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Okay so I'm not sure if you've played Fire Emblem Heroes (New iPhone + Android app), but I was wondering if you could do a Fem Robin x Lon'qu where Lon'qu gets summoned, but he needs to get back to Robin ASAP so he starts freaking out. Something along those lines. P.S Love your work! It's practically mine and my friends bible!

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“I have a good feeling about this one.” Alfonse said with a smile, handing the orb to Kiran. The summoner took the red little thing, preparing to summon their next warrior. “We’ll need more offensive support for the next battle, according to Anna. I’ll bet this one will give us just what we need.”

The orb was placed, and Kiran prepared the summons. In a brilliant flash of light, the orb exploded, and out of nowhere, a man appeared in its place.

A man who looked incredibly disheveled, his hands filled with herbs, and a murderous expression that made both the prince and the summoner feel he wasn’t exactly friendly.

“What…the hell did you do?” Was the first thing out of the man’s mouth, his sword nearly drawn. Alfonse took a tentative step back, readying his own blade.

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Best of Wives & Best of Women

Lin-Manuel x Reader

in which the workaholic writer seemingly neglects his love despite their pleadings; their relationship is put on the rocks and Lin is too oblivious to see.

words: 1,345

warnings: loneliness and sadness

Finally! here’s the lin fic I’ve been promising for weeks. Sorry for the wait and if its awful bahaha!

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Gilded and Rouge (Part 3)

Originally posted by whenimaunicorn


Author: Wristic

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Word count: 1800

Warnings: Biting, angry kissing, blood, 

I honestly can’t tell which one of you is being more of an insufferable shit

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 4- -Part 5-


The morning after your night of a little self discovery, you clean up and reflect, only to have any progress shattered when you come face to face with Ivar again.


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3. Wingman // Klance

« {Part 3 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

The space bar was exactly what Keith would have expected a space bar to look like. He almost expected the Star Wars cantina song to start playing.

“Dude! Check out that giant keg thing! Oh my god, I’m going to get space-wasted!” Lance said, shifting from foot to foot in excitement. “Do they have legal drinking ages here in space? Shit, I don’t have a space-ID—”

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Hunk said. “Look—they’re not even asking for ID. It looks like… self-serve?”

He pointed at where some short alien people were serving themselves cups of electric green liquid from the “keg thing” Lance had noticed earlier. The aliens put coins into a slot and then pressed a button to fill their cups.

“Let’s just get some of it before Shiro and Allura notice we’re gone,” Pidge said. “I really don’t want to get another lecture about responsibility.”

“Psh. They’re still at that space movie theater. We’re free for the next couple hours for sure,” Lance said. He sidled up next to Keith, slinging an arm over his shoulder. “So, what do you say—should we get completely shit-faced?”

Keith rolled his eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Hey, you didn’t have to come along,” Lance said, poking a finger at Keith’s chest. Then he turned to Hunk. “Hey, Hunk—be my wingman for tonight? There have to be some pretty alien ladies in this bar.”

“Uh,” Hunk said. He shot a quick glance at Keith and then looked back at Lance. “Not tonight, man. Sorry. Pidge and I were going to…”

“We were going to play space foosball,” Pidge said quickly. “I thought I saw it when we came in, so….”

“Yeah,” Hunk agreed. “We’re going to do that.”

“Well, damn,” Lance said. He looked back at Keith. “Well, it looks like you’re going to have to be my wingman tonight, Keith. You up for it?”

Over Lance’s shoulder, Hunk and Pidge gave Keith a pitying look. He sighed. “Sure, I guess,” he said. “Why not?”

Why not wingman for Lance? Why not wingman for the guy he might sort of actually like in a not-so-platonic way?

This wasn’t going to end well.

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OK THIS IS GOING TO BE LONG i’m sorry in advance but i’m on mobile so no read more and i’m also really tired and have to get this all out before i forget because i’m shook to my core. THE SHOW WAS AMAZING, of course, i was at the barrier right in front of danielle, and i think alana smiled at me a few times (seriously). my song 5 was so good like… they did THAT. every song did That honestly… at one point a guy by me shouted “ESTE YOU HAVE BEAUTIFUL LEGS” or something and she thought (or pretended to think) he said Eggs and she made a big joke about it. i think i recorded that so remind me later. anyways when the show finished alana grabbed her own picks and came right in front of my area and tossed them carefully one by one, and i CAUGHT ONE PERFECTLY which… that alone is like… a miracle. then they gave someone danielle’s setlist and when they peeled off este’s next i said “can i please have este’s?” i don’t even think the dude heard that but he walked along the line until he got to me and handed it right to me. it says este and everything. THOSE TWO THINGS ALONE ARE INCREDIBLE BUT I ACTUALLY DID MEET THEM AND HAD A CONVERSATION WITH THEM SO I’M GETTING TO IT: we went outside right after like you do and the line was already a lil much, and then we proceeded to wait for, no exaggeration, 2 and a half hours. almost everyone eventually gave up and left the line. it was a fucking mess cus people didn’t think they would come because it had been too long, it didn’t seem like they were going to come out at all, even i had given up hope but there was no way i was leaving. i had a feeling… they wouldn’t just leave us to wait forever without saying anything. so after 1am a guy comes out and tells us probably 20 last people standing that they’re coming out so don’t run at them or anything hdhdhdh. i was near the back and by this point i’m SHAKING and then i can hear them talking to people and eventually i can see them and danielle looks at me and.. honestly i was SHOOK like i went into autopilot. ALANA WAS WEARING A DENIM JUMPSUIT THAT SHE “JUST GOT TODAY” este had a fucking pizza pouch. they finally get to me and.. they’re so tall? and they’re the nicest people who have ever lived on this god forsaken planet. I GOT HUGS. este was so excited to see me not for any reason except that she’s so genuine. i gave them the bracelets i made and they loved them, they all put them on! este said she used to make those all the time. i told alana i caught her pick! she was excited and they all signed it (it’s at the top of the setlist. sidenote: i am taking this pick to the grave with me) i told them i was at the barrier and DANIELLE SAID SHE SAW ME… GOOD LORD… i start handing them my stuff to sign and alana signed hearts on multiple things and also signed her own leg on the shirt (typical alana) i told este that i asked for her setlist and she said, and i quote, “that’s my girl” i can’t remember much else about the signing, BUT: i asked about both album 2 AND merch. i was asking why they didn’t have merch online since i’ve wanted to buy their merch for years. este said she thinks it’s more special to only buy merch at shows which is very este and actually very cool, but that online merch is coming! (don’t quote me on that) alana is the Queen of selfies apparently and took a bunch (i look bad but ignore me) she even made sure she got good ones and hovered over me and made me double check (typical alana) i told them i loved the new songs and actually knew them already from youtube videos. knowing the new songs surprised them! i think i’m the first person to bring it up? they looked happy to hear that i was singing along to new stuff already. i said nothing’s wrong is so good and danielle’s solo was awesome and she seemed touched. i asked when the album was coming! they said Soon. that’s all i got. “IT’S COMING IT’S COMING” DANIELLE HUGGED ME AGAIN. they all might have hugged me again but my body was quickly decaying through this entire experience so. they said other things i think in response to my spewing of praise and adoration: i think they said they loved me? they wanna see me again? they hope to see me next time? i think that’s it but oh my god. danielle was so especially sweet to me i am absolutely stunned. she must have really seen me during the show and she was just… i was not expecting her to be so… she’s really really kind and made me feel really special. alana and este are exactly how they come off, all energy and excitement and joy. all three of them are so… incredible. this is genuinely the best experience i’ve ever had. with other people, and in general, in my whole life. i knew they would be this genuine and fun and kind but i was NOT prepared. they are honestly so kind and chill and sweet and caring and fun and they seem to make every fan feel really important because they genuinely think every fan they meet is important. everyone should stan haim. i’m convinced they’re all 3 equally the best human beings ever born. what did we do to deserve them

Yandere (ish) Song Masterlist - Vocaloid Edition

♡ I’ve seen some similar posts going around, but I’ve always wanted to make my own, including songs I like and that I rarely see mentioned in other lists. I’m also planning on making one of these lists with non-vocaloid songs.

Have fun!

Rotten Girl Grotesque Romance (Hatsune Miku)

Tell me how much you love her,

I’ll kill her and pack her up;

Burning photos of that girl,

I wonder what she’s doing now

Straight up love rival murder, with a really cool plot twist.

Tailor Shop of Enbizaka (Megurine Luka)

But I must preserve my work,

I hold my scissors tightly in one hand;

The scissors have now been stained red

And the more you sharpen them, the better they cut

A popular choice, but this song is gold. Nothing says yandere like murdering all the girls you see your loved one with and taking their clothes to look more appealing to them.

An Earnest Unrequited Love, Wanting to Make It Bear a Little Happiness (Mayu)

You’re nice to girls as well, 

You’re too familiar with them,

I want you to get away from them, RIGHT NOW!

Addresses, names, phone numbers, your phone history, I have it all

All those girls who tried to get close to you, […]

Since I love you, I’LL KILL THEM, all for your sake;

It was hard to choose which part of the lyrics to put here. This song is basically just pure yandere thoughts. Stalking, obsession and implication of murder, all sung by an adorable and unforgiving Mayu.

The Secret Goldfish (Gumi)

Showing, hiding,

The secret goldfish,

If I’m glad, I will now envelope you […]

My body is becoming hot, I’m melting;

Our last moment together,

The secret goldfish,

Only to us, now, the box is closing.

Masa does a great job in creating quite a complex storyline in this creepy but catchy song. Inspired by the tradition of keeping dead goldfish in a box, it’s about Gumi keeping Miku captive, probably torturing her, dismembering her and putting her in a box, all while keep saying that they’re friends and they shall be together forever. Maybe I should write a full theory about this…

True Love Restraint (Kagamine Len)

I refuse to let anyone have you […]

If I’d kill you right here,

Maybe you’d be mine alone,

That would make me truly happy,

Because I love you more than anyone.

Of course this song had to be featured. Paranoid, stalker-ish, obsessive yandere type, this song focuses on the worries of the main character, who doesn’t want his beloved one to be taken by anyone, and is ready to do pretty disturbing things to keep her to himself.

Eternal (Hatsune Miku)

Your sweet words don’t hide anything;

Feeling fulfilled, 

In the sweet night slipping through, I’ll take your life,

With sweet honey spilling all over this chasm,

We shall have one last party,

Earnestly drowned in desire, at last.

Less known but a personal favorite. This song has a yandere-ish subtext, with our Miku being tired of her loved one’s unfaithfulness and games and murdering them and herself after. Has a beautiful, dreamy yet sad melody.

Yandelenka (Kagamine Len)

You have a gaze at him, not me

I’ve always loved your smiles, 

But why do I hate seeing you smile now? […]

It hurts, it hurts, my heart hurts,

Isn’t it ludicrous? I love you deadly…

I’m scared of myself

There’s a reason if the song’s called like that.

Scissorloid (Hatsune Miku/Luka Megurine)

It’s not fair, it’s unforgivable

Why are you trying to steal my master from me?

I liked you, but you didn’t behave yourself;

I took a pair of scissors, 

I’ll go to the charge room where you sleep, I’ll cut the cable

And let you sleep forever.

Popular, I know, but it had to be mentioned. The final twist gets me everytime.

Formalin Sea (Mayu)

Love, this I swear!

We, who have been bound together by the formalin sea,

Embracing you, with that stark white body,

Let’s become one!

That body and this heart

If she preserves your dead body in formalin just to keep embracing you, she loves you. Jokes aside, this song gets you with the innocent attitude and creepy implications of murder, embalming and suicide.

LOVE (Cyber Diva)

I’m in love with you 

(Like the piece of garbage that I claimed you are)

Desperately clinging to you 

(Without me you’d be a lump of broken shards) […]

Oh, loving you was as simple as chewing needles,

Wanting you was a complete waste of my damn time.

Not *exactly* a yandere song, but definately fits. Rage, love and desperation of a betrayed heart mix together in a superiority/inferiority complex conflict. Implication of emotional abuse.

I Only Love You (Gumi)

If it’s about you, then tell me everything,

Tell me every single thing,

Reply to all my texts in five seconds,

Only look at me, if you look at other girls, then…

You don’t know what’s it like to be hit with something,

Like a crowbar, so…

Pure yandere. Simple, catchy and almost hypnotic at some point A Mayu remake has been done as well, which can be found here.

There is no God (Hatsune Miku)

In the name of God, my loved one’s taken away from me,

I want to curse them as hard as I can; […]

Behind the church door,

You’re captured here,

I don’t care who gets in my way,

Or about going to hell

This song is plain creepy. Taking place in the victorian era, it’s about a woman who falls for her daughter’s tutor, ending up with killing her child since she was receiving way too much attention from the man.

Offence (Hatsune Miku)

I chased after you, 

Because I was afraid of what could happen if I let you go;

This white world suddenly stains red,

You laid in my arms,

With your eyes still open.

A song about a girl who feels betrayed, since the person she loved didn’t keep the promises he made and now wants to leave her. I’m only letting you picture how it goes…

Twilight Homicide Song (Meiko)

The glimmer of the silver knife

Brightens as my vision fades away;

I can hear a scream,

I stained my lips with the flowing blood,

You are now mine,

For all the eternity.

Meiko’s voice is perfect for this tragedy. Unforgiving yandere kills her beloved, who wanted to say the final goodbye, with a knife. Bonus points for the creepy Kagome Kagome references.

Tragedy of Chateau Cepage (Kamui Gakupo)

I’m only doing this because I love you,

I can only be seen by you;

And even all these tears you shed,

I will treasure them all.

Though this is definately not my favorite song out of all these, I felt like it had to be mentioned somehow. Here, Gakupo grows an unhealthy obsession for Rin, and keeps her locked in his castle, torturing her. 

One-Eye’s Monologue (Flower)

Say, I wonder where you are right now,

Who are you talking to and about what;

This emotion is so painful, I can’t bear it anymore!

You shouldn’t look at anyone but me!

Less known, this song follows One-Eyed Ripper Murder Case, and it’s sung by the murderer’s point of view. 


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Not while I'm still in the apartment! A Phil Lester Smut

(A/N: This is the long awaited wet dream smut. I did change the plot a bit. Instead of phil having the wet dream reader has it. If you still want it the other way, just message me and I’ll write it again.)

I pulled against my restraints trying to break free, my back arching with each wave of pleasure. Phil was between my legs sucking and licking my clit mercilessly, fucking me with his tongue when my hips jerked to much. He smirked up at me as he pulled away, rubbing my clit fast with two fingers. “Fuck baby you taste so good.” He muttered before returning to eating me out. I bit my lip to silence a scream as I started cumming all over his tongue.

“Y/N?” Phil called my name making me confused as he was sill eating my pussy. “Y/N?” I jerked awake as Phil nearly pushed me off the bed. “Are you ok? You were screaming my name?” Phil asked with concern. I immediately turned scarlet red, remembering the dream and feeling the wetness between my thighs. I had been dreaming about Phil and I in a very sexual way. We must of fallen asleep while watching Buffy. “Sorry Phil. It was um a bad dream. I was um trapped and couldn’t get free.

Phil wasn’t buying it and the look on his face said he was hiding something.
"Erm Y/N?” Phil turned bright red. “You um said,” he coughed awkwardly, “You said fuck me Phil.” I looked at him wide eyed, my face heating up. “Oh god Phil,” I groaned while hiding my face. “You said that too,” He said with a smirk. “I’m so sorry Phil. It was just a really intense dream.” I said from behind my hands. “It’s ok Y/N. To be completely honest, it kinda turned me on. Hearing you scream my name like that.” I felt a rush of heat between my legs.

“Phil!” I said while smacking his arm. I was embarrassed enough. “I’m not joking Y/N.” He moved closer to me on the bed, grabbing my hand and guiding my hand to his crotch. He leaned in closer while placing my hand right on his bulge. “See?” I nodded my head unable to speak. Taking a deep breath I started rubbing his hard cock through his pajama bottoms. He moaned deeply, his hips bucking into my hand. “Don’t tease Y/N.” I smiled and slipped my hands into his pants, pulling his cock out. I gripped it lightly and started jacking him, swiping my thumb over the head to collect the pre cum that gathered there.

His hips bucked again and he laid back moaning my name softly. I leaned down and swirled my tongue around the tip before taking it into my mouth. I started sucking while bobbing my head slowly. Let my tongue rub against his shaft as I relaxed my throat to take hi deeper. “Fuck.” He groaned loudly while gripping the duvet. “Keep that up and I’m gonna cum.” I started bobbing my head faster before being pushed off. “My turn.”

Phil got me to lay on my back before removing my shorts and panties. He looked at me for reassurance. I nodded with a smile while opening my legs slightly. He took the hint and got between them, leaning in close to my pussy. “Try to be quiet, Dan is more than likely awake in his room.” He smirked before licking my clit in circles, sucking on it before rubbing it quickly with his tongue. I grabbed his pillow and used it to muffle my moans. He sucked on my clit harder, slipping two fingers inside me. He fingered me fast, angling them to rub my g spot. I bit his pillow to stop from screaming his name.

My thighs tensed around his head, holding him in place as he slipped his tongue inside me while fingering me. I gripped the duvet and arched my back, trying not to scream. “You gonna cum baby?” He asked while using his thumb to rub my clit while finger fucking me. “Yes! Oh god! Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” He smirked and fingered me faster, rubbing my clit with his tongue quickly. I saw stars as my orgasm hit. I forgot about Dan in the other room as I screamed Phil’s name. My hips jerked involuntary as he lapped at my clit, fingering me slower as I calmed down.

He stopped when I told him I was too sensitive. He laid down next to me and pulled me into his arms. I was so tired. “Round two after a nap?” He asked. “No! No round two! Not while I’m still in the apartment!” Dan yelled from the other side of Phil’s closed door.

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My Bullet Journal Set Up

So some of you have asked me about my bullet journal (I’m looking at you, @munirastudies (and some anons - hi anons!)). Here it is: my set-up!

I previously did a post on my bullet journal at the very beginning of this studyblr, which can be found here. It’s just changed so much since then that I decided I’d post a new one!

- 1 - I’ve got a dotted Leuchtturm1917 A5 notebook in a really dark blue - which fits because I’m Ravenclaw. I was actually planning on painting the house crest on the front cover, but I never got to do it… but I think I’ll do it soon haha.

- 2 - When you look at my bullet journal you’ll see that I have some bright tags there. They really help me find stuff quicker (but they aren’t sticky enough so they often get loose.. I should change that). You can see my tag list in picture

- 3 - and it’s at the very end of the notebook. For those of you who don’t know this system yet, it’s really simple! You just decide how you want to tag that page, for example “books” as I did in mine, and go to the back of your notebook to write it down there. Then you choose a colour and put a strip of washi tape (or I use post it flags) on that page in the back and also on the page you want to tag so that the colours are in one line and you can see them from the outside (god I’m bad at explaining this but I can’t find the page that explained it to me, sorry!).

- 4 - On the first three pages there’s an index, and I use the first page for years and months, then the second page (which you can see in the picture) I use for anything else.

- 5 - Then there’s my key. I have a colour coding system, but I use some colours twice (which is really bad, I know) because there just weren’t enough colours! I have one colour for each subject, then also for other parts of my life like work, family and friends, uni in general and health (which is anything really: when I eat, doctor’s appointments, when I clean my flat etc). There’s also a key for my expenses which I rarely use anymore, and one for how long it took me to do a task which I also don’t use anymore.

- 6 - In this picture, and also the one before, you can see my yearly overview (which I am still so proud of because I thinks it’s really pretty). I only write down really important stuff in there, and things I’m looking forward to.

- 7 - Now we come to the more important stuff in my bullet journal. In this picture you can see my monthly overview. Here I write down everything that happens that particular month, like when I have to work, exams, family and friends stuff, and birthdays etc. I also have space for goals that I want to achieve that month, and an expenses table. This really helps me because often times I would just go shopping for books and stuff and spend so much money (which you can see hasn’t really improved much {{I spent 70€ on books last month?!}}). Now I can see how much I spend and what I should do better next month (like, I should definitely buy less books {{I actually spent more money on books this month and it’s not even halfway through but shush}}). On the next page there’s an example of a weekly overview. This one looks pretty much the same every week (at least the layout). Here are some more examples:

There’s always space for my weekly goals, then a food table where I write down everything I eat (which should make me more aware of what I eat and change my habits of eating - but it kind of doesn’t), underneath that there’s my habit tracker (and you can see I’m not very good at that either), and then there’s some kind of time tracker…? I don’t know what it’s called, I just thought I needed to know how I spend my time each day, like if there’s a lot of pink I’ve been doing a lot for myself (reading, watching movies, listening to music), if there’s lots of yellow I did a lot with friends and family, then there’s days where I was very creative and a lot of the time is purple - or if there’s lots of green (history) and red (English) I did a lot for uni. I really like this one (and I think I came up with it myself, but if someone has already claimed credit I give it all to you haha).

- 8 - Let’s just ignore the fact that this was one of my most unproductive weeks of all time (like, do you see how often I migrated tasks here?!). Just like my weekly overviews, my daily overviews look pretty much the same every week - at least the basic layout. I get bored of a certain layout about halfway through the week, so I try to come up with a new one every week. See how I got an arrow based layout in the orange overview, and kind of tree/nature based in the green one? What I always include is how much water I drink. I try to drink 12 glasses of water, which in my case is about 2,5 litres. Then there’s the basic to do list thing that bullet journals have. I include my colour code here as well, it just makes it easier for me to see what kind of things I have to do each day. Some more examples:

- 9 - I also have pages in my bullet journal that I use for lists, uni stuff, recs, organisation and personal stuff. In this picture you can see my “books to read” list. On the first example picture of the daily pages you can also see my wish list (which only has “money” on it - figures) and a pro/contra list about the two options I have for my stay abroad. Here are some more examples:

My saving goals page (which isn’t really done yet) and my schedule for this semester(which doesn’t have the hours on it):

and a “movies to watch” list (some spelling mistakes included):

- 10 - This last picture is my current spread. I saw this on tumblr and wanted to try it, but my colour code kind of destroys it. Maybe I’ll try it again some time without my colour code… Here’s another picture of the weekly overview:

Wow. This got a little out of hand! I hope you enjoy this :)

The Dinosaurs Will Turn to Dust

 *shows up to my own fic 15 minutes late with starbucks, wearing sunglasses*

heyyy….

i’m so sorry this is late!! one of my coworkers had to go back east because her mom’s in the icu so i’ve been working overtime lately…hopefully she’ll be back soon and my hours will kinda normalize.

okay, disclaimer: i have no idea how fast drugs would show up in a urine test. that, i am happy to say, i have never had to find out. having said that, i figured most drugs absorb into the bloodstream fairly quickly, and since your body is constantly filtering your blood to remove toxins which are then expelled through urine, a few hours would be leeway enough. let’s just pretend i know what i’m talking about. 

on the other hand, i’m actually kind of happy with an ending?? for the first time in forever?? *closes eyes and crosses fingers*

(i’m gonna try and get this crossposted on AO3 soon, when i have the time and the motivation hyoop)

enjoy!!

part one here / part two here / part three here / part four here / part five here / part six here / part seven here

Originally posted by ayeohwesterburg

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Veronica was hanging upside down on the monkey bars at the park by her house, giggling as she felt the blood rush to her head.

“I haven’t done this in forever,” she laughed, and JD smiled at her, one eyebrow arched.

“You look ridiculous,” he told her, and she grinned.

“I know,” she replied. “It’s fun. You should join me.”

“I don’t think so,” JD teased. “I’d spill our slushies.”

Veronica rolled her eyes, sitting up so she was on top of the monkey bars and grabbing onto them for support as her world blurred for a second.

“Ah, yes,” she said, “we can’t have that.”

She jumped lightly to the ground, leaning up to kiss JD as she took her slushie from his hand.

“Hey, don’t knock it,” he breathed, and she smiled.

“Of course not,” she chuckled, kissing him again briefly before pulling away and making her way over to the grass. She collapsed onto the ground, staring up at the sky as she saw JD sit next to her.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” Veronica sighed, letting her happy smile fade away. “I guess I just have to accept the fact that my social life is ruined and do my best to protect Martha from the worst of the fallout.”

“Don’t say that,” JD replied, frowning slightly. “We’ll figure out how to make them stop. Our love is God, babe.”

Veronica wrinkled her nose and squinted up at JD.

“What is that supposed to mean?” she asked, confused. He shrugged and took a sip of his slushie.

“Nevermind,” he said, and Veronica decided to let it slide as she sat up and took a long drink of her own slushie, wincing at the now-familiar pain of the brainfreeze.

JD laughed at her, pulling her into his lap.

“You’re adorable,” he told her, and she scoffed quietly, eyes dancing.

“No, you’ve got it wrong, babe,” she said, casually intertwining their free hands. “You’re the adorable one here.”

“Hey,” he protested, chuckling as he kissed her nose. “I’ll have you know, someone once called me a Baudelaire-quoting badass, and she looked smart so I think I believe her.”

Veronica grinned, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I love you,” she said, and felt him kiss the top of her head.

“I worship you,” he breathed, and Veronica felt her heart soar.

They spent the rest of the day talking and laughing, and as they made their way to Veronica’s house from the park, she could have sworn her feet didn’t touch the ground at all as she held JD’s hand.

Veronica fell asleep quickly, nestled securely in JD’s arms. She didn’t wake as he slipped out the window and walked to the payphone down the block, dialing a number he hadn’t used in years.

“Hey,” he said as the voice on the other end greeted him. “What’s the going price for steroids these days?”

~~~

Veronica woke the next morning to JD humming as he read a thick book, sitting in the chair at her desk.

“I could wake up like this every morning,” Veronica greeted, sitting up and rubbing her eyes as JD grinned, dropped the book on the desk, and made his way over to press a gentle kiss to her lips.

“I thought of the perfect way to get revenge on Kurt and Ram,” he said happily, and Veronica smiled.

“Oh yeah?”

He held up two bottles. Veronica took one and read the label, furrowing her brow.

“What’s…methandrostenolone?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Steroids,” JD said casually, and Veronica’s eyes went wide.

“JD, do you have any idea how much trouble they would get in for this? They could go to prison,” she hissed, and he shook his head with a fond smile.

“Relax,” he said. “The label’s fake. Those pills are just your common garden-variety ibuprofen. We’ll plant these in their gym bags, make it look like they’re taking drugs, but everything will come back clean, and they’ll be the laughingstock of the whole school.”

Veronica blinked as a smile spread across her face.

“You’re a genius,” she said, leaning up to kiss him once more.

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Veronica straightened her skirt anxiously and knocked on the door of the locker room, knowing that Kurt and Ram were the only two in there.

Kurt swung the door open, squinting at Veronica.

“What do you want?” he asked, and Veronica held up two mugs full of green smoothie.

“Well, I wanted to thank you,” she said sweetly, “you know, for showing me such a good time at the party, and I know you guys like protein shakes, so I made these for you. It seemed fitting that I help you keep your…manly physiques.”

Kurt raised his eyebrows, but Ram had made his way to the door and grabbed a mug.

“Hell yeah,” he grinned, grabbing one mug and downing the whole thing in one go.

Over his shoulder, Veronica saw JD, who had entered quietly through the other door, slip one bottle of pills into each boy’s bag.

“Oooh,” she said, looking back at the two jocks. “That was impressive…but I bet Kurt can’t do that.”

Kurt’s chest puffed up angrily, and he snatched the other mug and threw it back even faster than Ram had. Veronica pretended to swoon.

JD gave her a thumbs-up and slipped out of sight, and Veronica smiled at the two boys in front of her.

“Well, I’d better be going,” she said, “but hey, maybe we should spend some…quality time together later.”

Kurt and Ram nodded, and Veronica forced a giggle, stepping back to let the door swing shut.

“Later,” she cooed, and the door shut. She heard one of them tell the other to “punch it in” and rolled her eyes, turning around and making her way out to the football field to meet up with JD.

While she had been distracting the two of them, he had gone to the football coach and faked concern for the two, telling the coach he suspected drug use, before sneaking into the locker room to plant the bottles.

She grinned as she saw him, relief and happiness spreading through her whole body.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” she giggled, and JD grinned.

“I can,” he said. “I can’t wait to see their faces when they realize what we’ve done.”

They sat on the football field for a while, talking as they watched the clouds.

Almost three hours had passed when a siren whooped from the parking lot, and Veronica craned her head to watch as two uniformed officers made their way into the locker room, followed by a man holding two plastic cups and some paperwork.

“What’s he doing?” she asked, and JD hummed, turning his head to look at the man.

“Oh, those are drug tests,” he said. “Looks like the instant-result kind too. They’ll know in seconds if it’s positive or negative.”

Veronica waited anxiously as five minutes ticked past.

The door burst open again, and Veronica squeezed JD’s hand as Kurt and Ram were led out in handcuffs by the two police officers, followed by the coach and the drug-test man.

“Wait, what?” Veronica gasped, watching as the drug-test man said something to the coach. Kurt and Ram were unceremoniously helped into the back of the police cruiser, and it drove off.

She heard JD laugh, and whipped her head around to look at him. He looked back with a gleam in his eye that scared her.

“What the fuck did you do?” she demanded, and he bared his teeth in a chilling approximation of a smile.

“Don’t worry, Veronica,” he soothed gleefully, a hint of hysteria dancing in his tone. “They won’t be able to hurt you for a long time.”

“You lied to me?” she screeched, not caring who heard. “Those drugs were real?”

“Of course they were,” he laughed, and Veronica shuddered at the manic glint in his eyes.

“This will ruin their reputations,” Veronica cried. “They’re going to have a drug conviction now, and they’re…wait, how did the drugs even get in their systems?”

“I made those smoothies,” JD chuckled. “Easy enough to slip a few ground-up pills into it.”

Veronica’s jaw dropped, and she could only stare. He rolled his eyes.

“This is a good thing,” he reassured her. “Now they won’t be able to hurt you anymore. Our love is God, Veronica.”

He pulled her into a hug, and she let him hold her, not knowing how he’d react if she pushed him away like she so desperately wanted to. She wanted to rage and cry and scream, but she stayed silent and motionless.

“Our love is God,” JD repeated, squeezing her arm.

“Our love is God,” she echoed back, and felt him laugh as she fought back the urge to scream.

OTAYURI HEADCANONS

♢ Otabek had friend crush on Yuri for years before he found the courage to talk to him. 

♢ Yuri have also noticed Otabek before and secretly thought he looked cool.

♢ After Otabek finally spoke to Yuri, they basically became besties the very same day.

♢ Otabek meeting Yuri’s cat was a big deal for Yuri. The cat instantly took a liking to him.

♢  They have been friends for over 2 years before they started dating.

♢ They both kind of knew after only a few months of friendship that they would eventually become something more, but they didn’t rush. Yuri didn’t really feel ready for it and Otabek was not comfortable with dating someone so young, so they waited. They’ve never talked about it, but either of them minded.

♢ It all started after their first kiss. Which was very much unplanned and just kind of happened. They’ve been hanging out at Yuri’s apartment late in the evening, watching some action movie, both dead tired after all day of training. Yuri was kind of lying on Otabek’s shoulder, which wasn’t unusual for them at all, but for some reason, it was different that day. Yuri was about to fall asleep when Otabek hugged him tighter and nuzzled his hair. They both looked at each other and somehow knew.

♢ The kiss was unhurried and chaste and ended with Yuri yawning. They both laughed at it and decided it’s time to go sleep. They fell asleep in each other’s arms that night.

♢ They haven’t talked about it the next morning. There was no need to.

♢ First time they called each other boyfriends was when they were hanging out with other skaters before a competition. They weren’t really doing anything special like kissing or even holding hands, but everyone knew. Of course, JJ just had to tease them “Oh look at our lovebirds. What are you now, boyfriends?” Yuri just grabbed Otabek’s hand and yelled “We are, jackass!”

♢ Them meeting Viktor and Yuuri as a pair was basically like meeting Yuri’s parents.

♢ Speaking about Yuri’s family, his grandfather knows. Yuri haven’t told him yet, but he knows his grandson too well. He came to Otabek before a competition once and told him “You look like a good kid and I can see you make my Yurochka happy. Please, be good to him. He may look tough, but he has a gentle soul.” He also asked him to not tell Yuri he knows, because he wants to him tell himself when he is ready. Otabek was really touched (he may cry inside… in a manly way) and promised he won’t hurt him or tell him anything.

♢ They are not fans of PDA. Otabek is very private person and Yuri spends too much time around Viktor and Yuuri to know how annoying it is to other people. Because of this, people usually assume they are just best friends. They don’t mind.

♢ They are the fashion boyfriends™.

♢ Their relationship is long-distanced because of their professions, but except them constantly missing each other, it’s not such a problem for them. For example, neither of them is a jealous, so they never fought for of hanging out with other male skaters. They completely trust each other.

♢ Otabek was insistent about waiting for Yuri’s 18th birthday with sex. No matter how much Yuri yelled at him because of it.

♢ When Otabek retired, he moved to Russia for Yuri and became coach there.

♢ They got engaged the next year after that. It was Otabek who proposed and unlike their first kiss, it was planned. Otabek was so nervous about it he couldn’t sleep for weeks.

♢ Yuri said yes. Also, he cried a little, which he’d never admit.

Distracted

Summary: Luke is upset over a recent break-up when the perfect stranger swoops in to provide him with exactly what he needs.

A/N: It’s been forever since I sat down to write! I hope you guys like this, if you want a part 2 let me know :) 

~Approx. 2.5k words~
~Warnings: Smut, language~

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Luke felt his lungs burning. His head felt dizzy and the music in the street corner bar made his mind numb as he tilted his head back to empty his glass.“Another please.” Luke grumbled at the guy behind the bar shaking his now empty glass. “You sure mate?” The bartender asked warily, sensing it was almost time for a cutoff. “Another.” Luke repeated, his voice gravelly. The bartender sighed, filling the frosty glass to the brim with Hennessy.  He downed it in two gulps. He almost couldn’t hear her telling him she didn’t love him anymore. He almost couldn’t see her getting in the car he paid for with the man she had been seeing behind his back half the time they had been together. He almost couldn’t remember her name at this point. But he could remember loving her and he could remember how it felt to be loved by her. At least what he thought it felt like. One more drink and maybe the memories would be gone. “Another please.” Luke turned his head to see a woman sitting next to him. She looked just as faded as he did if not more. She was holding her glass out like he had just been. By the looks of things she had been here as long as he had, but he wouldn’t have even known. Every face looked like her face when he walked into this bar, but now that the alcohol had muddled his brain and cleared his vision he was able to take the woman in fully. She wasn’t anything extraordinary, but she seemed to be the only company he had besides the increasingly irritated bartender. “I think it’s time to cut you off sweetheart. And I’ll take your keys too.” “Don’t bother.” She hiccuped. “My excuse of an ex already did.” The bartender chuckled. “Go home kid, get some rest.” Suddenly, the girl turned to Luke. “If you’re drinking the same thing as me you better stop now buddy.” She laughed. “I think it’s a little too late for that.” Luke chuckled, pushing his empty glass away from him. “So what’s got you here? Only the heartbroken drink a whole bottle of Henny at 1am didn’t you know?” “Yeah I know.” He mumbled. “What’s your name Mr. Heartbroken?” “Luke.” “I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.” “Likewise.” He nodded. “So Luke, what’s the deal? Who was she?” “A liar.” “Ooh, good answer. So was mine. About different things I’m sure, but it’s all the same really isn’t it?” You laughed halfheartedly, leaning into him as you spoke. “She cheated on me.” He said dejectedly, his shoulders slumping.“A cheater and a liar. Those are the worst.” “You’re telling me.” He chuckled, offering you a small smile. “So how are you going to keep yourself busy?”

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AN: I know I said that I’ll be writing and stuff… but the truth is that I didn’t have any time to do it but hey now i’m here and i can write. (Also my gilmore girls marathon took my soul away) If there’s any spellings errors i’m sorry but english isn’t my first language… and i’m sorry it isn’t smutt but I’m not really in the mood to write something like that so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted. Hope you like it anyway. [ALSO I REMEMBER THAT I HAD LIKE A FEW MORE REQUESTS BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON WITH TUMBLR THAT I CAN’T SEE THEM. SO I’M SORRY.] Anyways, here it is and requests still open and stuff. 

THE GIF ISN’T MINE. I found it on google oops.


Pairing: Steve x Reader

||I don’t own Steve Rogers or any of the avengers. They belong to Marvel.||

Requested by: anonymous
“Hello! Can I please request a Steve x reader where they both have a crush on eachother but are afraid to admit it because they are best friends but one day someone said something really shitty to the reader and Steve tries to beat him up and in order to calm him down she kisses him? Smutty ending? Thank you doll!”  


“Oh boy”

Since the day that you entered to the Avengers team because of your amazing skills with knifes and the fact that you could teletransport, you developed a friendship with everyone in the team but mostly with one person: Steve. You two had become best friends pretty easy and he was all “protect the lady” when it comes to you.
“Let’s have a night out!” Tony yelled at the team with a glass of whine in his hands.
“Again?” asked Wanda, looking really tired. “I don’t really want to go out you know…”
“Well then we’ll have a party here… it’s been a long time since the last one”
You laughed. “A week, it’s been a week Tony”
Steve that was sitting right by you smiled at you and and placed his hand on your knee, making your heart beat faster than usual.
“y/n is right… it’s been a week. But is not a bad a idea.”
The team looked at Steve surprised.
“Well well if the Cap. says so… LET’S HAVE A PARTY!”
***
Nat sat on your bed and waited for you to come outside the bathroom, she gave you one of her stunning dresses for tonight.
“So y/n when do you think the Captain will know how do you feel about him?”
You looked at her by the door of the bathroom. She knew that you had feelings for Steve, and she’s been the only one that didn’t tell him.
“I don’t know… how long can I keep it? Forever?”
You two laughed, and you stood outside looking for your shoes. The dress was dark blue and adjusted to your body just perfect.
“Well with that dress you could tell me anything and i’ll feel good honey” Nat joked.
You blew her a kiss and put on the shoes.
“I think in some weird way he already know… but I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”
“We’ll find a way”
***

The party had already started when you came down stairs, and quickly looked over to find your best friend. In the moment you found his eyes he smiled at you and started to walk to you.
“Here you are y/n. Well that dress looks just amazing on you.” Steve kissed your forehead.
“Thanks Steve”
He nodded and the two of you started to walk to the bar. The Captain didn’t drank that much but you, oh boy, you could have a million beers and more.
In a moment that he had gone God knows where, someone sat by your side and smiled at you, you smiled back just to be polite.
“Hey… I’m Arnold.” Drunk voice. Great.
“y/n”
“Yeah, I know… listen I wanted to come over here because oh man, let me tell you that that dress looks so good that I could just ripped it off with my mouth”
You choked with your beer and looked at him pale. That wasn’t just rude but disgusting.
“Excuse me?” You asked and he gave you a smile that you wanted to punch.
“Yeah, you heard me… so do you want to?”
One more time, that stupid smile on his face. You did had a few beers, and you were a bit drunk but that didn’t mean that you will come anywhere with that asshole.
“Hell no. I’ll have to… decline your kind offer” You sounded harsh.
The man beside you stood up angry and looked at you with disgust on his face.
“It was just a pitty thing to say you know? No one would date a chick who trows knifes you know. You’re not even pretty enough, not even a little.”
Oh. No.
The next thing came fast. Steve’s hand was on the guy’s neck lifting him a little bit, angry as hell. And your hands on Steve’s back so he wouldn’t do anything.
“Oh here we are, the Captain America, saving the stupid knife girl”
And a punch. A really hard one, blood over his fist and on the guy’s face.
“That’s it” you said and placing a hand on Steve’s arm you closed your eyes and dissapear with him.
You took the two of you to Steve’s room.
“He’s an asshole, how can he possibly think that he can talk to you like that? How can ANYONE think that they can talk to you like that? To you? To my girl? Oh no, I will come down stairs and break every single bone of his body becau” you kissed him.
It was happening, you were kissing him and he was kissing you back.
“Alright calm down Steve” Did you just said that i’m your girl?“
You smiled on his mouth.
"Yes. You’re my girl.”
“Oh boy” You laughed and he took you by your waist just to kiss you deeply.
And deeply became heated and heated became really heated. And now your dress was on the floor along with all of his clothes.
“Oh boy” he repeated your words and started to walk with you to his bed.
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anonymous asked:

Pls writes one where she fakes an orgasm and harry finds out while you're telling it to your friend and when he finds out he gets very very mad at her. They get into a little argument too about it. Please I think you'll write it very good . I'm so happy I discovered you !! Love u!

Rating: PG-13
Warnings: It’s so bad I am not really proud…
Category: IDK it’s normal.
Word Count: 2,231 (wtf it’s so long and it’s shit)
Request: YES so thank you dear!

Note: Thanks for the love dear! I tried to deliver, I think it’s crappyyyy so sorry.


08. Please You


You’re doing your makeup in your bathroom while your best friend is on the phone on speaker. Catching up on the latest news of your lives. You apply your foundation slowly, trying to get the best coat possible.
“It’s really hot around here now. I’ll take a shower when you’re gone though” She says and her voice rounds the whole room. After she moved to Australia to study your catch up sessions have been scarce, meaning sometimes catching up means having her on speaker while you shower or while she showers, as long as you get to talk at least twice a month.
“AH! Oh shit. Ugh, sorry” you say dropping your brush and almost jumping a foot back to stop it from ruining your skirt. “Dumb brushes”
“Klutz” she snorts “so, talking about hot stuff, how’s that boy of yours?” you can’t help but smile at her tone. She’s always joking that had she been the one to wear that black dress the night you met Harry for the first time, she would be the one with a super hot super sweet boyfriend.
“He’s good. We’re good”
“ Doing your make-up real nice for him” you roll your eyes
“You know he -“
“ He doesn’t care, I know. I wish Jason didn’t either” you can hear her rolling her eyes through the phone. Jason was the boy she was after, and he was after the ‘caked-up sluts on campus’. Her words. “Besides, I bet it gets horrible to have a super caked-up face when you’re getting it on later”. At this you blush immensely. You’ve been friends for the longest time but you’re never really fully comfortable to talk about your and Harry’s intimacy like that. You do give her some details here in there, always the little but juicy stuff she begs for.

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8 Birth of a Child

(req)

Dan: For a self-described ‘clumsy prick,’ Dan Howell, your best friend and one true love, was your rock throughout your pregnancy. It wasn’t exactly planned, you had to admit, but when the news broke, Dan was with you every step of the way… Well, almost. You couldn’t have asked for a better father to your future child. But mushiness aside, Dan only really understood the responsibility of incoming fatherhood when the time came.

“Hey, Dan?” You called for him. He was only metres away in the kitchen yet you didn’t dare move.

“Yes, my love?” He responded with habitual lovingness. With an expression so calm, he was likely expecting you to ask some mundane question or spew some inconsequential information. But you always seemed to catch him off-guard in these moments.

“I think I’m in labor,” you said. It wasn’t a joke, no; you were literally sitting in a puddle of fluid you could only assume was from your water breaking. Dan called back with a ‘what was that, dear?,’ not hearing you at all as he whisked himself away with a cup of tea in the kitchen. You repeated yourself at once, this time with a flair of concern in your voice.

You heard the clang of a teaspoon being dropped to the floor followed by the hurried footsteps of a worried man. “You what?” Dan stood now in the threshold of the lounge, processing the sight of the wet sofa and your newly-pained expression. You heard him mumble some ‘oh Gods’ followed by some choice expletives as he helped you from your place of the sofa. He took both of your hands into his and did his best to lift your albeit heavy body into a comfortable standing position.

In the delivery room he was even more of a mess, if that was possible. Never had you seen such a stoic man so nervous, but in a weird way, it helped to relieve your own nerves. Pain was approaching little by little and you knew it wasn’t going to get any easier from here. You let the waves of pain ebb and flow through you for the hours being with as much grace as you could muster, yet Dan felt all the pain himself. ‘Are you alright? Do you need me to go and get a nurse?’ The endless inquiries amused you and frustrated you at the same time. At this point you were just thankful for the company.

“Holy shit,” you muttered, another contraction finding its way through your body. You sat yourself down on the hospital bed holding your overgrown bump, now missing the freedom of pacing about the room. Good Lord, this was it, you thought, this is when I literally explode. A young nurse took notice and ushered a small group of women in pink and blue scrubs into the cramped room, causing Dan to stand up in confusion. This was it.

The volume in the room increased exponentially as nurses and midwives shouted orders at each other, over the sound of your cries of pain. They situated you in a rather vulnerable laying position, one that didn’t frankly ease your pelvic pain, with your legs up onto chilly metal stirrups. And Holy Hell, was it uncomfortable. One nurse instructed Dan to sit in the cushioned chair at your right side, to which he obeyed immediately. You took note of his terrified expression, and if you weren’t in such a state, you would have laughed at it. Despite his fear, he reached out a warm and loving hand to you, stroking your arm as you laid feeling like a dead fish being squeezed dry.

The eldest nurse, likely the ‘midwife,’ you assumed, rattled off some numbers loudly to her colleagues before preparing an arsenal of what sounded like a thousand metal tools. Fun. She barked a list of orders to you that your cloudy head could hardly comprehend, instructing you to hold Dan’s hand and push.

“I’m right here,” you heard Dan say, holding your one hand with both of his. It was the last thing you remember hearing for what seemed like hours upon hours of pushing and pushing. Your screaming and crying broke his heart, but he let you sprain his hand until the pain was over.

A commotion broke through the nurses as you felt a white jolt of pain followed by a blissful release. A high-pitched wail pierced the air, signifying your healthy baby’s first moment of life. Dan was beckoned to the end of the bed to cut the child’s cord and ascertain her sex. You saw immediate tears fall from his eyes as he looked at the child, his face turning pink with the widest grin you’d ever seen. “She’s beautiful,” Dan said, choking on his own joy, watching as the little human was placed upon your bosom. Your own gaiety soon followed, tears wetting your hospital gown. She was so small, warm with vivacity, loud and proud, just like her father.

As evening approached, you dozed off sat up in bed, exhausted from the day’s demands. Dan, however, spent every moment with a big, dumb smile on his face, announcing to family and friends via text and Skype and Snapchat the safe arrival of baby Howell. The tears commenced again, though, when a smiling nurse arrived with your newly-cleaned and swaddled daughter, passing her off for Dan to hold. Never had he held something, someone, so tiny and miraculous and utterly beautiful. He couldn’t help the tears that fell from his cheeks, he must’ve been the luckiest guy on Earth with two beautiful dolls like you. “I love you,” Dan whispered to the wiggling child, her tiny hand grasping his ring finger with ardour. He cried and laughed and smiled more.

You watched your little family with tired eyes half-opened, sighing at what a lovely sight it was. Dan looked back at you, noticing your awoken state and smiled. He brought the girl to you, placing her ever-so gingerly in your arms before kissing you with all the love and tenderness he could muster. And a thousand more ‘I love yous’ fell from his mouth again.

Phil: “Ready to go?” Phil faced you with a nervous smile, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in front of him. Your bags were packed and stowed away in the backseat; your car was the most prepared one to bring a baby home.

You patted your middle, giving him the most reassuring smile and nod. “Are you?”

“I guess we’ll see,” Phil said, laughing a nervous chuckle. You knew he was anxious, but what new father wouldn’t be? Excitement was in his eyes, though, and you reciprocated that. He backed out of the driveway and chatted giddily about the near future during the drive. “I hope it’s a girl, so she looks like you,” he commented at one point. He smiled that dumb cute smile, his tongue sticking out slightly as he glanced at you, his own beautiful sight.

“Yeah?” you played, “Well I hope it’s a little boy, so he looks just like you.” You thought of the pictures and videos you’d seen of Phil as a toddler; his red hair and chubby cheeks could’ve melted your heart. However the little one turned out, though, they would be perfect. Even if they had just the slightest bit of Phil in them. Phil chuckled and rested a protective hand on your thigh. “Oh, Jesus,” you groaned, clutching your bump as the first signs of labor presented themselves. You shut your eyes and did your best to breathe for the time being. You were only minutes away from the hospital, was the little bugger really so excited to come out right now?

Immediate worry washed over Phil’s countenance, realization hitting him like a double-decker bus. “Oh my God, are you okay?” His eyes faltered from the road to look to you, pain twisting your face. You assured him it was nothing out of the ordinary, that you were, in fact, literally in labor, instructing him to just drive, please.

But as for all good things, you had to wait. And wait. And wait. You were settled, rather uncomfortably, mind you, in a homey delivery room for six hours before reaching the point of Oh, God, here it goes. It was nearly eight hours until the pain was too much to stand, quickly disabling you from walking about the room and chatting comfortably with your husband. You felt stabs and jolts of pain from between your legs and up your back for hours on end, only being able to wince and ride it out until the waves passed.

At times it was a bit much for Phil, he was never really the best when it came to you feeling unwell. He wished he could just wave a magic wand and have your pain be gone, or take it on himself at the least. But alas, that was not a possibility, so he did what he could. Holding and kissing your knuckles with a warmth so refreshingly soft. Stroking the top of your hair, fingertips gliding along your temples and forehead gently when the pain was especially bad. It was the best he could do to ease the discomfort, and for that you were infinitely grateful.

At the ten hour mark, or eleven or twelve (you could hardly keep track at this point), you were finally allowed to begin pushing. It was likely the most painful thing you’d ever endured, and it seemed to go on for hours more. With every groan and shout of discomfort you gave, Phil grew more nervous. He worried you’d get hurt, that something awful might happen to you or your child. So he sat as close to your side as he was allowed.

Anxiety finally swallowed Phil whole when the nurses announced some ‘complication’ with the birth. Your head was in a hazy cloud of pain and exhaustion that you didn’t understand what was the matter and couldn’t fight back. Your nervous Phil, however, was fully conscious and seemed about ready to cry when you were moved onto a wheeled bed that would transport you to an operating room.

Much of the following chaos was but a blur in your memory; you were drifting in and out of consciousness as a result of the pain for what felt like the longest time. When you did finally come to (that is, enough to really process reality), you were comfortably habituated in a clean hospital room, a red-eyed Phil huddled in a yellow armchair with a tiny powder-blue bundle in his arms. One of his large hands held the baby’s head with the gentlest caution, sweeping back the soft fuzz along his crown with a look of awe on his face. You couldn’t tell whether his eyes were red and rubbed raw because of emotion or exhaustion, probably a mixture of the two. You inhaled deeply to clear your head of any lingering pain and negativity.

Phil lifted his head from the infant’s face to yours. “You’re awake,” he smiled with a hushed voice, getting up and walking slowly to your side. All you could do was smile weakly in response. He bounced the boy gently in his arms as he sat next to you. Both of your arms were anchored to IVs, electrodes attached to various parts of your body, and Phil didn’t want to put pressure on your weak body, so he opted to sit at your side instead. “Look, it’s your Mummy,” he said softly to the half-asleep child, “she worked very hard to bring you here.” He smiled brightly at you, giggling in a fit of joy. You laughed too, it was rather funny how lucky you were to have such a wonderful man in your life. “She scared me half to death trying,” he continued, “that’s how much she loves you.” Phil brought the boy to his face, kissing his forehead and placing him back in the tiny bed next to yours.

You couldn’t bring your eyes away from the child. “He’s beautiful,” you said. Indeed he was. It looked as though some red hair was already beginning to show itself on the little one’s head, just like Phil.

Phil nodded and took your hands in his, kissing them lightly before kissing your lips. “As are you,” he cooed. The smile he wore didn’t leave his face for a moment. “But don’t you scare me like that ever again, okay?”
Tattoos

Jinki sat in front of his birthday cake. It was his 16th, his coming of age, and he knew, that as soon as the clock struck 12, the fated words of his soulmate would appear somewhere on his body.

His family and friends sat around him impatiently, waiting for the bell to chime.

“Think of a wish,” his mom instructed, “a wish for when you blow out the candles.”

Jinki closed his eyes and thought to himself, just let them appear in an easy place to find. Almost on cue their grandfather clock struck twelve and Jinki took a deep breath, blowing out all the candles in one go before he opened his eyes again.

Like magic, there scrawled on his arm in quick handwriting were the last words he was expecting to see. “For 30 dollars you can have the rest of me.” Jinki’s eyes widened in horror, what did that mean? What could that mean? He immediately covered his forearm with a napkin.

“What does it say Jinki?” Taemin, Jinki’s little brother, asked.

“Um, nothing, it’s more conversational,” Jinki lied, feeling a pink twinge to his cheeks, “let’s have cake!”


Before he fell asleep, Jinki looked at his words a little closer. There were no mistakes, the letters were exact and set in their place. He punched his pillow in frustration, did this mean he would be marrying a stripper? There was no other context where that would come up, at least that he could figure out.

Jinki became the laughingstock at school the next day. The boys would hand him dirty magazines, and the girls, scornful looks. He made a point to cover his arm after that, but the damage had already been done.

After graduating college, Jinki found himself on his own in the busy city of Seoul. It was just how he wanted it, a one bedroom apartment with a small balcony, it was all he felt he needed.

Three years after living on his own, he started to get curious. He frequented female stripclubs, and soon realised that he didn’t like women. The male strippers never showed much promise, and no one said his line, that one sentence he needed. His lack of success disappointed him, so he decided to focus on climbing the corporate ladder.

A few more years passed, and Jinki started to notice that those around him slowly began to lose their sentences, the result of finding their loved one. He couldn’t help but feel wrong and hurt, why had it taken him so long to find the one? Maybe he was wrong, about everything, maybe love wasn’t for him.

Sleepless nights became common, and he frequented the clubs in the dirty underbelly of Seoul, no longer looking for his soulmate, and more just looking for pleasure.

After another long night, Jinki woke up and went to work in a tired state, nodding off at his desk all day. “Jinki?” Minho, his supervisor came by, “you don’t look well, I think it would be best if you went home to rest.”

Jinki rubbed his eyes, “I’m fine, really!”

Moments later, Minho found Jinki passed out on his desk, and he tutted to himself. He woke Jinki again and sent him home.

Jinki took the next week off of work to sit on his couch and watch reruns of Friends and The Office, distracting himself from his lonely life. On Friday, Jinki opened his fridge, exposing empty shelves and rotting food. He sighed and decided that enough was enough.

He washed himself, and put on some nice clothes. Jinki caught himself in the mirror before he left. His hair was styled up, which he hoped distracted from the bags under his eyes, and his collar looked mussed, which he straightened before leaving the apartment.


Jinki stood in an impossibly long line, waiting for just a slice of meat, maybe some chicken perhaps. It had been a while since he treated himself to something fresh, and he thought now was a better time than ever. While he stood, playing a simple game on his phone, he felt eyes on him. He glanced up, and noticed one of the butchers looking at him, his mouth hanging open just a bit.

Just then, it was his turn in line, and the man facing him smiled “How can I help you?” His badge read “Key.”

“Um, hey, yeah, I’m looking at getting some Chicken wings, and maybe some steak?”

Just then, the man next to Key jumped in, “For 30 dollars you can have the rest of me,” There was an awkward pause, where the man’s eyes widened upon hearing his mistake, “I mean it, oh my god I meant it, the chicken, it, yes.”

Tears filled Jinki’s eyes, “Oh thank god,” he whispered.

“Thank god?!”  The man looked on the verge of tears as well, “are you him? are you the one?”

Jinki looked down at the man’s nametag, “Jonghyun?”

He nodded, “Jonghyun, and you are?” sounding like he was crying.

“Jinki,” Jinki whipped a tear from his cheek, “do you- do you want to go for a drink or something later?”

“I would like that very much,” Jonghyun grinned, “I can’t believe I found someone so beautiful.”

“I can’t believe you’re not a stripper.”

Jonghyun laughed loud and obnoxiously, clutching at his sides, “I can’t wait to get to know you, my Jinki”

Surprise! (Grant Gustin Imagine)

Request: Hii, i don’t know if your request are open but if they are, could you writte a Grant irmagine when you are his gf, and he’s is in Vancouver rn filming “The flash” and you don’t see each other like for more than three months, and one night doing a skype call, he asks your for coming to see him but you tell him that you can’t bc you are very busy in LA. but in reality you have a plain ticket to go and see and surprise him and when he sees you he is very happy? a lot of fluff. [this makes sense?]

I love doing Grant Gustin Imagines, even though I’ve only done a few. I hope you enjoy!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Many people assume dating a celebrity is full of luxury. The truth is that any relationship, including ones involving a celebrity, is based off of commitment and pure passion for one another. And true, strong love can overcome any obstacle that life may throw at you both. 

Long distance and not enough hours being with each other was yours and Grant’s difficulty. But the two of you made an equal amount of effort to speak to each other at least once every day. 

It was night time and you knew that Grant was probably asleep. This weekend was your year and a half anniversary and you’ve managed to get a plane ticket to surprise him. While you were packing, your laptop notified you that someone wanted to skype. You threw all your luggage and clothes out of the cameras view and answered. 

“Hey, baby.” Grant smiled, obviously sleepy. “Sorry that I didn’t answer your call this morning.” He yawned. “We kept having to film this one scene, Carlos wouldn’t stop laughing causing me to laugh and it was a disaster. A funny disaster.” 

“It’s alright.” You smiled, sweetly. You and Grant have always made sure that the two of you would never keep anything from each other. Although you wanted to tell him about the plane ticket, you kept it to yourself for you figured that showing up would truly surprise him. 

“Are you coming up here for the weekend?” Grant asked, hope in his eyes. You haven’t seen each other for months now and it drove the both of you crazy. 

You gave him a sad smile. “I can’t. They double scheduled me at work.” You let out a frustrated sigh. Dating an actor definitely helped improve your acting capabilities. “I wish I could be there with you for our year and a half.” You gave him a sad smile. “You should get to sleep, I can tell that you’re tired. I love you, Grant.” 

“I love you too, (Y/N).” Grant smiled back. You two dismissed the call with a goodnight and you continued packing. 

-=+=-

After your arrival, you went straight to the studios where the CW heroes filmed. You tried your best to be as stealthy as possible but since you were lugging around your bags, you definitely stood out. Candice was the first person you bumped into. 

“Oh my god (Y/N) hey!” She greeted and then you shushed her. “I thought you weren’t coming this weekend. Grant was so upset.” She whispered. 

“I wanted to surprise him.” You said a small smile creeping on your face. “Do you think he’ll be mad that I lied to him?” You asked. 

Candice shook her head, her eyes lighting up. “No, of course not. He loves you, girl. He’d be more happy to see you than anything else.” She sent you off to Carlos’s trailer as it was the last place she saw Grant at. 

You stalked over to the area and before you even came close to knocking on the door, Grant opened it. At first he let out a sorry, thinking that he blocked a stranger’s way until he looked at your eyes. “(Y/N)!” He yelled out excitedly and pulled you into a bear hug. 

You took in his scent. Oh how you’ve missed him and being in his embrace. “Surprise!” You smiled at him. 

“I thought you were busy?” He asked. 

You gave him a guilty look. “I wanted to come down as a surprise for our anniversary. I’m sorry I lied.” You quickly explained, covering your face with your hands and peeking through your fingers. 

Grant didn’t look upset at all. In fact, he was smiling so big that you knew his cheeks are going to hurt later. “I’m so happy you’re here.” He told you, pulling you close. “I love you so much!” 

“I love you too.” And with that, he closed the gap between you two. He gave you a kiss that you’ve been longing for months now. 

Breathe Again (Jumin x MC) - oneshot

A/N:  This is angst.  Or, at least my try in angst.  An Anon asked for Saeran angst, but he’s just so generally angsty so I need some time to collect my thoughts on that lol!

The lyrics in the story is from Sara Bareilles’s song, “Breathe Again”.

Written in MC’s POV, towards Jumin.

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I opened my eyes as soon as I felt your deep, steady breathing.  For the months I have lived with you, it’s enough for me to tell that you are already in deep sleep.  I lifted my gaze a little and saw that the bedside clock read 2:57am.

I gently turned in bed and found you sleeping on your side.  You look so calm, so peaceful.  So impossibly beautiful.  Out of habit I gently brush your hair away from your face, and the way your skin glowed while bathed in moonlight is still so breathtaking to me.

-

Car is parked

Bags are packed

But what kind of heart doesn’t look back?

-

For the past few weeks I notice that you no longer watched me the way you used to…you can’t even tell if I was asleep anymore.  Somehow, I wished that you were merely tired from all the work that you do.

The way that the moon played with the shadows on the bridge of your nose and the curve of your lips remind me so much of the day when you took my hand and placed a gentle kiss on it, asking me, oh so romantically, if we could be together for the rest of our lives.

For the first time in my life, I was so happy, Jumin.

You made me the happiest girl in the world.

-

At the comfortable glow from the porch,

The one I will still call yours?

-

I couldn’t help but smile wistfully as I trace your features with my eyes.

Committing you to memory.

One last time.

-

All those words came undone and now I’m not the only one

Facing the ghosts that decide if the fire inside still burns

-

My eyes caught a glint on your left hand.  Our wedding ring.

It’s that same hand that held me when we kissed the first time.  The same hand that took mine and placed the ring on my finger.  That same hand that held me close night after night in passion.

The same hand that snaked around her waist as you held her close.

I bit my tears back. I cannot allow myself to be weak now. Not now.

-

All I have, all I need

He’s the air I would kill to breathe

-

I gently rolled over to my side of the bed, careful not to wake you up.  I want to look back to check on you, but I am so afraid that I might just come back into your arms.

There’s no point in me coming back into those arms that have held someone else.

But good God, I just want to pretend that I did not see you holding her close with your arm wrapped around her slim waist, our wedding ring glinting against the light as she gently lays a finger on your lips that promised me forever.

-

Hang my head, break my heart built from all I have torn apart

And my burden to bear is a love I can’t carry anymore

-

As quietly as possible I opened the closet that had everything you had given me since we were together.  I try desperately to fight back tears.  There will be time for tears later.

Rummaging through the darkness I finally found what I was looking for.  A small bag of the bare essentials I needed, and clothes that I actually own.  None of the things in this bag was given by you.

I dressed up in jeans and t-shirt.  Something I haven’t worn for a long time.  I looked at myself in the mirror and straight into my tired, swollen eyes.

Do it.  

I slung my bag over my shoulder and turned towards the bed.  I gingerly opened the bedside drawer and found the letter I have written a few nights ago, addressed to you.  I gently laid the letter right next to the bedside clock.

Then I wrapped my fingers around the wedding ring on my finger.

I made the mistake of taking a glimpse of you.  

It hurts to be here.

I only wanted love from you.

It hurts to be here.

I felt my tears roll down my cheeks as I closed my eyes and pulled the ring out of my finger, and laid it on top of the letter on the bedside table.

-

All I have, all I need

He’s the air I would kill to breathe

Holds my love in his hands, still I’m searching for something

Out of breath, I am left hoping someday

I’ll breathe again

-

“Goodbye, Jumin.”

I made one last glance at you and gently closed the door.

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A/N: T__T I AM SO SORRY MC…I promise not to do something like this again.  T____T

I just felt really…sad today and the song just played in my head all of a sudden.

anonymous asked:

I'm loving your imagines to bits! Could you do one where reader is in Calvins sweater (that one that's grey and white I don't remember what was on it but it started with the letter 'h' I think) and he's doing a face cam video (yeah right) and the reader walks by not realizing and the community just goes nuts?

Thanks for the request lovely!! I hope this is okay :p


You rubbed your eyes as you walked aimlessly around the place, holding a mug of hot liquid in your hands.
It was freezing and you clutched the warmth desperately, trying to generate some heat in your extremities.
You spotted Cal’s sweater and pulled it on, breathing in his scent and basking in the warmth of the fabric.
You heard him talking in the bedroom and yawned. It was getting late - you decided it was time for bed.

You walked through and saw him sitting in front of the computer, talking away to himself.
You were too tired to even question him on who he was talking to and you walked past before gratefully collapsing on the bed, curling up with the blankets before closing your eyes to Calvin’s voice and drifting off to sleep.

The incessant buzzing of both yours and Cal’s phone woke you up early in the morning and you sat up, frowning. Calvin’s arms wrapped tighter around you and he groaned when you moved, trying to pull your body closer to his.
‘Nooooooo,’ he whined, wrapping his legs around yours. You rolled your eyes with a smile on your face - why was he so cute and clingy in the mornings?

You lifted your phone from the bedside table and lay back down in Calvin’s arms. You cuddled into his chest and he closed his tired eyes once again, sighing contentedly.
You unlocked your phone, your face a picture of confusion at the sheer amount of notifications you had got in the space of a few hours.
After some investigating, you found why you had so many messages and tweets. Your blood turned to ice and your rigid body woke Calvin up.
‘What’s up?’ He inquired, his rough voice breaking the panicked stupor you were in momentarily to allow butterflies to flutter in your tummy.
You tapped your phone screen and opened youtube, going to his recent video.
‘Oh, god,’ you muttered upon realising it was a facecam video. He wasn’t talking to himself last night - he was talking to a camera.

You and Calvin watched on as the you in the video walked behind Cal, dressed only in his sweater. You watched yourself fall into bed and slip out of frame as you curled up in the blankets.
You paused it.
‘Oh my god,’ you muttered, unable to drag your eyes away from what had to be your own (unintentional) social suicide.
You looked up at Calvin, whose face was full of conflicting emotions.
A Twitter notification made itself known at the top of your screen and you clicked on it, bracing yourself to be hated more than Hitler.

But when you went to Twitter and scrolled through your mentions, there was only positivity. The few people that were negative were drowned out by the overwhelming love you received from the majority and a smile formed on your face.

You looked up at Calvin as if to say,
'Are you seeing this?? Look!’
He looked down at your excited face, like a child on Christmas morning, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at your cute expression.
He leaned down and kissed your lips gently, saying quietly, 'I knew they’d love you as much as I do.’

You scrolled through the lovely tweets for a while longer before eventually putting your phone down and snuggling back into Cal’s arms with a smile still lingering on your face.
You felt as light as a feather - as if a massive weight had been lifted from your shoulders. You were so incredibly happy and you felt all warm and fuzzy inside.

You leaned up and peppered sweet kisses all over Calvin’s sleeping face, just out of pure joy until he broke out in a smile and opened his eyes, wrapping his arms tighter around you.
'Sleep!’ He said, smiling, lifting you up and flipping you so your back was to his front and you couldn’t interrupt his sleep anymore.
He wrapped himself around you and held your body close to his.
You leaned into him happily and fell asleep with a smile still on your face.


Lol I just got acrylic nails and they’re so long that I literally can’t type for shit anymore; it’s so frustrating and it takes me AGES so I’m sorry this took so long lmao X
ALSO, that fucking SELFIE on Twitter?!?!?
I WAS NOT PREPARED WHAT THE FUCK LMAO R U TRYNA KILL ME BOI

anonymous asked:

Please do a qxreader where he sees a fan in a meet and greet and hooks up with them!

( SMUT REQUEST, READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED )

He luckily laughs when he hears the one joke you’d been holding onto all evening. You’re actually surprised you’re not more star struck standing here on stage with these four men that you feel like you watch on a daily basis, as they just hang around even with all these people around and talk to them. But the one you’d kept your eyes on all night during the show was the one and only Brian Quinn. You couldn’t explain what it was about him that caught your attention, but he did. And now you’re here, doing the one thing you never imagined yourself doing. Talking to him. 

“You know what I think would be cool to do with you? Play video games.” 

And now you’ve got him hooked. He’s such a nerd that the mention of comics, video games, or movies from someone as pretty as you has him baited and hooked. He looks over at you eyes twinkling only slightly, after signing someone’s copy of the season 3 DVD and goes, “Oh I don’t think you’d want to play with me. I might be a little good for you.” 

You can hear the tease in his voice, though. Anyone else with that comment would’ve made your blood boil, but not him. Rather, you put your hands on your hips, “Oh yeah?” “Oh yeah.” “I wish I could prove you wrong.”

Now this where he’s sure he’s bound to screw up. He likes you. Which is a bizarre thing to think about when he’s only just met you, and they’re gonna be flying out in the morning. But he likes you. And he’s willing to tell you in a, when he thinks about it, not so subtle way. “Buy me a drink first.” And you do. You both head out to a bar after while the others were tired enough that they just wanted to go back to the hotel get a few hours in before they had to get up and fly out. 

He’s enjoying your company enough that he doesn’t even realize when ‘Last Call’ comes about. You’re not gonna lie, you’ve enjoyed this time, and you’re almost sad to see it come to an end, what you feel like is too soon. You pay for both of your drinks and hop off the stool. “This was great, Q, but I’m gonna go. You’re probably tired.” And as you put out you hand to give it a shake, he takes it and shakes his head, “No” before pulling you in for a kiss. You don’t expect it, but you’re not fighting him either when he planted that smooch on your lips. “Lets go back to my room.” You’re a little drunk, you won’t lie. So all you say to that is, “Which way?”

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