once i get through all the other requests

Closer

Originally posted by wonnhao

MATURE

Warnings: Threesome, daddy!kink, breath play.

“If I were to mysteriously disappear, no warning or trace whatsoever, would I still be responsible for finals?” Jeonghan questions as he stares hopelessly at the pile of open books covering the table. “I mean, if they can’t find me can they reasonably expect me to continue in my academic endeavors?”

“Probably,” you shrug as you flip through your notes in search of that one particular line that seems to be avoiding you, “universities are relentless. I’m sure they’ll still be sending us those awful ‘what’s happening on campus this week’ emails long after we’ve died.”

A highlighter flies across the table and smacks you in the forehead. “I’m going to speed along that process if you both don’t shut up,” Jihoon growls as he drags his fingers through his hair, just a little too roughly. He fixes you with an accusing stare and huffs, “I have an Anth final in the morning and you promised to help. I want to get back to the studio sometime this year.”

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Summary / Request: ‘Could you do an imagine where tom and the reader have to [do] a sex scene and their both really awk about [it] bcs it’s both of their first?’ / It’s more than a few takes to finally set yourself straight with Tom, for your characters and for your own relationship. (no smut)

Warnings: a little makeout scenes, fluff, swear words?

Gender Neutral / anon request

Word Count: 1135

Originally posted by tomshollandss

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Bad Girl Ch 4: Apologies

This chapter has a torture scene! 

“Are you ready?”

“Daddy?” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. Jiho looks at me, concern written all over his face. I don’t let him pull me away from the balcony, I need to see them, I need to remind myself why I don’t need them, that I don’t want them. Baekhyun is standing in the middle of the dance floor in front of the poor victim tied to the chair. He has a bright red metal bat in his hands that match his new hair. Even from here I can see his eyes out lined in kohl making him look sinful. I forgot how beautiful he was.

“It has been awhile,” He muses with a playful smirk on his face. “In case you don’t know, I am Baekhyun of EXO. This is Yooseok, a married man with four children. He teaches at the local high school and also tutors in his free time. But what most people do not know about him is that he has a horrible gambling problem, which has wracked him up a lot of debt. So to compensate for all the money he lost he decided to volunteer to be our guest for tonight.”

Baekhyun tears of the piece of tape covering the man’s mouth, “Help me! Please help me!” The man screams.

“Does anyone here want to help him?” He scans the crowd, pouting when no one answers him, “No one want to step in and save this man and take his place?” He snickers, “What a shame, sorry friend. How about I let you pick which leg I start with, will that make you feel better?”

The man is in tears constantly calling for help that no one would offer. Everyone is too afraid of not just that seat but also EXO. From what I’ve heard they are the most ruthless when it comes to torture, they are the group you don’t want to piss off. The man’s screams get louder when Baekhyun raises the bat and brings it down to one of this knees, the crunching of his bones echoes through the hall. I can’t hold back my cringe yet at the same time I can’t get myself to look away.

“Please!” The man begs through his cries.

“Oh you want another? Since you asked so nicely who am I to deny such a request,” With that Baekhyun flips the bat once in his hand before bring it down to his other knee, letting out the same disgusting bone crushing sound as before.

“Baek-ah,” A familiar voice calls coming out of the darkness into the spot light. “You can’t have all of the fun,” Xiumin says with a chilling grin. My heart stops at the sight of him.

“Xiumin,” I let out breathlessly.

“You are too brutal to start so you have to wait till the end,” Baekhyun whines.

“Does that mean I can go?” Kai joins them with Sehun and Kyungsoo tailing him.

Baekhyun continues to pout but nods, “I guess but be gentle, we don’t want him dying too early.”

Kai nods as he pulls out a hunting knife, he looks to his hyungs, “Which finger should we start with first?”

Sehun cocks his head, deep in thought, “I suggest the pinky finger first. But don’t forget to leave a few for Kris hyung.”

I watch in utter horror as Kai easily cuts off the man’s fingers, blood splatters on his shirt as a deep chuckle rumbles in his chest. The man is screaming bloody murder as his finger is waved in his face, pure horror on his face. Sehun plucks the finger out of his hyung’s hand and quickly shoves it into the man’s mouth.

“I’m tired of your screaming, stop being a bitch,” Sehun snarls.

The man spits out the finger, “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because you volunteered of course,” Baekhyun muses. “Plus,” His eyes scan the balcony until his eyes find me. He gives me a chilling smile, “We want to show someone their future.” The others follow his gaze to me, their expressions seem dumbstruck for a moment. It’s as if it’s the first time they are seeing me, Jiho tries to pull me away but my hands won’t release the railing. I can’t get myself to look away from them until Chanyeol’s hearty laugh echoes through the hall.

“Why did all the fun stop?” He wonders.

“Our- my- my baby,” Sehun stammers to the whole room.

“Sehun-ah,” Baekhyun snaps, “Focus and remember what Suho hyung told us.” But the younger can’t seem to look away. I break eye contact when Chanyeol moves towards the man. A sick feeling settles in my stomach at the sight of the pliers in his hand. Images of my nightmare from all those months ago, that is enough for my hands to release the railing allowing Jiho to pull me out of their view. I cover my mouth with both of my hands, the idea in my head that he will be coming after me with those.

“Calm down Joo,” Jiho whispers softly holding me tight against his chest. He tries to muffle the sounds but I can hear everything. I can hear them mocking the man as they shred him to pieces, he is screaming as Chanyeol rips out his teeth one by one.

“I can’t be in here,” I stammer as I push Jiho away and rush off to find the bathroom, hoping and praying that the screams couldn’t reach there. I know Jiho is tailing me but I’m too focused to care, I need to get away. I push open the heavy wooden door and slip inside before bracing my body against it. The ivory marble room is silent and appears to be empty, thank god. Sinking to the floor and let my head fall back as my body relaxes, mostly. My hands are still trembling with fear and my heart is racing in my chest. I close my eyes to take a few minutes to calm myself.

There is a knock on the door, “Jooyoung-ah, are you okay?” It’s Jiho, just as I’m about to answer I open my eyes to find a gun pointed at my fore head. What surprises me more is who is holding it. Xiumin stares down at me with something a little more than hatred burning in his eyes. My heart stops in this moment, how could he? How could he raise a gun to my head after all he put me through? He crouches down to my level and I can’t help but think of the first night we met.

“Tell him you are fine,” He commands me in a whisper.

“I’m fine Jiho,” I mumble loud enough for the other man to hear through the door.

“Tell him to give you some time.”

“I’ll be out soon, just give me a little time.”

Jiho sighs, “Of course, I’ll be out here when you need me. This should only last a little longer than I’m getting you home.”

“Such a good girl,” Xiumin slurs, obviously drunk. He drops down on to his butt, the gun still aimed at me. I shrink into myself as he scoots closer, his legs on either side of me. His free hand reaches out and caresses my cheek softly as if he’s afraid I’m going to fade a way. I’m too afraid to fight back with the gun in his hand but at the same time I don’t want to. For someone holding a gun he looks so vulnerable right now. Pink, blood shot eyes scan every centimeter of my face as if he has never seen me before. He smiles but I can see the sadness behind it, “You are so beautiful.”

“What’s are you doing? You shouldn’t be here,” I tell him in my strongest voice even though I don’t feel any sort of strength left in me. All I really want to do is hug him and tell him everything is going to be alright but I know I can’t. Not only for Jiyong but for myself. I laid my love for all of them to rest when I full accepted that they left me. I push his hand away.

He chuckles as he wipes his eyes, trying his best to hide the tears I see streaking his cheeks, “That is what everyone has been telling me yet here I am. I thought that I could stay away but when I saw you in the balcony I had to see you up close.”

I set my shoulders back and raise my chin, “You saw me, now put the gun down and leave.”

“No, no, no, no, we are not done.”

“What else do you have to say to me?” I snap.

He is quiet for a moment as he just stare at me, “My youngest brother told me saying sorry to you would make me feel better. It would be therapeutic so that I could move on with my life and not focus on that tragedy. So do you think I should say sorry? Do you think I will feel better? Will the nightmares stop if I just say those two little words to you? Will I be able to sleep through the night without reaching out for that familiar warmth? Do you think my baby will be able to forgive me? Do you?”

I slap him. How dare he, how fucking dare he ask me those questions. He can not disappear for a year and pop asking such heart wrenching questions, how can I respond to any of those? I push him away from me and manage to get to my feet. He is surprisingly quick and pins me against the door. Looming over me, he makes me feel so small. His hands are holding mine against the door but they slowly slide to my shoulders then to my neck and for a brief moment I think he is going to kill me. I see my life flash before my eyes and I find myself apologizing to Jiyong about all of this. But that stops when his hands continue to cup my cheeks.

He kisses me. It’s just a soft peck before he presses his lips to my fore head, his tears slide down his cheeks to land upon mine. “I’m so sorry my Baby, I’m sorry,” He cries softly. Tears are threatening to spill from my own eyes so I force myself to push him away and leave without giving him another chance to trap me. I fling myself into Jiho’s arms.

“Get me out of here!” I cry into his chest.

“What the hell happened in there?” Jiho wonders hauling me into his arms princess style.

“Xiumin was there,” I mumble into his chest.

Jiho freezes, “Did he say anything to you?”

I shake my head, “He just kept apologizing, he asked if I would forgive him but I didn’t even answer. I just pushed him away and ran. Now can we get out of here before anymore of them appear?”

He nods, “I can find away out.”

………………………………………………

“Are you sure you are okay?” Jiho worries.

I nod, “I’m fine, thank you for staying for awhile, I’m completely calmed down. You can go back to your life, by that I obviously mean your bed.”

He chuckles and places a kiss on my forehead, “Have a good night, if you need anything, you know where to find me.” I nod and shoo him into the elevator. When he is gone I scan my eyes over the empty apartment and I find myself missing Jiyong. I also think about Xiumin, do you think I should say sorry? Do you think I will feel better? What a selfish man! Has he honestly not thought about how him saying this stuff will affect me? I just wanted closure not this, not a brand new mess I have to deal with. I want to yell at him , at all of them.

My phone buzzes on the couch and I rush to answer it, “Hello?”

“Hello my love,” Jiyong purrs into the phone.

I smile, “How are you?”

“I am horrible, I miss you. I’m tired of China already. I’m trying to come back as soon as possible.”

I chuckle, “And how is that working out for you?”

“Horribly, these men can’t even wipe their asses by themselves, how they managed to get this far in this world is beyond me,” He huffs cutely.

“I’m sorry to hear that you aren’t having any fun.”

“What about you? I heard you had an interesting night.”

I take a deep breath, “Xiumin kissed me.”

“WHAT?” He snarls into the phone.

“I pushed him away when it happened and stormed off. I’m so sorry.”

He is silent for a moment, “I’m not mad at you my love, it’s that bastard who dare touch you!”

“Oppa?”

“Yes?”

“Could I look in their file?”

“You want to look into their file?”

“Yes.”

Jiyong, as the boss of the Black dragons, has a massive amount of information about every group out there including EXO. He gathered all this information and neatly organized it into a filing cabinet hidden behind on of the panels in his office. He gives me free rain of his office and everything in it and I’ve never asked to look into anyone’s file but I feel like this isn’t our usual situation.

“Of course,” He insists. “You know you don’t have to ask for permission.”

“I know I just thought that you might feel different about this.”

He chuckles, “My love every man I have in those files is just a man, those men are just men, not competition, right?”

I nod, “Of course, you have me 100 percent.”

‘Good. I’ll be home soon, you feel free to look in those files as much as you would like. I trust you.”

“Thank you oppa, you sleep tight, I’ll see you soon. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I close my eyes and press the phone to my head for just a moment of piece before taking a deep breath and standing up. I shuffle down the hall to our shared office and straight up to the golden framed mirror near my desk. With my thumb I use the fingerprint scanner to open the secret file room door. The mirror goes into reveal a small room with floor to ceiling filing drawers. EXO isn’t hard to find considering they have their own corner, all the branches of their organization are in these drawers, all their higher ups, the middle men, the foot men, absolutely everything. I pop open the middle drawer and stare down the twelve folders. My brow wrinkles in confusion as I scan the labels, some familiar but other’s not so much.

Kim Minseok

Kim Junmyun

Kim Jongin

Kim Jongdae

Kim Yixing

Kim Yifan

Who the hell are these people? I rip out the first name I that sounds familiar, Kim Jongin. Inside is a picture of Kai glaring daggers back at me. Haneul’s voice rings in my ears, he tried to kill himself. Him and the other two younger boys, which means Sehun and Tao, oh my fucking god. I scramble to grab all twelve before rushing into the living room and throwing them all on the floor. I grab the bottle of soju from my desk, knowing I’m going to need something to give me the courage to do this.

After a few much needed shots I’m not shaking anymore, I can convince myself to grab the file that is on top that belongs to a Kim Minseok. I run over all their names in my head on who this could be, his picture isn’t in the front though, dozens of pictures of mutilated bodies fall on to the floor in front of me, revealing his bio in the back. But I could already guess who it is.

Kim Minseok a.k.a Xiumin

March 26th, 1990

EXO

Specialties: Information extraction, torture

I’ve seen some horrifying things this past year but this takes the cake, when I was living with them I knew he wasn’t someone you wanted to get on the bad side of but this is worse than I was imagining. I collect all the pictures together before closing it. This is the first file and I already know more about them than I wanted to. His picture is peeking out the top of his file, I can’t help but pluck it out when I see his cat like eyes staring at me.

“Daddy,” I mumble the word fondly as I stare down at his picture. My heart flutters for just a second before I remind myself that I’m done with him and the others. I need to make it clear for myself and for them.

And I know just the way to do it.


I hope this pulled at your heart strings because I plan on making the next one rip them out. Don’t worry though, no angst in my stories, well not really.

Xoxo Pretty Bird

Sweetheart - Part 2 // Archie Andrews

“Please do a part two of Sweetheart!!”

“Part 2 of "sweetheart” please😭😭😭"

“wth is part 2???…”

This has been so highly requested it’s unbelievable, but here’s what you’ve all been waiting for. I quickly want to note something in my opinion with relationships; please be ever so careful if your significant other has cheated once before, some don’t, but some do cheat again. You’re a human with feelings, please never get caught in a cycle of an on again/off again relationship, you’re more important and loved to be put through that pain. Do what’s right for you. Love you all 🌸💕

***

It had been almost three days since I broke up with Archie. Since my parents were away on a business trip, I managed to get out of going to school. I couldn’t face my friends, I couldn’t face him. I didn’t know how much the break up would affect me and my whole physical being, but it took a toll, more then I imagined.

I laid in my bed, curtains half closed, raindrops falling against my window, matching my mood. Usually, the rain makes me happier and content, instead, it made every emotion I was feeling worse.

Heartbreak was a painful thing, especially when you’ve been cheated on. I never thought someone who I deeply cared about could hurt me in a way that destroyed whatever happiness I had left. It was almost a never ending nightmare.

I heard my bedroom door open, seeing Ronnie, Betty and Kevin marching in. Betty pushed open my curtains whilst I groaned, throwing a pillow over my head, attempt in hiding from them.

‘Y/N, this is ridiculous! You need to get up!’ Ronnie ordered. I groaned in response, feeling the pillow taken away from me.

I stared at my friends, throwing my covers over my head instead. 'Y/N, you gotta get up. You’ve missed too much of school, Cheryl has been demanding that you show up to practise or you’re off the squad, you’re better than this.’ I heard Betty say, peeling off my covers. She caught sight of my broken features, giving me a comforting smile.

'I can’t face him.’ I expressed with no emotion in my voice.

'Yes you can. You won’t be alone either, you have us.’ Ronnie sat on the other side of me, sitting a box with a cupcake inside on my lap. I sat up, looking at my friends.

'People are going to ask questions. I can’t answer with the truth because I’m an idiot and-’

'You still care about him.’ Kevin finished, sitting next to Ronnie. I sighed, nodding my head.

'Y/N, we’ve let you deal with it your way for as long as possible, but, sitting here in darkness waiting for change and happiness to happen isn’t the way to do it.’ Ronnie soothed. I stared at her, my eyes beginning to water. 'I know it’s hard, hun, but I promise you’ll get through it.’

'I can’t see him, I can’t do it. It hurts too much.’ I felt tears trickle down my cheeks as my three best friends moved closer to me, pulling me in for a group hug.

'We know, but we believe in you. Now, get up, have a shower. We’re going to Pop’s.’ Betty encouraged. I gave a look to my friends, rolling my eyes as I got up, walking to my bathroom.

**

Walking into Pop’s, I was on high alert for my ex-boyfriend, knowing his more than likely to be here at some point. I hugged my cardigan around me tighter, sitting next to Kevin in our booth. I looked around, not catching sight of any auburn hair.

'I’ll go get us some milkshakes.’ Ronnie announced, walking over to the counter.

I sighed, looking out for the door. Kevin placed a reassuring hand over mine on the table, giving me a proud smile. I gave a weak one in return, hearing the door bell echo. I looked over to see Chuck and a few of his football buddies walking in, their obnoxiously loud voices giving me a sight headache.

'They’re the most annoying humans on the planet I swear.’ Betty mumbled, anger evident in her tone.

'I can argue with that.’ I chuckled, for the first time in three days.

Soon enough, Chuck made his way over to our booth, resting his hands on our table, staring down at me.

'Y/N L/N, rumour has it you and Andrews are over?’ He smirked, licking his lips.

I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest. 'Go away, Chuck. Your presence is unwanted.’ I spat, glaring up at him.

'Oh, don’t be so glum, baby. I bet I could give it to you better than what he use to do.’

I scoffed at him in disgust. The thought of that made me want to throw up.

'Leave her alone, Chuck.’ Betty interrupted, glaring at him.

'This doesn’t concern you, Cooper.’ Chuck bit back.

'Don’t talk to her like that.’ I stood up from my seat, standing up to him.

He chuckled sarcastically, throwing his head back. 'You’re cute, Y/N. Really, god damn adorable.’ He smirked, grabbing my wrist with a surprising amount of force.

'Let go of me.’ I snapped, trying to pull away from him. I saw Betty and Kevin stand up from their seats.

'Don’t deny you want me, Y/N.’

'Back off, Chuck. Now.’ I turned my head to see Archie standing there, Ronnie and Jughead behind him. My breath got caught in my throat, seeing my raging ex-boyfriend death glaring Chuck, his fist clenched at his side.

'What are you going to do about it, Andrews? She’s up for the taking.’

Archie growled, pushing Chuck away from me with a great deal of force. I felt Ronnie pull me away from a fight that could possibly break out.

'Don’t you dare talk about her that way.’ Archie gripped him by the collar, causing a hand to fly to my mouth.

'Wow, tough guy, huh?’ Chuck taunted, chuckling.

'Get the hell out of here, or I’ll do something that I’ll regret.’ Archie spat. Chuck licked his lips once more whilst Archie was watching Chuck’s every step with his friends, watching him leave Pop’s.

I panted a little, feeling sick staring at Archie. I quickly pushed myself away from Ronnie, turning around and running out of Pop’s.

'Y/N! Wait!’ I heard Archie exclaim, following me outside.

I sprinted through the parked cars, trying to dodge him at all costs.

'Y/N, stop!’

'I can’t even look at you!’ I shouted, walking over to my car.

'Then don’t, just listen!’ He exclaimed, making my movements stop. I didn’t dare turn around to face him, I couldn’t bare to look at him.

'How can I even hear what you have to say?’ I snapped.

'I know I don’t deserve it but, I love you, Y/N, from the bottom of my heart I do. I messed up. I cheated and ruined everything, this is all my fault, I know that. But, I want you to know this; I promise you I was manipulated by her and what she wanted from me. Should I have seen it sooner? Yes, but I didn’t and I’m an idiot. Please - look at me, Y/N,’

I sniffled, slowly turning around to face him, his face dropping seeing my own. 'I’m sorry, Y/N. I can’t say it anymore then I am sorry, from the bottom of my heart. Sweetheart, I still love you. I haven’t stopped and never stopped.’

I shook my head, looking down at the ground before my gaze found his again.

'Archie, you think an apology is going to make this all okay? That I’ll forget about it and give you a second chance to redeem yourself? This isn’t some fairytale crap, Archie, this is real life.’ I cried, wiping my eyes quickly. 'I don’t know if I can’t trust you again…’

'So, what are we doing then? What are we?’ Archie asked, stepping closer to me.

I sighed, biting my bottom lip. 'We’ll be amicable for now. These things will take time. It’ll take you a lot to be close friends with me again.’ I wiped my eyes, sniffling again.

'What about our relationship?’ He asked in a mere whisper, looking down at the ground. I sighed again, clasping my hands together.

'I’ll forgive Archie, but I’ll never forget.’ I concluded. 'The future is undecided, but for now, we’ll remain just as friends.’

'Alright, I can respect that. Again, I’m so sorry, Y/N.’

'I know.’ I nodded.

High School Sweetheart

Word Count: 1, 489

Request: hey! could you do one where y/n is a high school student who lives in the u.s and she’s rich so she travels a lot, and whenever she and shawn are in the same town they hook up? kinda like they have real feelings for each other but don’t want to be in a ldr so they just settle for being a “couple” whenever they’re in the same place, but no one besides their families know about it. then one week he drunk dials her so a few days later she flies out to surprise him on tour

A/N: Ok so this is kinda shit so I truly apologize. Also, it took me like 20 minutes to come up w a title so I just kinda gave up I am so sorry to whoever requested this asjkands


The bell signaling class was over rang through the building. Almost as if it was instinct, you grabbed your bag, walking out of the classroom into the crowded hallways. Kids around you pushed and shoved each other, each one trying to be the first to get out of the building and get home. You made your way out the building and to the parking lot where your car had been sitting all day. 

Once you pulled yourself into the driver’s seat, you pulled out your phone to check it. You scrolled down your lock screen taking a peak at the different messages and Snapchat notifications that had come through while you were in class. But one certain notification made your hand stop scrolling and your heart skip a beat. You saw you had seven text messages, two missed calls, and a voicemail from Shawn.

You and Shawn had known each other for a little while now. You had met him while he was on tour in your city and immediately took a liking for you. You would hook up every time you were fortunate enough to be in the same city, and eventually, it became something a little more. Soon the heated make out sessions and late night hook ups turned into gentle touches and staying up all night doing nothing but talking. Both of you agreed, it was better just to keep things how they were instead of making an official relationship, because of both the distance and how no one but your families knew what was going on. But this didn’t stop you from having an aching feeling in your heart every time you saw his name on your phone because of how much you missed him. Currently, he was on the other side of the world, while you were still stuck in high school, which limited the communication even more than normal.

You unlocked your phone to view the messages and voicemail, only to see a few messages of jumbled words. You stared at the screen laughing, because the only words you could make out were your name and “pretty” somewhere in the mix. You switched to your voicemail, anxious to hear Shawn’s voice.

“(Y/N), it feels like its been like…. 10 years since I saw you. I miss your face. Your face is so pretty. You are soooooo pretty. I miss you. I wanna see you,” You heard his slurred voice through the speaker of your phone. You heard a vibrating beat of music as well as a mix of voices through the background, telling you he was probably at a party.

You giggled from the cuteness of the message, which quickly led to a frown. You didn’t realize how much you missed him until this message. It felt like ages since you had heard his voice, so something about hearing it now made your heart drop. You wanted to see him. You didn’t care if you had to miss a week of school, you wanted to see Shawn.

You quickly drove home and didn’t even give your mom a second to breathe before you asked the question.

“Can I go fly out and see Shawn?” you blurted out, watching your mom’s eyes grow wide. 

“Hello to you, too, sweetheart,” she giggled, taking a seat like she knew this would be a long conversation.

“I’m serious. Can I? I know I’ll miss school, but I’ll make it all up. I’ll even ask for some of the work so I can take it with me. Please I-” you rambled, quickly running out of breath. Your mom stopped you before you could get another word out.

“(Y/N), if I say yes will you calm down?” She interrupted, to which you quickly nodded your head. 

After about an hour of planning, you had a ticket to Australia for the next day and a suitcase already packed. 


The next morning, you headed out early to catch your flight. Although it was nearly a 15 hour flight, it felt short due to your long nap you took almost the whole time. But as soon as you landed, your leg shook with anticipation. You had never surprised Shawn before. What if he didn’t want to be surprised? What if those drunk calls meant nothing?

You scrambled to get off the plane and grab your luggage, making your way out to the street to catch a taxi. Your entire body shook, making you think this was not a great idea. You pulled out your phone, and quickly became disheartened when you saw there was not one text from Shawn. 

The trip to the arena where Shawn was playing drug on slowly, only making you more nervous. You wanted to turn back around and take another nap. You didn’t want to have to face the embarrassment that came along with this.

The taxi pulled up next to the arena and you collected your bags, thanked and paid the driver, then began heading to the back of the arena. Before you even made it back, a few of Shawn’s friends walked by, quickly recognizing you.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were coming!” One of them said excitedly before embracing you in a short hug.

“That’s because Shawn doesn’t know…” You said awkwardly, your weight shifting from foot to foot. Both of them suddenly became ecstatic at your words, their faces lighting up.

“Holy shit, he’s going to be so excited. He’s been going on and on about you. He won’t shut up,” He rambled while grabbing your bag and helping you inside.

They led you backstage and to the side stage, where Shawn was sound checking. They both urged you to go on and surprise him, and you obliged nervously.

You stepped out into the empty arena, slowly making your way across the stage. You stood behind Shawn for a couple minutes, not sure what to do now. You didn’t want to scare him or make him angry. Eventually, you built up the courage and raised your hand to poke him on the back. He abruptly stopped the song from going any further and reluctantly turned around.

The minute he saw you his face went from confused to the happiest you had ever seen him. His eyes grew wide, his cheeks flushed red, his rosy lips were spread to his cheeks. Just by the look of happiness from him, you felt your lips grow in a reciprocating smile. Without another moment passing, Shawn leaned forward, scooping you into his arms. His face was buried in your neck while he spun you around, your legs dangling off the ground. His face lifted off your neck to leave quick, gentle kisses all along your cheek and neck, making you let out a giggle in return. 

Even after he let you back down, his arms didn’t budge, keeping you locked against his chest. Your arms were looped around his waist, holding him tighter to you, not wanting to let him go again. You wanted to stay like this for as long as you could.

Suddenly, Shawn separated from you slightly, just enough to get a good look at your face, almost as if he was checking to make sure it was actually you.

“What are you- How are you- Oh my god I missed you so much,” He stumbled over his words from excitement before pushing you against his body once again. You smiled as you buried your face in his chest, taking in his sweet scent.

“I uh… I saw your messages… And I missed you… So I came to see you…” you mumbled shyly, your burning cheeks pressed against him. You felt him kiss the top of your head multiple times, before barely letting you go once again.

“What about school?” He asked, worry clear on his face.

“I’ll make it up, I just needed to see you,” You explained, feeling your cheeks heat up even more by your words. The smile on his face returned as he leaned his forehead to press against yours.

“I need to see you, too. I think we should see each other more often, actually,” He suggested, his soft eyes looking into yours. A hand came up to gently caress your cheek, his soft skin lightly touching yours.

“What do you mean?” Your heart beat fast, hoping he was saying what you thought he was. Your entire body felt shaky again, nerves running through your veins.

“I think we should make this official,” He whispered, his lips sweeping against yours. Your breath hitched in your throat at his words, not being able to give a proper answer. Your breathing was fast and you thought for sure he could sense how nervous you were. After a couple seconds, you were able to calm down, the smile returning to your face.

“I’d like that,” you whispered, before feeling his lips press against yours fully in a gentle, sweet kiss. 

Something New

Tyler being romantic always has a twist to it, especially whenever you two are still exploring each other’s kinks.
Pairings: Tyler Joseph (sadist!Tyler) x Fem!Reader
Warnings: temp. play w/ ice and hot wax, massages, blindfolds, bondage, intro level knife play (no actual cutting though), biting, lots of begging, and an awful ending that reflects my lack of talent for writing
Word Count: 4.1k
A/N: me, giving this to you all unedited and a week late? it’s more likely than you think! enjoy!!!
part i

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anonymous asked:

Angsty paperhat with #31 please? That also leads to a happy ending?

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

Flug was sick of waiting; sick of feeling useless, and unwanted, and in pain. Those words felt like a bitter poison in his mouth, and yet he’d only been able to say them to himself in the mirror. He wanted, needed, to say the words to the person who had to hear them.

Hands twisting into loose fabric, fingers twitching sporadically, Flug couldn’t hold all of his emotions inside. He felt like his chest was being crushed under the weight of the universe; that someone was slowly tightening a clamp around his heart, and he just wanted it to end.

Tap…tap…tap…tap

Nails drumming against a table top.

5 dates, 5 men come and gone, and too many nights spent staring up at the sky and wanting to cry. His last date had been with a guy whose name he’d already forgotten. The man had picked him up to go to dinner two nights before.

Dressed in a nice pullover, skinny jeans, and his converse, Flug had gotten into his car and drove off. He had tried to focus on the soft smile the guy kept flashing him, watch his twinkling green eyes, but the scientist had been in a haze.

Dinner was small talk and a stare aimed down at the table. A walk in the park, with the moon overhead, ended with them sitting on a bench. Flug had been so determined to drown out the thoughts that had been screaming at him to leave that he’d lifted his bag and tried to kiss the other man.

A firm hand on his shoulder had stopped him.

“You don’t want this,” the guy had whispered. “You obviously have someone else on your mind… you should sort that out before you hurt yourself dating other people.” Then he’d taken Flug home

One…Two… Three…A burn inside his lungs like alcohol. A fist into the wall, and the pain that followed after. His hand came away trembling uncontrollably

Without warning, everything was spinning and his breath came in short gasps. His limbs weak, he collapsed; his frenzied mind was pulsing with thoughts that were spiraling into a dark hole. His stomach felt sick and his brain was in a blender. He needed to run and run and run forever, but he couldn’t move.

It felt like eons had passed before Flug finally could breath again. There were tears in his eyes, and dull, throbbing ache in his chest even as he dragged himself to a sitting position. There was a question racing through the scientist’s mind that threatened to send him back into a panic, but he had no way of answering it.

Why?

Pulling himself first to his knees, and then to his feet, Flug swayed with dizziness before steadying himself. Then he trudged towards the door to his room. His feet carried him down a familiar route through winding halls and up grand staircases.

Knock, knock, knock… The sound of his bare hand against a solid oak door; a noise that mocked the painful pounding of his heart. When no one answered, a heavy blanket of despair settled over his shoulders and dragged him back down to his knees. Dr. Flug rested his bag covered forehead against the cool wood, unable to force himself away. His breath came in ragged gasps as he struggled not to cry.

Then suddenly he was falling forward as the door flew open. He heard someone

exclaiming something, but he couldn’t hear it through the ringing in his ears.

For a few moments, nothing happened. Then there were hands on his shoulders, rolling him onto his back, and then forcing him to sit up. His tired body just let it happen.

“Flug, what the hell is wrong with you?” Blackhat hissed from behind him. Slowly, Flug twisted his torso, and used that momentum to stand and face his boss with slumped shoulders and unseeing eyes. “Flug?” The doctor could almost swear he heard a hint of concern behind his name. Then he blurted those words out that he hadn’t been able to say for so many weeks.

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

It was quiet. Blackhat appeared stunned, but Flug wasn’t even looking at him anymore. In the silence, Flug turned on heel and walked back out the door. When he heard a call of ‘wait!’ follow after him, a flight response buzzed through his system. Then he was sprinting down the hall and downstairs; his legs were nearly tangling around themselves as they responded to the need to run and get away from all the thoughts screaming and bouncing around his skull. Flug could hear someone following him, but he didn’t care anymore.

The doctor burst out the front door at full tilt, and into the night. Across the slick, dew cover grass he ran, his lungs stinging as he drew in the cold air. Then he slipped in the wet grass, and fell forward, slamming his chin into the dirt. His vision went black around the edges as the wind was knocked out of him. When he came back up onto his hands and knees, he was wheezing.

“Flug!” Blackhat cried out in alarm. The eldritch came to a stop beside the scientist and quickly knelt down. “Are you all right?” Flug sat back on his heels, and Blackhat moved his hand to cup the scientist’s face. As soon as the others fingers grazed his cheek, Flug couldn’t hold back his tears anymore.

The dam broke, and sobs came pouring out of Flug’s throat. Blackhat could only catch the doctor as he fell forward into his arms.

“I- I can’t go on- on like this anymore, sir!” Flug cried out between heaving breaths. “I can’t- I- I can’t…” Blackhat felt something in his chest clench and he found himself staring up at the stars. Even after Flug had managed to calm himself, the eldritch felt a hole opening up inside of him.

“I’m sorry, sir,” Flug sighed, and began to pull out of the loose embrace he was in.

“No,” Blackhat whispered, tugging the doctor back in. “I… I haven’t felt right lately either. Telling you we couldn’t be together was … was a mistake, Flug. I just… I don’t like admit feelings that are perceived as weak but…” Blackhat held Flug at arms length and then brushed his hands over the fringes of the paper bag before lifting it up and off, along with the doctor’s goggles. “The truth is that I’m scared of losing you, or becoming too attached and something going wrong.” Soft brown eyes, red from tears, welled up again. Then pale hands reached out to cup Blackhat’s face.

“And?” Flug murmured. “We’re in a dangerous business, Blackhat, and that comes with its risks, but we can’t let that get in the way of our personal lives. One day, you or I may die from an accident in the lab, or an angry customer, or even some extremely powerful hero, but why should we let that consume us, and not enjoy the time that we do have together?” Blackhat blinked his one eye slowly, and then a small grin spread across his lips.

“I’m an idiot.”

“Yeah, sometimes you are, sir.”

Flug was suprised to hear Blackhat laugh heartily at his response. As the doctor wiped away the last of his tear tracks, he joined in. Then in his state of sorrow turned to joy, Flug leaned in and kissed Blackhat gently before saying,

“I love you.” The eldritch mouth was open slightly in shock, and the he ducked his head and popped his coat collar up. Blackhat then mumbled something iincomprehensible.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear that, sir.” Flug had a teasing smile on his face.

“IsaidIloveyoutoo,youidiot!”

“One more time?”

“I SAID I LOVE YOU TOO, DAMMIT!”

Flug smiled, and released the last of his sorrow through a strong exhale.  Then he got to his feet, and offered a hand down to once-again boyfriend. Once up, the two made their way back to the mansion hand-in-hand, a renewed life to both of their steps.


Oh my gosh thank you for being patient with me anon, friend ;=; I’m sorry that it’s taken me so long to get another fic out, college started last week, and leading up to that I was getting ready for it. I promise I’ll get the other fics in my inbox done, as I get the time to all those that still have requests there. I hope you enjoy this, anon! 

“we’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about”//tbjzl

request:  Hiya babes! Could I get the #48 for the drabble writing with Tobi?? Thank you!! 💜💜💛💛

someone else also requested number 48 but with SImon and since ive already written a lot of simon drabbles, i thought i’d just do this once since i’ve never written about my bby tobi before

another one for the drabble challenge and i still have a lot more to get through so sorry if i haven’t posted the one you requested yet! xo


It is guaranteed that at least once a week you find yourself sat surrounded by your boyfriend and his friends as you all have a movie night. You loved them nights, mostly because you could spend time with your boyfriend.

You were cuddled up to each other on the couch, occasionally whispering things into each others ears and giggling amongst yourselves, not even noticing Callum and Harry looking at you with disgust and confusion.

Finally, Harry spoke up with a question that was clearly on his and Callum’s mind, “do you two ever get sick of each other?”

Tobi sighed and sat up a little, “why would we get sick of each other?”

“Because you’re always together,” Callum answered with a shrug, “like all the time.”

“And if you’re not together, you’re texting,” Harry quickly added.

Their statements caused you and Tobi to share a look, you had never realised how much time you spent with him until then. The two of you seemed to be in the ‘honeymoon phase’. Harry and Callum were right, if you weren’t together, you were texting each other and if you weren’t texting each other, you were facetiming.

You had never thought you would ever become so attached to someone to the point where you couldn’t bear being apart from them, but something about Tobi was different and the two of you seemed addicted to each other.

As the information sunk in, suddenly you and Tobi widened your eyes at the same time and instantly jumped apart.

“We’ve become-”

“Don’t say it,” you interrupted Tobi as you covered your ears.

“(Y/N), we need to accept it!” He exclaimed, “we’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”

One Wish

Hey, I LOOOVE your imagines! I was wondering if you could write something where the reader is Negan’s wife, but helps and falls for Daryl. Elaborate how you like, it doesn’t have to be long or it can have smut, just whatever you think would be cool is great!! If you can’t I totally understand! Have a lovely weekend! -Sam😊

Hi Sam! Sorry I’m getting to this so late! I hope you stuck around cause…you did send this…probably around six months ago and WHO WOULD WAIT THAT LONG FOR THEIR REQUEST. No one probably. But I’m trying my best to get through all these 6-8 month old requests. In November it’ll be a year since I started this blog 😊 so that’s exciting. But now I’ve got new requests coming in that I don’t wanna make the same mistake of taking six months to write it. Gotta work faster, faster, faster. Anyways, ENJOY.



It’s remarkable how quickly things change. One morning, you woke up in your husband, Negan’s arms feeling so happy and in love. You did have to share him with other wives but you didn’t care. Once the two of you were alone, it felt like those other women didn’t exist. Those moments meant so much to you. You never expected that to change.

But then Negan left for the day and didn’t come back for the rest of the night. He had returned by the next morning and when he did, he had someone new with him. You stayed in your room, knowing Negan didn’t want you coming outside just yet. But you stood by the window and watched Dwight drag out a man who was wounded badly, barely able to walk. He was pale and gaunt and bleeding profusely from his shoulder. Negan didn’t say a word to you about where he was going so this stranger’s sudden presence was quite a surprise.

“Get him in his cage,” Negan said to Dwight, “I’ll have someone come in and clean up that wound. You got him good, Dwight. Damn.”

Dwight nodded in agreement, shoving the wounded man forward, “Come on, Daryl. Get moving.”

You felt terrible for Daryl. He was moments away from collapse and was being shoved around like he was nothing. Not only that, but he looked so scared and so uncomfortable. Clearly, Daryl was some kind of enemy. Negan wouldn’t have thrown him in “his cage” if he wasn’t. But he seemed so harmless to you. What could he possibly have done?

A few moments later, Negan came into your room, laughing when you jumped away from your window, “It’s fine, Y/N. Lookin’ stunning as always. Sorry I didn’t come back last night, had some business to take care of with another group. Lessons to learn, deals to make.”

“That’s where that Daryl guy came from?” you said, “Why’d Dwight shoot him anyway?”

“Not important,” Negan replied, “Speakin’ of Daryl, Dr. Carson’s a little busy this afternoon but Daryl desperately needs his wound cleaned up. I know that Carson’s been teaching you some stuff. Mind helping me out a bit, honey?”

“Anything for you,” you said. You’d been getting better and better at all the medical stuff lately. You didn’t have the same know how that Dr. Carson did but you could give stitches and dress wounds. Negan grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a kiss on your lips. He still knew how to make you melt.

“You’re an angel,” he mumbled against your lips, “Gonna have to pay you back for this later.”

You let out a content sigh at that remark, giving Negan a small nod, “I can’t wait.”

After gathering the supplies you needed, Negan brought you to the cell he’d stuck Daryl in. You requested to be left alone with him just so he’d be at least somewhat comfortable. Negan laughed at your compassion for the man but agreed, taking Dwight and leaving. Before they left, you demanded they turn off that goddamn radio so you wouldn’t have to listen to “easy street” on repeat while you worked.

When you opened the door, you were stunned at the sight of Daryl completely naked. He was curled up in the corner of the room, fidgeting and trying to cover himself. You knew about the things Negan had done and continued to do and you always looked past it. But this was hard to ignore, hard to justify. Wasn’t it enough that he’d been shot? Now he was being humiliated? Stripped of his dignity?

“I’m here to fix up your wound,” you explained, “It’s alright. It’s just you and me here. I sent Negan and Dwight away.”

Daryl didn’t speak, didn’t even look at you. You approached him carefully, holding up the first aid kit you’d put together, “I just wanna help you. My name’s Y/N. Can you turn to face me please? So I can clean up your shoulder.”

He turned a little but still focused more on keeping himself covered. You shrugged your jacket off and held it out to him, “Here, you can cover yourself with my jacket if you want. I’m…I’m sorry about this.”

Without a word, Daryl took the jacket and laid it on his lap and finally turned to face you. You opened up your kit, “Just gonna wipe the blood off with water to start.”

You would’ve waited for a response before beginning but Daryl wasn’t going to respond to anything you said so you got a rag wet and started wiping the dried blood off his tanned skin. He winced slightly but otherwise didn’t do anything.

“Alright, I’m gonna clean the wound with something that’s gonna sting,” you explained. You took the wet rag and added rubbing alcohol. You hovered the rag above Daryl’s wound, taking a deep breath as if this was going to hurt you just as much as it would hurt him. When the rag touched his skin, he clenched his jaw and groaned, his entire body tense against your touch, “I know it hurts. I’m trying to make it quick but I wanna be thorough so you don’t get an infection.”

Daryl sucked in his breath and held it as you cleaned his wound. A few tiny whimpers escaped his lips but he still didn’t speak a word. When you finished cleaning his wound and set the rag aside, he exhaled, finally relaxing.

“I know, that’s the worst part,” you said, “I’m sure Negan won’t keep you here long. He kept Dwight here for a bit if I remember correctly. I don’t know what happened out there last night but it couldn’t have been good if Dwight shot you.”

Daryl grunted, which earned a sigh from you, “Not much of a talker, are you? I get it. After all this, how could you trust me?”

“You finished in there yet?” Negan called out, “Dwight’s got his breakfast ready!”

“Just bring it in here,” you said, “He can eat while I work.”

Dwight entered the room with a sandwich that had the strangest looking mush in it. He dropped the plate on the floor by Daryl’s legs, staring at your jacket on his lap in disgust, “What’re you doing, Y/N?”

“Just leave me to do this,” you said, “It was uncomfortable for both of us.”

“Fine,” Dwight muttered, “But he doesn’t keep the jacket. Eat up, Daryl. And hurry it up, Y/N. While we’re young, alright?”

Rolling your eyes, you continued working as Dwight walked out and left you alone with Daryl once more. You looked down at the sandwich, picking up the plate and smelling it. Was that dog food? Was Negan feeding these prisoners dog food?

“Jesus,” you whispered to yourself. You didn’t understand why Negan would take things this far. This was insane. What other lines did Negan cross right under your nose? You set the plate down on the floor, feeling uneasy as Daryl took the sandwich and bit into it, “I didn’t think it was like this.”

As usual, you got no answer from Daryl. So, you finished cleaning and dressing his wound. You gathered all of your supplies back into the first aid kit and stood up. Daryl curled back up in the corner, picking up your jacket and tossing it your way.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, “I’d let you keep it but…apparently that’s not what Negan wants. I’ll see what I can do about that.”

As soon as you left, Dwight started playing that easy street song again and it made you cringe. The thought of what Negan was putting Daryl and all the other prisoners through weighed heavily on your mind. It made you start questioning everything.

“I was thinking…” you mumbled that night as Negan was getting ready to come to bed. You tugged on a loose thread from your pillowcase, “There’s really no point in stripping those prisoners, is there? Maybe we can give them some clothes.”

“Why do you give two shits about the prisoners?” Negan said, “What did Daryl say to you while you were working on him?”

“Nothing,” you replied, “He was silent the entire time. I just think…what’s the point of stripping them and feeding them dog food?”

“All Daryl has to do is agree to kneel and join me,” Negan remarked, “It’s that simple. I don’t want you getting too close to that man, Y/N.”

“I’m not sure that’ll ever happen,” you said, “He wouldn’t say a word or even look at me. Maybe if you didn’t…well…take his clothes from him and force feed him dog food, you might get more of a response from him.”

“Look, I’ll handle things my way and you just do what you do best,” Negan said, climbing into bed beside you. It became obvious what he was implying when he buried his face in your neck, kissing along your collarbone. Normally, that shut you up and made you feel good but things felt too complicated now. It just never occurred to you how badly things were for everyone else around here.

“Negan, I’m just…not feeling it tonight,” you mumbled, “Too much on my mind.”

He sat up, chuckling softly as he shook his head and got out of bed. As he headed for the door, most likely to get what he wanted from one of his other wives, he shook his finger at you, “You’re no better than me, Y/N. You’ve lived comfortably this entire time while assholes like Daryl were in their cages. If you wanna join him, by all means just let me know and I can arrange it. Is that what you want?”

You slowly shook your head and hugged your knees to your chest. Negan laughed again, almost smugly as he opened your bedroom door, “That’s what I thought. Like I already said, Y/N, stay away from him unless I need your help treating his wounds.”

Over the next few days, Negan called on you to change Daryl’s bandages. He still hadn’t given him clothes or anything to eat other than dog food sandwiches. And he still played that easy street song incessantly, though he allowed it to be turned off while you were there. You could tell he wasn’t sleeping, probably because that song was on full blast all day long. After Negan made it clear he didn’t want you getting close to Daryl, you kept things short. It would’ve been pointless to even try anyway. He’d never trust you. You were the enemy. And Daryl was supposed to be your enemy but you just couldn’t force yourself to see him that way. Perhaps Negan was the real enemy. You knew he had an out of the ordinary way of handling things but you never thought to look into it. But after seeing Daryl in such a terrible state, you wondered what else Negan was up to.

“I wish I could convince them to keep that song off so you could sleep,” you remarked, pressing down on the edges of the bandage to keep it stuck to him.

“Get one wish and that’s what you’d ask for?” Daryl’s first words to you were cold and filled with venom but just the sound of his voice was startling enough, “Figures.”

“That’s not what I meant,” you said, your shoulders slumping, “If I got only one wish, I’d wish you right out of here. Believe me. I’d wish us all out of here.”

Daryl looked at you up and down, “Ain’t you Negan’s wife?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, “But…I’m just…starting to notice things. And I’m not liking what I’m seeing. But there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m Negan’s wife, I can’t leave.”

Daryl shrugged, “Sucks, doesn’t it?”

You paused, staring deeply into those blue eyes, your fingers lingering on his skin longer than you intended, your heart racing as a feeling crept into your mind that you weren’t sure you’d ever felt before. You shrugged the feelings off, figuring it was probably just sympathy for the naked prisoner sitting in front of you.

“Kinda does, yeah,” you said. Clearing your throat, you pulled away from him and got back up on your feet, “Well, I’m done here for today. I’ll probably see you tomorrow. Or not. I don’t know. I’m sure Negan will start sending you to Carson soon.”

Daryl nodded, holding your jacket up, “Don’t forget this.”

“Right,” you mumbled. He curled back up in the corner as you left, signaling to Dwight that you were finished and he could shut and lock the door once again. Seconds later, the music started up again and you hurried out of there before you lost your mind. But was it the song or the man making you go crazy?

Negan didn’t send you to change Daryl’s bandages anymore just as you’d expected. He made it clear that he would be sending him to Dr. Carson from now on. The more you started rejecting Negan, the more obvious it became that you had developed an attachment to Daryl. Negan, though he had many wives and just barely had a need for you, didn’t like to lose. And he especially didn’t want to lose to his prisoner. He’d keep you in his clutches forever.

But it did work. Being away from Daryl made it much easier to ignore those feelings you’d been so confused about since the last time you’d seen him. Things with Negan hadn’t gone back to the way they were before Daryl’s arrival, but you sucked it up just to keep Negan from getting angry. Lately, he’d been giving Sherri all of his attention anyway to poke at Dwight as much as he could.

Unfortunately, you would have to face those feelings eventually as Dwight found you and demanded that you come to the infirmary, claiming that Daryl refused to let Carson anywhere near him. It seemed Daryl wanted you to check his wounds and only you.

“Is that what he said?” you asked as Dwight dragged you by the arm.

“Please, he isn’t saying shit,” Dwight grumbled, “But he was fine when you were treating him and he won’t let Carson touch him. Maybe he’s gotta crush on you or something.”

“Doubt it,” you muttered, though the thought made your heart skip a beat. Once you arrived at the infirmary, you were relieved to see Daryl was finally given some clothes. They were smelly, filthy sweats but it was better than nothing. You frowned at the giant orange A on the sweatshirt, “Why’s there an A there? What’s it stand for?”

“Asshole,” Dwight snickered. You rolled your eyes as you sent him and Dr. Carson out of the room. Dwight protested at first but he knew you wouldn’t do anything until he left. You knew the resistance had something to do with Negan as Dwight always stayed away when you were helping Daryl.

Once Dwight and Dr. Carson were gone, you shut the door and walked over to the cabinets, pulling out clean bandages, “So, Dwight said you don’t want Carson treating you.”

Daryl gave a slight shrug but he was back to not speaking. You sighed as you approached him, gently touching his shoulder, “Mind if I take this off?”

He pulled the sweatshirt off over his head and you laid it down on the counter. You started with his back, as usual trying to ignore the scars on his skin. It would’ve been rude to ask where they came from. Whatever caused those scars must’ve been awful and this whole experience could easily be putting him in an even worse place.

“I wish there was something I could do,” you mumbled, lowering your voice to a whisper, “A way out for both of us.”

“Can’t be that bad for you,” Daryl said.

“I’ve just realized how wrong everything is,” you said, “I don’t want to be a part of this. I never did. I just…selfishly ignored it because I thought I was in love. But I’ve come to realize…I don’t think I was in love with him.”

Daryl turned his head slightly, “What made you realize that?”

“I…” you paused, your hands trembling as you set the dirty bandage aside. He turned his body to get a better look at you. Your body was burning up, those confusing feelings rising once more in your mind, “I…I don’t…I’m not sure. But it might be…might be um…might be something I wish I had the option to pursue.”

“So many wishes,” Daryl mumbled.

“I know,” you said, a light chuckle falling from your lips, “I’m pretty sure I only get three.”

Daryl turned back around, his elbows resting on his knees, “I wish you could too, Y/N. Wish we both could.”

You finished up with his back, pressing your lips together in a thin line as you moved to his chest, carefully peeling the bandage off, “Healing nicely. Looks like I kinda sorta know what I’m doing.”

“Yeah,” Daryl grunted. Your hand remained on his chest and you could feel his heart beating fast, which seemed to make him nervous as he started fidgeting and glancing at the door. This was insane and wrong on many levels. It would get you both into huge trouble but the longer you stared at him, the looser your grip on your self control became. His tongue darted across his thin lips as his blue eyes finally focused on you.

You found yourself leaning into him and he wasn’t protesting or stopping you. You could hear his breath tremble as your lips inched closer and closer to his. When your lips came down onto his, the electricity you felt was almost painful but you didn’t want it to stop. All the tension that surrounded the two of you in that moment faded away as you closed your eyes and held his face in your hands. You wanted to explore every inch of him, feel his hands on your skin. But Dwight was right outside the door and the two of you weren’t safe. With the last bit of self control you had, you pulled away, though you kept your forehead pressed against his.

“Wow,” you whispered. You stroked his hair before stepping away from him. You wanted to finish that kiss, take it even further but you couldn’t risk it. Negan would make Daryl’s life even worse if he found out. That kiss was already a huge risk. You took a clean bandage and placed it over his wound, “I-I’m sorry.”

Daryl took a minute to steady his breathing before he answered, “Don’t be. Just…”

“Just…what?”

“Wish…we…didn’t have to…stop.”

You sucked in your breath as you handed him his sweatshirt. You would’ve done anything to have more time alone with him. But his safety was more important than anything else right now. You sighed, “Me too.”

Negan kept you even busier after that. He didn’t seem to know about the kiss, he would’ve made it obvious that he knew. But he noticed a definite change in you so he started accompanying you to the infirmary whenever you worked on Daryl’s wounds. Negan had allowed him out of his “cage” and had him working outside. You may not have been able to go outside while he was but you could sit by your bedroom window and watch him work. He caught you staring a couple of times but he didn’t seem to mind. You could’ve sworn you’d seen him crack a smile.

You rarely spent time with Negan’s other wives anymore. You didn’t even see Negan that much anymore. You wanted so badly to get Daryl at the very least out of this place even if you couldn’t go with him. But the opportunity hadn’t come up yet. But as everything usually does, that changed when a young boy from the group Negan had taken Daryl from snuck into the sanctuary and killed two of Negan’s men. His main goal was to kill Negan but that plan obviously failed badly. It was almost sad watching that boy. You had no idea what Negan would do to him. He was so young and so angry. How had you not noticed all of these things before? Whatever love you felt for Negan couldn’t have been so blinding that you would’ve just ignored everything he was doing. Maybe it was just that Negan kept you safe, Negan fed you and clothed you and protected you. It’s easy to overlook bad things when you’re safe and sound behind thick walls. But you would rather face danger with Daryl than be safe and be a part of Negan’s cause.

With Negan gone, having taken the young boy back home, you were able to grab the keys that would get Daryl out of his cage and out of this place. No more hiding, no more pretending. You couldn’t stand this any longer. But when you got to Daryl’s cell, the door was already open and he had vanished.

“Oh god,” you mumbled to yourself. You crept through the hallways quietly as you heard the voices of Negan’s men. They would surely question why you were there, especially with keys in your hands. And you weren’t strong enough to take them down so you had to stay low and stay quiet.

The sounds of grunting and groaning suddenly came from outside, followed shortly by the sound of metal hitting the pavement. You followed the noises, rushing out the back door where all of the motorcycles and trucks were kept. Daryl was standing over a man he had just beaten to death with a metal rod. He had blood spatter all over his face and clothes. He’d changed from the sweats to a grey t-shirt, a dingy flannel, jeans, and a baseball cap. A man stood a few feet away that seemed to know Daryl but looked over at you in a panic.

“How…?” you said, “Who’s…who’s this? What’s…”

Daryl turned around to face you, “Y/N. I don’t know who but they slipped me keys. Remember when you said you wished you could get outta here?”

“I remember.”

Daryl hopped on one of the motorcycles and started it up, staring at you with hope in his eyes. You knew you wanted to leave but there was still hesitation, mostly just because you knew Negan would be furious and if you and Daryl were caught, he’d kill you both.

“You comin’ or not?” Daryl said.

“I…I’m scared,” you said, glancing at the man who’d been standing there in silence this whole time.

“There’s safety if you leave with us,” the man said, “I’m Jesus, from Hilltop.”

“See?” Daryl said, “We’ll be safe, Y/N. Come on. Leave with me. I want you to leave with me.”

You slowly came towards the bike. A smile curled on your lips as you leaned over and pulled him into a kiss. You could finally kiss him freely without a care in the world. He returned the kiss more aggressively than he had before back at the infirmary and you could never get enough of it. After this, you could kiss him whenever you wanted without fear. You could kiss him, hug him, hold his hand, fall asleep in his arms. He made you feel safer than Negan ever could.

“Let’s go,” you said as you pulled away from Daryl’s lips. You climbed onto the bike behind Daryl, wrapping your arms around him as Jesus told him he’d catch up with them. You rested your head on Daryl’s back as he rode off. Looking back at the sanctuary getting smaller and smaller was exhilarating, “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“Believe it, Y/N,” Daryl said, “We’re outta that hellhole.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, “For being a part of that. I can’t believe you still want me to go with you. You should’ve just left me there.”

Daryl rode down the empty streets for a few moments until there was enough distance between you two and the sanctuary. He pulled over to the side of the road and leaned back a little, sighing heavily, “Because that ain’t who you are, Y/N. Could tell from the moment we met. You’re better than those pricks. Deserve better too.”

“You really mean that?” you said.

“I do,” he replied. As he started the motorcycle up again, you distracted him for a moment, placing a few kisses along his jaw. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch, “What’re you up to, Y/N?”

You wrapped your arms around him once more, running your hands up his chest a little, whispering softly in his ear, “I still wanna finish that kiss.”



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Reader x Alex Standall x Justin Foley General Dating Headcanons

Request: Hi! I love the way you write! I just want to ask you if you can do a headcanon about a poly relationship? Justin*Reader*Alex Thank you All the love c:

 

A/N: This is my first justlex reader headcanon, and I’ve been waiting! I’m happy to do a series if I get any requests (once they’re open) :)

 

Warnings: Polyamory, Mentions of mild homophobia.

 

Reader x Alex Standall x Justin Foley General Dating Headcanons…

  • You all met through your classes at school and mutual jock friends

  • None of you really realised you were falling for the others- there was just an ‘oh shit’ moment when you all realised you were already goners
  • Justin was the first to crave affection and be clingy af (but struggled the most with initiating it), and Alex was the first to initiate the dates (though it took you all a while to call them dates), and you were the first one to label them your boyfriends

  • Lots of cuddles and cute kisses
  • Always playing with each other’s hair

  • Painting each other’s nails when they let you
  • Movie/Video game nights

  • Wrapping your arms around each other’s shoulders in school
  • Constantly sharing jackets

  • Hanging out with the jocks
  • The jocks eventually figuring your relationship out and always gently teasing you all

  • So many dates at Rosie’s and Monet’s
  • Going to the crestmont together, but usually just snuggling up and giggling in the back corner

  • None of your parents exactly understand poly relationships, so even though it’s not a secret, you haven’t exactly said you’re all dating
  • Open door policy when you hangout though

  • Justin calling you both at 2am and you all end up sneaking into someone’s room when things are bad for him at home
  • Justin being the little/middle spoon while you and Alex take care of him

  • Alex taking you both on long drives and secret adventures
  • Usually sitting in Justin or Alex’s lap at parties and functions so that the drunk jocks know not to flirt with you

  • No one ever feeling like a third wheel
  • Your group chat is basically just filled with kissy face emoji’s, whines for attention, memes and gifs

  • Arguing over who gets to choose the Netflix show and then either falling asleep or getting distracted with Netflix and chill
  • Hickies! And a lot of chest and ass grabbing from everyone

  • Winks in the hallway and other generally embarrassing things
  • Wanting to spend every second of the day with each other to make the others smile

  • Just all loving each other so much and being completely inseparable, regardless of what anyone else has to say



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VIXX Reaction---That’s my kid???

“What would be Vixx reaction if they broke up with you (because of his career) and after a year he sees you holding a baby wich is his but you never told them (someone else did)”

So this request was sent to me with several other ones, so I decided to get it done today so here it is.

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N:  Once you got his message saying that he knew your baby was his, you decided to meet him and bring you child with you.  He instantly hugged your little one and asked to be a part of his life since hes already missed a year already.  

Leo:  He had found out that your child was his through a mutual friend.  He contacted you and asked why you didn’t tell him as hes upset he wasn’t there for a year.  You met up later with your child and let Leo start to bond with his child.

Ken:  He ran into you while you were out with your daughter by accident.  He asked why she looked so much like him and you told him the truth.  He was upset that you didn’t let him know causing him to miss out on her first years.  

Ravi:  You decided to call him and tell him about your child with him.  He would be very upset that you hadn’t told him and question you about it for years to come and then ask to be included in her life.

Hongbin:  When he found out from your mom that he has a son with you, he would confront you about it and demand that you let him in his son’s life.  You tried to tell him why you hadn’t done that but he would be more concerned on getting to know his son instead of your excuse.

Hyuk:  He was super suprised when a fan asked him how his daughter was.  when he confronted you about it and you told him the truth, he would be really excited to get to know is adorable little daughter.

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Here To Help: Tom x Black Reader

Requested: Can you do one where the reader is black and the reader is tired from work but she has to do Bantu knots so Tom does them for her.


You came in from a hard, long day of classes and then your job. “Hey love!” You heard your boyfriend, Tom yelled from the bedroom. “Hi!” You barely uttered. You dug in the fridge and took out leftovers from the previous night when you felt a pair of strong arms snake around your waist. 

“I missed you.” He sighed. “I missed you too.” You two sat in the living room while you ate. “How was your day?” He asked, massaging your feet. “I’m so exhausted I can’t even remember.” He smiled and kissed you. He took your plate after you finished and you went to take a shower. 

After getting ready for bed you crashed and buried your face in the pillow. “Shit!” You said. “What?” He asked not being able to hear your muffled voice. “I forgot I have to do my hair but I am so damn tired.” You said more clearly. “I can do it.” He said without missing a beat. 

You looked up, “Are you sure?” “Of course, I watch you do it all the time and plus you’re exhausted, it’s the least I could do.”

You didn’t argue, “Okay.” He smiled and ran o the bathroom to get everything you used. His tender, loving fingers through your hair calmed you and you dozed off. He smiled once he finally finished and wrapped your hair. “Goodnight love.” He kissed you on the forehead and tucked you in. 


I know this was short but I have other requests and I felt that if it was too long it wouldn’t be as cute lol. Hope you enjoyed ❤

anonymous asked:

While I was sending a request in my internet stopped working so if you already got it sorry. How would Muu, Kouen and Sinbad react to their kid crying because people have been bullying and badmouthing them because they're adopted.

Nope only came in once, all good.


Muu

> The half-fanalis is sad. He knows the struggle you sometimes get from other people and also that children can be very cruel. So for his own child having to go through something like bullying, it breaks his heart. Muu will give it a big hug, patting it’s back until it stops crying, reassuring it that this fact won’t ever change his feelings towards his child. He might bring his kid from one place to another more often now, just to make sure that the constant bullying stops


Kouen

> Kouen can’t help but sigh, He won’t admit it but he expected the possibility of this happening, knowing that there would always be envious people looking at the royals begrudgingly. Sitting his child down he’ll try to explain to it what’s going on and why it’s faced with this situation, giving his best in preparing it for future happenings and telling it that it doesn’t make it less like his child, just because it was adopted


Sinbad

> Sinbad too, expected it to happened, but believed in the good sides of people. Calming it down as his first priority, Sinbad will let it cry out all the frustration building up in its tiny body, before giving it some advises for the future. Not that he’d turn a blind eye on the bullying though. He wouldn’t be the king if he or his generals couldn’t even put a halt onto something as simple as the bullying of his child

Updates and Patreon Startup

I’ve been really excited to make this announcement. It’s been in the works for a few months now, but I’ve been trying to get myself organized and outline the remainder of my other fics before I start in on it.

In the beginning of November, I’ll be starting a Patreon. (A daunting task for a writer, but I’ll be fully graduated by December and I’ll have better writing hours once it’s over.)

November through December will be regular OW and Voltron fics, plus requests for patreons!

Then, starting in January, all patreons and only patreons, will get to journey through a multi-chapter Original Story by me! As that month draws closer, I’ll be teasing with summaries, characters, and more.

Aphelion will be available starting in January! Every month will get a chapter(each one 10k and up words!).


Other updates:

Illuminate is in the works. Swear it. 

And then we fall - Chapter One - will be a four-part R76 fic starting in the next two weeks.

These aching bones final chapter

Two Voltron fics. Both surprises. ;)

Then stay tuned for my piece for the R76 RBB!

Then the present for reaching my next thousand followers! You voted, I obeyed!

And in February, my Mchanzo BB will be ready!


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peachtonium  asked:

do you think you'd ever recolor plasticbox's cuttlefish arm chair to match your other recolors? or if you don't want to, would you mind if i used your textures to do it? i don't wanna put too much pressure on you since i see your amazing wip for standardheld already and i know sometimes trying to do a lot at once is too much! :} tysm for the amazing content lately btw

thank you for being so darn polite! i can definitely recolor plasticbox’s arm chair to match for you, that’s no problem at all- i’m about halfway through the recolors on standardheld’s request but it won’t take me long to finish those up and get started on yours. i’m happy to hear you’re into my content, that makes it all worth it! if you ever are interested in using textures like mine please feel free to do so, everything i use is either from maxis or other simmers’ palettes/actions anyway, so yeah don’t hesitate to get creative!

Movie Night

Prompt 1: MAJOR GADREEL FEELS YAY so i was wondering (since you are a great writer) can you make one gadreel x reader where it’s late at the evening and the reader is wearing nothing but one of his tshirts and underwear and they watch some movie or something and he’s sitting right behind her and he starts to kiss her neck and run his hands over her and they end up making hot passionate sex? PLEASE YOU WRITE THESE THING PRETTY WELL AND I’M SURE YOU CAN DO THIS ONE GREAT TOO x

Prompt 2: More gadreel smut when you can pleasessssss and thankssss ilysm
Prompt 3: More Gadreel smut please please please!!!!
Prompt 4
Prompt 5
Rating: Explicit/Mature
Pairing: Gadreel/Reader
Word Count: 1,149
Warnings: Surprisingly, none!
Author’s Note: Had fun writing this, decided to put some requests together, hope no one minds!:) Like I said I LOVE Gadreel prompts because I love me some Gadreel!:p So, send them in!!! I have more Gadreel fics to finish so this week is all about him, I’ll still be doing other requests but my drafts are full of Gadreel and I’m just trying to get them all done. Oh, and I had no idea what to name this lol!

This hasn’t been beta’d yet, so, sorry for the mistakes, I’ll update it once my beta gets back to me. But enjoy it right now, mistakes and all!!:p

Edit: This has been beta’d!
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”_____, dear one, the movie is about to begin, are we still watching it?” Gadreel’s voice called through the door of the bedroom.

“Yeah, I’m just putting on something a little more comfortable, I’ll be out in a minute.” You called back, rummaging through your drawer, looking for a clean shirt. You gave up looking for one of your’s, and ended up taking one of Gadreel’s t-shirts. You pulled the soft fabric over your head, and it was then that you realized that the shirt it was just long enough to cover your panties, but was sure to ride up when you sat down.

You shrugged, not really caring, and made your way out into the living room where your angel sat sprawled out on the couch, one of his long legs stretched out, while the other hung off it. You giggled at his lax posture, making the short walk over to him and sitting down between his legs, leaning back against him while his arms wrapped around your waist.

The cool skin of his arms contrasted sharply against the warm skin of your stomach, and you could feel his chest rise and fall with his breathing. For half the movie, all you ended up concentrating on was the fluttering warm feeling in the pit of your stomach that you got just from being around him.

 He started with subtle touches here and there, but as minutes went by, they became bolder. His lips pressed to your neck,making you gasp out his name softly.

“I just could not take it anymore, you look amazing with my clothes on–I have to touch you.” His warm tone reminded you of honey and you felt the need to kiss him. You wanted to taste him.

“You’re always starting something.”

You sat up and turned in his arms, automatically covering his mouth with yours.

His hands gripped your thighs so he could easily get up, and you squealed with surprise when he lifted you. Your legs wrapped around his waist while your lips still moved with his. You moaned into his mouth when you felt your own open for his prodding tongue. You could feel his length through the thin material of your panties and you shifted your hips slightly so you could rub against him.

“We’re supposed to be watching the movie.” You panted when you separated your lips from his.

“That is the farthest thought from my mind at the moment.”

Everything twisted, and suddenly you were dropped on the bed, with Gadreel hovering over you.

His look made your pussy throb, you needed him to fill you quickly, but he had a different pace in mind. He leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead then proceeded down, kissing your nose which made you giggle and then your lips. If you could, you would have kissed him forever, his lips were soft but firm–they were perfect for you. He pulled out of the kiss and your lips created a small smacking sound, making him smile. His lips continued down your neck to the top of his shirt.

The angel’s warm hands began pushing the shirt up and you helped lift it over your head. He bit his lip when he saw you had no bra on, his hands automatically covering your breasts, kneading the flesh. His thumbs stroked your nipples, getting a moan from you as you arched into him. You could feel your panties dampen more with your wetness each time he kissed or touched you.

Gadreel kissed between your breasts and over your stomach until he got to the top of your sex. His hands slid down to peel your panties away and off, and the scent of your arousal filled the space. You heard a deep growl come from the angel and it was no later after that that his fingers separated your folds and his tongue swiftly swiped up your womanhood, circling your clit.

You cried out, your hands sliding through his short hair and your legs threatening to close. With slight hesitation, his finger circled your opening before it was pushed into your core.

“Ah, G-Gadreel, I need more. I need you inside me, please!”

Your plea was not left unheard, soon after he was over you again, his clothing thrown carelessly to the floor and his lips covering yours once more. One of his hands lined himself up with you, and your legs widened before you gave a sharp intake of breath as he entered you. You were never really prepared for the first thrust, but it always felt good to have him in you.

“A-Are you okay?” His rugged, heavy voice asked.

Your answer was the slight tilt of your hips that made him groan.

Your walls accommodated to his length and width, and he held himself up on his forearms as he thrust out then back in slowly at first, letting you adjust. You clung to him, looking into his eyes, and moaned out a request for him to go faster–he gladly obliged. 

His lips met yours in short passionate kisses and suddenly he flipped the both of you so you were now on top of him. He still continued to pump into you as you held yourself up, your hands on his chest as you rode him. You met his eyes as a smirk, identical to yours, played on his face. One of your hands trailed down and your fingers began rubbing your clit, intensifying your pleasure, and his as well, apparently. 

“I love watching you touch yourself." He growled, and you brought him deeper into you, walls tightening.

You rode him until he came to his end, shouting something in Enochian. You continued to ride him through his orgasm and your’s hit not too soon after. You threw your head back in ecstasy, a cry of pleasure passing your lips and you finally collapsed on top of him, your cheek on his chest that heaved with every breath he took.

You took some time to calm down, but when you did, you began giggling and kissed his chest and neck before getting to his lips.

”… I do not think I will ever be used to the feeling of ejaculating, it is so intense.“ He said, voice still rugged and deep, euphoria still etched on his face.

"Glad I could bring you such pleasure.” You laughed.

“We should do this again very soon.”

“And how soon is soon?”

“When you have caught your breath." 

Your eyes widened as you felt him harden against you, but he just smiled up at you.

"You and your angel stamina.”

Is all that you were able to say before you were rolled onto your back, Gadreel’s mouth slanting over yours.

It was going to be a long night.

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Lucid Dreaming tips for beginners! – Where to start?

Once again I’ve been getting lots of questions through on where to start lucid dreaming, requests for the rough basics of what’s going on and other similar ideas. I thought I would help you all out and simply put together a tick-list of the steps that I went through myself when learning how to lucid dream.

These are key points or ‘milestones’ if you like for you to tackle on your journey, and also areas for you to research and get up to speed with before putting the theory into practice in a lucid dream.

Research Lucid Dreaming as much as possible!

As a lucid dreamer, getting all the theory in first will help out a lot with the practical side of things. Every lucid dream is different and no set method or technique will work each time – so the more you know the better. Imagine it as a guidebook built upon your own knowledge of tips and tricks for each and every situation you come across. The more you know the quicker and more easily you’ll get the hang of actually being in a lucid dream and manipulating it.

Remember your dreams!

What’s the point of trying to lucid dream if you won’t even remember your experience? A lucid dream is just like any other dream and can be just as easily forgotten. Ensure you have great dream recall, remembering at least a couple of dreams each night. Better dream recall has lots of benefits aside from this, and helps you to get to know your dreams a little better.

Keep a Dream Journal!

This is the best tool there is for remembering you dreams – writing them down each morning before you forget (which is all too easy). It also allows long term storage of dreams so you can flick back through your dream journal and see if there are any reoccurring themes. Such ‘dream signs’ are themes you can look out for in future dreams to indicate that you’re lucid (like spontaneous flight).

Induce your first lucid dream!

Dreams are either induced from being awake (WILD) or from being asleep (DILD) with all methods being categorized into these two groups. DILDs are something I’d recommend for beginners – where you set up good habits in your waking life which will effectively ‘carry over’ into your dreams if you repeat them enough. As dreams mimic reality somewhat,  keeping your waking thoughts focused on dreams will mean that so too will your ‘dream thoughts’ be focused on recognizing if you are dreaming.

Knowing you’ve had a lucid dream!

A lucid dream is a dream in which you are aware of the fact you are dreaming. ‘Dreams-about-lucid-dreams’ are irritating for in all senses the content of the dream is exactly as you’d imagine it to be – but the awareness and understanding that you in a dream is not there. This means you are not lucid dreaming by definition. Lucidity itself is a way for us to more reliably influence our dreams into an outcome we prefer.

Use Reality Checks as much as possible!

For DILDs where we cannot directly influence our dreams we have to use the fact that dreams naturally mimic much of what goes on in waking life. Frequently checking if you are dreaming when awake will mean you’ll soon be doing reality checks in your dreams. The point of a reality check is to practice ‘getting lucid’ so much so that you start doing it in your dreams – Thus you actually get lucid.

Do Reality Checks properly!

Yep, learn what’s really behind reality checks. These shouldn’t just be mindless actions as in a dream the outcome will be ‘rationalized’ and you won’t get lucid. Lucidity itself is a state of awareness and it is this that you should be practicing – your own understanding of the reality you are in rather than mindlessly doing a physical action. Also make sure you research lots of different reality checks and find the ones that work for you!

Keep dreams in shape!

Whenever you are in a lucid dream make sure you keep everything stable. It’s easy to get caught up with what’s going on only for the dream to collapse – so practice multi-tasking and focus on the structure of the dream. This is based upon stability which is mostly affected by your own lucidity (which is all too easy to lose if you are doing something and forget you are in a dream). Your first lucid dreams will likely collapse due to intense emotions so practice by trial and error until you get a feel for it – stabilization techniques will help and are defiantly worth researching.  

Keep an eye out for false awakenings!

These are interesting for it simply appears that you wake up but for the fact you are still in a dream. False awakenings exactly mimic you waking – up to the point where it’s a near perfect imitation of reality. These can happen repeatedly or not at all and affect various people differently. Practice doing a reality check every time you wake up and not only will prevent false awakening but you’ll get lucid every time you have one.

Experiment to find what works for you!

That means going through different induction methods for both DILDs and WILDs, as well as stabilization techniques, reality checks and much more! We’re all individuals and our experiences, dreams, as well as both strengths and weaknesses differ. It’s easy to get caught up with ‘fool-proof-work-every-time-techniques’ which just don’t exist. Find what works for you as an individual and adjust methods to focus on your strengths! Don’t feel worried about giving up on methods or sticking with them to see how they work out – it’s all up to you.

Open your mind to the possibilities of the dream environment!

Work with the dreams you have rather than trying to create your ‘perfect dream’ each time. Explore the dream within its own limits before creating your own and see what wonders there are out there waiting for you. Each dream is different and gives you a new experience to explore how you see fit. Simply overpowering a dream to create what you want will collapse it most of the time. Indirect methods of control are the most effective for many situations you’ll encounter.

Don’t give up!

Lucid dreaming requires a lot of effort pretty much continually to keep you knee deep in lucid dreams – so stick to it! If you’re doing everything right, the more effort you put in the more lucid dreams you’ll get. Typically things are hard for beginners due to inexperience but as soon as you get lucid a few times and get a feel for what’s involved things will get progressively easier. So don’t give in.

I hope that help – Good luck and sweet lucid dreams!

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Imagine Requests - The Tables have Turned

Can you write an imagine where Justin is really mad at y/n for some reason and he’s going off on her but y/n is secretly getting turned on by him and J notices, but he’s still mad so he gets all up in her face but won’t touch her to get her all hot and bothered and just when she thinks he’s about to kiss her, he just doesn’t say anything and walks out of the room? Lol I know it’s kind of a crazy request but I just thing that’d be so hot! Thanks hun xx

“I never see you anymore!” Justin’s face was red, his hands flying through his hair constantly. I stood at the other side of our bedroom. “Everyone else gets so much time with you but me, your own boyfriend, sees you once every few days!” He turned to look at me as I stood helplessly.

“I don’t know what you want me to do, Justin.” I hissed at him, feeling anger trail through me due to his accusations and blame. “I just don’t have as much time as I used to have.” Like Justin, I threw my arms up in annoyance.

“If you want to make this work, you make time, that’s how it works. If you can’t, tell me now because I don’t like wasting my time.” He moved closer to me. I took in his features more clearly now.

I gazed at him intently. I noticed the way his jaw clenched, just like it does when he thrusts into me. I noticed the way he has a deep frown on his face like the one he has when he’s concentrating on pleasuring me. His body was tense the same way it is when he’s about to reach his high. I bit down on my lip as I watched him.

I felt my body becoming flustered and my breathing increasing ever so slightly as my mind switched to something other than this argument. The way he glared at me and shook slightly made my body hot. I squirmed as I attempted to stand still.

Justin’s P.O.V

I watched her. She was turned on by this and I knew it, I loved it. She bit down on her bottom lip as she caught my gaze, her chest raised and fell just a little more rapidly. I watched her squeeze her legs together, I had to stop myself from letting out a groan.

“I can’t keep doing this, [Y/N].” I growled at her, my jaw clenching as I got close to her. “If you want to make this work, make time.” A small smirk edged its way onto my face when I got close, I could almost smell how worked up she was getting.

“O-Okay.” She stuttered, not faltering as I got closer. My breath hit her face, causing her eyes to shudder.

“This turns you on, doesn’t it?” The grin broke out on my face. “Seeing me angry with you makes you worked up, it puts fantasies and thoughts that you know you shouldn’t be having in your head.”

She let out a shaky breath, looking as though she was holding back a whimper or a moan, I couldn’t tell which. She fumbled with her fingers.

“I’m right, aren’t I? Tell me I’m right, [Y/N].” My stare burned into her face as she looked away. She nodded and looked down to her feet. “I knew it. You want me to take my anger towards you, out on you, don’t you?” She nodded. “You want me to fuck you so hard we both forget what we were fighting about, don’t you?” She nodded once more.

“You know, I think you’re so beautiful, and even though you’re a huge pain in the ass, I love you.” I rasped, getting closer to her. “And I wanna make you feel good, but you’ve been a bad girl towards me so I don’t think you deserve it.” I still didn’t touch her, I made sure her body was going to be burning for me by the end. She whimpered under her breath making me bite down on the inside of my cheek.

“I can see how desperately hot you’re getting. You want my hands on your body, you want our skin to be touching, you want my dick inside you.” With every word that left my mouth, I felt her becoming more flushed and heated.

“Justin,” She whispered softly, not looking at me however.

“I know, babygirl. You want release, you want the pleasure.” I inched my face closer to hers, moving my eyes down to her lips and back up to her eyes. I felt her awaiting breath against my face. Before I got closer and kissed her, I stopped. “You want to be with me now that you’re horny, don’t you? Oh, the tables have turned, princess.” I winked at her and turned on my heels, heading for the stairs, leaving her stood astonished and dumbfounded.

sorry for not uploading any pics recently ;x;

i know i haven’t done any of the halloween pics for dami and dick too. Im sorry.

i will be posting the designs later once my dead phone is revived.

for the time being I’m planning to make a new jaytim au and comic and short SO I DONT BAIL OUT ON THE OTHERS LIKE I HAVE DONE SO. a page a day or two if i can.

NEW GOAL: finish a comic <<<<   (:,3ヽ)_

oh and I’m still not open for requests but if there is an idea you’d like to see in my art (if your ok with my art) i can draw them! but the thing is i wont go through every one of them, so i wish you all luck if your idea gets picked!