maybe i should go lie down for a while

{{Snart has been trapped inside the speedforce, and hopes Barry can help him escape. Inspired by tonight’s episode of the Flash. It’s kind of just a sad little drabble without spellcheck, I might try something a little more fine-tuned in the morning.}}

“I thought I already dealt with you?”

“You’re fantasizing about me? How sweet,” Snart drawled, offering that familiar smirk of his. Something was off about him, though. His voice was hoarse and his clothes old, his hair was growing in awkward patches and his bright eyes were uncharacteristically dull. 

“Stop playing games. I’m done dealing with you. We’re leaving,” Barry stated, still supporting Wally’s weight. The younger man groaned his approval, but otherwise contributed nothing.

“I know you are,” Snart snapped. “I want you to take me with you. I need you to get me out of here.”

Barry’s eyes widened and he took a step forward, scrutinizing the figure in front of him. “Snart?”

“The one and only,” Snart croaked, smirking again. Barry’s face lit-up with a smile, and he helped adjust Wally so he was able to stand on his own.

“It’s really you. You’re real…” It was more of a question than a statement.

Snart nodded, “I’ve been stuck in here since I took one for the team a few months ago. I can’t get out. I have to get out.” 

“I never thought I’d be so happy to see you,” Barry grinned, crossing over to Snart. “I thought you were dead…” Barry reached out a hand, slowly placing it on Snart’s shoulder, needing to feel that he was real. He didn’t pull away from the touch. “I’ll get you out of here.”

Snart visibly relaxed, his shoulders slumping as he nearly fell froward. It was then Barry saw how terrible he looked- Aside from the untidy appearance he had long, twisted scratches along the exposed skin of his arms, a bruise that had been hidden in shadow was visible this close, and it marred the left side of his face. The torn parts of his clothing were singed, as if burned. “What happened to you?” Barry’s voice was barely a whisper.

Snart’s eyes turned to his feet, “There was an explosion. I was in the middle of it.” He shrugged, then winced. “I woke up in here. I was stuck in a cycle of the same day, I was–” His voice trailed off. “It changed when you showed up. It stopped.”

Suddenly those blue eyes, even the one marred by the bruise, were starring at Barry with a look of intensity he didn’t recognize. He felt his cheeks heat at the intense way Snart starred at him, but he didn’t break his gaze. “You were the figure it took, the speedforce. The one they used to threaten me. The one that got me to spill my guts.”

“Why are you here?”

“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you when we’re home.” Home. Snart smiled at the word, and followed Barry through the corridor, to where a breech was opening at the end. They spilled through, and when Snart hit the ground he did so with a grunt of pain. 

“Barry! Wally!” The team’s voices all mingled together, until one of them finally focused him. “Leonard?” Caitlin approached, and he struggled to sit-up and look at her. “Let’s get you and Wally checked out,” She smiled softly, offering a hand to help him to his feet.

Barry left the apartment with an overnight bag, his vision blurred by the tears he was trying not to shed. He was going to head straight to Cisco’s, avoid talking about it until the morning, just let himself wallow a bit overnight. However he found himself running in the direction of STAR Labs, sliding to a halt in front of his Flash costume.

He wanted to hate it, wanted to hate the rifts it had caused. But he couldn’t blame his powers. He had made the choices on his own, the speed hadn’t done it for him. He didn’t have an alter-ego like Killer Frost living in his head. He was just Barry. Barry Allen.

“Aren’t you a little young for a mid-life crisis?” 

“Snart?” Barry spun around. Snart was leaning against the doorway, his hand holding onto his waist. “You’re here?”

“Snow told me I should stick around until morning. Something about changing my bandages and resting. Better question: Why are you here?”

Barry sighed, turning away from Snart. “I don’t know. I’m not supposed to be. Iris and I are… Not in the best place right now. I guess I was hoping to avoid it for a little while. I just don’t want to talk about it.”

“You’re in luck because I don’t want to hear about it.” Barry laughed.

“You look like shit, Snart. Maybe you should lie down.”

“I’ll pass. I spent the last months of my life relieving the worst day of my life. I’d rather avoid thinking about it for a little while.”

“Oh… We could watch a movie, or something. There’s a killer flat screen in here.”

Snart quirked the brow that wasn’t covered by a thick bruise. “We’re going to pretend to be friends now?”

“We are friends. You’re just going to have to deal with it.” Barry smirked, already lowering the TV screen. Leonard ungracefully walked towards a chair, falling into it. “Now, what do you want to watch?”

“No sappy Nicolas Sparks crap.”

“And I’m assuming movies with explosions are out?” Barry smirked at Snart, who starred blankly back. “Too soon.” Barry turned his attention back to the TV screen, now lit-up with Netflix recommendations. For awhile they sat in silence, Barry occasionally looking over at Snart, who was certainly worse for wear. What the hell had that man seen inside the speedforce.

Written for the Rogue One kink meme. 


Lugging all that heavy equipment around all day can’t be good for Baze’s poor back. Luckily his husband gives the best massages.

Basically any scenario (pre-Rogue One, everyone lives AU, doesn’t matter) where Baze gets pampered a bit because he’s old and tired and deserves love and comfort.

Set post-Scarif, as always sadder than planned, because hey it’s me.

Baze leans his blaster canon against the wall, then strips off the coolant tank with a tired sigh. The tank hits the stone floor with a loud thud that disturbs Chirrut who are meditating on the bed. Baze feels him studying him as he moves to the small portable stove they keep in their room and starts making tea. He trusts the rebel’s canteen with many things, but not with tea making.

“You don’t have to carry that thing around anymore you know?” Chirrut says.“Not while we’re on the base.”

“I know,” Baze replies.

And he does know. He knows that they are safe – as safe as anyone staying at an insurgent HQ in the middle of a civil war can be – that any threat to them that would require him to wield a weapon would be warned in ample time for him to fetch said weapon. Baze knows all of this, but twenty years of ingrained habit and the paranoia born of the harsh rules of survival are hard to shake. So he still carries his assault canon with him around on the base despite the stares it earns him and the fact that it makes his back and shoulder hurt like fire.

He’s not as young as he once was.

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anonymous asked:

More Jushiro Ukitake headcanons please? Some relationship headcanons?

I’m rewatching Bleach rn with my mom which is cool so I’m hoping I write Bleach a little better once I get back into the Bleach swing. I feel like all my recent Bleach writing has been awful so I hope these are okay! 

Jushiro Ukitake

•Modern AU Jushiro, or, I guess he could probably do this in canon verse somehow, would loveeee movie nights. Whether that’s actually going to the movies or just staying in with his s/o and watching something, he loves it. It’s so relaxing, plus, I could see him being a movie lover

•Loves napping with his partner. He need lots of rest given his condition. So if his s/o reminded him to take it easy and rest for a while, Jushiro would appreciate it. His s/o should lie down with him too and just nap every once in a while. Cute relaxing couple things

•Maybe this is super random, but I love the idea of Jushiro discussing Kido with his s/o. Like, he’s a Kido nerd he’s so passionate about it

•If his s/o had siblings, nieces or nephews, or little cousins, anyone like that, Jushiro bonds with them easily. Which is great for the relationship between him and his s/o’s family. And also, good for gauging how well he does with kids, if his s/o wants to know for future plans (((:

•PDA isn’t a big thing for Jushiro. Doesn’t matter who his s/o is, he just thinks intimacy is more meaningful in private. That being said, he’s not afraid to give his s/o a little cheek kiss in public every now and then. Jushiro thinks it’s nice to surprise them like that sometimes

•His s/o should just expect that Kyoraku is the official third wheel almost all the time. Which is fine, he’s a cool guy

•Jushiro isn’t easily jealous and he probably won’t be often, but he does find he feels a little anxious if his s/o is occupied with other things and not paying him attention. But this is only in extreme cases. Otherwise, Jushiro loves that his s/o has their own hobbies and is busy doing their own thing. It’s just that he feels a little down sometimes if he hasn’t seen his s/o in a while because they’re busy. Jushiro himself is quite busy, so if his schedule conflicts with his partner’s and they can’t see each other often, Jushiro has s/o withdrawals. Poor bb 

•Jushiro would like to get his s/o into meditation? It helps him de-stress a lot which is great 

•He takes anniversaries very seriously, so his s/o should expect him to remember anniversaries down to the very hour that he asked them out (or when THEY asked him) 


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“[Y/N] don’t” Zach said trying to grab your hand but you stepped away before you could make contact.

“What Zach? Are you going to pull a Justin and say Hannah lied on those tapes?!” You demanded, angry tears pouring down your face. You couldn’t look a Zach the same anymore. You thought you had scored the nicest guy on the planet, turns out that was a lie.

“No…” Zach sighed “look I don’t want to lose you. Please this shouldn’t change anything. I was just mad, if I could take it back-”.

“But you did it Zach! Maybe you should have thought about this while you did such a cruel thing to that girl. None of this matters okay, your excuses don’t matter. We’re done!”.


Miraculous Fluff Month Day 10 - Secret Sleepover!

Summary: I tried to deviate away from what I’m expecting everyone else to have been prompted to write for today’s prompt of ‘Secret sleepover’. Adrien sneakily tells Nathalie that he’s staying at Nino’s, when actually, they’re both going to Marinette’s with Alya. Mari has presents for them all, 50’s fashion is coming back, and Nino’s just looking out for his best bud.

A/N: This is the longest chapter I’ve wrote so far, 1209 words, and I’m deeply impressed with myself. Don’t expect such long ones in the future, though, I was particularly enamoured with today’s prompt! (AO3)


There was nothing like being sneaky and lying about where you were going to your parents/carers. Nino, the great friend he was, thought Adrien needed the experience, and so, when Marinette invited the pair of them to join a sleepover she and Alya were having, the DJ decided the model needed to lie about where they were going to Nathalie.

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Expecting the Unexpected - Part 1

Pairing: Negan x reader

Summary: Reader is one of Negan’s wives, and hasn’t been feeling too well, so she takes a trip to the doc.

Warnings: vomiting (its gross so it constitutes a warning, okay?) and language

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Sliding on the little black dress over your lingerie was a bit of a struggle, and you groaned under your breath. Your period was a bit late, and now you were bloated. Fantastic. Knowing it was due any minute, you decided to hurry out of Negan’s room, and out of the lingerie. You gave the man one last wistful glance, admiring his sleeping form, before slipping quietly out of his room.

You only had to walk down the hall to get to your room, and you sighed in relief as you locked the door behind you. You stripped the dress from your body, cursing again at its tightness. After taking off the lacy underwear, you found a worn t-shirt, some old jeans, and cotton underwear, and put those on. As nice as it was to be pampered by Negan, to have nice clothes and nice things, you were the type for simple things.

After changing, you realized you were hungry, so you decided to make the trek down to the canteen. It was early, almost sunrise, so you knew there wouldn’t be many people to deal with. You had a few friends that worked in the kitchen, seeing as that was your job before you agreed to be Negan’s wife.

Approaching the counter, you saw about seven or eight people running around the kitchen, determined to get their jobs done. You watched as one woman cut up vegetables and plopped them into a pot of boiling water. 

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Canceled Jingle Ball Performance

Note:  i decided to write this one today because it relates to something that just happened and I didn’t want to wait and post it a couple weeks from now because thats how long it will probably take me to get to the bottom of my request list. Also, I combined two requests together again. 

Requested: Pukey Shawn?

I know you have a long list of requests but I thought I would send one in! I was wondering if you could write one about how he’s sick and had to cancel a jingle ball show (I just saw his tweet) and how you take care of him and such! BTW I love your writing!!



“Wake up,” You say, nudging your boyfriend. He doesn’t move much. “Shawn, get up.” You say, one last time before you disappear into the bathroom to get ready for the day. When you return from the bathroom about fifteen minutes later after getting ready, Shawn is still in bed. This catches you by surprise because he is normally pretty good about getting up. He has to be since he’s always being forced to wake up at ungodly hours for work. This morning isn’t even too early, but he knows he has to be up because he has some work commitments he needs to get to this morning before you get on your flight to San Jose for him to perform at the jingle ball there. You’ve only been in New York for two days, since he’s been preparing for his SNL performance. You’re both tired, but even when he’s tired, he isn’t normally this hard to get out of bed.

“Shawn,” You tell him again, seemingly for the fifteenth time this morning, “You gotta get up babe.”

“I feel like shit, (Y/n),” Finally comes his raspy voice, hidden somewhere behind the covers.

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Special Cuddles Days (Newt x Reader)

Character: Newt

Fandom: Maze Runner

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Fluff

Title: Special Cuddles Days

Requested by anonymous: 

Would you mind doing a maze runner and you’ve been the only girl for a while and you’re dating newt but whenever new supplies are sent up so are supplies for your monthly visitor? And maybe she’s on her period and all the boys in the glade know when she’s in her period cause she’s a runner and it’s like newt comforting her whilst she’s on her period please?


A/N: Thanks for your request, here it is. I’m over exaggerating things a bit so it’s funnier, following the clichés and all. Enjoy!

I had been up for around two hours. I didn’t even know what time it was or if it was time to go into the Maze.

All I knew was that I had been lying awake in my bed, too tired and sick to move. I felt like klunk, and I was wondering where Newt was because he wasn’t in the bed next to me.

“Hey, love” Someone gently shook my shoulder, and by his voice I could tell it was Newt. “Love, how are you feeling?”

I groaned in response as I slightly opened one eye. He was right in my face.

Did he know that I felt sick? How did he know?

Newt slightly chuckled, his breath moving my bangs.

“I guess not so good, are you?”

“Is this funny to you, Newt?” I mumbled, really annoyed. “Is this funny to you, shank?”

I sat up and stared at him, fuming of a sudden.

But Newt didn’t seem affected by my mood.

“Guess you’ll be needing this then” He waved a little box in front of my face and handed it to me.

Pouting, I took it from his hands and opened it. On the inside there were many pads that would help me through the month. They always arrived just in time.

“Oh” I just said, understanding the sudden pains and moods and physical discomfort. It all made sense now.

“It came up in the Box today with the supplies again” Newt mumbled, sitting next to me and wrapping his arms around me.

I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder. I wasn’t looking forward to being on my period again, it sucked.

Not only because all I wanted to do was be cuddling Newt all day even though I knew there was work to be done. But it got even worse as I was a Runner.

Newt sometimes talked to Alby so I’d stay in bed during those months were it was worse, but sometimes our leader would make me run if he saw I was good enough to do so.

“I hate it” I mumbled, placing the pads in the bed, away from me. I didn’t’ even want to see them.

“You’re already feeling sick, love?” Newt gently asked me, softly kissing the side of my face.

I just nodded, sulky.

“What time is it, Newt?” I probably had to run today since I knew it would only get worse.

Today I didn’t even was on my period, but the cramps and all always arrived the day before as a warning. Another unnecessary day of suffering. Yay.

Newt looked at the clock on his wrist.

“Fifteen minutes until the Doors open” He mumbled in response.

I groaned again, mentally preparing for the long day ahead.

I didn’t even get that much sleep if it was the time Newt told me it was.

Lazy and tired, I looked up to Newt. I couldn’t hide a tiny smile when I saw his cute little face staring back at me with a grin.

I gave him a quick kiss on the lips and stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“I have to run” I simply said, as if it were obvious.

“You can’t bloody run today, Y/N” Newt stood up and held my hand to keep me in place. “You’re sick, aren’t you?”

“It’ll only get worse” I glanced at the package of pads and grimaced in disgust. “Might as well run today and maybe Alby will lay me off tomorrow”

Not so convinced with the idea, Newt placed his hands on his hips as he pursed his lips.

Although I had been around in the Glade for a while, he worried every month. I had explained to him why it was so bad, because he was puzzled when we started dating.

And it was just adorable how he tried to make sure I was alright and that I got anything I needed. He was happy to provide it for me. Whether it was cuddles, food or just a nice and calm place to nap.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay to run today?”

I grinned and hugged him tight. I loved him so much.

“Yes, Newt. Today is not so bad”

I had really bad cramps, but I knew tomorrow when it started would be unbearable. The dizziness, the headache, the queasiness, the cramps, the urgues to cry, the weakness, the stomach aches… I just knew it.

And besides, today it was only cramps and a mild weakness. Tomorrow it would feel like the end of the world for me.

I was so glad I ran yesterday, because when I woke up the next day I felt like death. Argh, why was Mother Nature so cruel?

I curled up over myself as much as I could, trying to make the cramps better. Where was Newt?

Again? He wasn’t there!

I knew he was the second in command and all, but couldn’t I just have him for myself for just one day? Why did everything have to go wrong?

I thought about what I should do. There was no way I was going to run, but maybe I could get up and try to help in some other way. But I could also stay in bed and sleep for a while longer.

Sighing in defeat, I stood up and winced as the cramps got worse. But I knew I couldn’t just lie down for all those days, Alby would kill me.

So I walked out of the Homestead and looked for something to do.

It must have been early, because I saw Minho jogging through the Glade to reach the Doors that were yet to open.

I guess being a morning person is a habit.

“Hey, you shank!” Minho waved at me when he saw me.

I didn’t tell him yesterday about it during our run because I knew how he acted towards me then. The slinthead.

“Hi, Minho” I mumbled languidly.

“What are you doing? The Doors are about to open” He softly shoved me, and if he’d shoved me just a little harder, I would have lost balance. I felt so weak.

“There’s no way in hell I’m running today”

His expression changed drastically, from friendly to mischievous.

“Really? Is little Y/N’s time of the month again?” He smirked, folding his arms over his chest.

All the guys, seeing as I was the only girl there, had to face the fact that this happened every month. At first they were all disgusted by it and terrified of the concept. But in time, some of them had gotten used to it, and Minho was one of them.

Being a fellow Runner, Minho was a good friend of mine. And if he usually teased me and annoyed me on a daily basis, during my period he just had the time of his life since I gave him more stuff to mock.

“Leave already, you slinthead” I punched his shoulder, but he didn’t move an inch. “Before I unleash my wrath on you”

Minho just laughed and ruffled my hair, which I hated.

“Try to survive the day, shuck face” He mocked me before he ran to the Doors that rumbled as they opened.

Just as I watched Minho running into the Maze, someone picked me up from behind. It caught me off guard, so I squeaked.

“Good morning, Y/N” Newt’s voice sang jokingly. Then he started to spin around with me on his arms.

“No, Newt! Stop!” I shut my eyes tight as I watched everything spinning around me non stop. “I’m sick, remember?”

“Sorry, love, forgot” He finally stopped and put me down.

I wobbled a little, still very dizzy, and I heard him chuckle. The scoundrel.

Newt held me as I kept my eyes closed and leaned on his shoulder, waiting for the Glade to stop spinning.

“I see that you’re not running today” Newt mumbled, and I heard the smile on his voice.

He sure was in a good mood today. Actually, he was just probably trying to make me feel better because he was aware that his good moods were infectious for me.

“Yeah, is there something simple I can do today?”

“I think Fry needs a hand cleaning last night’s dishes”

I sighed and looked at him tiredly.

“I guess I can do that”

“But don’t strain yourself” He told me as I began to walk away. “If you feel bad, go lie down”

I nodded and headed to the Kitchen.

As soon as he saw me, Frypan asked me why I wasn’t in the Maze. But he soon realized why.

I was washing the dishes and one of them slipped from my hands and fell on the floor, breaking in many pieces.

“Y/N!” Frypan exclaimed with a sigh.

“I’m sorry…” I looked down at the broken place and pouted. I felt like crying, I was so useless.

“No, no” Frypan rushed to my side and placed a kind hand on my shoulder. He knew I got really sensitive “Don’t cry, it’s nothing”

“But I broke it…” I sniffed, feeling my eyes watery already.

“Newt!!!” Frypan panicked.

As he waited for my boyfriend to come, he tried to calm me. But everything felt wrong for me, not only it was a terrible day when everything felt strange and tiring, but I also managed to make it worse.

“You’re not mad, Fry?” I asked him through my sobs.

“Of course not, honey” He mumbled with a smile.

“What’s wrong?” Newt’s voice sounded behind me, so I turned around and urgently hugged him.

“I broke the plate, Newt. I don’t want you guys to be mad at me”

“It’s just a plate, don’t worry about it” He giggled.

“Newt…” I whined, unhappy that he found it so hilarious.

“I’m not laughing at you, love. I just find you so adorable” He smiled at me and booped my nose, which made me giggle too.

Newt wiped my tears and kindly took my hand.

“Let’s grab a bite”

I shook my head and stood in place.

“I’m not hungry”

“These days you act like a child, it’s so bloody cute” He tugged at my hand as we walked to the larder.

“I’m not hungry!” I insisted, completely ignoring his comment.

“Eat something? For me?”

“No” I insisted, so he sighed and took both of my hands.

“How about this? You can go lie down and take the day off, I’ll convince Alby”

I excitedly nodded at him.

“Thanks, that’ll be-“

“But” He held one finger up to get my attention. “You’ll have to eat what I bring you”


“Good that” Newt nodded to himself. “I’ll go see you later”

I retained him just enough to give him a quick thank you hug and then headed back to our room.

The pads were uncomfortable, it was hot in the Glade, I was aching all over, and I was just in such a terrible mood.

It was nice to be lying down and not working while feeling like klunk, but it sure was dull. And more whilst I waited for Newt.

“Hi, love” The sooner I thought about him…

I just grunted in response.

“I brought you this” He was carrying a little tray that contained a plate of bacon, a glass of water and a little container with pills, probably painkillers.

“Give me the painkillers” I asked him as soon as he left the tray on the bedside table, stretching my arm out to get them.

I usually hated taking pills, but I felt like death itself was creeping upon me.

“You have to eat first” He jokingly slapped my hand to keep it away.

I sighed over dramatically and picked up the plate of bacon.

“Good girl” He sat in the bed next to me and kissed my forehead. I couldn’t hide a tiny smile.

I ate in silence. The taste of the bacon was good, but my troubled stomach didn’t seem to enjoy or accept the food that much.

I still finished the plate -although I asked Newt to help me finish it, and he gladly did- and went for the painkillers.

Not wanting to think about the taste of the chemicals, I gulped the pill down with the water.

“Do you need anything else?” He asked me as he started caressing my hair sweetly.

I didn’t answer, but instead looked directly into his eyes. He knew me well, he’d be able to read me and figure it out.

“Special cuddles?” He wondered.


He just grinned and adjusted himself against the headboard as he opened his arms for me to get comfortable resting over his chest.

Newt and I had named those specific days like the ‘special cuddles days’ because most of the time I kept asking him to stay with me and just lie down together and cuddle and talk instead of doing anything else. I did so much that it eventually became some sort of a tradition.

The Gladers thought it was extremely silly and corny and it annoyed them, which was really funny.

“How are you?” Newt sweetly asked me, his fingers going up and down my arm as his other hand gently caressed my hair.

“I don’t feel so good” I heavily rested my forehead on his chest as I took a deep breath.

“You don’t look so good” He agreed with a sigh.

“It’s getting worse” I mumbled. “I hope the painkillers help”

It felt like someone was punching my insides, or even worse, stabbing them how many times they liked. Just for fun. And to see me suffer.

“Chuckie scared Gally again” Newt piped up, drastically changing the subject.

“Did he?”

He knew I hated to lose on the events that occurred in the Glade. Even in those days when I wasn’t running, I felt left out.

“He almost bloody killed poor Chuckie. Alby had to talk him into leaving the lad alone”

“What else happened today?”

I cheerfully smiled as Newt spoke about Zart getting mad at the latest Greenie for not doing the Track-Hoe job right. Zart was hilarious when he got mad, and the way Newt told me about it was just as hilarious.

He continued caressing my hair as he explained how the day was for the Gladers and narrated anything funny or interesting that had happened.

I took a nap as I waited for the painkillers to take effect.

Those days weren’t so bad after all, as long as Newt and I continued that sort of tradition that we had established every month. We would just cuddle and talk and laugh at the fun stuff that happened in the Glade.

2 Truths, 1 Lie - phan oneshot

Summary: Dan decides to come out in a 2 Truths, 1 Lie video.

Title: 2 Truths, 1 Lie

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: This oneshot was inspired by what one of my friends said in class during the first week of school. I’ve been wanting to write this for a while now but never got around to doing to.

Dan’s POV

“Dan are you ready to film yet?” Phil said, walking into my room.

“Um yeah let’s go.” I said as I put my computer down and got up to follow Phil to his room. When I walked into his room I noticed that he already set up the lights and camera in front of his bed. We both sat down on his duvet, and checked our hair on our phone screens. We decided earlier that we were going to film a “2 Truths, 1 Lie” video since we hadn’t done one in a while.

“You ready?” Phil said looking over at me. I’m not sure if I’m ready. The main reason why I said we should do this video is because it would be a good way for me to come out. I’ve waited a while for a good opportunity to do this, but I could never find one, but maybe I can now. Phil knows I’m Bi, but he doesn’t know that I’m planning on coming out during this video.

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thehappiest-camper  asked:

"I seriously don't feel too good."

Drinking Starters

Jasper placed a hand on David’s shoulder to help steady him, it wasn’t often his friend drank-in fact he couldn’t remember a time where he even saw David drink something that was alcoholic at all. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea that the two of them stopped up at the small bar in town, Jasper had proposed it himself and even though he had a couple of drinks himself he only had a pleasant buzz.

“We should head back to camp, I’ll call Gwen to come pick us up.” While he fished through his pockets for his phone Jasper kept his hand firmly on David to hopefully comfort him if not steady him. “Do you need to go lie down in one of the booths Davey? You’re not gonna yak are you?”

Imagine #38: Just some bad cramps (Luke Hemmings)

Requested: Yes

Word count: 1009

Story line: You feel pain on your stomach and you think it’s nothing but the truth is that something is happening with your appendix. Luke, your brother, helps you.

I grabbed my belly when I felt something like a prick. I held the air for a few seconds while I tried to think what was happening to me and after a while, I felt better again. I looked myself into the mirror, waiting in case it happened again but nothing happened, so I opened the bathroom door and I walked into the green room, where my big brother Luke was waiting along with his bandmates to go on stage.

I couldn’t believe my mom let me go on tour with my brother. Luke was very responsible but well, he was a boy and he was practically living with three boys more so I would understand if my mom didn’t let me. But she did and I couldn’t be more happy. Life on tour was exciting, to say the least. We were always travelling, visiting different places and meeting different people. It was amazing and I was learning a lot; not just about different cultures, also about how to live by myself. Of course Luke took care of me but he also wanted to spend some time alone with his friends, so I let him.

I bent over because I felt another prick and that time, the boys saw me. Luke frowned, confused, but he didn’t move from the sofa. “Are you okay?” he asked. I could hear the worried tone but he wasn’t too worried. As far as he knew, I could have cramps. And truth be told, I didn’t know what was happening but I didn’t want to annoy my brother or his friends, so I smiled softly and I said: “I’m okay, just some bad cramps”.

“Do you want something?” Ashton asked, looking at me with a soft smile in his lips. I shook my head, smiling. I loved that guy, he was so caring! Maybe it was because he missed his little sister or maybe because he looked at me like a sister too, but he was also taking care of me. Calum and Michael too, of course, but it wasn’t the same as Ashton or Luke. Maybe because Calum never had to take care of a little sibling and the same happened with Michael. “Maybe you should lie down a little bit” he suggested me.

“But I’m going to miss the concert” I whined while I felt another cramp but this one was harder. I frowned and I grabbed my belly.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Y/N?” Luke asked again while he stood up. “Do you want me to call some doctor or something? I don’t know what I’m suppose to do” he confessed. I laughed a little bit.

“It’s okay, I’m okay! I promise you. It won’t last long, you’ll see”. I hoped what I was telling was the truth because I was starting to feel very bad. Luke helped me to lie down on the sofa and he kissed my forehead.

“If something happens, promise me you’ll inform someone, okay? I don’t care if I have to stop the concert, just say something and I’ll be here”.

The boys wished me to get well soon and when they left, I closed my eyes while I grabbed my belly and I tried to breathe in and breathe out gradually, trying to calm myself because I was starting to feel very nervous. The punctures in the belly were increasingly more painful and they were more constant. It didn’t feel like cramps and I wasn’t on my period so I didn’t know what was happening. I bit my bottom lip because I didn’t want to scream but I felt tears in my eyes and I let them fall. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to bear with pain. It hurt so much.

I didn’t know how much time passed, and I wasn’t sure I was conscious anymore because I was feeling very dizzy. Now I was crying and screaming in pain, hoping that someone would hear me. The only thing I could think was if I was going to die. I knew it was a very dramatic thought but I never felt something like that. “Jeez, Y/N”, I heard Luke say while he run where I was. “Y/N, what happens?”. I couldn’t answer, I felt so much pain I couldn’t even talk.

“Down the hall are the paramedics, we should take her there” Michael said and I noticed the worried tone. Luke lifted me bridal style and when I opened my eyes, I saw him all sweaty but especially, he was scared to death. I was too, I wanted to say to him. I was really scared. I closed my eyes and what I saw during the following hours, it was darkness.

When I opened my eyes, the light and the whiteness of the room blinded me. I blinked a few times, trying to focus my sight. When I turned my head a little bit, I saw Luke sleeping on the armchair. I looked the room and I realized I was at a hospital. I tried to move but my hand was connected to something. “Stop moving, I’m trying to sleep here”, I heard Luke joking. I smiled a little bit.

“I’m sorry” I mumbled.

“Why?” Luke asked while he rubbed his eyes.

“For whatever that happened”.

“Don’t be silly, Y/N. The only thing you should be sorry was for lying. So cramps, huh?”.

“I thought it was cramps!” I complained.

“Your appendix burst” he explained.


“Yeah. Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling really bad?”.

“I don’t know, I didn’t want to annoy you guys”. Luke sighed and took my hand.

“You don’t annoy me. Not in this case, at least” he corrected himself, making me laugh. Laughing hurt so I complained. That time was Luke who was laughing. “Mom is on her way” he said.

“Oh boy”.

“Yeah, oh boy”. We both started laughing again and I asked Luke to stop because I was feeling like my nonexistent appendix was going to burst again.

Just Spend The Night (Donghyuk Fluff)

Originally posted by justmevip

“Well I think it’s time I head out.” All the boys whining as I walked toward the door. I could barely put my shoes on I was so tired. My eyes heavy as a yawn escaped my lips. “Y/n, maybe you should just spend the night.” Donghyuk coming over taking my hand. “No, I’m fine. Really. It’s only like a ten minute walk.” Before I could finish my sentence another yawn escaped my lips.

“Yeah okay, no. You’re spending the night, it’s fine.” He took my hand pulling me back inside. I walked over to the couch and went to lie down while Donghyuk stared at me laughing. “What are you doing?” “I’m going to sleep..” He picked me up and carried me off to his room. “No one would get a good night sleep on that couch. You’ll sleep in my bed.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, resting my head on his shoulder. I was actually happy Donghyuk was making me stay and caring for me like this. I mean I’ve only had feelings for him for the longest time. But I’d never tell him that, I would just ruin our friendship, and I’d hate that.

He laid me down on his bed, pulling the covers over me, tucking me in. He went to walk away but I grabbed his hand. “Where are you going?” He turned back and a small smile came across his lips. “The couch.” I looked up at him almost annoyed. “No you’re not.” I sat up on my knees, looking him in the eyes. My fingers intertwining with his. “Stay, with me.” I wasn’t sure if I had found some random confidence boost from somewhere or I was just acting this way because I was sleep deprived. He looked at me and smiled. “Okay. I’ll stay.”

He pulled back the covers and crawled into the bed with me. He laid on his side while I laid flat. Our fingers intertwining once again as we just stared at each other. A smile coming across his face as he began to close the space between us. Soon his lips were pressed against mine, my hands finding their way into his hair as his hands found my waist. Soon he pulled away, smiling as he spun me around so my back was against his chest, his arms wrapping around my waist. He rested his head on my shoulder, our chests rising and falling together as we drifted off to sleep.

As I drifted to sleep I questioned if the kiss was real, or if he just did it to get me to go to bed and stop attempting to flirt while half asleep.

I'll Be the Light in your Eyes

Sorry It’s taken me so long to update! Here’s Chapter 12 Part 1! (: Yes there will be probably 2 or 3 parts to this chapter (:

It’s been days since I last spoke to Sam. It was no mistake that I was inlove with him, and knowing that I can’t be with him because I’m scared he’s going to hurt me, kills me. I am left in this empty house, alone. My parents passed, and my twin brother passed. I’m drowning in my own sorrow, and I can’t get it out my head. I decided to keep a journal to keep all of my thoughts contained. So far it has been working. I sat down by my window and pulled out my journal and began to write.

“I still love him, and it hurts.” Was the first thing I wrote. It did hurt. I loved Sam. Ever since I got here, he gave me these feelings I’ve never gotten before. I started to space out, and I kept dreaming about drowning. I guess it was because I tried to kill myself that way.

I decided that maybe I shouldn’t be locked up in my room. I should be out. I decided to go out for a walk. I walked past a Cafe where I saw Cameron and Nash sitting in the tables, talking. I smiled and put my head down and walked past them. Out of no where, I received a call. I looked at the phone and it was Sam.

I wanted to answer, I wasn’t going to lie. I wanted to answer so bad.

I decided to deny it. I couldn’t talk to him. Not yet.

After a while of walking around for about a few more hours. I suddenly bumped into someone I knew I was going to run into eventually.

“What is it, Sam?” I asked, looking up at him.

“Y/N. Please. I know you’ve been ignoring my calls.” Sam sighed.

“Yeah. There’s a point for that.” I said, softly.

“I just. Want there to be an us, Y/N.” Sam said, quietly.

“Sam. We can never be together.” I said, with tears forming.

Sam looked at me for a while then looked down.

“You asked for it.” Sam said, softly as he put his hands in his pocket and walked away.

I walked home after he left. I pushed him away. I sat at my usual spot and continued to write in my journal.

The bad things stay with you. You can’t escape them, even if you want to.” I knew Sam was bad for me. I went to bed early, mostly because I had school tomorrow.

The next morning I got up slowly and walked to the restroom, doing my hair, then went to my closet to pick out an outfit and drove to school. I walked to class.

I sighed deeply as the teacher began instructing. My mind went straight to Sam.

“I think when it’s all over, it just comes back in flashes, you know?” I thought to myself, and memories of Sam and I were playing over and over in my head. I loved him.

After class, I walked through the halls. I suddenly felt someone grab my wrist. I turned around to see Cameron.

“Hey.” I forced a smile.

“I have something to ask you.” Cameron said, softly as he watched me carefully.

I felt nervous.

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take me home. // a fanmix for mikaela and yuuichirou hyakuya (and the fact that they can probably never be happy together in canon ha ha HA it hurts.)


devil’s backbone - the civil wars

oh lord, oh lord i’m begging you please / don’t take that sinner from me

what should i do - jaymes young

i’ll scream and shout, it can’t be true / if i wake up and you’re gone what should I do?

thousand miles - tove lo

that’s when i run / all of these thousand miles / to get you back

hymnals - grizfolk

outside these walls we’re criminals / they chase us down, we’re singing hymnals

the keeper - kina grannis & marié digby

take my burden, I can’t bear the weight / i’ve been fighting, trying not to break

afire love - ed sheeran

darling hold me in your arms / the way you did last night / and we’ll lie inside / for a little while here

going home - cosmic gate & emma hewitt

don’t turn around we’re going one way / the time is right we’re going home

angels on the moon - thriving ivory

don’t tell me if I’m dying / ‘cause I don’t wanna know / if i can’t see the sun / maybe i should go

home - ella eyre

I’m too proud to say I need anyone else but me, / but then I’m right back on my street / and I find my self at home