this is the movie that's in my eye brain right now

Who Do You Love More?

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Cursing, Long AF, pretty shitty

Request: Can I have a Archie Andrews imagine asap? Where the reader is his ex and she comes back to riverdale after the summer and is best friend with b, v, and jug and arch still likes her and she still likes him. Anyway she finds out that he is with ms grundy and she says he need to figure out what he is doing with his life. You can figure out how it ends thanks xx

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thehundredbellarke  asked:

hey!! congrats on 1.5k followers that's AWESOME and we loved caramelkru but mellamymake is so cute too! <3 can we request a fic? with the prompt "we drunk-kissed but you forgot about it and i don’t know how to act around you anymore wtf" or "okay i get that there are no seats left in this cafe but like i am trying to read here no you cannot have this chair my feet are using it thank you very much please get out of my face now” au please? Thanks for doing this :)

ahhh thanks you guys! ty for all the love <3 it’s def very much reciprocated!


[also on ao3]

“You’re late,” Raven announces when Bellamy walks in, barely looking up from where she’s shaking M&M’s into a bowl with a distinct air of mild vengeance. “The last time we did movie night, you gave me all kinds of shit for being, like, two minutes late. And now, you’re late. So, A+ for hypocrisy, I guess, assho—”

“Shut up,” Bellamy says automatically, ducking into the kitchen with a furtive glance down the hallway. A chorus of muffled laughter drifts in from the living room, a small whoop from Jasper ringing clear above the noise. “Is Clarke here?”

Raven tears her gaze away from her snacks to raise a brow at him. “Of course Clarke is here. Why the hell wouldn’t Clarke be here? Why would you come all the way in here just to—” Her eyes widen, and she drops the bag of M&M’s onto the counter, turning to face him. “What the hell did you do?”

“Nothing,” he says defensively, crossing his arms in front of him. “Nothing’s up. Why would you think something’s up?”

Raven’s sharp gaze narrows. “Because you walked in here to find out if Clarke was here instead of just going in there and, I don’t know, using your eyeballs?” She cocks her head, face scrunching in suspicion. “Also, I didn’t ask what was up. I asked what did you do.”

For a brief moment, Bellamy pauses to think about what it would be like to attempt lying to Raven, just to get out of this awkward situation.

It takes him approximately two point four seconds to arrive at the conclusion that it would most likely be far less awkward if he chose not to attempt it at all.

He takes a deep breath, glancing warily over his shoulder. “Okay, fine. If you must know — last night, Clarke and I were hanging out—”

Big shocker,” Raven deadpans, one brow arched. “Continue.”

“And we were— well, we had a few drinks—”

Raven snorts. “Even bigger shocker. And?”

“And then,” he says, his voice strained. “And then we… kissed.”


Raven frowns. “And … ?”

He reels back a step, unsure how to react to her total lack of surprise. “And… that’s it. We got a little too drunk, and we— we kissed. By accident.”

Raven rolls her eyes. “God. You two are literally the most boring couple that aren’t actually a couple to have ever existed in the history of forever.”

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-Honda Center was really bad at letting everyone in on time we got in literally at 8
-But it’s chill we made it to our seats in time
-Okay so they started w Not Today and I literally died on the spot
-Jimin was so extra he was like a walking sin
-Jungkook was adorable and his English was so good
-Hobi’s smile literally shined its way to my heart
-Yoongi. Yoongi. Yoongi. Every time I looked at him I wanted to cry because I was like ???? He is literally the most beautiful and amazing man on the planet and I was feet away from him W O W
-Their solo stages were all perfect. Like literally I can’t even describe them in words
-Namjoon’s hit me so hard I started crying Reflection is so good
-The special effects were on POINT
-So they played Baepsae second and let me tell you I was NOT ready for those hip thrusts especially Yoongi’s I literally stopped breathing
-Anyways back to the solo stages
-Jungkook’s was so good his dance was AMAZING LIKE BOY CAN MOVE HIS BODY WOW he seriously did so so so good I cant
-Jimin’s was straight gorgeous like he has 0 flaws 10/10 would die for Park Jimin
-Yoongi’s made me cry also because the emotion was basically tangible. Boy is so passionate.
-Literally Yoongi is perfect someone help
-Jin basically made me cry too good job with those high notes I fell over inside
-21st Century Girl was also so fun you could tell they were just having a blast and like they all killed me at the same time it was magical
-ALSO THEY RANDOMLY performed Dope like I was not expecting that and it was SO GOOD THE BEAT WAS INCREDIBLE
-Lost was hecka emotional my vocal line is so good
-So at one point they did this giant mashup of a ton of their older songs like N.O. started playing and I was like hOLD UP
-Like War of Hormone too I think and tons of their other songs and Kookie started rapping and I was like THROWBACK TO THE FIRST TIME I DIED
-Like Mama was L I T and then at the end he just kind of said really quickly “THANKS MOM” and it was HILARIOUS
-Boy Meets Evil was so intense I pooped
-Literally as soon as it started I was just like “oh no”
-If u didn’t know Cypher was the song I was most pumped about bc Yoongi’s rap k i l l s me
-All 3 of them were wearing these like crazy sugar daddy robes RIP
-So Namjoon comes out just blasting right
-And I fell over inside again but this time I actually died
-Like they were so freakin lit I’m dead
-Hobi slayed everyone within the first 2 seconds of his part
-Okay yes anyways
-Cypher ended my life the end
-jk moving on before I have another heart attack
-So after Cypher I’m WINDED
-oh no
-I’ve seen the fancams
-Like the dance break toward the end just
-J I M I N
-Also side note like most of the time when the whole group was performing I couldn’t take my eyes off of Namjoon he just has such a strong stage presence and he’s SO TALL I LOVE HIM
-okay where were we
-oh yes fire
-after fire they talked for a little bit and it was cute and my voice disappeared bc I screamed too hard during Cypher
-So I know I’m skipping around everywhere sorry it’s all I giant mushy jumble in my brain
-But they did Run at one point and it was so exciting bc they had giant gold streamers just shoot everywhere and I felt like I was in a movie it was so perfect
-Did I already talk about 21st century girl? I think so BUT
-It was so lit okay so lit
-So after that they talked to us again for a while and their English was so good you could tell they were trying and I LOVED IT
-They looked AMAZING during it like wow the most attractive men in the world I swear
-So then Namjoon was like “bYE” and they all ran off stage and we were like ??????
-And so we did the rainbow ocean thing and I wanted to cry again
-So united and wow
-so after like 5 minutes of all of us just yelling
-They came out and did Outro:Wings and it was so good bc they were on the close stage and I swear Namjoon is so attractive help I’m swerving
-Oops ok here we go
-So after Wings they talked and again they were so good??? AND AND
-Namjoon was like “I’d like to take this time to thank my mom for emphasizing learning English because now I can talk to you guys”
-And I cried again bc Joonie luvs his mom how sweet I’m dead
-Yoongi was like “never forget me” and I was like BOI I COULDNT IF I TRIED
-Jungkook seriously sounded so fluent I was so proud
-Jimin was adorable
-Hopie was wild
-Tae was also wild
-Jin is so so so funny and cute
-Rapmon looks amazing in baseball hats
-So then after they talked rapmon was like “Kay last song”
-And again we were all like ??????
-But then 2!3! Started and I was like
-Here come the tears
-Like they were all just standing in a line on the close stage and they were so emotional I was so emotional everyone was emotional
-Jin hit those high notes like a god
-Jimin hit those high notes like a god
-Tae and Jungkook ended my life too
-Rap line was so passionate I could see Yoongi’s neck veins
-So after 2!3! Namjoon’s like “Kay last song” AGAIN
-and I was just like STOP LYING
-And then Spring Day started playing and I just lost it
-It was so emotional
-They were so beautiful
-Oh yeah and at one point You Never Walk Alone was playing while this video played about how all the recent concepts are intertwined and IT ACTUALLY MADE SENSE
-It was talking about how it was seven boys with one heart and one boy with seven hearts and they all reflected each other and were only happy and able to smile when they’re together IM SOBBING
-That probably made no sense to u guys I’m sorry
-After Spring Day ended they all came out on the stage and ran around and smiled and danced and were super cute and
-I just couldn’t believe I was actually there
-With them
-I’m so grateful
-so so grateful
-They stayed and ran around the stage for a good ten minutes and then it was all over
-My friend and I were just in shock we sat there dying for like fifteen minutes after it ended
-Just like freaking out right
-and we were waiting at a corner
-I can’t even describe how beautiful he was even through a car window like he was FLAWLESS his eyes were so big and beautiful WO W
-I doubt anyone actually read this far so I doubt anyone will know that that happened to me BUT JDNDKDJDFMDFJEKDMSLNDKSAMKXNSLDFJEKXKDNKDJC
-Overall it was probably the greatest night of my life and totally worth driving across the country for. 11/10 would do again in a heartbeat.
-If you guys have any questions or want to freak out w me please message me!!!!!

Totally Not Scared || Cheryl Blossom

Originally posted by stiles-lydia

Requested : Just some Cheryl fluff. R and her are a couple and R is sleeping over at C’s for the first time. R is super afraid of the dark and ghosts (and mirrors) and since those things are practically everywhere at thornhill (well except the ghosts maybe) sleeping over there is her personal hell but she doesn’t tell C because R thinks she’s childish for being afraid of that stuff. Then something happens where R is left alone for a short time and she freaks out and C comforts/cuddles R afterwards.

[A/N] : I didn’t even watch the conjuring bc i was too scared so idk if it was scary or not but just imagine some scary movie instead.


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Raining outside

| Hey again! This is cute to me, but tbh idk. Hope you like it, message me for requests thanks :/ Sorry for posting later than usual, but this is my “Tuesday Post” that’s on a Wednesday. Also this has many spelling mistakes so message me them. Or just message me anything, I am lonely. |

|Lin×Reader |

|Word count: 1603|

|Warning: Nothing babe, just fluff and cusing|

“God it’s pouring outside!” A voice breathed as he finished running inside. He was a pretty short man with long hair put up in a ponytail. His hair and shoulders were soaked with rain and his shoes were flooded by mud. He kicks off his shoes and picks them up. You were sitting in a chair that the lobby had. You stared at him because he was the only other person in the room. He gives you a greating smile as he stills down on the couch, setting his shoes next to him on the floor.

You looked back down at the magazine you were reading as thunder filled the small lounge. You jump up at little. He laughs at you under his breathe the best he could. You look up at him, a little annoyed.

“I’m sorry.” He claimed with an controlled smile. His ponytail had been taken out and the soaked hair stuck to his neck. “Do you know when the storm is going to pass?” He asked. You looked up at him,then at your magazine, then back at him. You sighed realizing he wasn’t going to leave you alone. You set down your magazine and picked up your phone to check the news.

“My phone has no service right now, so I wouldn’t know.” You explained. You looked at him trying to take in his features. He had hair growing around his mouth going down to his chin. His eyes had huge dark circles under them.

You throws out his hand for you to shake it. You take it in your hand and give a light shake. “I’m Lin-Manuel. Everyone calls me Lin though.” He informed ,his eyes running over your face too.

“I’m (F/N). Pleasure to meet you.” You voiced back. “What were you doing out in the storm?” You asked in a friendly fashion. He laughes shaking jis head as if his thoughts were funny.

“Writing a play.” He chuckled sitting back.

“A play?” You questioned. You tried not to giggle along with him.

“Yeah a play!” He beamed back.

“About what?”

“Alexander Hamilton.” Now you were laughing. Hamilton? The first Treasury? Wow. “No I’m serious! His life is so interesting!” He snapped trying to convince you.

“Okay okay okay. So you think Alexander Hamilton, the first treasury would be a good play? I mean out of all of the founding fathers, you chose Hamilton?” You ranted jokely.

“Wait you know about Hamilton and other’s?” He asked you with excitement.

You point behind you in the direction of were you work. “I work at the American History Museum. Head tour guide.” You infored him. He brightens with the information.

“Maybe you should tour me around there sometime.” He flirted, you blushed. Then you phone went off. You checked it to see you news network sending warnings to stay inside.

“So what does writing a play about Hamilton have to do with being out in the rain?” You questioned a littled confused.

“Well I was visiting Alexander’s grave. Writing the last song.” He informs.


“Man it’s getting pretty bad outside.” He noted as thunder rolled outisde.

“The storm is going to be here for a while. So if you want, we can go up to my apartment and you can dry off. Wait for the storm to pass.” You hinted, really just wanting to talk to him more.

“I will have to take you up on the offer!” Lin said standing up, he bent down and grabbed his shoes. “Lead the way.” He teased. You stood up and he followed you. You got to the elevator and waited for the door to open. Soon the door opened and you two stepped inside. Him being pretty close to you. When the elevator stopped at your floor you lead him out.

You open the door and let Lin inside. ‘Good thing I cleaned yesterday.’ You think to yourself. “So I’ll get you a towel.’ You insured. You walk back with a towel in hand to see Lin taking off his shirt. You begin gawping when Lin noticed you starring. He smirks.

“You like the view?” He grinned. You throw the towel at him. He struggles to catch it. You walk into the kitchen and open the fridge.

“Do you want something to drink?” You ask him. He stands up and rubs the towel in his hair trying to dry it. He really did have a good body you noted.

“I’ll take anything.” He admits standing behind you looking into the fridge too.

“Mind standing back a bit?” You bossed he throws up his hands.

“Yes ma'am.” He mocks.

“So I don’t have much, but will a beer work?” You ask.

“Perfect.” He agreed. You handed it to him, then walked to the couch. You sit down and turn on Netflix. He sits down next to you, sipping his beer.

“What do you want to watch?” You ask him. He looks up from his beer and stares at the shows you flip thru. He doesn’t answer until you land on a classic.

“Oh oh! First 50 dates! I love Adam!” Lin blurted. You laugh as you turned it on.

“Wow, okay. You sure do like Adam Sandler.” You laughed. You set down the remote and settled back into the sofa. He puts his arm over the back of the couch, barely touching your shoulder. You could hear the storm outside. As the movie continued you both started to move in closer. Soon his arm was around you, and your head in his chest. Your eyes begin to drift shut. Then Lin moves, standing up.

You sit up, confused at what he was doing. You begin to question what he was doing, “What are you?”

“I think I should get going. You know. The storm has passed.” He interrupts. Your heart begins to sink. You have had such a great time with him, snuggling and giggling at the movie.

“Um yeah, I guess you should.” You stand you and walk towards door. You hand lingers around the door handle before you grab it. He pulls his shirt on and stops at the door staring at you. Suddenly he pulls you in for a kiss. You stay there for a while then pull away.

“I wanted you to know that this has been amazing, and that I,” he begins to stutter. “Would love to see you again.” He finishes.

You smile, looking down at his pocket to see his phone. You grab it and begin to enter in your phone number. Then you hand it back to him. He laughs as he reads your name you put in.

’(F/N) ;)’

“Call me.” You giggle as he walks out the door. You close the door and slide down it. Holding on hand close to your heart.


“I’m telling you (F/N) you two should date!” Your bestfriend told you. You shook your head, trying to think about it.

“I don’t know. I mean I like him but-”

“But nothing!” They interrupt. You sigh and lean back in your desk chair. You worked as a journalist, thats where you meet your bestfriend. “(F/N), look. Your my bestfriend, I can tell you if your hair looks like shit or if your making the wrong choice. And you are! Date the damn guy! You obviously like him.” They barked.

They were right. You and Lin have been texting for weeks now, he came over more than twice a week, and you both liked each other.

“Fine. I will invite him over and see what I can do.” You agreed. “Just can I get back to work. I have two storys unfinished and our boss won’t appreciate us talking.” You turned back to your desktop and begin writing.

“Buzz kill.” They mumble under their breathe.


You open the door to see Lin standing there with roses. You could tell he was nervous, his feet shuffling. He smiles with full heart. You give him a peck on the cheek and he walks in.

“Are these for me?” You blush.

“Of course!” He gushes. He sets them down on the table and walks over to you. He pulls you in closer by your wasit and kisses your forehead. “So baby, I wanted to talk to you. About us.” He blankly says looking in your eyes.

“Yeah, sure thing.” You assure him. You two move to the couch, him not letting go of your hand. You sit with your legs on the couch facing him. His hand moves on your thigh, looking into your eyes. For a moment it is quiet. “Well what is it?” You ask him.

He was more nervous now. “I just want you to know that I want to still be your friend after this and that I support any decision you make.”

“Lin just tell me!” You interrupt. He takes a deep breath before continuing.

“(F/N), will you be my girlfriend?”

“I- I-I.” You begin to stutter. Your brain racks around the idea. Lin has been amazing to you ever since you meet. Going out for dates and watching Netflix together. In a sense, it was like you were already dating. His face is straight, nothing moving. And something about this was funny, you already knew this was going to happen. In fact, you knew what your answer was going to be. But for some reason saying yes seemed like a under statement.

“Look I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you for uncomfortable.” He says.

“I would love to be your girlfriend.”



Originally posted by alotofbeautyinordinarythings

1934. New years eve. You’re in brooklyn just for a few hours to watch Glenn Miller play before he goes mia during the war. This guy across the room keeps making eyes at you & he’s kinda cute so you smile back & he comes over to talk.
“You know, I know the face of every dame in Brooklyn. So why don’t I know you?”
“I’m from California. Just passing through.”
“Thats a shame”
So he sits down & you get talking. Hours pass but it feels like minutes. Next thing you know hes asking you to dance to what would later be called Moonlight Serenade.
“So how long are you in town for?”
“I’m leaving tonight.”
“So this is all I get?”
“Give me a reason to stay.”
At that moment the music changes and people start counting down to midnight.
“10. 9. 8. 7…”
“Why did you leave california?”
“It wasnt home.”
“I can give you a home. So please, stay. Just for a while.”
“3. 2. 1. Happy new year!”
You go in for the kiss and it’s like instant fireworks. “Happy New Year, Bucky Barnes.” You impulsively decide to stay and wind up moving in with Bucky and his skinny little friend. You start working at the club where you two met as a singer while he works any job he can get. Years pass and you fall madly in love. Then Pearl Harbor is bombed and he gets drafted. On his last night before shipping out he takes you out to the Stark Expo and out dancing and the two of you stay out until sunrise. You go with him to the docks so you can kiss him goodbye one last time before he leaves and right before he gets on the boat he slides a ring on your finger.
“When I get back I want you to make me the luckiest man in the world.”
Months pass and you find yourself alone because even his skinny friend left to go fight in the war. You spend your days reading every paper and listening to the radio praying you never hear his name amongst the dead. Once you hear about the Howling Comandos you spend all your time at the movies watching news reels hoping to see his face again. Then one day your whole world comes crashing down when you hear about what happened on the train so you pack your bags and never look back. Fast forward to modern day. Bucky is out of cryo. Every trace of Hydra is gone from his brain. He decides to move back to Brooklyn because it was the last place he ever felt truly happy. Then one day, at the local farmers market, he sees a girl that looks identical to you but brushes it off as his mind playing tricks on him. Except he keeps seeing that girl everywhere around town. One day he sees the girl and notices a very familiar ring on her finger. He gets up the courage to ask her about it.
“Excuse me, miss. Where did you get that ring?”
“My fiancé gave it to me before …”
You turn to face the man and fall silent, tears springing to your eyes.
You practically knock him off his feet with the force of your hug, trying to hide your sobs in his chest.
“Kitty? How is this possible?”
“Come with me back to my place. There’s a lot to explain.”
He follows you back to your apartment building, the same one you two lived in together all those years ago but recently renovated. You make him some tea and sit with him on the couch explaining that the reason you were still alive and as young as when he left was because you were a time traveler who had only been in that club that night to hear Glenn Miller. You tell him that the California you had left behind was the modern one and that he was the only reason you stayed as long as you did and that the only reason you left was because your home had supposedly died in the war. Then you tell him that you moved back into your old building because it was the closest thing you had to a real home and that you still wear his ring every day and tell any guy that hits on you that you’re engaged. Bucky breaks down crying which makes you start crying and all either of you can do is hold each other before you finally break the silence.
“Now that you’re back, how about I keep my promise and make you the luckiest man in the world?”
He moves in that same day and later that week you start planning your wedding 70+ years in the making. Every little detail has to be perfect. And Bucky wants to be involved in making sure it’s all perfect. The only thing you don’t let him get involved with is picking the song for your first dance. The big day rolls around and everything goes acording to plan. All of your closest friends and family are there. Both of you were sobbing while reading your vows. Everything was perfect. Back at the reception everyone is milling around waiting for the two of you to make your grand entrance. The doors open and you head to the dance floor for your first dance. Moonlight Serenade starts playing over the speakers and Bucky breaks down in tears, remembering both the night you met and the night before he shipped out and how much he’s loved you for all these years. He leans in close and whispers in your ear. “This song was the only thing Hydra could never take from me. Every time I thought about it I could see your face and I felt safe and loved.”
This made you break down crying and all you could do was hold him close and kiss him, giving him yet another sweet memory to go with your song. More years pass and one day you come home to find Bucky on the couch with your kids watching random home movies when suddenly the video and photo montage from your wedding starts playing, the song Lucky by Bif Naked playing over pictures of you getting ready, and Bucky starts tearing up. You walk up behind him and bend over to wrap your arms around him, kissing his cheek before moving to the other side and sitting in his lap, singing along with the song, both finally happy and home.

(Sorry it’s so long. Also sorry for any typos. I was literally sobbing while typing this.)

Please tell me you’ve written this or are planning to because I swear I almost cried and you picked one of my favourite songs. and I’m gonna need a minute. - Gen 

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The Children of War 〉Chapter 1

Originally posted by bencemeraketiyidegilim

(Inspired by the Korean Drama, Descendants of the Sun).

🎶  CHEN(첸)XPunch(펀치) _ Everytime l 태양의 후예

“Doctor, am I going to die? Mom and dad won’t tell me anything. I’m scared.”
As my team prepped her for surgery, I gave the little girl my most brilliant smile.
“Do you know who I am, SooJung?”
“You’re Doctor Lu?…”
“That’s right. I’m Lu. I’m 25. The youngest surgeon to ever graduate from Seoul National Institute. I’ve cut open more patients than the oranges you opened in your entire life, and every single one of them survived. I made so many miracles, people calls me Jesus Christ!”.
“Tsh, she’s lying”.
Hanna, a 29 year old anaesthesiologist and also my best friend, said with a smile. “Well, just about the Jesus Christ part. Everything else is absolutely true. These surgeries have a 100% survival rate”.
I smiled, holding SooJung’s little hand.
“You hear that? As long as you are under my knife, you will definitely not die!”
Her eyes sparkled. For the first time in that day they didn’t show fear.
“Wow, you’re so cool! I want to be just like you when I grow up!”
“Well, why not?” I smiled, presenting the most confidence face I could.
In the operation room, there is no room for errors, no room for doubt. We are gods that try to make miracles happen, but we know within every God of live, there’s a God of death. Even if I’m the fastest and most skilled surgeon in the world, as long as I keep practicing, chances are quite big that one day, someone will die in my hands.
SooJung yawned slightly, her eyes closing. Hanna looked up at me and nodded.
That’s right. One day someone will die in my hands.
But today is not that day.

Something warm and dry brushed my cheek and I stirred. There was a hiss and the sounds of footsteps scurrying closer to me.
I heard someone speaking something, but I didn’t recognize who it was.
“Did she just collapsed here?”
Now, this voice. It was a tone that I could recognize anywhere.
“Taehyung?” I blinked but my eyes felt so heavy. I couldn’t even recognize the faces before me.
Shifting, I tried to lift myself up but my entire body gave out on the exact same spot. My cheek hit the floor with a little thud.
Oh right. I fell asleep on the floor didn’t I?
Together with my team, the surgery was a success.
It had taken 8 hours of nonstop work. As soon as I left the operation room, I fell asleep on the corridor.
“Good job Taehyung. You woke her up. It’s not like she needs to rest or anything.”
I could practically hear Hanna rolling her eyes.
Before my brain could cooperate with my eyes, I felt my whole body being lifted up.
Strong arms held me tight against a equal strong chest. It was so comforting and warm.
“Just go back to sleep, Lu”.
Kim Taehyung, my boyfriend, also a surgeon, 25 years old, an incredibly kind, gentle and empathetic person.
As Taehyung whispered against my ear, I could feel his chest rumble. It seemed like he was a giant cat.
I sighed, nuzzling my face into his shirt. It smelled like our bed at home.

Falling asleep at the hospital is not uncommon. I’m the best example of that.
I woke up a few hours later, in my small room at the hospital, shared by me and other two doctors.
I was alone. I groaned and turned over, my face rubbing against the soft sheets. So smooth.
“Hum? Ricky?” I grabbed the small teddy bear in my hands and smiled. “How did you end up here Buddy? I thought I left you at home.”
Ricky is my teddy bear. I have it since I was like one year old.
Finally, I noticed something on the table next to my bed.
A note?
I grabbed the piece of paper and rubbed my eyes before reading it. I could feel my face relaxing into a warm smile.
Taehyung never failed to cheer me up.
“Hey Lu. If you’re reading this, it means I’m still in the operation room doing the bypass. Ricky was so alone in our bed this morning, I had to bring him along. If you get home before I do, there’s chicken nuggets and rice in the fridge. It’s already in a container so you can just put it in the microwave. I love you, see you soon”.
Instead of a signature, there was a chocolate placed on the side of the note. I smiled and touched my own cheeks. They were hot, I was blushing.
It took all of my power not giggle and jump like a little school girl.
Is this guy even real?

I ended up calling my best friend, rambling at her like always.
“Who the heck does that? Seriously. I am in cloud nine.”
“Just Mr.Perfect Doctor Dreamy Kim Taehyung”. Hanna said, laughing at the other side of the line.
“He carried me to bed! And didn’t forget to bring Ricky and the bed smells like him, and he also left me a chocolateeee”.
Hanna made a “ew” sound and I rolled my eyes.
“I’m getting diabetes just listening this.”
“Don’t be such an ass just because you are single hum?”
We continued to talk and laugh while I walked towards the terrace on the last floor. It was a beautiful night.
“It’s not fair Hanna. I feel like I don’t deserve him? He is like perfect, everything he does. What can I do to top this?! Our future kids are totally going to love him more than me.” I faked a crying sound, mouth full of chocolate.

Suddenly, and I swear to God I don’t know what happened, I heard a loud thump and a hiss, and a crying sound too…`
It was one of those horror movie moments where everything seems to move in slow motion.
“Who are you? Last time I checked this is the last floor. How did you get up here?” I asked horrified.
There was a young man, with military clothes, with  slight tanned skin that glowed in the night.
Shadows pooled under his naked collarbones, the muscles rippling under his bruised skin.
BRUISED. Why does he seem like he just arrived from war?
“I’m an angel. I flew”.
I blinked a couple of times, looking at him.
His blood was dripping, yet he was smiling like nothing was wrong. Should I help him? But like, maybe he is some hallucination. I’m too tired lately, maybe it’s exactly what he is.
“I heard your sweet voice and before I knew it, I was here. You’d be amazed at how efficient jetpacks powered by attraction are.” He winked at me, which resulted at me giving a step back in response.
“You’re bleeding..”
He looked down at the blood on his clothes and then back at me and shrugged. Like what? Doesn’t he feel any pain at all?
Before I could say something, a crying sound arrived to my ears.
“That's… That’s a baby on your back?”
I stared at him in disbelief. He started unrapping the bandages that were tying the baby to him, using only one hand. I saw the other one was bruised, injured.
“Oh my God, what is going on?” I asked desperate, as I helped him dealing with the baby, instinctively checking her over to see if she had injuries.
“Come with me”. I said in a hurry, pulling him by his wrist.

We immediately arrived at my small bedroom on the fourth floor and I laid her on the bed, heaving a sigh of relief.
“Is she alright doctor?”
“She seems unhurt.”
He gave me the exact same smile again. “I’m glad”.
He was pretty weird. It was like he was bulletproof.
“She needs a closer examination, but you…”
Before I could finish my sentence, he lost his balance. Instinctively, I took a step forward my arms getting ready to support him. He held my gaze for a brief moment before collapsing on me.
I stumbled backwards, taking his entire weight with my small body.
I knew I should’ve take him to the operation room.
His rapid breathing felt hot on my cheek. The tips of his dark hair tickled my skin.
I could feel his blood seeping down through my white gown.
“It's…cold..” His soft, trembling lips brushed against my ear. At that moment, all the events caught up to my brain.
He was going into shock. If I didn’t do anything…this boy was going to break, for sure.
A scream ripped out of my throat.

I could see what was going to happen next. Images playing in my mind. My team would be alerted. Nurses would take the baby. We would rush him to the operation room, stop the bleeding and replace his blood supplies, talk to him later to see what was wrong, and fix that too…
Care for him until he wakes up, then tell him how cheesy his pickup lines were, and teach him some better ones.
One day, someone would die in my hands.

Today would not be that day.

lies and deceit

Pairings: jungkook x reader x taehyung 

Genre:  angst | fluff | light smut (later on)

Description: two best friends, both have lies that can hurt you, but one is going to hurt you more than the other. 

Word Count: 2k

a/n: i don’t expect much feedback, i know its not good, i just missed writing and wanted to post something.. i want to make this one as short as possible. i really hope some of you guys like it. thank you so much for reading. 

“Look we need to talk Tae.. I like you. No like doesn’t even cover it… I have stronger feelings for you… I’ve had them for a while now and-” 

You groan and smack your hand against your forehead, that was painful and pathetic. The look on your face as you stared at yourself in the mirror was pathetic, the tone in your voice was pathetic, the sentence structure was pathetic. Every single thing about this was pathetic. Did you really think practicing in front of a mirror would prepare you for the big task of confessing your love for him today? 

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John Mulaney Sentence Starters
  • "The more you do stuff, the better you get at dealing with how you still fail at it a lot of the time."
  • "All my money is in a savings account. My dad has explained the stock market to me maybe 75 times. I still don't understand it."
  • "It is 100% easier not to do things than to do them, and so much fun not to do them - especially when you were supposed to do them."
  • "In terms of instant relief, canceling plans is like heroin."
  • "I was always the squarest person in the cool room, and alternatively, sometimes the weirder person at the mainstream table."
  • "I have a lot of stories about being a kid because it was the last time I was interesting."
  • "Why do people shush animals? They've never spoken."
  • "A lot of times you're anxious and people say, "Relax. Shut up." And that just feels like, Well, I guess I'm also crazy."
  • "I'm an idiot, but I've shoveled through life rather nicely so far."
  • "I kind of thought, wouldn't it be funny to take a swing at being on the weird side of mainstream?"
  • "I like when things are crazy. Something good comes out of exhaustion."
  • "There's just something really, really funny about someone tearing into me."
  • "Being president looks like the worst job in the world."
  • "Thirteen year olds are the meanest people in the world."
  • "I always though quick sand was gonna be a much bigger problem than it turned out to be."
  • "'Do you want a salad or fries?' that's like asking 'Do you want to go for a jog or freebase cocaine?'"
  • “You have the moral backbone of a chocolate éclair.”
  • “Anyone who’s seen my dick and met my parents needs to die; I can’t have them roaming around. They know too much.”
  • "I was once on the telephone with blockbuster video- Which is a very old fashioned sentence."
  • "I cannot express to you the humiliation of, every Saturday morning, putting on a pair of breakaway pants and never having a reason to break them away -- then they're just pants."
  • "My body is bad at sports: that's the problem."
  • "It was so beautiful today that I only watched four hours of "Law & Order" in my apartment."
  • "I don't look older, I just look worse."
  • "So, I would just have a couple of drinks, and my brain would be like, 'OK, I see where this is headed. We're just going to power down now and get restarted sometime tomorrow morning'."
  • "Here's how easy it was to get away with bank robbery back in the '30s -- as long as you weren't still there when the police arrived, you had a 99% chance of getting away with it."
  • "'Ocean's 11' with women wouldn't work 'cause two would keep breaking off to talk sh*t about the other nine."
  • “Sometimes I’ll be talking to someone, and I’ll be like ‘Yeah, I’ve been really lonely lately’ and they’ll be like ‘Well we should hang out!’ and I’m like ‘No, that’s not what I meant. That’s not what I meant at all.”
  • "We'd all go play jacks by the soda fountain."
  • "No one knows what you're talking about you idiot."
  • "Blackout drinking is when your brain goes to sleep but your body gets all 'Eye of the Tiger' and soldiers on.'
  • "Am I proud of it? No. Just like I'm not proud of the fact that I saw the movie The Notebook in theaters. But it happened!"
  • "You don't know me. I have secrets. Why yesterday I wore my footie pajamas under my clothes and pretended I was a fucking fireman."
  • “Excuse me: I am homeless. I am gay. I have AIDS. I'm new in town.”
  • "Because we're Delta Airlines and life is a fucking nightmare!"
  • "I could never be goth, don't get me wrong, I'm unhappy, it's not that."
  • "To me Person of Interest is almost too flattering. Like, if the police were to pound on my door and go 'A man has been murdered in your building and you are a person of interest' I'd be like 'Moi? Oh do go on. Fresh.' "
  • "Ma'am can you turn off your bluetooth? This is a baptism."
  • "It was really easy to get away with murder before they knew about DNA."
  • "Do you want a plate of fries? If I get fries for the table would you take some? I know you'll eat fries if I get fries!"
  • "I watch so much Law and Order that sometimes I think I'm on an episode of Law and Order."
  • "You asked if I brushed my teeth but I never specified that I did so tonight. If the court reporter reads back my remarks you will see I did not purger myself."
  • "Traveling can get kinda lonely sometimes, actually no that's not the right word, Life. Life can get kinda lonely sometimes."
  • "Scientists have long since wondered if you can make grown men and women cry by playing Tom Jones' It's Not Unusual. And the answer is yes."
  • "Like my god man people are dead! But no you keep stacking those boxes."
  • "You seen this shit? You seen this Home Alone 2: Lost in New York shit?"
  • "As they say in Jerry Maguire, 'You had me at AIDS.'”
  • “Papa, today I met a boy with no eyes.”
  • "Adult life is already so goddamn weird."
Protective (Liam Dunbar Imagine)

Request: When scotts the readers older brother and he gets protective with the reader and liam but liam constantly assures him thats youre safe with him please!!!!:)

Warning: Angry Scott, Fluff

Word Count: 1234


“Y/N where the hell were you I’ve been worried sick about you.” My older brother Scott McCall says as he comes to the front door and brings me into a bone-crushing hug, “Scott calm down I was just at the movies.” I say as I finally escape his hold, he looks at me quizzically and says, “For three hours?” “The movie ran a little longer than expected.” I said as I plopped down on the couch and twirled a lose strand of hair, something I did when I was lying.

Scott folds his arms and gives me stone cold look, “I don’t have to be werewolf to tell when you’re lying baby sister.” I roll my eyes and say, “Well I was with some friends and we got a quick bite to eat afterwards.” Wasn’t a total lie I thought to myself as I stared Scott down, as we’re having our stare off we both hear a loud thud come from up stairs, we look at each other then rush up to the source of the noise, hearing another heartbeat come from my room Scott runs to the door and swings it open ready to attack but finds none other than his beta lying on my floor rubbing his elbow.

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squirrellygirlart  asked:

I don't know if you've ever seen the Phineas and Ferb movie, but at the end there is this cute moment where, before having their memories wiped to protect Agent P's identity, Isabella (who has a Marinette level crush on Phineas) confirms that no one will remember what happens and kisses Phineas before telling the General to hit the switch, at which point Phineas is all like "Whoa, wait, hold up a minu--" but of course, memories are wiped and things go back to normal...

(I actually do know what you are talking about. I do a lot of babysitting) 


“Oh my God, We did it! We totally did it! I am like, the best superhero ever!” 

Ladybug tried not to growl as their new companion danced in delight, waving around the akumatized item. 

“Miss Bee-”

Queen Bee.” The girl corrected, puffing up her chest and tossing her spinning top into the air. “So now what do we do?” 

“We need to purify the akuma, remember?” Ladybug sighed, wondering if she and Chat had been this desperately hopeless when they first started. She liked to think not. 

“Oh, right. How do I do that?” the blonde ask, holding up the cursed item and inspecting it. 

“You don’t,” Chat said, plucking the item out of her hands and tossing it to Ladybug, “she does.” 

Ladybug could have kissed her partner at that moment as he tossed her the object to break. 

“And then what happens?” The bee themed heroine asked. 

“Well,” Chat said, “then everything goes back to normal. Papillion loses his hold over the victim, Ladybug casts the miraculous cure, and we all go back to our normal lives.” 

“And no one remembers anything right?” She asks excitedly. 

“Well I don’t think thats exactly-” Chat began but the girl wasn’t even listening, instead running over to where Ladybug had just snapped the cursed.. what was it? A baton?… in half. Releasing the small purple and black butterfly. 

“Ladybug wait!” she cried. 

“Look this is kind of time sensa-” 

Her sentance was cut off as the new heroine lunged forward, grabbing her face and kissing her. 

Chat let out a strange, strangled yelp. 

Ladybug pulled away her brain spinning. She automatically caught and purified the akuma releasing the now white butterfly into the sky as she tossed the lucky charm into the air. 

A swarm of ladybugs swept away the damage but Ladybug hardly even noticed. 

“Well I think we did a good job.” The new heroine said smugly. 

“What the hell was that???” Ladybug screamed. 

“Ditto!” Chat choked. 

“What was what?” The girl asked a slight nervousness creeping into her tone. 

“You KISSED me!” Ladybug cried. 

“You said that no one remembers anything!” She shrieked glower at Chat who was still frozen with his finger extended in a point and his jaw hanging open. 

“The VICTIMS! Not Us!” He said, his face a flaming shade of red. 

“Oh,” the girl said eyes going wide as she glanced nervously between the bewildered pair of superheroes. “Opps.” 


Seriously though someone should take the sake away because all i want to write now is crack. 

Hopefully you like it. If not just yell at me and I can try again ^_~

Edit:  If you want to see this or one of my other drabbles turned into a full length fic you can vote for it on my Ao3 link: just follow the instructions in the notes ^_^

Until Dawn: Chris x Josh

The Stars

Word Count: 2,400 (Sorry its so long!) 

     He drove himself over to Josh’s house with single-minded determination, he was going to make his friend feel better. To bring him a sense of self as he cried or laughed or let out whatever pent up emotions he was holding back from the world. Josh needed a release, and Chris would be there.
     Three months had passed since Hannah and Beth’s disappearances, and Josh was barely holding himself upright. He seemed alright. He would smile at the right times, but not as big as he usually did. He would laugh, but it wasn’t as contagious. He was still Joshua, but he didn’t act like it. He acted like a replica, a thing that lacked some vital piece that let you recognize it as the real thing. Chris thought that he held within himself the piece that would complete the replica, thus bringing forth the real Josh. His best friend and partner in crime and hilarity. He had to have the piece. If he didn’t he had no idea what would happen to Josh.
     It was dark out, cold as September often was, and when Chris looked at his car’s dashboard clock, it read 12:08AM.
     He pulled his phone out of his pocket as he parked at the end of Josh’s driveway. It was a long twisting thing that lead up to a massive and prestigious looking white house. For a kid that should have had everything, Josh always seemed to get the short end of the stick. 
     U better b home. He texted, and within a few seconds he got a response.
     Uuuuh why do u ask?
     Look out ur front hallway window.

     As if on cue, right when Chris looked up to the window, he saw Josh’s body come into view. As they made eye contact he saw Josh smile and shake his head as he always did when Chris did something that confused him. Chris smiled back whole-heartedly, for a moment forgetting that he had a bigger goal in mind other than simply seeing his friend, but when Josh looked to his phone Chris did the same.
     What do u want lol. Texted Josh, and Chris shrugged to himself. What did he want? Something in his gut was telling him that it was more than just to see Josh and make him feel better.
     Come find out! He texted back, proud of himself for seeming so mysterious.
     Well where are we going?
     Good question.
     Dude you r so up 2 something.
     When am I NOT tbh?

     Chris looked up at the window and saw Josh smiling at his phone as he turned and ran back down the hallway, and within a few minutes he saw him come running toward the car from around the corner of his house. He must have snuck out through the back, his parents hated when he went out to late.
     As he reached the car and pulled the passenger sides door open, the boys smiled at each other as they put their fists up and bumped them into each others.
     “Alright you got me man, now whats up?”
     “Meh, now don’t kill me, but I don’t know actually, I just wanted to go for a drive.”
     “Well ‘where to miss?’” whispered Josh, his voice low and hilariously seductive as he imitated Leonardo Dicaprio from Titanic.
     “The stars,” Chris whispered back as he closed his eyes, and Josh’s laugh made him crack up as well.

     Chris let Josh play his music as he drove down the road, and eventually he turned down a back road that lead to another, and then another. They were now traveling down a dirt road - if it even counted as a road - seemingly cutoff from society as they drove through a heavily forested area.
     Just as Chris accepted the fact that he may have gotten lost, he looked to Josh, and saw that he was looking up and out the window. His navy blue vest caught the moons light every so often, and it made Chris look to the Josh’s chest much more than he wanted to.
     “Chris,” said Josh, jolting Chris out of his silent staring contest with Josh’s chest. “We’ve done some crazy stuff on these late night escapades, but none of em have lead us to the Amish Country. Where are we?”
     “Good question,” Chris shrugged, and Josh shook his head as he leaned forward and swiped hard at the car’s volume switch, making AWOLNATION blast through the car.
     Josh could sing, and it was mystifying. He loved this band, and Chris had grown into it over time as Josh played the album over and over again. He knew this song. Not Your Fault. It made him feel like he could take on anything, and with Josh in the passenger seat, maybe he could.
     The song blasted through its chorus, shaking the car’s foundation as Chris finally gave in and screamed along with Josh. It was a miracle, driving with Josh down a forest road that lead to God knew where. It was almost romantic. And then came a clearing, the dirt path opening up onto a steppe the likes of which neither of the boys had ever seen. It was massive, the grass not as high as it was in the forest, and wild flowers grew in bundled heaps as they fought against the chill of October air.
     “Dude,” said Josh. “What’s this?”
     “The stars, apparently,” Chris said, but he wasn’t looking at Josh as Josh was at him, instead his gaze was fixed on the upper half of his window.
     When Josh did as Chris did and looked out his window, he instantly broke into a smile.
     “Did you plan this?” he asked, and Chris looked back to him as he shrugged and smiled.
     “I actually didn’t even know if this place existed till now, Jessica said Mike brought her up here once, and I had no idea that it would be this… Stunning either.”
     They both brought their attention back to the night sky as they rolled their windows down, letting in the breeze that swept across the field, stirring up leaves and flower petals as it did so.
     The sky was something that neither of them could describe, a mix of beauty and wonder. The moon was a big ball of orange in the sky, but the light it cast across the field was pure and soft and white. The smell of decaying flowers, usually overpowering at that time of year, was mellowed out by the scent of freshly mown grass and rain soaked earth. Stars dotted the sky, a myriad that burned so brightly against the violent black of space that it looked almost surreal.
     “It’s like… HD or something,” said Josh, stealing the words straight from Chris’s mouth.
     “1080P res,” Chris added, and Josh held his fist up close to Chris, and without looking the two bumped fists.
     Then a song came on shuffle from Josh’s iPod that Chris hadn’t heard in a long time. Like most of the songs he had come to love, he heard them first from Josh.
     “This song always felt so sad to me. Alleyways right? By the Neighbourhood,” he said, and Josh looked over at him as he seemed to come back to the present moment for the first time.
     “You’ve been studying young Padawan, nice one. Thats great and all but seriously bro, why did you bring me here, and… I’m alright, really. I hope this doesn’t turn into one of those emotional movie moments.”
     “Well it doesn’t have to, but… I don’t know, maybe its more selfish than that,” said Chris, and his eyes dropped to the steering wheel. 
     “What do you mean?”
     “I took you out here to try and break you out of whatever funk you’re in, but-”
     “Well you’re twin sisters pulling a Houdini tends to make a guy a little glum,” he said with a smirk, but the humour behind his words didn’t have the affect he was hoping for as Chris sat back in his seat and rolled up his window.
     A cold wind swept across the plain once more, and Josh rolled his window up as it crept into the car. It was getting colder, and as the song reached its chorus, a heavy cloud of silence fell over the boys.
     Chris listened to the words as he stared down at his hands on the steering wheel. Him and Josh had been friends for a long time, longer than they had been friends with anyone else in their lives. Josh was always the thoughtful one. Always the kind one. Always the brave one. And Chris was the outgoing kid who never kept his mouth shut. It got them into trouble, but trouble was always their thing. If things were different, he thought to himself, just as the song had said the same thing. I’d remember.
     He wanted more than anything for things to be different. He wanted Hannah and Beth to be back home and for Josh to have the family he deserved. No more parents running off and shooting movies. No more annoying boyfriends that Hannah and Beth would bring home. He deserved Hannah and Beth, and Chris wasn’t enough. He knew it. Josh needed family.
     “You put on a brave face,” said Chris, surprising even himself when his voice broke the silence. “You know you don’t have to pull that shit with me. I told myself I was bringing you out here so I could get my best friend back, but… I just wanted to feel like I was- well, enough for you.”
     Josh didn’t respond for a long time, only giving Chris a look that he couldn’t read, and it made Chris anxious. Had he said the wrong thing? No, Josh knew that he was there for him. The song shuffled to Sweater Weather, and Chris looked to the AUX cord that connected Josh’s phone to his car, and as he reached down to change the song Josh’s fingers gently grabbed hold of his chin, tilting his head to the side so that he was looking Josh straight in the eyes.
     “Don’t move,” he said, and he closed his eyes. Josh suddenly leaned in. There weren’t any words inside of Chris’s brain that could possibly convey the emotions he was feeling. There was panic, and then a small, holy realization. Chris liked Josh. Like… A lot. Their lips came close, and Josh touched his to Chris’s.
     He pulled away quickly, and for a moment it was as if the kiss had never happened as Josh let his fingers fall from Chris’s chin. Silence stretched on once more, and Josh was looking down toward the cupholders between himself and Chris, while Chris was staring at Josh. All his life, ever since the day he met him, he knew Josh wasn’t just any regular friend. He was perfect, his tan skin always clear, his personality warm and welcoming, his jokes always well timed. He complimented Chris in a way that no one else ever did, and as Chris remembered all these things, a feeling of inadequacy made him feel sick to his stomach.
     “I- uh. Josh I don’t know what to say, but… I’m mean. Oh God… I wish I could give you what you really needed, you know? You- you need family.”
     “Chris don’t even start me on that shit man,” replied Josh, his voice soft and tired as it filled the car with a sense of peace. “You are family.”
     “That was pretty damn cliche for Josh Washington,” Chris murmured, feeling awkward as heat rushed to his face. What else could he say when Josh was so close and after what they had just done? Would they ever talk about it again? His brain was buzzing with questions, but his body was shutting off.
     As if he could feel Chris retreating into himself, Josh moved in close to him again, making Chris notice just how nicely Josh smelled. It was almost embarrassing how interesting he found him, and even more embarrassing when he remembered how much he loved being close to Josh. He always had some sort of scented body-wash that he was testing out. All summer he was into this Mango Hurricane scented stuff, but now that it was fall he had switched to something Beth had gotten him once a few years back. It smelled like peppermint and a deep forest after a heavy rain fall, a weird combination when Chris stopped to think about it, but on Josh it was perfect. He could smell it on him as he leaned in closer, nearly lighting Chris’s insides on fire as the anticipation of another kiss ripped him apart.
     “I never thought in a million years that this would happen, never like this,” said Josh, his voice an odd mixture of discomfort and content emotion. Chris understood what he was feeling, since he was feeling it too. They were friends, and had been for a long time, but were they really this close? Did they really care for each other in that way? Having enough of his internal argument Chris brought his attention to Josh’s eyes as he bit the inside of his lip. They were the sort of brown that no writer could put into words and no painter could ever hope to capture the essence of.
     “Don’t even get me started,” Chris said, and Josh smiled as he closed his eyes.
     “I remember when I first saw you in that stupid uniform we had to wear during gym in high school. I knew then that I really liked you.”
     “No way.”
     “Yes way.”
     “That’s when I knew that I really liked you, too.”
     “Hell yeah seriously,” Chris said, and he watched as Josh’s eyes flickered from his eyes to his mouth a few times before he finally leaned in once more.
     And they kissed, hard and soft all at the same time, Chris’s heart skipping beats in his chest as the warmth of Josh’s hand on his cheek made him dizzy with emotion.
     The kiss felt perfect. The song felt perfect. This moment, their moment, felt perfect.
     Above them, the sky glistened with countless stars. Beads of white against the black fabric of space. The stars weren’t the only things burning up on the inside that night.
     They didn’t pull away for a long time, and as the kiss deepened, Sweater Weather fell silent. 

Thats My Little Sister (part 2)

Originally posted by teenwolfobsessed

Requested: no/yes

Writer: Athena 

About: your Scotts little sister (part one) (part 3)

Warnings: Swearing, smutish, rated r whatever idk if your 9 don’t read? lol 

(A/n: idk how to even describe this its like really cute  but i keep teasing because i’m mean i wanted to make this a natural as possible lol idk what i’m even talking about ill stop teasing in part 3 you’ll see. I just wanted to develop my characters a lil bit)

I walked through my front door making my way to my room to finish this school project in English about a mythical creature, I decided to pick banshee because on of one my best friends was one, I thought I’d represent. I was just finishing up on writing when Scott bust through my door looking around my room looking mad at something I didn’t do. I just looked over at him with a questioning look. 

“Are you looking for something, or are you just going crazy?” I said looking at him questionably

 “Just making sure that there is no one in here.” he said walking up to my closet pulling it open.

 “Got ya!” he yelled into my empty closet. 

“You want to check out the window too.” I said sarcastically motioning to the window. 

“No, its just i cant even stand the though of a guy touching my baby sister, ANYWHERE,” he said have a look of fear and disgust on his face.

 “Well ,now you know how Kira’s dad feels,” I said sarcastically, he just sighed walking out of my room.

 “I wont get pregnant!” I yelled over my shoulder 

 “Not helping the situation,” he yelled back. 

~Later That Evening~

“Hey, (Y/N)! i’m going out tonight with Kira, mom will be late tonight!” Scott yelled as he walked out the door before I could even respond. 

“Uh, okay,” I said mostly to myself before walking back to my room from where I was at the top of the stairs. I was watching one of my favorite movies when I heard my phone ringing, it was Stiles i slid my finger across the screen to answer it. 

“Hey baby,” he said into the phone

 “Hi, Stiles,” 

“Do.. you, um, want to come over?” he asked in a raspy voice which I found extremely sexy, i rolled over onto my back from where i was on my bed. 

“Yes, I do, when should i come over?” I asked sitting up

 “um.. now is good.” I could here the stupid smirk in his tone.

 “Did you just wake up?” I asked

“Yeah, why?” he asked sounding curious. 

“Nothing you just sound really sexy.” I said smirking into the phone.

 “Just get your cute ass over here.” I  laughed  “Okay i’ll be there in ten.” I said hanging up throwing on my sweats and heading out the door to my car.

 Ten minutes later I was pulling into Stiles driveway walking up to his door knocking. Stiles dad opened the door. 

“Hey, Sheriff,” I said walking in

 “Hi (Y/N), i’m headed to a night shift tell Stiles i’m leaving, okay.” He smiled at me.

 “Yeah I’ll tell him, be safe” I said making my way up the stairs. 

“BOO!” I yelled as rounded the corner into his room. I saw him jump as he was getting dressed.

 “What the hell!” he yelled, he was topless at the moment, holding the shirt to his chest looking scared.

 “Sorry baby,” I said laughing putting my bag down next to his bed.

“Yeah, whatever.” he said rolling his eyes pulling the shirt over his head.

 “Oh yeah, your dad is taking a night shift he told me to tell you.” 

“Okay,” he said as I made my way over to him wrapping my arms around his waist putting my head on his chest. 

“I missed you, its been so annoying Scott is all over me and checks on me like every five seconds,” I pouted 

“I know baby, but he’s just worried about you,” he said wrapping his arms around my shoulders pulling me closer to him. 

After a few moments like that, I pulled away walking over to his dresser looking for a shirt to put on.

 “Well, i would be worried too, if i were him.” I glanced over at him as he looking up at me from where he was sitting on his bed.

 “Why do you say that?” he said furrowing his eyebrows. 

“Because I want to fuck your brains out,” I said mater of factly turning around looking at him straight in the eyes. 

He just shook his head. “God, your a naughty little girl,” (GIF) he took a deep breath just staring at me with lust in his eyes. 

“Come here,” I bit my lip walking up to him standing right in front of his knees. 

“Yes?” I asked

“Why do you say such naughty things to me?” He said pulling me down onto his lap. 

“I don’t know,” I said running my hands through his soft hair.

 “On a serious note.” he said looking up at me while I was still playing with his hair.

 “Yeah,” I said still not looking into his eyes just playing with his hair. 

“Do you say those because i’m older than you and you think you need to say those things?” he asked grabbing my chin making me look at him. 

It was silent for a moment.

“Do you?” he asked again in a harsher tone.

 I shrugged placing my head on his shoulder. “Your kinda killing the mood Stiles,” I said into the crook of his neck.

 “Can you just answer my question please.” he pleaded 

“I did” I said my head still in the crook of his neck, I could feel him shake his head but all he did was lift my head up making me look into his eyes, giving me a sweet kiss pulling me closer to him by my waist deepening the kiss. I started grinding my hips on his making him moan into our kiss he pulled away slightly.

 “Your so beautiful” he whispered centimeters away from my lips. I smiled pecking his lips. 

“Thanks” I smiled leaning back in giving him a passionate kiss tangling my hands in his hair, he broke our kiss pushing me up the bed.

 “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked I just nodded my head in agreement after I did so he pulled down the grey fabric of my sweat pants leaving me in just my shirt and panties. 

His hands made there way up under my shirt.

 “No bra, you are a naughty little girl.” he practically growled as he pulled my shirt over my head tossing it off the bed leaving my breasts exposed. 

He just let out a low moan leaning down kissing me, he made his way down my body stopping when he got to my panty line. To say the least i was a nervous wreck and i think Stiles could tell, I wasn’t as confident as i seemed. He looked up at me running his hands up and down my thighs. 

“Baby, whats wrong.” He asked worry evident in his tone.

 “Nothing,” I said moving my hands to cover my breasts feeling to exposed. 

“Its just i’ve never done anything more that what we have already done, I know I make it seem like it with what i say but really you were only my second kiss.”  I said at a fast pace. “Can I put a shirt back on?” I said shifting uncomfortably. 

“Yeah, of course,” he said getting up off the bed grabbing one of his t-shirts from his dresser handing it to me, I pulled it over my head as Stiles came and sat next to me grabbing my hand.

 “I’m sorry.” I said playing with his hand. 

“Why are you sorry?” he asked

 “I don’t know i just feel like i’m being a tease.” I said sorry in my tone.

“No babe, its okay and i know you haven’t done everything. I wouldn’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.” He smiled sweetly.

 “I know you wouldn’t” I said standing up from my spot on the bed making my way over to my pants that were on the floor putting them back on. 

“Do you want to spend the night?” I smiled at the thought.

 “Tomorrows Monday, also Scott would murder me.” 

Stiles was about to say something but was cut off by my phone ringing. “Speak of the devil.” I said showing Stiles my phone screen, answering it Scott spoke first.

 “Where are you?” I sighed knowing he would blow up. 

“Im at Stiles why?” I questioned 

“WHat!?” he asked sounding like I killed his dog. 

“I’m at Stiles,” I stated again.

“Yes, I heard you,” he said 

“Get home, right know,” he said in a threading tone.

  “Okay,” I said hanging up the phone.

 “What was that about?” Stiles asked 

“I’ve got to go, he’s really mad for some reason.” I shrugged 

 “Okay, um just text me when you get home,” he said standing up pecking my lips. 

“I Love You.” I heard him whisper when I left his room, I don’t think he released that i had heard him.

 “I love you too,” I whispered as I make my way down the stairs and to my car.

~At your house~ 

I opened the door to my house. 

“Scott?!” I yelled looking around for him.

 “Come here” I heard the firm tone from the living room making my head turn quickly. As I entered the room I saw it was him and Kira on th couch. 

“Are you serious right now?” I asked dropping my bag on the couch. 

“Deadly.” he said with a angry expression on his face.

 “Whats this even about?” I asked 

“You and Stiles.” He stated like it was obvious to me.

“Are you fucking serious!” I yelled 

“YES IM SERIOUS” he yelled back at me his eyes turning bright red.

 “Scott” Kira said grabbing his arm as I took a few steps back away from him.

 “Did you two have sex, (Y/N)” he asked I just rolled my eyes crossing my arms. 

“Why are you so admin about this, why do you need to know I don’t ask when you and Kira have sex so why are you so on my case about it?” I said in a angry tone.

 “It’s different.” he said in a firm voice.

 “how? how is it different Scott?” I asked fuming with anger.

“Because he would be taking my baby sisters innocence.” he huffed


 “(Y/N)” he protested.

“Fuck off Scott,” I said making my way up the stairs slamming the door.

(Part 3?? jk i know you want more already on it.)

Is There Somewhere..

Jackson Wang scenario ~ angst/.5% makeup

Inspired by Is There Somewhere by Halsey, lyrics will be used during the story 

Requested: Yes 

T.W.  implied sex, heartbreak

A.N. Rather long since I serious am lacking on posting all my request. They will all be up soon.

Enjoy xx

The dim morning light shined through your window as it hit your face, though on the outside you shined bright, on the inside you were a mess. You turned to face the ceiling as it became a routine every morning you started to relive the painful memories that you had of the person you use to love. It felt as if you were trapped into it with no way of forgetting it but still wanting something more with him.

Seven months ago

You were dancing in your tube socks in our hotel room,
Flashing those eyes like highway signs.
Light one up and hand it over, rest your head upon my shoulder.
I just wanna feel your lips against my skin.

You never knew you would be doing such a thing like this with your best friend. Never was there any feelings between the two of you, just the ones where the both of you could consider each other as close best friends. Always by each other’s side, through the heartbreaks, the new partners, the feeling of not being wanted. Time and time again you stuck by each other even when it seemed as though you two wouldn’t stay friends.

It was until one day where he had gotten his heart broken once again, you felt something different within yourself this time. You couldn’t fully understand what it was but you knew one thing for sure was that you wanted to be with him. You wanted to end this painful heart break of his. You wanted him.

That feeling couldn’t find any escape but time went by and it seemed to have faded away. So it seemed like it did.

Every month you would go visit your extended family, (aunts, uncles, cousins etc), in a city that were 3 hours away from yours because family meant a lot for you. The only close people you did ever grow up with was your parents, siblings and your best friend. They loved when you came to visit because you constantly reminded them no matter how far away someone is they’ll be there to see you in a heartbeat.

It came close to the time for you to leave with him. You invited him to get his mind off of things. The two of you only in a car for three hours it seemed like you could do it but little did you know would happen next.

Once you arrived to the city you spent more than half the day with your family. He was quiet and loving just like he always did. Sly smiles and quick glances is all that you had between the both of you during this time. Your family loved him and asked if you two were together. As that feeling you had for him began to rise once again, he quickly denied it. There wasn’t enough space for your family to have the both of you over so you head to a hotel that wasn’t two far from them but still near the heart of the city. You’ve always shared a room and slept in the same bed just platonically like always but tonight you knew something more was going to happen.

“Jackson can you stop dancing like an idiot and come help me figure out how to work the tv.” You just wanted to watch a movie but the remote stopped working.

“You always need me don’t you?” He inched closer to you found his comfortable spot. Right next to you, with his head on your shoulder. He put on the movie you wanted to watch but neither of you were fully watching it. His eyes were looking at you, your face, your body. You felt his gaze burning against your skin causing you to feel flustered but not wanting to show it. All you wanted was his lips right on yours.

White sheets, bright lights, crooked teeth, and the night life.
You told me this is right where it begins.
But your lips hang heavy underneath me.
And I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me.

The movie came to an end, you put on another one to get the feelings to pass but they wouldn’t budge. He knew what you were thinking and as you looked at him, the both of you nodded your head in approval. Thats where everything went from there. The sheets became a tangled mess, as the city lights from outside your window seemed to dim down.

“ Are you sure about this y/n? This is the start of something else. Something different.” As he spoke you felt his warm breath in your face. The look in your eye gave him the reassurance on what the two of you were doing, but he wanted to hear the words from you instead. 


Five months ago

I’m trying not to let it show, that I don’t want to let this go.
Is there somewhere you can meet me?
‘Cause I clutched your arms like stairway railings.
And you clutched my brain and eased my ailing.

Holding back the tears seemed like the hardest thing you ever could do. He was leaving you. Leaving you just like he left the others. With the others he would leave them rather quickly not giving them a full explanation, but it was different with you. Everything was different with you.

He gave the explanation of how he finally will be able to achieve his dream and pursue the career of music but it would involve of him leaving. Leaving behind family, friends, and you. 

“I need to focus on this right now and maybe in the future if the feelings are still there we could give this another try. I can’t let this opportunity just go by.” You clutched his arms ready to scream that you needed him with you. Though you were together he was still your best friend. You mustered up the courage to say what you wanted to say but all that came out of your mouth was a faint quiet “okay.”

One month ago

You’re writing lines about me; romantic poetry.
Your girl’s got red in her cheeks, ‘cause we’re something she can’t see.
And I try to refrain but you’re stuck in my brain.
And all I do is cry and complain because second’s not the same.

His songs were constantly on replay. He produced and wrote them. Every lyric was a stabbing pain in your heart. He never left your mind yet how could he? Before you two were something serious there was years of friendship. You tried to think of the time of when you were younger but pain would overcome you. You finally realized that you would always have been in love with Jackson just never fully admitted what it was. 

The entertainment news kept saying he was dating another idol. He moved on rather quickly, while you were still longing for his touch, for him to be with you. You assumed she knew all about you because those lyrics couldn’t have been for her. You would cry to yourself but you soon had no more tears to cry.

Present time

I’m sorry but I fell in love tonight.
I didn’t mean to fall in love tonight.
You’re looking like you fell in love tonight.
Could we pretend that we’re in love?

You were still highly devastated but that’s what life was, dealing with whatever happens to you good or bad. You never wanted to fall in love with him, never wanted to be this vulnerable before. You thought he was different but you were wrong. His love hurt you. He hurt you but all you wanted was him. 

The sun was shining bright now and you could feel the warmth hit your face. You felt you phone go off. You had to re read the message over and over again but each time you felt your heart drop further and further down.

“Hi y/n this is Jackson I got a new phone number but I wanted to let you know that I’ll be going back home sometime soon. Is it okay if I go see you.. I would like to talk to you..”

All you could reply was “..okay”

What They’ve Become


He remembers panicking as he claws his way to the surface. He can’t think straight he’s driven purely by emotion - survive, survive, survive. When he breaks through that’s when a different emotion pulls him forward, a scarier one, one he hates but can’t help. It’s hunger, never like the kind he’s felt before. He want’s to scratch his own throat out, to ease the pain but then he hears it, the pulse of blood rushing through his best friend’s veins. It’s no longer his throat he wants to rip out, its hers.

The thought will later disgust him, fill him with such despair at this monster he’s become. He wants to hate Clary for choosing this for him. But he can’t. He wants to hate Jace but he has a feeling he knows which option Jace would’ve picked for him. Not out of malice, but because to him that would be the best option. Instead he hates Raphael.

“You’re a monster”

Simon’s almost proud at the look of hurt that crosses the elders face. He wants Raphael to know how much he hates him for doing this. For giving Clary the option. For saving his life. Though it’s now technically his afterlife. He’s dead (undead). He can’t live like this. He’s not even alive

“I’m a monster!”


And Simon does. He looks at the vampire in front of him. He looks at his dark hair. He looks at his handsome features and full pink lips. He looks at his throat and is actually relieved not to hear a pulse. Raphael is flawless in how he looks but his eyes hold his every flaw on display, the feelings of ‘I’ve been there’. Windows to the soul. Do vampires even have souls. When Simon dies  (for real this time) will his soul ascend or is there none left to go anywhere, heaven or hell.

His thoughts are moving too fast and so is he. He doesn’t even know where he’s going but he thinks if he runs fast enough he’ll outrun them. He knows it’s a fruitless effort but for now he needs to get away. From Clary and Jace and the grave they dug for him. He needs to get away from Raphael. Before he starts believing the things he’s trying to tell him.


Simon doesn’t know what he agreed to when he pledges his loyalty to Raphael. He thinks he’ll be forced to spend all his time with the vampire clan, brooding in Hotel Durmont. Except that;s not what happens, at all.
It’s… it’s not bad. It’s not ideal. Ideally Simon would never find out about the shadowworld and he would still be … well alive but it’s not bad. Raphael, at the start, is not a patient trainer. Simon needn’t have worried about being stuck in the Hotel Durmont as every training session would end with Raphael telling him to take a walk. It’s a week’s worth of walks before he finally works up the nerve to go to Luke. Simon’s not stupid okay, he knows walking into a wolves den is a dumb idea but it’s that or hanging in the cemetery near the hotel and he’s not about to be that kind of vampire.

After his excursion with Luke he returns to the Hotel with bullet holes in his shirt and a smile on his face. It feels like the first time since this entire mess that he’s genuinely enjoyed himself. Pretending to be a psychopath and then pretending to die being the funnest thing he’s done in a while may be toeing the line of self deprecation at it’s finest but he’s not about to over think it. He wants to enjoy the moment as long as he can.

Except fate, or better yet, Raphael has other ideas about how Simon should find entertainment. He gets grilled on the bullet holes (“You let him shoot you!”) and then on the wolves (“I’d ask if any of them hurt you but clearly I have my answer”) and then he gets yelled at (“HOW COULD YOU HAVE POSSIBLY KNOWN YOU’D SURVIVE THAT?” “Well..” “SHUT UP”), then he gets yelled at in Spanish (“¿TIENE ALGUNA IDEA DE LO ESTÚPIDO QUE ERES?”).He eventually gets let go with a long suffering sigh and the threat of “If you don’t start taking care of yourself I will make sure you’ll value your life next time”. Which is one of the most aggressive forms of promoting self-worth that Simon’s ever experienced.

He’s lying in his bed that night (well technically day), going over Raphael’s words. He  thinks about what he was trying to say (well … yell) and Simon gets the weird idea that  Raphael may actually care about him. The realistic part of his brain realizes Raphael would actually be in trouble if he’d let Simon die. Clary would totally avenge his death and she’s scary when she wants to be. The part of his brain that’s clinging to any form of humanity idly wonders if Simon’s rubbed off on Raphael. If Raphael actually has a soft spot for him. It’s a practically school-yard levels of crushing on someone but Simon enjoys it. Enjoys the complicated-ness of the feeling. It’s hard to pinpoint. It doesn’t drive him against his will like everything else he’s been feeling lately.

He goes to sleep that night(day) and dreams, for once not the darkness of his grave but of Raphael’s dark hair. Or more specifically, running his fingers through Raphael’s dark hair.

At this point he should be having a sexuality crisis but thats such a human thing to worry about.

Good thing he’s not human.


Training sessions become a lot easier after the whole Luke-shooting-him thing. Simon learns to rail himself in a little more. Not having his fangs spring out the moment he gets slightly excited is nice. The hunger, thats a little tougher to control but he gets there. It’s gruelling hours of sitting still while a glass of blood is placed right in front of him. And he’s not allowed touch it.

He fails instantly the first time Raphael practices this with him. However after a few more tries his willpower gets stronger. It takes longer for him to crack each time. Raphael said he was impressed at one point. Simon barely bites back telling him that concentrating on Raphael’s voice instead of the blood makes it easier. Instead he accepts the compliment with a (thankfully) fangless smile before they move on to sparring.


“Interim Chapte–WHAT?” Simon exclaims, he can not believe this. “You heard me” Raphael says, his smirk is so big Simon wants to punch it off his face. With his mouth, because Raphael looks infuriatingly hot when he smirks. “What does- What does that even mean?” Simon asks incredulously.

“It means you’ll be assisting me with my duties” Raphael replies, still looking so fucking smug. Simon calls total bullshit.

“Y'know some people might think you made up that title to keep me around” Simon spits that out because he apparently can’t stop himself from digging his own verbal grave.

“Stops you from getting involved in Shadowhunter business” Raphael shrugs and Simon so hates him right now but he hates himself more for what comes out of his mouth next.

“Nah I think you just like having me around”

Raphael actually hesitates before throwing out a “Don’t flatter yourself”. And well if there’s anything Simon Lewis is good at it’s being given an inch and taking a mile.

“No you totally like me. You think I’m the best. You think I’m handsome and witty an-”

“Don’t push it fledgling” Raphael growls and Simon knows he’s getting under the elders skin.

“That’s Interim Chapter-whatsamajig to you” Simon corrects him and for a moment it’s very silent before Simon notices Raphael’s lip twitch and HOLY SHIT HE’S SMILING. Like real smiling not that stupid fucking 'i’m-better-than-thou’ smirk he always has on.

Before Simon can comment on the miracle that just happened right before his very eyes Raphael gives him a shove and leaves as fast as he came.

Holy Shit.

This is the best day of Simon’s Undead Life.


They’re totally bros now. Really they are. Simon makes Raphael watch movies with him and Raphael shows him cool places to visit at night without any mundies around. Y'know bro things that bros do. Bros share clothing right? So Raphael wont mind if he borrows the suit. Because they’re bros now. Totally bros.


“Is that my suit?”

Simon’s fucked.


Simon flops down next to Raphael. If he needed to breathe he’d be totally out of breath by now.

“Y'know…” Simon starts, breaking the comfortable blissed-out silence.

“Dios not even sex can shut you up” Simon elects to ignore that comment.

“That suit looks way better on the floor than it did on either of us” He finishes before looking over to gauge Raphael’s reaction. Raphael glances at the suit then over to Simon. He cracks a small little genuine smile and Simon can almost feel his heart doing loop-di-loops. “I can’t disagree with that” He says and Simon’s own smile is almost painfully big at this point.

“Finally something we agree on”

“I wouldn’t go that far. I mean the suit would look nicer if it was properly stored in my clos-” Simon shuts him up with a kiss. Now’s not the time for arguing. Or anything that isn’t them and what they’ve become.

what just happened

movie: the maze runner
character: newt/reader x reader/newt
rating: comical, bit fluffy references to smut
plot: a strange device turns up in the glade that swaps bodies over unfortunately two best mates end up swapping bodies and have to try to act like each other till they work out how to get back 

newts pov

the glade was quie like normal now i was putting the tools back in the shed from gardening today when i hear a voice behind me “evening shuck face” the female voice says i know who it is my best friend here Y/N technically she did just insult me but thats what he do and before anyone thinks anything no i don’t like her as more than a friend sort of alright i do its the only girl how can i not “evening klunk brain” i say in reply turning to face her we both then walk of to get some dinner sitting with minho, thomas and chuck just discussing normal stuff till the alarm for the box went of it’s late today we all run over as the box opens there’s not much in it just one small thing in the bottom alby jumps down and gets it its a small metal object looks odd like nothing i’ve ever seen before there’s a note on it that alby reads out “this should mix stuff up a bit, two people alone together in a space then activate” he reads 
“so who’s gonna see what it is” gally asks at my side 
“suggest Y/N she’s good with the weird stuff” i say its true using the window into the maze Y/N analysed the grievers helping us to understand them she was good with weird stuff  
“sure” alby says passing it to her “but on no condition activate it” at that everyone begins to disperse after a while of talking to some of the guys i look around for Y/N but she’s not around she must be in her room with the thing so i bid the guys goodnight and go up to her room in the homestead i don’t bother knocking  as i often don’t and just walk in and sit on the bed she’s working with the thing on her desk looking deep in her work “hey” i say

“hi” she replys not turning or even moving at all

“so what you found out about the thing” i ask 

“nothing” she replied

“what do you mean nothing” i ask

“i have found out nothing” she says turning to face me “this thing is sealed shut i cant open it there’s no clue as to what it is now get out” she says

“why” i ask

“because apparently two people in a room makes this do something i don’t what to activate it by accident with you in here as well newt i don’t have a clue what it will do” she says

“well how do you activate it” i ask

“from what i can tell each person holds a end of it press the button on the top and it does something” she says 

“well why don’t we try” i say

“no you heard alby on no condition are we to activate it” she says

“but if there’s nothing more to do why not try if it messes up we learn if alby asks it went of by accident” i say

after a long time of Y/N obviously thinking “what the hell” she says standing up with the object in her hand we both take one end of it and stand ready to find out what the hell it does she presses the button and i blacked out oh god please don’t say im dead oh Y/N you killed us or maybe not my eyes clear and i stand but everything seems strange different i can’t quiet but my finger on it though i look at my self to see if i have and injuries and what the hell i have tits what the bloody hell i look around the room to see a boy tall blonde laying on the floor passed out he then wakes up and looks at me confused “oh god” he laughs but its Y/N’s voice “im in your body and your in mine brilliant” he/she says

“what the hell thats me” i ask

“yeah newt this is what you look like” im just gonna go with Y/N says

“what then im in you” i ask

“yeah, now get over here and lets get back to our real bodies” Y/N says

we both then get the device and hold it like we had before i press the button and nothing Y/N then pressed the button and nothing “please don’t tell me this is happening”Y/N says

“what, what what’s happening” i ask

“if my assumption is right were stuck like this we can’t change back” Y/N says 

“then what are we gonna do” i ask

“i think we will have to stay like this till i can work out how to get us back” Y/N  says sitting back down on the chair working with the thing again i just sit back on the bed busy admiring this new form running these hands around everywhere to see what this bodys like i cant help but stare at this new chest 

“NEWT”Y/N shouts

“what” i ask

“stop it” Y/N says very annoyed 

“stop what” i ask

“stop staring” Y/N says

“ im not staring im investigating” i reply 

“well cut it out, you’re not gonna have that body for long so just sit quietly and dont touch anything” Y/N says very angry how can i just sit quietly i have time in the body of a girl how can i not be curious i’ve never seen any girl but Y/N   well i probably have i just don’t remember.

“i cant help it Y/N im curious im sure you are” i say to Y/N

“no im not newt, i don’t care about what your body looks like i have to work on getting us back into our right bodys before you get a bit too curious” Y/N  says sighing and yawning obviously tired

“if you want we can go to sleep and work all day tomorrow” i say

“fine but we both have to stay here we can’t risk someone finding out what’s happened” Y/N  said standing up and walking over to be sat on the bed beside me or well her this is confusing 

“so how are we gonna do this” i ask

“i dont know i hope i can fix us tomorrow but if i can we need some rules as we don’t know how long its gonna take” Y/N says

“fine” i answer

“first hands off at all times for both of us no exploring okay

two we need a alibi as to why we will be spending so much time together and sleeping in the same room i suggest we are fake dating” Y/N says well i like that idea 

“fine were fake dating” i say rather happy about it i then move so im leaning against the headboard making a face to try and tell Y/N to join me in bed but Y/N just gets up and lays on the floor whatever this is gonna go well isnt it.

time skip

i was woken up by Y/N in my body a strange thing to wake up to she was shaking me frantically obviously somethings happened “what, did you work out how to get us back” i ask

“no slightly more important problem” Y/N said panicking

“way wow okay slow down that problem” i ask

“i need to bathroom” Y/N says

“so” i ask a tad confused as to the problem 

“do you need reminding newt im in your body your in mine” Y/N says 

“no i know that what’s the problem okay sure you need to bathroom so go” i say

“newt, think about what the problem may be” Y/N says

“no explain” i say

“one: the bathroom is a load of guys with there junk out a place i have made a promise never to enter okay

secondly: i can’t use the bathroom i dont know how to” Y/N says 

“what do you mean you don’t know how to” i laugh

“i don’t know how to use the bathroom with this thing” Y/N says “it’s weird”

“hey you said hands of no exploring” i say a bit concerned of she’s seen it

“yes but i need the bathroom newt how do you guys do it” Y/N asks

“im not explaining” i say

Y/N pov

“im not explaining it” newt says

“why not” i ask

“because you shouldn’t have looked at it Y/N i didn’t look at any of your stuff last night did i” newt says

“no you had a very look look and a feel around didn’t you” i say

“i did not” newt says sounding in pain 

“what’s wrong now” i ask 

“i dont know just a lot of sudden pains” newt says putting his hand on the bottom of my stomach oh no if its what i think it is im not changing back yet a while if its what i think it is and by the date i would guess it is my period brilliant if newts getting it not me now i want to see him tell me im over reacting like he always does now he can see what i have to go though “is it like a sharp pain like someone stabbing you with lots of knives” i ask

“yeah” newt answers laying on the bed girping my stomach  

“okay i have a theory, drop your pants” i say

“WHAT” he says very alarmed

“newt its my body drop them” i say again

“why” he asks

“because i wont know the answer till you drop your pants” i say “but keep your eyes shut i don’t what you looking newt” i say 

“fine” he sighs before undoing the pants i always wear and shutting his eyes okay i know just from the state of my knickers i know yep i started this morning okay even if i fix the device im waiting till after this week so he gets to know what it feels like i then put the pants back properly “yep as i suspected” i say smirking

“what’s wrong with me or well you” he asks

“my body is on a period newt you have to deal with it because you always say i over dramatise it so you deal with it now” i laugh 

“oh god does it hurt this much every time” he complains

“yep plus your gonna be bleeding and mood swings and cravings al that good stuff” i laugh happy its not me

“what am i met to do Y/N “ he asks

“well you need pain killers, tampons and bed” i say

“right what the hell is a tampon” he asks very confused  i then walk over to a draw in my room and get on out and throw it at him i can tell by the look on my face he has no clue “you stick that up your well my downstairs and blood doesn’t go everywhere” i say

“ah” he says dropping it out of disgust

“or you can but a special sort of towel in your knickers” i say

“option two” he says 

well this is gonna be a fun few days isnt it i just hope i can fix this thing and get back to my body and i still need the bathroom i dont know how im gonna get around having to see it oh god im gonna have to see newts,,,,thing  

oh great.

#2 Periods

Requested: Yes, the anon here did.

Words: 1496


You were laying on the couch waiting for your favorite show to come on. Honestly, that’s what you told yourself. But you weren’t even on the right channel. Your uterus was about to explode and that hurt, so you didn’t want to reach over to get the remote. But watching the horses was cool, too?
You had been on the couch all day, not really eating anything, because that included you moving from the couch. You knew Ashton would be home soon and he could be in a good mood or in a crap mood. Sometimes it went really well in the studio, he came home with that lovely smile of his, and he’d tell you all about it. But some days were the complete opposite. He would be tired and annoyed. Sometimes he wouldn’t even notice you, but just went straight to bed. It was annoying at times, because some days you prepared dinner, and he just went straight to the bedroom and passed out as a light. As you were thinking about these things, you heard the door creaked and then it was slammed a second later. You saw Ashton coming into the living room with a grumpy expression, but his face changed the second he saw you.

“You look pale, “ he established. You mumbled quietly at his comment. You weren’t feeling that well either. You didn’t like taking medicine for cramps, but today it was necessary. But the power of pills might have died out after the fourth hour on the couch. “Did you get anything to eat today? “

You shook your head. Ashton had bangs underneath his eyes. He was clearly longing after his bed.
“You can go to sleep. It’s okay. It’s only cramps. “ You said with a smile that wasn’t sincere. Ashton went the opposite way of the bedroom. He came back with a plate of cold pizza from yesterday and a whole bar of dark chocolate. He moved your feet so there was a place for him to sit at the end of the couch.

“No. You gotta eat, “ he said smiling. “Periods sucks, huh? “

“Like you would know. “ You said not caring about the food he put on the table. He chuckled.

“Get up sweetie. “ He moved so he could kiss your forehead. And you did. Because you felt better near his presence. He was like your own medicine.


You were just lying in the bunk. The cramps were coming and you were trying to find a position where you could actually fall asleep. You were going early to bed because of that damn period. Of course, it had to happened, but you really didn’t like it – especially on the bus. The guys were still playing in the arena, so you could hear the vague punkmusic playing, which actually were calming. You were so close to sleep tight, but then the boys came barging, waking you up. They’re were all four full of adrenaline which made them noisy and yelling. The headache were getting bigger and bigger as you heard Michael desperately trying to be the loudest.

“Y/N!” You heard Calums’ soft voice more clear than any other voices.

“In here! “ You yelled back, letting him know you were in his bunk.  You heard footsteps toward the bunk as you took yourself to your head, like that would miraculously cure the period headache. Calum rolled the curtain away so the sharp light made you scrunch your nose. Calum kissed your nose as a hello.

“You ok, babe? “ he asked with sweat trickle on his forehead. You shook your head with a sigh.

“If you get any closer, I will eat you. “ you said with a serious face, always meaning your words. Calum quickly figured out what was wrong. He kissed your lips, even though he barely touched them. You closed your eyes because you just wanted the loud band to go away and let you sleep. However, you knew that you couldn’t tell them to go away like that of their own tour bus.

Calums face showed up again. “The boys are gonna go out tonight. We wanted to invite you, but I’m guessing on a no? “ You nodded at his words. He looked towards the boys, that were out of your eyesight.
“Okay. I’ll stay here and we’ll watch a movie. “

“Calu-“ Before you could finish he interrupted you.

“Not because of you, dumbass. Because I want to watch a movie. And I’m tired. “ You sighed at his horrible lie, but let him stay. You wanted him anyway. You didn’t like people when you were on your period, but when it was Calum, it wasn’t bad.


You woke up feeling like crap. Headaches, cramps, backaches just to mention a few. Periods were the worst. You hated them, but your rockstar of a boyfriend almost hated them more. Growing up, he only had brothers which almost made him scared of the word; menstruation. But he had gotten better. Still wouldn’t buy tampons for you, but he could take you mentioning it.

You were lying on your phone in the bed, Luke quietly waking up beside you.

“Hey honey. “ His tired raspy voice almost made you want to jump on him and sex him up, but again… period. “Do you wanna make some breakfast? I’m hungry. “ That ruined it

“No. “ you said kinda annoyed. He knew that you were on your period. You told him.

“Please. “ You shook your head, answering no again. “Please. “ And then he started poking you. You ignored him, giving him the silent treatment.  “WHY? “ he asked a couple of times, without you answering him. He grew more and more annoying. You didn’t know what to answer. You just didn’t want to make food.

“Make it yourself, Luke. “ you mumbled, getting out of bed and moving towards the closet.

“Is it because you’re on your period? “ BAM! You turned your head. Poor Luke, he didn’t know what to say and what not to say to a grown woman.

“I don’t know, Luke. IS IT? “ You turned your head towards him, and he looked so innocent, almost so you couldn’t scold him. But you continued. “Because YES, my uterus is right now trying to get out by cutting in my belly, giving me cramps. My back choose to not let the cramps be alone on the hurt, and now my back hurts! And my brain apparently can’t take all of that, so I have the worst headache ever! “

Luke slowly crawled into the white duvets, making him almost disappear. “But NO, that’s not why I don’t  want to make you breakfast. It’s because you’re a lazy little shit who can’t even make breakfast for himself!! “ You yelled standing by Lukes feet.

Luke moved his way out of bed and moved close to you. You looked up at the tall boy with messy hair.
“I’m sorry love. I didn’t know it was that bad, jeez. I’ll make you some breakfast and you’ll stay in bed, okay? “

Michael: FOOD

Normally it wouldn’t be bad-bad. You would normally get your period, curse a bit to yourself and move on with your life. Sometimes you would even workout on your period. But this time was bad. And when you told Michael he insisted on staying home with you, but you wouldn’t agree wit it. So he went to the studio and you were sitting on the couch with aspirin and your favorite show, which was okay for you. You called in sick for work.

But of course Michael came bursting in, 20 minutes after he left the apartment. You sighed deeply, making sure he knew that you didn’t want to discuss it.

“Yeah, but listen to me, please. “ He walked towards you on the couch, since you just were sitting with your eyes glued on the TV. “The boys don’t really need me today, “ you furrowed your eyebrows at that comment, but let it slide. “I brought like six different kind of candy, chips and chocolate. “ He held up a bag from Target, which made a smile appear on your face. “And we’re gonna order pizza and watch any chick flicks you want to. No scary movies, I promise. “ He smirked because he knew you couldn’t say no now that he actually thought about it.

“Fine. “ you nodded with a smile so big, it almost made it impossible to say anything. Michael threw the Target bag filled with unhealthy stuff on the coffee table and tossed himself onto the couch, putting an arm around you.

“I already ordered the pizza, by the way. I knew you were gonna say yes. “ Michael said with a shrug smile without looking at you. You laughed at his confident attitude and couldn’t help but think about how lucky you were.

A/N: Okay, so this took a longer period of time than I though, but here it is. And just request something, because otherwise I’m gonna start making stuff up and thats hard ;) It’s becoming a daily thing, I think. so…. follow? if u want to… you prob dont :D idk.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do Harry and Ginny and ♖:Having their hair washed by your muse? one of them washing each other's hair :)

I know that the haircut scene is movie-verse only but BEAR WITH.

Harry had never really given much thought to washing his hair. When he’d been very young, Aunt Petunia had washed it for him, which had mostly involved yanking and tugging and very cold water and stinging chemicals in his eyes. As soon as he was old enough to open the shampoo bottles by himself, she’d made him wash his own hair and, like brushing his teeth or putting on clothes every morning, it just because a practical task, something that was just done, nothing special.

At least until two weeks after the war’s end, when Ginny had fixed his hair with a Look over the breakfast table and told him that today she was going to sort it out, once and for all. His time on the run had left it tangled, knotted and dirty, and even living back in a proper house with actual sanitation (a luxury he still wasn’t over) it hadn’t recovered yet. Physically, the rest of his wounds were well on their way to healing: he’d been lucky, in the end, to escape with mostly superficial injuries to his body. His mind was a different story, however, and his hair seemed to want to reflect that. It looked as terrible as his nightmares felt. No matter how much he washed it, it would not get clean. It was as though his hair was trying to be a metaphor for his whole mind, he tried to explain to Ginny.

“Alright, Lady Macbeth,” she said, filling a bowl with warm water.

She led him out onto the yard, sitting him in a garden chair and wrapping a towel around his neck. Then, she got to work. She rinsed and shampooed his hair over and over, working her fingers through the knots and tangles with such ease and gentleness that it was almost like having a massage, so far removed was it from the rough scrubbings Aunt Petunia used to give him. She was tender and patient but thorough, and as she rinsed, again and again and again, Harry felt as though it was more than just his hair she was fixing.

The water stayed at just the right temperature, warm but not too hot, and she was using her own shampoo, the smell comfortingly familiar to him. The sun warmed his face, and the only sounds he could hear were the chickens clucking around them in the garden, the occasional bumblebee humming lazily past them. They were the only two people in this world, and if he closed his eyes, he could pretend, just for a moment, that everything that had happened, hadn’t.

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My buddy, who was the one who convinced me to start posting on here and who was the only one who ever took the time to read what I wrote until now, asked me to write them a fic to do with this song. It’s a break up fic, so obviously it’s gonna be angsty, and this turned out a lot longer than I meant it to be - I hope you enjoy it anyway, bit different from the onslaught of fluff I’ve been posting lately! (Also, it’s set in the past, I always set sad/angsty things in the past for some reason- maybe so I don’t jinx anything…)

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