my heart is about to jump out of my chest

The Fourth Musketeer

Originally posted by riverdales-daily

Pairing: Archie x Reader

Description: A small comment from Betty triggers many painful memories for Archie about a lost love.

Warnings: angst?

Word count: 1,405

Tag list: @isis278 @lost-in-wonderland-x @spam-to-follow

A/N: so this isn’t based off of any request, I was just inspired to write this fic. hope you enjoy!


“It’ll be like old times,” Betty said, hopeful eyes staring at Archie.

“The three musketeers,” he laughed.  Betty bit her lip, her smile slightly fading.

“Actually, Archie,” she corrected, “there were four of us.”

“(Y/N)!” a newly-turned six year old Archie exclaimed.  "I didn’t think you were gonna come!“

"Of course I came!” (Y/N) giggled, stepping into the Andrews house.  "You’re my best friend.“ Archie pulled (Y/N) into a hug.

"You’re my best friend too, (Y/N),” he grinned.

“Yeah, four of us,” Archie muttered, turning away from Betty. She frowned, realizing she reopened that wound too soon.

“I’m sorry Archie, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine, Betty,” Archie grimaced.

“No, I shouldn’t have brought it up,” she apologized.

“But there were four of us,” Archie admitted.  "I guess I was just trying to forget the fourth.“

"Why do we only come here when they play this movie?” ten year old (Y/N) questioned, gesturing towards the movie playing on the Twilight Drive-In screen.  Archie shrugged, wrapping his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders.

“Because it’s my favorite,” he replied.  (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“Don’t you want to watch something else for a change?” she asked, looking up at him with a smile.  "You know, discover something new?“

"No,” Archie refused her suggestion, immaturely shaking his head.  "I like things just the way they are.“

Archie couldn’t get (Y/N) out of his head for the rest of the day.  Throughout school, and after school during the preparations for Jughead’s party, Archie’s mind kept going back to (Y/N).  For two years, he had blocked out all memories of her.  Now, she was pictured clear in his mind.  Her memory was haunting him, and Archie could do nothing but push through the day as if nothing was wrong.

"Archie,” (Y/N) whimpered, standing on his front porch.  He ran out towards her and enveloped her in a hug as soon as he reached her.

“What?” he asked, burying his face into her hair.  "What’s wrong?“  (Y/N) gripped onto his t-shirt, her hands desperately holding onto her best friend.

"I’m moving,” she sobbed.  "I’m moving next month.“  Archie’s arms dropped, and he took a step back.

"Moving?” he echoed.  "But what about 8th grade?“  (Y/N) helplessly shrugged, tears continuing to roll down her cheeks.  "It’s our last year before high school. We were gonna…”  The rest of Archie’s sentence was stuck in his throat.

“I know,” she cried.  "I know, Archie. You think I wanted this?“  He frantically shook his head.

"No, no, of course not.”

“We’re leaving in July,” she explained.  "I tried to convince my parents not to move, or at least to leave me behind.“

"You could stay with us,” Archie offered.  A bittersweet smile creeped onto (Y/N)’s lips.

“I know,” she said. “I told them that.”

“Jesus, (Y/N),” Archie mumbled as he stumbled into his bedroom, ignoring the party going on downstairs.  "(Y/N).“  He repeated her name over and over again, reminiscing on the way her name felt on his tongue.  All the memories that he had hidden away from himself came tumbling back, and he was suddenly overwhelmed with emotions that he had forgotten how they felt.  He frustratedly tugged at his hair, struggling to cope with his feelings.  Her sparkling eyes and joyous laugh were still engraved in the back of his mind.  How could he ever forget?  "God, (Y/N), I’m so sorry.”  He continued to drunkenly pace around his room, head spinning with memories of (Y/N).  Every moment they shared, every hug they had, every chance he missed to tell her he loved her.  He missed every single opportunity he had to tell her.  "I should’ve told her,“ he moaned.  An idea lit up in Archie’s mind, so he began to search his room.  He tossed clothes and blankets aside until he found his phone laying on his nightstand.  He picked it up and immediately dialed (Y/N)’s number by memory.

"I’m sorry, this number no longer exists,” the monotonous robot answered his call.  Archie screamed out in frustration, throwing his phone across his room against the wall.

“I want to talk to her!” he screamed, punching his bed.  "I need her!“

"Archie?” Veronica called out as she cautiously his room.  He paused his rampage as he turned to face the raven-haired girl.

“What?” he snapped.

“You’re making a lot of noise,” Veronica ignored the bite in his voice.  "I wanted to make sure you’re okay.“

"I’m not…” he clutched his head, sitting down on his bed, “I’m not okay.  She’s gone.”

“Who?” Veronica questioned, sitting next to Archie.

“(Y/N),” he moaned.  "(Y/N)’s gone.“

"Who’s that?” Veronica asked.  Archie glared at her and stood up, stepping away from her.

“I loved her,” he whispered, flopping back onto his bed.  Veronica frowned.  "God, I should’ve left Riverdale when my mom offered.“

"But then we would’ve never met,” Veronica quipped.  "And that, Archiekins, would be a tragedy of epic proportions.“  She glanced at his lips, then back up to his eyes.  Leaning in, she connected her lips with his.  It only lasted a moment before Archie pulled away.

"No, Veronica,” he stopped her.  "I’m sorry, but… you’re not her.“

"I’m sorry,” she apologized.  "That was stupid and selfish of me, I shouldn’t have-“

"It’s fine,” Archie interrupted her.  "It’s not your fault, I just… the wound is still kinda fresh, you know?“  Veronica nodded.

"She sounds lovely,” she offered.  "Can you tell me about her?“  Archie inhaled deeply.

"We were best friends,” he started, and a smile already grew on his face.  "Our parents were good friends, so we knew each other since birth.  We were two peas in a pod.  Then we met Jughead and Betty, and we became the four musketeers.  We’d do everything together.  But (Y/N) and I were still the closest.“

"When did you fall in love with her?” Veronica inquired.

“I think I always was,” Archie answered truthfully.  Veronica sighed; she knew there was no competing with even the memory of (Y/N).  "But I don’t think I realized it until I kissed her.“

"Did you know some people have already had their first kiss?” (Y/N) asked Archie as she sat on a swing.

“Like who?” he questioned.  They were eleven.

“I heard Cheryl kissed someone,” (Y/N) shrugged.  "I don’t know who though.“

"She could be lying,” Archie said.

“Josie, too,” (Y/N) interjected.

“Maybe they kissed each other,” Archie laughed, and (Y/N) giggled with him.  Once their laughs died down, they swung in silence.

“Who do you want to be your first kiss?” (Y/N) broke the silence.

“I don’t know,” Archie shrugged.  "What about you?“

"There’s not really anyone I want to kiss,” she answered.  "The only good guys in Riverdale are you and Jughead.“

"Would you kiss Jughead?”

“Ew, no!” she squealed.  "Jughead is like my brother!“

"Am I a brother to you?” Archie asked.  (Y/N) grew quiet and shrugged.

“You’re my best friend, Arch,” she responded.

“So does that mean you would kiss me?” he smirked.  (Y/N) blushed.

“Would you kiss me?” she countered, causing Archie to blush.  They both grew quiet, each embarrassed by the thought of kissing each other.

“I’d want you to be my first kiss,” he said.  (Y/N)’s head snapped up to look at Archie.

“Really?” she asked.  He nodded.  "I want you to be my first kiss too.“

"What if…” Archie nervously stuttered, “What if we did it now?  Like, kiss each other.  Just so that we’re definitely each other’s first kiss.”  (Y/N) pretended to contemplate it for a moment, but she already knew her answer.

“Sure,” she agreed nonchalantly.  Her heart was about to beat out of her chest.  Archie jumped off of the swing and stepped towards (Y/N).  Both of their eyes fluttered closed, and they pressed their lips against each other’s.  They pulled apart a second after, a blush spreading across both of their cheeks.  Archie hopped back onto the swing next to (Y/N).  Neither of them spoke about the kiss.

“Do you think she knew?” Veronica asked.  Archie raised a puzzled eyebrow.  "Do you think she knew that you loved her?“ she elaborated.  Archie shrugged.

"Maybe,” he responded.  "I hope so.  I never told her, though.  God, I should’ve told her.“

"Hey,” Veronica reached a comforting hand out towards Archie.  "Don’t beat yourself up over it.  From what you told me, it sounds like she knew.“

"You think so?”

“I do,” Veronica nodded.  "And from what I can tell, I think she loved you too.“

Part two here     Part three here     Part four here     Part five here

Your god can’t help you now

Originally posted by thefacesofdeath

*GIF not mine, but let’s take a moment to thank his parents please”

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Request: @yummyfanta

Hiya! Love your work as I’m completely obsessed with Vikings rn especially since the sons are in ;) May I request where reader is a saxon lady in Ecbert’s castle and she is engaged to maybe Alfred but she and Ivar become lovers while he is held prisoner? Maybe right at end Ivar comes back with his bros to claim back his woman? Thanks love :)

Yeah i know i just said i would change the plot and i probably will do, or you’ll get a new request if you wont to love! IM so sorry i messed up your request after you’ve been waiting for sooo long! :(( Anyhow im an indecisive little shit and decided to post it anyway. And don’t worry this will get a part two, because i simply loved the idea, but i wanted to wait until the last episode to make it more correct (if you guys can understand my bad explaining)! 

- And 1 last note for my fellow Hvitserk trashes out there, part 5 is right around the corner ;) i think

Warnings: The devil is working hard, but im working harder aka NSFW

Wordcount: 4.958 (and this is only part 1 omg)


I lifted the fork to my mouth, slipping the pice of meat of it. The tough consistency making it hard to chew it, so i let some of the sour wine aid me in swallowing it down. It was silent. Only the quiet steps of the servants and the harsh cutting from my husband-to-be. He was obnoxious, tense, always on guard now days - ever since the news of the pagans arrival. Myself had always thought the subject of these dangerously intriguing, hearing stories of their savage ways. The king had even told me stories about how they had several gods. But what i had liked most with them was how a woman was allowed such power. Such freedom. They where not enslaved and own by their men, something i’ve always dreamt of. 

But i wasn’t going to complain. I had more freedom than most women of my country had, thanks to my king - or my sister. Ever since she had gained the favor of king Ecbert, her life and mine had dramatically improved - but for how long?

The king was getting older each day and how knows how long it will be before my fiancee is crowned instead. And with his crowning as king, or freedom is sure to vanish once again. 

“Prince Aethelwulf! My prince!”

The loud outburst from one of is foot soldiers broke the silence, immediately catching my fiancee’s attention.

“What?” he answered impatiently. 

I felt myself growing more impatient by the second. With such hurry the shaken soldier had, it must be something important. 

“They’re here. The pagan king is here.”

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anonymous asked:

A concept: Magnus loves to talk , and Alec loves listening to Magnus.Sometimes when they lie in bed together at night , Magnus tells the most fantastic stories about his life , and Alec just takes it all in , happy to learn more about his boyfriend.When they are apart , they always call each other , they don't even need to make great conversations , just listening to the sound of the others voice is enough. (Whenever I see a new piece of your writing on my dash , my heart jumps a little ❤)

a canon concept (and you’re very sweet)

alec loves listening to magnus. magnus has been through so many incredible things over the course of his long and illustrious life, and alec soaks up every anecdote no matter how small.

some nights they’re spread out on the couch, their fingers laced, alec’s cheek on magnus’s bare chest and magnus will bring something so small up. “did i ever tell you about the time i rode one of the first steam trains?” with one of those dazzling smiles on his lips and alec couldn’t help but smile too, eating every single bit of the story up eagerly, his fingers dragging over magnus’s stomach in slow circles.

magnus tells alec about all of the countries he’s visited with their beautiful sprawling cities and their gorgeous wildlife. he tells him all about wonderful people who added vibrance to his life, downworlders from all over the globe. and he tells him about the events he crashed, the paintings he saw in the making that are now considered priceless pieces of art, the historical events he was witness to, and the famous people he met.

sometimes alec can tell he’s stretching the truth or dancing around it, possibly even just straight up joking, but other times he’ll talk about the world at a certain period of time with this look in his eyes. it’s like he’s transported back for a moment, explaining how everything felt and looked and smelled with such specificity, these rich details that set alec’s heart alight in his chest.

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Wet dreams and Nightmares || Dan Howell

A/N: I did not forget about this request. I really liked the idea and finally got to write it after I finished my series. Thank you to whoever requested this, I hope you like this. Part TWO

Word Count: 1.3K

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There was a soft knock on the door. It was meant for only me to hear.  

“Come in.” I said. My voice was still rough since the knocking had just woken me from my sleep.

The door opened and there she stood in only an oversized t-shirt that stopped mid-thigh. There was light coming from the hallway but as soon as she entered my room the darkness swallowed her. It took a moment for me to realise that this was real and not just a dream.

“Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” she shyly asked, wiping a strand of her hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.

I swallowed hard before I nodded. Seconds later she lied down on the bed next to me and I felt her cold feet touch my warm ones. I let her have half of my blanket.

“Bad dream again?” I asked as she wrapped her arm around my upper body.

It was not the first time that something like this has happened. She’d been having bad dreams a lot recently and whenever she had another nightmare she’d knock on my door and ask if she could stay in my bed. It was nothing weird for us to do. I have been sharing an apartment with her and Phil for almost a year now. We were best friends and sleep overs are not unusual for best friends. That’s at least what I have been telling myself all the time. But in reality I was weirdly used to sharing a bed with her and waking up next to Y/N now.  It was almost strange when she wasn’t there in the morning.

“Yes, that tall giant just won’t stop chasing me.” She groaned and hugged me a little bit tighter as she probably replayed her nightmare in her head again.

“Thank you for letting me stay in your bed, Dan.” She whispered. I felt her warm breath fan my naked shoulder and suddenly I realised that it was a bad idea to not wear a t-shirt and just sleep in my boxers.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. It’s no problem.” I assured her and hoped that she wouldn’t notice the goose bumps her warm breath had caused on my naked skin.

It was true, I didn’t mind her staying over at all, but lately I started having dreams too. They weren’t nightmares but nevertheless I’d wake up sweating anyway. Those dreams made it very difficult for me to differentiate between reality and my dreams especially when she was lying in the bed next to me.  

“Goodnight, Dan.” she yawned as her eyes were falling close.

“Goodnight.” I mumbled and hugged her back before closing my eyes. Yes, we cuddled. I was always the big spoon. That was a perfectly normal thing that all friends would do. There was nothing unusual about best friends that cuddled nearly every night. That’s what I have been telling myself at least, but her body warmth and the smell of her hair was weirdly familiar to me and somehow I would always sleep better when I was sharing a bed with her.

It didn’t take long until she was sound asleep, her head resting on my shoulder. After taking a quick glance at her peaceful face I entered the land of dreams only to wake up again at 4am. I only realised that so much time had passed because the room wasn’t pitch black anymore. I didn’t know why I suddenly woke up from my dream, maybe Y/N had hit me with her elbow in her sleep. After rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I discovered that she was actually awake and staring at me. The look on her face was a mixture of surprise and embarrassment.

“What’s wrong?” I asked confused, furrowing my eyebrows.

“Nothing.” She was quick to answer as a blush crept onto her cheeks.

“Are you sure because your face is telling me otherwise.” I responded, knowing that she was not telling the truth. I knew her well enough to know when she was lying.

“Did you have another bad dream?” I asked carefully, worried about her.

She slowly shook her head. “It wasn’t my dream…” she mumbled emphasizing the ‘my’.

My eyes widened in shook. “Wait a second. I- uhm I.“ I stuttered the images of the dream I just had floating back into my mind.

It was the kind of dream I’ve been talking about earlier. While Y/N suffered from nightmares I was having wet dreams. During the day I tried to convince myself that we were just friends, but during the night my mind wasn’t in denial anymore. My ears became red from embarrassment.

“You talked in your sleep.” Y/N told me, hiding her face behind her hair.

‘Please let this be a dream.’ I pleaded but after I blinked a few times the scenery in front of me hadn’t changed.

There was a lot of moaning happening in my dream and I wondered if I maybe even moaned her name. I was too embarrassed to ask her, but the look on her face gave away the answer to my unasked question anyway.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. It won’t happen again. I just- I don’t even know.” I waffled awkwardly, scratching the back of my neck.

“It’s no big deal, Dan. One can’t control one’s dreams, right? Let’s just go back to sleep and forget about it.” Y/n suggested.

I quickly agreed, flipped my pillow to the cool side and closed my eyes again. It was obviously an impossibility that I would be able to fall asleep again after moaning my best friend’s name in my sleep while she was in the bed next to me. It was even worse that this was not the first time that I had dreamed of her sexually. Let’s forget about it. I wish I could forget about it. I wish I could look at her the same way I look at all of my other friends. I wish I could say that cuddling with her didn’t mean anything to me. I wish I could stop remembering every detail about her and getting excited whenever I spend time with her. I wish I could stop wishing for her to come over in the middle of the night just because I didn’t want to sleep without her anymore. I just couldn’t.

“Y/N?” I carefully asked to check of she was still awake.

“Yes, Dan.” She immediately answered to my surprise. It almost looked like she couldn’t sleep anymore either.

“Do we have to forget about it?” I asked her and my heart was daring to jump out of my chest.

She turned around so she could face me and lifted her body up on her elbow.

“Dan, what do you mean?” she wanted to know, confused by my words that were not making any sense to her.

“What if I don’t want to be just friends?”

My question was followed by a long pause. Maybe the silence wasn’t actually that long, but it sure seemed like an eternity to me.

“Wait. Dan..” she seemed almost speechless.

I was about to hold a speech about how I know that my confession was a bit sudden and that I have been catching myself thinking about her all the time, but she was the first to say something again.

“Are you serious?” she wanted to know and looked at me intensively.

“One hundred percent.” I assured her, wondering where this was going.

“Then I might have a confession to make also.” She bit her bottom lip nervously before she continued.

“After I had the first nightmare and you let me sleep over, I faked having those bad dreams just so I could come over and cuddle with you.”

Not funny!

I’m not sure how this is going to go, so wish me luck!
(F/N/1) - Friends name 1.
(F/N/2) - Friends name 2.
(C/N) - Crushes name.
(Y/N) - Your name.


Ear piercing screams sound through the larger speakers accommodating the large flat screen hung against the wall. Warmth from the large, fluffy white blanket encases me. The edge of the blanket pulled up to rest gently underneath my eyes, blocking the horrific scenes emitting from the tv.

Who the hell chooses to watch a horror movie at two in the morning? My idiot friends and I. 

I was sat at the very edge of the couch, hands clutching the blanket with a death grip. Another scream echoes throughout the house, the noise making me jump slightly. I hear a deep chuckle to the right of me.

(C/N).

I turn to look at him, groaning when I notice him with a large smile placed upon his face. His pearly white teeth are on display, his eyes slightly crinkled in the corners due to his wide smile. His hair nothing but a tangled mess atop his head. 

He leans towards me, his lips mere centimetres from my ear. “Is someone a bit of a scaredy cat?” His voice is barely above a whisper, laced with amusement. Shaking my head slightly, my eyes trained on the tv. Another chuckle escapes (C/N), before he goes back to his original position. 

TAP. TAP. TAP. Three quick moments against my shoulder causes a loud scream to erupt from me, my body jumping straight off the couch. A chorus of loud laughs surround me, (F/N/1), (F/N/2) and (C/N), all toppled over, holding their stomachs.

“That’s not funny,” I whine, hiding my face behind both my hands. After a few moments more of laughter, strong arms wrap around my waist. A rough but gentle hand tugs my hands away from my face, my eyes land instantly on (C/N)s. His arms pull you tightly into his chest, the familiar smell of his cologne engulfs me. 

A soft pair of lips are placed against my forehead. My heart feels like it’s about to jump out of my chest. I begin to worry that maybe, just maybe he can hear my heartbeat. 

He cranes his head down to hover just next to my ear. “I’m sorry for scaring you, but, I must say, you look adorable when you are scared,” the smile is evident in his voice. That same pair of plump, pink lips gently leave a feather light kiss to the nape of my neck.

(C/N)s arms pull me with him back towards the couch. He sits down in his spot, shifting around to get comfortable. Unexpectedly, he pulls me in between his legs. His arms encircle around my waist, pulling me flush against him. “I’ve got you, (Y/N), I’ll protect you from all the monsters.”

Secrecy

Originally posted by shawnzayn

Shawn Mendes x Reader

Word count: 1,136

A/N: @mrsnickclark requested a secret relationship vanilla inspired by Shawn’s (not so recent anymore) tweet about falling in love and that whole debacle. I hope this is okay, love xx

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There are many reasons why Shawn and I are keeping our relationship completely hidden from the rest of the world. One of them being that his management team don’t think it’s a good time to start any drama in his fanbase because it’s in the middle of his Illuminate World Tour promotions. That leads to another reason, which I am most fearful for, which is the response from both Shawn’s fans and the rest of the media that we will surely receive - I don’t know if I can handle that yet. The last reason being that Shawn keeps saying that he doesn’t want me to get hurt but if I’m being honest, it almost hurts more having to hide it. I’d want to yell it from the top of a mountain, that I belong to Shawn and he belongs to me. I hate having to meet him places or having to go somewhere far enough away from any possible crowds. I want to act normal with him in public. I know it’s not that easy, I just wish it was.

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Love Yourself: Build Confidence

So you might have seen earlier, but for those of you who missed it here’s an Ask I got earlier that I wanted to address in a bit more detail:

I could’ve just given a brief answer, but quite frankly, and I don’t think I can state this enough, confidence is such an important thing for crossdressers and Trans* people alike.

Story Time

When I started out this blog, and for a good year afterwards, I was extremely shy. Just think of me as some kind of hermit crab, happy to do anything within my shell but far to retiring to be seen outside of it.

I didn’t really want to draw attention to myself and I certainly didn’t like the idea of people just stumbling across my blog and recognising me. Which is why I covered my face for a lot of my first posts (give yourself a pat on the back if you’ve been around long enough to remember this).

Yeah, just like that.

So what happened? How did I go from a cheap crossdressing imitation of The Laughing Man to the Jessica Blaise we all know and (hopefully) love today?

Well… I’d be lying if I said alcohol wasn’t involved, but the real key was to put myself out there. If you’re constantly hiding away then you’ll never be in a position to be yourself.

For me, it was about taking small steps. When this picture was taken I had a few friends who knew about Jess (she didn’t even have a name back then) but it was a very close-knit circle of people I knew well and trusted. I didn’t truly build confidence until I let other people in.

My neighbours (while I was at uni) came over one day and I, without thinking, had left a picture of Jess on my PC for the world to see. After a few minutes of general conversation, one of them eventually asked “Who’s the girl?”

Now I won’t lie here; my heart jumped out of my chest. My metaphorical hermit crab had been caught outside of its shell wearing heels and bright red lipstick. I froze for a few seconds, but rather than trying to lie I thought about how I could use this to my advantage.

“You don’t recognise her?” He took a closer look but just shook his head. He didn’t have a damn clue that he was looking at the same person he was talking to just wearing a different gender.

I told him it was me, but he straight up didn’t believe me. I even had to call a housemate in to confirm that the girl on the screen was me.

Moral Of The Story

So, as heartwarming and Oscar-worthy of a tale that was, what difference does it actually make?

Well, for one, it made me realise that all these faults and similarities I can see between myself and Jess aren’t as obvious to everyone else. I like to think I know my body and face quite well (we’ve been together for 24 years now, it’s quite the inseparable relationship), and that means that I will always see features of my guy self in Jess. Others will not see them, or at least nowhere near as much as you do.

Secondly, and this one I think is a bit more important, it taught me how to make less of a big deal out of crossdressing. We didn’t have a long heart-felt conversation about it, I didn’t have to speak with him in privacy and tell him everything in confidence. He simply found out and that was that; he would’ve reacted no differently if I had told him I enjoyed archery.

Obviously I didn’t go from shy little hermit crab to Crossdressing Superstar overnight. Rome wasn’t built in a day and neither was my confidence, but once I had broken my shell and realised I didn’t need it as much it became a lot easier to tell others. Every single compliment from a friend or stranger helped to boost that confidence, and I found that insults/hate dissolved quickly and that my friends would always be there to defend me, verbally or otherwise.


I’m gonna leave it there for tonight. I could go on forever about confidence building techniques, but those are the most important ones you’ll need. If you want more 1-to-1 advice please feel free to message me with your situation!

And, as always, here’s a picture for your time. It’s an old one but I think it’s quite apt for this topic.

Remember to like and reblog! The notes I get on these posts really help to tell me whether you ladies are finding them useful or not, and if you have any ideas on what else I could write about then send it over in an ask!

- Jessica Blaise x x

Fratboy!Niall oneshot (smut)

- yea, took me MONTHS, im aware
- 3.5k
- written from Y/N’s pov
- can’t find a title. sue me.
- SMUT. just in case you didnt see.
- i don’t find this that bad but i prefer to warn ppl, name calling, dirty talking, blablabla.
- i didnt proofread. i never proofread. i hate to proofread.
- feedbacks? likes? reblogs? comments? asks? PLEASE? :)
- IMPORTANT: read what i wrote at the end in bold! 

FRATBOY!NIALL ONESHOT SMUT

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BTS Reaction to Seeing You Walk Down the Isle

A/N: So the request was ‘BTS seeing you in a wedding dress’ and it didn’t specify if it was on your wedding day or not so I just made it gender neutral and just went with seeing you walk down the isle. :)


Namjoon: Most likely will cry once he sees you walking down the aisle.  It won’t be full on crying though but some tears will spill.

Taehyung: A smiling mess like “this is actually happening oh my lord I am about to marry the most beautiful person on this earth??!!?!?”

Hoseok: He’s so pumped and when he sees you he literally tells Yoongi with the widest grin,”I’M GETTING MARRIED!!!” and Yoongi is kinda thinking “no shit m8″ but he just laughs at him.

Jin: Dramatic ass would start yelling “THAT’S THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!” and he literally feels like his heart is about to jump out of his chest with joy.

Jungkook: When he sees you is when it hits him that he’s going to spend the rest of his life with you and he just kinda doesn’t know what to do with himself because he’s extremely happy and all these emotions are happening all at once.

Yoongi: Literally everything the two of you have gone through together are running through his head as you walk closer to him. He can’t stop smiling and all he wants to do is kiss you and tell you how much he loves you and just yeah a very soft Yoongs.

Jimin: He’ll turn into mush when he sees you walk past those doors. He’ll hold in his tears and he even has the urge to run to you and just hug you tightly. 

Donald Pierce Fic * P. 1

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 Words: 2, 707 

 Warnings: Smut, smut, more smut, bondage? Total Daddy Kink, Donald Pierce saying ‘Baby’ 

 Note: I wrote this during class so if it sucks, I’m sorry xoxo

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 Each morning was the same. Day after day… That is until I met Donald Pierce, however. I was sorting through the piles of paper on my desk when he opened the door, wearing his signature bomber jacket and cargo pants-yellow sunglasses pushed up the bridge of his nose. Clearing my voice, he looked over at me and asked for some paperwork regarding x24. “Is that the thing they’re making?” “Sure is…” He muttered, thumbing through the sheets of paper with his metal fingertips. “What’s gonna happen to-” He glanced up at me. Raising his eyebrows. “What are we going to do with the children?” He then dropped the files to his hip and sighed. Cocking his head to the right, he nodded slightly. “Sweetheart, It’d be best if you didn’t ask questions. I can tell you’re new-” “I’ve been working here for 5 years, Mr. Pierce.” I angrily shot back. I wasn’t one of those new girls that were going to stick up for him just for a little attention. “I was asking a question. Supposedly you know what you’re doing.” I leaned forward slightly, looking up at him. “I’m beginning to question that. Do you even know what they’re going to do?” Biting his bottom lip, I noticed his gold tooth, and he smiled. “Of course I know what they’re goin’ do. That ain’t my issue ‘round here.” His southern accent was slow. Its thick undertone sending shivers down my back as I let my head fall back, his deep voice still ringing in my ears. I walked past his office one morning, holding files to my chest, and looking in when I heard someone clear their throat in front of me. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Donald standing there. His eyebrow raised in interest. Opening his mouth the speak, I quickly looked down at the floor and hurried past him. My heart slamming against my chest and my whole face hot with embarrassment. The next couple of days, I noticed him hanging around my office. I wouldn’t necessarily call it an ‘office’ other than the desk in the middle that was mine, and the door that closed. I never put anything personal in there, anyways. All that was on my desk were my utensils, about 10,000 pieces of paper, and a to-do list. I wasn’t much for attachments. I would walk up to my door early in the morning before everyone began piling in with spilled coffee and a hangover. Sometimes Pierce would walk slowly down the hall, looking at me. Other days I’d leave or come back from lunch break. He was there. He was always there, and I always noticed. It began to bother me, the way he’d hover around. I wasn’t used to people being so interested in me just filing papers. And I didn’t know why especially now, Donald Pierce, Head of Security, was taking such a fascination. He had plenty of other girls to choose from to wonder about with. It wasn’t like any girls ever purposely made an excuse to do something just to be around him. Just to have a chance he’d look at them. Me? No. Not in a million years. I was here to work. Not fool around with some egotistical asshole who thinks he’s just all that.Yet, every time I saw him, there was this strong pull in my stomach. Working late to get some more files put into the system, I heard the door click open. I already knew it was him, being that he’s the person that ever stayed late besides me. Before he took such interest in me, I had seen him around the facility after the sun went down. Sometimes we would glance over at each other, and he’d just look away without any change in expression. When he came into my office, his eyes lifted from the ground, and he shut the door. “What do you want, Pierce…” I mumbled, not meeting his eyes. After he didn’t answer, I raised my head, and he was sitting on my desk. He sighed, fumbling with my sticky notes. I snatched them away, his machine hand making a clicking sound as he opened his palm. “What do you want?” “Well… Since you asked… I was thinkin if you wanted to go to dinner, maybe.” “You think I’d want to go out with you?” I nearly started laughing. “You think I have feelings for you?” I stood up, about to walk past him when he moved in front of me. I lowered my eyebrows, my laughter dying. He stared down at me. My eyes fell on his chest, and I breathed in. “Move out of my way.” “You didn’t think you was gon’ get out of it that easy now did you…” “Pierce. Move out of my way. I’m not playing your stupid game-” His hand then came up to my throat as he shoved me against the wall. I gasped, my hands sliding over his machine grasp. With his face inches from mine, I could feel his breath on my cheek. He leaned against me, his hips against mine as he lifted me up. My heart pounded against my chest, and I shut my eyes. “What do you want?” I murmured, my voice quiet, strained by his metal fingers. “You.” He growled, and with a single motion, he pushed his lips on mine, and I felt myself become dizzy, my knees weakening. His tongue moved over my gums and teeth, and I bit his bottom lip in desperation. I felt myself wanting him. The pull in my stomach stronger than ever before… He then let go of my neck, and I nearly fell against him. Lifting my hands to his hair, I raked them through his short-cut, taking in a large breath. A soft growl vibrated under his lips before he pulled away, and I leaned back. Trying to catch my breath. His arms were still wrapped around me, his fingers pressing firmly into my back. Swallowing, I looked up at him, and he leaned down. Kissing me again, softer, but still firm. His facial hair tickling the top of my lip. Leaving, he turned his head, and called out, “Tomorrow night, 8:00,” before shutting the door behind him. _ It was 7:45. I had gotten off of work at 7:00 without seeing him the whole day. As I changed into a small fitted black dress, my mind raced through what was going to happen. Telling myself, this is crazy this is crazy. Over and over again to see if I repeated it enough times, it would seem less crazy. It didn’t work. Donald was (surprisingly) right on time. Opening the door, I breathed out, looking over him. Suddenly feeling like I was suffocating, as always when I looked at him. He then walked in, his eyes moving across the living room. Inspecting it. Then, he moved his gaze to me, and my breath hitched in my throat. “So where are the reservations?” I asked, nervously. “Well…” He slowly walked up to me, and I stepped back. The butterflies in my stomach making me feel like I was going to throw up. “That ain’t what I was meanin’ by dinner.” Grabbing me by the waist, he hauled me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. My back hitting the wall with his human hand cradling the back of my head, I gasped, and he kissed me, his lips rough and impatient. As we moved through the hall to the bedroom, I cupped his face, kissing around his mouth and across his jaw line. His machine had slid up my shoulder blade, making a shiver run down my back. Donald then kicked the bedroom door open, nearly throwing me on the bed. I propped myself up using my elbows, and he grabbed by legs. Pulling my body to the edge of the bed. Flipping me over, my face pressed into the sheets, and I heard him unbuckle his pants. My stomach dropped, as he unzipped my dress. Electricity running through my body from his touch. Pulling the remaining fabric from my body, he leaned over me. Kissing my shoulder and neck. His machine hand running down my hips and over my thigh, before sliding his metal fingers down my folds. I shivered. Reaching back and burying my fingers in his hair, I felt his breath on the back of my ear, and I closed my eyes. Feeling him slowly massage my throbbing clit with the cold metal of his fingertips. My hips began to move against his hand as my walls contracted with pleasure. Letting a small moan escape my lips, he pulled his metal hand away, and I looked over my shoulder. Meeting my eyes as he licked my juices from his metal fingers. I gulped down the lump in my throat, and he grabbed my hips. Pulling them back while spreading my legs even more. Aligning himself with my entrance, I felt his tip graze slide carefully over my folds. I moaned. My voice exasperated as I eagerly muttered, “I want to feel you in me so bad… Please daddy.” Donald stopped moving, “what’chu say?” I opened my lips to speak, but nothing came out. “Say it again.” He slid his hand over my throat, yanking my whole body up. His chest pressed against my back. “Daddy.” With my breathing ragged, I closed my eyes, a small smile lining my lips. “I want you to fuck me, daddy.” He then pushed inside of me. Hitting my wall as he slid in. I groaned as he filled me. Pumping his hips, he tightened his grip on my neck, holding me close to his body as he slammed against me. “Daddy-oh fuck…” I gasped, and he moved his other hand to my breast. His thumb grazed over my nipple before he slapped the sensitive skin. I whined, and he struck me again. My breast becoming spotted with red the more his hand came into contact. Then, pulling out of me, he turned me over. Pushing me onto my back, and pulling my legs onto his chest. Spreading my cheeks, he ran his tip over my clit, pressing his member along my folds. As he felt me, I grew impatient and grasped the sheets between my fingers, moaning his name. Leaning down, he ran his machine finger along my jawline, then grabbed my chin. Pulling my face up. Smashing our lips together, he began to thrust his hips more slowly, his teeth running over my bottom lip. He smelled like sweat and cologne, smoke still hazed over his lips from the last cigarette. Moving his mouth to my neck, I felt blood bead where his teeth broke the skin. Leaning my head back to reveal more to him, I held onto his shoulders as his hips moved against mine with a synced rhythm. “You’re so rough with me, Daddy…” “That’s cause you’re mine, baby girl.” He kissed the bottom of my jaw, grunting softly. “Daddy gets to fuck his baby girl-Just right.” His voice began to strain, and he moved his face back to where he had bitten me. Licking the blood from my neck, he chuckled under his breath. The sheets became damp under me from my cum, and orgasms sent waves of pleasure through my body. He hit my G-spot with immense force, and I fell back. My whole body shaking as he continued to fuck me. “Daddy-I’m cuming. You’re making me cum…” I moaned. His gold tooth glinted with a small grin. With his hair falling in front of his face, I watched him begin to waver in strength. His hips bucked and his muscles contracted. Bringing myself up, I grabbed his arms, feeling the outlines of his built stature under my touch. Wet with exhaustion, he pushed me back down. The metal of his fingertips tight around my neck. Gasping for air, I held onto his machine wrist, and he brought his body down-pressing on top of me as he gave out. I felt his hot cum drip out of me. He groaned loudly, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. I breathed out as he released me. Closing my eyes as my body relaxed. Lifting his head, he looked down at me and laid a small, gentle kiss on my lips. “Been wantin’ do that for a while now.” “That all?” I huffed. He cocked his eyebrow, and then pushed himself up. Taking the sheet in between his fingertips, he shredded a piece off. His breathing still heavy. I knew what he wanted to do. Holding out my hands to him, he took my wrists. Tying them behind my back, he took my arm and pulled me onto my knees. “Who’s your daddy, now?” “You.” “Be a good girl.” I looked at him, raising my eyebrows in an innocent gaze. His fingers knotted in my hair as he yanked back. I winced, and he sucked the soft skin of my neck. Sending shooting pain down my shoulder as he purposely bit into me. Then, with an abrupt shove, he brought me over his lap. He swung his legs over the bed so that my head hung off, my blood rushing to my head, and the wounds on my neck dripping onto the carpet. Red was smeared on Donald’s lips. His teeth stained with cum and blood-I looked up over my shoulder, and he smirked. Licking his lips, he brought his hand up and smacked my ass. I yelped. Again, and again, my skin now became hot and irritated. Tears ran down my cheeks, and I cried out. Bringing my face up to his, he yanked at my hair, and I let out a large breath. “That all you got, daddy?” With that, I saw his jaw clench, and he pushed me onto the floor. I landed on my knees, adjusting myself so I faced him. Looking down at his throbbing cock, he brought my head down, and I opened my mouth. Allowing for him to enter me. Pushing himself deeper till I gagged, he grunted under his breath, thrusting his hips slowly. With saliva dripping from my mouth, I felt a sharp shudder go through me, and I nearly came again. I was still hot and swollen with the thought of him inside me. Feeling his cock grow hotter to the touch, I closed my mouth around his cock and met his gaze. His eyes were heavy. His chest red and left with marks from where I had scratched him. Gagging, I let the saliva drip from my lips. Moving the soft skin inside of my cheek against his member until he gasped for air, his whole body seizing with another orgasm. Nipping the skin just below his tip, his cum hit my face. Dripping from my chin onto my breasts. I licked the hot white liquid from the corner of my mouth. The saltiness ran down my throat, and he reached down. Running his machine fingers over the side of my face before letting his hard metal palm meet my chin. My face swept to the side with a stinging pain, and I shut my eyes. Trying to blink out the tears. “Don’t question me again baby girl, or else daddy may get mad.” Nodding, He opened his arms, beckoning me into his lap. Climbing up, he pressed his arms around me. Untying the knot around my wrists, as I pressed into him. My nipples grazing his chest and his facial hair scratching the side of my face. I then wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He kissed my cheek where he had hit me, the blood on my neck now dry.

anonymous asked:

Some borderline smut in where reb calls you princess h oly fuck please?

((I’m really sorry if this is bad!! I tried.))

Eric is confusing. I can’t understand him. I know he cares about me and everything, but I never know where I’m at with him. I don’t know whether we’re just friends or if we’re dating. I’m not sure whether it’s me or him, but fuck it’s confusing.

I hear a knock at my door, my mother was in the shower so I answered. I see a familiar face. It was Eric. I was surprised, in a good way. Every time I see him, my heart jumps out my chest. It’s strange, I’ve never felt that way before. I’ve never felt the way I feel about him with anyone before. I begin suddenly panicking. FUCK I LOOK LIKE SHIT. I wasn’t expecting him to be here. He just stood there with that smug little smirk he always had on his face.
“Oh shit, Reb, what you doing here?” I play with my hair a little bit, I was nervous as fuck.
“I dunno,” he was avoiding eye contact just as much as me, “just wanted to hang out… I guess.” He rubbed the back of his neck.
“Oh,” I pause and look at the ground for a second, “wanna come in?” I ask, making a space for him to enter through the door.

He smiled and nodded, he made his way in through the door and we headed to my room.

We sat on my bed for a while, just talking about shit. We put ‘Natural Born Killers’ on in the background, as we both enjoyed the movie. I was looking at the screen when he placed his hand on my cheek and turned me so I was looking at him. I stare into his green eyes, they honestly pierced my soul. No matter what he did, it made my heart flutter. Every second I sat staring into his eyes felt like an hour. He slowly leaned in, my heart pounding as he did so, and placed his lips on mine. He kisses me softly at first, then it becomes rougher and more passionate, I mimiced his actions. I automatically move my hands to his neck, pulling him closer in. My hands grasp his shirt tightly and his tongue slid across mine, I let out an accidental moans, causing Eric to smirk and me to feel extremely embarrassed. I suppose my moan gave him some confidence, as after I did he began moving his hands across my body. He started at my hips, and slowly danced his fingers up to my breasts. He gently uses one hand to cup me, and uses the other to pull me in closer. I do as he wants, and shuffle over, making every part of my body accessible to him. He’s rougher with me this time, biting my lip as he grabs my breast hard. I let out another small moans, my whole body shivers and I cant help but tug on his hair.

He rolls me onto my back, placing himself between my legs, he begins kissing my again. He uses one hand to balance himself and the other to go up my shirt and under my bra. He kisses me harder and harder as he plays with my now hard nipples. He draws his attention to my neck now, not wasting any time being gentle, he viciously licks and nibbles on my sensitive flesh. I claw at his back and bite my lip to suppress my moans.
“F-fuck,” I moan, “Eric you’re making me so-”
He interrupts me, his voice was filled with demand, “You’re my fucking princess, okay?”
I nod at his statement, not too sure what to say next. He puts his crotch against mine and grinds himself against me, causing me moan his name. He swiftly places his hand over my mouth to muffle my unstoppable moans. He keeps kissing my neck, touching my breasts, and grinding against me. By doing this he sends my into a frenzy. I want him so bad.
“Eric, I want you so bad right now.” I whisper into his ear, causing him to grind on me harder.
“I want you too, princess,” I close my eyes, enjoy every moment of him, “but not right now.” He says pulling away, and sitting where he previously was.
“B-but-”
He places a sweet kiss on my lips, and tucks my hair behind my ear, “Not yet, Princess.”
The look in his eyes explained it without having to use words. I just nod and listen. I placed my head on his shoulder and snuggled into him.

13 Reasons Why Headcanons:

Clony’s first kiss:

(Okay, so this one got pretty long and turned kinda fanfic-y near the end ‘cause I got really into it, but oh well. Also, while I believe that Clay isn’t oblivious enough to not know what Bisexual is, I do think that at first with everything going on in his life he might not make that connection with himself.)

-At first, Clay doesn’t understand the way his stomach feels like a thousand butterflies whenever he’s around Tony, or the way his heart stutters the way it does whenever the older boy smiles and laughs, he doesn’t get why it makes a heat creep up the side of his neck and cheeks whenever Tony compliments him. At first, it doesn’t make any sense to him that Tony makes him feel the very same way that Hannah did, because he loved Hannah and Tony’s just a- oh. He’s in love with Tony.

-He doesn’t do it intentionally but he starts to avoid seeing Tony as much as he can. He needs time to figure things out and sort through all these new feelings, which, truthfully, still have him baffled- he liked girls, how could he have feelings for Tony as well? He didn’t understand and he was truly starting to think that there might be something wrong with himself -and so he took to turning the other way in the halls, declining offers to be drove home and ignoring the other boys text and calls.

-Tony’s not sure when he first knew that he was in love with Clay; it wasn’t gradual or a sudden realisation, it just was. He’d come to accept a long time ago, though, that he’d never be able to have that kind of relationship with the younger boy and that was okay- most days it was enough to just be friends with him. He’d never wanted to ruin that, or make Clay uncomfortable, so he’d kept the truth to himself and tried to move on- though, obviously that hadn’t worked out as planned if Brad dumping him told you anything -because to think of them not having any kind of relationship at all destroyed him.

-It doesn’t take long for Tony to notice that there’s something wrong with Clay, or the way that he’s purposefully avoiding Tony, himself. What he doesn’t get is why- he’d thought they’d gotten past this, that him and Clay had come to a certain understanding and trust with each other, so it hurts to think that the younger boy is intentionally shutting him out. He’s nothing if not determined, though, and he’s not about to let Clay slip through his fingers that easily without at the very least an explanation.

-He almost literally kidnaps Clay one day after school, making sure to be out before the younger boy can escape and refusing to take no for an answer when he offers to drive him home; he doesn’t want to force Clay to do anything he doesn’t want to, but he needs to get to the bottom of this. When Clay makes it clear that he isn’t going to initiate any kind of communication, Tony does it for him, “Clay, come on, man. Talk to me.” He only hopes he’ll get an answer.

-Clay knows that Tony’s only trying to help the best way he knows how, but he can’t help but feel frustrated with the older boy- just being near the perfectly tanned boy had his nerves tingling and Clay couldn’t take feeling that way anymore, not when he knew he could never have what he wanted, that Tony would never feel the same way; he was with Brad after all. He doesn’t know how to answer Tony other than with, “I don’t know what you want me to say, Tony.” … “I want you to tell me what’s been going on with you, why you’ve been avoiding me, whatever it is that you’re feeling.”

-“What I’m feeling?… How about I don’t f*cking know, okay?! Everytime I see you it’s like my heart tries to jump out of my chest and I don’t get it, okay? I don’t know if there’s something wrong with me because I loved Hannah, so I can’t have these feelings for you but I do. Okay? I do.” Clay’s chest heaves after the outburst, his mind reeling; what had he just done? He’d probably ruined their friendship forever. He forces his gaze to stay out of the window, unable to bring himself to look at Tony’s reaction. “You have feelings… For me?” Clay doesn’t know what it is that he hears in Tony’s voice- though the lack of hate brings him a sense of relief -but he’s quick to try and fix whatever he might have broken between the two,“No, yes… I don’t know? I think so and I get it if you think that’s weird, I’m your friend and-”

-Clay doesn’t get to finish off the rest of his babbling because Tony’s lips are on his, soft and gentle and filled with passion and it takes a moment before Clay’s brain is able to catch up with the moment and reciprocate the kiss, pouring out all of his feelings into it. When they finally pull apart they’re both panting and Tony’s voice is breathless when he says, “I have feelings for you too, okay?” and Clay can do nothing but dumbly nod with a dopey smile on his face.

House of Memories

Summary- 2016 is finally over and Dan remembers a few of the good and bad times he’s had with Phil over the years. 

Genre- Fluff/Angst

Warnings- None

Word Count- 2,393

A/N- Again I listened to a song and thought hey why not turn this into something. I kinda want to create a part two to this but eh. 

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“It’s finally here, the end of 2016.” I whisper to myself as I look over at Phil. The smile on his face is somehow brighter than the fireworks exploding in the sky, but not surprising either.

“Dan!” Phil screams out of nowhere, causing me to jump.

“Wha-” He cuts me off by placing a warm kiss to my lips. His arms snake around my neck, my arms make their way around his waist pulling him closer to me. It’s nothing heated or desperate either. Just calm and loving, us enjoying the other being here.

Phil pulls away looking at me smiling, that cheeky smile when he knows he got what he wanted. “You could have just asked you damn spork.”

“I like my way better, Danny.” He teases, laying his head on my chest. “Besides, don’t you remember our first kiss?”

“How could I ever forget? You tackled me in your room.”

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I Am An Alpha Ch 8: They’re Here

The sun is barely coming up. A pink hue takes over the sky mixing with the blue to create a beautiful purple. A large wall of tall windows seems impractical for keeping this massive castle warm but it does look beautiful. I try to crawl out of the bed but the arms around my waist keep me in place. Rolling over I come face to face with a sleeping angel. Yixing looks so peaceful as he sleeps, I find myself reaching out to stroke his cheek.

“Hyung, I have to go to the bathroom,” I whisper hoping it will work it’s way into his sub consciousness or something and he would let me go.

“I’ll walk you there,” He offers without even opening his eyes.

“I can get there myself, thank you very much,” I chuckle, “I just need you to let me go.”

“You make it sound like it would be so easy,” He grumbles as he pulls me closer and tucks his face into the crook of my neck where it has been all night.

“I know it’s hard but nature is calling.”

He squints at the clock behind me realizing it’s only 7:30, “We’ve only been asleep for a couple hours, go back to bed.”

“That’s because someone kept talking,” I tease. “Come on Hyung, I’ll be right back.”

He groans but lets me out of bed. I scramble away at the chance and make my way to the bathroom. I rush in and catch sight of myself in the mirror and almost give myself a heart attack. It has been along time since I’ve actually looked at myself in a well-lit mirror, oh god I look horrible. My hair is a mess of caramel colored waves that are a few shades darker than my skin tone. I meet green eyes in the mirror that don’t even look like mine, it has been too long since I’ve seen myself. Even in Yixing’s baggy clothes I can see how skinny I am, I don’t have to weight myself to know that I’m too thin for my even my small height.

Speaking of that, Baekhyun never brought up the food, so I’m starving, which is something I’ve been used to but I not used to there being food so close. I come out of the bathroom to find Yixing peaceful sleeping once again. Nibbling on my lip I tip toe to the door hoping to find a little something to eat. The idea of just asking someone for help occurs but I shut it down, I don’t need them for everything. Oh so slowly I make my way down the hall and down the stairs, the house is completely silent as I shuffle my way to the kitchen. I’m faced with things I’ve never had to deal with before, a stove, fridge, and microwave. Things I’ve seen or heard of but never actually used myself. Maybe I should have asked for help.

As if sensing my panic a large silver wolf comes running in sending me up on to the counter in an attempt to get away. The wolf looks at me and whines, he comes closer slowly, his ears flat against his head showing he isn’t a threat. I sniff the air looking for a scent to figure out who this beautiful wolf is, he smells sweet, like cinnamon, I cock my head as I try to place the smell.

“Baekhyun hyung?”

The wolf nods his large head.

“Good morning,” I bow my head to him as I climb down off the counter and take a step closer to him. I offer him my hand that he eagerly rubs against.

“You are all so beautiful in your wolf form, I’m jealous,” I chuckle.

He whines again and licks my cheek.

“What are you doing awake? Did you smell me?”

A nod.

“Ah, I see, I was just looking for something to eat but I didn’t want to wake Yixing hyung up. But now I realize that I’m not equipped to cook for myself here, I’ve never used this stuff before, so could I bother you for some help?”

He nods eagerly again before turning around and running off.

“He has to transform,” I remind myself. I hop back up on the counter and begin humming to myself. The main floor feels a lot colder than before. I remove myself from the counter once more to go explore a bit, following the cold blowing air. I’m surprised to see the living room from yesterday but with the massive wall of windows pulled to the side opening the whole room to the bitter winter cold. My arms wrap around my shivering body in a sad attempt to protect myself from the nipping air. Something in the distance catches my attention, a light brown wolf running out of the forest towards the house, and towards me.

I sniff the air and crinkly my nose, a small growl rumbles in my chest. It’s another alpha but not one I know. It seems to hear my warning to stay away and stops in the middle of the field. He smells the air before letting out a growl of it’s own, I forget I no longer smell like an alpha, to him I’m just a weak omega. The alpha charges at me, teeth bared, it’s growl rings in my ears. I can’t hide the smile growing on my face, it’s been a long time since I’ve had a good fight with this strong of an alpha and it would be a lie to say I’m not excited.

I don’t hold back and charge at him right into the ankle deep snow but I ignore the cold. The wolf jumps and is able to take me down to the ground, basically burring me in the snow but not for long. I manage to roll over so I’m on top using his own massive weight against him. No matter how small I am in my human form it’s all about skill in these kinds of fights, strength is important but not always necessary to have the upper hand. I get ready to do my usual moves when another unfamiliar scent hits my nose but this one is different.

Mate, my wolf howls. That’s impossible, there can’t be more, I already have six! How the hell can I have anymore? None of the others mentioned anything about there being more, fucking great. The scent of coffee tickles my nose, what a yummy smell. I’m brought out of my thoughts when the wolf suddenly kicks me off on to my back. I quickly scramble to my feet, crouched low, ready to attack. He is in the same position, teeth bared, claws out. For a brief moment I consider transforming to even the playing field but it’s been too long since I’ve done it and I’ve never actually fought in my wolf form. The extra strength and speed would be useless if I can’t use it properly.

He takes a step closer, I mirror his action and take a step back, he’s going to lunge for me again. I just have to do it right this time, I try to push the delicious calling scents out of my head to focus on the wolf in front of me. As expected he comes at me again, I prepare myself, letting him take me down without any fight. But what I wasn’t expecting was his paws managing to pin down my hands. His massive paws the same size as my hands, keeping me locked in place.

Oh no.

I growl loudly in his face, regardless of my position I’m not going to submit to this bastard. I swear to god I hear him laughing, but not for long with I begin fighting him with all my might. He snarls in my face, flashes his teeth to show that he means business but I don’t care and I don’t stop. His snout goes for my neck, I resist the urge to scream when his wet nose brushes against my neck, followed by the sharp point of his teeth, waiting and ready to rip out my throat. That sends my body into over drive. I have not lived this long to let some bitch alpha do this to me. This isn’t about testing out my strength anymore, hell it’s not even about my pride right now it’s my fucking life on the line.

My heart is racing in my chest, not a panic attack right now, I have to finish this before I freeze. I pull my knees to my chest, wedging them in between the wolf and me and manage to kick him off me. He slides into the snow, I don’t give him or myself a chance to breath and run straight at him. He doesn’t even have a moment to get to his feet, I jump on top of his, straddling his rip cage that I know must have a least some damage and use that to my advantage. I squeeze my thighs together making the wolf whimper and freeze for a second. I reach for his snout to keep the fucking mutt from snapping at but only manage to wrap my hand around the bottom of his jaw, landing four my fingers right in his mouth He quickly snaps his mouth close, making me grunt in pain but I don’t try to let go. Again, I use his eagerness to attack against him and pin his head back against the pure white snow that slowly turns red from my blood dripping from his mouth.

I glare down that bastard, it’s about to get a lot messier. With his throat exposed to me I draw my free hand back to get enough force to shove my hand right through his neck. He realizes my intentions and frantically begins kicking his back legs but I have him pined.

“There is no getting out of this Alpha,” I snarl in his ear, pissed that this wolf would dare start a fight with me on my own mates’ territory. I would be lying to say I’m not still shaking with fear and I know my panic attack will be setting in soon leaving me useless. I need to finish this.

“Insoo!” Kris roars from the patio.

I don’t look at him but I can feel the rage pouring not just out of him but four more of my mates that are standing there. The wolf beneath my whimpers at the presence of my mates, whether it’s because he thinks they will save him or if he’s afraid they will kill him, I’m not sure.

“Insoo let him go and come here,” Kris commands, his voice thick with dominance.

“He attacked me first! Why are you upset with me? What is he doing here anyway?” I snap back, angry that he would be mad at me when I was just protecting them and myself.  

“I’m not mad at you little wolf, I’m concerned, now don’t make me say it again,” His tone is softer but carries the same authority. I’m about to obey when four more wolves appear from the forest. My mind is still in defensive mode so I can’t hold back the growl rumbling in my chest. “Ignore them right now,” Kris demands, “Just look at me right now. I know you are on edge but just ignore them, they will not hurt you.”

“This wolf-“ I stammer out, glancing down at the still whimpering wolf below me.

“Will be dead if it tires to fucking touch you again, don’t think about that just come to me.” He holds out his arms to me, his scent intensifies as if he’s trying to draw me in with just that amazing smell and his pretty face. Lucky for him I’m a sucker for pretty boys and I could also really use a hug right now. I let go of the wolf and shuffle across the field to his warm embrace. My hands act on their own and lock themselves to the soft fabric of the back of his t-shirt. He leans down to give me access to his neck where I quickly bury my face. “Can I pick you up? Your feet must be freezing.” I nod. He easily lifts me up without removing my face from his neck, my legs wrap around his waist automatically.

“When did you two get so close?” Baekhyun grumbles as Kris carries me inside.

Kai answers, “She bared her neck to him last night,”

“I’m awake you know,” I look up briefly to glare at them.

“Close the doorway once the others come in, Tao go grab a blanket, Kai you get something warm to drink, Sehun,” Kris eyes the younger up and down, “give me your socks.”

They all scatter while Sehun struggles to peel off his socks and hands them to Kris, I can’t help but chuckle, “Thanks Hyung,” I grin. The older gives me a small smile in return. Kris sets me down on a chair in the dining room before kneeling in front of me and helping me put the socks on my freezing feet. I glance down at my hand and grimace at the sight of the nasty bite marks on my fingers. Kris glances up when he is done and notices me staring at them. He follows my gaze and automatically snarls at the sight.

“He fucking bit you!” The head alpha roars, unleashing a massive amount of dominate pheromones.

“I thought you knew,” I grumble as I slouch under his gaze. “I’m sorry.”

His gaze softens at my apology, “I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at that bastard.” He strokes my head before placing a short kiss on my forehead, “Tao! Yell up for Yixing and tell him to bring his medical kit.”

“It’ll heal soon,” I remind him.

“I don’t give a single fuck, you are my mate and you were hurt in my care,” He begins pacing in front of me, his hands run through his hair in frustration.

I chuckle, “True, my hyungs are going to be pissed.”

“Forget about yours, I’m worried about mine.”

“That reminds me!” I jump to my feet, making my mate panic. He reaches out to grab me but I swat his hands away, “What the hell did you guys neglect to tell me?” I can tell he is taken back by my suddenly aggressive personality, so much different than how I was only yesterday.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m talking about the wolf that is running through the forest towards us right now. I think there might be more but I only caught the scent of one.”

His eyes go wide, “They’re back early.”

“Who?”

“The rest of our pack, the rest of your mates.”

“The rest? How many are there of you?”

“Twelve all together.”

My jaw drops to the floor, “Twelve? Are all of you my mates?”

“We are guessing yes but we won’t know until they all get here.”

I sink to the floor and pull knees to my chest, whether it’s my panic attack finally settling in my chest and making me basically catatonic for a minute or the realization that I have 12 mates, I’m not sure. Twelve, seriously? I can’t handle twelve guys, let alone twelve alphas. I can’t tell how possessive they are yet but from what I’ve heard alphas get extremely aggressive and angry when anyone even looks at their mate. This going to be interesting.

“What the hell happened?” Yixing roars the moment he sees me on the floor and Kris pacing. He hasn’t even seen my hand yet.

Kris spins around and looks about ready to murder the other, “I don’t know, why don’t you tell me what our mate was doing out all by herself!”

“I let her go for a second, she said she was coming back and-“

“And she almost got killed by Taemin because you let her run around by herself!”

“First off,” I step into the conversation, my panic attack suddenly feeling farther away with the more familiar wolf’s presence. “If anyone in that fight got killed it would have been this Taemin fellow, you saw yourself that I was winning so don’t make me a completely helpless victim. Second, I snuck away while Yixing hyung was sleeping to go find something to eat so don’t blame this on him.”

“He should have been watching you,” Kris protests.

“I don’t need a guard or an escort thank you very much.”

At this point we a pretty much chest to chest, our eyes locked in a silent battle for dominance that I don’t back down from. Tao returns with the blanket in hand, Kai has a mug of some herbal tea, Sehun is just standing there looking utterly confused and scared for me. They all stare in shock that I would dare argue like this with their head alpha especially after seeing me so weak yesterday. But that fight got my blood going and reminds me that I’m not some weak little pup, I’m an alpha, well at least personality wise I am.

He sighs and looks away first, he closes his eyes and surprises me by resting his head on my shoulder. His nose slowly inches closer to my neck until I feel the cold tip of it brush against my skin. I let him breath in my scent, I even wrap my arms around his neck to bring him closer. I can tell he doesn’t want to fight with me and I feel kind of bad for even trying to start a fight but they need to know I’m not some weakling.

“The hyungs are here,” Tao pouts.

“They’re here! Already! We haven’t even had a chance to spend time with her,” Sehun almost whines.

“I’m with Sehun hyung on this one,” I sigh running my hands through my hair. “I barely know you six, I don’t know if I can handle six more already. I think I need to sit down. I also think I need a bandage before someone has a conniption. You alphas do that when your mate is hurt right? You freak out and stuff?” I hold up my hand for everyone to see, which apparently is a very bad idea. The whole room feels like it’s vibrating when every alpha lets out a terrifying growl that has me curling up on the chair I had occupied before. “Does that mean I don’t get a band aide?”

“Lay,” Kris has to close his eyes and take a minute to calm down. The others just watch on, completely pissed while Yixing comes over, a small smile on his face and a first aide kit in his hands. He pulls out some antiseptic and sprays my hand making me whimper in pain, and making the others take a few steps closer and let out a small growl.

“I don’t like it either but I don’t want it to get infected,” He glances over his shoulder at the youngers and glares at them.

“Fix my hand please Hyung,” I wave my injured hand in front of his face to get his attention back. He look back to me with a much kinder face and pulls a bandage out of his first air kit. With gentle hands he wounds the bandage around my hand and through my fingers until the whole bite mark is covered. He kisses it softly making me smile, “Thank you.”

“You are welcome love, now are you ready to meet the rest of us?” He offers me his hand that I happily accept.

“Not one bit but that seems to be the way I’ve been doing my whole life so why stop now. I can totally handle twelve mates, six more of you should be no problem. Plus you are all the scary ones right? The others should we fine and sweet, right?”

I look to the others hopefully but find Baekhyun shaking his head, “Minseok hyung can be a very scary guy, I’m actually starting to feel less angry with Taemin, I think I might pity the poor thing. He’s going to be slaughtered.”

“If Minseok hyung doesn’t one of the others definitely will. Soo hyung has been pretty vicious lately,” Kai grimaces.

“You guys aren’t helping,” Yixing snarls, they look to me, finally being able to sense the panic coming off me.

“Please don’t be scared little wolf,” Tao coos coming closer, he’s even brave enough to put his arm around my shoulders, which I don’t mind. He smells like new leather, his scent makes me think of my days in the army but fun days with my pack, I find myself smiling and leaning into his embrace. “We got you little wolf, so don’t be scared. Remember to be brave, you’re an alpha if I’m correct? Aren’t you supposed to be brave and daring? You just tackled a strong alpha a few minutes ago, what changed?”

“It’s different,” I grumble, “I can fight off some of the strongest alphas but I’m not fighting you guys. I want to be warm towards you guys and I’m not used to doing that so it’s the complete opposite of what I’m used to doing.”

“You will do fine, you radiate warmth with just a little smile,” Yixing strokes my head.

“I think you should bare your neck to everyone here, if that’s okay,” Kris suggests glancing towards the living room doorway where I’m guessing the rest of my mates are waiting.

“We haven’t really had a chance to emotionally bond with her though,” Tao worries even though I’m already half way in his embrace.

“I’ll be a lot easier for her if at least half of us have physically bonded with her, it’ll give her more people to depend on other than Lay and I.”

I sigh, “He’s right, it’s okay Hyung, go ahead,” I close my eyes, tilt my head to the side and expose my neck to him. He’s hesitant for just a moment before I see his eyes flash gold and his alpha takes over, his head dips down to burry his nose in the crook of my neck. I didn’t realize how intimate of an action this is until I open my eyes to see everyone watching on with envy. Our arms are wrapped around each other holding the other closer.

“You smell like flowers,” He muses.

I chuckle,  “Thank you, I’ve been getting that.”

“So sweet,” He mumbles. It only lasts a second more before he is pulled away by Kai, whose eyes are bright red, I’m guessing with jealousy.

“There are others waiting,” The younger reminds him. Tao glares but steps back more. I gulp when Kai takes a step towards me. Again I bare my neck, this time I’m a bit shakier. “Don’t look so scared love,” Kai says in a much sweeter voice. I take a deep breath to calm my racing heart as he takes the final step so we are chest to chest. “Flowers,” He hums, he leans down and takes a deep breath.

“Caramel,” I mumble back, “You smell just like caramel.”

“See?” He leans back and gives me a handsome smile, “I’m not scary am I?”

I chuckle, “Maybe just a little.”

“My turn!” Sehun interjects eagerly.

“What do you smell like Sehun hyung?” I smile at the cute alpha that can change so quickly.

He sniffs his own shirt, “You tell me.”

I reach up and grab him by the back of the neck, I pull him down to my level and tuck my face into the crook of his neck, “Vanilla.”

“They are right, flowers.”

Kris claps his hands together to get everyone’s attention, “I know that we would all like to sit down and talk about how amazing she smells but right now we have six very angry and jealous alphas outside on the patio and I can feel seven more approaching, we need to go out there quick.”

“My pack is coming!” I grin.

“And they are about to run into our hyungs who have no idea who they are,” Sehun grimaces.

“This isn’t going to go well is it Hyung?” I look to Kris.

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, “No, Little wolf, it this will not.”

All I Need Is You (Intro)

Summary: Dan has always been a goody-two-shoes wallflower. He’s never gone out of his comfort zone once in his life, always living in his happy world bubble. Phil is a realist, a punk with an agenda, never one to settle down. When these two troubled souls finally collide, their lives just might change forever.

Paring: Danisnotonfire & AmazingPhil

Genres: Teenage!Phan, Drama!AU, Fluff, Smut!

Word Count: 963

Warnings: Mentions of violence, blood, fights, crimes, illegal drugs (marijuana), underage drinking, cursing and mentions of depression.

A/N: Hey phamalam! I’ve come up with a new fic idea that’s been bubbling in my head for quite sometime now, and I’m finally ready to post the intro. I hope this is enjoyable, this is the kind of stuff I love to write, and because I’m better at it than third person, this will be a first person story, going to diff perspectives of dnp. Please let me know what you think by liking, reblogging, and feedback! :) (also, this is pretty short bc it’s only the intro! future chapters will be longer!)

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