no more dizzie!

Fell for You  (Draco x Reader)

“can i have a draco x reader where the reader gets sick or passes out during class?? like really fluffy thanks!!!” thank you so much for your request! hope you like it!

Ever since Slughorn took over as the new Potions professor, class has been nothing short of interesting. The first couple of lessons were challenging since no one really knew what Slughorn was really like, would he be as strict as Snape or caring as Lupin had been? You all soon found out that he was the definition of frazzled, not all quite there, but overall he meant well. And of course, just like Snape, he had his favorites, meaning Harry Potter. That didn’t sit well with most of the Slytherins in the class, but you tried to ignore their nasty remarks towards your friend but sometimes their teasing was too much and as a fellow Gryffindor you had to defend both your friends and your house. But today you weren’t feeling much of the fighting spirit in you, you had a terrible headache and wanted nothing more than to be curled up in bed but alas you trudge your way to class.

You slowly made your way to your seat, but you noticed that Lavander Brown had taken your usual seat since you were late. Probably so she could stare at Ron…The only available seat was next to Draco so you begrudgingly made your way there as Harry and Hermione sent you a sad smile knowing that you were in no mood to put up with the Slytherin Prince.

You weren’t feeling well and it didn’t help that everyone was being extremely chatty today,

“Settle down! Settle down! Ms. Brown, please stop making googly eyes at Mr. Weasley…As I was saying, today we will be making a very challenging potion, the draught of peace! So, let’s get to it!” Slughorn announced, and with that everyone stood up and headed towards the back to grab what they needed. You weren’t surprised to see that everyone pretty much grabbed all of the moonstone powder so you had to wait for someone to be done with theirs so you could start.

But it looked like everyone was taking their sweet time getting set up and actually starting the potion.

“I’m almost done adding the powder, you can have it after it.” Draco said to you once you sat down. Were you hallucinating or was Draco Malfoy actually being nice to you? You and Draco never really talked, except for the cordial ‘hello,’ from time to time.

You simply nodded as you tied your hair back, most of the class had ignited their cauldrons and the heat was starting to get to you.

You both worked in silence and had a system of sharing going on, you had the ingredients needed for the second half of the potion and Draco had the beginning ones, so you would switch when you needed to.

“Stir until the potion turns orange, and then add more porcupine quills until the potion turns turquoise.” You read out loud for what seemed to be the third time, the heat in the room was becoming unbearable and you were having a hard time focusing.

“Are you alright Y/L/N?” Draco asked you after the fourth time.

“Um, yeah, never been better,” you said trying to sound convincing.  He simply nodded and went back to his own potion but he wasn’t the only one showing concern for you, Hermione kept shooting you worried looks. After a few more minutes she poured some of her potion into a vial for grading and then made her way towards you, she was expecting a nasty remark from Draco but he simply looked up and nodded towards you, his brow furrowed in concerned.

“Hey, I just finished mine, do you need any help, Y/N?” she asked as she came to stand next to you.

“Hi ‘Mione, and no that’s okay, I’m nearly finished, I just need to get add some more powdered porcupine quills and I’ll be done.” Unbeknownst to you, Draco was listening intently to your conversation. He noticed how quiet you were during breakfast in the Great Hall and how you were late to most of your shared classes. He has a soft spot for you, most of the Slytherins didn’t mess with you in fear of receiving backlash from Draco. Ever since class started he noticed how flushed you were. He was thankful Hermione came over to you because he knew you didn’t really trust him.

He was done with his own potion, and Hermione was helping you out until Ron stole her away because he needed help putting out the fire he created.

“Almost done?” he asked.

“Yeah, I just need to, to…to get a vial and bottle it up.” You said softly, becoming more and more dizzy with every word you spoke.

“Hey, are you okay?” He said looking alarmed by how pale you had turned all of the sudden.

“I’m fi-” Your world turned black before you could answer back.

You were definitely not fine.

You woke up a few hours later with a pounding headache, you slowly opened your eyes, but promptly closed them because of the bright lights of the infirmary. After a few minutes you tried once again with much more success and tried to sit up but felt the room spin out of control once again.

“Woah, take it easy there.” A voice said next to you, soon enough your eyes met the worry ones of none other than Draco Malfoy’s.

“Draco?”

“Yes?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Well after you decided to test out if gravity, Potter and I brought you to Madame Pomfrey.” He said as he softly pushed you back into the plush pillows.

“Where’s Harry?” you asked, not seeing the mess of curls anywhere. Draco’s eyes flickered with something that you’ve never seen before. It wasn’t the usual flicker of annoyance.

“Sorry, your little boyfriend had to go to Quidditch practice. He said he would come by later.” Draco said curtly.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You said with the same curt tone but before he could say something else you cut him off.

“Wait, don’t you have practice as well? Don’t Slytherins usually practice at the same time and place to piss off our team?”

“Well I skipped today.”

“The Slytherin seeker skipping out on practice? I certainly feel honored, your team must really hate me right now.”

“Yeah, I would definitely watch out for them if I were you.” He chuckled.

“Did you really skipped practice for me?”

“Well, I had to make sure you were okay, I’m not as bad as Potter and Weaslbee make me out to be.” He said, his cheeks turning a soft pink as he rubbed his neck nervously.

“Thank you, Draco.” You said grabbing his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” that was the first time he called you by your first name.

“So, I was thinking, if you’re done testing out gravity, would you like to go with me on the next Hogsmeade trip?”

“Draco Malfoy, are you asking me out on a date?” you said, unable to fight off the smile spreading across your face.

“That depends, if you say yes then yeah I am.” he said, trying to fight off the nerves with his usual debonair.

“It’s a date.” You answered smiling softly, Draco smiled rivaled your own. You were certainly glad that you literally fell for him today.

It’s been THREE years since the first time we saw this

And this 

And this

And these two sharing these smiles


And bonus brain still fuzzy/can’t believe that just happened Darcy.

one of my absolute favorite things in movies or shows is when the character is really dizzy and about to pass out and the audience sees things from that character’s pov – the spinning, blurring environment, the darkening vision, and the companion looking at them in concern and asking if they’re alright in a faraway, echoey voice before everything fades to black.

7

you take my hand and drag me head first fearless

drunk boyfriend tag

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

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

by: angelboydjh on tumblr

word count: ~1.8k

first fic posted!! please, ignore any mistakes and reblog and like!! ilu!! send in requests for fics :-)

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

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

“why?” asked phil, sipping his Ribena.

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

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

“wanna do a toast?” asked phil.

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

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

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

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

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

*:・゚✧

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“lucky guess.” he muttered jokingly.

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

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

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

“what about me?” asked dan.

“the south.”

“ugh! exact place!”

“not fair, you didnt do that for me!”

“ugh, whatever.” dan pouted again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*:・゚✧

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

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

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

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

“uh, phil.” dan said.

“yes?” phil hummed.

“you posted the wrong video.”

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

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

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

“i was drunk too!”

“well, i would keep it up.”

“why?”

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

Ours

Request: Shawn + Y/n move in together / he video of Shawn hugging Aaliyah from behind! But instead of it being Aaliyah can it be like Y/n?

a/n: hiii!! so i know you all want a part two to TiC but i actually wrote this before that so i think it’s time that i uploaded it😂 and it also gives a nice break from the ~angst of TiC😂😂 i hope you enjoy this short little fluffy piece! i’d love to know what you all thought!!

           You were never moving again.  You swore that to yourself right then and there while you carried up two boxes to the sixth floor of your new apartment building.  Or, the next time that you moved, you would make sure that the elevator wasn’t temporarily out of service.  All the boxes were almost up; thanks to the help of Aaliyah, Brian, your dad and Shawn’s dad.  There were a few more left, but you and Shawn convinced everyone that the two of you were fine getting them on your own.

           Oh, what a lie that was.

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Luna learning to use a smartphone
  • Gets frustrated cause she just doesnt get it
  • Takes her a while to learn the diference between swipe to unblock and hold to answer
  • Often times mixes them
  • Prompto teaches her how to use the camera app
  • “Now you can ask her for sultry pictures yourself Noct“ rip prompto
  • Noctis teaches her how to use snapchat
  • Oh god snapchat
  • She finds it easier than writing regular text because its hard to type.
  • Sends Noct 24757272628 pictures of flowers and the dogs.
  • “Why does this say I cannot send pictures to Ravus?“ “Well…“
  • Ravus owns a basic feature phone.
  • After she is more confortable with texting, Noctis teaches her how to use LINE.
  • OH GOD LINE.
  • Or should I say STICKERS APP™.
  • She finds a sticker for every human emotion ever felt.
  • Noctis is amazed and a little bit scared of this hability.
  • Gladio shows her a few reading apps but it makes her too dizzy. She’s more of a physical books’ owner
  • After a phoenix down Prompto teaches her about the snapchat filters.
  • Cue Prompto and Luna taking cute and silly pictures.
  • They send a face swap to Noctis. Noctis sends them a stare from the other side of the room.
  • Face swap with Umbra and Pryna.
  • Suddenly, they get a face swap with Gentiana. She is nowere to be seen and Luna’s face floats over their heads in the app.
  • They stop taking pictures for the day.
  • She prints a sfw nude for Noctis and sends it trough their notebook because she doesnt trust the internet lines with that kind of information. Noctis never coments on it but she never gets to see the picture again.

anonymous asked:

hey i saw u reblog the alex x reader au today and if you want to id love to see a sequel to that maybe w scott finding out or like a secret relationship or scott finding out about the secret relationship ;;)))) thanks in advance!!! ps i love ur writing and you you are a goddess among us

Alex Summers + best friend’s older brother au [refer to this drabble]

A/N: okay so like if i’m being realistic with myself the odds of me ever actually writing this out properly: slim to fucking none because this has been sitting in my inbox for months BUT I can provide you with the full out headcanons of how it all came to be in the first place. so. (hey @kurtwxgners@mvximoff@rax-writes@paperclipmac have some alex stuff) (sidenote: karley we should revisit this au sometime bc its a good one [eyes emoji])

nsfwish? almost? idk there’s like? heavy making out at the end? idk?

  • You’ve been best friends with Scott since forever because your parents were friends so it just kind of happened
  • As a result of this, you’ve also been around Alex since forever because you were always at the Summers house
  • You’ve also had a lowkey crush on Alex since you started to think boys maybe weren’t so gross after all
  • It stayed pretty lowkey, till the summer before junior year, but you didn’t make a thing about it because 1) you figured it would make shit weird and 2) you figured out that Alex was planning to go abroad for his senior year so why would you intentionally bring it up when he’s about to leave
  • Alex found an exchange to go on and did his senior year abroad and you went through junior year being Scott’s best friend like nothing had changed because nothing really had changed and not seeing Alex for the year made your crush kind of hibernate
  • Then during the summer after he finished high school and the one right before your senior year, he found a work placement and worked the entire summer, earning money, and you see him like once or twice but mostly he’s living with a new friend Sean a town over
  • You don’t really see him again till he’s home on his first break from college and damn he looks so much better than you remember him looking and your crush is definitely back in full fucking force
  • You don’t know it, but the first time he sees you when he’s back, he’s actually breathless, because you’re older, and more confident and so, so beautiful and he’s pretty sure he must’ve been fucking blind or something, because there’s no way you weren’t gorgeous before if you’re this goddamn stunning now
  • Do you spend a lot more time at Scott’s house now that Alex is back than you would otherwise? Maybe. You’re pretty sure Scott doesn’t notice anything unusual though, and if he does, he definitely doesn’t know why
  • You drove over to the Summer’s house one Friday night to go over some SAT stuff, and a torrential fucking rainstorm comes while you’re there
  • Your mum calls you and tells you that she really doesn’t want you driving in weather as bad as this, and she can come and pick you up, or you can stay there if it’s alright with the Summers’
  • Of course you’d rather stay there, because then you won’t need to come back to pick up the car later, so you tell her not to worry, you’ll stay over
  • Scott just nods when you tell him you’re staying over and just reminds you where the extra sheets and pillows are for the couch before tossing you an old shirt and a pair of sweatpants for you to sleep in
  • You give up on trying to go directly to sleep at about 1am so you go to the kitchen to get a glass of water or something and immediately regret your decision because Alex is in the kitchen in a thin, faded, fraying flannel shirt and sweat pants slung dangerously low on his hips, and his longish hair is yanked back in a messy bun and you feel like a fucking idiot because he looks like he’s just about to go to bed and just looking at him like this makes your knees weak
  • He sees you in one of his old shirts (it used to be his, then it got passed on to Scott, who never wore it, so he basically still thinks of it as his shirt) and some sweats and no makeup and you’re not at all put together or tidy, but he’s positive you’ve never looked better, because if he doesn’t think too hard you look like you just climbed out of his bed and the idea is more than a little dizzying
  • “oh, shit, hey Alex. I-thought the kitchen was-” “empty? I mean it is the middle of the night, that’d be the reasonable assumption.” “Yeah. Well.” “Well.”
  • Neither of you is really sure how you managed to get through the interaction unscathed, but by the end of it, you’re both sitting on the couch watching shitty national geographic re runs and laughing at Alex’s shittier jokes, and each time one of you gets up or leans forwards, or really shifts at all, you both gravitate almost unconsciously towards the other
  • You’re not quite sure just how it happened, but you’re tucked neatly under his arm, leaning into his side, and you’re tipping your head back, laughing at another one of his ridiculous puns, and suddenly he’s kissing you, almost hesitantly, and his lips are soft and warm and you want more, but just as quickly as the kiss began, it’s over
  • “Shit, I’m so sorry-that was-I shouldn’t’ve-” he stammers, and you’ve never seen him look so startled or unsure in your life, but you don’t want him to apologise, you want him to kiss you again, so you reach out to grab the front of his shirt and yank his lips back to yours
  • Alex doesn’t need any more encouragement than that, the arm round your shoulders tightening to pull you in closer to him, his mouth pressing against yours with more force than previously
  • One of your arms comes up to wrap around his neck as you shift closer still, and he pulls away again, breathing hard
  • “Are you sure you-I mean you’re Scott’s best friend-we probably shouldn’t-” he tries again, but you’ve never heard anyone sound less convincing in your life, so you just tilt your head to kiss along the sharp line of his jaw and the tempting column of his throat, feeling immensely satisfied when you feel the hitch in his breath as your lips brush softly over his pulse
  • “I’ll stop if you want me to,” You murmur, punctuating each word with a press of your mouth and he lets out a low, strained chuckle
  • “That’s not fighting fair and you know it, beautiful,” he breathes, and the term of endearment makes your head spin, even as you wind your arms around his neck
  • “Good,” you whisper back before pulling him in to kiss him again, one of your hands sliding into his hair, pushing the hair tie out and tangling in it as it falls out of the bun he had yanked it back into
  • You’re in his lap now, his arms tightly around you, hands gripping your hips, keeping you so close you can feel his heart thudding in his chest, and the kiss is hot and insistent and it makes you a little giddy because yeah, you’ve kissed people before but it’s never felt like this and as his tongue slides against yours, you let out an involuntary gasp, your hand reflexively tugging back on his hair and Alex actually moans into your mouth
  • “Fuck, babygirl, give a guy some warning,” he groans, low and shuddering and muffled by your skin, and you can feel him starting to get a hard on, and knowing he wants you is gratifying and scary and thrilling, and as he bites down lightly on you lower lip, you tentatively reach a hand down to palm him through his sweats
  • The moan he lets out is electrifying, needy and wanting and this is starting to lead into uncharted territory for you but you’ve never wanted anyone more than you want him
  • But then he pulls away from you a little and you freeze up in panic and hurt and confusion, because you’re pretty sure you weren’t misreading the signals, but you don’t say anything you just look away, rubbing uncomfortably at your temples and doing your best not to tear up, because you already feel stupid and you really don’t want to make more of a fool of yourself than you already have
  • Suddenly, one of Alex’s hands is reaching out, cupping your cheek and gently forcing you to look at him. He leans in and kisses you softly, his thumb brushing soothingly across your cheekbone as he draws back, a small, reassuring smile on his lips
  • “I’m sorry, beautiful, I didn’t mean-” he starts, voice gentle. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I do, god I really do. But I-I like you. Have for a while. I want to do this right. I don’t want to screw up,” he explains, and he sounds almost nervous, like he’s not sure whether this is something you want and he looks so uncertain, so uncharacteristically vulnerable that you kiss him again, moving in to tuck yourself against his side once more, and you can feel the tension go out of his body as he kisses you back gently, his arm going around you again.
new heathers canon Facts™

• veronica went to a Fancy Genius school for six months when she was twelve (they brought back the movie conversation including the “now i use my high iq to decide what lipgloss to wear” line + added to it)
• veronica used to have a whole group of friends but only martha stayed in touch when she moved schools + later came back
• duke took time out of school to go to europe to wait for her nose to heal
• veronica takes self defence classes
• cheer practice takes place on a friday (& possibly other days but Definitely fridays this is such a useless fact but)
• like in regional scripts, they brought back the mtv petition from the movie
• veronica can drive + owns a car
• veronica helps mac study throughout like their entire friendship

yet they still Did Not Fix that continuity error in dead girl walking that is literally going to haunt my entire life

(Here’s a short blip, requested by @taylor-tut! I hope it’s okay, your fics are so good and I want to give back to you! Here’s some Lance having hella bad bronchitis)

Lance blearily opened his eyes. He sat up slowly as his alarm blared in his ears, breaking the silence in his once peaceful room.

What time was it?

The boy turned his head, opting to ignore the stiffness of his neck. He still struggled reading Altean time, so truly the whole process was useless.

Regardless, Lance slid out of his bed, stumbling over to the dresser to put his armor on.

It only took a few steps for a slow burning to set in his chest, rattling off a few unproductive coughs as he reached for the pieces of his armor.

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Space Dad?

alrighty so @elsiemcclay requested that lance be sick without the team knowing, but when someone goes to check on him for being absent, they find him having a seizure due to a high fever. my experience with this kinda stuff is pretty limited, so i did the best i could!! if anyone has any pointers about this then pls lemme know!! i hope you like it @elsiemcclay, it was such an interesting prompt to write out :D thx for the request!!


Lance loved sleeping in. Back on Earth, he’d sleep in any chance he got; weekends, ped days, snow days, heck—sometimes he faked sick to be able to skip a morning class or two. While he loved sleep, especially his beauty sleep, he knew that his life had taken a sharp turn, and that he needed to alter his schedule. He had gotten so used to staying up late and sleeping it equally as much that he figured to wake up early, he’d have to start sleeping early, too. Something his body wasn’t really used to.

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Relax

J-Hope x Reader

Genre: Do I write anything that isn’t smut? The answer is no.

Summary: Look up from your books once in a while. A good dick down might be on the other side.

Word count: 4,267

A/N: I’m appalled at the lack of Hoseok smut so I thought I’d polish this piece I had about him and post that. Enjoy! Feel free to request stuff as well.


You glanced at the silver and pink watch on your wrist as you typed continuously onto your laptop. You sighed deeply as you pressed enter to switch line. This essay was taking so long to write and you could feel all your focus slip away, tiredness taking over in heavy presses on your eyelids. You met eyes with your charming boyfriend on the other side of the table. He smiled at you sweetly before looking back down at his papers. Unlike you, he was enjoying himself, writing lyrics and listening to some music on his laptop, calmly sipping a warm cup of tea. You glanced to your left and reached for your nth cup of coffee promptly sitting atop a messy pile of books. You tilted it. Empty. A sigh made its way between your dry lips and soon enough your cold hands found their way back onto your keyboard, resting lifeless on the keys.

You were so focused on getting this paper done that you didn’t notice Hoseok getting up to make you another warm drink. His presence lurked tall behind your back as his left arm entered your peripherals, putting a black mug down on the table, making sure to push away all your scattered papers. He grabbed your other mug under your soft stare. You lazily reached for the new drink and brought it up to your mouth.

“Thank you Hobi.” you murmured.

He put the other mug in the sink before standing behind you again, his gentle hands on your shoulders, massaging the sore muscles. You took a long awaited sip. Hm… Chocolate?

“Hobiii… that’s hot chocolate.” you whined cutely.

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It’s ok to cry (Reggie x reader)

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A/N: Here you have another one as I promised! I hope you like it and as you know you can make requests and I’ll try to do them as soon as posiible. xx

Also it’s possible that you find some mistakes but I don’t know what’s with me today and I can’t concentrate, maybe anxiety, anyway I’m sorry in advanced.


My relationship with Reggie was one of the few things working properly in my life lately. Since my parents started their divorce process everything had begun to twist and it wasn’t that I felt bad because of that, but the problems that it was causing me.

My father appeared almost every day at home to pick up boxes with his belongings and every time that he came it meant that they would argue and they would try to involve me somehow, that’s why I would leave the house every time my father showed at home.

I felt anxiety taking over me every time I was alone, it was something normal spending hours spinning in my bed at night trying to sleep and that made me be really tired the next day, it was like living in a vicious circle.

Despite that everything changed when I was with my friends or Reggie, they were the best thing in my life and sometimes I felt like I didn’t deserve them. But not everything was as perfect as it sounded.

The truth was that my friends don’t think I should date Reggie, they just see him as the popular and mean jock that he seem to be when everyone is looking at him, but I know who he is behind that façade and I want my friends to see what I see in him. He even stopped bothering Jughead since we started dating.

For the rest of people in Riverdale High our relationship was like if Reggie had lost some kind of bet and that was the reason why he was dating me. They didn’t want to accept the fact that someone like me was dating someone like him and vice versa.

That morning while I was putting my books in the locker I heard someone leaning against the locker next to mine and when I closed it I saw Reggie with a big smile in his face.

“Hey sunshine” I greeted him barely standing on my tiptoes to kiss him, luckily for me I was tall, so I was able to kiss him every time I feel like it.

“Hey beautiful” we liked to use affectionate nicknames in a funny way, even though I was starting to think he truly liked them. “Did you sleep well last night?” he asked putting his arm in my shoulders and leading us down the hall.

“As usual, at least last night I just had one nightmare” I said it as if it was the most normal thing in the world, I felt really comfortable talking with him about my problems, he knew everything that was in my head and I liked to think that I knew what was happening in his even though he didn’t like to express his feelings towards the rest of the world “my mom wants to take me to therapy and put me on medication or something, maybe she’s right and I’m losing my mind”

“She’s right, you are crazy” I looked at him, frowning. I didn’t understand what he meant “in a funny way” he added laughing when he saw my face and kissing my forehead.

“You are so funny” I answered elbowing him carefully and taking his arm off my shoulders but keeping his hand in mine “I’ll see you later” I added trying to go to class, which was impossible because he didn’t let go of my hand.

He drew me to him until I was standing just a few inches away from him.

“Try not to miss me too much” he joked before kissing me and leaving to his class.

I was paralyzed in that spot until the bell rang and I came back to reality, turning around and getting in class.

We were supposed to have history but the teacher instead of giving us the lesson of that day decided to talk with us about our future and what we wanted to do, I didn’t like that subject so much. My parents wanted something for me totally different from what I wanted and at the same time I was terrified with the idea of me and Reggie breaking up if we get into universities too far away from the other.

I disconnected form the class and what the teacher was saying, everything around me turned into white noise and I just heard my own voice in my head, more distorted every time, it was being absorbed by its own echo.  

“(Y/N)?” I started to hear a voice calling me, but it sounded like it was far away. Little by little it sounded closer until I came back to me and I saw everyone staring, the teacher was the one saying my name “Are you ok?”

“Yeah… I just…” I blinked a few times, trying to focus everything around me, but it stayed blurred.

“It’d be better if you go to the nursery room, Betty would you mind?” before she could say anything she was next to me, helping me to get on my feet and intertwining her arm with mine while we exited the class.

I felt even more dizzy standing on my feet, so I asked Betty to stop just for a second to calm my breathing.

“What’s happening (Y/N)? You look paler than usual” she asked with worry in her voice.

“I’m fine, I promise, I just need a moment, that’s all” I answered with difficulties, even though it was getting harder to breathe and I think Betty noticed.

“We have to get to the nursery room” she said taking me by the arm and leading me to our destination where the first thing they made me do were to lay in the stretcher.

The nurse didn’t say what was happening to me, she just asked Betty to leave the room and wait outside and then she told me to breathe at the rhythm she was going to tell me.

I had to inhale while she counted to five and then exhale while she did the same backwards.

I did as I was told a few times until suddenly I started to feel better, I was able to focus the tings around me and I didn’t feel breathless anymore. The only thing that didn’t left me was the sensation of something heavy on my chest.

The nurse left me to take some rest before she talked to me. When I lifted my body from the stretcher it was second period.

“What you have suffered is an anxiety attack; luckily you’ve arrived here before you fainted, have you suffer a anxiety attack before?” I tried to remember if I’ve ever felt this bad and I couldn’t think of something like this.

“Not that I remember” I answered with a tired voice.

“You should go to your doctor and do whatever they think is the right thing to do, but I recommend you to go home and take some rest, this attacks take all your energy”

“Ok, thank you” I got down the stretcher and went out the door, thinking Betty was outside waiting for me, but instead of her I found Reggie “What are you doing here?” I tried to sound better than with the nurse, but I don’t know if I did it well.

“I went to take you to your next class and Veronica told me what happened, so I came and I told Betty she could get back to class, are you ok?” he asked clearly worried.

“I’m fine, I promise” I said putting one hand in my chest and lifting the other like if I was being judged or something. “It looks like I’ve suffered an anxiety attack” then I realized something I haven’t noticed before, he has his eyes red and I could see how sad he looked, something was wrong, but I waited until we get to my house to ask what was wrong.

My mom was at work so we were alone, no one would disturb us. We went to my room and lay in my bed. I leaned my head on his chest and I enclosed his waist with my arm, intertwining my legs with his.

He putted his arm around my shoulders and the other one on the arm I had in his waist, caressing my skin.

“You should sleep and get some rest” he said kissing the top of my head.

“I’m not tired” I answered turning my head in his direction, leaning my chin on his chest to look at him in the eye “But I have something to ask you” I stopped for a second but he didn’t say anything “Why have you been crying?”

“I haven’t been crying” he answered immediately, which made obvious he was lying,

“Reg, I know you more than you think, I can see how sad you look even though you try to hide it and your eyes were red when you picked me up from the nursery room. It’s ok to cry. I just want you to know that you can tell me if you want” I didn’t want to force him to tell me if he didn’t want to but I needed he to feel safe with me, like I felt with him.

“It’s Jason” I unwrapped my legs from his and sat on the bed with my legs crossed, not leaving his hand for a second and paying close attention to what he was about to tell me “I thought that it was ok at first, but I don’t know, it looks like no one really cares about what happened to him, they just care for stupid family wars and they forget about Jason being dead” I could see tears forming in his eyes and I squeeze his hand.

“Do you know what’s the good part?” he looked confused, when someone dies there’s nothing good about it “He had you as a friend, someone who really realizes what the world has lost and I’m sure that Jason knew how much you appreciated your friendship” I made him smile a little and he brought my hand to his lips to leave a kiss there “You know you can tell me anything”

I lay again next to him and I caressed his cheek with my hand, looking from his eyes to his lips consecutively. I put my hand on his neck, still caressing his jaw with my thumb and I shortened the distance between us to kiss him, slow and carefully.

We kissed until we had to break to take some air and what I did was hug him, putting my arms around his neck and feeling how he put his head in the space between my head and my shoulder and how he put his arms around my waist to bring me closer to him.

This time it would be me the one who would protect him from his problems and worries and no the other way around.

“I’m supposed to take care of you after that anxiety attack” he mumbled trying to sound happier.

“Being in the same room as you are makes anxiety disappear, so technically you are taking care of me” I answered caressing his hair, feeling him getting comfier in the embrace.

A few minutes passed by, enjoying the silent and all the caress and kisses I was giving him from time to time. I thought he had fallen asleep because he had stopped caressing my back and kissing my shoulder, but suddenly he spoke.

“I love you (Y/N)” my heart skipped a beat, it was the first time one of us had said those words and I hadn’t thought it before, I wasn’t conscious that all this time we have been together no one of us had said it and now him, the one who didn’t like to express his feelings, was telling me that.

“And I love you Reggie” I answered a hundred percent sure of what I was saying, I didn’t need to think about it because I knew I felt it, every time I saw him in the halls or every time he came to my house to take me on a date to Pop’s I knew it, he made me feel that I was capable of doing whatever I wanted to do and every time he looked me with his eyes full of pride he simply made me love him more and more and I wanted to make him feel all of that and more, so hearing those words was like the confirmation that I was doing it the right way.