Request: Can i request a sis fic? Maybe something that the Reader is really
insecure about her body and has a really tough time.(She’s 14/15)and her
brothers do anything to help her? Idk.Its a hard idea.If it’s okay to
do it it would be amazing.Ly Kay❤
A/N: 5 months later I write it….thanks for your patience! I kinda made it so that the reader wasn’t too happy with her body & was having some mental insecurities as well, hope you don’t mind, it just sorta happened. The reader can be really age cause we all have body insecurities no matter what age we are, even though we’re all perfection, we all need a reminder sometimes.
A/N Part Two: This fic was hard to write, mainly because my brain didn’t wanna function while writing it. In the end it felt like pulling teeth but I wanted to finish it because I’ve been taking wayyyyy too long on requests.
A/N Part Three: I lied, I actually kinda love it now that I edited it.
Dean x Sister!Reader Sam x Sister!Reader
You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror, not quite sure what was looking back at you. It had all begun as a joke; you were just getting out of the shower when Miranda Lambert’s song Vice started playing on your phone. You were playfully singing along with the song as you finished drying off, however when a certain verse started to play you couldn’t help the sadness that overtook you.
Standing at the sink not looking in the mirror,
Don’t know where I am or how I got here.
You zoned out after that part, because you realized it was true.
Lately you could never look at yourself in the mirror.
His head popped up from under the covers, both annoyed and breathless. Annoyed that he had to stop satisfying his girl and breathless, well the reason for that is obvious.
“What is it? Are you not feeling it like before?”. He propped himself up on his elbows, so he could see you better.
“No, it’s not that…I just swear I heard a car door shut or the jingling of keys”.
Archie and you weren’t meant to be seeing each other, let alone dating or fooling around in his bed. The biggest interference coming from your parents - or more so your father. He still saw you as his little girl, the one who used to dress up and beg him to let you set up tea parties around the house. But now, you weren’t a little girl. You were grown and able to decide for yourself on who to date. The lucky guy - Archie Andrews.
Archie didn’t think anything of it and brought his lips to your neck, mumbling. “It’s probably just the neighbours, just relax Y/N”. Closing your eyes to do just that, you pulled his hair, loving the sensation of Archie’s lips against your skin.
When you were finally able to block out all the unnecessary chatter coming from the streets, another noise broke you out of the peaceful state. Archie saw your distracted expression, and rolled over to the other side. “My dad’s out and your parents don’t even know you’re here. There is nothing to worry about”.
Another noise, this time it sounded much closer and more clear. The front door, as in Archie’s front door being opened. “Is that your dad? I thought you said he was away on a business trip?”. Glancing up at Archie. “His meant to be”, replying back.
Hiding underneath the covers you heard Archie chuckle, hitting him, he tried to
pull the covers away but you firmly gripped them. “Hitting me down
there is doing nothing but turning me on, Y/N”.
The door opened and Fred’s voice reverberated across the room.
“Archie, what are you still doing in bed?”. He checked his watched that was sitting comfortable on his right wrist.
"I was just about to get up, dad. What are you doing back so soon?”
“The trip finished early, I brought breakfast it’s downstairs if you want some”. Turning to leave, he spun back around. “Oh, and tell Y/N she’s welcome to join us”.
Peeking over the bed sheets, you shyly waved. “Morning, Mr Andrews”
“Please call me Fred, Y/N. Come on you two, we don’t want the food to get cold” He left the door wide open and once Fred was out of earshot you turned to Archie, panicked.
“What if he tells my parents that I was here. Or worse what he tells them I was in bed with you!?”. Resting your back against the bed frame, Archie’s hand rubbed your inner thigh. "Y/N, my dad would never do that. His not the gossiping type, plus he has no problem with you and I dating”.
Watching Archie climb out of bed and put on a fresh pair of jeans and white t-shirt, he gathered your clothes and handed them too you. “Join me for breakfast?”. He grinned, making it impossible to resist his request.
Breakfast with the Archie men was far more laid back then you imagined it would be. Fred didn’t ask why you were in his son’s bed at 6:00am in the morning, or treat you any differently then all the other times you had brief conversations with him. He truly respected the relationship, unlike your father if he ever found out.
“I should be going. Thank you for the lovely breakfast, Mr Andrews…sorry Fred”. You placed the dirty plate in the sink.
“My pleasure, Y/N. You’re welcome here anytime and don’t worry I won’t say a thing to your parents. My lips are sealed”.
Smiling, you thanked him once more and let Archie walk you towards the door.
“See, what did I tell you? My dad would never gossip and he keeps his word”. He cockily smirked, loving the fact that he was right.
Kissing Archie on those perfect lips, his two hands firmly gripping your waist. “Yes, yes, you were right and I should of listened. I’ll come by later tonight if I can. God knows my parents are going to grill me for being out all night”.
Lowering your face, this sneaking around wasn’t ideal but it was necessary. He lifted your chin with his two fingers. “Text me if you need anything, okay”.
Nodding, you kissed him one more time. Not wanting to leave, but having no choice but too.
It’s Hard Enough - Cooper!Reader X Jughead Jones - Part 2
Loved the Jughead imagine you just posted! Idk if anon is going to request part two with Veronica but if they do I have a possible idea haha. So the Cooper’s mom bombards the reader with more stress before school and she’s totally out of it until Veronica pulls her aside, comforts her and helps her approach Betty. It goes well and there’s a lot of crying between the two Cooper’s, so Veronica decides they’ll go to Pop’s to cheer up. Jughead is there and the reader gets adorably flustered
I only have one thing to ask…Part three????
It was a few days after you talked to Jughead in Pop’s and things had been going pretty well. You often found yourself hanging out with Jughead during lunch in the library. He would show you his progress of his novel to which you would become amazed at his writing skills. He would also ask you about your family and how you were doing. You were always truthful with one another, you were open about your feelings and he shared his own troubles. Your friendship was blossoming before your very eyes. It was the accidental brush of fingers and the lingering looks that pulled you to him further. From what you could tell, it wasn’t one sided either. Just the fact he still wanted you around whenever he could was a good sign; but then your anxiety would get the better of you. Why would he, a smart and good-looking Sophomore, want to date you, a mediocre Freshman? That answer seemed to be lost in the deepest corners of your mind, because now things were bad again.
“I can’t have you being distracted by boys like Betty. Focus on your studies, join at least 3 clubs for your transcript, and go off to a good college. Any less than that would be a disappointment, now wouldn’t it?” Your mother’s voice echoed in your head from this morning. You were walking next to Betty, who had heard it all, at school. Flashes of this morning danced before your eyes; Mother yelling then you agreeing, Betty protesting, Mother screaming, then you and Betty crying. Your mother had said some things to say the least, and going to school right after that horror show wasn’t the best idea. You could still feel the stinging in your eyes and your sniffly nose fought against you when you and Betty told Veronica that “we’re fine.”
It didn’t help that you got a few texts from Jughead in the morning asking if you wanted to hangout at Pop’s after school. When you made it to 3rd Period, your Writing Class, you were already exhausted and wanted to be anywhere but there. You sat down in a random seat and started to pull out the notes from Friday when you saw a familiar figure out of the corner of your eye. “Y/N,” he started, “are you okay?” You turned in your seat to face him and saw that his blue eyes were full of worry. “Yeah, I’m good why?” You obviously were lying, and you knew Jughead noticed by the way his eyebrows furrowed. “You didn’t reply to my texts this morning,” he said, his voice hushed to not arouse suspicion. Luckily you were saved from having to talk to him any longer because the bell rang and your teacher started class. During the whole period, you could feel Jughead’s eyes on you. If it was under different circumstances, you might’ve enjoyed the attention, but right now all you wanted to do was escape. So when the bell rang you darted out of the classroom and walked as quickly as you could to the next class.
During lunch, you sat with Betty and her friends rather than Jughead. You just didn’t want to face him after that. The lunch period was rather uneventful; Archie seemed to be quiet and wouldn’t look at Betty, so it was Kevin and Veronica that carried the conversation. You were about to chime in when your phone buzzed against your leg. You pulled it out and saw it was a text notification from Jughead.
Jughead ;} : I won’t be able to be there for you if you don’t talk to me.
Jughead ;} : Whenever you want to see me, just text me, okay?
You didn’t have the chance to reply because the lunch bell rang. You and your sister barely made it through the rest of the day without breaking down. Veronica, being one of the greatest friends ever, noticed this and confronted the both of you after school.
“If you don’t want to tell me what’s wrong, that’s fine, but I’m taking you two out to Pops to hang out whether you like it or not.” Betty tried to protest but Veronica silenced her with a raised finger, “Aunt Ronnie is not letting anyone mope.” She drove you both to the diner, in an uncomfortable silence. When you all arrived, each one of you ordered a milkshake and found a secluded booth.
“So, what’s up?” Veronica asked as if nothing was wrong. Betty was about to answer with a cliche answer but you beat her to it. “Our mom hasn’t been the kindest woman to us lately.” You looked at Betty who merely nodded in agreement. “Is there anything I can do to help?” Veronica asked, her voice laced with concern. You shrugged and Betty didn’t say a word. “Well, you two can sleep over at my place whenever you need to, okay?” She asked, reaching her hands across the table to hold on of yours and one of Betty’s. “Thank you, Veronica.” Betty said, her blue eyes happy and clear for the first time that day. You nodded in agreement and then Veronica changed the subject to Archie. She and Betty talked it out and you found yourself looking out the window of the diner.
It was a nice day outside, unlike the last time you were here. The rain pattering against the window and enjoying Jughead’s company. Jughead; you felt a pit in your stomach at the thought of him. You had left him out of the loop, lied to him. You found your phone and was about to text him when you saw the notification.
Jughead ;} : Second booth nearest to the bathroom, if you want to sit.
You smiled softly at your phone. “Hey Betty I got to go to the bathroom.” Betty nodded and scooted out of the booth so you could get out. You walked past the main door and the little divider and saw him sitting there. He looked up and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards a little. You walked over and sat down next to him, your shoulders brushing his.
“I’m sorry about before.” You said and Jughead nodded. “I understand if you don’t what to see me Y/N, I’m not the friendliest of person but at least tell me.”
“Oh, that’s not why I,” you let out a quiet laugh, “I had a really bad morning and I didn’t well, I didn’t talk to anyone at school.”
“What happened?” He asked, and you were caught off guard by the kindness in his eyes. You proceeded to tell him what happen between you, your sister, and your mother in the morning. He listened to every word and it seemed he got closer each time you spoke. “Is there-” He started, but he stopped himself. He turned his eyes to the table, hand curled in fists on the stand. You rested your hand on his forearm, causing him to look back at you. “It’s okay, Jug. I’m going to be okay.” You didn’t know what it was exactly; the fact that his handle was suddenly holding yours or if it was the way he was looking at you, but you believed what you had said. As long as Jughead was around, you felt that you would be just fine. Suddenly, Jughead was closer, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips.
“Can I?” He whispered and you felt a hot blush rise to your cheeks. Despite that, you found the bravery to answer him. “Y-yes.”
His lips were soft when they met yours. You fumbled a bit at first, this being your first kiss. Jughead didn’t seem to care, he only kissed you back harder. His hand cupped your neck and your hands found his jaw. He pulled away slowly, only to rest his forehead against yours. You were both catching your breaths, staring into each other’s eyes. You let out a winded laugh and so did he. “I’ll be better than okay.” You whispered and Jughead leaned in again, giving you a slower, sweeter kiss than before. Your hands pulled gently on his sweater, trying to bring him closer. If it wasn’t the pesky need to breath, you would probably never stop kissing him. You sensed Jughead felt the same way, judging how he brushed his nose against yours. It suddenly felt hot in the diner, and you were brought back to reality. You looked over and saw that Betty and Veronica were still talking, but you didn’t what to risk taking too long.
“I should go back, so they don’t suspect anything.” You whispered, but Jughead only kissed you in response. It was a quick peck, but it still left you wanting more. “Okay,” he whispered back, “text me if anything gets to be too much, yeah?” You gave him a soft smile and nodded. You reached your hand up, letting your fingertips brushing against his cheek. He closed his eyes at the touch, as if he was waiting for this moment for months. “I will.” You murmured as you slid out of the booth. You walked back to your sister and your friend, sitting down next to Veronica this time. “What did you do, fall in?” Veronica joked, and Betty laughed. A grin crept onto your features and you looked up and saw Jughead leaving the diner. He gave you a look, that no one else saw, and left. “Yeah,” you said with a smile, “I fell in.”
I don’t Discourse, but I get so angry when people dismiss asexual’s people’s problems as something like “Boohoo, you don’t want to fuck, no one gives a shit”.
But it’s so much more than that. Obviously it’s not homophobia, never was and never will be. It doesn’t even compare, it’s not the same thing at all.
But there are issues asexual people face like - there is pressure, part of it from society, and a lot of it come for ourselves. And that kind of self-hate and self-loathing and thinking you’re broken and unloveable, developping unhealthy sexual behaviour and self-harm - it’s a thing, it’s definitely a thing, not something 14-year-old kids on tumblr made up for attention. It can really mess you up, mess your relationships up, and people are so afraid to talk about it - I read words of older people - and I don’t mean people my age, I mean people in their 50s, their 60s - probably they don’t even know asexuality is even a thing, they got married and had kids and always felt wrong, because they hate sex and they never wanted it and never felt comfortable around it but they did it, quietly, never said a fucking word, and hated themselves a bit more every single time because they never understood why they felt they were missing what they were always told was supposed to be a fundamental part of themselves. They spent their entire life thinking they were broken.
and. it’s not homophobia, it’s not bigotry from an entire society keeping you from jobs and housing, etc. there’s no stats or anything. And maybe a lot of non-asexual people relate to this self-loathing, too. Things are never completely clear cut - there is always some overlapping. It doesn’t make it any less important. It’s still a thing that most asexual people go through, at least for part of their life, and it can really, really mess someone up. And there’s no need to get into discourse or into any (useless and frankly asinine) comparisons - it just needs to be taken seriously for what it is, because people’s health and happiness are what’s at play and it matters, too.
We’re recycling the ‘stop replacing Lance with Matt’ discourse?? Alrighty then. I’ve dealt with this discourse once, and I’ll do it again. The last time you guys did this, you’ve actually hurt a lot of feelings of people that did absolutely nothing wrong for deciding to love a single character. I just don’t get why you guys police this fandom so much. It isn’t your fandom to control, you’re not the founder, you’re not some high and mighty person who can just tell people that a character shouldn’t be liked. You can’t just tell people what and what not to do. That isn’t how a fandom should work. Because people are allowed to like whatever goddamn character they want. They can choose their favorite character, and it isn’t your decision to tell people which character they have to like. Matt Holt is just one character that people decided to start liking, and you should just accept that some people decided to add him to their favorite’s list.
Listen, just let me tell you that you should just accept the fact that people can like the characters they want. There’s no justifiable reason why you’re attacking them if they just want to choose a different character to love. That’s none of your business about which character a person can devote their time to writing and caring about. It isn’t that big of a problem, and it shouldn’t be treated as a problem just because you’re not seeing the character you want that much.
Matt is a side character, Lance is a paladin of Voltron. He’s going to get all the attention he deserves, but you should just understand that people are allowed to change their minds on things. Because one, you are not their mothers. Two, you’re not their gods. Three, it is not your place to tell a person what they should do.
“Hello, Y/n!” Zoe exclaimed over the phone. I waved with a small smile. “How are you?” I asked placing headphones in my phone quickly putting them in my ears. “I’m good,” she smiled. “How are you?” she asked in return. “I’m alright,” I said. “Where are you?” she asked. “I’m walking to this coffee shop cause I don’t really have anything to do,” I shrugged.
“Are you and Joe okay?” she asked. I hesitated. A few hours before, Joe and I had gotten into a really big argument so I left, leaving him to do his 24-hour live stream. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you or anything,” she said. “No it’s alright,” I said. “We got into a fight and I don’t want to go back to his flat because he’s doing that live stream which means that I would have to pretend we aren’t fighting and that we are okay because everyone will be there but we aren’t and-"
"Y/n calm down just breathe,” she said. I took a breath. “I’m sorry,” I said passing my destination. “It’s alright. What was the fight about?” “Because he was going to FaceTime Brit and he accused me of being jealous and that pissed me off because I’m literally the most lenient girlfriend and I let Joe do whatever he wants half the time,” I said. “Am I overreacting?” I asked. “A little but I understand what you mean,” she said. “What should I do?” “I think you should go back, be there for encouragement. This means a lot to him and I think it will be good for both of you to be together,” she said.
I sighed but nodded. “Is there anyone with him right now?” “I think Oli just showed up,” she said. “Alright, thank you so much,” I said starting to walk home. “Of course Y/n,” she smiled. “Well I’m going to go back now I guess,” I said. “Okay, text me if you need anything.” “Alright cheers,” I said smiling and hanging up. I picked Joe up some mangos and other food and went home. I walked into our flat and Joe was talking to the camera with Oli and Jim.
“We are going to quickly rearrange the camera and we will be right back,” Joe said. I looked at him and we made eye contact. I smiled and he came over and hugged me. “I love you,” I said. He kissed my lips quickly, tucking hair behind my ear. I handed him the bag of food and he smiled. “Thank you, princess, I’m sorry about earlier,” he said. “It’s alright, now go do your live stream, I believe in you,” I said kissing his cheek. “Thank you, love,” he said kissing my forehead one last time before going back to his stream.
After a night of me checking on Joe and multiple guests throughout including Brit, the sun finally rose. “Are you sure you don’t want any coffee?” I said as I stood in the kitchen. “Yeah I don’t want to rely on caffeine yet,” Joe said. “Alright,” I smiled. I stood there drinking my coffee. “Did you stay up all night too?” He asked. “I slept for like small increments so maybe like an hour or two in total,” I said. “It’s really starting to hit me,” he said.
"They should be back with your breakfast soon,“ I said making him perk up. "Have you stayed up all night before this?” I asked. “A few times but it’s like all the activities made me even more tired. Have you?” “I used to when I was in school because I would always procrastinate studying and it would be 2 am with an exam in a few hours so I stayed up.” “I was wondering why you aren’t really tired,” Joe said laughing lightly.
His breakfast arrived and he decided to take a food break. After he finished eating he pulled me over to him. I yawned. “Baby girl go to sleep,” he said as I put my head in the crook of his neck. “Are you sure?” “Of course,” He said. I kissed his neck in a non-sexual way and he kissed my lips. “I love you. You got this. Only a few more hours to g. Good luck,” I said. He smiled and thanked me. “Sleep good baby,” he said. I kissed his cheek before heading off to our room.
Around lunch time, I was woken up by one of the ladies that was helping Joe. “Sorry to wake you Y/n but Joe wanted to to come out there for the animal hour with him,” she said. “You’re alright, give me a second and I’ll be right out,” I said with a small smile. I got up and switched my shorts to high waisted jean shorts and a black Sugg life t-shirt. I pulled my straight hair into a quick ponytail and walked out. I looked to see pigs roaming around the living room.
“Oh my gosh!” I said excitedly. Joe and Zoe looked at me and laughed while Alfie messed with his camera. I walked in there quickly sitting next to the lady that woke me up who was out of the shot. “Babe come sit over here,” Joe said as the pig walked over to him. I accepted the invitation without hesitation. I sat next to him and he handed me a brush. I brushed the pig. “Joe I’m sorry but I think I might be in love with this pig,” I said making them all laugh. I scratched the pig’s back and we played with them for a while. “Bye little piggy,” I said petting them both one more time.
*after the live stream*
I helped them clean up equipment wise and Joe said goodbye to them all while I was sitting in our room on our bed. Joe came in and immediately laid down. His head laid on my stomach and I lightly stroked his face. “I’m proud of you baby,” I whispered. A small smile was on his face before he peacefully fell asleep.
Special:Spooky, and not so spooky, Oneshots for October.
Request: peter and the reader are dating but peter says they should go on a break. reader is upset and thinks they’re officially broken up, so to move on she goes on a date with someone who turns out to be a ghoul, and he attacks her. peter or the avengers saves the reader and kill the ghoul. reader and peter make up at the hospital.
Warnings: some violence & mild gore
Tokyo Ghoul AU!
The day Peter and you
started dating had been one of the happiest days of your life. And as
you argued with him now, you wished you could go back to that day.
You waited an hour
before he finally showed up for your date, sporting a black eye. When
you asked him about it, he brushed it off. He remained distant
throughout the date, giving you curt replies. It was if his mind was
elsewhere. Finally, you had had enough and decided to confront him as he
walked you home. Immediately, he got defensive. You were worried about
him, but he didn’t seem to understand that.
“Why can’t you drop it, Y/N? I told you, I’m fine!” he shouted angrily.
You were taken back by
his tone and paused momentarily before saying, “Peter, you have a black
eye! And you don’t want to tell me what happened. Why are you acting as
if I don’t know you fight crime on a regular basis?” You crossed your
arms. “Hell, even back when I didn’t know, at least you came up with
He looked away from you, settling his gaze on the busy road. “I don’t have to tell you everything.”
You took a few steps towards him, only for him to take a step back. Hurt, you quietly asked, “Why are you being like this?”
He rolled his eyes. “Like what?”
The hurt you felt was
replaced by anger at his sudden attitude towards you. “You hardly spoke
throughout our date, you showed up late, and when I asked what happened
you just snapped at me!”
Peter faced you. “You’re always nagging me! I’m tired of it!”
“Wow, Peter. I’m sorry me caring about you has made me a nag!” you shouted.
He didn’t reply.
You turned away from him. “I’m going home.”
“Y/N, wait,” he called out.
You turned, expecting him to finally explain what was wrong, or to at least to leave things on a good note.
“We should take a break,” he said and looked away again. “Just for a little while.”
Tears welled up in your
eyes and you bit your lower lip as you tried to keep your composure. You
nodded and took off towards your apartment.
AN: Wow, so I got a little carried away with this one. I’m sorry it’s so long, but it’s fluff and was fun to write. Enjoy.
Warnings: Mild panic, some strong language, breakup.
Received 9:55 AM
Seriously stop with this shit, or my GF is going to step in and trust me you don’t want that
My eyes were locked on my phone. I can’t believe I messaged him again. Why couldn’t I just let it go like a normal person? You break up, you move on, done, that’s it. But not me. Even though I knew I didn’t want him back or that I legitimately hated him, I still messaged him last night, only to get this reply when I woke up. Why am I like this?
With my hands shaking I went to my recent calls on my phone and pressed Josh’s name, he picked up on the second ring.
“Hey! I was just thinking about you, how’s it going?” His voice was always so cheerful, like every day was the best day ever. Normally that brought a smile to my face, but not this time.
“Josh..” was all I could get out. His tone immediately changed.
“Hey, Y/N what’s wrong? What happened, are you alright?” I wavered a moment, not sure that I could tell him. He’d be disappointed in me again.
“Talk to me hon’…” he urged.
“Josh, I,” I drew in a shaky breath. “I messaged him again…”
He sighed heavily, “Y/N why would you do that? You know he doesn’t really care about you, and he’s only going to hurt you. Besides, doesn’t he have a girlfriend now?” He asked, his tone clearly agitated. I knew this would upset him. Josh always looked out for me and never had a good feeling about my ex when we had started dating, but I had ignored him. I regretted that now.
“Yes, he does, and I don’t know Josh! I was just feeling lonely last night I guess and…” I trailed off.
There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Then, finally, “You know you can call me whenever you feel like that, right? Like, I’ll always be here for you.”
My heart felt like a weight in my chest, I had hurt my best friend. “Yes, I know that Josh. It’s just, I guess I wanted something else. Like you’re my best friend and what I wanted was something, well, different, I guess.”
Josh was silent again on the other end. I could hear a commotion in the background, probably the crew setting up for another show. “Y/N-”
My phone chimed, another incoming message. “Hang on a sec,” I pressed the home button and then to my messages. My ex had sent me another text.
Received 9:58 AM
And don’t get me started on why she’s a HUGE upgrade from you. I know exactly where to hit you to beak you. Sit the fuck down before shit gets real for you
I stared at my screen, my hands shaking. Why would he say something like that? He knew exactly how to break me? What kind of person would say that? And to someone they used to love?
I could hear Josh calling my name, so I put the phone back up to my ear.
“What did he say now?” he pressed. When I relayed the message to him, he blew up. I had to pull the phone away slightly so his shouting wouldn’t hurt my ear.
“Who the heck does he think he is?! You listen to me, you are a goddess. Do you hear me? He was lucky that he even got the time with you that he did. You’re funny, smart, talented, and drop dead gorgeous. There is no way his troll of a girlfriend is an upgrade from you. He makes me so mad! I could cuss right now!”
I suppressed a small smile at his last comment. It would take a lot for Josh to cuss. He would feel like he was letting down his mom if he ever did, so he avoided it as much as possible. Tyler too.
“Look, we’re about to do sound check and Tyler is waiting for me, so I will call you after. But this is what I want you to do, first, block his number. I mean it. Block him from everything, facebook, snapchat, all of it. Throw out all the crap he gave you. I don’t want you to have any of it laying around anymore. You’ll feel better when you do, trust me. Then, go take a bath or something, make yourself your favorite drink, and just relax. I’ll call you soon okay?”
“Okay, Josh. Thank you. I miss you”
I could almost hear Josh’s smile. “I miss you too. Now go, I’ll call you soon.”
I did what I was told and blocked my ex from all social media, even email. Then I gathered all the mementos, the hoodie, the cute mug, the necklace, everything I could find that reminded me of him, and I scooped them up in my arms and marched outside.
Luckily for me, my dad was already outside starting a fire. Since it was now fall, we had a fire almost every night, dad was getting a head start and burning some garbage.
“Hey dad,” I acknowledge him as I stomped by with my arms full. His puzzled eyes followed me, “Hey pumpkin.”
I dumped all the garbage right into the fire unceremoniously, and watched the flames overtake everything. My dad stood beside me and patted my back with what I assumed was understanding. After a few more minutes of watching the fire, I took a deep breath, and let everything go.
I stayed in the bath for quite a while, afterwards. I let the negativity wash away from my body, and watched as my fingers pruned up. When I felt more refreshed, I finally stepped out and wrapped myself in the fluffy white towel my mom and left for me, fresh from the dryer. I guess dad had told her what had happened.
My phone was ringing when I entered my room, Guns for Hands blaring as my ringtone. I rushed over to pick it up from where it sat on my bed. “Josh?” I asked breathlessly.
“Yeah, it’s me. Listen, I want to see you, you know, to make sure you’re okay. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone right now.”
Confusion tugged at my brow, “But how? You’re on tour and I have work. Josh, honestly, don’t worry about it, I’m okay.”
Josh was silent again, I could tell he was trying to think it through, but he really didn’t need to worry. His advice had already helped me quite a bit. “Are you sure? Because we have a day off tomorrow. I could-”
“Breathe. I’m okay. I don’t want you to stress about me. You have the show to focus on, and Tyler needs your head to be in it, not on me. I promise I’m okay.”
He sighed heavily, “Are you sure?”
I couldn’t help but giggle, he was being so sweet. “Yes, I’m sure. Besides, there’s only like a month left of the tour anyway. We can hang out when you get back, just like we used to before- well, before he came along.”
“I’d like that.” I could almost hear his smile through the phone again. “Okay, if you’re sure you’re alright, I’ll call you tomorrow. But you can text me if you need anything, okay?”
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful after I hung up with Josh. I spent some time with my parents, cooked dinner, watched netfilx, and I was fine.
I was fine…
But then it was 3 AM, and I still hadn’t slept. My mind wouldn’t shut off. No matter what I did, I couldn’t stop thinking about what a fool I was. I had wasted so much time on this guy and had nothing to show for it, nothing besides a broken heart, anyway.
As these thoughts flooded my mind, my breaths became shallow and rapid, and my skin clammed up. I couldn’t get enough air and I felt sick to my stomach. It was when the tears came that I decided I needed to talk to Josh.
Instead of answering right away like he normally did, I got his voicemail. It was pretty late so he could be sleeping, but I didn’t think it was likely. Josh was normally on a high after a show, and stayed up late exploring or hanging out with his friends. Him not answering at this time wasn’t really like him.
I started to worry, what if something happened to him? My mind filled with images of him being hurt and my panic only grew. I couldn’t handle this, there was just too much stress today, I needed to calm down. I just didn’t think that I could without Josh.
Josh was always there for me. He made me laugh, he protected me when I got picked on, he always surprised me with little gifts or my favorite foods. It never bothered him when I called late at night when my troubles got to me. He would talk me in his soothing voice and I would be able to relax right away.
Ever since we became friends we were almost inseparable. I always wanted to hear about his day and he always wanted to know about mine. We supported each other. I was so proud of the success that he was able to achieve, but I missed him all the time. He was my best friend, the only person I could always count on, and I-
How could I have been so stupid? This whole time I was wasting my affection on someone who didn’t deserve it when Josh was-
I hurriedly called his number again, desperately wishing that he would pick up.
“Come on, come on, come on.” I pleaded, listening to the ringing continue.
“Y/N! Sorry I missed your call, I’m actually-”
“Josh, wait. I need to tell you something.”
He chuckled, “Well that sounds ominous.” A pause, then this time with more concern, “Wait, what did he say now? I thought you blocked him”
“No. I mean, yes, I did. No, this is about something else.”
“Y/N you’re scaring me. Are you alright? Did you have another panic attack?”
I was starting to get frustrated. “Josh, just listen for a moment!”
“Okay…” he sounded hurt. I guess my tone was too harsh, but now that I realized, I needed to get it out.
“Josh, I-” But what if he didn’t reciprocate? He’s such a nice guy, there’s a high chance that he never thought of me that way. I wasn’t that special, I was probably only a friend to him in his eyes. Could I risk destroying what we have?
A rustling on his end pulled me from my thoughts. What was he doing? A sudden tapping sound on my bedroom window nearly made me jump from my skin. I turned to look at it with a gasp, dropping my phone from my clammy hand.
Josh was there, at my window. But how? He was supposed to be a few states away, the show would have ended only four hours ago. How did he?
I leapt from my bed, rushing to the window to let the yellow haired boy in. As soon as his feet were planted on my floor, he crushed me to his chest in a hug. The smell of his cologne, sweat, and something like the smell of an airplane washed over me. My heart skipped and danced in my chest at his proximity, and I wasn’t sure If I was warm because of his body heat, or just how he suddenly made me feel, being so close.
“I’m sorry, I just didn’t feel right about the situation. When we hung up I booked a flight and left right after the show. I figured we could spend the day together tomorrow, and forget about that dipcrap.” He lifted his cheek from where it was resting on top of my head to look down at me. “Is that okay?”
I felt as if I could melt, or fly, or cry, sing, dance, laugh. There were too many emotions swirling around in my stomach, and my mind felt as if I were in a fog. I couldn’t believe he was here. That he would rush here just to make sure that I was okay. That had to mean something right? Would just a friend do something like that?
Josh smiled, causing his eyes to squint and his perfect teeth to flash. My stomach did a somersault. “What did you want to tell me?” he asked.
I pulled him over to my bed so that he could sit, and I began pacing in front of him, not sure how to put what I’d realized into words.
“Y/N?” I stopped pacing and locked eyes with Josh. I was surprised to see him blushing and fidgeting where he sat. When I didn’t say anything, he continued. “Before you say anything, there’s been something I’ve wanted to tell you too. I’ve felt it for a long time, but then you were with him, and I wanted to give you time to heal, but then I guess I just chickened out really and, well, I just-”
His eyes locked onto mine again, and I could see it. I saw our shared feelings reflected back at each other. I had been blind to it, and he had probably gone through so much pain because of it. I didn’t want to hurt him anymore.
So I kissed him.
He jumped in surprise at first, then relaxed into the kiss, bringing his hand up to cup my cheek. He tasted like coffee and mint. Feeling brazen, I crawled into his lap to deepen the kiss. I just needed to be closer. I pushed his hat off his head to thread my fingers though his silky hair. This is what a kiss was supposed to feel like, like fire and passion, and comfort all rolled into one. It never felt like this with my ex. I trusted Josh in a way that I’ve never trusted anyone else.
Josh’s tongue flicked against my bottom lip, pleading with me. I complied and a little moan escaped him. I echoed with my own, my cheeks flushing and dizziness overtaking me. When we finally broke away for air, I rested my forehead against his.
“That’s all I wanted to tell you,” I said after a few gulps of air.
Josh laughed, his voice thick from what just happened, his warm breath mingling with mine in between our shared space. “Funny, I’ve been wanting to say the same thing. It’s like you took the words right from my mouth.”
That brought a laugh out of me. “I’m sorry it took me so long to realize, but I’m willing to see where this goes if you are.”
Josh gave me a sweet peck on the nose, “I would be delighted.”
After a few more stolen kisses and warm embraces, it was time to kick Josh out. He couldn’t stay here with my parents so close by, but now that we knew how the other felt, we had all the time in the world to enjoy it.
As Josh started to climb from my window, he paused to look up at me with those beautiful eyes. “Can I take you on a date tomorrow?”
I pecked him on the lips and smiled, “I would be honored.”
Summary: Dean told both Sam and Y/N to let him go after he came back from the dead. They both however will not stop until he is home safe and sound. When Y/N gets back to her motel, she gets stuck in an elevator with a familiar but very different face.
Characters: Demon!Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader
Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, smut, and language
Word Count; 3,405
A/N: So I watching the Burcon livestream with ( @nichelle-my-belle, @manawhaat, @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid, @mrsjohnsmith, @kayteonline) and one of the questions I asked was “If you could be trapped in an elevator with one monster from SPN what would it be?” and I’m pretty sure a couple of people said Demon!Dean. So since I was already in a Demon!Dean crisis I wrote this. I hope y’all enjoy, this was fun to write! Feedback is always welcomed!
Thank you for all the positive feedback on chapter one of this series :)) I really appreciate it! So, some people requested there to be a chapter 2 and it’s here but just to prompt you, this is only the second time I am writing fanfic. Please don’t expect ‘Best Selling Author’ content lol.
Anyways, here is chapter 2 of ‘Didn’t See it Before’
~ Nyx-bx is out ✌🏾
Pairing: Jungkook/Reader (Ft. Taehyung)
Genre: Fluff, humour (I guess), University/College Au
Word count: 1224
Summery: Just when you thought you had life figured out. Just when you thought everything was working out in your favour. You had to fall for him. Everyone around you could see you were falling for this guy…literally. You didn’t want want to admit it. You felt if you admitted it, then it was true.
You were making your way to your dorm, and once again, your mind drifted off. Subconsciously grinning, you were getting excited about the rest you were about to have.
Suddenly, you heard someone call your name, but it sounded distant, and it made you stop in your tracks. It sounded like one of those moments when you hear someone call your name but you look around and no-one is around. So, yeah, you could say it startled you a little bit.
“That. Was freaky” you said to yourself as you slowly began to walk again.
This time it sounded much louder and much closer. You started moving your head from left to right as if you were watching a game of tennis, trying to see the source. Your eyes finally landed on a familiar face.
Taehyung - or as you call him, ‘Tae’.
He was wearing his box-like grin on his face, running towards. And he was coming in hot! You didn’t have enough time to move yourself out of the way. All of a sudden, you were embraced in a tight hug that had you gasping for air.
You’ve known Tae for almost two years now. Jungkook and Taehyung were roommates in first year - that’s how you met as you were a frequent visitor of Jungkook. You became friends with him rather quickly because he was approachable and had a great sense of humour. Plus, he is remarkably good-looking, if you do say so yourself. Unfortunately, Tae didn’t have the same timetable but you guys were still able to find time for each other. He was also majoring in ____.
“O-o-okay Tae. You can let me go now. I need…to breathe” you tried to speak with the little oxygen you had remaining in your system. “Oh, yeah, sorry about that” he said letting you go as his boxy grin grew wider. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever”, he said elongating the ending. You rolled you eyes and gave a slight chuckle at how lame and cringe the joke was. You two, along with Jungkook, hung out just last night playing games, eating snacks…basically all the other things you end up doing rather than studying at a study session.
“So, where are you off to? I thought you just had a lecture with Jungkook”. There was a slight awkward pause where there was no response. You just looked at him with a slightly flustered expression. “Where is he by the way? Don’t you usually go with him to grab some food or something?”. All the questions he was bombarding you with just made you feel a little annoyed. It forced your mind to remember the scene when Jungkook stared at Brooke with eyes full of adoration not too long ago.
‘But I’m not jealous’ you told yourself.
“Er, yeah I did. And yes, I was with him until I told him that I’m too tired and I really want to go to sleep. So, if you don’t mind, I’ll be…“. Your words slowly quietened as you could hear Jungkook’s laugh in the distance. Your eyes moved from Tae’s, to the scene a little far from where you stood. Jungkook was with Brooke heading in your direction. He was probably walking her to her dorm room. You felt a strong wave of emotions rush over your body that you’ve experienced only a handful of times with similar views in the past. You had to admit, they looked like a power couple together. She was the ideal girl, from her personality, down to her looks. And anyone with eyes could see Jungkook was a very good looking guy. They can see how contagious his smile and laugh is and how it makes you forget your problems. They can see how caring he can is. They can see all sorts of beautiful traits he has.
‘But I don’t like him in that way’ you thought to yourself.
Tae noticed your attention had shifted and looked behind himself to see what you were seeing. “Ahhhhh, I see now” His loud realisation brought you back. “I’m guessing you still haven’t told him?” he questioned you. ‘Seriously, what’s up with this dude and all his questions!’ you thought, laughing in your head.
Trying your best to hide your emotions, you responded to his question. “What are you talking about?” you stared at him with a nervous expression. “Please Y/n, you think I can’t tell that you like Jungkook?” You felt your heart beat a little faster and your face heat up a little in embarrassment. “I don’t like him, okay Tae? How many times do I have to tell you?” You quickly retorted. “Really? If that’s the case then you should notify your face because it doesn’t seem to get the memo. Everytime you see him, your face lights up like a little kid when it’s christmas” he laughed but you were not having it. “Ya! Taehyung-ah! I don’t like him!” you raised your voice, causing a few people to stare, for the second time in a day. This included stares from Brooke and Jungkook. Recognizing how loud you were, you caught a quick glimpse of Jungkook staring at you with a look of confusion. He didn’t understand why you were with Taehyung when you told him you wanted to go to your room.
Now feeling more embarrassed and self-concious, you grabbed Tae’s hand and started to walk away from the awkward situation. Thinking that Jungkook was walking Brooke to her dorm room, you went into the opposite direction. You wanted to hide because you were humiliated and didn’t want to face him. Had you waited a second longer, you would have seen his facial expression turn from a confused one to one that was slightly upset and displayed jealousy.
If you didn’t like him, then why did your body feel hot and flustered everytime Jungkook looked at you?
You walked so quick that within a few minutes, you were now on the other side of campus where the library was located. There was never a lot of students at at the library at this time which allowed your body to relax from all there stares you received just moments go. Tae heavily sighed and lightly yanked his arm away from your grasp and it caused you to jump back a little.
“Y/n…”. He called your name in a low, calm whisper. “Why did you do that? Jungkook is going to get the wrong idea…” his tone still soft. You didn’t respond. You didn’t know what to think anymore about Jungkook. Your emotions were all over the place now. Tae could tell by your poker face that you didn’t know how to respond. He sighed once more, but this time, it carried some worry. At this point, you just wanted some alone time to gather your thoughts.
Tae spoke once more looking at the time. 11:56am. “Okay, listen. I’ll talk to you later. I have to go” You eyes widened in realisation that you had forgotten he had a lecture at 12 o’clock. You felt bad for dragging him this far away from where the lecture halls were. “I’m so sorry! I compl-” “Hey, no worries Y/n. It’s okay”. You tried to apologize to him when you were cut off by him reassuring you it was nothing to work about. “If you need anything just text me okay.” he said giving you a tight but comforting hug. After letting go, he gave you one last smile before he walked away, heading for his lecture.
Hyuk Woo had a weakness for the new girl Min Taek had
introduced them too.
She was beautiful and her looks alone got Hyuk Woo feeling
intimidated. The way her skirt grazed at the mid of her thigh made him gulped
down whatever drink he could get his hand on. She seemed to notice it despite
how hard Hyuk Woo tried to hide it. He avoided her eyes like the plague, only
following after her figures when she wasn’t looking. It was the way her lips
curved every time his eyes fell on her that made his heart skip a beat.
“You should go talk to her.” Sunghwa nudged his shoulder
against Hyuk Woo’s in his attempt to catch the younger man’s attention.
Hyuk Woo pretended to be confused by the statement, moving
to go back inside the studio and not standing there gawking at Min Taek working
on a song with the girl that had caught his eyes. He could hear the soft
chuckles that escaped the lips of his senior but opted to ignore it. There was
something about the way you brought yourself that put him in his place. He was
at the very least mediocre in looks and everything else.
Maybe You Should Just Leave - Dylan O'Brien Imagine
you do a imagine when y/n and Dylan O'Brien get into a fight because y/n was
out really late and Dylan hits her but immediately regrets it — Thank you for your request and i´m sorry for taking so long. So I basically made an imagine where Y/n and Dylan get into a fight cuz she was out really late but I didn´t do the part where he hits her since I had a struggle on writing that part. I hope you still enjoy it and i´m sorry if you didn´t like the changes I made. Xxx _______________________________
You check your phone before you open the front door, 4am, 9
missed calls and 22 messages all from the same person, your boyfriend. Shit you
are really late. You take a deep breath and sneak inside, hoping that Dylan
your boyfriend doesn´t hear. As you were taking of your heels you saw a shadow
behind you, you turned around terrified thinking that it was a ghost or a burglar
but it was just Dylan. You noticed the look on his face and was immediately
hoping that it would rather be a ghost or a burglar.
“Shit..” You mumbled to yourself.
“I guess you’r afraid of something.” Dylan responded in a cold tone as he realized
you got scared.
“What´s that supposed to mean?” You asked.
“Do you have any idea what time it is? Seriously Y/n! Do you know how freaking
worried I was?” Dylan shouted at you, his face turned red of anger and you took
a step back.
“I- I know.. I´m- I´m sorr-” Dylan cuts you off.
“Sorry? You´r sorry? Why the hell didn´t you return any of my calls? Or text me?
Or anything just to let me know you were okay! I was going to call the police
Y/n!” Dylan looked at you really disappointed and you felt so embarrassed.
“I´m sooo sorry! I really am! I just saw you texts and missed call before
entering the house. And I honestly thought you would be asleep so I didn´t want
to wake you up.. I thought everything was fine.” You answered as you looked
down to the floor.
“Yeah well nothing is fine. I was worried sick while you were having the time
of your life. Were you busy with hooking up with someone?” He asked with a
straight face. My jaw dropped.
“What the hell?! What are you talking about? Have you lost you´r freaking mind!
You know I’m not like that besides it was a girls night which means ONLY girls.”
You shouted back at him with anger filled inside of you.
“I don´t feel like I know you at all right now. The girl I love, my Y/n doesn´t
come home 4 in the morning and she sure as hell doesn´t keep me worried!” He
took a step back.
“What are you saying?” You asked scared of what his next words will be.
“Maybe you should just leave. I´m sure you´r okay with the time, 4am is that
okay?” He said sarcastically.
“Fine.” You could feel your eyes burning, you wanted to burst out in tears but
you held back. You were crushed, every single piece of you.
You walked by Dylan, went upstairs and took a bag as you started to throw some
of you´r stuff in the bag. You stayed with Dylan now and then but you also had
an own apartment which you were headed to right now. When you went down stairs
you found Dylan still standing just the way he did when you went by him.
“I- I´ll get the rest of my stuff tomorrow.” You told him as you walked out of
(A couple of hours later, 9am)
You were sitting on the couch crying and crying, your eyes were red and swollen
and you were heart broken and still in shock, hoping that all of this was only
just a dream.
Suddenly you heard the doorbell ring. You wiped your eyes on your sleeve and
went to the door to check who it was. To your surprise it was Dylan.
You opened the door and looked at him, he didn’t look any better than you, his
eyes were red and swollen and you could tell he didn’t get any sleep and that
he had cried just like you. You took a step towards him as your left hand caressed
his left cheek, he slowly shut his eyes. His skin was hot like really hot,
“I´m sorry..” He whispered as he opened his eyes.
You looked at him quietly. Mad at the words he said to you but understanding why
he freaked out like that.
“I´m sorry too, I’m like really sorry!” You said as you were trying not to cry.
“What I said, I shouldn´t have said that. I know you´r not like that. I just-”
You cut him off by pulling him in to a hug, your arms wrapped around his neck.
Dylan stood still, not responding to your hug which made you feel a little
scared. Then he finally wrapped his arms around your waist, you felt how your
neck all of the sudden got wet. You realized it was tears, Dylan was crying.
You pulled back from the hug and took his face between your two small hands,
giving him a little kiss on the top of his nose.
“I´m sorry. I can’t believe I said those things to you, that I treated you like
that. I’m so sorry please forgive me. I love you Y/n and I can’t imagine life
without you.” He said as tears were falling down from his pretty brown eyes.
“I love you too Dylan. More than anything!” You wiped his tears and whispered
that you were sorry too.
He pulled you in to him and placed his both hands on your cheeks as he started
to kiss your lips, you let your hands slide up to his shirt and resting your
hands on his warm chest.
Hi! Can I request an Arthur/Elia domestic fluff drabble where for once he's the one who falls sick and she takes care of him?
She likes nights like this. Arthur’s head in her lap as he grades assignments, her fingers absently toying with his hair as she reads a trashy romance novel. Not exactly high-brow literature, but it’s an easy way to get her mind to settle after a rough week at the hospital.
“Ah, he’s just taken off his entire shirt to bandage a cut on her arm,” Elia says aloud. “She’s thinking he may not be so bad after all.”
Normally, Arthur finds amusement in her commentary, often remarking on the predictability of such novels and giving an over/under estimation on how many pages it would be before the protagonists quench their sexual tension. Tonight there’s no response, and she looks down to see that he’s fast asleep.
Fast asleep and snoring.
Elia chuckles to herself, and feels a pang of sympathy. In all the years she’s known him, he never snores except when he’s coming down with something. She knows full well what to expect in the coming days: a steadfast refusal to confess that he’s sick, followed by being too ill to get out of bed and looking adorably miserable. He’s as predictable as her bodice-rippers, her husband.
True to form, she watches him from over the rim of her coffee cup the next four mornings, smirking to herself as he valiantly tries to pretend he’s not losing his voice or having a coughing fit every ten minutes. She knows he knows that she knows, but she’ll play into his charade while it lasts.
On the fifth day, like clockwork, he doesn’t make it into the kitchen, and so she walks into the bedroom with a tray of soup, toast, and a bottle of Advil. “You are hopeless.”
“Already done. There’s a substitute scheduled for the rest of the week. I can call out, if you want. I have vacation days.”
He shakes his head. “Save them. I’ll live.”
“Okay, well, text me if you need anything. I mean it, I don’t want to find out you developed bronchitis because you went for a run again.”
“That was one time,” he complains. “Go on, you’ll be late for work.”
“All right, all right, I’m going,” she laughs. “Rest up.”
He grabs her hand before she can leave, a tired smile on his lips. “I love you, you know that?”
“I know,” she says, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “I love you, too.”
“Harry,” I began, shifting from one foot to another, “There’s something I wanted to tell you.”
Harry looked slightly surprised. He kinked an eyebrow, but before he could get a word out of his mouth, his expression changed and a small smile touched his lips as he looked past my shoulder. I followed his gaze.
“Alright, I’ll make sure to take care of it. Now I’ll see you soon, okay?” Caleb offers Catherine and smile before leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek. “Don’t give mum too much trouble.”
Meanwhile, Cleo pulls Samantha in for a tight hug. “I’ll see you soon, yeah? Let me know if my brother is being lazy or annoying and I’ll come deal with him?” When Samantha simply laughs, Cleo squints at her. “I’m serious. I know how annoying he can be.”
“I’ll remember that. Feel free to text me if you need anything, okay?”