still not happy with the lighting in some

finally this monster is finished. i spent several days just trying to get the line art finished not because it was hard, but i was just being so painfully sluggish. and it took another couple days and lots of flopping between my old and decrepit version of photoshop, and then sai, to get the lighting tweaks correct.

there’s still some stuff i’m not perfectly satisfied with, but given that i NEVER do environments or mood lighting, i’m happy. so please enjoy this contribution of mine to the ship of our hearts TTwTT9

*whispers* Divine Victoria reads smutty literature in bed when she’s had a long day pass it on

So I saw this text post and then my hand slipped


Heerreee’s a new Voltron art for today to celebrate Diwali, the Indian festival of lights, as part of my Indian AU. 

I only did the Paladin boys + Coran here but I have another piece with the ladies (which I still have yet to finish). I couldn’t resist drawing my dudes in beautiful traditional outfits (aka Sherwani or kurta) just having a good time with some fireworks. And then there’s Coran (ミ⊙ヮ⊙)ノ*:・゚✧ *:・゚✧ *:・゚✧ 

Here’s the references I used for their outfits (with some adjustments):

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Quantum Destabilizer!

1. Relatively happy with the final paintwork. Doesn’t quite have that weird teal sheen though. Darn parallel universe materials / overlay textures, so difficult to replicate
2. That little Bill-shaped crosshair is still my favourite detail. What a fashion statement
3. The muzzle light isn’t exactly visible to outside but I needed to know that it’s there

drunk tmnt (??)


  • rarely drinks and lightweight as fuck
  • always says hes not gona get too fucked up but two beers in he’s slicing lime
  • generally happy drunk but if u bring up honour or leadership he WILL cry
  • first one to pass out first one to get sick
  • smoking of any kind is off limits for him
  • he does not care about romance hes just tryin to have a good time
  • always wants to listen to brittany spears 


  • he drinks often and he drinks a lot but still gets drunker than anyone
  • pretends to like scotch and rum but really he just wants a fucking cooler
  • very emotional drunk but its all happy, hes crying because he just loves you guys so fucking much
  • if theres karaoke u better watch tf out
  • he’d smoke a whole pack if you let him 
  • always down for weed
  • he will cuddle anyone he isnt related to (CASEY) but he’s probably not too interested in them he just wants some physical affection 
  • he and mikey always stay up the latest 


  • a bit of a light weight but not as bad as leo
  • he will do absolutely anything while drunk (and so will raph depending on how fucked he is)
  • he wont stop telling you to dare him to jump over shit
  • he just wants to DO something
  • he’ll drink literally anything (likes coolers tho)
  • he provides the jams but donnie always ends up taking over
  • the first to suggest weed but will never touch a cigaret
  •  will also cuddle anyone not related to him but if hes really drunk he’ll curl up next to raph (lets be real)
  • if hes into the person hes gettin cozy with it honestly getts kinda uncomfortable (for everyone else)


  • chill drunk
  • he likes beer and mixed drinks, no shots for donnie
  • laughs at everyones jokes
  • more of a one on one conversation kinda guy tho, may or may not be on his phone texting
  • and boy does he have things to say
  • official joint roller
  • when hes drunk all he really wants is to smoke a cigaret and put his arm around somebody cute
  • a casual flirt
  • usually fucks off to his room to watch movies at some point (cuddle buddy is invited)

anonymous asked:

OH MY G OD GIRL I AM FREAKING OUT thank you SO much for that list of books, I NEED MOOORE i saw the tag that you have a longer list? could you please post that soon!! I mean I have been literally scrolling through her insta for all the books she has read every now and then, because she usually posts pics of them but i've always thought there must've been more.. like ones mentioned on her story or elsewhere!! thank you so much ahh you're great!

hey babe, thanks so much for this enthusiastic and lovely message ❤️ i’m actually surprised at how many people liked the book post! and i’m very glad how happy you are from the list!!! still haven’t found the complete list as my hard drive is a total mess but if i do, i plan on posting the full complete list. meanwhile, here’s some more that i can remember rn:

  • a little life, hanya yanagihara
  • lolita, vladimir nabokov
  • the unbearable lightness of being, milan kundera
  • sharp objects, gillian flynn
  • waiting to be heard: a memoir, amanda knox
  • eternal night, carina adly mackenzie
  • the mortal instruments, cassandra clare
  • animal farm, george orwell
  • the good girl, mary kubica
  • the four agreements: a practical guide to personal freedom, don miguel ruiz & janet mills
  • seriously… i’m kidding, ellen degeneres
  • the girl on the train, paula hawkins
  • fifty shades of grey, e. l. james
  • the healthy life, jessica sepel
  • wake up: a life of the buddha, jack kerouac

AN: This was written for bellarke secret santa but I’ve been talking with @cachekakusu about this for a very long time now.

will you call me (to tell me you’re alright)?


The one thing Bellamy would probably criticize about this whole thing is that it has a lot of fairy lights.

It’s a small wedding – not that he’s attended enough to say, but it feels small. Everybody knows everybody, and they’re all happy and content. And Octavia, the bride, is spinning in Lincoln’s arms in the middle of the dance floor with the biggest smile he has ever seen. He’d cry, but he had already exhausted his tears when he walked her down the aisle. And when he gave his speech. And when he danced with her. He’d say he already hit his quota.

Plus, he’s tired.

Wedding planning – not that he wants to discourage people from getting married, but he’d rather live in recluse than plan another wedding, and he’s not even in the middle of it all, not like Octavia was. He’s so glad he wasn’t.

The wedding’s nice, truthfully. The tables are nice, the seating arrangements are nice, even the weird little napkin sculpture is nice, it’s just that –

“You can’t just ignore her for the rest of the night,” says Miller, plopping down on the seat next to him. Bellamy’s looking out onto the dance floor, pretending to people-watch because, you know, that’s what he does. Scope people. He’s SWAT, he scopes people. Miller can go.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, prim and not at all that subtle.

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Just an Observation

Star Trek Fan: Intellectual. Science minded. Female. Wants to understand the science of the future. Likes the utopian nature of the Star Trek world. Women like it because women are equal in the Star Trek universe. Not really interested in aliens who all look like humans in rubber suits anyway. Brainy people like that it deals with social and political issues.

Star Wars Fan: Likes action. Enjoys the combat. Adventure minded. Male. Views the future like Lord of the Rings with light sabers. Science and magic are indistinguishable in the Star Wars universe. Guys like it because although some women are badass but they are still mainly damsels in distress needing rescue. Star Wars fans are happy that social and political issues are superficial if they do appear.

In Light of the Events: My Blog Will Now Be a Safe Space

I will no longer be posting about the election and its results. I will still remain informed and do what I can to help my country and those who will be hurt, but I will not post about it on this blog.

I want this blog to be a getaway for people to relax and see nice things, find comforting things in this time of pandemonium. I want there to be laughter and some semblance of happiness in the coming future that people can escape to. My IM is open for venting, but I won’t post conversations.

This is for my mental health and for the mental health of others who seek a fraction of normalcy in light of all this. Please keep informed, as I will be. This battle is far from over.

Everyone stay safe. My love goes out to everyone. We will make it through this.


Pairing: James Moriarty X Reader

Requested By: Anonymous

Prompt: #22 - Fever - an abnormally high body temperature.

Summary: Reader has to take care of a sick Moriarty.

Warnings: Some light cussing, nothing too crazy.

AN: My very first ask! :D You made me happy! I feel like I rushed a bit to get this out before class, so I hope you like it. Cheers! 


You felt hot, almost too hot as your eyes slowly opened and you looked over at the clock. It was still early, the sun just starting to peek on the horizon and cast and orange glow within the bedroom. You brought your hand up, feeling the sweat on your brow as you wipe it away, wondering if you were getting sick. You curse yourself mentally, knowing you shouldn’t have stayed out so late in the cold the other night. You turn your head to look at Jim, he was curled up next to you with his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close. You didn’t want to wake him, so you grabbed his arm and that’s when you realized it wasn’t you, it was him.

He was burning up.

You move your hand to his forehead, feeling the heat radiating from his skin before you ever make contact. You sit up carefully and maneuver yourself out from under his grip, watching as he curls up with the pillow you were just using. You smile, loving how cute he looked while sleeping, so innocent looking. You had to hold back the scoff of laughter at the thought of James and innocent in the same sentence, you knew better.

You make your way across the bedroom, grabbing your silk robe and wrapping it around yourself before making your way down stairs to get an early start. You make a batch of tea and pour some for yourself while you start a pot of chicken broth. You yawn as you start cutting up some vegetables, and before too long you have a nice pot of chicken noodle ready. You grab some lemon from the fridge and some honey from the cabinet, mixing them together with the hot tea and placing it on the tray along with a bowl of soup, a tall glass of water and a wet cloth. You know he’ll be awake any moment now, so you head up the stairs and back into the bedroom.

When you enter the covers are completely off the bed along with the pillows, and Jim is laying in the middle, stripped down to his underwear. You walk closer and place the tray on your nightstand, “James,” you say softly, sitting on the bed with one leg crossed beneath you as you reach out and stroke his sweat soaked hair off his face. “I made you some soup.” He opens his eyes and you pity him as he suddenly starts to cough. Jim hardly ever got sick, but when he did it was always awful, and lord knows Jim didn’t handle sick very well.

“I’m not sick,” he mumbles, batting your hand away weakly, “and don’t look at me like that.” You ignore him and grab the cloth from the tray, using it to dab at his face. He grumbles, something under his breath that you can’t make out as you fold cloth and lay it across his forehead. “I have things to do,” he says, his voice horse from the coughing, “I’m not sick.”

“Of course not, darling.” You say, getting off the bed and picking up the pillows from the floor. You set them up against the headboard, motioning for him to sit up and he does, a scowl on his face as he leans back against them. You readjust the cloth and then hand him the tea, he looks at it for a long moment, a staring contest to the death. Finally he gives in and takes a drink, a winch crossing his face as he swallows.

“I need to get ready,” he says, trying to hand you the cup of tea but you just stand there, hand on your hip, an eyebrow raised. Another glare, another cough, a huff and he drinks the rest of the tea. “Happy?”

“No,” you say, taking the cup back and sitting back down on the bed, this time facing him. “I’ll take care of business today, you need to rest.”

“Like hell, you haven’t a clue as to what needs to be done.” He retorts, the cloth falling from his face as he sits up in protest.

“Oh please, you have a lunch today at eleven with Mr. and Mrs. Foster, nothing too serious, just to get a feel of the two before you decide to go any further. Later I believe you are scouting out an area in downtown London, adding a few final touches before you contact your hounds and release them on that wicked old man that pissed you off last week.” You say with a smirk.

He clears his throat, “well, that wasn’t sexy or anything.” He says, leaning back into the pillows in defeat. He starts coughing again, his head falling back against the headboard and letting out a groan as he did. You turn until you are sitting next to him, pulling at him to lean against you, “no, I’m not a bloody child.” He says, but allows you to pull him as he lays his head down on your chest.

“Not at all,” you say, laughter in your voice as you run your fingers through is hair. You grab the fallen cloth and dab at his face again, watching as he closes his eyes and eventually falls asleep. You lay that way for a few hours, watching the steam fade from the soup you made. Watching the way he twitched as he slept, listening to his breathing. Luckily your phone was near by, you quietly made a few calls, one to the driver, the other to the doctors office.

“I’m not going to the doctor,” he mumbles against your chest.

“You’re going to the doctor, even if I have to hold you at gun point to get you there.” You say, the threat sounding in your voice

“Hmm, sound kinky.” He says, a smirk on his face as he looks up at you.

You only laugh and place a kiss to his forehead, making a mental note to add some extra rounds to your purse later before you leave.



There’s something ironic, Lily thinks, about practicing Defense Against the Dark Arts side by side with the people she needs to defend herself against. She can feel Avery’s hot gaze on her back, can imagine his lips in a cold sneer as he waits for her to take her turn. It’s rather hard trying to think of a happy memory with a potential murderer breathing down her neck, but Lily tries anyway.

“Expecto Patronum!” A bright blue ball of light shoots from her wand, but it’s weak, not corporeal. Lily sighs, wiping sweat from her brow.

“Good, Miss Evans!” Professor Helene says, clapping her hands. “A patronus charm is exceptionally hard, and even some of the most skilled wizards can never produce a corporeal form. Don’t be discouraged - we still have an hour of class.” Lily isn’t discouraged, she’s simply frustrated. She knows that she probably won’t be able to produce a corporeal patronus, no matter the fact that she’s been trying and failing for the better part of a year, but she’d very much like to. If there’s one thing Lily Evans isn’t very good at, it’s soul searching, and what better way to know yourself than to have your spirit animal revealed to you? So, really, she’s just impatient. Which is nothing new.

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One cold night- Bucky x Reader

Prompt/Request:  @nerdyequestrian So bucky and reader go hang out together (they could be dating or just be super good friends) to walk around in the snow and look at houses wth their christmas lights up and reader’s all done up in a cute hat and gloves and scarf and it’s freezing outside but they’re still braving the cold and bucky can’t stop thinking about how beautiful reader looks when she’s so happy and laughing and enjoying herself and they get to some beautiful scene, whether it be a house or a big christmas tree in town or something and she stops and says how beautiful it is and in the midst of her admiring it bucky realizes how goregous she looks in the lights from the tree and they make her glow and he realizes how much he loves her and he just kisses her then and there and it’s super fluffy!!

 Authors note: Shame. Shame on me and my cow. I can not tell you how sorry I am for taking so long with this!! I’m kicking myself… BUT I woke up at 5 something this morning and finally figured out a way to write this now that Christmas is way over. I hope the ending makes up for the terribly long wait, I hope.

Originally posted by a-night-in-wonderland

 “You ready, Doll?” Bucky asked you from the doorway.

 “I have no idea,” You rolled your eyes as you ran your fingers through your hair one last time. “You won’t tell me where we’re going so I don’t know if I’m wearing the right clothes.”

 “You look amazing.” He grinned. “Just grab a coat and maybe some gloves.” He winked.

 “Ugh, Is going to be cold?” You whined playfully.

 Bucky sauntered in the room and kissed your cheek, grabbing your hand. “It’ll be worth it I swear.”

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“Friendly Neighborhood Watch” | Young Sam x Reader | FLUFF

WARNINGS: suggestive, language


DESCRIPTION: There are four days left of school before Graduation Day. It’s so goddamn obvious you and your childhood best friend Samuel Drake feel the same thing for each other… but you won’t say anything because you don’t want to risk your established friendship, and Sam doesn’t want to say anything because he can’t risk giving himself away. But when two people are a perfect match for each other, some things are bound to be revealed sooner or later.

This is technically Part 2 of “Trick of the Light”, but you don’t have to read that in order to understand this (regardless I’ll still leave the link to it below). I’m really pleased with how this one came out because it just makes my heart so happy like aw Sam :,)) It switches between Reader and Samuel so sorry if it’s kinda unclear as to whose POV you’re reading from haha *sweats intensely*

And I also wanna tag @le-ephemere @hyperionbabe @a-n-g-e-l-frommynightmare and @nataliarmnov because you guys are SO NICE and left such sweet comments on Part 1 ily please enjoy

Trick of the Light

Inspired by this song (Rather Be With You - Sinead Harnett)

The only reason why you were with Rafe Adler in the first place was because you were lonely.

Well, more like the one guy you were ever seriously in to never paid attention to you the way you wanted him to, and conveniently, Rafe Adler transferred to your shithole high school and you thought he’d be a lovely distraction.

Except that, despite getting together with Rafe, you still couldn’t get over your one true crush.

The boy next door, your childhood sweetheart, your best friend: Samuel Drake.

You remember precisely when you started crushing hard on that boy. You were in middle school, still in your semi-awkward tween stage, lost in the masses of equally confused prepubescent boys and girls trying to find their places in the social hierarchy. Sam was one of the popular kids; he and his little brother were both notorious for their mischievous methods of cutting class and their bright, cheeky grins. Always the one with extravagant (although mostly exaggerated) tales of adventures, it was expected for girls and boys to flock around Samuel Drake. His heady Bostonian voice and loopy grin managed to light up any room he walked into; Samuel Drake had this laid-back, passionate, and approachable dynamic.

And on top of that… it was almost painful how good-looking he was.

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Fix-It Fics: Sherlock S4Ep1 Fanfic

Looking for a fix-it fic for some of the horrible things that happened in Sherlock S4ep1? While I am still reeling from S4ep1 (read: crying and shaking when trying to re-watch, think or read meta about it) I did have a few moments in it where, perhaps like some other fanfic writers, I did a little squee because I saw similarities between a fic I had written and the themes/ideas in the episode. I thought I would note those fics here in case you are looking for a happy ending “fix-it” fic as a light at the end of the Johnlock tunnel:

1) The Crimson Thread: Predestiny as doom and predicting people/the future is like an equation

  • In S4ep1 predestined/unavoidable death is a major theme with the Merchant in Baghdad story. Sherlock also says to Mycroft that if he holds enough threads of the web he can predict the future and it is also brought up in tracking Mary when Sherlock puts forth (as an excuse) that knowing her character he could narrow down the possibilities of what she would do. In The Crimson Thread there is a similar idea as Moriarty’s method to defeat Sherlock; understanding people are like an equation he is therefore able to predict and manipulate their path.
  • Also in here is the idea of John as Sherlock’s heart, Moriarty forcing Sherlock to fall to ‘burn the heart out of’ him, John ending up a single parent, John grieving the loss of Mary (fled not dead).
  • The Crimson Thread ends with a little fluffy Parentlock

2) No MoreGuilt, including Mary’s death, as a major obstacle to happily ever Johnlock 

  • Well, we all saw the terrible way this played out in the episode with John turning on Sherlock at the end because of her death. In this recent fic created through a collaboration with @sherlockssister1, instead of John pushing Sherlock away, Sherlock’s guilt drives him away from John.
  •  Also in here is emotionally devastated John and John attempting to use empty sex with any woman to escape feelings for Sherlock. A non-integral (hey, we kinda got that right!) moment is the “innocent” hacker that is saved from going to jail and then is called on for a favor. 
  • No More ends with a sweet, healing bit of tasteful smut. 

So if you, like me, are looking for a way back to Johnlock, here are two kind-of fix-it fics, you can check out.


He stood in the shadows, watching her quietly. The way she laughed heartedly at something her uncle said. How the opened mouth laugh caused her dimples to show. The way she laughed so hard there was tears shining in her Y/C/E eyes. She ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it off her face as she wiped her eyes trying to calm down. God, she was perfect.

He stepped out into the light, making his way towards them. Her lips turned up as she spotted him, her whole face beaming just like it always did when she saw him. He hadn’t noticed it at first. He knew she smiled at him, that she was happy to see him. She always was. It wasn’t until some priest they met on a case mentioned it that he realised. He still remembered that conversation, how much his chest and heart swelled as he listened to the old man. God, that was three years ago. And yet they were still in the same place they were then. Single and Alone.

He handed her a beer, smiling as she thanked him. His heart swelled as he watched her. This year, this year he was going to do it. He wasn’t going to chicken out. Not like at Christmas, or her birthday, or his birthday, or Easter, or Valentines, or last New Year’s. No, this time he was going to tell her.

‘Wanna go find our spot?’ he offered, suddenly nervous as he cleared his throat. He had no idea why it was so hard.

She nodded and the two walked through the car yard, to the old Ford truck they had laid claim to many years ago. The same spot they sat every year to watch the fireworks and discuss their coming resolutions. He watched as she broke out into the biggest grin he had seen all night as they approached it. He’d filled the tray with pillows and blankets. Preparing for the two to spend the night watching the fireworks and talking. He’d even set up an esky and some snacks.

He help her into the back of the truck, grinning as she pulled her boots off and snuggled under the blankets, holding them open for him to join her. He didn’t need to be asked twice. He pulled her in close and held her tight as they settled down. Years ago, he had used the excuse that he wanted to keep her warm, now he just did it because he could.

‘So,’ she smiled, as she snuggled in, fitting perfectly in his arms. ‘What’s this coming year’s plan?’

‘To be more honest with myself,’ Dean offered.

‘Nice, I like it.’


‘Shop less.’

Dean snorted, the woman hated shopping. Even food shopping made her screw up her face. She hated even ordering dinner. It was hilarious.

‘Seriously?’ he chuckled, kissing her head, breathing her in.

‘To be less fearful, take more risks.’

Dean stiffened slightly, he didn’t like the sound of that. She was already too gung-ho when it come to fighting.

‘In life, not hunts, right?’

‘Yeah,’ she smiled. ‘I just…I’ve had the same plan, same I’m gonna do it for years but it’s never happened. This year, this year I’m going to. You know?’

Dean smiled, ‘You’re preaching to the choir, Sweetheart. That’s part of being honest with myself. Admitting I can do, that there’s nothing to be afraid of.’

Her body shook slightly as she laughed silently, ‘I never pictured you as afraid.’

‘I’m scared out of my mind on a daily basis,’ he admitted seriously. He felt her shift as she moved to look at him. ‘I’m scared of losing Sammy, of losing you. I’m scared if I tell the woman I love how I feel, she’ll reject me. I’m scared of her leaving if that happens. Of never seeing her again.’

Her jaw dropped slightly as he spoke, her lips moving as she went to respond but nothing came out. Dean shifted slightly so they were both sitting up.

‘I’m scared that if I kiss her now, she’ll pull back. Worse still, I’m scared that I’ll panic and run like I have so many times before, never getting the courage to tell her everything.’

A small smile played on her lips as a single tear rolled down her cheek. Dean leant forward slowly, giving her time to pull back as he pushed his hand into her hair, letting his lips brush against hers. Fireworks burst to life overhead, but neither hunter bothered to look. For the first time since they were kids, they missed seeing the display. Their focus only on each other. Both fulfilling their resolutions in the first few seconds of the new year.

“Okay y/n you lied you definitely played before.”

“I never said I didn’t play… I’m just not usually good.”

It was Eric’s birthday and you decided to dedicate your whole day to make him happy. You decided to kick start the night with some bowling. The music was loud and the neon lights gave the dark alley a city glow. You saw how happy Eric was bowling with his friends. Dylan, Robyn, Devon, you and the usually gang spilt into two teams. It was Dylan, Eric, Brooks and Nate verse You, Robyn and Devon. You wouldn’t call it fair but you still had a blast.

The boys finally won and all of you decided to hit up the arcade in the same place. You and Eric ran to this zombie shooting game and started competing.

“Awe I totally got that fucker!”

“Cmon Eric, nobody likes a sore loser.”

You both started laughing as he pointed the bright red toy gun at you and made a “pew pew” noise. You looked to your right and saw Dylan and Robyn playing Ski-ball. You smiled at how cute they were, but those thoughts were interrupted with the group of guys screaming and laughing as they hit fake clowns with red balls.

“Your aim fucking sucks”

Brooks gave Eric the middle finger not even looking back at him. You got closer to Eric and leaned your head on to him.

“So anything else you wanna do birthday boy”

He rolled his eyes and put his arm around you.

“Should we just close off the night at my place? Watch some movies and chill?”

You gave him and wide smile and slowky started to collect everyone after an hour in the arcade.

The the group again spilt into two different groups to get in the cars. It was Brooks, Nate and Devon in one and Eric and Dylan in the other. You were planning on going with Brooks when Robyn pulled you aside.

“Hey y/n, how about we both go with Dyl and Eric?”

Robyn never really cared about being alone with Dylan and Eric. So it caught you by surprise when she wanted you to go with her. You complied with her request and jumped into the car with Dyl and Eric. Brooks followed behind.

The ride back to Eric was fun. Filled with jokes and stupid car dancing. Dylan blasted techno and just flailed his arms around, you and Robyn joined in with Dylan, laughing your heads off. You finally pulled into Eric driveway and Brooks parked next to him.

You all filled into Eric’s room. Brooks sat on a random chair. Nate and Devon sat on the floor by the foot of the bed. You sat in the middle of the bed and so did Robyn. Eric stayed upstairs to look for some snacks while Dylan looked for movies through Eric’s desk.

A few hours later Brooks took the group home. You lived near Dylan so you decided you’ll wait for Dylan to deicide when he wants to go. Your parents weren’t home for the weekend so you didn’t really care too much. You grew sleepy very fast as the navy blue sky started to turn into a black abyss. You let yourself lean into Eric when Dylan ask Eric to go with him somewhere.

“Just do it dude. You’ll be fine.”

“Dude it’s different than just putting your arm around a friend and actually holding someone you like.”

“I’m just telling you, if you don’t kiss her tonight or tell her how you feel I’m telling her for you”

You overheard their conversation and it woke you up like nothing before. You tried to hide a smile when the two boys returned.

“Hey y/n, you cool with crashing here for the night? If not I’ll just drive you home now”

“Nah its fine no worries.”

“Alright well I’m staying the basement and maybe sleep a bit. Wake me if anything.”

Dylan closed the door, leaving you and Eric alone in his room. You felt your cheeks flush and your heart race.

“So uh.. Wanna finish the movie?”

“Yea sure.”

Eric sat down kinda far from you but you wanted to be closer to him so you scooted by him and let your head rest on his shoulder. You felt him tense up a bit but after a few minutes he relaxed. You cuddled up to his arm and he looked at you.

“Um Eric… I’m a bit sleepy, do you mind if I lay on you”

“Uh yea that’s uh fine”

He opened his arms for you to nuzzle up to him which you happily did. After awhile Eric got comfortable with you in his arm and played with your hair. You didn’t wanna move since he was so warm and cozy. You kissed his chest and snuggled in as close as you could.


“Yeah Eric?”

“I…sorta like you.”

“I like you too Eric”

He paused for a second and you thought your heart was going to jump out of your chest. He started to hug you tightly and you let him. You let out a small yawn and he rubbed your back.

“Told you she liked you fucker!”

You both let out a laugh as Dylan yelled those words. You spent the rest of the night sleeping in Eric’s arms. Not once did he let you go that night.