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Secrets

Ta-da! Here’s my fic for the fic exchange, written for @sanderssidesships

Prompt: “Anything I can do to help?” “Just hold me”

Warnings: panic attack

A/N: Ok so this…got out of hand very quickly. It got so excessively long that I decided to make this into two chapters. I’m going to post the second part tomorrow to space them out a little bit. I’m not too sure how I feel about this but I hope you guys enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated <3

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かわいいですね~ This was meant to be an animation of a drama cd but..

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you have any Johnnyboy Valentine's Day headcanons X3

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I SuRe dO :D


-Okok so like????? Johnny tries to go all out with gifts honestly? 

-Like ok he doesn’t have a lot of money but he will save as much as he can so he can spoil his lil princess 

-Pony?? He doesn’t have money at all so he spoils Johnny with poems and drawings xD

-One year they tried to go out on a Valentine’s date together, but it ended horribly

-So– it’s a tradition for them every year to watch a movie at the Curtis’ all snuggled up on the couch eating chocolates Johnny bought ;w;

-Their first kiss was on Valentine’s Day and let me tell you,,,,,,,,,,,,, Pony was like??? Too happy for words

-At some points they’ll put on love songs and just dance around the room all close to each other and– ;w; it’s so pure

-Like the gang leaves all night so they can be by themselves and together and qqufwgyt4wrew I love them

-Johnny loves to dip Pony and kiss him and Ponyboy will lowkey freak out bc ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh man that’s adorable xD

-I’m so uncreative I’m sorry ;-;

-They feed each other those chocolates btfw–

-Snorts um ok don’t take my word for it but they’ll def get into some heated make out sessions on the couch

-Oops

-It never gets too far though 

-Heh

-And they’ll fall asleep on the couch together in each other’s arms ;w;

“Hey, Johnny?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I love you…”

“I love you, too, Pone…”

Imagine getting together with Chris.

A/N: Part 5 is here and I think I just died. OH MY GOD! As the writer, and as a reader- AHHHHHHHH! I’m sorry, I’m so calm right now. (No I am not, my heart) You can read the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B) Please enjoy! X

Chris laid sprawled on his couch with furrowed brows, tapping his TV remote against his bare chest. It was 1:48AM and he had an early morning meeting tomorrow, but he was still wide awake. He couldn’t sleep because he had too much on his mind, like the fact that you were yet to read the letter he’d left- admitting his love for you- at your apartment. Since he left said letter at said apartment, with each hour that ticked by- he’d been texting your best friend asking if you’d read it. Each time, he’d get a text back from Ava telling him the same thing: “she’s not home yet.” It finally got to the ninth hour at 11:00PM that he stopped texting Ava and texted you instead, not to ask about the letter but to see if you were okay. Which brought forth the other thing that was keeping him up.

Chris had texted you to ask if you were okay, and you’d sent back a simple “perfect.” Now what was that suppose to mean? Were you perfect because your date with Sam went well? Were you perfect because you’d read his letter and was thinking about your answer? No, you couldn’t have read the letter already. You wouldn’t have just texted if you’d read it. He knew you and he knew you would’ve called if you’d read it, unless- you didn’t feel the same way, or had changed your mind about him since hearing about Scarlett and going on that date with Sam. He should’ve addressed that rumor the second it came out, talked to you about it instead of calling Scarlett and laughing about it. If he lost you because of it, it was his fault and his fault alone.

“What am I going to do, bud?” Chris asked Dodger, his best friend who was half asleep by his feet. “What am I going to do if I lose her?” Dodger looked up when Chris sat up and reached down to smooth his hand over his pup’s head. “She’s the one and I was too afraid to tell her that when I had the chance, and now-” He cut himself off with a huff, scratching Dodger’s head ever so gently. “I’m a real fucking idiot, aren’t I?”

“I’d say.”

Chris was so distracted that he didn’t even hear you come in from the back door; you’d a set of keys because he trusted you and occasionally needed you to come take care of Dodger for him. He jumped to his feet, feeling his heart in his throat. You were crying, but it was out of pure and utter joy as well as love for the man standing in front of you. His lips parted and he tried to speak, but no sound came forth. He’d play a thousand different scenarios in his head and ways to respond, but now that it was actually happening- he’d no clue what to say. He stepped over Dodger and started towards you, stopping when you took a step back. You held up the letter that you’d read four times in the cab ride over with the help of your iPhone’s torch. Each time you’d read it- you fell even harder for Chris; words you wanted to use to form a response danced in your mind. But now, as you stood in front of him, you couldn’t speak either. God, the two of you were made for each other.

“Y/N, I’m not dating Scarlett,” Chris finally spoke. Upon hearing those words leave his mouth, he wanted to slap himself. As important as that piece of information was, he wished his first words to you were “I love you.” Which was what he said next, drawing more happy tears from your eyes. “Please don’t cry,” he pleaded as he started towards you again, stopping when you held up a hand.

“I’m sorry, I just- I need a moment,” you told him and he nodded understandingly. “I um- This was-” you held up the letter, smiling. “It was a very Fan fic Chris thing to do,” you said and you both managed a light laugh. “How did you learn to write like that? Those first two paragraphs-”

“Y/N,” he cut you off, chuckling. “I don’t think we need to talk about my writing capabilities right this very second, do you?” He quizzed and you shook your head, swallowing. “You came here to tell me something,” he began as he slowly inched closer to you; step by step. “You came here to answer a question, to confess your true feelings.” You nodded slowly, feeling your heart on the verge of exploding. “So how about,” he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you towards him, “we get to that?”

“You’re not wearing a shirt,” you blurted out and grimaced at how awkward you were. Chris laughed, because how awkward you were was one of the things he loved about you. “I um…” You couldn’t believe how difficult it was to talk around a shirtless Chris; how his female co-stars managed was beyond you. His hands rubbing small, gentle circles into your sides weren’t helping your ability to speak coherently either. “Can you-” you put a hand on his chest to push him back; his heat radiated through your palm. “I just need some space so I can think.”

“I think we’ve done enough thinking, don’t you?” He returned to his original position, but this time a little closer and his grip a little tighter. “I’m done thinking and so are you,” he whispered as he dipped his head. With his lips inches from yours, his minty breath warm against your cheeks. “Do you love me?” He asked gently and you felt yourself nod as you got lost in his eyes; he smiled so wide, his pearly whites blinded you. “Do you want to kiss me?” He asked and got another breathless nod from you. “Good, because I love you and I want to kiss you too.”

The second his lips touched yours, everything fell into place. You realized that saying was a cliché you’d used many times before, in a quite a few of your stories, but not once had you truly understood or felt what you wrote. Not until now, not until you had Chris’ soft and supple lips pressed against yours. It was insane how good and how right it felt, and how many more clichés played through your mind. “He kissed you like your lips were the air that he needed to breathe”, and “he kissed you like there was no tomorrow”, and “his lips touched yours and sparks flew.” In that very moment, as his hands gently caressed your face while his lips worked against yours tenderly, attentively, and passionately- you lived through every romantic, breathtaking kiss scene you’d ever written. It felt like pure and utter magic- and yes, you realized that was yet another cliché but God, you didn’t care. You were happy because you were kissing the one you could, and had pictured forever with.

“Fuck,” Chris breathed when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. “Sorry,” he chuckled breathlessly and you shook your head, smiling. You could feel how flaming hot your cheeks were, as well as how wide your smile was; it was wider than it’d ever been. “I don’t mean to swear in your face, I just- that was fucking amazing. I mean- Fuck,” he cussed again, laughing. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

“Why don’t you do it again?” Your arms wrapped around his neck as you inched closer to his lips.

You didn’t have to ask him twice; he chuckled and kissed you again, moaning ever so softly when your hands found their way into his un-gelled hair. Now you weren’t a girl he wanted to rush things with because he respected you, but he was so swept up- in the passion, and the romance, and the very obvious lust in the air- that he couldn’t help himself. His hands reached under your thighs and he swiftly lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You knew what was happening and what would happen if you let it, and though you always promised your mom you wouldn’t rush into things- this was Chris and she’d always wished you’d end up with him after reading your series. Now that the opportunity had arise, surely she wouldn’t blame you for taking things a little faster than usual. It wasn’t like he was going to run out on you, the letter made it pretty damn clear he was here to stay.

He broke the kiss and smiled, carrying you as he started towards the stairs. He didn’t know who to thank for you, just every thread in the universe that brought the two of you together. You did the same thing, brushing his bearded cheek with your thumb.

“Does Ava know you’re not going to be there when she wakes up?” That question was his subtle was of asking for consent; he wouldn’t and couldn’t do anything you were uncomfortable with. He knew the hold he had on you, but he’d never use it to his advantage. Similarly, you knew the hold you had on him and you’d never use that to your advantage either.

“I think Ava will figure it out.”

“Yeah,” Chris bit back his growing smile, “I think she will too.”

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I miss this blog

So yeah! I’ve been completely inactive on this blog for the last….too long. And honestly, I think it’s because you guys showed so much interested and support it overwhelmed me fjfbdn ; w ; even though it’s definitely amazing, I was really not expecting so many people to like what I posted and send asks themselves. My perfectionist side got the best of me and I couldn’t get anything done, hence going inactive. I really wanna come back soon:(
Would you have me back??

well the time is here to celebrate!! just remember that even if i didn’t mention you here (ahh im sorry), i still love each and every one of you with all my heart <3

First I would like to mention the 4 people who are my “Biggest Fans

1. @thewolveriness  hey!! hey you!! you’re amazing :) We’ve never talked before but I’ve definitely noticed you on my dash like literally every day <3

2. @tiny-gay-munchkin  !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! can i just start by mentioning how amazing you are?? and sweet?? and kind??? and awesome?? you literally make me smile so much!! thanks for starting #rainwolf and being a kool kid mutual ;) we should def talk more :)

3. @casismyspiritangel hey ;) thanks for following and supporting me <3

4. @coffeekeyboardsss hey hey!! thanks for exchanging fanfics with me and being cool!! you’ve been an awesome mutual and lets talk more sometime!!

Next, lets go to mis amigos (yes i just tried to Spanish there) tbh im not an alphabetical person so im just going by randomness 

1. @honeybee-and-batman honey you’re just….i dont have words?? celestial?? superhuman?? the queen of the universe? thank you for always being there for me when im hurt and feeling sad and checking up on me 

2. @wolfyangel-is-a-pluviophile well hello there!! thanks for being amazing and the late night talks :) i know we just started talking recently but im happy to see how our friendship grows #rainwolf 

3. @answersfromtheunknown Hey Abby!! I can’t believe that in this gigantic universe it turned out that we live so close to each other! Anyways, thank you for looking out for me and listening to my endless ranting about my feelings and stuff. ilyyyy <3

4. @deprestabstractart Chase! yo fam!! honestly you’re such a kool kid how even?? even though we just started to get to know each other I really like talking to you about life and SPN!! 

Now that I’ve mentioned my friends, I would like to mention some blogs that I admire and love <3

@pretttypadalecki @bubblemish @caelestialle @jimminovak @calliopecookiejar @audi-nos-bitch @applestorms @cryptic-llamaneverlander

@carryonmywaywarddoctor @chestfever @fromperdition4

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i don’t care how many versions i make of this post i will never not think this is funny

@heroesxdemons

Hey Arlecchino, is that window fixed yet? I swear that damn fairy can’t find a better entrance …” The witch stamped her foot in impatience as the sounds of hammers pounding could be heard in the room over. A knock on her door before a dreary voice called out. “All finished, Master Lia…”  The witch growled before shouting back “IT’S METALLIA YOU IGNORANT GOON!”  She bursted forth from the door to inspect the servant’s repair work. Nothing special but it would suffice. 

At least the draft will stay down for now until that tiny little bit-” Before she could finish her rant a huge flashing swirl of blue light followed by a clamorous bang echoed the nearby surroundings shattering the glass in not only the newly-fixed, but all the windows in the witch’s hut.  The dreary voice spoke once more. “Oh dear. I looks as if all the windows have been broken. How unfortunate...”

For the love of-!” Metallia gritted her teeth in rage and marched outside to track down whatever had been the cause of such vandalism.