’m always thinking bout things Jason. Like right now I’m trying to decide if I should ask you over to my house this weekend or next. Cause didn’t Kimberly say she wanted to have a pizza night this weekend? Or did I dream that? I dream about you guys a lot. Sometimes we’re fighting and other times we’re just hanging out. But that doesn’t matter, what matters is when am I gonna get you over to my house to learn to make noodles?”

Billy takes a breath, the question hanging in the air. He looks up at Jason, finding the other boy still looking at him in concern.

“Jason?” Billy frowns. “Do you not want to come make noodles?”

Jason opens his mouth to answer but ends up huffing out a small laugh and smiling. He moves away from Billy, to the other side of the kitchen. When he opens the cupboard above his head, Billy gets a glance at what look like pill bottles. Jason plucks one from inside easily and shuts the door again.

He uncaps the bottle and shakes out two small pale red pills.

“Take these once you’re done eating.” Jason holds them out to Billy. “They’re just Advil but they should help with your head.”

Billy’s had Advil before, they only work for a little while. But he takes them from Jason anyways and sets them carefully on the edge of his plate. Jason smiles at him as they head back into his room and settle on the floor again.

“So,” Billy starts, this time picking up his fork instead of the game controller.

Jason unpauses the game and shoots a zombie in the head right off the back. He glanced at Billy out of the corner of his eye and smirks. “What time are we making noodles next Saturday?”


-Danyi

anonymous asked:

K so you're taking short writing requests, right? I have one: The squad finds out Lance can really sing/dance by watching a personal video they accidently found in his room. They blackmail him by threatening to show Allura the video which he's embarrassed by and is forced to sing/dance a song for them. You can decide whether to put Shiro in it or not I really don't mind either way

“Guys, how did you even find this?” Lance asks, throwing his arms up in the air and then pointing at the video of him playing on Pidge’s laptop. “I didn’t even know where that went until today.”

“I went snooping around in your room ‘cause I wanted to hang out.” Pidge replies, still focused on the younger Lance on the screen. “You didn’t tell me you were a youtube sensation.” She giggles. 

“I helped record some of his videos, after we became roommates.” Hunk supplies, “But this is an older one, maybe two years ago?”

The younger Lance in the video was playing a guitar through the crappy camera, his voice coming through Pidge’s laptop all grainy and ugly. Lance had better videos, but those were back home and on another USB. Peering over Pidge’s shoulder, where Keith and Shiro were also situated. The song he was singing was some type of Spanglish version and he could so clearly hear the running of cars and noises behind his bedroom door. 

Lance could not believe that Pidge found this USB. “I want this back you little shit.” He mock growls, reaching to steal the USB right out of her laptop. She pulls it away before he could grab it though. 

“Nope!” She grins. “Payback for not being there when you promised me that we were going to hang out.”

“I was busy cleaning Blue!” He whines, but he knows Pidge isn’t really angry. She just wants him to suffer for a little while longer. “Don’t be such a rude child, Pidge.”

“You’re pretty good at singing, Lance.” Shiro muses. The embarrassed flush on the back of his neck turns darker and rises to his ears. “You should sing for us.”

Keith, knowingly, nudges Lance with a small smirk. “I-I don’t really sing in front of people anymore.” Lance stammers. “It’s too embarrassing now, and I don’t have my guitar.” 

“Give us two hours and Hunk and I can make you one.” Pidge says, giving a thumbs up to the bigger engineer. “Better than your old one, anyways.”

“Lucy and I had a great relationship and you can’t replace it with some shoddy space guitar!” Lance exclaims, putting a hand to his chest in offense. “You can try, but it won’t be better, not by a longshot.” He misses the fond look that Shiro sends his way while Lance talks about his guitar, but Keith doesn’t and his smirk widens. 

“Sing for us, or I’m showing this video to Allura.” Pidge says, closing the video and opening up a cringier version. A young, fifteen year old Lance singing along to some old Beatles tune. Admittedly, his voice wasn’t too bad, but the fact that he recorded himself and uploaded them was a little too shameful for him to remember. Especially with that hair and acne, yikes. “You guys are on good terms now, but she’ll definitely take it and use this against you, you know.”

Lance grumbles, knowing the way the Princess would tease him over and over again. “Fine, whatever, if you can build a better guitar than Lucy, then maybe I’ll sing a song or two for you.” He looks at the group, who smile at him gratefully and the looks on their faces overwhelm his embarrassment. 

“Could I request a song, then?” Keith asks, and, to be completely honest, Lance had never believed that Keith actually listened to music that wasn’t the X-Files theme. Lance casts a wary look on his face but nods anyways. 

“I wanna request a song too!” Pidge exclaims, and soon the four remaining paladins of Voltron are clamouring over each other with song requests and asking permission to. Lance grumbles, knowing how happy they are and letting them enjoy their time. 

“One song request, each.” Lance says, but he knows that he’s also just as excited and giddy as them, finally able to hold a guitar in his hand and to sing in front of the others. At the knowledge, the rest of his team pauses to think about their requests. “You guys can decide on your top three, because I don’t know if I’ll know a lot of your songs, but by the end of the two hours you can tell me and I’ll play them.” 

He doesn’t miss the way everyone looks when he says that, because the atmosphere is lighter and the entire group looks so happy and relaxed that Lance wishes that he could always sing them songs to calm them down. 

He doesn’t miss the way the group separates, with Shiro putting a warm hand on his shoulder and thanks him for the effort. He misses the way Shiro’s grateful smile turns down and the older man leans forward, because Pidge is pulling Lance along to talk about his music taste so he can provide the best possible concert that the Alteans have ever seen.

Unsurprisingly, they actually do build a slightly better guitar than Lucy, and somehow everyone in gathered in the common room with Lance sitting in a high chair with the space guitar in his arms. The weight of it is slightly heavier, and the neck of the guitar is made of malleable but thick metal with another metal body with a thinner substand that resonated better, somehow, than wood. 

He plays around with chords, starting off with simple ones before muscle memory kicks in and he starts to play more complicated chords. Fingers moving across the fret board and loving the feeling of home in his hands. 

He looks up nervously at the group, who’s already focused on him with intent. “Shiro?” He turns to the leader. “What’s your request?” He asks shyly. Allura asks Hunk what he’s talking about, and the man explains quietly as Shiro smiles at him. 

“Any Elvis song.” Shiro says, and Lance nervously plucks the strings and thinks for a moment before grinning widely. 

He plays the opening notes for a moment, letting the tune ring out before clearing his throat to sing. His ears flushed red while he got ready to sing. 

Wise men say, 

Only fools fall in

But I can’t help falling in love with you

Keith rolls his eyes, Allura coos, Hunk and Pidge both snicker at the expected song. Lance doesn’t stare at either of them, because Shiro’s grin is blinding and Lance focuses on him to get rid of his nerves. 

His voice is rough but smooth, notes sailing along the room while they close their eyes at the calming song. Lance prides himself on being better at singing after his growth spurt. 

Like a river flows,

Surely to the sea,

Darling so it goes

Some things are meant to be

The Coat- Leonard Snart

Hey! So this is the first one-shot I ever upload and I’m quite insecure about it. I hope you like it. Love, Chrissy


 Title: The Coat 

Character: Leonard Snart 

Fandom: Legends Of Tomorrow 

Word count: 1038 

Notes/Warnings: mention of fight and injuries, cursing? (not more than there is in the actual show though) 

 Summary: You just got back from an attempt to get Savage and Leonard surprises you with a gift. 


  You open the door the your room, take your heels off and lie forcefully on the bed with a thud, grabbing your cell and earphones from the counter next to the bed. You have just got back on the Waverider after another failed attempt to capture and kill Vandal Savage and save the future of the human race. You’re exhausted and have a couple of deep scratches from the fight. 

  Tiredly, you get up, grab the first-aid kit you took from the infirmary and head to the bathroom to clean your wounds. Your mind wanders to your sister Caitlin and your life back in 2016. It had been two years since the particle accelerator accident which gave yur school friend Barry, professor Stein and a lot of others their metahuman powers. You had been out of town that day, having gone to Starling City to search for a new apartment there, since you were to start working as a programmer in Palmer Tech, though your sister filled you in on what had happened. You had insisted on declining Felicity Smoak’s offer and staying to help Caitlin and Cisco through Ronnie’s loss, but they literally swore to never speak to you again if you did, so you finally decided to go. Well, needless to say those were two of the best years of your life. Your thoughts were interrupted by someone ganking one of your earbuds out of your ear. Alert, you grab their arm and turn around, ready to throw punches. You’re met with a pair of blue eyes.

 «Easy there, ninja!» Snart says. You immediately let go of his arm and get the other earpiece out. 

«You scared the living hell out of me, Frosty!» you exclaim and a smirk appears on your lips. «It is impolite to enter someone’s room without their permission mister Snart, even for a wanted thief» This made his lips form into a mischievous smirk. 

«Well, I knocked, you didn’t answer.» he answered, as if trying to defend himself. You had grown rather familiar with the infamous criminal since you began the mission a little while ago. He actually turned out not to be as bad as you had thought he was, having had a little influence from what your sister had told you about his doings back in Central City. While you were talking, you accidentally pressed on a wound more than you should have and immediately winced in pain. Leonard noticed. 

«Need a little help with that?» he offered. 

«Is the great Captain Cold really getting out of his cold ways to help someone? » you ask with a humourous tone, your lips formed into a smile as you hand him the first-aid kit. Snart’s smirk makes its way back on his face.He instructs you to stand still and then answers your question, a sentence you had never thought you’d hear come out from that pretty mouth of his. 

«I prefer not to show it too much, but I think I have actually come to care for you all». He observes that your smirk has grown into a wide smile. «Now if you wven think about telling anyone I said this I’m gonna freeze you to death!» he tried to threaten you, but the playful smile on his face told you he was joking. After he was done cleaning and patching your injuries up, you both left the bathroom and sat on your bed not looking at each other. Thankfully, before the silence became awkward, you notice a big red shopping bag sitting on your office which you’re pretty sure wasn’t there when you came to your room earlier. 

«Did you put that bag there?» He turned to face you with a puzzled look, clearly too deep in thought to have heard what you asked, but when he follows your gaze to the bag his eyes lit up. 

«Oh, yes. It’s something for you.» You looked at him with astonishment. What had happened to Leonard Snart and who was this guy? As you reached the study and started to open the bag, he continued, «I’m getting quite tired of you stealing my parka all the time and running around with it so I got you your own». You pulled out a coat very similar to Snart’s, only this one was your favourite colour, a dark red. Your mouth twitched up again. 

«Well, that was unexpected. Seems like time does work miracles!» 

 «You know, for a nerd, you have a nice sense of humour.» 

«Both a gift and a compliment. Wow, you really have made progress!» you exclaimed giggling. 

Three seconds later he had stood up, crossed the distance between you, grabbed you by your waist and put his lips on yours. They were soft, in contrast to the roughness of his movements of his face on yours. He bit your lower lip, causing you to open your mouth more in a soft moan granting him entrance. Your tongues move in sync for what seems like a long time. By the time he pulled back, you were both breathless. Some seconds passed without neither of you saying something. You just stood there, trying to catch your breaths. 

When you finally managed to breathe properly, you looked at him waiting for him to talk about what had just happened. He just smirked and, walking out of the room, he said «If I had told you to shut up you wouldn’t have, so I did something that would actually shut you up, as well as being enjoyable for both of us! Goodnight» You were left there speechless thinking about the past few minutes. Falling for Leonard Snart. Well, this was definitely not gonna end well. 

«Wait!» you shouted at the corridor hoping he would hear. 

«Hm?» Leonard turned around to look at you. 

«You didn’t steal this, did you?» you asked, pointing at his gift. He just smirked, turned around and continued walking until he was out of your sight.

Originally posted by fedecrisshalliwell

Hidden Anxiety

Concept: Virgil has existed for a long time but never showed himself to the others or Thomas until Taking on Anxiety video.

Warnings: Self-loathing, anxiety, isolation, self-deprication 

A/N: I’m sorry if some of this sounds familiar, I used some of my writing from Loved to Villain, I’m sorry, creativity is not my department.

Virgil had always existed well to an extent, he appeared first when Thomas was around six but at that time he was fear rather than anxiety, it was nothing too dark and sinister but rather monsters in the closet or he would influence Thomas to run up the stairs after having turned off the basement light for fear of something being down there.

He was the only one of the sides to have completely changed as Thomas matured. He could sense the shift as Thomas got older, originally, he kept Thomas from doing dangerous things like climbing trees, but as Thomas became a teenager the more fear Virgil had to be in control of, it had become a full-time job, the main thing Virgil struggled with and by an extension Thomas was fear of rejection.

Virgil’s fear of rejection had outweighed his fear of loneliness, and therefore to keep himself safe he remained in his room at all times. The good thing about being an aspect of Thomas and not in the real world is that anything he wanted within reason, food, and any other necessities to sustain life could be summoned with just a thought, which meant there was never truly a reason to leave. Thomas had always been an introvert so the other three were not too worried by his refusal to leave his room or his feelings that came up when he was put in social situations. Virgil was the reason for Thomas’ social anxiety but no one would know. Roman and Patton had come to believe that it was Logan’s fault, due to his introverted personality and the general need to study in order to do well in school. It only made sense that Logic would keep Thomas from doing stupid things that could get him hurt as well as cause Thomas to have uneasiness about social interactions since humans could have infinite reactions in certain situations that Logan couldn’t possibly foresee every outcome, it was this variability that the other two had known would have to be Logan’s undoing.

Roman, Patton, and Logan had always been intrigued by the fourth door in their hallway but they had chalked it up to awaiting the appearance of a new aspect of Thomas as he matured, it had never occurred to them that it might be inhabited. Everyone assumed that Patton would be the curious one but in actuality Patton was curious but he was also very patient. While Logan, on the other hand, had an unquenchable thirst for knowledge and knowing the answer to everything, which fueled his curiosity, although he would say that anything he did was purely for science and learning rather than to fuel his ego. One-day Logan’s curiosity had gotten the best of him and he approached the door, he looked down the hallway to make sure that no one was watching, since he knew what he was doing was wrong; he wouldn’t want anyone looking around his room when he was absent. He put his hand on the doorknob and oddly enough it was unlocked, how strange he thought. He pushed the door open and walked in only to enough to take in the room as a whole, it was immediately cold and dark compared to the hallway. The way this room made Logan feel was bordering on fear, he noticed that the room contained some of the more sinister things like spiders and some of the darker Disney films. He wondered since this room seemed to make Logan afraid and possibly encompassed some of Thomas’ fear if perhaps Roman had created this room to deal with Thomas’ nightmare in a healthy way, he’d have to commend Roman, but that would just make him more incorrigible, so he thought better of it, also if paid Roman a compliment on the room then people would know he went in and he’d never hear the end of it. Logan recognized that there wasn’t a lot to be learned in this room so he decided to return to his own. Virgil had gotten lucky he heard the doorknob rattle before it had turned and managed to get under the bed quickly before being found. From then on he made sure to always lock his, he was not prepared to deal with others, he was certain they would hate him.

Thomas had started to create YouTube videos, much to Virgil’s dismay. He had tried to push Thomas into believing that no one would want to hear him for over 6 seconds or that none of his followers from Vine would want to switch to a different platform, but Roman and Patton had insisted that this would make him more interactive and he could showcase his creativity more without such a short time limit. Virgil had to watch this train wreck so he waited until Thomas uploaded it to YouTube, he hadn’t quite realized that all four of them were imperative to Thomas functioning correctly. If the other three were aspects of Thomas’ personality then was Anxiety also part of his personality, or was he different? Was it possible that what Virgil had read on the computer about Anxiety being a disease or a disorder was true, but then why would he also be part of the mind and Thomas, maybe he was just as necessary; Virgil knew he was definitely the bad part of Thomas, the part no one wants to acknowledge, the part he wanted to hide, the part he didn’t want to accept.

Thomas had uploaded two videos to his channel by now and Virgil could no longer hold his tongue. He had to end this madness, if that meant appearing in front of Thomas then so be it, these videos were so cringe-worthy, the jokes, exposing all the intimate details of who Thomas was as a person, it was utterly embarrassing. Thomas had started making his third video, when Virgil decided before the others appeared, it would be easier to only have to interact with one person rather than four. He sunk down and appeared on the stairs, waiting for Thomas to notice him. Virgil was beginning to get impatient with Thomas being oblivious and all this talk about how good he felt, he started tapping his foot. Thomas looked toward the stairs and jumped nearly ten feet in the air, “What the fork are you!” Virgil rolled his eyes, “You already made one fork joke today, let’s not add to this tally. It’s sad really.” Thomas moved to turn off the camera and deal with this interruption, “You didn’t answer my question.” Virgil was lounging on the stairs looking perfectly at ease, he had time to perfect how to hide any emotion thank god, “I’m your anxiety. I keep you from doing stupid things, like these videos, or at least that’s what I’ve been trying to do. Who did you think was in charge of uneasiness and general anxiety you felt?” Thomas looked thoughtful for a minute then answered, “Well I assumed Morality was probably in charge of the emotions behind how situations make me feel and that Logic kept me from doing things he deemed were nonsensical and stupid.” Virgil scoffed, “If either of those morons were in charge you would’ve been dead long ago.” Thomas had quite had enough of this persona, “I’m going to summon the others, to see if they know anything about you.” Virgil wanted to run, he was not prepared to deal with more people, the amount of energy he had was fading, after many years of not physically talking to others it was draining. Thomas summoned the other three but Logic appeared first and nearly tumbled down the stairs and on top of Virgil. Logan was frustrated that there was someone in the exact spot he had been in but decided maybe today he could switch, obviously whatever the problem was had to deal with this thing on the stairs. Logan picked himself up off the anxious trait and moved to the spot near the handrail, glaring at the newcomer for making him move, it was assigned seating! Finally, all of the sides were here, Thomas spoke, “What do you all know about him,” he said pointing at Anxiety. Virgil shifted uncomfortably with everyone staring at him, “Hey,” he managed to say while doing his two-finger salute. Princey, Morality, and Logic looked between each other, all agreeing that they had no clue who this new person was; then Logan spoke, “We were unaware that he existed. We all knew there was a fourth door but we assumed it would be a trait that came as you matured, you are still working on that so we assumed it was still empty.” Thomas nodded, this seemed to make sense, he turned back to the anxious trait, “How long have you been around?” Virgil grimaced, should he lie to make the others feel better, he decided he should tell the truth, “Well I first came about when you were six, then when you became a teenager I guess I sorta grew with you. Before me, Morality over there was in charge of your fears but as you got older and developed more fears and not really having a reason for it, it became too much for him. It is a full-time job keeping you from dying and doing things that would embarrass yourself, Sanders.” The others looked shocked how was it possible that this persona had lived with them for so many years yet no one knew of him. Morality was the next to speak, “Where have you been this entire time, kiddo?” Virgil squirmed at the question and the others prying eyes, “I had been in my room, that fourth door you guys noticed. I can summon anything I need from in there so there was no reason to leave. I’m only here now because I wanted to tell Thomas to stop posting YouTube videos!” Roman finally voiced his opinion, “And what gives you the right to dictate what Thomas does and doesn’t do, Dr. gloom?” Virgil flinched at the tone in the fanciful sides’ voice he was angry, “I don’t have the right. I just don’t understand why everything Thomas thinks has to be on the internet for the world to see! Should he really be speaking about his love life and what he is looking for to complete strangers, let alone thousands of them? I had tried to stop this YouTube video thing before it even started but my influence was outvoted by Princey.” Logan looked at the anxious side he tended to agree, “Thomas it is possible you are oversharing, maybe we could tone it down. Would that work better Anxiety?” Virgil nodded and then spoke, “In theory better would be he takes down the current ones, doesn’t make new ones and just stays in bed all day. I will settle for toning it down, now I have other things I need to take care of, this look doesn’t happen naturally. See ya losers.” With that Anxiety sunk down leaving the others to look at each other and start the video.

Revision’s Never Been This Fun

I wrote this a while ago, during Easter time. I was revising for my exams, and I decided to make a ~ fun revision tool ~ by writing a fanfiction of Arthur and Alfred studying for their exams. I was supposed to make more for my other sciences, but I got lazy.
I thought I’d upload this here in honour of me getting my results in about four hours.

Warning: There are Chemistry facts (those are in bold in case you want them for E X A M  K N O W L E D G E), Chemistry jokes, sex jokes, and Chemistry sex jokes. Yes you read that right.

3,605 words.

Expect crack.


“Alfreeeeeeeeed…” 

“Jeez, that’s the fifth time you’ve moaned my name in three minutes. If I couldn’t see your hands I’d have thought you were jacking off.” 

“… Jacking off isn’t actually a bad idea. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m just going to masturbate. Don’t mind me.” 

“Wait, Artie, what’re you- Artie get your hands out from there and put them up!”

Sighing reluctantly, Arthur lifted his hands up into the air, but promptly dropped them in favour of flopping down onto the table in front of him- a table laden with textbooks, revision folders, highlighters, discarded chocolate wrappers, and cans of various fizzy drinks. He was at Alfred’s (who he was happy to say was his boyfriend) house for the entirety of the Easter holidays, as the two of them knew that they revised better when together. They were in Year Eleven, which meant that their GCSEs (A.K.A. their most important exams to date), were just over a month away. So no, Arthur was not at Alfred’s house to have fun, as you might have thought. Sure, they had played games and such, but most of their time was spent with their heads buried in soul-sucking textbooks that would be their salvation. 

Today, however, Arthur was just not feeling it. By that he meant less than usual. Well, he never felt it, but he never felt it less… It made sense in his head. 

Relax, Alfred. I’d rather have sex with you than wank in front of you… Much more exciting, don’t you think?” Arthur said, smirking salaciously up at Alfred from his slumped position on the table as Alfred rolled his blue eyes that Arthur had come to adore. 

“I’d rather our first time be somewhere more romantic than bent over a table and fucked over empirical formulas and Fleming’s Left Hand Rule,” Alfred replied, grinning in spite of himself, a twinkle of mirth in his eyes. Arthur could see the humour of the situation; he was normally the one telling Alfred to get back to work, not this way round. 

“I don’t know, being bent over the table and roughly pounded into from behind by your large cock would certainly be a pleasant-“ 

“Are you always this freakin’ dirty when you’re hella bored, or what?” Alfred remarked, laughing. “Besides, you haven’t even seen my dick.” 

“That can be easily remedied,” Arthur purred, licking his lips and wiggling his thick eyebrows suggestively, making the both of them burst into peals of unadulterated laughter. 

“Okay,” Alfred finally said, wiping away a tear and readjusting his silver-framed glasses, “as much as I’d love to re-enact your favourite porn book, I think revising for exams is more important. Then we can go have sex anywhere and everywhere.” 

“Even the mattress store?” 

“Even the mattress store.” 

“What about in a play gym?” 

“Sure, after the kids have all gone.” 

“…We can totally do it in Fortnum and Mason’s, right?” 

“You’re trying to distract me again, aren’t you?” 

“…Fuck.”

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