she wanted to get her drink on

DATING VAMPIRE!SOOJUNG

Can I request dating vampire!krystal headcanons? Thank you! ❤️

★she’s royalty  

★her family were against you at first

★but when she refused to leave you

★they slowly learned to accept you  

★you get invited to family ‘dinners’   

★where soojung spends the entire time by your side  

★so you don’t get hurt  

★she’s dated other vampires before

★but has never felt that connection

★until she saw you walking down the street

★she knows you’re her soulmate

★but doesn’t want to drink from you to confirm it

★she may be royalty

★but she’ll do anything for you in a flash

★when you’re together she isn’t princess soojung

★she’s just soojung

★which is why she loves being with you even more

★she can be normal-ish with you

★she wants to change you so badly  

★but couldn’t stand seeing you in that pain  

★she gives great fashion advice   

★her wardrobe is massive  

★likes staying at your home  

★feels warm and cozy compared to hers

★she always takes bites from your food

★just to see what it’s like

★protective af

★somebody even looking at you will anger her

★she hasn’t waited all this time for you 

★to have others 

★loves drawing

★she’s got hundreds of sketchbooks 

★every page has you on it

★she’ll never show them to you

★bc she’s shy

★likes playing with your fingers 

★has clothes that cost thousands 

★but would rather wear your pyjamas

★because your smell is her fave

★sleeps with her face buried in your hair

★her arms won’t leave you until you wake up

★likes bathing with you

★she’ll light 234234932 candles 

★and put on some classical music

★she’ll massage your shoulders

★and kiss all over your skin

nsfw from here

★she’s so soft 

★likes dressing you both up in pastel lace

★’baby, you look so tasty’ 

★she’ll spend most of the time kissing over your skin 

★sometimes she’ll leave a faint mark here and there 

★your moans are the sweetest music to her ears 

★’be loud for me, baby’

★your fingers in her hair drives you wild

★holds you as close as she can when you cum

★she likes sleeping on your chest

★so she can listen to your heartbeat more   

Had lunch with my son yesterday and had an incredibly disheartening conversation at the lunch table with one of his friends.

I noticed she wasn’t eating much on her tray and chalked it up to the fact that she was super talkative. Chatty kids get distracted when conversation gets away from them. I saw time was close to up and they’d have to go back to class soon so I reminded her she only had about for minutes to eat. She told me she didn’t want to eat. I asked if it was because she doesn’t like tacos (that’s what they were serving) but she said no.

“I don’t want to get fat.”

Guys… This girl is eight years old. Thin as a rail. And she’s worried about eating too much to the point that the only thing she ate on her plate was the fruit cup. She didn’t eat anything else or even drink her milk. An eight year old. Afraid of getting fat.

I asked her what was wrong with being fat. I’m fat. She said if you get fat your heart stops and you die. I thought: Jesus fucking Christ, what are they teaching these kids?

I let her know that that’s not true, like at all. I’m fat but I eat healthy and exercise with some frequency. Doesn’t mean my heart is going to stop because I ate one too many tacos. And that she shouldn’t stop herself from eating just because she’s afraid of gaining weight. Jesus do these growing kids know how important it is for them to eat? That food is fuel? I feel so bad for this girl but I’m not sure what else I could have said or if it even took at all.

I feel so terrible. No child should be looking at food and think ‘but what if it makes me fat?’ This fat shaming culture we live in is absolutely disgusting.

anonymous asked:

Can you write about the reader having anxiety? She has a rough day and comes home completely exhausted, ready to change into an oversized flannel of Dacre’s, curl up on the couch under a heavy blanket with Netflix on. She’s had some rough times lately with her anxiety, but kept it to herself and today was the day that took its toll on her? Dacre comes home and notices so he gets her favorite drink before cuddling. They talk absentmindedly before she tells him what’s wrong. He’s very supportive.

Boyfriend!Dacre is everything I want and need.

Disclaimer: I in no way mean to romanticize anxiety. I have anxiety and sometimes it’s nice to find comfort in a celebrity crush and I’m here to provide that comfort with that crush. 

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anonymous asked:

Hot coco and marshmallows. (I know you said one word but it's one drink, close enough, right?) Marietta or Adrienette, bonus if you include a transformation (this is post reveal, after all.)

Ladybug shivered as a gust of wind made her hair dance around her face. It was a bit chilly to be walking around but she wanted to spend every second that she could with Chat Noir. 

“Do you wanna get a hot drink?” Chat asked in concern. He was wearing the scarf she made him over his suit and didn’t seem as bothered by the cold. 

“That’d be great,” Marinette agreed emphatically. They quickly transformed and headed to a nearby coffee shop. Hot chocolate would definitely be good right then. Adrien insisted on paying for it, much to her chagrin. 

“Look, they put actual marshmallows in the hot cocoa!” Marinette pointed excitedly to where the barista was making her drink. It looked delicious and she was grateful to Adrien for suggesting they take a break. 

Adrien watched her with a smile as she took a sip of her drink and squealed with delight. It was delicious. 

Adrien chuckled. “You’re so cute.”

Marinette suddenly felt warm for reasons that had nothing to do with the hot chocolate. 

At a brunch…

MC Sophomore: My life is falling apart… Kaitlyn needs my suport for winning The battle of the bands, James graduated and left the newspaper to be run by Reina, Chris is stressing out after the championship and Abbie and Taylor are on the verge to broke up… On top of that, they want to demolish the house we are living in…I mean, can it get more worse???

MC ILITW: Tell me about it. Me and my friends are being hauted by a evil spirit who probably is responsible for two massacres.

MC ES: - “casually sipping from their drink” -

I’m still trying to stop the end of the world and saving Hartfield from turning into a pile of ash. Oh yeah, with the help of my older self.

MC Sophomore: faints…

MC ILITW: Did she just?…

MC ES:… Yeah. Just give her a minute. Waiter! We need some water over here! Thanks!

Dicking Around

Storytime!

A few years back my mates and I were dressed up for Halloween and my cat furry roommate (good guy, furries are entertaining folks) was wearing his partial suit out with us. We were in Boston proper and all of us were on a budget at the time, so the only option for a late night drink and dinner open to us was a place called Dick’s Last Resort. 

If you’ve never been, the big draw at Dick’s is that they’re dicks to you.  The staff are sarcastic, they throw your menus and straws and shit at you, and they make you hats that say mean stuff. 

I don’t get it either. So anyways, we’ve got - I’ll call him Frank - the cat with us, and Frank’s 100% ready to go fuck with Dicks, so we head on in.

The waitress starts doing her bit, but the cat in the room has thrown off her game and she doesn’t really know how to handle Frank in Full Cat mode. 

He points out the drink he wants without speaking, with a paw, on the menu and she asks for an ID and starts saying ‘I swear to god your ID better have a big fuckkin’ cat on it or-“

She threw his licence back at us and walked away speechless. Didn’t talk to us the rest of the evening.

Anyways, I dug up this old photo today and thought it deserved to be preserved for posterity.  So here you go, the day Frank broke Dicks.

Edit: My roomie’s been getting linked this post like crazy! He also gave me permission to post his twitter. You should follow him because he’s hilarious and lovely.  @theSmudgiestCat

let’s just talk for a moment here. 

I’m gonna say itLena Luthor loves Kara Danvers. loves her. and there are soooo many reasons why. 

first, let’s just list the reasons off the bat, then I’ll explain my reasonings. 

  • donuts
  • lip bites/glances/looks
  • the thirst factor
  • food dates
  • meeting Alex
  • gala
  • flowers
  • her heroics
  • “I’ve never stood behind a man” 
  • “I’m here for you, if you still want that”
  • “I miss you”
  • “I didn’t see your name on the by line”/ “unquit”
  • “I trust you”/Catco
  • heart emoji

ok let’s get started:

first, the doughnuts.

 lena is known for eating healthy. she drinks kombucha. she gets kara to probably eat vegetables. y’know the regular. probably is on a no carb diet. we never see her eating anything bad, because she’s probably been preened all her life to be picture perfect and eat only what’s good for you. but here comes her bff, her gal pal kara danvers, traipsing in with a bag of doughnuts. this happened a couple times, actually. lena indulged in a doughnut for kara. 

the lip bites, holy fuck. I’m going to tie this in with the glances too. because holy mother of god. 

lena is always checking kara out, biting her lip (most likely surprising moans bc hot damn she’s in love with this woman) and the looks. the looks of. pure. unadulterated. love. 

I mean you cannot tell me the look on lena’s face is anything but love? come on. even a blind man could tell. 

next, lena’s thirst factor. 

girl, she is always, always, (almost) always seen with a drink when around kara! 

exhibit A: their first meeting, lena has to pause and get herself a damn glass of water

exhibit B: granted, yes they’re at a restaurant, but lena’s got an almost empty glass, bc hot damnvers kara is something. (lets take in account that kara’s glass is empty)

exhibit C: in the most recent episode 3.01, lena is yet again, shown pouring herself some water bc girl is thirsty af 

exhibit D: oh looky here, Lena’s getting a drink. I am pretty sure Kara just makes her speechless and she needs water to talk

exhibit E: y’all see where I’m going with this, right?

their brunch/lunch/dinner/kombucha dates

lena always seems to have a food date with kara. always. I mean it’s one thing to have one on occasion but they’re known to have these? and I know damn well that kara isn’t always the one to initiate them. lena is probably the one to invite her because she’s rich and offers to feed kara’s immense appetite. 

what about the first time lena was introduced to Alex properly?

this. this is the face of jealousy. she shows up unannounced at kara’s apartment (where’d she even get kara’s address?) and sees this beautiful woman in kara’s apartment and she’s jealous af, and Alex doesn’t let on anything. doesn’t, for a split second, let on that she’s kara’s sister, because I’m pretty sure she knew what Lena’s thoughts were. she knew for a flash of a second, lena was actually jealous, but ew gross, kara is her sister, and that’s when kara finally speaks up, and Lena’s face softens, and she remembers what she actually came over for… 

the gala

she invites, not only kara and supergirl to the gala, but kara’s man friend, mike of the interns, because she doesn’t care. if kara’s friends with this person, she figures she can trust this person too, who tf cares if you met them five seconds ago and could’ve easily told him “It’s an elite party, and I’m inviting kara as my plus one, sorry” but no, she extends an invitation to mike of the interns…

the flowers: plumerias

these are plumerias, for anyone who hasn’t seen them before. they come in all different colors, ranging from blues, pinks, purples, melon, peach, yellow and white. they are an exotic flower, and a bit hard to come by. they have to be imported, usually from Hawaii. they have a few different meanings, but in Chinese, they symbolize love. they mean “I love you” and “you are special” 

and kara’s office, just so happens to be overflown with flowers, most likely plumerias because she mentioned they remind her of her mother, and lena would totally import those flowers and fill her office as a thank you to saving her just because she loves kara. and you know damn well she knows what those flowers mean. she’s smart, we’ll touch on this fact later.

lena being a hero

she is.. its a fact. whether it’s supergirl or kara danvers’s hero, national city’s hero, or anyone’s hero, lena is a hero. 

lena chooses kara and being the hero and will always choose kara and being the hero. when it came to saving jack or saving supergirl, she chose kara over her ex-lover. and we can probably assume that because a) lena is young and b) lena is a luthor, jack was probably her only real relationship. she did love him, you could tell with the emotion from the kiss and even the relaxed-ness of her date with him, they were friends. and she did miss is company, though she wouldn’t date him again. yet then it comes to kara, as supergirl, and she has to choose whether to save jack or end his life to save national city’s hero. she chooses to let jack go, therefore ultimately killing him so she can save kara. she also saves kara’s man child boyfriend from the evil daxamite guard. by shooting him with an alien gun. and she and Winn made whatever that thing was under the table at the gala and it stopped those evildoers from attacking supergirl, and the kicker, my favorite, saving the whole population of national city, not once, but fucking twice.

in s2e8 lena, after finding out her mother is the ringleader of CADMUS, and kara ultimately yells at her and accuses her of knowing what her mother did, etc, still saves national city. she undermines her mother, weasels her way onto her mother’s good side, double-crosses her and makes the medusa virus inert, therefore saving national city’s population of aliens when the only friend she had hated her for the moment. she could’ve easily just given in and killed all the aliens, but she didn’t. she chose to save them because she loves kara and her pro-alien bleeding heart views, even when they sometimes disagree and fight. 

and then again in s2e22, lena, and with the help of Lillian, build a device to rid the planet of the daxamites invading earth. a device that sends out lead into the atmosphere. and she knows what it’ll do. she knows that it’s going to send Mon-el away, and you know she was lowkey happy about that, but she knows it’ll put kara through hell, yet she let’s kara make the ultimate decision to choose whether to go on with it, and kara does. supergirl tells them to use the device. and lena yet again, saves everyone, all because she loves kara and kara is her hero.

and let’s not forget the best time lena was a hero and shot Corbin, therefore saving none other than Special Agent Alex Danvers with the DEO… hot damn, she’s my hero.

lena’s never stood behind a man

*eh hem* I’ll just leave these here. two examples of lena never standing behind a man, because she’s independent and fierce, but Kara is always protecting her and she lets kara/supergirl. we know damn well lena can hold her own, she is a Luthor after all, but she lets kara take the forefront and she stands behind her with grace and poise and love and admiration. 

“I’m here for you, if you still want that”

Lena knows the hell kara is going through. she knows that kara lost her man child thing of a boyfriend she liked for five days. and kara is going through hell. and yet, she’s still cautious. I think this is one of the most significant things ever and we’re going to dissect for a second here. in the second image: kara tells lena “I’m right here” letting lena know she can talk to her and she wants her to, she’s almost willing her to. 

yet in the top image, lena adds the “if you still want that”. she is letting kara know a few things here. a) that she feels guilty over the lead being released in the atmosphere b) she doesn’t want to use kara, because she’s not a talker herself. her walls are always built up so sturdy until kara breaks them down with her super strength and c) she doesn’t want to lose kara. she’s letting her know she’s there if kara wants her because its kara’s choice. she’s not going to force kara into being her friend just because kara is the only friend she has in national city and she will be ready to help kara any way she needs when the time comes. 

“I miss you” 

this also follows with the “if you still want that” because she’s telling kara that she’s being ignored, but she’s not pushing. she knows that kara is distancing herself. but she still lets kara know in a subtle way that she’s still here, she still loves her and that she truly misses her best friend. she just misses her. she misses Kara Danvers, the girl she’s falling in love with more and more as each day passes.

“I didn’t see your name on the by line”/”unquit”

now, first off, kara does anything lena suggests. Lena suggests, she become a reporter and guess who becomes one? Kara. lena tells her in such an unprofessional manner to “unquit” her job. and according to my laptop, unquit isn’t even a word, yet it came out of poised, perfect, prestined Lena Luthor’s mouth. “unquit” 

so kara unquits, and lena sends a heart emoji

a red heart emoji. man, do I have some words about this. Lena, you little lesbian in love with your bestie, damn. lena could’ve easily replied back with a “okay” or “sounds great” or even a “see you tomorrow!” or if we’re going the emoji route: a smiley face, a thumbs up, or fuck idk, a yellow heart? because lena is very, very, very smart. and we all know she knows the meanings that colors represent. like how yellow means happiness, friendship, sunshine, and energy, yet miss luthor sent kara a red heart. red meaning love, passion, heat. you can’t tell me she doesn’t know what they meant. she could’ve replied with so many different ways, yet she chooses a red heart.

and lets not forget the last points: lena buys fricken catco–– “I trust you”

lena “I bought your job for you and I have no fucking idea how to run catco” luthor bought a multimillion dollar corporation so a sexist bottle of cheap cologne couldn’t and she has literally no idea how to run the company, yet she’s enlisting and trusting her best friend and the woman she likes to run it with her. she bought kara a company. because kara asked and she 

lena just dropped everything, and potentially could ruin her career for this woman, and she did it all out of love. 

she even admits to not even knowing how to run the place! yet, just because kara asked, she did it. kara says “jump” and lena asks “how high”. the girl will do anything for the woman she loves. 


anyway, so those are my thoughts and reasonings as to why I believe lena is in love with kara. you can agree or disagree, leave your opinions if you like, but if you’re anti-supercorp please do not leave your opinion. 


*please note: gifs and pictures are NOT mine and I will not take credit for them, I simply borrowed them from the internet. also I stg if the gifs don’t load I will cry, I don’t know if they actually will, let’s hope.

edit: none of the gifs loaded I hate everything… oh fucking well, you get my point and y’all probably know what each gif is a scene of anyway… fml

“Will I be the lead?” || Finn Wolfhard

Request: none

Characters: Finn Wolfhard x reader, Wyatt, Josh, Jake

Tense: 3rd person

Summary: Finn is back home and has some time to spend with his friends. Talking on rooftops, skating on the streets and sleepovers in the gardens.

A/N: In terms of this storyline, Finn and Wyatt have known each other for a while and all characters became a friendship group

Finn was finally back home after filming for over a year; he hadn’t seen his friends in that space of time until now. He got into his house to find Josh sat at the dining table eating leftover pizza from the Wolfhard’s fridge. He turned and smiled, mouth full, and waved as he got up quickly. He engulfed Finn into a hug and as he did, Finn noticed Wyatt sat with Jake. The two came and joined the hug, creating a large group hug. Finn stood looking around slightly.

“(Y/N) will be round later,” Wyatt said. “She has some things to do,” Finn nodded, somewhat embarrassed that Wyatt knew exactly who he was looking for.

The guys all sat around and talked for ages, mostly about nothing in particular, just general nonsense. They were all sat outside in front of Finn’s house on the front porch: Jake and Wyatt sitting in a swing seat, whilst Finn and Josh sat on chairs opposite.

“Yeah, but hypothetically speaking, you can’t just take it out of its shell, like it would kill it,” Wyatt spoke seriously, even though the subject they were discussing was completely random. The others nodded in agreement, humming like the topic was an actual debate of some sort.

Finn stroked his chin. “Yes but if it was then covered in, let’s say, the armour then it would be protected even more and it wouldn’t die, because it would replace the shell,” Josh clicked his fingers and nodded vigorously.

“No the bones of it are attached to it, it would destroy it then bleed to death,” Wyatt elaborated. “Armour would then make it worse and it would already be dead,” he said.

“If it’s attached,” Josh said. “Then why can they retract into their shells?”

“For this particular topic,” Finn said, sounding like he was from a posh and upper class area. “I’m going to say it wouldn’t kill it because this is complete fantasy, not reality,” everyone laughed.

“Fine,” Wyatt rolled his eyes jokingly. “But it’s able to retract because it’s the limbs of it, it has space in its shell to just go into itself.”

They were still sat on the front porch, when they noticed (Y/N) skate over. She stopped, picked up her board and then made her way up to the guys. Finn’s face instantly lit up, the two ran to each other, instantly hugging. The other guys shared glances with one another and then with Finn’s brother who was stood inside the house, but was definitely watching.  

“You got taller,” she laughed as she now had to look up at him slightly. “I’m pissed,” he shrugged, laughing along with her. He couldn’t help but think why she had her beanie covering the entirety of her head, showing no hair apart from one tiny strand which he could’ve sworn was an odd colour.

“I haven’t skated in a while,” he said, referring to her board. “Do you mind if we do?” he asked, everyone else was up for it.

                                                          ***

“Your balance is better than it was,” she laughed. “You’re actually good now,” he looked at her and smiled.

“Learnt from the master,” he pointed in front of him towards Josh. “Which would be him,” She flicked Finn’s forehead and he pretended to be injured.

“Such a baby,” she rolled her eyes and skated away from him, causing him to get back on his board and follow her jokingly. He had one arm out in front and the other on his chest.

“Breaking my heart,” he said which made everyone laugh. They all started to skate towards (Y/N)’s house, which was where Finn’s parents now were.

Finn’s parents were close with (Y/N)’s, which was why Finn and her were as close as they were. They all stumbled into the house, heading straight for her room. Josh threw himself on her bed, Jake following suit, Wyatt took a beanbag chair whilst Finn took her desk chair. She sat on the floor, like she usually would whenever they were altogether as a group.

“The sunset is so nice,” (Y/N) said, looking out at the sky through the window. Everyone hummed in agreement.

“Remember when Wyatt almost fell off the roof?” Jake spoke up, barely able to get his words out through laughter. “Cracked me up so much.”

“Those times we’d sit on the roof and just make fake answers to actual questions,” She said, also barely audible through laughter. “I miss those times.”

“Let’s do it now, then,” Finn suggested, spinning around on the chair. Nobody had taken notice that he’d been doing it as soon as he sat down, more than likely the 10th time he’d spun around. “Why reminisce about doing it when we could just do it now?” He stood up, stumbling slightly with dizziness. He held out his arms and stayed still, “I’m all good.”

She opened the windows and one by one, they all crawled out the window to sit on the roof. All were laughing, talking about anything that came to mind, yet again nonsense. Finn’s eyes kept diverting to her unintentionally, which Josh had picked up on.

“Okay, okay,” she laughed. “But I know what I know,” she shook her head, stomach aching from laughing.

“Which is nothing?” Josh asked, causing her to reach over Finn and hit his leg. “You kneeded permission to do that,” you looked at him emotionless, whilst Finn sat laughing. Finn was finding anything and everything funny that night on the rooftop.

“I’ve done legitimate research,” Jake said, speaking with a serious tone. “There are a couple of things you don’t understand- also the world is flat,” he interrupted himself with his statement. Josh squealed a trailed ‘what?’ as Finn just stared from Jake to her and then back to Jake.

“And the moon landing was fake,” Wyatt pointed out. She raised her eyebrows in amusement.

Josh piped up, “Dude, I’m just glad that people are, like, being straight up with me for once, because I’ve never heard any of this shit,” everyone laughed.She patted his back in a joking comfort. 

“I’m gonna go get a drink, anyone want anything?” She said, everybody shook their head, carrying on with their discussion, as she climbed back into the house through the window, heading downstairs. She went to the fridge and pulled out a Coke can. She took off her beanie, the hat that had been covering the entirety of her hair, and she placed the hat neatly on the dining table. She made her way back upstairs and as she walked into the room, Josh turned round from the roof. Widened eyes, he turned back round to the others. She climbed through and joined them in the place where she was originally sat.

“Oh, wow, you’re hair, it matches the sky,” Finn smiles, chuckling at his own statement, speaking softly. The sky at that very moment was a pink colour, something that happened at sunset. “I like it, it suits you.” All she could do is smile back, stroking her hair in flattery. Finn then kept making eye contact with each of the other guys, almost questioning if they knew she’d dyed her hair whilst he was away. It wasn’t a big deal to him but it had surprised him.

The group had eventually come down from the roof and were now in her back garden, putting up a tent. Finn and (Y/N) were planning to camp out in her garden for the night, after much begging to their parents. The guys had offered to help, knowing full well that the two of them putting it up together would take them until morning.

“No you need to give me that pole,” Wyatt shouted over to Josh who was stood opposite. “No, the other one,” Josh kept purposely picking up the wrong one, just to frustrate him. “Yes, thank you,” he caught the pole and attached it.

“It’s feeding time,” Jake said eagerly, referring to the part of pushing the poles through the material, which would keep the tent up and in place.

“I’ve already eaten,” Josh said seriously, everyone stopping and turning to him, hoping to see some evident look on his face that he was joking. They all found nothing. “I’m joking,” he reassured everyone.

Soon enough, the tent was up and secure. They’d all helped with sorting out the inside as well. The other guys had left after giving their goodbyes to the two friends and their families, who were sat inside. Finn and (Y/N) went inside to grab food, and then came back out to go into the tent.

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” she said, breaking the silence. “About a year, you look good, though.”

“So do you,” the two laughed at their conversation. “We sound like 35 year olds,” she nodded as she laughed.

“Yeah who lost touch after a break up and just reunited.”

“Oddly specific, but pretty movie-like,” Finn took a bite out of the chocolate bar in his hand.

“I love movies,” she said. “I wanna make some one day.”

“Will I be the lead?” he asked, sounding hopeful.

“Obviously, no one else would even need to audition, it’d be yours automatically,” she furrowed her eyebrows in a pretend ‘duh’ tone.

“What kind of film would it be?” He loved hearing her ideas for films or shows, he always admired her creativity which is why he was so interested in watching other directors do their jobs. It wasn’t always for his benefit, but for hers.

“I’m thinking an indie road trip,” She said, putting her arms out in front of her, acting as if there were a screen there as she paced out the words. “Pastel colouring, emotive music-“ She listed, tapping her fingers as she counted.

“Maybe some love?” he wiggled his eyebrows causing her to laugh.

She shook her head. “All platonic.”

“I love you,” Finn laughed. She smiled. “Always have this thing about you, you have such a creative mind, and I love it. This is why we’re friends,” He kept a constant eye contact, almost wanting her to believe he was telling the truth. “Talking about creativity, why’d you dye your hair?”

“I’ve always wanted to,” she explained, becoming self-aware. “I don’t really know, rebellious, I guess,” she shrugged. “I missed you,” she changed the subject.

“I missed you too,” his smile faded to him biting the inside of his lip. “But all you have to do is watch me in shit and you’ll be okay,” he tried making her feel better.

“I literally cried at stranger things two, dude,” she laughed, almost immediately regretting saying it, but her mouth was speaking before her mind could process the words needed. “It just reminded me of you coming back, you know? Emphasises how much you miss someone. This place isn’t the same without you.”

“Really?” he asked, surprised. He had thought that she would’ve been off doing things with new people or having more fun lately. “How so?” He was intrigued.

“People are so boring, they never want to do things like what we do. They don’t get me the way that you do, nobody has ever gotten me like you do.” Finn smiled.

“You’re a pretty hard person to understand,” he joked. “That’s why we get along so well.”

“How long are you here for?” she asked, lying on top of her sleeping bag. Finn copied, lying on his in the opposite direction. The two were top and tailing, Finn occasionally putting his foot on her face which caused her to tickle the underneath to get him to move it.

“I’ve got some interviews,” he explained, staring at the top of the tent. “So maybe two days?” he could hear her sigh. He instantly changed the subject as he noticed the raindrops on the tent material. “I remember you tried to convince everyone in our class that raindrops were God’s tears,” They both laughed. He sat up, eyes fixated on the droplet, and flicked the tent which caused the raindrop to fall.

“You’re so interested in the strangest of things,” she said before she was quickly eager to flick an oddly shaped droplet. The two spent the next few minutes focused on the raindrops, neither speaking but only giggling at their actions.

They both then sat back down, facing each other. “We’re such kids,” she shook her head, laughing to herself.

“Who says that’s a bad thing?” Finn questioned rhetorically. “I mean, it’s not like we’re 20 year olds, we’re kids. Can’t grow up too fast,” she was in awe of his mind-set. A part of her couldn’t wait to grow up and be independent, but being around Finn always influenced her to stay grounded. “So have you met anyone?” he jokingly asked, but was also somewhat serious.

“You know me, Finn,” she shrugged, speaking with a posh accent, “I don’t meet people. What about you?”

“Oh no no,” he copied her with the posh accent, “I try to stay focused on my career and my school career,” he chuckled, an arrogant and posh tone. “I don’t see the point because I have my time to find someone, I am just a kid so,” she tried not to laugh.

“Why, that’s because you feel whole, Sir,” she said, again a seriousness hidden within the words.

“I feel whole?” he asked, still keeping the joke going. She nodded.

“Yes, like you have something to fill up the gaping hole of emptiness,” Both stopped laughing and Finn had now caught on that she was being serious.

“And you have this gaping hole?” He asked her, concern evident in his voice and no accent this time, feeling slightly sad that his friend was feeling this way.

She didn’t speak for a few seconds, her mind functioning to find the right thing to say. “Sometimes,” she shrugged. “I mean, I have my insecurities and times where I feel like I need someone to make me feel real, which is crazy because I’m not even that old,” she laughed slightly, humourless but filled with embarrassment. Hearing herself say it she thought it sounded stupid.

“Well, you’re amazing and you don’t need anyone for you to know that,” he smiled, attempting to give comfort and reassurance. “Apart from me of course,” she smiled back this time. “And if you’re gonna be with anyone it’s obviously going to be with me,” he said, not really thinking.

“Finn don’t,” she said quietly.

“What?” he asked, worried.

“Just,” she sighed, “Don’t.”

“Did I say something wrong?” she shook her head. “I did, didn’t I?” She shook her head again. “You’ve gone all quiet, I obviously have,” he became frustrated both at her lack of talking and at himself for not knowing what he’d done.

“Now we really do sound like 35 year old exes,” she muttered, causing Finn to laugh. “I’m sorry, I just had a bit of a moment,” she shook herself and Finn copied, almost mimicking her in a comforting way.

“It’s okay,” he said, giving a slight side smile. “I understand.”

Finn and (Y/N)’s mums had come out to check on the two when they overheard parts of their conversations, they decided to walk back in, sharing a hand to the chest and mouthing the word ‘aww’. They were in the kitchen, (Y/N)’s mum making some tea whilst Finn’s sat at the kitchen counter.

“It’s nice to see them together again,” Finn’s mum spoke up. “He was talking non-stop about her and how he wanted time with everyone,” (Y/N)’s mum rested against the counter by the kettle opposite.

“I couldn’t agree more,” she smiled. “She’s been down lately,” she explained, sighing slightly. “School is becoming some sort of chore, she’s really not enjoying herself here at all. I don’t know how to help, it’s really difficult.”

Finn’s mum was always close to (Y/N)’s and with any situation, she was eager to help out. She was always there for advice and to take over if it ever got too much. She walked round and hugged her. “You know you can always talk to me.”

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“Yeah but if the chicken was to run away, then what would you do?” She asked Finn, raising her eyebrows as she threw the small bouncy ball towards him. He caught it, threw it between his hands a couple of times as he thought. He looked upwards, something he did when he was concentrating and was deep in thought. He stopped, looked to her and pointed with the ball still in hand.

“Um, I,” He stopped, shaking his head and retreating from what he was about to say. He copied his actions as before: looking up and throwing the ball between his hands. He sighed. “You make this too difficult, (Y/N).” they both laughed. Finn threw the ball back to her, she caught it after 4 tries of catching as she unintentionally bounced it to try and keep it in her hand. Finn began to laugh hysterically, falling on his back and clapping. She threw the ball at him.

“Shut up,” she whined. “Stop laughing at me,” he started to roll around, still laughing and unable to stop. He then sat up, holding his stomach and gradually stopping from laughing.

“You make me laugh so much,” he said, smiling and holding the ball.

“What by me embarrassing myself?” She pretended to be offended. “That’s just hurtful.”

“No,” he said plainly. He was running over the right words in his head. “Just- Just you being you,” he put the ball down. She picked up a packet of twizzlers, pulled one out and began to eat it. “You’re the best person I’ve ever met and will ever meet, no doubt about it. I talk about you all the time, man,” She choked on the sweet, coughing then swallowing it again.

“Oh Jesus,” she said, hand on chest. “Sorry,” he waved her off then started to pat her back to make sure she was okay. “I just thought that you kinda forgot about me- well not forgot but like just didn’t really think about me.”

He widened his eyes and shook his head vigorously. He moved back to where he was sat, opposite you. He had his legs up, his hands intertwined with each other and rested them around his knees. “You’re always on my mind,” he laughed. “So much it’s come naturally to just think about you and for everyone on sets to groan if I even start to say your name,” She smiled, biting the inside of her mouth.

“That means a lot,” she said. “I think about you too.”

“Good otherwise this would be awkward,” he laughed, the two hugged. It was a much more sentimental hug, the type where you knew that you wouldn’t see someone for a while so you wanted to get the most feeling from it. It was quite a long hug, almost as if the two hadn’t realised they were still hugging and as if time itself was going slowly.

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English Assignment

Request: Can you do a imagine where the reader is a huge nerd and she’s Billy’s partner on a English project and well the both of them are at his place working she goes to his out to his car to grab a book she left in the backseat, passing his drunk dad on his way out of the house, and comes back to his room to see him crying and she knows because she’s been there (abused) and its just fluff of her comforting him and he wraps his arms around her frame holding on desperately and into cries her chest

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: Abuse, swearing, Billy’s asshole dad

Word Count: 1291

A/N: If anyone ever needs to talk please feel free to message me about anything. Thank you for the request. I have quite a few lined up to write over the next few days. Requests are open.

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Originally posted by xananeedscoffee

English Literature was possibly Y/N’s favourite subject. She loved to read and write and was enthralled by the words which flowed on the page. Currently they were study Robert Louis Stevenson’s: The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. While it wasn’t one of her favourite books, Y/N loved the writing style and the narrative. Most of the class would disagree with her and would often call it boring or stupid. The only part of English that Y/N hated were the paired assignments. Teachers had a habit of pairing high achieving students with the kids who needed their grade to be pulled up somehow. While most of these kids were actually far from being dumb, they just lacked the motivation.

“Y/N L/N, you will be paired with Billy Hargrove.” The teacher read out and Y/N sighed.

She had never actually spoken to the newish boy but had heard all the gossip about him around school. A few girls at the back let out annoyed sighs as the teacher finished reading from the list and people began to get up to leave. Y/N took her time packing away; she was in no hurry to get to lunch.

“Hey.” Y/N looked up to find the source of the voice was her new English partner.

“Hey.” She replied as she finished packing away her books.

“I was wondering when you wanted to work on the project?” Billy asked with a small smile as he followed her out of the classroom. His voice was softer than the times she had heard him talking.

“Whenever is fine for you.” Y/N said with a small smile lifting the corners of her lips.

“You free tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, meet me outside after school and we can go to my place.” He smiled at her before walking off to meet his friends.

When the bell signalled the end of the day Y/N began to get really nervous. She packed up her biology books as quickly as she could and then made her way outside. Billy was already leaning up against the side of his Camaro with a cigarette between his lips. He dropped it, crushed it under the heel of his shoe and smiled as he saw her.

“Hey.” Y/N said as she walked over to him.

“Hey.” He smiled wider as he opened the door for her. She climbed in and he shut it for her. That was when Y/N noticed the younger redhead sat in the back.

“You must be Billy’s sister, I’m Y/N.”

“Step-sister. I’m Max.” The girl smiled. Billy climbed into the car and set off. “So, are you two…?” Max trailed off.

“Working on an English assignment.” Billy quickly shot back as Y/N started blushing. He shot a look over at her and smiled slightly as he put the radio on.

The rest of the drive was silent and they quickly reached the house. Y/N climbed out of the car and held the seat down for Max to climb out. The girl thanked her before quickly running inside the house. Y/N grabbed her backpack. She followed Billy up to the house and thanked him as he held the door open.

He showed her to his room. “You want anything to eat or drink?”

“Water please.” She smiled.

He left to get it and she surveyed his room. It was messy but not as much as she would have expected. There was a full ash tray on one of his sides and cologne and hair products on another. She perched herself on the edge of the bed before pulling out the assignment and her copy of Jekyll and Hyde.

“Here you go, sweetheart.” Billy said handing her the water as he came back into the room. The front door opened and then slammed shut and Y/N looked at him questionably. “It’s just my dad.”

They quickly set off working and Y/N was surprised with how much Billy actually contributed. They were making good progress but also talking about themselves in between. It actually turned out that the pair had quite a lot in common. Mainly their movie and music taste but they were becoming quick friends.

“Shit.” Y/N muttered looking through her bag.

“What?” Billy asked looking up at her from his position laying on the bed.

“I think my folder might have fallen out in your car.” Y/N explained.

“Here.” Billy smiled and threw her his keys. “Go look, I’ll finish this bit.”

She smiled back at him before quickly leaving to go to the car. She didn’t notice Billy’s dad sat in the living room as she walked past. The man quickly got to his feet and stumbled into his son’s room.

“You bringing your whores here now?” Neil Hargrove asked as his son shot of the bed.

“We’re doing an English assignment, sir.” Billy said.

In a flash Billy was pinned against his shelves; his father’s hands on his denim jackets sides. “You think I’m stupid.”

“Of course not.” Billy said before a fist connected with his cheek.

“Of course not, what?” Neil spat.

“Sir.” Billy muttered.

“That’s better.” Neil said before dropping Billy to the floor. Billy curled into himself.

Y/N passed Neil Hargrove in the hall and muttered a quick greeting that the man didn’t return. She walked into Billy’s room and dropped her folder to the floor as she saw Billy on the floor.

“Billy?” She muttered in shock.

“Shut the door and lock it.” Billy chocked out.

She did as he said before kneeling down in front of him on the floor. “Did… Did your dad…?” She stumbled over her words as she looked at the boy she had been laughing with minutes before, now crumbling on the floor.

Billy merely nodded. Like always the tears were beginning to run down his cheeks. Y/N moved closer to him and reached out her arms. He folded into her and buried his head in her chest; both his arms wrapped around her waist. She slid one arm around his back and threaded the other through his hair. She could feel his tears starting to dampen her shirt. She lost track of just how long they sat on the floor before he pulled away shakily.

“You should tell someone.” Y/N whispered.

“Like who? Who would actually care?” Billy chuckled humorously and brokenly.

“I would.” She murmured and his eyes shot up to meet hers. “You could tell Hopper.”

“I couldn’t.” He muttered before standing up and pulling her up with him. He started grabbing everything they had been using. “Let’s go someplace else.” He wiped a hand over his face as she helped him start to pick up books.

At the beginning of today, Billy Hargrove had been a stranger. Now she was determined to help him out of this living hell. 

I’m Okay- Sweet Pea x Reader

Originally posted by forsythpjones

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Female!Reader

Words: 1075

Warning(s): Attempted Rape, Drugs, Trauma

Description: All you wanted to do is support your friend, not get dragged away by the new boy with a dark side.

Taglist: @sleepylunarwolf @stranger-films

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Trailer: Hiraeth

(A continuation of Metanoia & Tacenda, another sequel)

Y/N didn’t die, it was a failed suicide attempt and was transfered to a different hospital in another country where she is starting a new life. 3-4 years later, Y/N returns to SK because she finally gets the courage to visit her parents. 

The same place, but a new beginning. She hasn’t had any contact with the boys or Jia. No one doesn’t even know she’s back, and she’s unsure if she wants to enter their lives once more after the mess that happened. Drinking coffee after her return, Jungkook enters the shop and the longing of being in their presence, grows bigger. 


A/N: Finally, i can show you what i have been working on, that was even harder, to keep a secret (so it would be nice if you shameless anons would stop bashing me and get the hint of why I never answer you). I made it a little extra, with the teaser video for the new series. I also rushed it a bit, and some people might find it confusing. But, “Hiraeth” is the title of a new series after Tacenda. It’s a mixture of fake texts and scenarios, but each of the chapters are approximately 0,5-2k w. long. After every chapter, give me at least a week of advance to write and post. After all, i’m not a cyborg.

It Takes Time

Author: Zoe

(A/N: Here’s a little treat! Don’t worry, this is an all fluffy fic!)

Steve Harrington x Reader

Plot Summary: The one constant that has been in Steve’s life for the past year or so has been you. But what happens when he doesn’t quite get the timing right?

Originally posted by mikkeljensen

One quiet night. Finally, a quiet night after all of the Upside-Down, demogorgon bullshit that came with Hawkins and the group you knew. Jonathan and you had shared a class together and became decent acquaintances, until you found yourself roped into the insanity of it all.

So, you enjoyed it. You finished helping the staff and committee make plans the ‘Snow Ball’ at the middle school for the day and now you’re back in the safe confines of being in a soft bed, home alone while your parents went out for dinner. You threw in a mixtape and pulled out a book, snuggled into the covers of your bed while you let yourself try to forget the events of the past year or so as they drifted into mind.

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HEY for the fall prompts idea! Lena and Kara Halloween dress up party! Maybe Kara dresses up as a puppy and Lena dresses up as a witch? Basically just some cute Halloween party, maybe Kara convinces Lena to do a cute "friends" costume (which is actually a couples costume)...I don't know just cute fall Halloween fun!

The party is a yearly tradition. Kara’s idea. The inviting Lena this time? Definitely Alex’s idea.

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Halloween Party

Prompts: 50. “I don’t think you’re ever too old for trick-or-treating.” And 51. “We’re dressing up for Halloween this year and that’s final.” With Jonathan Byers.

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Reader

Warnings: Slight spoilers for episode 2 of season 2. Underage drinking.

Word count: 1490

A/N: I’m feeling Halloweeny and just binged five episodes of the new Stranger Things season and got serious Jonathan feels so here is a Halloween imagine. I will probably do a part 2 of the morning after . Requests are open!!! Especially for Stranger Things. I will also do a few characters from IT if you want.

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Originally posted by dailystrangerthings

It was no secret that Y/N loved Halloween. Every year she would dress up and this year was going to be no exception; even if Jonathan had other ideas. The pair had been inseparable ever since Will had disappeared and Y/N had almost been taken by the creature as well. When her best friend Nancy said she saw it too they had tried to figure it out. Jonathan had gotten involved somewhere along the way and the rest was history.

“We’re dressing up for Halloween this year and that’s final.” Y/N said sternly from her position on the Byers sofa as Jonathan was sat on the floor trying to organise his recent photos.

“I don’t understand why? It’s not like we are doing anything other than chaperoning Will.” Jonathan replied, looking up briefly to the girl who was sprawled on his sofa with her science homework. “There’s no point. Plus, we are a little too old for trick or treating.”

Y/N shot him a pointed look. “I don’t think you’re ever too old for trick-or-treating. Please Jon. Pretty please.” She battered her eyelashes and bit her lip at him and Jonathan thought he was going to have a heart attack.

“F-Fine. I suppose but I’m picking the costumes.” Jonathan agreed. She screamed in delight and attack hugged him. God, she was going to be the death of him.

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“So, you hit T to zoom in, and W zooms back out.” Bob, who was dressed as Dracula, told Jonathan as he taught the teen to use the video camera. Jonathan was dressed as Ash and Y/N was dressed as Linda from Evil Dead. Both of them loved the film and so Y/N was ecstatic at Jonathan’s choice. “See? Easy peesy. Just make sure you turn off the power to save energy. There.” Bob pointed to the powers button.

Jonathan swung round and focused the camera on Y/N. “What do you think?”

She laughed. “I don’t think the camera goes with your costume.” He joined her laughing and turned the camera off and threw a casual arm over her shoulders. A friendly gesture but it made her blush slightly.

“Are you ready, Bud?” Jonathan questioned Will.

“Yeah.” Will replied with a big smile.  

“Be safe!” Joyce called the trio as they walked out the door.

“We will.” Y/N called back with a smile. Joyce was really happy when Y/N had started hanging out with Jonathan. She believed the girl was exactly what he needed.

“I hope it doesn’t suck.” Bob said in an imitation of Dracula.

The trio smiled as they got into the car; Jonathan driving, Y/N shotgun and Will in the back.

“I just don’t get what she sees in him.” Jonathan said snapping both Will and Y/N out of their own worlds.

“What?” They both said in unison. 

“Bob” Jonathan drew out each letter.

“At least he doesn’t treat me different.” Will muttered. “I mean I can’t even go trick or treating by myself. It’s lame.”

“What you think we’re lame?” Jonathan asked with a slight smirk.

“No. But… It’s not like Nancy’s coming to watch over Mike, you know?”

Jonathan and Y/N shared a look as they pulled up outside the Wheeler’s. Will’s friends were walking towards them. Y/N nodded to Jonathan.

“Hey, listen.” Jonathan turned around to look at Will as Will pulled on his proton pack.

“Yeah.” Will queried pausing his progress.

“If, we let you go on your own, do you promise to stay in the neighbourhood.” Jonathan said. 

The smile on Will’s face grew. “Yeah! Yeah totally.”

“And be back at Mike’s by 9:00.”

“9:30?” Will tried.

“9:00.” Jonathan emphasised.

“Yeah.”

“Deal.” Jonathan held out his hand and will shook it.

“Deal.” Will said getting out of the car.

“All right.” Jonathan said as Y/N rolled down the window and passed Will the camera. “Hey, Will. Don’t let any of your spazzy friends use that, all right?”  

Yeah, bye.” Will said before running over to his friends.

“Sorry I just ruined your night.” Jonathan muttered looking up at the girl next to him.

“You didn’t. But I suppose we could go to this.” Y/N handed him an orange flyer that said ‘˜Tina’s Halloween Bash’. “Nancy’s been trying to get me to go. You wanna check it out?”

“Yeah sure.” He smiled before setting off driving. Y/N pulled out her Halloween mixtape the pair had been listening to on the way to school and put it in the car. Jonathan looked across at her and smiled. 

They pulled up to the house just as a guy in a floral bed sheet toga was throwing up the content of his stomach. Jonathan glanced at Y/N with uncertainty. She just laughed and hopped out of the car. He got out as well and she grabbed his hand and pulled him inside. He blushed furiously as they walked into the crowded house. Several times she had to step backwards because of someone and Jonathan had to put an arm around her waist as she hit his chest to stop them both falling.

This caused her to blush as well as him and she quickly made a beeline for Nancy and Steve who were dressed as Lana and Joel from Risky Business. Nancy, who was pretty drunk, quickly dragged Y/n to the punch bowl as Steve and Jonathan stood awkwardly.

“Plucked up the courage to ask Y/N out yet?” Steve asked. He was only slightly intoxicated compared to Nancy.

“She’d never say yes.” Jonathan looked at his shoes. 

“You don’t know that until you try.” Steve said wiggling his eyebrows.

It was getting close to time to leave and get Will but Jonathan was having a hard time trying to locate Y/N. He had looked pretty much everywhere and was close to giving up when she pretty much fell on him.

“Why, hello there, sweet cheeks.” She slurred and pinched his cheek.

“What have you had to drink?” Jonathan asked, dumbfounded, as he slipped an arm around her waist to keep her upright.

“Some punch. It was very strong.” She giggled as Jonathan led her back to his car.

He was suddenly glad she had agreed to stay at his house; he didn’t want to explain this to her parents. “Okay, let’s go get Will.” He said as he buckled her into the car and then got in himself.

Will was waiting outside the Wheeler’s with Mike as Jonathan pulled up. Will said goodbye and climbed in the back.

“Hey.” He said.

“Hey, ghost fighter.” Y/N said before giggling again.

Will stared at Jonathan in shock. “What happened?”

“We went to a party.” Jonathan explained as he set off.

“The punch was good. We should have brought some for Will.” Y/N exclaimed, her hand landing on Jonathan.s arm.

“I don’t think that would have been a good idea.” Jonathan muttered as Will laughed.

They pulled up in the Byers driveway and Y/N had pretty much fallen asleep.

“How exactly are you going to explain this one to mom?” Will asked with a laugh.

“Hopefully, if she stays asleep, I won’t have to.” Jonathan replied as he got out and walked around to Y/N’s side. He slipped one arm under her legs and another under her back; even while half asleep she wrapped an arm around his shoulders and buried her face in the crook of his neck. He picked her up and Will shut the car door. They walked up to the front door and Will held it open.

“Hey, how’d it go?” Joyce said rather loudly.

Both the boys immediately shushed her and she noticed Y/N asleep in Jonathan’s arms.

“Fine, but I think it wore Y/N out.” Jonathan said quietly with a chuckle. “I’m going to put her to bed.”

Jonathan walked into his room as Will showed Joyce and Bob his haul. He laid her down on the bed and the pulled her shoes and jacket off. He pulled the covers over her and went to walk out but she caught his hand and pulled him into the bed with her.

“Stay.” She mumbled.

“Okay.” Jonathan whispered and kicked his shoes off and pulled his jacket off.

“Night, Jon. I love you.” She muttered in a slight slur and Jonathan nearly choked on air.

“What?” He asked, his voice shaking violently. But she was already asleep.

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You couldn’t do eat, you couldn’t bring yourself to stand up, and walk yourself over to the kitchen you’ll just remember the memories you made with them, it hurt you so much. You question everything they’ve ever said to you, ever done for you. was it all part of their game? Their bet? You didn’t want to answer, you knew it’ll just hurt you more. (y/f/n) would come check in on you almost daily now, it’s been a week since they told you, a week since you were happy, a week since you didn’t cry your eyes out. (y/f/n) was worried about you, she was mad at them for doing that to you, every time she came to check on you, you got skinnier, paler, she knew how much they meant to you, she knew about how happy the boys made you, she also knew that this broke you. she finally had enough when she went over to your apartment once more to see you almost like a zombie, numb to everything, it hurt her seeing you like that.

She finally had enough. (y/f/n) knew you weren’t ready to face the boys but she was, and she was fuming. she remembered how to get to their house from the countless times she had dropped you off or have done something with them to surprise you. when she made it up to their dorm, she practically banged on the door. Right away Taehyung opened it thinking it was you, his face lit up and then sunk again seeing it was only (y/f/n) “what the hell happened” (y/f/n) said sternly, she was mad but she could see that both sides were hurting just as much as each other, she didn’t want to make anything worse.

“I…”  Taehyung mumbled before looking down at his feet “I don’t know” he walked away from the door signaling (y/f/n) to come in. she called all the members to the living room and sat down waiting for their arrival. When they eventually made their way, she looked at all of them. They all look heartbroken, they all look they’ve been crying for days… “I’m here to talk about y/n” she interrupted the awkward silence. “I-is she ok?” Jimin said softly not showing his face. “no and by the looks of it neither are any of you….” “please tell y/n we are sorry and we want to talk and… that we love her” Jin spoke up “no? what happened to y/n?!” Jungkook said making all the other members look up worryingly, (y/f/n) could see their tired faces. “she… she isn’t eating, barely drinking any water, not moving, she’s just staying in her bed. I tried I really tried to get her up, but she wouldn’t. I need one of you but I don’t know if bringing one of you is a good idea right now….” “please… I hate what we did (y/f/n) can you please just get her to talk to at least one of us?” Hoseok said. “I-I can try. I’ll bring one member with me to her apartment and they can talk ok? Maybe one of you can get her out of her bed. Im worried about y/n…” (y/f/n) said worriedly “we are all worried about y/n” Namjoon and Yoongi practically said in sync. “ok then pick one member to come with me and we will try, yeah?” they talked among themselves before they chose Jungkook to go.

The car ride was more than uncomfortable for both Jungkook and (y/f/n). neither of them knew what to say or how to say it so it was a very quiet car ride. Even though your apartment wasn’t that far away it felt like eternity that they were both stuck in that car with each other.

They finally made it to your apartment building where Jungkook basically jumped out of the car and ran to your door. “c-can I walk in?” Jungkook quietly mumbled to (y/f/n). (y/f/n) opened the door and he ran in, looking for you, (y/f/n) pointed to your closed bedroom door and he walked over there, hesitant to open it at first but when he did, he heard you whimper to yourself. You must be having a bad dream again, usually when you had a bad dream, he would cuddle up to you and you would calm down. But now he didn’t want to touch you, he was afraid to break you, thinking you were the most fragile thing one the planet right now. ‘y/n?” he mumbled. “ugh (y/f/n) I told you I don’t want to talk about it” you said, you thought it was (y/f/n). your voice clearly sounded like you were recently crying, which only made him want to cry with you. when you smelled Jungkook cologne he wears you head spun to see him standing in front of your bedroom door and even though the room was dark you could see his tear stained eyes, his messy hair that looked like it hasn’t been tamed in a week, you saw how he was breathing. You sat up in the bed looking at him and then looking down.

He ran over onto the bed. He looked at you for a while, looking at your eyes, how your face was stained with tears. He grasped you into a hug, it was tight but soft. He didn’t want to break you but he didn’t want to let go either, before you could say anything you felt his body shaking on you, you felt your shoulder dampen. He was crying, like really crying. You just let him cry and soon enough you were crying with him. Crying just as hard as him. You grasped onto his clothes. He hurt you, but you wanted to forgive him, you wanted to forgive all of them. You didn’t like being apart, and now knowing they were probably just as hurt as you. “Jungkook” you mumbled under your breath, “shhh” Jungkook hummed still crying. You didn’t want to let go, neither of you did. When Jungkook did let, you go he stayed on your bed just staring down at your covers, he couldn’t look up to see your face again knowing how much he hurt you, how much all his members hurt you. he never wanted you to feel like that again

“y/n….” Jungkook said with a crack in his voice from the crying “I-I’m so sorry… we were stupid, you mean everything to us, I promise you…” he took you again in his arms just letting you cry it out on his shoulder in your dark room. After what felt like an hour, he helped you out of your bed and into the bathroom, he gave you some fresh clothes, and told you he was going to wait for you in the living room. He cleaned up your apartment as best as he can, not wanted you to see that and get extra stressed. He pulled out some food for you, he noticed how much skinnier you became and it worried him. He made you a soup and waited. After you came out of the bathroom, you changed into the clothes Jungkook gave you, you noticed he picked out all the clothes that the members have gotten for you. you giggled softly while walking out. Right away he looked up from his chair and gave you his biggest bunny smile when he heard your giggle. He loved your laugh, something about it always made him warm inside, call you cute and adorable and just want to hug you and never let go. You looked at the soup he made, gave him a weak smile and ate it happily.

Jungkook thought it would be a good idea to walk to the dorm seeing how it wasn’t that far and how some air could help you out a bit. It was quiet on the way there but it was a comfortable silence, he told you a bit about what the other members have been doing, how they felt about everything, you gave him another weak smile, you didn’t want to think about how hurt the members must have felt.

When you reached the dorm, you took a deep breath before opening the door and walking in. the members have been waiting for you it seemed. Their heads shot up at the noise of the door opening. Taehyung ran up to you and hugged you tightly like Jungkook did, but instead of crying, he just held you, when you hugged taehyung back you could feel him let go of a breath he was holding. you felt like he wanted to cry to you, but he wouldn’t. you just hugged him tightly telling him you were better. Hoseok also walked up to you. he looked at you, even though you had washed the tears away, he could tell from your eyes you were crying a lot.

When you had walked past the kitchen into the living room, Namjoon and Yoongi stood up right away. Namjoon looked at you for a bit before coming over to you and hugging you like the rest, he whispered into your ear how sorry he was, and you felt it. Yoongi kept on looking at you. he seemed afraid to walk up to you, to say anything to you, to touch you, he was afraid to hurt you, he didn’t seem to trust himself around you anymore. You walked up to him and you hugged him. He was surprised that you would even want to be near him but he hugged you back, he hugged you and hugged you and never wanted to let go, never want to hurt you again. Even when you backed away from the hug, he held you hand for a bit before letting go. Jin walked up to you fast after you hugged Yoongi and just cried into your shoulder. You shushed him and wrapped your hand around him “I’m so sorry y/n” he said between the crying. “I-its ok” you said while giving a weak smile. You looked around for Jimin, but didn’t seem to find him anywhere. “w-where’s Jimin?” you asked. They all looked towards his bedroom and you walked over slowly opening the door. “Jimin?” you quietly said. He ran up to you with his arms now around you, you cried into his shoulder. “y-y/n I’m so so sorry.” You let go of him he kissed your forehead and you both walked in to the living room. “s-so…”

A/N: wow that was emotional to write lmao. sorry it took me a while to write this part! I’m swamped with school plus writers block has made me not able to write anything soooo sorry lmao. anyways what do y'all think? I’m thinking that there will be at least one or two more parts to this, yeah? Hope you all enjoy this~~ see ya soon~ (also requests are open leave some stuff!)

anonymous asked:

Can you write abt Eddie being possessive with Richie?

Eddie hardly ever got jealous. In fact, he barely even noticed when people flirted with Richie. He had sort of gotten used to it back when they had been best friends. Back in tenth grade when Richie had a major growth spurt and girls and occasionally guys started paying more attention to him.

Eddie hadn’t really paid attention to is back and that didn’t really change when they had started dating their first year of university. People would still flirt, but now Richie brushed them off or ignored them.

Which was the complete opposite of how Richie was. If anyone even looked at Eddie the wrong way he would pull Eddie closer and glare daggers at them. It probably didn’t help that Eddie was terrible at telling when someone were flirting. It had taken him two years to realized that Richie was flirting with him. how was he supposed to tell that the girl that was talking to him was “obviously into you” as Richie had put it?

There were three times Eddie had been the one to get possessive.

The first had been in class, and he hadn’t been the one to point it out

~~~

Eddie, Richie, Bev, and Stan had psychology together in their second year of university. The class was pretty standard, mostly just lectures. But on Friday they had group discussions where they would break off into groups of 10 and talk about the topic of the day.

Richie, being Richie, always had something to say and would usually be the one leading the discussions. It was about the fifth week of classes. Stan, Bev, and Eddie had gotten to class before Richie and were talking about the previous weekend. Bev stopped talking when a guy walked by there table and sat a few seats behind them.
“That’s the guy that’s always flirting with Richie.” She whispered to Eddie once he had taken his seat. Eddie’s brows furrowed as he looked around the room confused.

“What are you talking about, what guy?” Eddie asked, turning in his chair to look behind him.

“Way to be conspicuous Eddie.” Stan rolled his eyes and look at him shaking his head.

“There no way you don’t notice the way he always tries to be in a group with us.” Bev pointed out, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Or how he always Stares at Richie,” Stan added on. He nodded his head towards the guy they were talking about.

“I thought that was just a coincident. And he stares at Richie because Richie is always talking.” Eddie defended, finally seeing who they were talking about.

He was in his early twenty’s and they were right, he was always sitting somewhere close to where they were.

“Oh come on Eddie. He asked him if he wanted to be partners on the group presentations,” Stan shook his head again. “How are you so oblivious to this.”

“When did that happen!” Eddie asked loudly. He definitely would have remembered that. Bev laughed as Stan shushed him.

“Last week when you were talking to the prof. don’t worry, Richie said no” Bev explained quietly.

Eddie turned his head to look back, not being as obvious this time. the guy was staring at the door. Eddie watched him sit up taller in his chair and look towards the door with a small smile.
Eddie turned and saw Richie walking towards their table. He looked back and watched the guy’s eyes follow Richie as he approached.

“Traffic was a bitch today.” Richie exclaimed as he flopped into his seat beside Eddie. Eddie was still looking behind him at the guy, who was still staring at Richie. His eyes shifted and then the two of them were looking at each other. Eddie gave him a dirty look and turned to look at the front of the room.

Bev was laughing from her spot beside Richie and Stan shook his head, an action he did a lot around the two of them. Richie looked at the three of them confused.

Class started with Richie still confused as to what was going on. The teacher wrote the topic for the discussion on the board and instructed them to get into groups. After some moving around from everyone in the room, groups were made, and to Eddie’s frustration, the guy was in there’s.

Their group of 10 sat around a table, Eddie sitting closer to Richie then strictly necessary. The guy sat across from them. Eddie hated that Stan and Bev had pointed out this guy because now that was all Eddie could think about. For the first half of the class, he didn’t look anywhere but at Richie.

Eddie glared at him and reached under the table to take Richie’s hand in his. Richie looked over at him confused and then smiled and leaned over to him.

“What’s up Eds.” He whispered, squeezing Eddie’s hand. Eddie just kept scowling across the table. Eddie pulled their joined hand out from under the table and placed them on the table in front of them.

The guy’s eye’s dropped down from Richie’s face to their interlocked hands and then raised up to lock eye’s with Eddie. Eddie’s head turned to the side slightly as he gave the guy a challenging look. He quickly looked away embarrassed, turning to face the wall.  

“Um, Eddie,” Richie said from beside him. Eddie looked over at Richie and saw that he was almost laughing. Over Richie’s shoulder, he saw that Bev was laughing. Eddie looked around their group and noticed that everyone was staring at them. Eddie blushed and dropped his hand to his lap.

Stan cleared his throat and started talking, bringing everyone’s attention to him. Eddie stared down at the table until he felt Richie take his hand from his lap and hold it in his.

That was the last time they had that guy in their group for class discussion.

~~~

The second time was when the two of them were on a date.

Richie had whisked Eddie away to a fancy night of a movie and dinner at Olive Garden. The two were having a great night, the movie they had seen was great and Eddie was excited to get to dinner, he loved Olive Garden.

They had just been seated when it started.

Their waitress was a blonde girl about their age. She brought them to their table, touching Richie’s arm as she lead them.

Eddie noticed but decided not to say anything. Beside this probably wouldn’t even be their waitress.

She was.

Eddie rolled his eye’s as she took their order and laughed exaggeratedly loud at the stupid jokes Richie made. Of course, Eddie thought Richie was funny, but most normal people didn’t and especially not as funny as this girl was making him seem.

Whenever she would bring them refill or check up on them, which was way too often, she would touch Richie’s shoulder and make flirty faced down at him. Eddie was seriously annoyed.

The last straw was when their bill came and Eddie noticed a small number written at the bottom of it and a heart at the end. Eddie grabbed the bill and tore off the bottom of it. he stood and took Richie’s hand, pulling him towards the front.

When they got to the hostess stand Eddie put some bills down in front of the waiter that was there. Richie talked with the waiter, something about university, as he rang them up and grabbed change.

Their waitress from before came up behind the hostess stand and inserted herself into the conversation, saying something about a campus party coming up that Saturday.

Eddie had had enough. He grabbed the front of Richie’s shirt and pulled him down for a kiss. Richie was taken aback and by the sounds of surprise coming from beside them so was the waitress.

Eddie smiled when he felt Richie kiss him back. he pulled away and took the money from the waiters waiting hand.

“Sorry, we’re busy.” He turned to the girl and said, shoving the change into his pocket, taking Richie’s hand and pulling him out the front door.  

~~~

The last time had been at a party.

Eddie stood outside, sipping from a plastic cup. He had one arm wrapped around himself trying to keep warm. Bev stood beside him, occasionally blowing smoke into the air. Bev had dragged him out stating that she couldn’t find any of the others to go with her and she really needed a smoke.

Eddie, not wanting her to go alone, agreed to go. It wasn’t like he had any real excuse for not going. He hadn’t seen Bill, Stan or Mike in a while and Richie had gone to go get a drink about fifteen minutes ago. Eddie figured Richie had run into someone he knew or maybe found someone offering a joint.

Bev through the end of her cigarette on the ground in front of Eddie, dug it into the ground with her foot and grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the front door.

“Thanks for coming, Eddie.”  She half yelled over her shoulder at him, the music making it hard for Eddie to hear her. He nodded at her and let himself be pulled through the house back to the living room where Bev had found him.

The two scanned the room for anyone they knew and spotted Stan sitting on a couch alone, nursing a drink. They pushed their way past people towards him. Bev dropped down to sit beside him and Eddie leaned against the arm of the couch.

The three of them talked for a bit about nothing in particular. Eddie had found out that Mike and Bill had known some guys that were here from a class they all had together, and they were in the backyard participating in a beer pong tournament. 

Eddie left to go get a drink and when he came back into the living room he noticed Bev and Stan whispering about something and glancing across the room.

Eddie approached them with a confused look. He turned over to where they were looking and saw Richie leaning back against the wall on the far side of the living room. A girl was standing with him. leaning her head on his shoulder and looking up at him. Richie had his head back, looking up at the ceiling and laughing. Eddie could tell he was right about Richie founding someone with weed, he looked completely stoned.

The girl did as well as her head lulled to rest in the crook of Richie’s neck.

Eddie stomped over to them, grabbed Richie’s arm and pulled him. the girls head rocked forward as she lost her support.

“EDDIE.” Richie yelled as he threw his arm around Eddie’s shoulder. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” He whispered into his ear.

“Excuse me, we were talking.” The girl said grabbing onto Richie’s other arm.

“I’m sorry, but me and MY BOYFRIEND are leaving.” he pulled Richie away from the girl and towards the front door.

Richie leaned hard on Eddie’s as they exited the house. Eddie walked them over to a tree in the front yard and sat down, leaning against it. Eddie wrapped his arm around Richie’s waist and pulled him closer. Richie nuzzled his hand face into Eddie’s neck.

“Why don’t you ever stop them?” Eddie asked quietly. Watching as people stumbled around the yard.

“stop who?” Richie mumbled into his neck.

Eddie paused for a second. Maybe he was being dumb. He was probably overreacting. At this point, though he couldn’t just not say anything and Richie most likely wouldn’t remember it tomorrow anyway.

“People that flirt with you.” Eddie finally said. Eddie felt Richie’s head move as he looked up at him. Richie stared at Eddie for what felt like forever.

“I don’t care what other people do Eds,” Richie finally said, reaching his hand up to cup Eddie’s chin and turn his head to face him. 

“I only care about you.” He finished, leaning his head in to press a kiss on Eddie’s lips.

Eddie smiled and kissed him back, wrapping his arms around Richie’s neck.

They sat wrapped together outside for the rest of the night. Richie would glare at anyone who approached them, saying that no one was going to come between them anymore. Eddie rolled his eyes and smiled, resting his head on Richie’s shoulder.

Eventfully Mike found them, saying that Ben had shown up to drive everyone home.

Eddie only got jealous over Richie three times. After that, he didn’t feel that he had to.


So I know it’s not my usually smutty stuff but I still kinda liked how this turned out, hope you did too!


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she.

she is a small infant, staring up into her parents faces, blurry and soft around the edges, giggling and grasping her parents fingers, unaware of any problems in the world.


she is a child, staring at her mother’s beautiful dresses, running her fingers along the silk and the satin, wondering why she can’t wear them. she is watching her mother pin her hair up, the dark thick locks, and feeling her own short-cut hair, and wondering why she can’t have her hair long.


she is a barely a teenager, looking wistfully at her sister, who is smacking her lips as she places lipstick upon herself. she is looking at the boys in the centre of town, feeling heat rise to her cheeks as she stares at the graceful curve of their throats, the angles of their noses and the shape of their legs.


she is wondering why she can’t be a she.


she is a teenager now, and she has told her parents how she feels. they look at her, and she can feel the weight of their gazes. although they say everything is alright, she can hear their whispers late at night, curled up in bed, and wonders if there is something wrong with her.


she is with her sister, and she is laughing and she is wearing a dress, and she is herself and she feels wonderful. her joy quietens when she has to take the dress off in order to leave her house.


she curls into a ball, sobbing, once she realises that she can never be herself outside of her home.


she is with her sister, and she is in a place full of bright colours and foreign accents. she is with her sister, and she is wearing makeup, and she is wearing a dress, and she is on top of the world, because she is out in the open, and she is who she really is, and she is diana.


she is whirling her blade around in a fight, slicing and stabbing demons all around her. she whispers her sister’s name as the darkness closes in around her.


she has jolted awake, and there is a blue woman there, a warlock—her name is catarina—and she softly tells her that her sister has died, and diana screams, and she has never felt this pain before, and it feels like her heart has ripped open, and she can’t breathe, and she can taste the salt dripping down her face in tears.


she is in catarina’s home, and she has told her how she feels, how she is a she, but doesn’t look it to others. catarina tells her that is called being transgender—and she is sobbing again, because she has been deprived of a word to describe herself for so long.


she is in the hospital, still in the foreign place, and catarina is helping her, and she is hiding her blood results from the other doctors, and she doesn’t know how to thank catarina, and she looks into the mirror and bursts into tears again.


she is in the foreign place, and she is telling her parents with a lump in her throats that she cannot come back home. she is in tears again, because she has found out her parents are dead. she does not believe her heart can break any more.


she is travelling back to the place of her youth, the place where she had to conceal herself for so long, and she is free. she is open, she is diana.


she is giving a sword to a girl with hair like fire, and a boy with actual fire running through his veins. she is vouching for the family that have lost so much, she is fighting for that family. she has survived the war.


she is taking the place of the blackthorns tutor, and she loves all of them. she sees the bags under julian’s eyes, and sees the way he interacts with arthur, and realised she needs to do something.


she is opening the book of questions, the questions they ask you with a sword that pulls the truth out of you, and scanning them, seeing if she can become the head of the institute. her gaze drops to the question, the dreaded question, and she throws the book at the wall, yelling in frustration.


she has watched the family grow up, seen their hopes and dreams, their nightmares and grief. she has taught them everything they need to know. she is a part of their mix-matched family.


she is investigating the person they call a friend, and her heart cracks even more when she finds him to be a traitor. she wants to take the blame off the blackthorns, she doesn’t even care, but the boy with the truth and the lies balanced in his palms manages to pull it off. she worries for him.


she is holding a golden acorn, trying not to think of the beautiful man with the soft heart behind his intimidating mannor. she is calling catarina for another favour, she is in london. she accepts the offer of the beautiful faerie.


she is in alicante, and her red silk garments make her feel elegant and sophisticated. she is with the beautiful man, flying over the city of glass. she is eating and laughing and drinking, and she feels like gwyn can see right through her.


somehow, she doesn’t mind. she wants him to know.


se is talking, talking, talking with the consul and the inquisitor, and she negotiating, and it frustrates her, how much she needs to conceal in order to get the result needed.


she is exhausted, helping the blackthorns, helping the faerie with the odd blue hair, helping emma, who’s hair curls around her face like gold ribbon, helping the boy who is a herondale but is not sure if he wants to be one, helping the girl with the dark hair and the darker eyes, with the kind soul, who seems to have become a family member, helping the shadowhunter and the warlock that bring hope to the world, helping their children.


she is bandaging the beautiful faerie’s arm, feeling the soft skin under the hard armour, and he is looking up at her, asking the questions she usually dreads.


she doesn’t, this time.


she is pouring her heart out to the faerie, she is offering her life, her story, her every emotion, her truth, and wondering if he will turn away.


he kneels before her, he calls her the bravest woman he has ever met, and she is curling into him, she is shaking with emotions all mixed together. she feels a flicker of hope in her chest.


she is herself.


she is diana.


******

little word vomit fic for diana day because this lovely lady deserves everything in the world.

anonymous asked:

All dads; I have terrible news. Dadsona was in a terrible car accident, and is currently undergoing surgery. There's a chance he may not survive.

Joseph: Joseph does what Joseph does best, he runs away from it. He’s sat in the hospital chapel, head in his hands, staring at the floor, staring at nothing. He can’t let himself cry, if he does he’ll feel it. The fear, the aching. He prays for Dadsona to pull through, he prays to be in his place. He doesn’t move until he hears Amanda’s arrived and then he has to be the strong one so he pushes back the agony in his heart and goes to wait with her.

Hugo: He was at the school when he got the news, he doesn’t think he just goes, races all the way to the hospital, trying to convince himself that everything was going to be fine. He paces so much you think he’d have eroded away the hospital floor. He doesn’t break until he gets a phone call from Ernest asking ‘where the hell is he?’ When Hugo tells him, Ernest goes quiet and then tells him he’ll be right there.

Mat: He breaks down the moment that he gets the call. He doesn’t go immediately, he can’t. Caremsita finds him still crying in the living room when she gets home. They go together, Mat feels terrible for being so emotional weak in front her but he can’t help it. Every time he thinks on the situation he’s in, of losing someone again, he’s in tears again.

Robert: The first thing he thinks of doing is getting a drink (or maybe 7) but he pushes the urge aside. He won’t be let into the hospital if he shows up drunk. So forces himself to sit in the waiting room, agitated, afraid, frozen. He wants to bail, to whittle, to drink! To do anything that will distract him from the choking sensation and stinging in his eyes.

Craig: He actually drops the phone. He’s stood in the middle of the field with his team. This can’t be happening, he thinks, they were supposed to always be together. How can this be happening. The mums start noticing him just standing there, then the kids do too. The twins try to shaking him from the trance of denial. They’re scared, he’s scared, River starts crying like she knows what’s happening and then he’s running to the car shouting about how they have to go.

Damien: Damien didn’t know how to process the news. He drives to Lucien’s school and just walks right into his classroom to collect him because he doesn’t know what to do. He’s quiet until they’re in the car and then the emotion just starts pouring from him. He’s shaking with each sob, Lucien holds him for a long moment before managing to calm him down. “He’ll pull through, Dad.”

Brian: He doesn’t really realise the gravity of the situation until he’s at the hospital and the doctor’s spewing medical jargon in his face. He hears the words “Might not make it” and goes faint, he has to sit down. He’s so pale the doctor’s worried about him actually passing out. He just sits for awhile staring at the walls as the world goes fuzzy around him feeling like he’s going to be sick. Then he thinks about having to explain this to Daisy and about Amanda suddenly being alone and he’s in tears.

Tessa’s Approval (Tom Holland x Reader)

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1700+

Warnings: None


~*~


You and Tom had gone out for the night. You guys had been dating for about four months now so whenever paparazzi caught you together somewhere they would just freak and take heaps of photos of the two of you. At times it was okay, when they were out of your way but 9/10 times you couldn’t go anywhere or even walk to your car.

You and Tom met at a press function, something like D23 where both your movies were being highlighted and heaps of interviews were going on. You met behind the scenes where all the actors hung out. A mutual friend introduced the two of you and you swapped numbers, thinking nothing of it. You were both so busy in your private lives, you could barely speak to each other. You had some time in America so you were able to visit him and be in a similar time zone as him whilst he acted.

You were both now attending this event for the mutual friend who set you up. They were having a massive party. Photos booths were involved, heaps of alcohol, loud blaring music and that usual stuff. The party was nearing to an end. Well, you were getting tired and Tom had work tomorrow morning so he barely drank anything. You walk away from the bar and find Tom having a chat with some guys he knew.

“(Y/N)! Come meet…” he trailed off gesturing for you to come over. You didn’t love the party scene a whole lot. Heaps of drunk people, heaps of attention seekers and heaps of annoying people acting like they’re better than everyone else. The second Tom said the guys name he introduced you to, it just slipped your mind.

“B-babe.” You tug on his arm.

“Yeah?” Tom asks.

“Can we go home soon? My feet are getting sore.” You gestured to your high heels on your feet.

“Yeah two minutes. I promise.” He whispered in your ear and kissed your cheek. Tom keep speaking to the guys he was with. You stood their awkwardly. Tom slithered a hand around your back and rubbed your lower back with his hand. “We’ve gotta go guys. But I’ll see you next week yeah?” Tom said cutting into the conversation to say good bye.

“Oh come on Tom. The nights only getting started.”

“Yeah! We were thinking about going to that strip club-”

“Maybe next time guys. I’m a little busy tonight.” Tom said to the two drunk guys and moved his hand from your back to your hand. Tom waved goodbye and helped guide you through the busy crowd. You stayed behind him, hold his hand, as his other hand combed through his hair. Paparazzi were going off at the front of the club.

“Tom! Tom!”

“Give us a scoop Tom!”

“(Y/N)! Can you give us anything on your new movie?”

“How was your night?”

“How’s your relationship going?”

You both didn’t bother answering any questions. Couldn’t they see that tie relationship was going well by the way you were holding hands with each other. Tom found his way to the valet carpark and a private driver drove his car to the front of the club. You both hopped in to get away from the chaos.

You had taken your heels off in the elevator. Tom’s place was a lot closer than your hotel you were currently staying at. You followed Tom down the hall to his apartment. You could hear a rack and a scratching sound from inside the apartment. Had some raccoons gone loose?

“Oh I didn’t tell you. Tessa is here”.

“Tessa? Oh yeah your dog you never stop talking about. How could I forget?” You joked and Tom cracks a smile. Tom unlocks the door with his key and enters. His apartment was nice and cosy for a night like tonight. You guys didn’t plan on having sex, but if you both felt like it, obviously one of you would’ve made a move by now. You walk in a put your heels on the ground.

“Careful, Tessa might chew them up.”

“Let me guess.” You pause. “I’m not the first girl you’ve brought here.” You giggle and he shrugs. “Thomas. Wait till your mother finds out about that.” You slap his shoulder playfully as he shuts the door. Tessa ran straight to your feet and sniffed around.

“Tessa. Stop. That’s inappropriate.” Tom shoed her away.

“She’s okay Tom.” You smile and bend down on the floor and reach out for her. “I’m not going to hurt you Tessa. Come here.” You smile softly and she creeps closer to you. You assume she was like this to everyone. Tom’s face showed a different expression. “Good girl Tess.” you smile as she got close enough for you to pat and scratch her ears.

You stop and get back up. Tessa jumps and follows you.

“Do you want something to drink? Water maybe?” Tom asked and you nodded.

“Please.” It was the first time you had actually seen his apartment. You had seen photos but you had never walked in it before. Tessa followed your every step. You made it to the lounge room where a photo of Tom’s family was placed on the coffee table. You picked it up and smiled. Tessa sat on the ground and rubbed her nose against your leg.

“Hey Tess. You want another run huh?” You smile and place the frame down and bend down again to rub her back. She licked your face once or twice. Is she usually like this? She seemed over excited for a dog. Tom came over with your glass of water.

“That’s my family. You’ve met Pads, Mum and Dad.” Tom referred to the photo frame. You were too busy playing with Tessa.

“Do you have a toy Tess? Wanna play catch?” The second your mouth said catch, her ears pricked up and she ran over to an old blanket and a chew toy. She picked them up in her mouth and waddled back over to you and dropped them on your lap.

“Tess, you’re going to ruin (Y/N)‘s dress.” Tom told Tessa.

“It’s fine babe.” You tell him as Tom sits on  couch. You place a hand on his thigh and rub it to consolidated him. You pick up the chew toy and gently throw it in the direction of the kitchen. Tessa runs and spirits to catch it before it hits the ground. She succeeds. She brings it back and sits on the ground.

“Where’s your bathroom? I’m going to wash my face and get changed? Do your have something I could wear?” You ask Tom awkwardly.

“Yeah. Are you cold?” You shake your head. “Alright. I’ll just get you a top or something then.” Tom says getting up and walking to his room. You sit with Tessa, waiting for Tom.

“So Tessa, aren’t you a gorgeous girl, huh?” You whisper rubbing her ears again. She nods and then licks your face once more. “Hey, you like doing that don’t you.” You laugh and she nudges your side with her nose and then jumps onto your lap and makes herself comfortable and placed her head down on her knee and stays out.

“All good. I’ve put some clothes in the bathroom for you to choose from-” Tom stops when he spots Tessa on your lap. “Tessa. Off (Y/N). She’s our guest, I mean, she’s my girlfriend.  You’ve only known her for thirty minutes you can’t love her yet.” Tom jokes rubbing her ears. “She’s been acting weird. Every other person that comes over, even Harrison she jumps and growls at them. Even with like, you know, other girls…”


“One night stands?” You smirk bring up his past which he hated.


“Shut up.” Tom rolls his eyes. “But it’s odd huh?” Tom says and you nod.

“Odd.”

Five minutes later, you try to push Tessa off your lap. “Tessa darling. Off please.”

“Maybe she’s fallen asleep?” Tom suggests getting off the couch and crouching down to meet your gaze. Tom shakes her a little and grabs a rattle toy and the noise from the rattle wakes her up. “Aha! She was asleep.” Tom throws the toy and Tessa doesn’t budge. “Tess, come on.” Tom groans. “(Y/N) just want to go to the bathroom she can play with you against soon.” Tom spoke and Tessa got off your lap and you place a peck on Tom’s lips as a thank you. You make your way to the bathroom, with Tessa following behind you. You try and shut the door before she gets into the room but it was too late. This was probably the first time you were going to have to strip naked to get changed in front of a dog. She doesn’t even understand English, so it’s no use asking her to shut her eyes. You get changed into a shirt of Tom’s and leave your underwear on. That should keep you warm enough. “Come on Tess. Back outside.” You giggle. As you creep out the bathroom you can hear Tom having a conversation to someone over the phone. Probably either his Mom or Harrison.

“Seriously, Harrison mate. Tessa hasn’t left (Y/N)’s side. Maybe Tessa’s trying to tell me something.” He paused. “I’m not going crazy. It’s like she’s sending me a message.” Tom nodded as he spoke.
“I know she goes ballistic when you come over, but seriously, she hasn’t barked or anything.” Tom shook his head. “I know. Weird right. Alright mate. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Tom hung up and you walked back into the lounge room. You sat down next to Tom, swung your legs onto the couch and Tessa jumped up. Tom rolled his eyes.

“I think she’s obsessed with you.”

“She’s probably not used to new people.” You tell him and he wraps a arm around your shoulders. Tessa nudges your hips once more and lays her end on your lap. You manage to find a way to snuggle into Tom’s side and rub the top of Tessa’s head as she sleeps. Maybe Tessa was trying to tell Tom a message this whole time…