this picture used to cause me so much stress back in the day

anonymous asked:

I've just finished binge reading this whole blog :^) you're writing is amazing! 🌚💕 how would the rfa (+ V and Saeran) act around mc if she was super sensitive. Just by seeing something cute start crying, like as simple as a butterfly. Danks 👅💦

Thank you so much!! 

Yoosung

  • Everyone in the RFA had always made fun of him for being sensitive
  • But now they’ve met MC
  • They didn’t know it was possible for someone to be this sensitive
  • Yoosung thinks it’s adorable  
  • But he’s always nervous about making MC accidentally cry
  • Even if they aren’t upset while crying he’s just still scared of making them cry
  • And even though he is used to MC being sensitive about stuff he still freaks out when they cry
  • He’s the type to start crying by seeing people he cares about cry
  • But he always tries to hold back tears when he sees MC cry
  • But it doesn’t always work so sometimes they cry together

Jaehee

  • She didn’t know about this at first
  • How did MC even keep it from her for this long
  • She found out when the two of them went on a date at the park
  • They were sitting under a tree enjoying how calm it was
  • “Jaehee look”
  • Jaehee looked over at MC and they were feeding a squirrel who had approached them
  • She was about to comment on that this was cute but then she noticed that MC was crying
  • Immediately asked if MC was okay
  • “It’s so cute, Jaehee”
  • Jahee was so confused about why MC was crying. Should she be comforting them???
  • She moves closer to MC and holds on to them, causing the squirrel to run away
  • Which led to MC crying more
  • Not because they were upset that it left
  • But because it was too cute how fast it ran on how it’s tail moved
  • Jaehee makes sure not to be too alarmed if they see MC crying

Zen

  • He walked to the living room to see MC covering their face sobbing
  • He freaked out instantly ran to hold on them
  • “Sh, Babe, babe it’s okay. Tell me what’s wrong”
  • “I saw this video.. This video where this guy.. He risked his life to save a puppy”
  • What
  • He was so confused
  • “Ah MC I thought something bad had happened!”
  • MC showed him the video to prove that it was too touching
  • He didn’t cry but he agreed it was sweet
  • He still freaks out like this everytime MC cries over small stuff

Jumin

  • He was quick to get used to that MC cries over pretty much nothing
  • And he thought it was cute but sometimes got worried about MC crying so much
  • One evening they were relaxing in the living room they were both chatting with wine
  • But somehow MC had ended up on the floor lying in front of Elizabeth 3rd
  • Elizabeth 3rd rubbed her nose on MC’s nose before lying down by MC’s arm
  • This was enough to make MC start tearing up
  • And then start crying
  • Jumin asked them what’s wrong
  • “That was so cute, She rubbed her nose on my nose that means she loves me” MC said while half sobbing
  • This was the cutest thing for him
  • He was probably tearing up tbh
  • He loves when MC cries over Elizabeth being cute tbh

707

  • He would probably tease MC about it all the time
  • But the first time it happened he freaked out
  • He thought he did something that upset them
  • MC was holding their phone and crying and he grabbed them in a hug
  • “MC, What’s wrong? ”
  • “I just read that-”
  • “Read what? Did something happen?”
  • “That cows have best friends”
  • “…What?”
  • “They get stressed if they’re separated”
  • He couldn’t help but start laughing
  • He thought they were really upset about something
  • Nah just cows being pals

V

  • They were doing a photoshoot together
  • He would often let MC try to take pictures with his camera
  • They didn’t turn out very good but he thought they were amazing
  • Even tho he could barely see them
  • But it was a day where he was taking pictures of MC and then he heard them suddenly start crying
  • A small butterfly had landed on MC’s hand while V was taking pictures of them
  • He tried to take pictures of MC holding the butterfly
  • They didn’t get really good pictures since MC was crying in in each one
  • And MC sort of didn’t like professional photos of them sobbing
  • But V loved them

Sarean

  • When he saw MC cry he was ready to fight someone tbh
  • He asked MC why they were crying
  • “Saeran.. Can we get a munchkin cat?”
  • “What?”
  • “They have tiny legs and are so adorable can we please?”
  • “…Is this.. Is this why you’re crying?”
  • He really doesn’t understand Why MC is crying over small cats?
  • MC shows him a video of a munchkin cat running
  • Now he understands


A/N: Behold!! My shitty editing skills! 

Literally how I became happy.

A lot of you guys are always concerned about me because the more that I share, the more you realize I’m a real person with struggles and issues and I’m not 100% okay 100% of the time haha so I just wanna give an update and share some insight on how I’ve been doing and what I’ve been working on.
The hair cut is the visible part. The change is sooooo real. I look like a different person but I seriously FEEL like one. Surface changes: I live in Tennessee. I have short blonde hair. I’ve now dated two guys that I actually loved. I own a house and a car. Before, I lived in California, I had freaking long brown hair, I shared a mini van with four other people, I’d never been on a date and truly questioned whether I’d ever meet anyone that liked me for who I was, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life past like two years into the future and I felt like I would live with my parents forever. So a lot of big things have changed but honestly the biggest changes happened inside with less visible results. You can only see it in my smile and hear it in my words. But really you’ll see it in my actions over the next 12 months. It’s just the beginning.
I honestly don’t know where it came from. The last six years I have been so passive. My life has been happening to me. There have been some breakthrough moments where I learned a lot about myself and my confidence and self love, yes. I had some good times for sure. But as far as knowing what I want and where I wanna go, I was not good at that. I felt SO powerless and began to withdraw more and more, in my friendships, my career, our band, my family, everything. I shared so little each day, I had so few ideas, I didn’t create much, I only wrote when I was really upset or inspired (which wasn’t that often), I had no social life, no vision for myself, no confidence that anyone would ever love me and I just wasn’t living a rich life at all. I was an observer hoping that one day someone or something would come along and make my life actually enjoyable. I was constantly waiting. I journaled a lot and released a lot of emotion, that part was good. I just felt like I was living in a cave, stuck in the past, not doing much each day to actually experience life.
Then we moved across the country. *shock* *panic* *whoa*. That was the first time I was really shaken up.
Then I had my heart broken. Twice. I fell in love and both times it didn’t work out. I NEEDED that, to meet people who actually got me and appreciated my personality and loved all my quirks and my strange mind and how childlike I am. For the first time I felt understood. I wouldn’t change a thing. I was so closed off for so long and suddenly I was ripped open. Someone was asking for my time and attention and I had to give it to them. I was so scared but I really wanted to experience that side of life so I had to let those people see me and experience who I was. It was so good for me omg. I felt like my heart was shriveled and frozen before that, it had seen the sun maybe three times, but once that happened it absolutely bloomed. Not everyone has to fall in love to open their heart but for me that’s how it happened.
Anyway it was really intense and pushed me to the edge, dealing with that loss. I cut off all my hair. I just had enough. I was so drained. I had felt so vulnerable throughout my dating experiences, such a long period of trusting and hoping after so many years of doing the opposite, I guess I became a little over exposed. I pictured myself feeling tough and strong after a particularly intense weekend of fighting and I saw myself with no hair. It was kind of a crazy idea at first but it turned into a real desire. After a few days of thinking it over, I took the plunge.
What. A. Rush.
Suddenly I just wanted to feel alive. I went a little overboard but I did so many things. Concerts, road trips, bonfires, social plans nonstop, shopping, reinventing my style… I was really hurting during this time and I just wanted to feel better. I don’t regret doing so much but I’m glad I came down after a month and examined myself. I realized how much I was hurting and I faced it. I felt scared, hurt, abandoned, broken and vulnerable but it was comforting to identify that. Once you face it, you can feel it, release it and eventually let it go.
In October I realized I wanted more. I actually had dreams. Cutting my hair showed me I could have an idea, see it through and that it could actually go well! I wanted that on a bigger scale. I started writing again, all the time. I took an interest in my appearance again. Before, I just wanted people to think I’m pretty. Of course I still do but now it’s so much more than that. It actually is for me. When my outfit/makeup/overall look matches my mood, I feel so much more confident, comfortable with myself and ready to take on the day. Even in my work out clothes, I always try to coordinate them now and make them feel good because I know I just do more with my day when I feel confident and ready to put myself out there. You don’t need to look perfect AT ALL, in fact sometimes that can cause more stress because it puts more pressure on you. Just take the time to put yourself together and feel GOOD about what you’re wearing each day. It seriously makes a huge difference. And especially DO NOT wear anything that makes you feel bad. GET RID OF IT!!!! All your clothes should make you feel cute in some way.
Idk how this happened but I kind of just realized nothing is a big deal. The way I used to live, EVERYTHING was a HUGE deal. Texting a guy? Leaving the house? Spending 30 dollars? Calling someone first? All terrifying things I dreaded and avoided at all costs. I had to work through so much INTENSE anxiety when I first started dating, it was really sad how much that freaked me out and how much I had to work through just to get to a point where I felt comfortable going on one date or being the object of a man’s attention. I felt so incredibly unworthy.
Anyway, maybe it was the hair cut but sometime around then I just became really bold. Right now I feel like almost nothing scares me. My biggest fear is probably trusting people that have hurt me. That’s one thing I can think of that I’m struggling with and truly terrifies me, trying to rebuild broken relationships. I’m having help working through that. Other than that, there are so few things I won’t try, won’t pursue, won’t say to someone. I am becoming more bold, confident, comfortable in my own skin and sure of myself with each passing second. I just feel GOOD. Nothing is that big of a deal! Seriously force yourself to take more risks and you’ll quickly understand what I mean. You can spend weeks, months, even years fearing things and trying to predict what will happen but once you finally do them you’ll see just how unnecessary all that stress was. Nothing is that hard, that daunting, that permanent. Heck, even tattoos can be removed these days.
I think that was the biggest change of all so far: the removal of fear. Fear used to be the gas in my tank, it absolutely fueled me. Now it’s faith. I am so ON FIRE for my life!!!!!! I have so many exciting dreams I want to pursue, so much I want to create, so many places I want to go, things I want to experience, learn, master, people I want to meet and be around….. I love it all. I decide what I want and I go after it. I look at myself in the mirror and I smile. I’m starting to look as bold and unique as I feel. The long hair was beautiful and fun and maybe one day I’ll want it back but for now, it just feels too plain for how colorful and out of the box my mind is. I always used my mind a lot but I wasn’t exploring it much before. Now that I’m embracing my unconventional brain, I just want to express that openness and share it with the world.
Also I’ve noticed I’m getting disappointed comments from traditional, conformist men I never wanted to date anyway that used to love my hair 😂 so no offense but I was never interested in you anyway, there are soooooo many long haired women in the world you can comment on that you’ll probably never even meet but i’m just one less you need to worry about hahaha. All of the bold men that liked me before just like me more now. And I think it’s because I also like myself more! Confidence attracts confidence! I’m growing into the baller I was born to be and it’s just helping me attract more ballers 😂😂
BTW THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH HAVING LONG HAIR OR A MORE SIMPLE STYLE I FULLY SUPPORT IT. YOU DONT HAVE TO LOOK LIKE A CRAZY PERSON OR LIVE A WILD UNCONVENTIONAL LIFE TO BALL OUT ON EVERYONE THATS JUST HOW I CHOOSE TO DO IT HAHA. EVERYONE IS A BALLER IN THEIR OWN WAY I EMBRACE AVERAGE LOOKING PEOPLE AND WILD LOOKING PEOPLE, AS LONG AS YOURE LIVING A LIFE YOU LOVE AND CHOOSING WHAT TRULY FULFILLS YOU!!!!!!!!!!! WHATEVER YOU CHOOSE JUST LIVE IT BECAUSE YOU LOVE IT 🙌🏼
Anyway, I feel so much more confident in myself, men or no men. It’s funny cuz I finally stopped worrying about guys and now I actually interact with them the way I always wanted to hahaha.
I no longer rely on the approval of others to get through the day. I no longer feel paralyzed by fear every morning and night. I no longer ponder whether I’m worthy of a date or not. I no longer look in the mirror and sigh. I no longer think of the future as a blurry grey blob filled with hopelessness, uncertainty and fear. I know it will be whatever I make it and I am going to make it freaking phenomenal.
That’s a huge key, putting YOURSELF in the drivers seat. Forget this message of victimization. You are the person holding yourself down but YOU can be the one to lift yourself up!!!! Wow I just got a huge craving for meat loaf and mashed potatoes. HAHAHA. Anyway, put yourself in control. Ask God for guidance. Trust that you are taken care of always because YOU ARE. Embrace yourself. Stop thinking you have to be perfect. Stop thinking you’re unlovable. Realize how cool you are and how much you have going for yourself. Jump in and try things. Stop thinking you have to be “ready”. THE LESSONS OF FAILURE ARE FAR MORE VALUABLE THAN THE PRIZES OF SUCCESS!!!!!!!!!!!
On that note, go kill it. Embrace yourself. Blossom. Live. Come alive. You got this 👊🏼💗

anonymous asked:

"Go then!! Leave!! See if I care!!" scenario between RFA members + MC :)

(i legit cracked my knuckles before starting to write bc I just KNOW this is going to be a long wall of text filled with angst boiiiii… ALSO this has a sorta happy ish ending bc…… my mood is too high up to write pure angst???? crushes can destroy a person rip)

((also I didn’t write V?? because I love him and honestly I can’t… squeeze my brain to get a clear image of what he’d do??? if I find a good and actually logical reaction, I’ll add him later on- but this is already super long and all-sorry!))

Yoosung

  • it’s hard for Yoosung to express his anger in a healthy way
  • he’d usually just play LOLOL and beat up monsters until he felt calm, but…
  • he can’t quite do that
  • MC had told him clearly:
  • he’s spending so much time on the game, it feels like MC is living alone
  • deep in his heart, he knows it’s true
  • with the increasing difficulty of classes, he just… naturally dove deeper and deeper into LOLOL
  • when he counted back, how much time had he spent with MC…?
  • had he even spent time with them in the past month?
  • it’s just when MC asks him for what seems like the hundredth time if he’s going to turn off the computer
  • it’s that what just sets off the stress
  • he really hates the anger he can feel bubbling up in him, but he can’t even avoid it
    • “Will you shut up?! I’ve answered you before! No! How hard can it be to understand?!”
  • it’s hard to tell who’s more shocked
  • him or MC
  • “What- what the fuck, Yoosung?! I’m just trying to spend some time with m boyfriend! Is it that wrong?! Would you rather just me leave?!”
  • he replies without thinking too much
  • his head is too full of anger led by stress
    • “Nothing is stopping you! The door is there for you to leave!”
  • he wasn’t shocked when MC ran out the room
  • he…. knew he’d acted like an asshole
  • what shocks him is the sound of the front door being slammed shut
  • he suddenly feels all the guilt washing up on him and he calls MC
  • no answer
  • he sits by the door for hours, but they don’t come
  • a week passes
  • every time he enters the chat they leave
  • his grades are dropping, he’s gaming for longer, and he can’t remember the last time he even ate a proper meal
  • he could have probably collapsed when the second week rolled around
  • living off cereal and random energy drinks he bought and gaming all day
  • it gets his mind off the trouble
  • when MC finally comes back, it’s more for concern about his health
  • at first he thinks he’s reached his limit. he’s hallucinating- stared too much at a screen and fried his brain. it can’t be. it can’t be MC. it’s a prank
  • MC scolds him- how could he let it get this bad? he could literally collapse and probably even die!- and also hugs him
  • both feel guilty, and Yoosung can’t even stop crying and apologizing as he hugs MC

Jaehee

  • little by little her stress builds up
  • this recipe didn’t come out like she wanted
  • too much work
  • her CD player broke
  • small things add up and up and don’t ever go down
  • it probably takes a full month before she’s at the limit
  • and it’s like a delicate sculpture- even the smallest touch could shatter her patience at this point
  • and that little touch just so happens to be delivered by MC
  • it’s a small mistake
  • just washing the dishes and accidentally breaking off a mug’s handle
    • “Gosh, sorry love, I’ll put this in the trash before one of us accidentally cuts themselves with the jagged end-”
  • Jaehee hears nothing
  • this has been the most stressful and tense month of her life AND NOW THIS HAPPENS, AT HOME, WHERE HER CALMNESS IS SUPPOSED TO BE-
    • “Are you stupid? How could you just break it like that?!”
  • She speaks oddly calmly for someone who was holding back stress and let it all loose at once
  • and it puts MC off
    • “I- it was an accident, Jahee- you’ve, this has happened to you before too,”
  • that just makes things worse
    • “Now it’s my fault?! I didn’t even touch the mug- stop shifting the blame onto me, specially if it was caused by your own clumsiness! Get ou- just, out!”
  • jaehee doesn’t know what she herself means with out
  • she half expects MC to get angry and shut themselves in the bedroom
  • or maybe shut themselves in the bathroom
  • she just needs to be alone and MC is in the kitchen- out, out out!
  • what she didn’t expect was for them to literally go out
  • they rush to the bedroom, and a few minutes later the front door creaks open and 
  • they’re gone
  • MC is gone
  • jaehee purses her lips once she realizes this, but she tries to stand strong
  • she was mean, and if MC need time alone too, that’s ok, right?
  • a day passes
  • two days
  • a week
  • MC is clearly alive- sometimes entering the chat to deliver an important message or so, but leaving quickly without even acknowledging her
  • for some reason, she can’t seem to throw herself into her work to avoid thinking- that’s how distressed she is
  • her work becomes slow and sluggish, and she can’t even seem to concentrate on basic tasks
  • it’s hard, but for one time- after so many tries- MC picks up the phone
  • after two weeks, she’s hearing their voice again
  • apologies are flying all over when MC walks in- she’s prepared food, MC’s favourite drink, and she fixed the mug with some superglue she found on the store
  • she can’t even express how much she needs MC, and fully accepts the fault for the situation, while asking MC to maybe… stay….

Zen

  • always a rumor going around about him
  • he knows it can’t be helped, but it bothers him
  • MC says they’re ok! it’s bound to happen!
  • but each time a new fake rumor springs up MC becomes…
  • more distant
  • one day in the couch, Zen feels so alone
  • when was the last time he and MC kissed? or even held hands??
  • why is MC like this?
  • upon asking, MC just seems to feel awkward and shrinks into the couch
    • “I trust you and love you, but… It’s just… Those rumors, they bring up so many evidence, and I… I feel… No, it’s rude to say it, sorry, I’ll… Go to bed now.”
  • is that
  • is MC implying they actually believe he’d cheat?
  • and usually this would prompt to him reassuring MC that he loves them, that he’d never do that
  • but it’s just… those tabloids and news have brought him and his manager so much stress lately, so much problems-
  • and now MC believes them?
  • he feels like he’s been punched in the stomach
    • “Wow, you trust those kinds of people more than me? Your actual boyfriend?”
  • MC turns around at this, and quickly tries to clean up what they said
  • they didn’t mean it like that
  • but seriously, the uncomfortable feeling that built up with each news article seems to lead up to MC spitting out another comment
    • “No, it’s just, I trust you! I… I guess those fishy news outlets and crappy tabloids are just simply amazing at photoshop and can make a photo where you’re kissing someone else that easy, huh?”
  • what the fuck
  • what the fuck
  • his blood is heating up, and he sucks in his breath
  • MC is accusing him of cheating
  • he hasn’t done anything to deserve this
  • to be fair, he did have some beers before, and earlier practice was crappy and his day had been pretty stressful- he did have a fair amount of stress on his shoulders that caused him to snap
    • “Well! With that amount of trust we’ve got here, maybe you’re the one smooching others when you’re out- because you clearly share so much trust, huh?!”
  • MC raises their voice to his level- somewhat shakier- but standing firm
    • “I’m trying so hard to trust you! So, so hard! But we can’t even hold hands in public- I can’t switch from being completely cold with you to being lovey dovey at home- I’m a human! Guess what?! That and those pictures do bother me! It’s actually! Kind of stressful!”
  • that’s his last straw
  • nothing in MC’s words particularly sets him off- maybe it’s the whole thing, maybe it’s nothing
    • “Get out of my sight! If you’re going to be like that, I’d rather be alone in this house!”
  • cue dead silence
  • both of them are clearly regretting their words- maybe not as much as they should, due to the boiling-hot blood pumping through their bodies
  • which probably causes MC to utter “fine” and slam the door as they leave
  • the first two days are hell, but Zen’s pride keeps him from trying to reach MC in the groupchat where they show up sometimes
  • a call they don’t answer, a message left in seen… his efforts to try and be level-headed are failing when it comes to apologizing
  • the second week, he’s desperate
  • he has received the worst critiques in his life about his acting by now- too stiff, out of character, spacing out in the middle of acting
  • and it’s that what prompts MC to go back after Jaehee worriedly begs them too
  • at first, when they unlock the door and go to where he’s sitting on the couch, it’s hard to find words
  • he hugs them out of reflex- god he missed them- and it’s time for MC and Zen to properly apologize before spending an hour on the couch muttering about how lonely and miserable they were without the other

Jumin

  • The argument is small at first
  • it’s about a little thing, nothing too big, and honestly, he can’t even remember what it was
  • he can’t even remember how it escalated like that
  • he remembers slowly getting more irritated with MC, voice ever so slowly growing in tone, frustration creeping up on him
  • he can’t really tell when the small argument became an actual argument
  • talking- if not almost screaming with loud tones- filled the penthouse
  • the guards were probably all incredibly scared, and in all honesty, they’d have the right
  • he wishes he hadn’t had so much wine before
  • all he knows is that when he woke up, MC wasn’t home
  • he felt panic. horrible, soul consuming panic- it was worse than when Elizabeth 3rd had gone missing
  • he calls Jaehee
    • “Deploy all my guards to comb the city for MC, look for any free ad space in big and noticeable places- if those are taken, offer a higher pay immediately- MC is missing, we need to find them right now, ask the design department to-”
  • a big sigh cuts him off
  • Jaehee can’t even understand what her boss is saying
  • his words are so fast and filled with panic they become a blur of sound
    • “MC is with me, Mr. Han. They seemed incredibly upset yesterday, and asked if they could stay. I… Have no business in asking you this sir, so I won’t, but if you and MC had a fight, it might be best to let them cool off for a while.”
  • those words feel somewhat like nails being laid on a coffin
  • he tries to communicate with MC to no avail- asking Jaehee to please relay a message to them is the only way to get anything to them, and even then, no reply comes
  • his work becomes a complete mess
  • his handwriting is incomprehensible, he shows up late to work, and his documents are full of errors
  • it’s so bad even Zen feels worried- which is a lot
  • the second the week ends, Jaehee knows this can’t go on and arranges for Jumin to meet MC at her place
  • even though he feels awkward and out of  place in his employee’s house (and probably so does Jaehee), the chance to talk and see MC is a certain yes
  • he brings so many gifts as apologies- anything and everything he saw that reminded him of MC, from clothes to electronics- and it almost is too overwhelming for them
  • apologizing isn’t that hard when he is pouring out words without a filter- a consequence of being away from MC so much and finally seeing them again

707

  • Work, work, work, work, emotional stress, work, work, becoming cold, work, isolating himself, work, work, more work-
  • if MC had to make a list of what Seven has done the past days, it’d be that
  • completely enveloped in his work, not taking care of himself, letting his mental state fall down to the trash
  • even when trying, MC can’t help-
  • everything they do puts him off and he acts colder
  • it feels like back then, huh…
  • it’s too hard to brush it off
  • Seven’s usually odd but quirky humour wasn’t permanent- MC knew so much, and they loved even the somewhat cold and depression-riddled person Seven became
  • but… even this was a bit too hard
  • it wasn’t just being cold- it was plain rudeness sometimes, to downright ignoring MC
    • “Am I bothering you now…?”
  • MC knew the answer they’d receive- cleaning up the trash around Seven,being in the room; all that probably bothered him in his mood
    • “Yes. Get out.”
  • pressing their lips firmly, they stood up and packed some bags
  • was it petty? … probably.
  • but maybe it was for the best- a couple weeks alone would probably be what Seven wanted, right? and maybe going out and taking their mind off things would be good for them too, no?
  • the first day, Seven has already riddled their phone with calls, begging for an answer
  • he’s regretting it. he’s feeling like shit
  • but MC can’t just return yet- even if they feel bad for Seven, they have feelings to, y’know? they need some time too
  • so turning off the phone, days fly by and the small wounds on MC’s soul heal up
  • but the overwhelming guilt of leaving Seven for so long is unbearable
  • it’s not that it was even planned, but Seven can easily find them,and finally decides to show up to the restaurant where MC was planning on eating that day
  • he looks… better, but also worse
  • he showered and dressed in fresh clothes, and that’s an improvement
  • but the circles under his eyes are darker than ever, and he looks so lost and sad that it hurts
  • it takes all his strenght to not simply hug MC then and there, and cry
  • at first, MC fears they made it worse- now that they left, Seven will be colder than ever, he’ll hate them-
  • but it’s not… that bad
  • he feels like crap, too; for making MC feel so alone like that, and for acting like a stranger- he gladly assumes part of the fault and hopes to keep going on with the relationship
One Week (Connor Murphy x Reader)

TW: EVEN SMUTTIER THAN THE LAST ONE, swearing, a whole lot of innuendos

Words: 1,700 ish

Disclaimer: I may edit this a tiny bit more in the future. But enjoy, kiddos!


“Oh here they come,” Alanna groaned to the rest of your friends, spotting you and Connor walking towards the lunch table. 
“Wow, and a whole new gallery of hickeys to go along with it!” Jared nodded towards the faint purple bruises on Connor’s neck. 
“Ugh, seriously, can we stop talking about this? He’s my brother. The last thing I want to think about is him… doing it,” Zoe basically cringed at her last words. She folded up her half eaten sandwich, clearly having a loss of appetite.

You and Connor sat down, smiling. Your boyfriend slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.
“What were you guys talking about?” You asked curiously. 
“Oh, just how you and Connor can’t keep it in your goddamn pants,” Jared snorted casually.

“I mean, I’ve never heard Y/N complain-“

Zoe groaned. “Okay, that’s all I can take. Come on, Evan, let’s go eat outside,” she stood up and the blue boy followed. His ears were pink just from listening to the conversation.

“See? Even tree-nut over there can’t be around you two,” Jared remarked.

“What the hell do you mean, Kleinman?” Connor rolled his eyes. 
“I MEAN that we all know how much you guys fuck. My god, look at you; your neck could be a Picasso sunrise!” Jared laughed in between his words. Connor’s hand shot up to his neck immediately, in attempt to hide them.

“Every time we get together, you guys always leave early to have sex,” Alanna pointed out, taking a bite of a baby carrot.

“Do not! When was the last time we did that?” You looked at Alanna with disbelief.

“Literally last week we watched Schindler’s List at my house, and you sucked Connor off in the bathroom,” Alanna stated.

Your face turned bright red. Connor’s ears changed colour like a chameleon to match.

“Who the fuck gets turned on by dead Jews? You guys are messed up,” Jared joked.

You rolled your head back and groaned. “Ugh, you guys are exaggerating! We don’t do it that often.”

Alanna and Jared bounced back and forth.

“Last week. Schindler’s List.”
“Week before that, we went to the arcade. You guys left and had sex at Y/N’s house.”

“Week before that, we all went out to eat and you guys dashed before dessert came.”

“Ok, ok! I get it. We have a lot of sex. But what’s wrong with that?” Connor let out an annoyed sigh.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, scientifically speaking, but it’s just… annoying,” Alanna concluded.

“Yeah, I bet you two couldn’t go a week without having sex.” Jared took a sip of his juice box, giving you both a judgemental glare above the rim of his glasses.

“You’re on,” you shook his hand. Connor choked on his own spit, eyes growing wide.

“Wait, babe, are you sure-”

“Quitting already, Murphy?” Jared spoke as he reached out his hands to shake yours.

Connor gulped, looking between the two of you. “Ok. Fine,” he finally sighed.

Alanna checked her watch, “ok, so this time in exactly a week, you guys cannot have ANY sexual intercourse. That includes anything in sexual nature.”

You nodded with a confident smirk on your face.

Two days have already passed, and it’s been a lot harder than you thought. You have been so used to having little quickies and long nights with Connor, that you felt… frustrated. It was almost as if your nerves were just asking to be trampled on. Even worse, Connor was getting antsy.

You were at his house, in an attempt to study. But he couldn’t sit still. He was full of energy and in a pissed off mood.

“Connor, just come sit down,” you pinched the bridge of your nose with your fingers.

“I can’t fucking sit down. I can’t just sit, I-I need something,” he ran his hand through his long hair, pulling at the roots.

Connor had quit smoking after you two started having sex. When he smoked weed, he felt a release of stress. Then when he became intimate with you, he didn’t need that other outlet. Of course, you were over-the-moon when he told you that he had stopped smoking. And the sex wasn’t too bad either. You stood up from his bed, walking over to him and placed your hand on his arm.

“Look, I get that this is all a shitty bet made by Kleinman, but we have to prove to ourselves that this relationship is more than just sex,” you gave him an endearing look, searching his eyes.

Connor dropped his hands to his sides, nodding. “Yeah. You’re right,” he sighed softly.

The two of you were laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Do you remember that time, we were on a date, and you laughed so hard that soda came out of your nose?” Connor teases with a grin.

“Oh don’t remind me,” you giggled.

“I think that’s when I fell in love with you. I mean, who wouldn’t want a girl who has Dr.Pepper for snot?” He tickled your side softly.

“Ok, seriously, shut up. Remember the time you peed yourself in second grade? Yeah, don’t start shit, Murphy.” You jokingly growled back with a laugh.

The two of you continued to joke and share the odd memory or two. You reminisced on embarrassing moments, your firsts, and plans for the future. It had been so long since you two had just sat down spoke to each other. It felt… nice.

Connor must have been thinking the same thing, because when you looked to your right, he was looking right at you. There was something in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in a very long time. It was the look of genuine care and love. His pupils were enlarged and his eyebrows were relaxed. His mind looked like it was put at ease with something other than physical pleasure.

As much as you hated to admit it, Jared might have actually done something useful.

-

Time wore on and your patience grew both thick and thin. A week without sex was a week full of love and frustration. You and Connor took the extra time you had to get to know each other. But your time alone was the most frustrating. 3 days into the week, he had tried to sext you. Sending you teasing messages and pictures of himself that were not-safe-for-work. By the fourth day, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. When you sat near each other, his hand would run up your leg and be hiked dangerously north. By the fifth day, Connor’s eyes were glued to your neck. He stared at the skin that resembled a blank canvas. He wanted to litter it with bruises created by his lips. He wanted to make sure that everyone knew you were his. And by the sixth day, you couldn’t take it anymore.

-

Connor growled as he shoved you into his room, slamming the door closed. You attacked his lips, pressing so hard that he almost lost balance. Connor yanked your jacket off of your arms, throwing it on the floor. The zipper hit the floor, making a loud noise. But you didn’t care. Every sensation that wasn’t caused by Connor – faded into white noise.

He quickly grabbed your thighs, throwing you onto his double bed. He tucked his head in your neck, biting and finally creating a piece of art that couldn’t be graded. His hands quickly moved under your shirt, grabbing onto your breasts roughly.

“God, I fucking missed these,” he breathed out messily.

“Connor, w-what about your parents? W-What about Zoe?” you whispered in between hot breaths.

His hands grabbed your thighs and pulled them apart roughly, slipping his torso between them. “At work. I don’t fucking care about Zoe,” he grumbled against your skin.

You tipped your head backwards, letting your boyfriend catch up on all the missed time. Every tick, emotion, or outlet he needed was now all in for your pleasure. His anger built up from the week is pushed onto his muscles: carrying out the pleasure that he dedicates to you.

Connor sat on his knees. Stripping off his shirt, he presented the pale torso that you know all-too-well. You placed your hand on the line of hair beneath his belly button. You wanted to admire his beauty, but Connor had other plans. He attached his lips to yours and the two of you continued to remove your clothes, throwing them to the side of his bedroom.

His kisses trailed down your bare body. His movements resembled a waterfall, graceful and with a plan. He got dangerously close to where you wanted him the most. Slipping under the covers, he threw your legs onto his shoulders, burying his face in your thighs. He kissed up them, his nose nuzzling into the soft skin.

“I’m so lucky. So goddamn lucky,” he murmured.

You sucked in your breath, leaning onto your elbows as you watched his every move.

Connor kissed up your legs, and placed a soft kiss to your core. You hissed in delight, mouth hanging agape. Connor licked a single stride, smirking as you squirmed beneath his touch. He alternated between his tongue and fingertips, making sure to give you his undivided attention.

“You’re such a pretty girl, so so pretty,” he murmured against your heat.

You grabbed onto his locks, throwing your head back with your eyes closed. You could feel him humming the tune to your favourite song. You felt so close to the brim and then he pulled away.

Whining, you looked at him. Usually, he would give you 2-3 orgasms a night. But he was too eager to finish what he started. Throwing open his bedside drawer, he reached for a condom and slipped it on.

“Ride me,” he spoke quickly. You nodded and straddled him. You slipped him into you and rested your forehead against his.

-

Zoe walked through the front door of her house. Her mom and dad were at work, but had texted her to ask Connor what he wanted for dinner. Running upstairs, she was already dialing the number to her favourite pizza place.

She swung his bedroom door open, “Hey Connor, what do you want for- OH DEAR GOD.”

Advice for High School Freshmen

Hello! I finished up my freshmen year and I’m now moving onto being a sophomore. I thought I’d write you some tips based on my experiences since school is already close for some people. 

First Day Advice:

First and foremost, relax! The first week is bound to be hectic but after that, everything goes relatively smoothly. Honestly, when I went to go to class on the first day, I ended up walking into three different classrooms before finding the right one. I had no idea where I was going and if I made one slight change in my commuting from class to class, I would be completely lost. But of course everyone else was doing the same thing-panicking and getting lost. 

Don’t panic if you don’t know where your classes are going to be! I’m not sure about other schools but at mine, in middle school you would tour the high school three times. Still after those three times, I could barely remember where the stairs were. I promise that after the first day, things can only improve from there. By a week later, I knew where all the important classes and some extra rooms were. 

Seniors may be dicks to you. At my school, this ‘treat freshmen horribly’ trend only lasted the first day. After that, as long as you don’t threaten to punch someone in the face, you’ll be fine. 

Different rules- most of which aren’t even followed. Middle school is by far the strictest when it comes to rules. By high school, most of the rules disappear. For example, you have to have a clear water bottle because you can only have water. You know those clear sparkling flavored waters? Those aren’t allowed. Supposedly, you can only have water in my high school, but 75% of the girls bring in Dukin coffees every day. Nobody really says anything unless you have a strict teacher. 

Academic Advice:

For the love of god, do your homework! It affects your grade a lot if you miss a bunch of assignments and get zeros. At the same time, if you miss only a handful of them for the whole semester, don’t stress cause it won’t ruin your grade. 

Do well on tests and all that jazz. Same as before: don’t bomb multiple tests and quizzes and expect a good grade. But if you get a few tests back that weren’t up to your standard, don’t worry. Also if your teacher allows it, retake it or do corrections. 

Balance your studying time. Again, you’ll have to try and find a happy medium. It’s good to over study rather than under study, but it can wear on you quickly. Don’t stay up studying ‘till midnight for three nights straight because you’ll feel awful in the morning. And make sure you study the correct information because all that time would be wasted if you take the test only to realize that it’s on nothing you prepared for. 

Self Care:

Sleep is so important. I’ve never been one to follow a strict sleep schedule and I would pay for that on some days. I’d recommend 7-8 hours each night but if you can get 9+ that’s even better. Only get less than 6 hours if absolutely necessary. 

Take a day out of your week to fully relax. Do whatever relaxes you. Take a long, hot shower or soak in the bath with candles and a bath bomb. Cook dinner for your family or bake a mug cake. Draw pretty pictures or doodle in your bullet journal. Sleep a little longer than normal or take a quick nap. Have your ‘me day’ be as important as acing that test. 

Have a daily routine to wash your face, whether it be in the morning to wake you up or in the evening to feel refreshed. You don’t even need a face wash, although I’d recommend one. Try and wash your face every day or every other day. Trust me, it feels nice. 

Friends, Family & Relationships:

Let’s be real, you’re probably going to lose a few friends. Drama is sprinkled everywhere in freshmen year. Between grades, relationships, family troubles and a bunch of other short-term problems, losing friends is something that’s likely to happen. Now don’t freak out, it’s not like your friends are going to leave you and drop like flies. Who knows, you may not lose any. The first year of high school is also a good chance to see who your friends really are. 

But at the same time, you’ll make a bunch of friends. Seriously. I’m quite the introvert and haven’t made any new friends in years but I think I made around five friends freshman year.

Don’t be afraid of older kids. For my computer class, I was the only 9th grader. There was only two 10th grader, one 11th grader and the rest of them were 12th graders. Honestly that was one of my favorite classes. I obviously didn’t belong in this group of mostly rowdy senior guys but they were all so nice to me. I later learned that that computer class was stupidly easy and was basically a study period where you got college credit for doing nothing.  

Relationships- tread carefully. I’ve been told multiple times not to date in high school but I still disagree. Be cautious of who you date. Seniors are a big no no. See, I liked a senior and he liked me back, but we both knew we shouldn’t date (he was 18, I was 15) and he was leaving for college soon. We didn’t date, but being friends was good enough. Also, judge their personalities. Falling for someone who is a bad person or is manipulating is going to make life so much harder for you. 

Random Advice:

Bring a water bottle every day to class

Have an emergency bag with a snack inside :)

Eat a little in between classes if you can 

Make your lunch light because you may not have a lot of time to eat

Have a planner!! 

Sit in the front or the middle of the classroom 

Make sure you always have a few pens/pencils with you

Try and have at least one friend in every class

Explore clubs and other extracurricular activities 

Participate if you feel comfortable doing so 

Learn to get over grudges and beef with others

You may miss your old middle school life, but learn that you have to move on 

Remember headphones for when the nice teachers let you use them

^ Bring an extra pair for your friends who don’t have any of their own

If you’re gonna screw up, then screw up now while you still have time

And finally, just relax and have fun

Every Second of Everyday (Dan Howell x Reader)

Originally posted by shinyphan

Hey guys! I’m finally on break and finals are over! (thank lord jesus) so now I will be posting a lot more than I have been so I hope you enjoy and happy holidays!

xxx Megan

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Dan’s POV


 I miss her every second of everyday. I can’t help but wonder what she is doing and most nights I end up punching a pillow or screaming at the top of my lungs thinking about how I treated her. Thinking about how she left one night in tears. Thinking about the disgusting words that left my mouth that I would constantly throw her way. Guilt couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling that was devouring me when I thought about the fear in her eyes every time we were argue. 

 Y/N had left 2 years ago. I could never blame her though. I treated her with such disgrace and constantly regret everything I did to her. At first we were fine, an average happy couple, but then my career exploded and stress was running my life. And unfortunately I would take out all my stress and anger on her. Every night we bickered about something for a good 3 months. Then the bickering formed into top of the lungs screaming at each other until one of us ended in tear or had lost the will to fight anymore. The worst part is she was the one who stopped almost every single time. She was the one trying to desperately fix us and put us back together. And me being the dick I was just decided to ignore her and push her even farther. The night I came home and saw our bedroom only filled with my stuff didn’t surprise me at all. Hell I wasn’t even upset. That was until about a month later where I found the letter in her old underwear drawer.

 Dan,

 I bet you will either throw this in the bin, set it on fire or not even bother to read it but yet here I am writing it anyway. I’m tired. Dan I’m so tired of you complaining about shit and not even realize that the most important thing was broken. Dan Howell I love you so much and I feel like I always will but you are not willing to fight for the most valuable thing in my life. Us. If you’re not going to try to fight then I guess I should just give up too. I know it’s a shitty thing to just pack up and leave but I was already bawling writing this and I have to leave. If I talk to you in person you will make me stay and I can’t keep doing this. We’re broken. I’m broken. I’m done and so is our relationship. I can’t say I wouldn’t miss you holding me or kissing me or even looking at me cause we both know I’d be lying but I am doing this for you. You’re obviously caught up in work right now and I know how much stress and frustration you have bottled up and I know I’m just an obstacle in the way. I love you so much baby and I hope you have a good life without me getting in the way.

xxx Y/n

 I punched a hole in my wall that day. Anger filled my veins at the thought of her crying over an asshole like me, making her think she was justing getting in the way of my life. I loved her with everything I had and still do and yet I left her feeling broken and worthless. I miss her every second of every day. 

 I was currently laying in my bed, alone, staring at a picture of a beautiful couple. It was a tall, dark haired boy smiling down at a perfect girl with y/h/c. He gazed at her lovingly as her eyes were squeezed shut with a wide opened mouth on her face laughing at a dorky joke the boy had tolded her moments before. This was my favorite picture of us. We both looked so innocent and in love. So happy. My thoughts were interrupted as there was knock on my bedroom door.

 “Dan?” I heard Phil questioned on the other side of the door.

 “Yes?” I spoke weakly as I heard the door creak slightly. I heard a sigh escape his lips ashe walked over to me removing the photo from my hands.

 “Still thinking about y/n?” He spoke quietly as I nodded slightly. He frowned slightly looking at the picture shaking his head slightly. Y/n and Phil were so close when we were dating. Besides me she would tell Phil everything but since the letter neither of us had seen her. 2 years she had walked out of our lives and yet both of us remember it like it was just yesterday. Phil shook his head setting the frame down as he gave me a small smile. “Wanna go to the store with me? Get your head off things?” Nothing could make me stop thinking about her. 

 “Sure Phil.” I smiled slightly as I sat up from the bed.



Your POV


 I strolled down aisle 3 searching for eggs. pushing my cart slowly.  My eyes scanned as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I grabbed it quickly answering the phone call, not glancing at the caller ID already knowing who was calling. 

 “Hi honey.” I spoke still looking for the eggs.

 “WHERE ARE YOU?” His phone boomed through the phone causing me to wince slightly

 “A-at the store. We ran out of eggs and the recipe calls for 2…”

 “You knew all my colleagues were coming over at 7 and I told you to have dinner ready by then!” Ryan’s voice was demanding and loud as I reached down finally finding a carton of eggs.

 “All of it’s done except for the cake you specifically asked for!” I spoke harshly into the phone setting the cartons in the cart.

 “Don’t you dare use that tone with me young lady.” He hushed into the phone causing me to roll my eyes.

 “Okay Dad I’m gonna go now see you at home.” I hung up before he could say anything else. Ryan was my fiance, a well paid, intelligent doctor who thinks he is better than anyone who is younger or earns less money than him. Me being 2 years younger and a mediocre photographer makes him feel twice as powerful towards me. We had been dating for a year and a half and to say we weren’t in love with each other is an understatement. The only reason we were getting married was because his parents loved me and told him to “claim me”. Being the suck up he is of course he proposed. And me being the most awkward person just happened to say yes. I was so busy trying to place my phone back in my pocket I didn’t realize I was walking I ran face first into someone’s chest.

 “Sorry about that love.” A thick british accent spoke causing my breath to hitch. I’d know that voice anywhere. 

 I lifted my head up slightly to look at the stranger’s face as I met a pair of two familiar brown eyes.

 “D-Dan?”



Dan’s POV



 “D-Dan?” Her voice squeaked out causing me to freeze. It was her. Here. RIght in front of me.

 “Y-n?” She gave me a polite smile as she looked down at her feet, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, biting her lip, like she always did when she was nervous. I just wanted to pull her lip from her teeth and kiss her. But I’ll I could do was shuffle awkwardly and place my hands in my pockets.

 “H-how you been?” She asked quietly as her beautiful y/e/c eyes met mine once again.

 “I’ve been better…” I gulped as I saw a streak of guilt fill her eyes. “How about you? How are your photos doing?” She smiled slightly as she nodded slightly.

 “I finally got a job. Somebody saw one of the pictures and fell in love with it so they asked me to join their company.” I grinned at her happily. She had always been struggling trying to get her dream job but I had always told her she could do it. That was until all we did was fight…

 “See! I told you you could do it!” I spoke happily causing her to giggle. Oh how I had missed that sound. “What picture was it?” I saw her face freeze before she whispered 

 “The one of you and I…” I opened my mouth to speak when I heard another voice chime in.

 “Dan I found the… y/n?!” I heard y/n squeal as I saw her jump into Phil’s arms

 “Philly!” 

 I felt a pain in my heart as I watched them hug before she pulled away. Phil looked at her gleaming as he suddenly noticed something that I hadn’t.

 “Are you engaged…?” My eyes immediately darted to her left ring finger where a sparkling diamond ring sat. No. I thought to myself. She can’t be. That should be MY engagment for her. I felt my heart physically break as nausea took over my stomach as I saw her nod slowly. She looked down at her finger before looking up to meet Phil’s gaze again. I felt my eyes become glossy as I looked down at my shoes rapidly blinking trying to keep from crying. Phil seemed to notice my pain as he quickly spoke up. 

 “Congratulations! Well Dan and I should be headed out. We have a bunch of editing to do tonight and we have to watch some new anime episodes as such.” I looked up to see y/n gazing at me sadly as she nodded understandingly. She pulled Phil into another tight hug before turning to me and opening her arms slightly. I wrapped my arms around her petite figure as she hugged me tightly. Her vanilla perfume filled my nostrils as she squeezed me tightly. She pulled away slightly before waving a small wave smiling a little. 

 “Bye guys.” Her sweet voice filled my ears one last time before I saw her turn and continue walking the opposite way. I felt a small tear fall from my eye as Phil placed a hand on my shoulder squeezing in reassurance. 

 “I’m sorry Dan….” He spoke softly causing me to shake my head and wipe my tears.

 “Don’t be…” I spoke, “I’m the one who left her go…”



Your POV


 The radio quietly played in the background as I drove to Ryan and I’s apartment. My mind screaming Dan’s name over and over again. I had never gotten over him and the disappointment in his eyes when finding out I was engaged broke my heart. As I pulled into the parking lot of the apartments I felt my mind become cloudy when I tried to think about why I was with Ryan and not Dan. Dan and I had so much in common while Ryan and I were polar opposites. Ryan didn’t have the sense of humor like Dan did. Ryan didn’t care for me like Dan did. And even though all Dan and I did was fight and bicker, at the end of the day, I didn’t love Ryan the way I loved Dan. I carried the bags of ingredients up to the apartment where I opened the door to reveal multiple doctors and nurses filling up the living room. Sophisticated conversations were being spoken as laughter filled the room. I dropped the bags on the table causing a few to glance over at me and Ryan to notice my arrival.

 “Took you long another! Everyone I would like to introduce you to my friend y/n!” I stared at him blankly

 “Fiance.” I spoke angrily only causing Ryan to roll his eyes and nod softly before grunting out 

 “Yes… my future wife.” I scoffed before turning back to unload the bags when something caught my eye. The walls were empty. Nothing was hung or displayed on any wall of the house,

 “Ryan!” I spoke loudly over the voices making everyone go silent and turn their attention towards me once again.  

 “What?!” He spoke harshly, obviously annoyed by me interrupting his company for a second time.

 “Where did my pictures go?”

 “What pictures?”  

 “Oh I don’t know THE ONES THAT I TAKE FOR MY FUCKING JOB THAT WERE HANGING ON THE WALLS EARLIER!”

 A snotty brunette then piped up.

 “Job? Ryan I thought you said she was a lawyer not a picture taker.”

 “Photographer.” I gritted my teeth trying to calm my anger before turning my attention back to Ryan. “First you don’t want to announce me as your fiance and now you’re embarrassed by my job?!” I shrieked angrily as Ryan just chuckled. 

 “Y/n, I have a very important job and so do all these people. I didn’t feel telling them about your hobbies.” I felt my blood boil as he spoke.

 “Well you know what. I’m sorry I didn’t graduate from a fancy college with a perfect GPA. I’m sorry I don’t make as much money as all of your “perfect” friends but I’m not fucking sorry for who I am or what I enjoy doing. I like my “unimportant” job thank you and I know lots of people who support me.”

 “Oh yeah like who?” 

 “Like Dan…” 

 “Seriously y/n?! You’re bringing up that loser again! He doesn’t do anything either. Worthless piece of….”

 “Don’t you dare finish that sentence Ryan…” I spoke in a low, demanding voice. “Plus I know one thing Dan has that you will never EVER get.”

 “Oh yeah what’s that?”

 I looked down at my ring before sliding it off my finger and slamming it on the table “My heart.”

 “Y/n you’re gonna regret this…” I shook my head staring at him dead in the eye

 “Actually this is the best decision I’ve ever made. Have fun at your fucking party Ryan.” I pushed through the crowd grabbing my keys and open the door as I hear Ryan call from behind me.

 “You walked out that door y/n you can never come back. Do you hear me?! You can just send someone to get all your shit.” I stopped dead in my tracks before calling back.

 “Gigi will be here tomorrow to pick it up.” As I walked out slamming the door. I quickly rushed down the stairs as I reached my car hopping in and rushing down the street driving to the first place that popped into my head…



Dan’s POV


 “Phil make some popcorn!” I shouted from the living room as I searched through the TV for the episode we were gonna watch when I was interrupted by a knock at the door. Who would be delivering something at this hour I thought as I slowly stood up and walked down the stairs. I reached the door unlocking it slowly to be met with a petite girl. Tears filled her y/e/c eyes as her y/h/c hair was tangled slightly. I opened my mouth slightly as I stared at her standing at my door. I never thought I would something as beautiful as this moment. Even with her ratty hair and her makeup slightly smudged under her eyes she still managed to be the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. I felt a smirk creep on my lips before I let out one of my remarks trying to lighten the mood.

 “Long time no see.” She giggled under her breath before I heard her mumble.

 “God I’ve missed you.” Before I could respond I felt her grab my shirt and tug me toward her. I felt her moist lips connected with my slightly chapped lips as the taste of her cherry chapstick invade my mouth. My hands found her waist as I tugged her inside with my closing the door by pushing her back against it. I tugged on her bottom lip as I pulled away smiling. She giggled resting her forehead on mine as I whispered.

 “I thought you were engaged?”

 “I was.” I grinned before reconnecting our lips

 I missed her every second of everyday. That was until she was mine again. I ended up marrying that girl. To ensure, that I wouldn’t have to miss her anymore.

7 Years

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: It’s been 7 years since you walked away from the love of your life.

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, bullying


You watched the little girl with brown hair and blue eyes play with the children around her. 7 years old was her age. 7 years ago was the last time you saw the love of your life. 7 years ago you caught your fiance cheating on you. 7 years ago you were about to tell him he was going to be a father.

But all of that is in the past now. You were happy and so was your baby girl Isabelle Rebecca L/N-Barnes.

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I Was Wrong - Jughead Jones

Requests: Omg thank you so much for open book it is so so GOOD! I was wondering if maybe you could do one where jughead and the reader are dating and they get into a fight and the reader tells jughead “if you walk out that dint ever come back” and the next day jughead is in the hospital because he attempted suicide and they get back together and it’s just really fluffy

Hi there! So I really hope this was okay :/ I tried my best but obviously it’s a very sensitive topic <3

Warnings: angst, suicide attempt, swearing, sad cinnamon roll :C

Words: 3,812

This was too much for you. You knew that your boyfriend Jughead was getting in deep when he started his novel on the murder of Jason Blossom. You didn’t think much of it back then though. When he joined the Blue & Gold, you didn’t think much of it. When he started cancelling on you to go on sleuthing missions with Betty, is when you started to notice that it wasn’t all quite right.

It wasn’t that you were jealous, because you weren’t. Jughead and Betty had known each other for a long time, practically since childhood and you respected that. Nothing romantic had ever seemed to come from it though. You also trusted Betty not to hurt you like that, she was one of your best friends and was opting to stay out of relationships ever since her heartbreak with Archie, she wouldn’t risk it. 

No, you were worried that he was going to get himself in trouble with the law, or that the murderer who was running around town was going to catch onto the fact that he was on their trail and would off him before he had the chance to speak out. You were scared for Jughead in every living moment and he treated it so casually, was he not even concerned for his own safety?!

He’d also been spending less time with you. You didn’t want to be clingy but with the sleuthing for the writing and the writing for now both his novel and the newspaper, he just didn’t have enough hours in the day. The two of you had a special bridge, south of Sweetwater River where he’d asked you to be his girlfriend a year ago. It was your special bridge, and you would always meet there to just sit in comfortable silence, or talk and reflect about what was going on in your lives, think about the future and try and laugh through your existential crisis. You treasured those hours. They made you feel human, normal and alive in this crazy small town, which was being torn apart by this murder… piece by piece.

You hadn’t met there in weeks. You hadn’t kissed or embraced the boy you loved in weeks. Heck, you hadn’t had a proper, deep conversation with the boy you loved in weeks. That stung deep.

The car broke you. The car took it too far.

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Lost and Found // j.j.

Hi :) I’d like to request a jughead x reader. But it’s a bit sad. Like he tells someone about the reader, that she was great and he loves her and stuff. And when the person he’s talking to asks where the reader is, he tells them, that she disappeared a few years ago, but no one really bothered looking for her( for some reason, idk😅) And maybe they could all start to search for her? Thanks already

So i kinda strayed from the prompt a bit but I think it still turned out pretty decent. tell me what you think :)

Jughead Jones considers himself a private person, and for a while that privacy was never intruded upon. That is, until Veronica Lodge dropped into town out of no where, apparently the concept of ‘personal space’ didn’t exist in New York City.

It starts one day when Veronica arrives at Pop’s earlier than usual, sliding into the booth beside Jughead before he’s able to get his tabs open on his computer.

“Ooh,” Veronica gasps, pulling the computer to her, “who is that?”

“No one,” Jughead says gruffly, pulling the lap top away from her, “no one.”

Veronica’s argument is cut off by Archie and Betty’s arrival, Veronica’s attention being pulled away from the mysterious background on Jughead’s computer.

No one notices Pop watching the interaction.

The next time they’re in the student lounge, Jughead rereading through old message threads, sighing at the amount of them that were unanswered from her.

“What’s got you so invested Jug?” Veronica asks, sipping her coffee casually.

“Huh?” Jughead looks up, locking his  phone quickly. “Nothing.”

“Is it that girl again?”

Archie perks up.

“Girl? What girl?” He asks.

“He’s got some girl as his background on his computer,” Veronica says, “I asked him who she was and he got all defensive.”

Betty’s eyes widen.

“Is she talking about Y-”

“She’s not talking about anyone,” Jughead cuts her off, eyes narrow, “okay? Just drop it.”

It happens in the span of three seconds, Kevin diving for the computer residing in Jughead’s backpack while Archie holds him back. Kevin hands the lap top to Betty, who opens in and turns it on meticulously.

“Good luck getting in,” Jughead says, “everything’s password protected these days.”

“If V is talking about who I think she’s talking about,” Betty mumbles, typing something into the computer, “I knew it.”

Jughead’s curses himself, his face pale as Kevin and Betty stare at the screen.

“I was right,” Betty says, turning the computer around to face Veronica and Archie.

“Oh my god,” Archie says, moving himself off of Jughead as he looks at the screen, “that’s Y/N.”

“Who’s Y/N?” Veronica asks, curious as to why the other four suddenly looked like they’d seen a ghost.

“She’s…well she-”

Jughead cuts Archie off by standing up, grabbing his lap top and shoving it in his bag as he heads for the door.

“Jug it’s o-”

“I can’t,” he cuts him off again, “not right now, not here.”

“Juggie,” Betty sighs.

“Meet me tonight at Pops, ten o'clock,” Jughead says, halfway turned from the group, “I’ll tell the story then.”

With those words he leaves, Veronica still stunned.

“What the hell just happened?” She asks.

“You opened Pandora’s box,” Kevin replies, “he just needs time to process it.”

Veronica arrives at Pops exactly five minutes after ten o'clock that night, not wanting to seem to eager. Archie sits next to Jughead as an offering of moral support in case the boy needs it, Betty and Kevin somehow making room for Veronica to fit in the opposite side of the booth.

“I don’t even know where to start,” Jughead sighs, shaking his head as he looks out of the window.

“Do you want me to?” Betty offers gently.

Jughead nods, tugging his beanie down nervously.

As Betty begins telling the story, Jughead fishes his phone out of his pocket, thumb scrolling through the message thread until his eyes land on the beginning of the end.

I just have to go, Jug. I can’t explain. I’m sorry.

At least tell me where you’re going, please.

I can’t. I’m sorry.

Y/N please, I can’t do this without you.

I’m sorry Juggie. I love you.

I love you too.

(two days later)

How are you doing? Are you okay?

Please just tell me if you’re okay.

(two weeks later)

I don’t know if you’re still getting these, but I love you and I just want to know if you’re okay.

(a month later)

I still love you.

(six months later)

Today would’ve been our anniversary. I hope you’re okay, I love you.

(present)

I’m okay.

Jughead stares at the message dated one day ago, his heart pounding in his chest.

After almost a year of silence, two words cause everything to come rushing back. All the feelings, the anger, the stress, the sadness, everything.

“They were in love,” Betty’s words bring Jughead back into the conversation, swallowing hard.

“I still love her,” he speaks, taking a deep breath, “I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”

“I knew you missed her, I mean, we all do,” Archie says, “but I didn’t know she was your background.”

“She wasn’t, for a while,” Jughead shrugs, “when she was here she was, and then after she left I changed it. It hurt too much. And then a few weeks ago I was going through some old pictures to try and delete some to clear out memory space and I found that one and I just…” Jughead shakes his head, running his thumb over his lip, “she was so happy, I mean, she was pissed when she found out I was taking pictures of her but she was so…breathtaking. And the next thing I knew it was suddenly my background, and I couldn’t bring myself to change it. Not again.”

“So she just…left?” Veronica asks, intrigued.

“She came to me and told me that she had to leave,” Jughead says, “personal reasons. I think it had something to do with her mom but honestly, I don’t know.”

“And that was it?” Veronica asks. “She never contacted you?”

“Not until yesterday,” Jughead says without thinking, causing all four heads to whip towards him.

“She called you?” Archie asks.

“Texted me,” Jughead sighs again.

“You kids sure are here later than usual,” Pop says, standing in front of the booth.

“You kicking us out Pop?” Archie asks with a smile.

“Nah, course not,” he smiles as well, “just got some night staff that aren’t accustomed to seeing five teenagers in here this late, no big deal.”

“We’ll be out soon,” Jughead responds, causing Pop to nod.

“What did she say?” Betty questions.

“I texted her a while ago, telling her that I hope she’s doing okay,” Jughead says, “and she texted me back yesterday and said that she was okay, that’s it.”

“Did you respond?” Kevin asks.

“No, course not,” Jughead shakes his head, “I’m not gonna blow up her phone with questions. All I really wanted to know is that she’s okay, and she is. That’s all that matters.”

“We should go look for her,” Veronica suggests, murmurs of agreement bubbling up from the other three teenagers.

“Are you crazy? Guys, no,” Jughead says, “if she wants to be found, if she wants us to know where she is, she’ll let one of us know. This isn’t an elaborate game of hide and seek this…this is her life. We’re not just gonna barge in and ruin it.”

“You’re still protecting her,” Archie says, “even after everything that’s happened?”

“Of course I am,” Jughead says, shrugging slightly, “I love her.”

“We should get going,” Betty says, looking down at her phone for the time, “it’s almost midnight, we have school tomorrow.”

The group make their way out of the booth, Jughead’s almost out of the door when the sound of his name coming from Pop’s mouth stops him.

“Go on,” he waves at Archie, “I’ll see you at home.”

Jughead takes a bar seat, resting his chin on his hands while he waits for Pop to finish up an order.

“What’s going on Pop?” He asks, eyebrows scrunched together.

“I heard you talking about Y/N,” he says, drying his hands on a towel and pushing a cup of coffee towards the boy, “she messaged you?”

“Yeah, just saying that she was okay,” Jughead nods, taking a sip of the drink, “I wish…I wish she was here though, I miss her.”

“You’re not mad at her?” Pop asks.

Jughead shakes his head, putting the cup back down on the counter.

“I’m not, strangely,” he replies, “I mean, I understand why she did what she did, she didn’t have a choice. And yeah I wish I could’ve done something to change it but I don’t blame her for what happened, all I want is for her to be okay and happy. If she’s happy then I’m happy, as cliché as that sounds.”

“You’re not mad at me?”

Jughead swears his eyes pop out of his head, his boy whipping around to see her standing by the entrance, dressed in a waitresses outfit with strands of her hair falling out of her bun. She looks just as beautiful as the day she left. He glad he put the coffee cup back onto the counter, because it would’ve been smashed to pieces on the floor had it been in his hand.

“Y-Y/N?” He stutters, his breathing heavy.

She half smiles at him and he almost falls off of the stool.

“I’m dreaming, this is a dream,” he mumbles, “what are you doing here?”

The words come out harsher than he meant, her gaze dimming slightly.

“No I meant,” he shakes his head, sucking in a deep breath, “what I meant was what are you doing back? I thought you left for like…good.”

“I guess I’ve got a lot of explaining to do,” she shifts her weight, “I can meet you after my shift gets over if you want, we can talk.”

Jughead’s reply is cut off by Pop.

“You will do no such thing,” the man says, “the two of you will sit in a booth and talk, I don’t care how long it takes.”

“Pop my shift starts in three minutes,” she says, glancing down at her watch.

“Don’t care,” he shakes his head, “this is way more important. Sit sit, Chris will cover if need be, it’s not like it’s busy here at midnight on a Thursday, sit.”

Knowing there was no use arguing with the man, the two teenagers sit across from each other, Jughead barely blinking, as if he was staring at a hallucination he thought would leave if he looked away for too long.

“It’s okay, Juggie,” she says, reaching her hand out to touch his, “I’m here.”

“Oh my god you’re here,” he rushes out, intertwining their fingers together as he stares at her, “you’re really here.”

“Don’t hate me,” she whispers, looking down at the booth, “I’m so sorry Juggie.”

“Hate you?” He asks, shaking his head. “Y/N I could never hate you. Believe me, I’m sad that you left but I don’t hate you.”

“I should’ve told you I was here,” she says, “I should’ve done a lot of things differently, I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” he catches her gaze, shaking his head, “stop apologizing, seriously.”

“I missed you Jug,” she sighs, “so much.”

“I missed you too, more than you know,” he replies, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

“I got all of your messages,” she swallows, “I just…couldn’t bring myself to answer, not after knowing what I did. And then I got back here and I was looking through them and I…I guess subconsciously I wanted to talk to you. I hit send before I really even knew what I was doing.”

“How long have you been back?” He questions.

“About two weeks,” she says, “doing online classes and a couple shifts a week here for some extra cash.”

“Who are you staying with?”

“No one,” she replies, “my mom gave me enough cash for an apartment downtown, she pays the rent monthly, everything else is up to me.”

“You’re living by yourself?” He asks with wide eyes.

“Don’t give me that look, I’m fine,” she rolls her eyes, “I’m seventeen Jug, I can take care of myself.”

“Of course you can, it’s not that I don’t think you can’t it’s just,” he shrugs, “seventeen’s kinda young to be on your own, regardless of whether or not you can handle it.”

She shrugs as well, nodding a bit.

“I suppose, but I’d rather be here. She gave me the choice, I took this option,” she explains.

“This is insane,” he shakes his head, “I can’t believe you’re actually here.”

“So you keep saying,” she smiles, “get over here and hug me.”

He does as she asks, wrapping his arms around her torso as they stand in front of the booth, Y/N burying her face in his neck.

He still smells the same, she thinks, smiling into the hug.

“I missed you Y/N,” he whispers.

“I missed you too Juggie,” she replies, pulling back and looking up at him, placing a hand on his cheek, “is it too much to say I love you?”

Jughead breaks into a smile, shaking his head.

“No, not at all,” he says, “I love you, so much.”

Y/N smiles again, finally pressing her lips to his. Jughead kisses her back, cupping her face in his hands. Her hands rest on his chest, eyes fluttering closed. It was as if somebody flicked a switch and happiness came rushing back into her life when he touched her.

“God I missed that,” he says breathlessly, “I missed you.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she replies, a soft smile on her face, “well, except to start my shift.”

“I’ll stay with you,” he says, “keep you company.”

“Don’t you have school tomorrow?” She asks, placing a hand on her hip.

Jughead rolls his eyes.

“I’m already way ahead in all my classes, I can afford to miss a day,” he says, smiling.

Y/N rolls her eyes as she grabs an apron from under the counter, tying it around her waist as he talks.

“I should probably call Archie,” Jughead mumbles, pulling his phone out of his pocket, “tell him I’m not coming home.”

“You’re living with Archie?” Y/N asks, topping off his coffee.

“I have so much to catch you up on.”

“I’ve got all night,” she smiles again, Jughead’s heart lifting at the sight, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Workout (m)

inspired by this particular gif (credit to @/natka9721)

i swear this boy is out to kill all of us but stay strong just like that last button on his shirt 

Rated M 

Word Count: 3469

Jeongguk x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: Jeongguk’s under strict instructions not to work out because it’s eating into the wardrobe budget and causing one too many malfunctions. As his stylist, you’re responsible for making sure he fits into his stage outfits, but when his urge to workout is unstoppable, you’re left with only one other choice to save your job.


The situation is dire, but Jeongguk doesn’t seem to be aware of even an inkling of your desperation as you run your hands over his chest frantically.

“Damn it Jeon Jeongguk, did you work out again? I literally just replaced all the dress shirts in your stage outfits with a size up just last week! And Jungyeon unnie will kill me if I tell her your blazer needs to be altered, again. Didn’t manager Sejin tell you that you weren’t allowed to work out anymore??”

He doesn’t seem to be listening to your mini rant as he checks himself out in the mirror behind you, admiring the smokiness of the eyeshadow smudged on his lids, and running a finger along the sharp crease of his jaw before adjusting the mic headset around his ear.

You give his nipple a sharp pinch and he yelps in response. He has the decency to look a little guilty as he shifts his gaze to your face, and fiddles with his bottom lip in hesitation.

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BTS Reaction - Arguments with their S/O: requested

Anonymous said: So I was wondering what would make BTS upset/angry enough to start a fight with their gf? (like what reasons would cause arguments between u 2). I hope I didn’t confuse u and bother u by asking that 😅

Hi! I hope you like it. I do not own any of the gifs :)

Jungkook:

He would get mad that the two of you could never spend time together as a couple. He felt that whenever you two would make a plan to spend time together, it would fall through because he had to stay at the studio, or you needed time to work on a project for work. When Jungkook was mad, he would stay quiet and ignore everybody, including you. He’s the type to dwell on it, and wouldn’t give it up until he was ready.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry, I know I cancelled on you but let’s just move past it. I don’t want to fight.”

“Whatever, Y/N.”

Jimin:

Lately, you’ve been getting closer with your guy friends. Since Jimin is at the studio mid-morning to late night, you’re left on your own. A lot of the days, you’ll go a complete 24 hours without talking to anyone since he’s so busy with the comeback. Jimin knows, and blames himself because he’s gone a lot, but when you refuse to drop your guy friends, the two of you get into a heated argument.

“What makes you think I’ll ever cheat on you, Jimin? I love you for gods sake.”

“I know, baby, I’m sorry. I know I’m gone a lot. But you can’t be with them all the time. Where is Y/B/F/N? I’ll go insane knowing you’re with that one guy who never keeps his hands off of you. You’re mine.”

Namjoon:

If he feels like you don’t care about his feelings, things get a little worrisome. You are focused on your job and the two of you are apart a lot, despite sharing a house. He expresses his feelings towards you, and explains that it always feels like you don’t care because of how busy you are with work. The fights get resolved pretty quickly though, because the two of you have learned to take advantage of the time you do have with each other.

“How come when you tell me how you’re feeling, I try my best to help. But when I tell you how I feel, you brush me off?”

J-Hope:

You’re very mellow while he’s energetic. You can be energetic, too, but lately you’re just feeling quite tired. He says that you are never up to do anything anymore, and everything tires you out. 

“Hobi, I’m just tired. I don’t sleep well without you next to me since you’re always working overnight.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to be home at night more often, but in exchange can we just do something fun tonight? I know you’re tired but it’ll be nice to get out.”

V:

Not being able to get pregnant causes a lot of tension. The two of you have been trying for a year and there’s been nothing, except for multiple breakdowns where Taehyung has had to hold you while you sat on the bathroom floor, completely upset. Because there’s nothing happening, the two of you fight over what’s going to happen next. You feel like you can’t give him what he wants, and he feels like he’s not supportive and you think that maybe the two of you just need a break. It’s stressful, always hoping for a positive test.

“Now, what? What do you want to do? This is impossible, there’s no reason for us to stay together if we can’t make anything out of it.”

“Y/N, let’s just keep trying. We have each other, when fate decides for it to happen it’ll happen.”

Jin:

His parents are difficult to please. It causes a lot of problems when the holidays come around, because you and Jin want to spend time with each other and each family. The two of you don’t argue a lot, but this subject gets him on edge. He hates that the two things he loves most in the world - you and his family - are kind of at odd ends. You’re trying your hardest to become friendly with the family, and Jin hopes with time they’ll come to love you like he does.

“Why does your family not like me? Did I say something?”

“No, babe, of course not. They’ve always had this picture in their heads of what my future would look like. Give them some time to come around and they’ll love you just as much as I do.”

Suga:

The reason the two of you fight is because of how much Suga sleeps and works. He’s doing one of the two at all times - work then sleep. Sleep then work. It’s gotten to the point where you’re noticing that he’s not leaving time to eat - and when you bring it up he gets defensive. The two of you fight tooth and nail over it for days until you say something to him again.

“Please do me a favor and eat more during the day. I’ll even pack you a lunch. I’m really concerned that you’re not eating enough.”

“Y/N, I’m fine, I promise. You don’t need to worry, jagi. Although, I think having a sweet lunchbox like back in grade school would be awesome.”

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The Adventures of Todd and Granny

(Alternatively: “I Saw Granny Ethel with the Devil”)

Part I | Part II


Grocery Store



Todd the demon is a he, now, if only because Granny Ethel insists upon using copious ‘Dear boy, keep trying and ‘Atta boy!’ critiques to varying degrees depending on how well his needlework, crochet, and knitting attempts progress.

Gender isn’t a concept the demon concerned himself with before. If Todd had been, say, a girl named Tonya, he supposes he’d be a she instead. If Todd had been gender-neutral and properly communicated with his grandmother, he supposes she would call him they or child, appropriately. Granny Ethel isn’t one to discriminate. Even when she properly wears her glasses and sees his obviously un-Todd-like appearance, only shaking her head and smiling with a good-natured “kids these days” on her lips. But he wouldn’t mind if Granny Ethel called him boy, girl, thing, or abomination, so long as she stayed happy.

Granny Ethel is a patient woman. Todd simply can’t understand why or how she’d become the black sheep of her family, especially after a full week of living with her hospitality. Through the constant baked goods and the modest but satisfying three-meals-a-day; the careful (oh-so-careful) dusting of trinkets and bookshelves with tiny cloths and feather dusters not fit for large claws, which he insists upon doing while she looks on in worry before brewing more coffee; the midday television re-run breaks spent sealing cash donations into envelopes and discussing human rights issues instead of watching old shows, he simply can’t think of her as anything but a paragon of her kind.

It’s a problem with them, he concludes. Not her.

It isn’t a decision he makes lightly.

Spending such a brief time with her, he’s already learned so much more about humans than he ever would have cared to know, beyond perceiving them as vessels or a means to an end. There is much suffering in the world—sometimes even more than that in Hell—but there is also kindness.

He’s known that, but he witnesses it first hand during their first trip outside of Granny Ethel’s home.

“Come, now, Todd, we have much shopping to do. I’m afraid my pantry isn’t stocked appropriately for the upcoming food donation drive and I can’t just skip it this month.”

Todd remembers addressing an envelope to the local food bank—most people would stop there, figuring their good deed was done.

“I also have to stock up on this week’s groceries. Feel free to buy whatever you want, dear. I can cook anything, you know! At least, I try. I suppose you’d like some snacks, too. But I am so glad you’re here; think of all the bags we can carry between the two of us!”

There is no car in Granny Ethel’s driveway, or a garage to store it. He wonders how they’re going to make it to the grocery store as he waits for her to lock the door behind them, as she hobbles down the two small concrete steps with her cane in hand.

It isn’t until she’s halfway down the sidewalk that he realizes they’re walking. In public.

An old crone in black and a demon at her side, wearing a handmade shawl so lovingly stitched with various, terrifying occult symbols.

He isn’t the only one who sees a problem with this—the neighbor’s dog, a small, bug-eyed thing, yaps indignantly at them from the front lawn as it bounces around the dewy grass at its owner’s feet, soon erupting in warning yowls and howls, before falling silent mid-yip when Todd locks eyes with it. The neighbor—Maurice, if he remembers Granny Ethel’s gossip correctly—stands frozen, watering can dangling limp from his hand as he overwaters the begonias at his feet, mouth hanging open in undignified disbelief.

“Good morning, Maurice!” Granny Ethel calls with unmitigated cheer, and a hint of pride. “Nice morning, isn’t it? Oh! Have you met my wonderful grandson Todd? He finally came to visit! We’re going shopping now. Will you watch my house?”

Maurice simply stares, dumb with shock.

Halfway down the block, another neighbor’s car brakes with a squeal before they make it out of the driveway and they stick their head out of the window to gape.

Shutters crack open. Curtains are shoved aside.

Before Todd knows it, they are the cul-de-sac’s center of attention.

Granny Ethel doesn’t pay it any mind and continues obliviously on, waving to each face in turn as those faces pale, yet hers remains rosy.

“My, such a busy day today. I haven’t seen everyone out like this since the Fourth of July block party. Oh, if you’re still here during summer, Todd, we should definitely take part. Maybe we should start knitting an American flag for the occasion. What do you think?”

He can only nod.




They make it to the grocery store without incident—aside from the broken fire hydrant caused by a distracted driver and the one, single person who ran away screaming, and the handful that crossed themselves, and the one person bold enough to snap a picture with their phone before Todd grabbed it from their hands and threw it while Granny Ethel wasn’t looking, too distracted with how well the city’s roadside flowers were blooming—and Todd, ever the gentledemon, takes a small shopping cart from its line and trails behind Granny Ethel as she consults the list taken from her purse.

As expected, those within the store stop and stare. Even the calming elevator music jolts to a pause.

A young man in an employee vest, who looks high, shoots Todd the demon-horn hand sign and smiles before swaggering away to the frozen food aisle, and the manager meekly approaches them, skirting around a fresh fruit display.

“Ma’am, is there—is there something I can—do you need help?” he asks, sweating from his receding hairline to his neck as he tugs at his collar and straightens his frumpy tie.

“Oh! I’m so glad you asked. I didn’t see any sales circulars by the door—what kind of specials are on right now? Particularly on things like pizzas and cereals and whatever else young men like to eat.” Granny Ethel leans in close to the man, close enough to loudly whisper, “See, my grandson here is a quiet, shy boy despite his appearance, and I don’t think he’d ask me himself, but I bet he’d love to get some junk food to snack on between meals.”

The manager’s eyes widen, blood-shot, as he looks to Todd, who only smiles—which comes off as terrifying, he’s certain, with all the sharp teeth and red eyes involved.

“S-SURE! Junk food. Right. Um—uh, w-well, I think there’s a BOGO—buy one get one free—deal on the frozen pizzas. Uh…most cereals are marked down right now…th-there’s a sale on potato chips…hot dogs…” His voice trails off, too burdened with trembles and fear as he continues to hold Todd’s gaze. “And—you know, I’m sure some other employee can help you, ma’am. I’m not one anymore as of this moment. I QUIT.” That said, he yanks the flimsy plastic nametag from his shirt and runs for the door, followed by half of the shoppers who abandon their carts and drop their baskets, scattering groceries everywhere.

Granny Ethel watches him go, then sighs. “He must have been overworked and stressed. I almost walked out on a job a long time ago for the same reasons, but I needed it. You be careful of corporate America, Todd.”

He takes her words to heart, and he fully agrees.

Shoppers that remain in the grocery mart avoid them at all costs as they meander through the frozen food section, the bread aisle, the junk food corner—and Granny Ethel pays them no mind, filling the cart to the brim with refills of groceries she needs back at home and treats she thinks Todd needs more of in his life. He supposes he does, if she says he does. Far be it from him to contradict her adolescent-savvy wisdom.

Even so, the single shopping cart is far too small for all of the spoils—halfway through the shopping list, he finds them in need of another. It isn’t an issue. Many are left scattered, abandoned, around almost every corner. By the end of the list, both carts are full to the brim, and Granny Ethel is simply beaming.

The checkout lines are deserted—they have their pick. Although only one station is manned by a clerk, and it greatly narrows their choice.

As Todd wheels the two shopping carts to the register, he recognizes the young employee from before, who once again shoots him the demon-horn hand symbol.

“Love your poncho, dude,” Sam (as his nametag reads) comments with a bit of a tired drawl, and there are dark shadows under his eyes as expected from an overworked youth on minimum wage, but he is otherwise energetic, quickly scanning each of the items set on the conveyor belt, and smiling at demon and old woman in turn. “Did the little lady here knit that for you?”

“Crocheted!” Granny Ethel corrects with a grin, preening like a proud parakeet. “It does suit him, doesn’t it? Of course, I would never make something that didn’t suit my dear grandson. He must always be well-dressed.”

“You seem like a really supportive gramma. That’s cool. When I was in my super hardcore death metal phase, mine just dragged me to church every Sunday.” A digital beep accompanies nearly every word as he skillfully rings up each grocery down the line.

“Oh, I would never do that. Mainly because I no longer belong to a church. And also because Todd seems so averse to discussing Bible passages, so I never force him.”

At this, Todd gives a wry smile. He places the final handful of groceries onto the conveyor belt and sidles around Granny to the other side of the checkout, bagging the groceries that have already been scanned. It seems the official bag boy has fled in fright.

“I can imagine. Never one for religion, myself. Oh, and you’re eligible for the senior citizen’s discount, so let me just…” Sam pauses a moment to key in a code on the register and it dings. “Aaand, there. Your total comes out to $204.56. Stocking up for the winter already? It’s only March.”

“Oh, dear, no. Half of this is for the food drive!” Granny Ethel chuckles good-naturedly as she leans her cane against the counter and digs through her small pocketbook and produces a checkbook, then dives back in to search for her favorite pen.

Sam turns to Todd while awaiting payment. “By the way, dude, that costume is killer. I’ve never seen anything so realistic, with the added bonus that you scared the boss away! Totally made my day. My week, even.”

Todd gives a nod, happy to be of service, even if it isn’t a costume. He can’t exactly say it aloud. Perhaps one day he’ll learn how to speak English coherently, but for now nonverbal cues work just fine.

Finally, Granny Ethel finds her pink, plastic jewel-encrusted ballpoint pen and makes out a check to DeVille-Mart, even going so far as to take one of the heavier paper bags for herself, never one to make Todd carry all of the groceries himself. “You have a wonderful day, young man. Thank you.”

“Y’all have a great day, too, Ma’am.” Sam offers a toothy smile, and it seems sincere enough as he sees them off with a lazy wave “Hope to be seeing you shop here again.”

Todd isn’t so sure they’ll ever return once upper management hears about this visit, but it’s nice to know they are accepted by at least one individual.

“Now, Todd, let’s get to the food bank. We have such a long day ahead of us. But there’s a reward at the end of it—I bought ingredients specifically for chocolate turtle brownies!”

If the visit to the food bank is in any way similar to this excursion—and it will be, he decides, as yet another gawking driver’s car slow-collides with the corner vending machine when they pass through the automatic doors—they have a long day ahead of them, indeed.

anonymous asked:

Can I have BTS reaction when their girlfriend follows them all day, doing aegyo to ask for their dick ('cause she wants it so bad) 😂 thanks!

BTS Reaction to Their Girlfriend Doing Aegyo to Ask For Them:


Jin:

Jin had been busy for the past two weeks which meant the only contact you two had was strictly phone calls and occasional video calls. So when he had finally come home, it annoyed you that he decided to spend this time home cleaning or doing other house chores instead of spending time with you. He wasn’t ignoring you but you wanted to have him and he just wasn’t getting that. “Jinnie~” You cooed for the millionth time that day, giving him the cutest pout you could muster. The older male had caught on to what you were getting at but he found entertainment in letting you drag on. Moving closer to him, you locked eyes with him, that pout still plastered on your lips “You’ve been home for three days already and you haven’t touched me once.” With one last attempted, you squished your cheeks together. “I want you Jinnie, pleaseeee~” Jin chuckled, his heart already won over. “Anything for you, princess.”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Hoseok/J-Hope:

Something about him just never ceased to turn you on, from his sunshine like personality, his radiating smile, and the way he stole everyone’s attention when he danced. You found it hard to control yourself around him and it didn’t make it better that you knew just how amazing he could be in the bedroom. That dancer body of his sure knew how to work. He had dance practice today and you had tagged along, maybe being a bit too clingy if you had to admit it. You watched as he worked for hours, every hip thrust and body roll caused your cheeks to flush hues of red. “Hobiii” You called out, dragging out his name with a smile. His body came to a pause, chest raising and falling rapidly, sweat running down his face, even in this state he was perfect and it was just eating at you. “Yes?” With a smile, you pulled him over to sit. “Don’t you thing you deserve a little break?” You asked with a cutesy grin, your fingers softly trailing up his arm. “I guess, maybe i can just sit down for a few minutes.” You frowned and shook your head. “That’s not what I meant Hobii~ I think I can help you relax.” With an arched eyebrow, he looked towards you, a smirk on his lips. “And how are you going to do that y/n?” You laughed softly, creating a heart with both of your hands. “With my love, of course!” Though you tried to act cute, your eyes spelled out lust more than anything. “Then, show me how much you love me.” Hobi said lowly, opening his legs while shooting you a wink.

Originally posted by jhope-shi

Yoongi/Suga:

You felt as if you were being annoying but you didn’t know any other way to get what you wanted. Yoongi had been stressed out with work, you had been frustrated beyond belief and so intimacy was something the both of you could use. Now you just had to get him on the same page. You had been attached to his side, constantly trying to get his attention. “Yoon-” Your voice was quickly silenced as he began to talk. “Look, y/n, can you please stop being so fucking clingy? I have a lot of work to do and you aren’t making it an easier on me.” His voice had some bite, your facial expression falling into a frown. He had never spoken to you that way and you wanted to believe it was because he was stressed out but you couldn’t help but take what he said to heart. “I just thought we could both use some ‘us’ time.” You murmured, eyes prickling with tears as you tried to hold them in. His heart ached as he realized the situation and immediately regretted his words. “Y/n, I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean any of that, I just haven’t been in the best mood lately.” He looked up at you with an apologetic yet straight face. “What do you wanna do?” He said with a sigh, your cheeks turning red as you thought of your answer. “You, if that wasn’t obvious enough.” 

Originally posted by jeonbase

Namjoon/Rap Monster:

You had tagged along with Namjoon and the rest of the boys as they went place to place filming different interviews. You enjoyed watching the energy all the boys had while speaking about their love and appreciation for their fans and work. But you always kept your eyes on him. You loved the way he always included all the boys even when questions seemed to be directed towards him. He was such a great leader and person overall, you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to be able to call him yours. As the day went on, you couldn’t help but be turned on by his mind, the way he thought and the answers he gave that were always wholesome and well thought. It didn’t help that he was definitely serving looks like nobodies business this particular day. As you guys traveled from place to place, you never let his side, maybe even being a bit too clingy but Namjoon loved it. It wasn’t usual that you were this latched on so he was just sucking it up, being equally as clingy to you. The lingering touches, the way you were only calling him by a nickname, your cute faces and actions. “Babe, you seem different today. Is something up?” He murmured to you as you all stepped out the car to walk into the next building. Your eyes met his as you gave him a tiny shrug. “I thought it was pretty obvious what was up, Joonie~” You cooed gently back, biting your lip as you parted from him so the boys could set up for their next interview. You sat behind the camera, watching as the interviewer threw questions at the boys. With a smirk, you puled out your phone, sending Namjoon cute yet naughty messages. He felt his phone vibrating but ignored it as he didn’t have the time to check his phone. Your eyes met with his before you excused yourself form the bathroom. There you snapped a quick, suggestive picture, underneath reading, “I need you, Joonie oppaa~” A you walked back in quickly,pressing send and watching as he finally took out his phone in curiosity. His thumb quickly scrolled through each message, his eyes widening as he got to the last one. He couldn’t believe you had sent that kind of picture while in a public place. He looked back towards you with an amused expression before mouthing the word ‘home’.

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Jimin:

Jimin had been home for a few days, resting as he was finally given a break from all their promoting. You guys had finally been able to spend time together, the days had consisted of lame movies, cuddling, snacks, and just quality time overall. But it had been a while since you guys had been physical and you didn’t really know how to bring it up to him. “Jimin.” You cooed softly as you guys sat on the couch, laying your body across his lap. “Yes, y/n?” You looked up at him with a pout, your hands playing with the fabric of his shirt. “I’m bored, why don’t we have some fun~” Jimin looked down at you, his face obviously in deep thought. “Well, we can go out and do something?” He suggested, causing your eyes to roll. He definitely didn’t get what you waned. You sat up, straddling his lap as you looked into his eyes. “I want to have fun here though.” You whispered, nuzzling your nose against his cheek as you pressed your body against his. “M-maybe we can find something around here to do but their isn’t much but the tv.” You chuckled, leaning in to leave tiny kisses on his face hat trailed slowly down his neck. “I want you Jiminie~ We can have fun with each other.”

Originally posted by chimchams

Taehyung/V:

Saturday had rolled up and luckily Taehyung had a day off. You had wanted to spend the day with him but the weather had something different in mind. Due to the downpour, you and Tae were imprisoned in your home. You didn’t let this ruin the day though and instead went on a quest to pamper your boyfriend. He had been working late hours, coming home beyond tired, so today you felt he deserved to just stay in bed and rest. Tae noticed this care and accepted it with open arms, wondering how he had gotten so lucky. You started with breakfast in bed, making all of his favorites and presenting it to him clad in one of his oversized shirts. You knew he loved when you wore his clothes and you could see already that he was happy. As the day went on, you continued to tend to him, making him lunch, cuddling up to him, even giving him a much needed back massage. “Y/n, I don’t think I could thank you enough for today.” Taehyung murmured as you guys laid in bed, your body encased in his arms. “Well, there is one way.” You murmured, flashing him a large smile as your hand slowly trailed down his body to his waist. Tae’s eyes widened slightly before he gave you a knowing smile. “Ah-” You cut him off, standing up from the bed. “How about me and you take a hot bath Tae Tae~?” Within seconds, he was up, dragging you to the bathroom.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jungkook:

You had Jungkook had been dating for a while and of course the talk of taking the next step came up numerous times. Except, your boyfriend just so happened to be the biggest tease in history and would always get you worked up before leaving you to suffer and finish yourself. He always used the excuse of being busy or having to get up early the next morning for practice and you were fed up with it. Two could play this game and you were ready for your turn. You knew if there was one thing Kookie couldn’t resist, it was when you acted overly cute around him. It was something you used to get your way occasionally but of course he knew this. You spent the whole day holding his hand when you guys went out, giving him surprise kisses here and there, even calling him by his nickname more than ever. The male knew what you were doing but he couldn’t tell exactly what you wanted. “Baby, what do you want?” He asked with a smile as you guys finally made it home after a long day, the two of you sitting in your bedroom. “I want you, Kookie.” You whispered, climbing onto his lap. “We haven’t had us time in so long and I’ve been craving you..” Your voice cooed softly, your hands slithering under his shirt. Jungkook wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “You’ve been so adorable all day, how could I say no?” You giggled, your lips attaching to his neck as you pressed your hips against his. “Then don’t” Your kissed up his neck before connecting your lips with his. They molded perfectly together and from that pressure against your thigh, you could tell he was enjoying it. His hands went to work on your shirt, pulling it off quicker than you can react. Now to get him back. You pulled away, heavy breathing between you two, a smirk growing on your lips. “Don’t you have early practice tomorrow? Wouldn’t want you being tired.” You quickly rolled off of him, getting up grab a glass of water. “Get some sleep, Kookie~” He looked stunned for a moment before he got up with a chuckle. “That was hot.” He commented before grabbing your wrist. “But we both know you want this as badly as I do.” He said, dragging you back to the bed. “Now lets finish what you started.”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


-I really hope this was okay! Sorry for being gone for so long ;; School has been kicking my ass and I just haven’t had the time to sit and write. On a good note, I went to my first BTS concert on Thursday and it was amazing! I wish I could go back omg-

Passive Aggressive

Part: one

Jasmine was used to all the Aladdin jokes and the flashes of cameras. She was used to all the rumours and the ill concealed jealousy that floated around online.

She was used to a lot of things that came with One Direction. Well, that came with dating Harry Styles of One Direction.

But there were a few things she wasn’t used to. Like drinking orange juice with juicy bits, and waking up to a bed without Harry beside her.

A one shot where Harry’s a bit of an asshole and all Jasmine really wants is for him to show her his world.

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Bloom (1/?)

This has been a work in progress for quite some time. It started as a response to the fact that OUAT seemingly cannot have a normal pregnancy on this show without it being traumatic or otherwise very sad. This is the result. This series will be following the arc of Emma’s totally normal, only lightly angsty pregnancy that will end 100% happy. That is my guarantee. No prophecies. No speeding up. A super normal pregnancy.

As for the timing of posting this…well, we could all use some fluff, and I’m not letting reality get me down. So, presenting, “The Happiest Pregnancy Ever”

Also on A03.

Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.
-Rumi

Emma tapped her fingers on the table, her nails clack-clack-clacking on the wood with each downward press. She listened to the steady tick-tock of the clock, understanding with sudden clarity why Barrie had one haunt his interpretation of her husband. 

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Her husband wasn’t home. He was at store working his way down the list of things she’d hastily scribbled before he walked out the door. The list was long, and she didn’t really need half the things she sent him to buy, but she needed him gone, not anywhere near her while she processed the impending changes to their life. He would be home soon, which meant that she had to decide just what course of action to take.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The house was quiet. Whenever Henry stayed with Regina, there was a certain stillness to their home. Even when he was there, he opted to listen to music via headphones. He was teenager, meaning he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. She liked the quiet, sometimes. Other times, not so much. It reminded Emma of her time as the Dark One – the house barren, dead. 

It won’t be like that much longer.

Emma fingered the stick in front of her. It read “pregnant” in small letters. She sprung for the test that said pregnant or not pregnant. She didn’t want to take any chances with lines or ink. It was clear as day that way. No mistakes.

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Belle

“Could you maybe write an Harry oneshot where it’s the 1940s and he really is a soldier (like dunkirk) and you meet him while he’s serving?”

Okay, I actually enjoyed writing this one SO much, so thank you to whoever it was that requested it! When you read this, just picture Dunkirk Harry. You’re welcome. Also, there is definitely some smut.

Let me know what you think, and if you have any requests for future oneshots, you can ask me HERE.

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“WE’VE GOT A BLEEDER!”

Four nurses shuffled quickly into the army medical tent, carrying a heavy stretcher. There was a man lying on it, writhing and moaning in pain, his skin waxy and pale, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His eyes were closed, hands gripping the sides of the stretcher so hard that his knuckles had gone completely white. There was a hole in his trousers, and blood covering the area around it, rapidly seeping further and further into the thick, woolen fabric. Annabelle sighed, frowning, deepening the permanent lines that marked her forehead from months and months of stress. “Put him here,” she instructed, directing the stretcher onto one of the few free gurneys before shooing the other nurses from his side as she got to work. She was quick, and she was good, the best of the bunch, her hands working efficiently on the man before him. 

She unbuckled his trousers, giving them a sharp tug as she pulled them down his legs, leaving them bunched at his ankles as she turned her attention to his wound. “Right… Sir, I’m going to need you to just bare with me, alright? Stay as still as you can while I work,” she instructed, her eyes finding his. He opened his eyes for the first time since entering the tent upon hearing her soft but firm voice, looking back at her, his pained moans softening as he gazed at her bright blue eyes. There was something about them that comforted him instantly, maybe it was just because she was the first woman he had looked at properly in months, maybe it was because he missed his mother. Or maybe it was just because she was her, and there was something about her. Whatever it was, he was grateful, offering her a weak nod as residual tremors from the shock of the incident ran through his body. “What’s your name?” she asked softly. “Harry,” he croaked, his voice rough and laced with pain. 

“Alright then Harry, here we go,” she nodded, tying a strip of cotton tightly around his upper thigh, a little above the wound, the bleeding slowing almost immediately in response to the newly applied pressure. She bit her lip as she worked, her eyes squinting as she concentrated intently. She looked around, eyes searching for a spare ream of fabric to start blotting the blood with. It had been a huge day, and the next drop of supplies wasn’t expected until the morning. In the meantime, they were running dangerously low on… well, pretty much everything, and using soiled rags to clean a fresh, open wound would almost definitely cause an infection. Once the infection hit… Well, Annabelle had lost too many good men to even consider the dirty rags as an option.

She sighed, frustrated, beginning to unbutton her crinkled shirt, tugging it out from the waistband of her pants. Harry watched her, the pain in his leg slowly starting to turn to a dull thudding ache, the strip of tied cotton doing its job. “Yeh wearing pan’s. No dress,” he noted, slurring his words slightly, suddenly feeling incredibly sleepy as he struggled to keep his eyes open. “Pants are more practical,” she answered, pulling the shirt from her frame, leaving her in a skintight, white vest. “Harry, I’m going to need you to keep those eyes open,” she said firmly, a hand coming to rest on his cheek. He pulled his eyes open as quickly as he could manage, finding hers again, nodding up at her. She was beautiful, radiant, an angel. “Pretty,” he mumbled, grinning up at her. She offered him a tight smile, trying to ignore the flush creeping onto her cheeks. It felt good to be complimented, despite the fact that it was probably coming from someone who was delusional from pain. It had been so long since… well, any kind of normality, and for one brief moment, the stranger lying before her had made her feel like a giggling teenager meeting her sweetheart for a milkshake.

She pushed these sudden, disconcerting feelings aside, focusing on the matter at hand. “Oh god. Bullet’s still in your leg,” she muttered, peering closely at the wound as she dabbed at it with her shirt. “Harry. This is going to hurt. A lot,” she warned, picking up one of her few tools, pausing before going in. He let out a guttural yell, his leg jerking helplessly as the cool metal of the medical pliers dug into the raw wound. “Still,” she instructed, one hand holding his leg down as best she could as the other worked. She plucked the small, metal bullet from him a few minutes later, triumphant as she dropped it, along with the pliers, into a small steel bowl. “All done. All done sir,” she reassured, her hand coming up to press against his forehead. His cheeks were streaked with tears, skin even sweatier than before, body trembling. He leaned into her touch, her hand cold against his burning skin. “Than’you,” he mumbled. “It’s my job,” she murmured back.

They stayed like this for a minute or two, lost in the moment, the activity of the small, understaffed medical tent bustling around them. “Okay,” Annabelle murmured eventually, pulling her hand away and straightening up. Harry’s eyes opened, offering her a small smile. “Okay,” she repeated, ignoring his gaze as she went back to work on his wound. She cleaned it out and patched him up, wiping away the blood and dirt that covered most of the parts of him that she could see. Once she had finished, she unclipped the brakes of the rolling gurney his stretcher bed lay on, pushing him towards the section of the tent for recovering soldiers.

“There we go,” she hummed, pulling a heavy, woolen blanket up and over him, loosening the clothing that he still wore as best she could, tucking a thin pillow under his damp curls. “Try and get some rest,” she instructed, finding his eyes. “You’re going to be just fine,” she added, offering him a small but reassuring smile. All he could do was smile back at her, and although there was definitely still a throbbing pain in his leg, he felt comforted and safe by her presence alone. She turned to leave, hesitating before turning back to him, leaning over him to press a gentle but quick kiss to his cheek. “Was lovely to meet you, Harry,” she murmured, turning on her heel and leaving properly this time. His eyes followed her as she moved away, watching her journey around the tent as she checked on some of the other injured men, until he eventually drifted off to sleep.

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Annabelle shuffled around her small tent, changing into her nightie and pulling on her dressing gown, washing her hands and face in the small basin of water in the corner of the tent. As the head nurse, she had been awarded the solitary tent, and she was eternally grateful, glad to have a place where should could be alone and think after each endless day of hard, unpleasant work. She bent to light the candles by her bed, letting out a slow sigh as she finally began to relax. She would be up before sunrise tomorrow, and so now was the time to get as much rest as she could. She straightened quickly when she heard the sound of slow feet and crutches, turning to watch the entrance of her tent. “Hello?” she called, her voice hesitant. 

“H’lo,” she heard, the voice familiar, but she couldn’t put a finger on where she knew it from. “Jus’ me, Harry,” the voice continued, and Annabelle relaxed slightly, crossing to the tent entrance and pulling it back. “Hello,” she murmured, her eyes taking in the man before her. He was stood in a pair of woolen shorts and an army shirt, a bandage wrapped around the wound she had so carefully tended to. It had been a week since she had treated him, and while they had seen each other in passing, the pair had had pretty much no contact. That didn’t stop his face from popping in her mind whenever she got a second to think about something other than her work. “What are…” she trailed off, hesitating. “Come in,” she said eventually, stepping aside to allow space for him to enter.

He made his way in slowly, standing slightly awkwardly in the middle of the tent. She adjusted the tent entrance, tying it shut before turning to face him, her eyes filled with both confusion and curiosity. Her heart was beating faster than it had been before he arrived, and her cheeks felt slightly flushed. “What can I do for you? Is your leg alright?” she asked, her eyes flicking to look at the bandage once more.  “No, no… M’fine… I jus’- Sorry, wha’s yeh name?” he asked, meeting her gaze. “Oh! Annabelle,” she answered, a small, shy smile playing on her lips. She looked so different to him this way, her skin lit up by the dim light of the candles, her hair cascading over her shoulders, undone from it’s usual tight bun. “Annabelle,” he repeated, nodding. Her name coming out of his mouth sounded so good. 

“I jus’… I wan’ed to thank yeh fer wha’ yeh did. Fer bandaging me up and tha’,” he mumbled, glancing down at his thigh. “Oh. Well, you’re welcome,” she smiled, a little disappointed that that was all he had to say. She didn’t know what she expected, but there was something about him that made her want to just wrap her arms around him and hold him, and she wondered if he maybe felt the same way. “An’… I…” he trailed off, looking up at her face. She took a step towards him, their faces hovering close to each other. “Yes?” she asked breathlessly. He took a deep breath, and then went for it, leaning in and closing the gap between them, pressing his chapped lips to her soft ones. Her eyes widened momentarily and then flickered shut, pressing into the kiss, her hands coming up to rest on his chest. 

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Special Instructions (5/?)

Summary: Drunk Emma really likes pizza. She also really happens to like the cute delivery guy who seems content to carry out all of her wishes via the “Special Instructions” box on the website. (AO3)
Rating: E
Word Count: ~3200
Chapters: One Two Three Four

I love y’all and hope this little tidbit of humor and sexual tension cheers you up if you’re feeling down ~ ❤️🍕 

reader requested tags: @ilovemesomekillianjones @lenfaz @like-waves-on-the-beach @emmaswanchoosesyou @blessed-but-distressed @tiganasummertree

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Special instructions: tell me jokes, joke man

Things were going great with Killian despite the fact that they communicated almost solely through text message. She’d spent nearly the entire first week of November out of state chasing a particularly sneaky skip and she was pretty sure the number of texts between them had fallen into the thousands by now.

They talked a little about their lives, just little tidbits about their likes and dislikes and the gossip from their respective friend groups. Emma liked crime shows; the less scientifically accurate, the better. Killian was into sitcoms. They both enjoyed reading but where Emma loved horror and suspense, mainly every book Stephen King had ever written, Killian was actually into sensual romance novels. (He’d only been slightly embarrassed to admit it.)

David and Mary Margaret were trying to get pregnant, and Belle and Killian’s older brother Liam were pregnant; they’d practically just found out that she was 10 weeks along and Killian was psyched at the prospect of becoming an uncle. Ruby was getting over her recent heartbreak by beginning an interesting three-way relationship with a martial artist and a dog groomer, both women, both ridiculously head over heels for her. Killian’s buddy Will was inheriting a bar from his recently deceased boss. Regina and Robin were planning the most extravagant wedding ever, and by that she meant that Regina was planning the most extravagant wedding ever and Robin was passively agreeing with all her decisions. And Killian’s best friend Ariel’s Etsy shop was booming; apparently handmade mermaid tails and shell bras were in surprisingly high demand.

They learned quite a bit about each other. Their friendship was blooming…

But mostly they flirted.

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REQUESTED: Simon Imagine - SMUT. “Very smutty Simon Imagine. He’s super frustrated after his videos haven’t gone the way he wanted them to and he takes his frustration out with sex?”

I sat on the floor in the lounge of the sidemen house, surrounded by all sidemen except the one i’d specifically arrived at this house to see. We were all playing video games, waiting on the arrival of the take out we had ordered. “He’ll be down any minute,” Josh assured me half heartedly. “Probably just finishing a video!” I nodded and smiled politely, appreciative of the reassurance but still not convinced. Simon had been so stressed lately. He put way too much pressure on himself these days, constantly needing validation and approval from his subscribers. Admittedly, his dedication was admirable, but it was upsetting to not see my boyfriend anymore nonetheless. These days Youtube had become his main focus. I was spending more and more time with the other guys every time I came round here, I was lucky to even see Simon alone for a minute. There was no intimacy, no bonding; we hadn’t even had a sex life recently. 

Suddenly, there was a smash followed by shouting coming from upstairs. All eyes in the room turned to me as realisation kicked in that the noise had in fact come from Simon’s room.

“(Y/N)..this might be your queue to go to him mate.”

“I don’t know..he sounds busy-” JJ cut me off.

“It’s probably sexual frustration! He just needs a good, hard, long-” 

“Alright, JJ, we get the picture.” Josh stopped him before he could continue, lessening my embarrassment.

My face heated at Jide’s words, embarrassment instantly washing over me at the thought of Simon discussing our sex life with Jide - or rather, lack of it. I slightly wanted to pry, but I decided against it, not sure I would be comfortable discussing details with Jide and the rest of the boys. It’s not like I hadn’t wanted to be intimate with Simon - he just hadn’t had enough time and these days, neither did I. My thoughts were interrupted by more shouting and swearing coming from up the stairs.

“I need to go and see him don’t I.”

I was met with nods and shouts of approval coming from all the boys, encouraging me to stand up and head towards the stairs. 

Upon arrival at Simon’s door I felt slightly nervous, in case I was interrupting something. However I found the more he yelled the more I started to become slightly aroused. An angry, aggressive and possibly even dark Simon was a Simon I hadn’t seen before. My mind was instantly filled with sinful thoughts - It really had been too long.

“Simon?”

I opened his door slowly, cautiously. Simon was sat in his gaming chair in front of his laptop. His jaw was clenched. Frustration and fatigue ran through his face and along his features. His hands were on either side of his face, fists clenched in irritation. I stood by the door, waiting for his signal to come closer. 

Eventually he responded. His voice was rough as he forced out the words “yeah?”, not looking up from his computer screen. I edged closer towards him.

“What’s wrong? I heard you shouting..”

“What’s wrong? You know what’s wrong, I cannot fucking do anything right. Nothing is going the way I want it to and I fucking give up. I don’t even want to be doing this at this point. I just-”

He looked up and over at me, stopping his sentence suddenly. His eyes were inviting as they scanned up and down my body. I was suddenly intensely aware of my lack of clothing, as I had ended up wet and messy in a challenge video earlier and had been left wearing nothing but an extra large sidemen shirt. It was well suited to my body, clinging in the places that knew how to make Simon weak. This became more and more evident by the look on his face. His eyes became darker, his lip red from biting down on it.

“Simon? You just what?” 

I urged him to continue, however he just rubbed his temples, bringing my eyes to his fingers. They were long and thin. 

“Don’t do that.”

I moved even closer towards him until eventually, I was stood directly in front of him, my butt resting on his desk. Just out of reach.

“Do what?”

“Don’t look at me like that,” he sighed, rubbing his temples again. “With those innocent, puppy dog eyes. It makes me crazy.”

His voice was hoarse and deeper than usual, sending vibrations through the room. I focused my eyes on him, choosing not to respond to his comment. Only to keep looking at him.

“Fuck you don’t make this easy, you know that.” Suddenly there was an aura of aggression about him. He was becoming increasingly frustrated, his eyes still running up and down my body. “I’m trying so hard to get things done..fuck it”

He pulled me by my waist, sitting me down on top of him and kissed me with force. Hands roaming my body he sucked my bottom lip, running his tongue across it and eventually letting it roam into the depths of my mouth. I threw my left leg over him so I was straddling his lap, an action he seemed to approve of as a suppressed moan vibrated from his throat into my mouth. So much passion and heat was exchanged between our lips, both of us refusing to pull away. I tugged at his shirt. Without an exchange of words he understood my request, immediately removing the piece of fabric. I instantly moved my lips to his neck, his head falling back at the action, hands grasping tighter on the back of my thighs. I sucked on the skin, blowing cold air over the sensitive surface. This again caused a moan to echo from his lips. My skin heated at the sound of his vulnerability. Underneath me I felt him become even more vulnerable as only the fabric of his sweats separated his hard member from my skin. Taking advantage of this I bucked my hips, rotating them clockwise against his bulge. His hands moved to my hips, pushing me down onto him, desperately trying to eliminate all remnants of space between us. A smirk covered my face as I decided to tease. 

I ran my fingers down Simon’s chest, stopping just above the waist band of his Sidemen sweats. He inhaled deeply, his rosy lips slightly parting at the lack of contact. 

“Oh we’re teasing?”

Gripping onto the backs of my thighs he lifted me, my legs wrapping around his chest, and placed me onto his desk. He stood levelled with me and lifted my shirt, leaving me in just my underwear.

“I’ll show you teasing.”

His lips were warm and swollen as he pressed them against my neck, sucking the skin harshly just the way I had been doing to him. He moved them to my collarbones, and then to my breasts, leaving a cold tingling trail of his saliva along my chest. His hands moved to my thighs. I opened them, placing a leg at each side of his waist. He trailed his fingers up and down my legs, edging towards my panties until I began to squirm.

“It’s not fun, is it?”, he laced a finger underneath my leg onto my butt. “teasing.” 

He leaned in to kiss me and, resisting the urge to tease, I grabbed his face. He planted a single unfulfilling kiss on my lips before moving back to my neck, moving a single finger back and forth just above the waistband of my underwear. Occasionally he let his hand linger slightly underneath the lace, making my entire body jolt, however as soon as I showed a reaction he withdrew. 

I couldn’t handle anymore.

“Simon, please..”

I internally cringed at the desperation in my voice. A smirk covered Simon’s face.

“Are you begging?” His hand slid slightly into the top of my panties, tracing circles just above my clit. I bit down on my lip at the lack of contact. “I don’t hear an answer..”

I remained silent until he withdrew his hand. “Looks like you’re not that desperate..”

Grabbing Simon’s hand I whimpered. “Simon please. I’m begging”

His eyes glassed over, turning almost black in the glow of his room. Even in the poor lighting I could make out the evil grin on his face as he submerged his hands into my panties entirely, rubbing my heat in circles, making me gasp.

“Tell me how desperate you are baby.” He whispered into my ear, sucking my earlobe as he rubbed me underneath my panties. I whimpered again. 

“S-S-So desperate S-simon”

He increased the pace of his hand, moving his lips to my neck and sucking midwhisper. 

“Louder baby, I want to hear you scream.”

“But-But everyone’s home-” he cut me off, placing his lips on mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth and using his spare hand to grab my hand. 

“Who cares?” He whispered into my mouth. “I know you get a thrill from it baby.”

My head fell back as he lowered his kiss, focusing on my cleavage and down my stomach. My legs began to shake. 

“S-Simon, I’m close-”

He withdrew his hand, making me whimper once again. It was short lasted, however, as he lay me horizontally onto his desk.

“Just hold on for me baby”

Simon kissed down my stomach, running his tongue above my panties before using his teeth to drag them down my legs and throw them onto the floor. He harshly and suddenly placed his lips onto the place I was most sensitive, inserting his tongue into me. A scream escaped my lips and I felt him smile against me before returning to work, kissing and sucking at the skin. I bit down on my hand but he quickly stood.

“S-SImon please”

“I know baby. Just bare with”

He ruffled through his draws, leaving me impatient before eventually bringing out a tie and walking towards me.

“SImon? What are you doing?”

“You trust me, right?”

“Yeah, but-”

He pressed his lips to mine as a symbol of reassurance as he took both of my small hands in one of his, using the other to wrap the tie around my wrists. He placed my arms above my head.

“I wanna hear everything baby. Give me what I’ve been dreaming about for so long”

His words alone were enough to induce a moan as he moved his lips back inbetween my legs.

“Simon, oh my- i’m close”

He withdrew his tongue causing me to whimper again, however the loss was short lived as he pulled off his sweatpants and underwear. Throwing my head back the air was sucked out of me as he inserted his dick inside of me, not hesitating to begin thrusting at a fast pace. I screamed in pleasure several times, forgetting for a minute that I was in a house with six other boys. For the third time tonight I felt my stomach twist and my legs shake, a sign I was close, however I stayed silent through fear of being deprived once again. 

The feeling appeared to be mutual as Simon’s thrusts became sloppier and his grip on my body loosened.

“Babe-I’m close” his voice was shaky, showing how much pleasure he was in. I screamed once again as waves of ecstasy ran through my entire body, shortly followed by groans from Simon as he released.

“Oh-my God.”

The sounds of our panting filled the room as Simon pulled up his sweatpants, sitting down on his gaming chair and pulling me to sit on him. He picked his shirt up off  the floor.

“Are you gonna untie me?” I asked, to which he shook his head. He put both hands around my waist, lifting me onto him. I raised my arms above my head as he threw his tshirt over me. “Not yet. I kind of like the feeling of being in control.”

I didn’t complain, resting my sweaty head on his shoulder and smiling to myself.

“I love you Simon.”

“I love you too.”

The door burst open to reveal JJ.

“YES SIMON MY MAN” he exclaimed, holding out his hand for Simon as he approached us. “AND YOU (Y/N)- oh my fucking god you’re tied up.” His jaw dropped as he turned and ran out of the room. “GUYS SHE’S TIED UP! YOU ALL OWE ME £50 I KNEW SHE WAS KINKY.”