this is my friends tree and i jealous

some fun facts!

as some of you know, my friend recently met tyler joseph and jenna joseph IN THE FLESH. i’m still hella jealous, but i was lucky enough to get some insights of what they’re actually like.

~ apparently tyler smells like pine trees? like real pine trees. not that car air freshener stuff. my friend described it as if he walked through a forest before heading to church. (F O R E S T F I C T R I G G E R)
~ he says jenna smells like cocoa butter and strawberries ???
~ tyler drives this cross of a jeep and a mini van thing that my friend describes as “girly” and “fitting for tyler” which i think is hilarious because it’s tyler what more can we expect from the bean boy™
~ HE CONFIRMS 100% THAT TYLER IS A TOP/DOMINATE because he had that “dominance” in him when they spoke
~ both my friend and jenna talked about bribing children with goldfish crackers (not really a fact but i think it’s something to note)
~ AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, play that x-files theme because joshua william dun’s height has been confirmed at 5'8

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Worthy of you & Wanted by you: Dual POV fanmixes for Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Kazliin

Her fic is beautiful and I’m so excited for the last chapter!

Worthy of you

(Yuuri’s POV)

Mr. Big Shot by Anarbor: Do you mean to tell me I’m not worthy?

Thnks fr th Mmrs by Fall Out Boy: Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes.

Hit Me Where It Hurts the Most by Every Avenue: I’m wound up tighter than your jeans fit, you got me lit up like a cigarette.

The Good, the Bad, and the Dirty by Panic at the Disco: I’m gonna keep getting underneath you, and all our friends want us to fall in love.

Got to My Head by WATERS: I’ve been a jealous friend, feels like I’m always sinking.

This Love (Will Be Your Downfall) by Elie Goulding: Who are we to play with hearts and throw away it all?

Clarity by Zedd: And I drown in you again, cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn’t need.

Burning Bridges by OneRepublic: I want you to burn my bridges down, set me on fire.

Wanted by you

(Victor’s POV)

Animal by Neon Trees: What are you waiting for? Take a bite of my heart tonight.

Nobody Move, Nobody Get Hurt by We Are Scientists: My body is your body, and I won’t tell anybody.

Spit It Out by IAMX: The past is weakness, don’t beg the question when the answer is war.

Complicated by Fitz & the Tantrums: But I can take it, I love to hate it babe, I can’t say no.

Strangers by White Lies: A whisper that knew my name, is it how your heart treats all strangers?

Temporary Bliss by the Cab: Cause I can’t keep sleeping in your bed, if you keep messing with my head.

All to Myself by Marianas Trench: I don’t want to be the bad guy, I’ve been blaming myself and I think you know why.

An Honest Mistake by The Bravery: I swear I never meant for this, I never meant…

~The Types as Dreams I've Had~
  • INFP: There was going to be an anime about Michael Cera and I was so excited to watch it but it got cancelled to make way for this anime about a little girl who could turn into a packet of chips
  • ISFP: A skipping rope was being swung around in a pastel pink room. All of a sudden a tiny baby pug comes running out of nowhere and starts to jump the rope.
  • ESFP: There was a horrible mix up and I ended up with a sugar daddy. I was terrified but it turned out all I had to do was pour apple juice into his nostrils and I was a billionaire. He collected brooms.
  • ISFJ: I really wanted to make chocolate eclairs but no matter what I did I JUST COULDN'T FIND A MIXING BOWL. I searched my entire house, went to every store in town, drove across the entire state and checked in EVERY SINGLE BUILDING but I just COULDN'T FIND ONE. I was in actual tears and honestly I had lost my will to live. Then I woke up. As I pondered this peculiar dream, it hit me: you dON'T EVEN NEED A MIXING BOWL TO MAKE EFFING ECLAIRS
  • ESTJ: Luigi became president and for some reason he banned abortion so Mario broke into the white house and crucified him
  • ESFJ: I was working at a nursing home at the old people just woULD NOT STOP STARTING RAVES IT WAS SO FRUSTRATING
  • ENFJ: I dreamt of a world in which everyone was in a banana cult. Everyone wore banana costumes and everything was yellow. The buildings,the skies, the animals, the vehicles, the book covers, you name it, they were all bright banana yellow. Everyone ate only bananas. The music was simply one song that repeated " Banana is our lord. Banana is our saviour. Banana is good.". They discussed only bananas. There was no rebellion against this. There was a giant floating golden banana in the middle of the city. Everyday at 3 pm they bowed down to the banana and ten people had to sacrificing themselves to the great banana god, to prove their love and devotion. It was told that if this was not done the banana god would reveal his great wrath.
  • INFJ: I was Justin Beiber's new manager and he confessed to me that he was dating Kanye West. I didn't even know who that was but I told the media because I hated him. Justin got so angry that he sent me to get hanged so I ran away and lived in the forest and then I became friends with this tree spirit but I'm pretty sure he ended up strangling me to death with his magical roots.
  • ISTP: Everyone except me had these really cool auto tuned voices and I was so jealous that I stabbed them all in the throat.
  • ENFP: We were doing the beep test at school that day. I lined up at the starting line. The first beep resonated across the basket ball court. As I stretched out my legs to take the first step towards the painful and winding journey that was the beep test, my arms flung out behind me. I tried to move them down only to discover it was impossible, and before I knew it my legs were moving on their own. I was Naruto running across the court. I Naruto ran and Naruto ran, crossing the line far before the beep, Naruto running out the other side of the basket ball court. Naruto running out of the school grounds. Naruto running across the town. Naruto running across the state. Naruto running into the ocean. I Naruto ran right until the very last moment of my Naruto life.
  • Believe it.
  • ENTP: My sister was baking cookies and she was like " Don't open the oven they aren't ready yet!". I opened the oven anyway 'cause I'm a cool kid, and inside the cookies were wearing tiny bras and panties, putting on mascara, and when they saw me they blushed and screamed " iie! Hentai!"
  • ENTJ: I was an extremely successful drug dealer and I rode a Segway everywhere and wore light up shoes
  • ESTP: They were remaking Fergalicious but Fergie's arm fell off for some reason so they made me star in her place. I was so scared because I didn't know the rap lyrics or anything but when I was on the stage they suddenly came to me perfectly and suddenly no one liked Fergie anymore and they made fun of her for having one arm and they burned her house down and she died.
  • INTP: I was playing Mystic Messenger and Jumin Han went to France and 707 starter calling him Jumin Hon. I woke up crying.
  • INTJ: Some creepy isolated dude who lived on a farm would kidnap people who tried to get talk to him. He'd rip all their guts out and feed them to a small child he kept in a locker, and then he dressed up their gutless corpse and used it as a scarecrow for his farm.
  • ISTJ: I was at a museum with my grandma and she kept touching thINGS THAT SAID 'NO TOUCHING' AND GOING INTO AREAS THAT SAID 'NO ENTRY' AND SHE WOULDN'T LISTEN TO ME AND I ENDED UP CRYING
Let Me Show You *Smut* ~ Conor Maynard

Characters: Reader X Conor Maynard

Word Count: 1651

Summary: Conor and Reader are best friends that flirt and tease each other a lot but never go futher. What if one day Conor has enough? Well, let him show you.

Request: For my baby @buttercreambabys

Not my gif


Originally posted by conormaynardaf


“Baby I’m homee.” You shouted entering the Maynard/Pieter apartment and walking towards the living room, hearing the Maynard brother’s voices.

“Well, well, well you back.” Conor smirked as you sat yourself down on his lap, playing with his hair.

Jack looked up from his phone smirking at the way you were both sat, “Again. For the second time today.”

“Your flat is warmer than mine.” You smirked back at Jack, “Go back to texting Y/F/N.

“I’m not texting her.” Jack replied sticking his tongue out at you.

You pulled a face at him, “Y/F/N and Jack sitting in a tree…” You sang under your breath.

You went to sing the next line but a hand slapped over your mouth. “Give me attention princess.” Conor whispered in your ear.

Smiling you turn to face the boy you have fallen deeply in love with, “Jealous baby?”

“No, I just want my best friend attention.” Conor smiled and started tickling you.

“Conor!” You screamed punching him in the stomach and ran out the room towards his room. By the time you got into his room, Conor suddenly grabbed you and slammed you against the wall.

“Do you really think you can punch me and get away with it…princess?” Conor whispered his mouth hovering right above your ear.

“Con-” You started but got cut off by him placing small kisses on your neck.

“Sh babygirl.” Conor whispered nipping slightly at the skin.

You let out a small moan when he hit that oh-so special spot, feeling him smirk against your skin and started sucking a bit harder. Although the oh-so special spark faded away when your phone started ringing, at first you both ignored it but it rang for the second time and you knew it wasn’t going to stop.

Groaning you pushed Conor off you, “What.” You spat down the phone.

“Y/N! Never going to guess what?” Y/F/N shouted down the phone.

“You and Jack started dating?” You questioned smirking, while Conor looked up with a smirk on his face as well.

“W-what? No.” She stuttered.

“Hmmm, you got a dog and named it lunch?” You laughed hearing her groan.

“No. Just listen, remember Dylan?” She questioned, while you flickered through you mind trying to place a name to a name.

“Oo, the hot brown boy from your work?”

“Yes! Well guess who got you a date with Mr. Sexy.”

Conor watched as your whole face lit up in pure excitement and frowned harder already from hearing the words before, he doesn’t want to know what you friend has planned.

“When is it?” You questioned a smile growing on your face.

“Tomorrow. Want to go dress shopping or maybe something a lot more revealing?” You can practically hear the smirk.

“I’ll meet you at Starbucks in thirty minutes?” You hummed turning to face Conor seeing the frown on his face.

She hummed hanging up the phone, leaving you with a frowning Maynard. “What’s wrong?”

Conor shook his head, “Nothing babe. You going?”

“Uh yeah, I’ll speak to you later okay?” You hugged him goodbye before rushing out the apartment shouting goodbye to Jack too.

Conor sighed walking back into the living room where Jack was sat watching the football, “Tell her?”

“She left before I could.”


Conor walked into the restaurant where the whole squad was waiting for him, as he walked through to the back he noticed a very familiar face seated with a very unfamiliar face. Frowning he took in what you were wearing, a red low cut dress which Conor noticed was very low everywhere, he noticed the way your hand was holding his and something with him snapped.

He stomped over to the table you were sat at and turned his back on your date on purpose. “Y/N.”

You laughing faded as you glanced up at Conor, “Hey, I didn’t know you and the boys were going to be here.”

“I only just got here.” He replied smirking.

“Oh, well this is my date Dyl-”

“I don’t care.”

You stared at Conor wide-eyed before looking back at Dylan, “Uh…”

“Excuse me, mate but we are on a date here.” Dylan said slightly glaring at Conor.

Conor turned to Dylan looking him up and down before replying, “I don’t care.”

“Look mate, I don’t care if your her frie-” Dylan started but was cut off by Conor.

“Actually mate, she’s a lot more than a friend to me so right now, I’m going to take her home with me and I’m going to show her how to do a real date.” Conor smiled, grabbing you hand and pulling you up easily as you were still in shock mode. “So mate, have a lovely meal by yourself.”

Just as Conor pulled you away, you heard the voice of the younger Maynard, “Fucking Finally!” Then you heard the loudness of all your friends clapping.

Still shocked you allowed Conor to pull outside into his car, “What the fuck Conor!”

Conor pushed you into the car and ran round to the driver’s seat, “What?” He grinned.

“I-I was on a date. You can’t just do that!”

“I have.” The car started and you were speeding down the roads. “Let me show you how I can.” Conor looked over and smirked.

Oh how you were loving this Conor.


Conor dragged you from the car all the way to the apartment and into his room, “You know, for the past weeks I have been trying to hold these feelings in but tonight seeing you dressed like that and with him. I wasn’t going to hold back anymore.” Conor panted looking at you.

“don’t.” You replied.

Conor moved so fast you didn’t get to catch your breath before you back hit the wall. Your hands were wrapped around his neck, legs wrapped around his waist and body pushed up together. Lips met and there was no kind, caring Conor, instead you were met with a rough lustful one.

His hands fell down to your ass, he gave a rough squeeze and you let out a small moan. Conor took his chance and slipped his tongue in as you both battled for dominance, of course Conor won. He took his lips off yours, causing a whine to escape your mouth but that changed into a moan once his lips connected to your neck.

You keeping moan loving the way his lips felt on your neck, you felt him moved down further to that oh-so special place he had found earlier and smirked when he heard the most pornographic moan he ever heard come out of your mouth. Conor bit into it sucking hard, he pulled back and looked at the mark he made and let a proud smirk rest on his face.

You were in a state of heaven when you felt the pressure of your back against the wall go away, opening your eyes you noticed he was moving you to his bed. You took the chance to reach behind you and pull the zipper of your dress down before Conor laid you on the bed.

You looked up at Conor with hooded eyes watching as he threw his leather jacket and t-shirt on the floor before he crawled in between your legs, he looked up at you with a smirk and pulled your dress over your head only leaving you in lace thong.

Going braless was the best decision you made.

Conor dipped his head and captured your left nipple in his mouth nibbling and sucking onto it, while he took other one in between his fingers and started tugging onto it. You tugged on Conor’s hair signalling him bring his mouth back to yours.

“Let me show you.” Conor whispered against your lips.

“Show me.” You whispered back hands travelling down his chest, nails digging into his skin. Your hands reached his jeans and you popped the buttons on his jeans and dragging them down his hips.

Conor got the hint and stood up taking his shoes and pushing both his jeans and boxers down as well. You felt your eyes widen at the sight you have been dreaming of since you were nineteen.

Conor crawled back in-between your legs and looked deep into your eyes, “I can’t wait any longer.”

You nodded closing your eyes feeling Conor’s lip press against your necked again while he ripped the lace in half, causing you to moan. Conor took you by surprise when he slammed into you and both your mouths fell open with a moans. You wrapped your hands around his body and scratched down his back.

“Bloody hell, you’re so tight princess.” His mouth found your nipple and started nibbling onto, you moaned and gasped due to the sudden pleasure when his hips found the perfect pace. Not so fast but not so slow.

“Conor…harder…” You moaned louder feeling the coil inside your stomach tighten and when you looked up at Conor you saw he was just as close as you were.

“Please, tell me your close.” Conor panted his thrusts getting harder and sloppier. Nodding your head Conor looked down towards you, “Cum with me baby girl.”

And with one last thrust you walls tightened around him making him moan aloud and his name leaving your lips in a scream. Conor’s movements became sloppier and he let out one last loud groan and you felt his juices fill you up.

It was the best feeling you both had felt.

“Oh fuck.” You mumbled, trying to catch your breath as Conor pulled out flopping down next to you.

“Y/N.” Conor whispered, “I really like you and I know this is not the way I wanted to ask this but will you be my girlfriend?”

You smiled towards him getting up, straddling him. “I think you’re going to have to show again.” You purred kissing under his ear.

“Oh, I can do that baby girl.”


Philmas

Summary: Dan can get a bit jealous sometimes. Getting jealous of a Christmas tree? That was a first.

Genre: Fluff, Christmas, Jealous!Dan, Festive!Phil, Humor

Warnings: none

A/N: So I was never going to post this but then I was like, why the hell not? It’s messy, it’s weird, but I actually like it, so here you go. Ignore that it’s way past Christmas okay I don’t care. Anyways, enjoy. This is my attempt at being funny.


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heros for girls

Expanding on that last thought that maybe everyone needs a hero. I would like to take this opportunity to explain why it is important for us to have female heros represented in media. I’ve always thought of myself as a “tomboy in a miniskirt”. I have a very feminine style; I like bright lipstick, dark eyeliner, flowy dresses, and cute shoes among other things.

However I have never separated myself from guys. I grew up with many guys including my brother. We played in mud; played track down; did races on our bikes; climbed trees; ran through the woods. We talked about Beyblade, rock music and WWE. We played king of the mountain and challenged each other in video games. It looked like fun so I wanted to do it.

But where we differed was when we would do things like project ourselves onto people we idolized (both real and fictional). I was always jealous of all the options my guy friends had to choose from (alternating from “tough guy” to “silent but deadly”) and I was always left with the same sort of “sassy femme fatale”. And it sucked if there were other girls present because then people would either expect you to share this one female character or debate who was more “fitting” (generally based on your attractiveness, because these women were usually an unattainable level of attractive).

It fucks with you… I started trying so hard to appeal to other people. I wanted them to consider me better the next time so I wouldn’t be given a guy character as if I were the butt of some joke. It felt like I was so unattractive that I should have been considered a guy; basically asexual to the heterosexual guys I grew up with. It made me feel so ugly that I didn’t think I’d ever find someone to love me. But I guess that also deals with women being taught to value their appearance, a conversation for another time…

Doomed

Please enjoy and hopefully get wrecked because this story is sad. I oo hope you like it though! 

-Admin Plum

Originally posted by fuckyeahmingyu

You slam your car door closed, walking into apartment building with heavy steps. The sky was a breathtaking shade of azure and sapphire and sun was warm against your exposed skin but you couldn’t find any joy in the pleasant weather. It contradicted with the storm brewing inside of you. You fidget with your hands, wiping away the sweat forming as you wait for the elevator to open. Your heavy breathing echoes inside the cold elevator and the struggle to circulate air into your lungs only gets harder when you reach the apartment door.

You knock rapidly. You didn’t need any more time to think to yourself. You had made up your mind before coming here and if you let yourself dwell on the situation any longer, you couldn’t guarantee your sanity.
You knock again, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips when you hear heavy footsteps getting louder. When the door opened you couldn’t help but stare.

He was always handsome in your eyes, but today he looked stunning.
His fitted suit accentuated his lean figure and his hair was slicked into that quiff that made you swoon. You always told him he looked best in a suit but now you regret it. His sharp eyes that radiated with warmth was like a stone falling into the deep pool of anxiety building inside of you. It rippled inside of you and an unsettling emotion raked over your body. His eyes sparkled with excitement at the sight of you and he latched onto your wrist, dragging you inside the apartment.

You drew your hand back instantly and you saw the flash of hurt in his eyes but reassured him that you just wanted to take your shoes off. It would have been difficult if you only had access to one hand. The way he brushed it off with ease upset you, but you had to reassure yourself that this is what you wanted.
“I can’t believe this is actually happening!” He squealed, stopping in his tracks when he let out a particularly loud sneeze. You shake your head when he turns to you, wide eyed and expectant. You reach into your purse, pulling out a tissue from your bag and handing it to him. He wipes his hand and his nose and you tug his hand, squeezing a drop of hand sanitiser in his palm.

It was like clockwork when this happened. Mingyu relied on you too much. Sometimes you felt like his mother and not his friend. Not that you minded, you liked to dote on him and he loved the attention he got from you. He flashed you a toothy grin, “Thanks.”

The apartment was empty, save for the few members who were present and looking drowsy as ever. Woozi greets you as he walks past, grumbling about the hyperactive tree who returned to skipping around the living room. A tired Wonwoo trails behind him, demanding Mingyu to stop before they get a complaint from their neighbours. Again.

You can tell Mingyu wants to do anything but follow Wonwoo’s orders but he stops in front of you anyway, spinning 360 degrees to show off his outfit.

“So, how do I look?” he asks.

You chuckle when Jeonghan, who is sitting beside you on the couch, kicks his butt as he spins.

“Ouch! No need to be jealous hyung,” Mingyu whines.

Jeonghan rolls his eyes and places his head on your lap. You run your hand through his hair, something you’ve grown accustomed to during your time getting to know the boys.

“Why would I be jealous of you? You’re a giant puppy. I’m a stud,” he replies, melting into your touch.

Mingyu makes a disgusted scowl, “I’m a visual tree and how many times have I told you not to sleep on Y/N’s lap? She’s my best friend not yours.”

“Don’t be such a kid Mingyu,” you roll your eyes and Jeonghan laughs at the pout forming on the tall teen’s face. But he does as he’s told and gets up off your lap.

“I’m going to get a drink,” he says turning to you, “Want anything?”

“No thanks.”

“Hyung, can you get me a cola?”

Jeonghan sticks his tongue out at Mingyu, “Get it yourself,” He says as he disappears from your sight.

Mingyu lets out a disappointed whine and turns his attention back to you when he feels your hands fidgeting with his tie. You meet his gaze for a split second. Any longer and you were sure you would regret not wearing water proof mascara, “You look good.” Answering his question from before.

“Really? Do you think she’ll like it?” He asks nervously and it makes you chuckle.

“What happened to our confident visual tree?” You gibe, patting his tie flat against his chest. You don’t mean for it to, but your hand lingers on his body. You can feel his warmth even through his clothes. Mingyu clasps your hands in his and the way he plays with your hand, so gentle, like you were a fragile glass and the slight tremble in his voice is enough to dent the walls you had built.

“I just… I don’t know. She-she makes me nervous, you know? I know I look good, but I just want her to think the same,” he confesses, squeezing your hand with both of his. He sounded so dejected.

“Don’t look so down Gyu, she’ll adore you. You look amazing, ok? She’ll love you…”

You slip your hand out of his grasp and cup his cheek in your right palm, resting your left hand on his shoulder and giving it a light squeeze.  He tilts his lead and leans into your touch, gazing at you with platonic adoration and it takes all of you to not let the pain drowning you seep into the cracks of your façade.

Mingyu had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. Every time he was out in public, there was always a sudden pause in people’s expressions when he passed their way. They could never resist following him with their eyes and blushing at the thought of his princely features.

He had the makings of a Casanova, but he was far from the seasoned playboy people often considered him as. He was modest and genuinely kind, the type of guy with a hyperactive personality you thought you could only read about. It made people fall for him more. And that frightened you. Because ever since you fell for him, you would spend every day worrying about another girl seeing just how amazing he was. And him returning the feelings he could never give you.

You weren’t one of those idiots who were content with being friend zoned by the person they loved. You knew what you wanted, and you were willing to take risks to get it. Your friendship with Mingyu was something you cherished more than life but you couldn’t take sitting on the sidelines, waiting for someone else to snatch him up.

You had loved him for a long time and you brushed it off as a small crush when you were younger, but as you grew older it transformed into something bigger.
You wanted to tell him how you adored his sense of humour, how much you want to kiss him on a daily basis, how much you want to cuddle with him every time you come over to take care of him while he’s sick, how adorable he looks after he pouts at you asking for pocket tissues because he knows you always carry it around for his sake.

Everyone could see how your face lights up when you watch him practicing or writing lyrics, a light sparkling in your eyes when you see him immersed in doing what he loves. They supported your feelings but it meant nothing when you knew he didn’t feel the same for you.

“Y/N? Are you ok? You’re crying…” Mingyu panics.  You mentally berate yourself for getting lost in your emotions.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just…I just can’t believe my baby Gyu has grown up so fast,” you joke and he grins.

Jeonghan wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you into his chest and silently you thank him because God, if you were left alone with Mingyu any longer you would’ve really broken down. Jeonghan stalls saying, “I know sweetums, kids these days are growing up so fast. Next thing you know they’ll be moving out and paying us back all the money we wasted on them. Can’t wait for that to happen.”

And it’s enough to get you smiling and wiping the few droplets you let slip from your eyes. Mingyu rolls his eyes glances at his watch, “Oh, I should go now. Don’t want to keep future Mrs. Kim Mingyu waiting,” he winks, flashing a tell-tale velvet box in his hand. You bite your bottom lip and you feel like he’s taunting you, mocking you and your feelings for him but you remember that he still thinks you confession to him years ago was a mere joke.

To him it was the most dramatic April Fool’s day prank you had ever pulled him. To you, it was the most heartbreaking day you had encountered. Until today.
“I love you dad,” he taunts Jeonghan, forcing a kiss on his cheek. Jeonghan wipes his face, a repulsed look on his face, “Ew. Get away from me.”

Mingyu only responds with a chuckle before placing a chaste kiss on your forehead and enveloping you in a searing hug. You feel like you were being set on fire and when he lets you go and dashes off with an “I love you”; every nerve on your body screams and reaches out for him, yearning for his touch.

With the slam of the door bringing you back to reality, “No. You don’t,” you whisper as you choke on a sob and the tears you had been holding back cascade down your cheeks. You don’t want to look at Jeonghan. You can feel the sympathy rolling of him in waves as he cradles you in his arms.

You want to be alone but your body said otherwise, desperately clutching to Jeonghan’s frame as the waves of anxiety shook you like a tremor. He threw those words at you so lightly they had begun to lose all meaning to you. He never loved you, at least not in the way that you wanted.

You thought you’d never experience an agony worse than when he apologised for not requiting your romantic feelings. But thinking about him being with another woman and you still refusing to let him go because you’re reliant on him tops it off. You hate how you’re so dependent on him but you were a fool. And deep down you know that you’d lay your life down before spending a moment without Mingyu in your life. He was your best friend, your first love and your doom.

Colours Of Autumn

Jeon Jungkook - You

University/Artist Au

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2k+

A/N: I am back…For the song I suggest you listen Beyoncé - All Night….Other than that the original picture isn’t mine. I don’t remember where it was from but if you are the owner please contact me so I can give full credit.

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If you could say it in words, there would be no reason to paint.

I am not the one who came up with this statement you see; but I was willing enough to live by it.

Edward Hopper was a clever man. He knew that the practices of painting and sculpture could differentiate themselves from other forms of art since the beginning of time, and since the human kind wanted to express themselves through something, anything, other than words, actions and sounds.

I was inspired by this, this way of thinking, and how durable the pieces of art were, how they were created thousands of years ago, or just yesterday, and still they could express the same emotions. We as people evolve, become more intelligent, even though one can think otherwise, but we are oh so same when it comes to showing our feelings. They don’t change, oh no, we are only better at concealing them.

And that is why, when I was finally out of age, I found myself at a School of Arts, Media, Performance and Design, visual arts department to be more precise, trying to become like the people I adored so much.

But it turned out to be something I didn’t expect, not from a place that is filled with the most talented people in the country anyways.

Their teaching methods were questionable in my eyes, too strict, not leaving enough space for our thoughts to shape themselves and find their true forms.

Especially when they forcde us to only express what they want us to, in this case a sculpture, if we want to pass with flying grades.

Anatomy is important, I agree, so this was maybe not as ridiculous as the others, and the one I wanted to paint had really pretty eyes, which were open wide, just like his lips that were slightly parted.

But still, I did abstract, so this wouldn’t help me that me much.

“Come again?”

Oh and, well, he wasn’t really a sculpture after all.

“I want to paint you.”

He looked at me, then to the bottles of paint I was holding in my hands, slightly uncomfortable now, while taking a few steps back.

“I-I don’t like getting dirty, maybe if you ask someone else-“

“What? No, I-“ I shook my head emptying my hands to my bag “I want you to model for me.”

He visibly relaxed, probably understanding I was not a lunatic.

“We are in a school full of things to paint,” he gestured the sculptures beside the entrance, ones that originally belonged to world famous artists “We don’t even know each other. Why me?”

I looked towards where his hands were pointing and let out an airy laugh.

“I think you look more alive than David.” He sighed and folded his arms. “And I believe Michelangelo suffered enough at the hands of aspiring artists.”

And that, was my first of many encounters with Jeon Jungkook.




“Where should I sit?”

“Anywhere really.” I answered while trying to tidy up the place a little bit before we started. “No, not there.”

He stopped in his tracks, about to sit down, painting a silly picture with his hands on his thighs, his back arched.

“Why don’t you settle on one of the sofas.”

It was awkward at first.

After our first conversation, without even giving an answer he turned around and left quickly, leaving me standing in the middle of the empty hallway.

I am not the most stubborn person out there, and I wouldn’t be chasing him if I didn’t believe he was the perfect subject for my year-long project, and the fact that everyone but me found someone or something to study brought a lot of stress, throwing them on my shoulders as I tried to balance both school work and life.

But you see, everyone has a price.

And offering to design a music majors next album, and the banners that they will be using is when it’s time for the concerts that are held every year was more than enough for him.

After all, all he had to do was sit patiently and wait for me to sketch him every two days for an hour or so.

“So how do this things work?” he asked as I prepared for the session.

“Oh you just get rid of your clothes and sit on that stool.”  I said without turning to him “I will do the rest.”

“I…you want me to…” when he didn’t continue, I faced him, only to see a set of eyes open to the point that it suppressed the look he gave me when we first met.

“Dear lord no! I was just joking. I don’t want you to be naked!” I laughed as he also smiled slightly, now walking towards the stool that stood in the middle of the room. “Yet.”




“People question me you know.” He said on our fifth meeting.

“Please don’t move your face Jungkook.” I replied, positioning his head back to its original stance.

“My friends ask me what we are doing, locked up in a room, alone…”

“Stop speaking.”

“I told them that you fell in love with me on first sight and used you project as an excuse to talk to me.”

I froze before hitting him in the head with my sketch book. He let out a sound of pain before giggling.

“Are you serious Jungkook?”

“No.” he laughed loudly this time “It hurts you know.”

He wasn’t a bad person. Quite shy and reserved, with an expression of I am done with everything he carried everyday, he could have been easily mistaken for a cold-hearted man.

It was the opposite actually… Once he warmed up to you at least.

And it was nice.

If only he didn’t move around too much.



“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“Do what?” He asked.

It wasn’t the time for our usual meet up. Two hours earlier than it was necessary he just turned up in the studio, saying he wanted to hangout because he didn’t have anything else to do.

I was done with the sketch and was thinking about how to transfer it to the canvas, with colours this time, when he barged in.

He was starting to get more and more enthusiastic every week that passed that I didn’t have the heart to tell him that after a week or two I wouldn’t need him anymore.

Especially after the photos I took of him so that I could work with them when he wasn’t there.

He complained at first, asking why I didn’t do that in the first place but getting hit by one of my brushes and an explanation of how I needed him for the details closed his mouth.

“I saw you flirting with Yerin near the classes.” I answered “I wouldn’t do that.”

A smirk found its place on his face as he narrowed his eyes.

“Why, are you jealous?”

“Of you?” I laughed genuinely “No. But keep dreaming.”

“Then why should I stop?”

“She dated one of my friends you see.” Opening the windows, I sat near the table where he was sipping on his coffee, closing my laptop.

“And? Why should that concern me?”

“You see Jungkook, my friend is a woman.”

“You mean to tell me…” he coughed after choking on his drink.

“That you are barking up the wrong tree love.”

He sighed and put the mug down.

“Not again…”



“I am done with the painting Jungkook, you don’t have to follow me anymore.”

“I am not following you.” He replied, ironically, following me in the shop just across the school gates. “And what about my album design? I can’t leave you alone before you hold your promise.”

I took one of the small trinkets and looked at the price tag as he did the same to a vase.

“I am working on it, and you know I will give it you next week.”

Like a lost puppy, he put down the vase and grabbed a tiny portion of my bag so we wouldn’t be separated in the crowded store.

“But did you really get what I wanted you to do?”

“You gave me a lecture for an hour Kookie, of course I did.”

“Oh!” he stopped abruptly, grinning from ear to ear “Is that a new nickname I hear? Maybe we should talk about it. Tell me, how did you come up with it?”

Rolling my eyes, I moved towards the exit where he soon followed.

“Come on! Lets talk about it in that coffee shop!” he yelled as he tried to catch up.

“I will pay!”


 

He likes you.

 

Is what his friend Hoseok told me when I visited their studio.

Jungkook was out to grab something to eat, and his friend was kind enough to let me wait inside, offering their one and only couch to me as he sat on the floor.

The small space filled with music equipment made my studio look like a heaven. When I voiced my opinion about this, and how it could be the reason Jungkook liked to spend time in there, Hoseok looked confused for a second before replying.

It is because he likes you.

After half an hour of awkward laughs and sentences spoken along the lines of Oh no, no you got it all wrong he doesn’t like me, finally the man himself arrived and we left quickly.

But now his word didn’t leave my mind as I started to question my own feelings for the boy who didn’t leave my sight for the last three months.

It was near the end of the fall term when he found my sleepy figure, at the corner of the cafeteria and sat at the opposite of me.

“Hey.” He said looking anywhere but ahead, his hands fidgeting.

“Hi.” I replied pushing away my empty tray.

“So you see it’s almost winter break. And every term our department holds, uhm, this concert.” He stopped to look around, finally looking at me in the eye.

“I know. I designed the banners.”

“Yeah I know.”

We fell into an uncomfortable silence after that. I stared at him, waiting for him to continue when he finally realized he didn’t finish his sentence and cleared his throat.

“Would you come? To watch me?” he stopped before almost whispering “With me?”

And after a few minutes of thinking, I realized I only had one answer to give.




So what do you guys think? Was it good??

Should I write a second part??

Well if you guys could give me feedback I would be grateful!


Please know that English is not my first language so if you see a mistake you can message me privately.

The story is mine. Do not copy without my permission.


Anyway thank you for reading. Have a nice day!


-Eris

Request: “Hey! I have a request based on the TØP concert I went to a couple days ago. Can you do one where y/n works for the guys as a techie, who has a crush on Josh while Tyler and Jenna set them up?”

Word count: 1,962

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I sway and tap my foot to the beat of Trees and sing along quietly as I stand off stage watching the boys perform. I’d have to say, one of the highlights of this job is being able to work with such incredibly talented bands. I smile as Tyler and Josh climb onto the crowd and begin to drum to the final part of the song, doing the usual beat at the end and causing the whole audience to cheer and shout ‘hey’ when needed. They play the final beat and the crowd goes crazy as Tyler smiles and waves and Josh blows kisses to all the fans. I grin again as I hear my boss Mark’s voice come through my earpiece. “Okay y/n, I need you to take the boys to their dressing room and tell them they have the rest of the night off. No interviews tonight.” I place my finger on the button that activates the microphone and say, “copy that”. Josh  and Tyler come jogging over, sweat pouring all over their bodies as they give one last wave to the audience as they approach me. “Great show you guys! Come on, Jenna’s waiting in your dressing room for you Tyler. Also, Mark said you have the rest of the night off. No interviews.” I smile, as we begin to walk in the direction of their dressing room. Yes, they have the same dressing room. “Oh thank god. I got next to no sleep last night so I’m absolutely exhausted.” Tyler breathes. “Serves you right for watching sex in the city until like 4am.” Josh laughs. “Hey! I was not watching sex in the city!” Tyler says, punching Josh lightly in the arm. “He totally was” He says quietly to me, so Tyler couldn’t hear. I chuckle as we reach the dressing room. “Hey guys!” Jenna beams as she hugs Tyler and gives him a quick peck, and then hugs Josh too. “y/n!” She exclaims, hugging me tightly. Jenna and I have been friends for about 4 years. She’s the one that managed to get me the job in the first place, and I am extremely grateful for that. “How have you been?” She asks, giving me that perfect smile that I am jealous of. “I’ve been good! Same old same old. What about you?” “Good” She smiles as she takes my hand and pulls me down to sit on the sofa (or couch, whatever you call it). “I don’t mean to be rude, but I’ve been dying for the toilet since Trees started. So excuse me.” Josh says, walking out and to the toilet. “Thanks for sharing!” I yell after him. “With pleasure!” He retorts, causing Tyler, Jenna and I to laugh. Tyler collapses on the other sofa and scrolls through his phone, seemingly paying no attention to anything going on around him. Jenna turns to me and smiles deviously. “So, hows things with you and Josh?” She asks, raising one eyebrow inquisitively. Things have been good honestly. I’ve had a crush on Josh since I started working here last year, and Jenna is the only one I told. And when I say told, she said the ‘chemistry’ between us was so strong it would take someone with no senses to not notice. I don’t see it, but she seems to. He’s been flirting with me a little but he does that with everyone, so I don’t take it personally. “Good I guess. Not getting anywhere. But I’m okay as long as he’s okay.” I reply. “Oh come on! Its obvious you’re crazy about him and he is about you!” Jenna stresses, squeezing my hand. “Yeah, so maybe I am crazy about Josh, but that doesn’t mean he-” I’m cut off by Tyler suddenly becoming aware of what we’re speaking about. “Wait, you have a thing for Josh?” He asks, sitting up. “Oh God” I sigh, hiding my face in my hands. “I knew it!” He says, clapping his hands like a schoolgirl. Jenna laughs at him. “You seriously need to tell Josh that-” This time Tyler got cut off. “Tell me what?” Josh asks casually, entering the room and taking a seat. ‘Oh, y/n wanted to tell you that she-“ Tyler starts, "Ordered pizza!” I finish his sentence before he can spill everything and he turns and raises his eyebrow and shakes his head, smirking slightly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be back when the pizza is here, I just need to do a few things for Mark.” I say. “I’m going to take a shower, I’ll be done by the time it gets here probably.” Josh says going into the en suite bathroom. “You better dry off!” Tyler says through the door. “As always!” Josh replies and I smile as I exit and call the pizza place as fast as I can to order. I don’t have anything to do for Mark. I just needed an excuse. I go to the tech room that happens to be empty and do some internet browsing on one of the computers until I get a mobile notification that the pizza is here. I collect it and head back to Josh and Tyler’s dressing room. They are practically how I left them, but Tyler is now sitting next to Jenna and Josh’s hair is slightly damp and curly, which I must say is super cute. “Dinner is served.” I grin, placing the pizza boxes down on the table and taking a seat next to Josh. In no time, we’ve wolfed it down and are just sitting and talking. “Hey, I think I’ll take these pizza boxes to the trash.” Tyler says, smiling at Jenna and giving her a wink which makes me raise an eyebrow. “I’ll help” Jenna adds, as they take the pizza boxes and exit the dressing room. I think nothing of it until I hear the lock on the door close. Josh and I immediately look at each other, wide eyed before running to the door. I attempt to open it but as we suspected, they locked it. “Guys!” Josh shouts, banging on the door with his fists. “Unlock the door!” I yell, giving the door a bang too. “Not until you tell each other something you’ve been keeping for a long time! If you know what I mean.” Tyler says and Jenna giggles, as their footsteps retreat down the corridor. My breathing becomes more rapid as I slowly turn to look at Josh. Our eyes meet and we stand there in silence for about 10 seconds. “I-I uh” I start. “I just” he says at the same time. We both laugh nervously. “What is it you wanted to tell me?” Josh asks. “I um. I just. I-I” I stutter. He takes a step towards me and grins. “You know, you’re cute when you’re nervous.” I’m what when I’m nervous? I give him a questioning look as a feel my cheeks becoming hot. He gives a knowing smile as if what I just did answered any questions in his head. He steps closer again and I can feel his gentle breaths on my face. Before I can ask what he’s doing, he kisses me. My eyes widen and for a split second I’m frozen, but then I realise that Josh Dun, whom I’ve been crushing on for a year is kissing me. My eyes flutter shut and I kiss back. Thank you Tyler and Jenna. I think as I smile into the kiss and his arms wrap tightly around my waist. He pulls away, not breaking eye contact. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” He asks. I shake my head. “Since I first saw you. In that cute techie uniform, as you introduced yourself to me.” I laugh lightly at the memory.

Holy shit. It’s Josh. I mean, Jenna told me that he was hot but I didn’t think she meant that hot. I smile at him as I walk over. “Hi, I’m y/n. I just started a few days ago and I’ll be coming on tour with you. Hopefully you won’t hate me too much.” I say, laughing at the end. He laughs back. Holy shit that was so cute. “Well, hi y/n, I’m Josh. And I can already tell I won’t hate you.

“Really?” I ask, looking up at him. “Of course.” He replies. “Who wouldn’t? If I’m honest, I thought some better guy would get you before I got the guts to admit I liked you.” I grin again. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve liked you from day one too.” He leans down and kisses me again, tugging at my bottom lip lightly as he pulls away. “We could have had so much more time for this” he breathes, kissing me again. My hands rake through his hair and I tug lightly, pushing Josh back onto the sofa so I’m straddling him. His firm grip on my waist remains and the small, barely audible moans that escape his lips as I tug on his hair gives me confidence. I slowly begin to rotate my hips on his, barely touching him. He immediately moans, louder than before. I smirk and continue, teasing him. “Fuck, y/n” Josh moans, turning me on even more. After a few more teasing rotations, I push down harder, and I feel him get hard underneath me. “Holy shit!” Josh groans, bucking his hips upwards into mine, as we passionately kiss. His hands wander down to my ass and he squeezes lightly, making me moan quietly. Just as we’re getting to the good bit, we hear the door unlock and Tyler and Jenna walk in. “So how are you guys- OH MY GOD, JENNA, COVER YOUR EYES” I hear Tyler shout as I fling myself off Josh and onto the sofa beside him, burrowing my face into his shoulder in embarrassment. I peek out from behind him and see Tyler and Jenna both standing there with their mouths hanging open. I look up at Josh and see he’s suppressing laughter, which makes me muffle my giggle in his shirt. “So, what were you guys up to then?” Josh asks casually making me completely loose it. I burst into fits of laughter as Josh does the same. Jenna walks over to me and grabs my wrist, dragging me out of the door, as Tyler walks to stand in front of Josh with his hand on his hip. Wow. Manly. Josh’s lips are pursed, to hide his smile which just makes me laugh more. “What on earth were you two doing!?” Jenna asks. “Well he kissed me and then things got heated and I maybe sorta kinda ground on him?” I say innocently. “YOU DID WHAT?”  Tyler and Jenna both yell in unison and I laugh. “We thought you’d just confess to liking each other and then he’d ask you to be his girlfriend or something!!” Right on cue, I hear Josh yell through the door. “HEY, Y/N?” I grin. “YES?” “WILL YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND?” “OF COURSE” We shout to each other and Jenna is again standing there in shock. “He’s only just asking you now, after you did all that unholy stuff in there?!” She exclaims. “Oh come on, its not like you and Tyler haven’t done unholy stuff too.” I retort. “HEY! I HEARD THAT!” Tyler shouts and I hear Josh laughing. “That’s a different story!” Jenna says. “I thought you were all innocent. In my 4 years of knowing you I never imagined this happening.” She breathes. “Trust me, neither did I” I say, as we walk back into the dressing room. I sit next to Josh and we kiss for a few seconds. Tyler and Jenna look at each other. “Gross”

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THERE WE GO IT WAS KINDA LONGER THAN I EXPECTED AND THERE WASN’T MUCH SMUT BUT I DIDN’T KNOW HOW MUCH TO WRITE. Nevertheless I think it maybe turned out okay? More of a fluff than a smut, but I hope you guys like it! I have a few more requests to do, so stay tuned

~T

“Breathe deep, Mister Chaos Dude, synchronize with my healing sonic therapy, whoa
Ommmmmmm~
hernenenenenenene~
ommmmmmmmm~
herneneneneneneene~”

So I’m finally all caught up again with the show, love love loved the latest ep. It had everything! Derpy Fluttershy (“We went to the store and got two cakes” :I), Discord being a catty jealous girlfriend, kooky hippie stoner pony, MAAAAAUD PIE, just 10/10 great ep.

It’s a shame Discord was so entirely focused on Fluttershy, cuz I think he and Tree Hugger would actually make really good friends, she obviously has a lot to teach him in the way of being chill


Blessings~

Think before you speak

My first ever BBrae fanfic! Dedicated to my parter in crime bor33d and my fellow BBrae junkie just-violet :)
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“Okay okay! I got one!” Cyborg called between fits of laughter. The boys had spent nearly two pointless hours asking each-other questions like ranging from ‘first ice-cream topping’ to ‘wierdest bathroom incident’. So far it had resulted in the discovery of Robin having a rather bad diarrhea problem whilst stuck in one of Batmans suits.

Beast-boy sat up, eagerly awaiting Cyborg’s question. Robin, sat on the other side of Cyborg, merely skipped to the next song in the soundtrack they had been playing. Cyborg grinned. “Okay, first kiss?” He couldn’t help but smile like an idiot.

Robin grimaced, “When did this turn into a girl talk?” Cyborg raised his eyebrows at him, “Dude, I think we hit rock bottom at Batman diarrhea suit.” This only made Robin laugh nervously. Cyborg grinned again, “Okay, well my first kiss happened to be Jinx.” Both Beast boy and Robin made gagging sounds.

“C-mon guys, you just jealous I was the first to get kissed by a lady,” Cyborg wiggled his eyebrows, while Robin smirked.

“On-contrary, my metal friend. When I was a the tender age of ten years old, the lovely Shelly Batton gave me my first kiss after I saved her cat from a tree.”  This earned Robin a snigger and a half hearted high-five. Fearless leader indeed.

The two boys then turned to Beast boy, “What about you BB, who was your first kiss?” Beast scratched his neck on that remark, trying to avoid eye contact. “Well-uh Terra was too busy trying to kill us to kiss me…” On that note Robin and Cyborg exchanged a smirk.

“You’ve never kissed anyone.” Cyborg toned out, as Beast boy’s face reddened. Immediately Robin and Cyborg burst into a fit of laughter, Cyborg clutching his sides whilst Robin exerted some snorts.

“T-that’s not true!” Beast boy yelled over their laughing, growing more agitated with each chuckle. Robin took a breath, “Not by the look on your face!” This caused more laughter, making Cyborg slip down onto the floor. Beast boy clenched his fists, feeling his anger bubble. He clenched his teeth, as he watched them howl in amusement.

“Well… Well I’ve kissed Raven!”

All laughter suddenly fell short, as Beast boy just grasped what he had just blurted. “You did what?” Cyborg asked, staring at the changeling. He only stared back with wide eyes, feeling the sweat trickle down his neck.

“Heh heh-well… uh-” Beast boy gulped as Robin and Cyborg just stared at him with agast faces. That’s when he fled.

He ran as fast as he could, his breathing quickening as he sprinted down the hallway. Oh crap she’s gonna kill me. Crap crap crap crap crap-

His expletive thoughts were cut dead as he knocked head first into a solid object, sending him down onto his backside. He blinked, trying to regain focus. “Beast boy! Why are you running?” His stomach dropped as he heard that voice, looking up into deep violet eyes. He could only gulp.

“Well funny you should ask Rae… Uh I might have done something really dumb…” He trailed off as her eyes narrowed. That it-better-not-be-really-dumb-or-I’m-gonna-maime-you face didn’t really put him at ease. He stood up taking a cautious step backward. He rubbed the back of his neck as she anticipated his next words.

“I uh-might have accidentally let slip to Robin and Cyborg that we kissed…”

Her eyes went wide, her book falling to the floor with an abrupt thud. “You did, WHAT?!” He was suddenly up against the wall with a slender hand around his neck, staring into raging red eyes.

He held his hands up in defence. “I didn’t mean to! T-they were l-laughing at m-me!” His words came out an octave too high and a little too fast.
“I didn’t tell them about any of the other times!” He blurted, his heart thumping. There was a sudden audible gasp. Both Beast boy and Raven turned their heads towards the noise, met with the faces of the Half robot and Titan leader, both looking pretty shocked.

“You two have kissed more than once!” Robin squeaked, leaving an awkward silence in the air.

It was at that point Raven dispersed in a smoke of black, leaving Beast boy alone and sweaty. He stared at the pair, shuffling his feet.

“Well this isn’t the way we wanted you guys to find out…”

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I think that was a pretty good first attempt, I couldn’t stop thinking about it today so I did it when I got home! Sorry it’s so short, I promise I’ll do something longer next time :)

~Bovrilcat

Klance what if...

So we’re all sitting here wondering when and if klance will become canon. But like what if it already is? Like what if they’ve been dating since the galaxy garrison but one of them or both of them weren’t comfortable with having it on full display so they kept it on the DL. And keith went a little too extreme at the rescue shiro scence when he pretended he didn’t even know his own boyfriend!!! So now they have this super fake rivalry cause they don’t really know when or if there is a time and place in an intergalactic space war to tell their friends hey we’re in love btw. And that whole scence after nyma when lance is tied to the tree when he says keith? Buddy? My man? Like that was his subtle nod to their relationship in front of their friends. Like this is my man i love him kinda thing? Jealousy thy name is keith? Lance had to keep their cover by flirting so keith is actually jealous. But while everyone thinks they are just bickering fools they are actually lovesick fools sitting on each others room laughing about it all and exchanging kisses? Has anyone thought of this? Or am i just insane?

TL:DR what if klance is already canon and we don’t know it?

Reader and Robbie are practically best friends and one day you go to a party and a cute guy flirts with the reader and Robbie gets jealous

JEALOUSY

Y/N ’ s p.o.v.
“You ready to go, Robbie?” “Give me a second” humming a soft tune to myself, I finish off the last little touches to my make up before heading out to meet Robbie at the car. Parties weren’t my scene but Robbie practically begged me to go until I said yes, not that I didn’t like going to parties just that all it takes is one drink too many or one unwanted visitor to turn the party to hell. Robbie meets me at the bottom of the stairs, telling me ever-so-kindly to hurry up, “that’s what you’re wearing? Really?” “What’s wrong with it, Robbie?” “Jeans and a tank top?” “1. I’m comfortable, 2. I’m putting in an effort, 3. I won’t attract any unwanted attention from anybody and 4. I look hell cute” I say striking an dramatic pose, Robbie rolls his eyes before shoving me out the door towards his car.

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As soon as we got to the party, Robbie pretty much ditched me, after he promised he wouldn’t, so here I find myself, awkwardly under a tree. Alone. On my phone desperately trying to get a hold of Robbie so he can come find me. “Hey Y/N!” Y/B/F/N screams as she pulls me into a hug, “hey” “where’s Robbie? I saw you arrive together, how’s things going in that department?” “I don’t know where he is and would you stop referring to my feelings for him as a ‘department’. It’s so cliché, having a crush in my best friend” “you knew you would fall for him at some point, Y/N… you are living with him, and that won’t make things any easier. Maybe this party is a good place to find a guy to keep your mind of him” she pats my arm before walking over to a group of guys standing around in a circle, drinking and laughing. Maybe she was right but maybe she was wrong…

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Robbie’s p.o.v.
I lost Y/N in a crowd of people as soon as we got here, I’ve been trying to find her but haven’t had much luck. But having random girls stop you so the can flirt with you doesn’t exactly help. She doesn’t seem to be inside so maybe the backyard. I rush out of the house, trying my best to not be pulled aside by girls every 5 seconds. “Okay, where are you, Y/N?” I mumble to myself, quickly scanning the yard to try find Y/N. I find her under a tree talking to some guy, smiling and laughing, I feel a wave of anger wash over me as I ‘calmly’ walk over to them. “Hey Y/N” “hey, Robbie. This is Nathan” “hey dude” he reaches his hand out to shake mine, but I pull away, “oh..kay… umm, look, Y/N. I should get going but talk some other time, yeah?” I glare at Y/N as she nods and bites her lip, “definitely” does she like? Oh god she does. He walks away and Y/N turns to face me. “What the bloody hell was that, Robbie?” “You tell me” “he was just he friendly” “oh he sure looked friend from up there” I motioning to the deck from where I spotted them before. “Yeah, I saw you both, smiling and laughing and him snaking his arms around you” “why are you mad at me? I’m the one that should be mad. First, you ditch me and second you’re rude to Nathan, who by the way, is really sweet and nice and funny and dammit Robbie!” “You like him?” “I wouldn’t call it 'liking him’, I’ve know him for literally 5 minutes. Why do you care” “Because I like you, Y/N. Okay. I. Like. You. A lot. And seeing him all over you like that, I don’t know” I sigh leaning against the tree. “You’re jealous?” I nod a little and Y/N stands infornt of me, taking my hands in hers. “And what if I were to tell you that…. I like you too” she smiles and I can feel my heart beat start to speed up, “really?” “Yeah, for a while actually. But I couldn’t exactly say anything, you’re my best friend, it’s the biggest cliché known ” I chuckle as Y/N lets go of my hands and leans on the tree next to me, resting her head on the tree trunk, her neck turned to look at me, I look at her and smile. “If this is going to ruin our friendship, then I don’t like you” Y/N laughs, shaking her hea, “it doesn’t ruin our friendship, Robbie. It makes it stronger” she says before slowly leaning in, connecting our lips. She pulls away sooner than I would have like her too, “by the way, Robbie. Jealousy does not look pretty on you” I smirk at her and kiss her again.

Dear JonBenet,

I have been missing you for six years now, and seeing your face on television and sometimes in the papers, I wish I could talk to you. We had such happy times together – in your pink bedroom, in your garden, all through your house. Although I was a couple of years older than you (your mom being pregnant with Burke when my mom was pregnant with me) I always liked playing with you best. You were funny and smart and liked ice cream as much as I did.

Do you remember how my mom taught us, at the Boulder Salad place, when we were spooning the ice cream into our cones, to tap the cones halfway through to make the ice cream sink so we could get more in? That was the last time we saw each other and it was such a good time. After you were gone, my mother asked if I thought you were missing ice cream. I said right away, “Mom, there’s ice cream in heaven.” I hope I was right.
I sure wish you were with me now that we’re teenagers. True, you wouldn’t be quite 13, but you seemed older than your years. Even when I knew you, you were never just this little kid running around. You always had plans, some project or other, something to do. I was never bored when I was with you. Now we could be going to Pearl Street Mall, two blondes together, and beyond hating the blond jokes. (You never got old enough to hate the blond jokes like I did.)

We could hang out on campus and look at what the college girls wear. When I was the age you’d be now, there was a big production of The Nutcracker. Sometimes I’d go and watch the rehearsals. You would have been one of the dancers, I bet.

I know you loved Christmas and the Pearl Street Mall is so pretty now with all of the lights. There’s another mall to go to now, too, as big as a town itself, with its own streets. I love it when my mom takes me there. You can get everything cool there, like at Abercrombie & Fitch, American Eagle, Polo and Ralph Lauren. At least those are what I like. There’s all of these new styles. You wouldn’t be old enough probably, to start asking your mom if you could have you bellybutton pierced, like I just did. And, of course, she said absolutely not! Maybe you’d say “Yuck!” Me, too, a couple of years ago. But now it seems ok, even cool.
And remember how we’d tease your brother all of the time?
“Let’s go bother Burke,” you’d say. And so we would go in his room where he was playing his Nintendo endlessly and unplug his computer. And then he would say “Heck, I was at the highest level!” And we would run away, go into your bathroom and lock the door, and he would be banging on it and we would be giggling behind it.

I’m so sad that you can’t be here to watch your brother grow up and change. Like my brother Matthew was distant for awhile and how he’s my friend and takes me to his classes at CU sometimes. He’s gong ot be an astrophysicist. I wonder what Burke is doing now.

The last time I saw him we were at Dougie’s house and he was so sad and grieving and hardly could talk from missing you. I wanted to hug him, but I couldn’t.

That last year you had a pink Christmas tree in your room. There were Christmas trees in every room of your house, all with presents under them, and I was tempted to be jealous because in our house we had only one Christmas tree for everybody.

But I didn’t really feel like being jealous because you always shared everything. If there was one cookie left, you would split it and give the biggest half to me. I really loved you for being kind and generous always.
You would have been such a good friends to me now in this kind of difficult time of learning to drive and all of that.
Maybe you would have been wanting to go to Boulder High like I do. I’d be telling you about all of these neat classes, like my catering class. We learned to make snickerdoodles at first and then we learned how to make Thanksgiving dinner. And the team sports. I did softball starting last summer and now I’m on the swim team.

You would be great at team sports becaue you always got along with everybody. You would still be too young for boyfriends (and wouldn’t need them!) and we would talk about sthat stuff. I miss you. You were so funny and always thought of things to do that might tick off the parents.

You would really love the Harry Potter books because they are full of magic. The Harry Potter movies are good, too. And maybe you’d like Eminem’s rap music and the movie 8 Mile. And concerts at Chataugua (a local park) And quieter things, like walks at Chataugua at sunrise with the dogs. Some things don’t change, like the Boulder Christmas Star, which has been lit for several weeks now, high on the hill that we could see from both our houses. Maybe you are looking at it now from above at least our eyes can meet there.

I know you loved your life and I loved your life too. And knowing how much you loved yours, I must love mine the more. I will always be thinking of you and hoping you have ice cream in heaven. I know you are an angel there and someday I will be with you.

The clouds will be pink like the walls of your room and we will be laughing together and looking forward, and back, and not missing each other anymore.

Love forever,
Your friend, Lindsey

Christmas Proposal - Barry Allen

Requested by anonymous. Part of the winter fic requests. Request: Tree decorating, bonus points if one of them is doing it completely wrong, “omg why am I in love with you?”

“You got the tree put up!” you said as you walked into your shared apartment with Barry. He smiled and walked towards you, kissing you softly.

“Yep, but I wanted to wait for you to decorate it.”

“Good,” you said, smiling back at him. You walked into the living room and shed the winter coat from your arms. You rolled up your sleeves, ready to decorate the tree. 

“I don’t want to offend you or anything, but, Iris has taught me to be very critical of Christmas trees, so this needs to be perfect.” You felt a little jealous, considering Barry was still talking about his best friend who he was in love with, and tried to hide it on your face. “Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that,” he said reading your face.

“It’s fine. I know what you meant. She’s your best friend, Barry, I know she’s on your mind a lot.”

“Yes, but not in the same way that you are on my mind.” You smiled and walked over to the box of ornaments. You reached in but Barry stopped you. 

“What now?” you asked.

“There’s a certain one we have to put up first. My parents always hung this one up first,” he said, reaching for a glass ornament that said, ‘Our First Christmas’ with year Barry’s parents got married. You smiled and watched as Barry hung it in the center of his tree.

“Beautiful,” you said, kissing him on the cheek.

“Okay, you can put them on anyway you want to now.” You smiled and reached into the box, pulling out a handmade ornament with a picture of Barry from his childhood. You giggled and showed Barry. He laughed and tried to get it out of your hands, picking you up. 

“Barry you said I can put them on anyway I want. This is the way I want,” you giggled in his arms. He dropped you down and looked at you disapprovingly.

“It’s so embarrassing, though,” he complained. 

“Oh hush, you look adorable.” Barry blushed and shook his head but let you proceed. You hung it on the tree and went back to the box. About halfway through your decorating, you stepped back and looked at the tree.

“Would Iris be proud?” Barry asked, looking at you from the tree.

“I think so. It looks great already.” Barry smiled and nodded, continuing to hang up the ornament in his hand. He walked over to where you were standing and nodded again.

“I agree, it looks beautiful.” You smiled at him and he kissed you. You went back to decorating the tree and about an hour later, you were out of ornaments. You flopped down on your couch and felt exhausted.

“How does decorating a tree make someone so tired?” you asked as Barry flopped down next to you.

“I don’t know, and we’re not even done yet.”

“What!?” you asked, shooting up. “But there aren’t anymore boxes, I thought. What did we forget?”

“Nothing, I just have something that I think you’ll want to add,” he said, standing up and walking into the kitchen. He came back with a small package wrapped in beautiful red paper.

“Barry, it’s not Christmas, yet.” 

“Who cares, just open it,” he said, handing it to you. You sighed and took the package from Barry. You tore open the paper and opened the small box. Inside there was an ornament similar to the one his parents had saying, ‘Our First Christmas’, but on this one had the current year engraved on it.

“Aww, Barry, you shouldn’t have,” you said, hugging him. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome, but there’s another gift that goes along with it.”

“Barry, no, you do-” you stopped when Barry got down on one knee. “What are you doing?” you asked, feeling the tears already forming in your eyes. He pulled a small ring box out of his pocket and revealed the beautiful diamond ring

“I’m thinking about the person I want to spend the rest of my Christmases with. I love you, Y/N, and I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy. Y/N M/N L/N, will you marry me?” You nodded with tears pooling out of your eyes.

“Of course,” you said. Barry slipped the ring onto your finger and hugged and kissed you again. “I love you, Barry.”

“I love you, too. Just a heads up, you won’t get that much from me for Christmas because this ring was not cheap.”

“I don’t care, all I need is to spend the holidays with you,” you said, kissing your fiance again.

Personal for Megan- Fred Weasley imagine

Request: helllooooo :-) can i get a fred weasley imagine where you’re best friends with the twins & there’s a boy who starts flirting with you in front of fred & george and fred gets jealous & annoyed so you confront him about it and i get mad because i can talk to whomever i want & just fluffy fluff at the end and we get together? please :) btw my name is Megan & i’m in hufflepuff :-)

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Your legs draped over Fred and George’s legs as you sprawled out on a long bench just outside the Hogwarts grounds. Trees in the courtyard covered your eyes from the fine sun’s rays. The light reflected off your Hufflepuff badge. You always did things like this with the twins, simply sitting outside and talking with each other, only if they weren’t pranking an unlucky someone, of course.

“Hey, Megan, I think you’re going to have a visitor in a few seconds…” George nudged your stomach with his elbow. You lifted your head from the edge of the bench and brought your legs into your chest, shyly awaiting the sure visitation of a cute Ravenclaw boy coming your way.

“Hi, Y/N!” The boy smiled charmingly and scratched the back of his neck. He seemed nervous, you thought.

“Hi…” You replied, a little nervous yourself because George and Fred were still there. You felt a pair of eyes glaring into the side of your head, but you pushed the feeling away and kept up conversation with the Ravenclaw.

“You look really pretty today, I thought I’d tell you.” He started. You blushed and the boy opened his mouth. “I also wanted to compliment you on your charm casting today in class. You’re very talented, Megan.”

You smiled and glanced down at your hands. “Oh, well–”

“You’re making her nervous, Ravenclaw.” One of the twins spoke. Having been cut off, you eyed them cooly; it had been Fred who broke your words.

“Excuse me?” You and the Ravenclaw boy chorused. Fred rolled his eyes, ignoring the scolding look from George.

“Run along, lad, she’s not interested.” Fred flicked his wrists to get rid of the boy, and he left reluctantly. You scoffed, unbelieving of Fred’s behavior.

“Who are you to tell me who I’’m interested in, Fred?” You demanded. Fred smirked.

“He’s no good, Megan. Trust me.” His smile faded once he saw your anger.

“No good…” You repeat, rolling your eyes as Fred had. “First of all, Freddy, I chose who I can talk to. Not you. If I wish to speak to someone, I can and I will! You can stay out of it.”

Fred opens his mouth, but the words don’t leave his throat.

“I’m leaving.” You decided when Fred had no words to say. You stomped away; somewhere deep inside your head, you were kind of pleased that Fred wanted your affections, for surely that was what his fussing was about. You were halfway to the castle when a hand wrapped around your wrist. You knew who it was.

“Fred–”

“Megan, I’m sorry I chased that bloke off. I know you like him and I was wrong to do what I did. Please forgive me?”

You examined his face. His crooked smile made your heart jump. He looked pathetic, but in a good way. It barely made sense to you.

“I forgive you. Besides, I can’t stay mad at you no matter how hard I try. You’re too adorable.” Did you just say that aloud? You automatically felt your cheeks warm. Fred let out a breathy laugh.

“You think I’m adorable?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at you teasingly. You smiled and nodded, looking away from him. You couldn’t handle his cute face right now.

“Well, I think you’re adorable too.” Fred told you, raising a hand to your face and turning your head to meet his shining eyes. He leaned his head forward and brushed his lips on yours you gasped silently, happiness flooding your body. Just as you imagined.

“Will you be my boyfriend?” You blurted against Fred’s lips. Fred pulled away from you and caged your hand in his.

“Absolutely.”

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Thanks for requesting, love :)

Nate Maloley: Jealous

***Hope you all enjoy this it took a while :)***

      Late night sneaking out and stolen kisses defined our relationship, with the world we’d been thrown into privacy was a luxury we didn’t posses. Whenever we got the chance we’d sneak off on our own, vowing to never tell keeping it our own beautiful secret. Though it was unconventional and at times hard, it felt exhilarating knowing that no one had a clue of what was going on between us. The possibility of getting caught making it all the more enticing, the way he made me feel an addiction bringing me back every time. 

      He sat across from me his eyes never catching mine as we mingled with our friends, our need to keep everything under wraps the only reason we hardly talked in public. I sipped my beer smiling and laughing when necessary, my focus split between my best friends gossip and his presence. 

“… And I told her if she didn’t want to learn the new dances she could quit” Maya’s voice barely registered in my mind her hazel eyes twinkling in amusement, “You’re not even listening are you?” 

“Of course I am but come on you’ve threatened to fire Christine for the past month so it doesn’t come as a surprise.” I replied trying to keep myself from looking at him, his bare tattooed arms on full display. 

“I can’t stand her, whenever I’m around she does the impossible to annoy the shit out of me,” She said looking back at Jack Gilinsky her boyfriend of two years, “and if Jay’s around she hangs off his arm like a sloth on a tree.” 

“Well don’t worry about it, she’s just jealous because you are more amazing than she is” I said reassuring my distressed friend.

“I know I am it’s just, Jay and I have been fighting a lot more than usual lately and I don’t want to lose him especially not to a bitch like her.” She grumbled, I simply laughed taking her hand in mine.

“Things will be fine, now shut up and come dance with me” I pulled her up with me, leading her toward the outskirts of the dance floor. Almost instantly I felt the music run up my spine, taking over my body as I swayed my hips and bobbed my head to the beat. Maya’s body pressed to mine the sensual music and alcohol pulling us together like magnets.

“oh my god…that guy is so staring at you Ri” Her voice shouted in my ear, I look toward where she’d nodded seeing a tall blonde with dark eyes biting his lip as he watched us dance. My lips turned up into an inviting smile, his figure walking in our direction stopping right in front of me.

“May I cut in?” Maya nodded enthusiastically pushing me into the arms of the handsome stranger before she walked off, “Names Brenton” he grabbed my waist turning me so my back was pressed against his front. 

“Astrid” I replied letting his hands guide me, our bodies grinding against each other. The heat of our bodies and humidity of the club causing a sense of heaviness. It had only been a few minutes my mind hazy, I looked up a pair of brown eyes fixed on my body and the man behind me. I could tell straight away he was angry his fists clenched and eyes near black, the sight giving me chills. He wasn’t the jealous type, solely for the fact I’d never play him like that and he knew he had me in all ways. But with the way he was looking at me I wasn’t surprised when he got up walking straight towards us not hiding the fact he was about to explode. 

“Excuse me I need to talk to your dance partner here” He growled through gritted teeth, his hand locking onto my wrist while he non-threateningly pulled me from Brenton.

“Yo man we’re busy here so fuck off” The blonde said attempting to grab me, the action making my heart stop.  

“Don’t fucking touch her I’ll-” I cut him off grabbing his shoulder, 

“Nate come on let’s go ok?” I tried pushing him in the other direction, Brenton not at all pleased I had decided to leave him. 

“Dude go find your own slut, she’s mine tonight” He said his words shocking me into a frozen state just as Nate pushed past me, his fist swinging back landing on Brenton’s jaw. They fell to the floor both of them a blur of skin and cloth.

“What the fuck did you say?” Nate got the upper hand just as our mutual friends and some security guards showed up, “Don’t ever dare call her a slut mother fucker!” he pulled against three security guards, still trying to get at Brenton who could barely stand only one security guard holding him back.

“Well dressed like that and dancing like a whore how can you blame me?”  He retorted this time a whirlwind of long black hair and red heels flying past me, Maya tackling him to the ground. No one moved for a few seconds Jack finally pulling her up by the waist, landing a kick on the guy before dragging Maya outside. The guards lead us in the same direction clarifying they’d take care of Brenton, Nate thanked them grabbing my arm pulling me to his car ignoring our friends questions as we left them behind.

“Nate,” He didn’t speak simply opened the passenger door slamming it shut when I was inside. He pulled onto the street ignoring my attempts to get him to talk, his fists clenching the steering wheel as we took the familiar route to his apartment. I watched him closely as we drove, blood covering one side of his face a cut above his right eyebrow. His knuckles were mostly bruised blood also coming from wounds on their tan surface, “Nate talk to me” silence. He never spoke when he was mad, he had admitted to me once he didn’t like to be verbal when angry, he feared he would say something that could hurt.

      We arrived at the apartment complex, his hand finding mine as we made our way inside going up to the seventh floor all the way to his front door. Still not speaking he shut the door finally looking at me with a guilty look on his face, I let out a sigh kicking off my pumps.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up” He didn’t protest following me to his bedroom where I sat him on the bed grabbing a towel, water, and the first aid kit from the bathroom. When I got back I hiked up my dress, placing my legs on either side of his hips. “talk now” he sighed frowning at me before rolling his eyes.

“I didn’t fucking like him dancing with you like that, I didn’t like him touching you, and I fucking hated hearing him talk about you like that” He muttered “I know it was me who wanted to keep us a secret so people can’t judge and make up bullshit and be in our business but I’m a fucking insecure idiot, I want everyone to know that you’re mine. That i’m the only guy you can dance with, the only guy who can touch you, because I love you and I don’t want any stupid random guy thinking they have a chance just because you dress in tight clothes that can make any guy go insane. You’re mine Astrid and I just… I was scared shit less when you were with him because you’re perfect and you can have anyone and I don’t want you to think there is someone out there better than me-” I cut him off my lips meeting his with an urgency I couldn’t contain,

“Shut the fuck up Nate” I murmured against his lips shaking my head with a smile, “There is no on in this world that could ever make me fell the way you do, I love you and don’t ever think for a second that I’d leave you for some random guy at a club. You are the only guy who makes me whole, the only guy I want and need.” He grinned up at me on of his hands circling to the nape of my neck, pulling me so our lips met the other pushing away the medical supplies so he could change our positions. His body hovered over mine the heat between us sparking up like fire,

“Say it again” He whispered

“I fucking love you Nathan Montgomery Maloley” His lips trapped mine once more their soft texture taking me to a place only he and I knew.


***Hope you all enjoyed! requests as always are open :)-Bell*** 

Roadtrip update:
We have a swag and we sleep with it open so we wake up to the sun. So yesterday morning we woke up amongst the trees and saw this beautiful pink spreading across the sky. We were a few minutes walk from the beach and thought ‘NO WE’RE TOO LATE!’ but we scrambled our way down there. As it turns out the sky was so smoggy you could still see the sun as it rose. It was one of the most intense sunrises i’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing. And the fact I got to see it with my best friend, on my first road trip of 2016 just makes it even cooler.
(In case you’re too jealous, I slipped over twice and now my bum is all bruised…so you know, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows)