this will make you dizzy if you keep staring at it lol



Some people asked because of my TONGUE IN CHEEK POST about it the other night, well!!! all it is, is being consciously aware that you’re dreaming. You can kinda train your brain to do it and it’s fukken awesome ok!  I learned from a bunch of books I got out from the library one summer back in high school and I have kept up all the habits since then until shit got weird but we don’t talk about that

sometimes you get to a point where you can control your dream and force yourself to dream about a certain thing . either way it’s really damn neat to just have conscious awareness while you’re asleep and if nothing else, it’s something fun to do that doesn’t cost anything.

I got into it a few years before Inception came out, if you can believe it. So when that movie came out talking about the same ideas my mind was  blown 

First things first:


This is your ability to actually remember your dreams. Because imagine, even if you end up having a lucid dream,  what’s the point if you completely forget it as soon as you’re awake? Some people think they don’t dream anymore but it isn’t true, everyone dreams. Some people just don’t remember.

So Write down  all your dreams, anything that you can remember as soon as you wake up.

I just text it to myself first thing in the morning and usually they’re super disjointed and barely readable but it’s just enough to have me remember them again. even if you can only remember little snippets, the more you do this the better you can get at remembering.


Dream cues are these little things that make you realize you’re asleep because they differ between reality and your dreams. They’re kind of like triggers that will make you realize you’re dreaming. The idea is to check in on these cues even when you’re awake, so that when it becomes a habit in real life, it will become a habit when you’re asleep.

It’s also a good way to check if you’re actually awake because sometimes dreams are super realistic. I’ve had a lot of dreams where I woke up in my bed, then did the reality check only to figure out I was dreaming.

Different people have different ones but there’s some common ones:

-mirrors: In real life you look like yourself. in a dream you’ll look like a really distorted version of yourself or like a completely different person. I don’t recommend this one because what you see in the mirror might freak you out into just waking up lol

-counting your fingers and seeing more or less than the amount of fingers you have

-electronics that don’t work

-text that changes when you read it, look away and then read it again

-dim lights [i hate light dimmers for this reason eugh]

-loose teeth

My personal ones are the and fingers and the changing text! So in real life, I count my fingers, and read some text, look away and read it again to see if it changes.

If I have more than 5 fingers, I realize I’m asleep and that’s where the lucid part starts.

Personally for me, all of these have served as dream cues, but these two are the ones that i literally check on. Another big one for me is if my teeth are loose, it’s an automatic cue for knowing I’m asleep.


So you made a habit out of checking in on your dream cues and writing down your dreams. Now how do you actually do this thing….

There are some REALLY SPECIFIC METHODS To inducing a lucid dream . Some people practice one method that brings you from wakefulness directly into a dream, with NO LOSS OF CONSCIOUSNESS. I find this a little rarer but it’s definitely happened to me

Others have the method where you fall asleep as usual, end up in a dream, and then your consciousness wakes up while you’re in the dream. This is more common I think.

my sleep science might be off but this is it as I’ve understood it.

so the general method is to go to bed super early. like 9pm. And set your alarm for Stupid O Clock. I am talking some ungodly hour that you will never be up, like 4:30.

Reason being: You will literally never go to sleep and immedeitly start dreaming. You have to have been asleep for a few hours, having gotten a few sleep cycles in. The longer you sleep, the deeper your sleep cycles run and the more restful sleep you’ll have as the night goes on. It’s only in the later sleep cycles that you start to dream.

This is the reason you’re groggy in the morning [you were just in the middle of your deepest sleep cycle] but not groggy at all if you wake up at like 12

So the goal is to wake up right before you’re gonna go into a deep sleep cycle.

Stay awake for a few minutes, go to the bathroom or something, read some stuff on lucid dreaming on your phone… You want to wake up your brain so that your mind is conscious and running even though you’re dead tired.

Now you can go back to sleep, and the conditions are pretty much met for having a lucid dream.

SO GENERALLY NOW, it’s really likely that you’re gonna have a regular dream.

But if you’ve been making a habit out of doing your dream cues/reality checks while you’re awake, at some point you’re gonna do it while you’re asleep.

stuff from the waking world carries over into dreamtown. it’s the same reason you’ll have super realistic dreams about your job or people you know.

IT’S ACTUALLY SUPER COOL When you do your dream-cues and you see different results from real life. Like I’ll count my fingers and realize there’s 6 of them and be like Ohhh shit! I’m asleep! Time to go wild.

Usually I just fly around like a motherfucker but it’s so cool to be your exact same self who is able to think about your family/friends/homework/life/memes except you’re flying


OK SO NOW THAT YOU’RE AWAKE while dreaming, you can  try controlling your dream. This is a bit harder to explain but in my opinion it’s as easy as focusing/dwelling on what you want to do..kind of like repeating a mantra mentally.

Like lets say you’re dreaming and you come across a house. As you’re walking towards it, tell yourself “Captain Kirk is in this house and we’re gonna have the time of our damn life.” TELL YOURSELF WITH CONVICTION! BELIEVE IT! CAPTAIN KIRK IS IN THE HOUSE! OVER AND OVER!

also try practising controlling on little things first. Like point to the sky and say “brighter” or “more purple” or “bluer” or think “I want it to be night time instead" and it SHOULD change.


There’s 2 tricks I know of that will keep you in a dream for longer when you feel like you’re about to wake up and you don’t want to.

One is spinning: If you feel yourself waking up, try spinning around on the spot till you’re dizzy. Things will blur around you and then they will clear up and get super sharp! Especially spinning while crouching. I have no idea why this works, but it does and others have said the same thing.

The other is, when you feel like things are getting blurry, focus on ONE spot in the dream. I usually crouch and like, stare at the details and texture of the road really really close up. For some reason, pinpointing your focus on one little thing will refocus the dream.



Honestly the more you read about lucid dreaming, the more likely you are to have one for yourself..Even by reading this you’re more likely to have one. It’s weird, but it works. When I would regularly read books on the topic they’d say the same thing and it was true. It’s kind of like, the fact that you’re aware that it can happen makes it likely to happen..

SO YEAH, before you go to sleep or when you wake up at 4 in the morning, google it, see what others have to say. Get your brain in gear for it. there’s lots of posts online that will probably talk about the same stuff that I have here but this is my legit personal experience with it and stuff over the years.


Grammys part two: Josh Dun imagine

Y/N: Y’all this went from hardcore fluff to hardcore smut reaaaaal fast. Lol jk. No, but really. When the boys lose their pants the fans lose their shit. Anyways, I’ll shut up now. Enjoy.

Anonymous said:
Omg, please do a sequel to grammy??????? 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Part one:

*continued female reader, light smut

“Okay, I didn’t know what you meant by taking off your pants, but now I clearly do,” Jenna burst out laughing as you all entered into the restaurant and took a seat. “Goodness gracious you guys.”

“I bet you were staring,” Tyler smirked. “I’m sure you were.”

“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes as you all sat at a table, opening up the menus.

“You’re all dressed awfully fancy tonight. I assume you all just got back from the Grammys. Twenty One Pilots, right?” the waiter smiled.

“That’s us,” Tyler grinned proudly.

“Sweet,” the waiter beamed. “Anything I can get you guys at the moment? Drinks?”

“Yeah that sounds good,” Jenna nodded. You had all decided to go out for a celebratory meal after the awards. You had settled on a nice Mexican restaurant, not too fancy, but not too casual either.

“Hey,” Josh nudged you beside him. “Check your phone.”

“Why?” you stared at him, confused.

“Just do it, baby,” he insisted.

“Fine,” you sighed, picking up your phone but your expression slowly fading away into uncomfortableness as you read the text he had just sent you.

J: Did you like what you saw on stage tonight?
Y/N: Fucking behave. We’re at dinner.

You glared at him and he turned his head away, acting unfazed.

J: Answer the question.
Y/N: You know I always like what I see when I’m staring at you
J: Yeah but how did you feel?
Y/N: Wdym?
J: All those people staring at me, all those fans probably lusting over me, and you there, watching me tug down my pants…

“Hey!” Jenna snapped. “He’s asking you what you want to drink.”

“Huh?” both you and Josh looked up from your phones, turning red, staring at the waiter.

“Anything to drink?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, uh yeah,” you stammered out. Josh just looked at you, pretending as if nothing had happened. The waiter took your drink order and walked away, Tyler striking up a conversation about some of the performances.

“What if you guys performed?” Jenna laughed. “You think you’d bring the hamster ball and giant confetti canon to the Grammy’s?”

“Oh I’m sure we would figure something out,” Tyler nodded. You felt your phone buzz in your lap and you shot Josh a glare before opening it.

J: Stop leaving questions unanswered babe
Y/N: Stop texting me dirty things and actually pay attention to the conversation
J: I am
Y/N: Jenna and Tyler invited us here to celebrate, not to be antisocial
J: Answer the question
Y/N: Fine, sure. I was turned on. Is that what you wanted to hear?

“Don’t you think, y/n?” Jenna wondered and you flickered your eyes up, completely lost in what they were talking about. There was a second of silence before she hinted you on. “We’d get the drum kits and just make the crowd hold them up?”

“Oh definitely,” you gave a fake laugh before glancing down at your phone again, angry and annoyed at Josh’s attempts.

J: How turned on?
Y/N: I might be turned on but I’m about ready to turn my phone off if you keep this shit up
J: I’m not even doing anything
Y/N: Sure…
J: You wouldn’t dare
Y/n: Watch me
J: Don’t

“You guys, okay? You seem pretty distracted,” Tyler finally brought up the obvious.

“Just a lot of people congratulating us,” Josh shrugged. “Sorry, it’s probably not the appropriate time for this.”

“You’re right,” you quickly agreed. “I say we turn our phones off for the rest of the dinner.”

“Smart idea,” Jenna smiled at the proposition, but you caught Josh giving you a death stare beside you. You quickly shut off your phone and put it face down on the table, watching as Josh slowly did the same.

“You’ll be sorry you did that,” Josh murmured under his breath, just enough for you to realize. You swallowed uncomfortably, trying to ignore his comments. What was he so worked up about anyways? Geez.

“Do you think we’ll get invited back?” Tyler joked.

“Most likely,” Jenna nodded. “You guys are so talented. You’re bound to win another.”

“Then we’ve got to take it up a notch,” Tyler decided. “What’s more attention grabbing than standing up there in our underwear?”

“Oh I’m sure you two could think of plenty of things,” Jenna chuckled softly. Your hand was laying in your lap when you felt Josh lay his hand on top of yours underneath the table. You drew in a sharp breath and Tyler gave you an uncertain glance for a second before dismissing it, and you exhaled, trying to ignore it. Maybe he was just trying to hold hands.

“We’ll go streaking next Grammys!” Tyler cried.

“No way,” Jenna shook her head, stifling her laughter. “Not on my watch.”

“I bet y/n would love to see that,” Josh smirked and you narrowed your eyes, apparent you didn’t find his humor amusing. You felt him grab ahold of your wrist underneath the table, lifting your hand off your lap and moving it towards his leg, then down, resting your hand right over his crotch, his hard on becoming extremely obvious. Shit, of course he’d pull something like this. Especially now without the texting. He laid his hand on top of yours again, pressing down and your felt your cheeks turn red, trying to act nonchalant as you were being guided on how to grope him underneath the table.

“You okay, y/n?” Jenna softened her eyes. “You look sort of uh…”

“I’m fine,” you shook your head. “I think I just need to use the restroom and clear my mind for a little bit. I think I’m a little dizzy from the Grammys, all those people and the lights and noise and stuff.”

“Okay, take care of yourself sweetie,” Jenna replied. “We’ll be here when you come back.” You tried to get up but Josh grabbed your arm, grip tight around your wrist. You tugged several times but he wouldn’t let go until finally you swiveled your arm out of his grasp and snatched your phone off the table, marching off to find the bathroom. Of course, when you got in, there were several texts from Josh. So much for the not using the phones thing.

J: Get your ass out here right now.
Y/N: I don’t know what the fuck is up with you tonight
J: You know exactly what’s up with me, stop playing stupid
Y/N: I don’t know if it’s just cause you won a Grammy so you think you can be cocky and all, but you’re acting like a total dick, Josh
J: I just want you baby
Y/N: You’re the one who said yes to dinner!
J: You’re the one who said no to texting
Y/N: And look where that led us
J: We can always ditch
Y/N: Shut up, that’d be so rude. Jenna and Tyler have been nothing but nice tonight
J: I just really want to fuck you, I saw you in that dress when we walked in the restaurant and maybe it’s the lighting or just the adrenaline rush from being on the stage or me taking my pants off earlier, but I really need this right now baby
Y/N: I know I want it too
J: Then please
Y/N: After dinner
J: During dinner
Y/N: No
J: Fine. Either way come out right now. Jenna’s getting worried and she’s gonna check up on you if you don’t show soon.
Y/N: If I come out, will you behave?
J: Sure
Y/N: See you soon
J: Love youuu
Y/N: Love you too, dimwit

You took a deep breath and collected yourself before heading back to the table and sliding in the seat beside Josh, plastering a smile on your face. “You feeling better, honey?” Jenna wondered.

“Yeah I’m doing just fi-” you couldn’t help but stop midsentence as Josh put a hand on your upper thigh, resting it there above the fabric of your dress. “Fine. I’m doing fine.”

“Okay…” Jenna shrugged.

“Did you feel sick?” Tyler frowned, looking worried and concerned. “I think Jenna has some painkillers in her purse if you need it.”

“I’m fine, r-EALLY,” your voice wavered as Josh tugged up the fabric of your dress to your waist, both your legs bare and exposed underneath the table. Fuck.

“You sure?” Tyler insisted, sensing something was off.

“Yeah, honessssssssssst,” you reassured, ignoring the way your voice dragged out at the end when Josh’s thumb dipped underneath the waistband of your underwear and slid the fabric down your legs to above your knees.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” Josh reassured, sly smile on his face only you could detect. Hell, and to think Tyler and Jenna thought he was being sweet. You bit down on your lower lip hard when you felt Josh’s fingers brush past your clit and rest against your folds.

“Who’s ready for some appetizers?” the waiter wondered, smile on his face as he approached.

As soon as you were about to answer Josh’s fingers pushed into you and you let out a moan, everyone at the table turning their attention towards you. “Ohhhh those sound delicious,” you tried to recover. “Mmm god, appetizers? That just sounds so, oh fuck-” Josh began to pump his fingers in and out of you, staring at you above the table as if nothing was even going on. “I’m so hungry. Appetizers, hell yeah.” You were doing such a shitty job at covering up your act but it was the best alternative you could think of at the moment. Your legs were starting to shake and you could barely speak.

“Someone’s um, particularly hype for appetizers,” Tyler commented.

“I love me some good fooooood,” you moaned the last part as Josh curled his fingers inside of you, hitting your g-spot. “Shit, food is so great. Damn.”

“Someone really likes food,” the waiter chuckled, looking confused and uncomfortable, almost everyone unable to understand what your problem was.

“Come on baby,” Josh prodded. “Why don’t you order something?”

“Sure,” you glanced at him, noticing the way he was trying so hard to suppress a smirk, then flickered your eyes back to the menu. You attempted to cross your legs in hopes of Josh quitting it but he only rammed his fingers deeper inside of you and you gasped in your seat, Tyler and Jenna whipping their heads towards you.

“Okay, spill it,” Jenna demanded. “What’s wrong?”

“Something’s wrong?” the waiter softened his expression. “Uh, is there anything I can do to help?”

“I just think I need to get some fresh air,” you shook your head. “Josh, um, why don’t you come out with me for a little bit?”

“Sure,” Josh agreed slowly. “Whatever you say, babe.” He slowly drew his fingers out from inside you and you took the opportunity to slide up your panties and tug down your dress, then grabbed Josh’s hand with a tight grip and basically dragged him out the door.

“You’re fucking dead,” you hissed, tugging him outside and to the back of the restaurant.

“What do you mean?” he raised his eyebrows, acting innocent. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you demanded, tugging him to a place without windows or cars or pedestrians and quickly surveying the area before crashing your lips on his, pushing him back into the wall of the restaurant, slamming his body against yours and grinding yourself down on him. Your sloppy, messy, desperate kisses became more heated and you finally pulled away, staring into his eyes. “Don’t pull that shit during dinner ever again. I hate you.”

“You fucking love me,” he rolled his eyes. “You know you were just as turned on as I was, baby.”

“I still am,” you murmured, tilting your head back as he sucked on your neck, his lips trailing down your skin.

“Dammit you look so good in this dress,” he sighed. He traced the outlines of your body with his palms, sliding them down your figure, resting at your hips when you took a step away. “Where you going baby?”

“To dinner,” you snapped. “To behave.”

“You’re going to leave me like this?” he frowned, disappointed. “Come on, I’m dying here and I’ve already tried everything.”

“Listen up, Joshua,” you sighed, walking closer and poking a finger in his chest, glaring up at him. You leaned in close, remaining eye contact, lowering your voice to a whisper. “When we get home, you are going to get in that bedroom with me, and you’re going to receive another big award with yours pants off. But that’s never going to happen unless you behave, understand?”

“I like the sound of that,” he smirked.

“Good,” you decided. “Now come with me and let’s order some fucking appetizers.”

he tastes like you, only sweeter | woozi

Originally posted by mvpgyu

summary: you’re drunk, and jihoon doesn’t know what else to do. might as well enjoy the ride.

characters: woozi/reader (ambiguous)

genre: smut, kind of fluffy

word count: 713

a/n: the infamous seven minutes in heaven series makes a come back. ive already done all of hip hop unit so u can go check that out if u like (partially cause im too lazy to link it here lol) also nothing heavy here, just heavy petting lmao

Lee Jihoon was not prepared to play this dumb game, nor was he prepared to have to beat someone’s ass. (By someone, he means Jeonghan.)

Then again, he also wasn’t prepared to have the person he liked in the same room for seven minutes.

When the bottle that he’d spun landed on you, he cursed, feeling the blush begin to rise on his face. “Just my luck,” Jihoon muttered, noticing your heavily inebriated state.

He could see Jeonghan winking from across their little circle, the older making vulgar sexual gestures.

With anyone else, it would have been horrid, problematic even, but Jihoon had a better mind than to take advantage of anyone, and Jeonghan knew that.

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I will never let you fall

a/n: This is my gift to my best friend @eroticgropefest​​. Hope you appreciate my first (and maybe only) attempt at a snowbaz fic just for you, bruh! o// I figured since I’m helping turn you into as much of an h/c hoe as myself, you’d enjoy reading some of that as well (also I’m all out of ideas SORRY I TRIED). Enjoy your 26th aging up <3 :P


Snow is infuriating. I’m certain I’m not the only one who sees it: the way he shrugs at most questions, considering it to be enough of an answer; how he gets flustered and fumbles around looking for his words; how he has absolutely no control over his own immense powers; the way he follows the Mage around, like some kind of stray dog on a very short leash, awaiting his commands.

The most powerful magician alive.

I look at him across the room, once again failing at a spell. Bunce looks at him, exasperated, saying something I don’t care to hear. I glare some more at Snow’s ineptitude, feeling a fire deep inside me, something that tells me to shake some sense into him. How stupidly vulnerable he is! The dangers he puts himself in by his complete lack of control. How easy he’ll be to break under my hands when we inevitably have to face each other.

I can imagine myself marching over to him, pushing him up against a wall. I’d hold on to his neck and look right into those eyes, Snow’s unremarkable eyes, so ordinary and plain looking. I’d stare right at him (and I might choke him a little.) (Not too much, just a little. Just enough). He’d growl at me and it would smell of smoke and get unbearably warm. He’d be so close and alive and warm, I might have a taste. Bite a chunk right out of his neck in front of everyone. (or I might just snog the fuck out of him. Either one).

I don’t do any of that. Instead, I shake my head and then glare at him across the room, while Bunce continues to tell the absolute idiot what to do. Soon he seems to feel my stare and looks up at me. At first he seems confused, but his slow brain finally catches up. and he glares right back, closing his fist more strongly around his wand.

Simon Snow never stops driving me fucking crazy.

There are definitely some things people don’t tell you about sharing a room with the chosen one.

One of them is how once he’s put something on his mind, he’ll never drop it. Crowley, Snow might have won an award for most stubborn person ever if it existed (I’m convinced they should create one just for him at this point). He’s incredibly persistent about his moronic ideas, like his obsession with keeping the windows open. No matter how many times I close them, he’ll open them back up. I suspect he’s doing it out of principle at this point, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging it.

There’s an infinite number of frustrating things about living with Snow (besides the irony of living with someone you’re supposed to kill, but instead stupidly caught feelings for) (I may be biased on that one though). From the pointless arguments to the loud nightmares he seems to have convinced himself I don’t know about (a good match to my own relentless night terrors). Or even the way he’s completely oblivious to every single redeeming quality I (debatably) possess. Or even the most cruel ones, like the way looks after he falls asleep, all soft angles and relaxed jaw. Or the unyielding sexual frustration of having him so close to the touch and so hopelessly unreachable.

Yet, no matter how bad those things are, they still feel like they’re almost worth the amount of private wanking I have to do in an attempt to get him off my mind (it never works) (why would it?) It still feels more than I deserve, to have him this close to me. It’s almost comforting (almost, when it isn’t absolutely infuriating).

The truly bad thing about sharing a room with the Chosen One that no one tells you about isn’t even the arguing and all the times he loses his patience and grabs me, manhandling me while I cooly remind him of the anathema. It isn’t even the fact that, while he does that, I just want to push him against the wall and kiss him hard.

The worst thing of all is when he just isn’t there. (and you don’t know where he is or what happened or if he’s safe.) (Why would you when he hates you?)

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What To Expect

Requested by Anonymous: Reader is Barry’s girlfriend of four years and she finds out she’s pregnant but she doesn’t know how to tell him because she’s affraid it’s too soon.

Pairings: Barry Allen x reader

Word count: 1793

A/N: Hey guys, here’s another request after a long ass time lol I hope you like it, I’d love to hear your opinions x


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🐰🐐: headcanons of dorky kaneki slowly falling in love with touka

okay, i think i’ve talked about this before. I basically said that Kaneki’s behavior towards Touka was definitely going to change from now on, and that maybe he would start seeing her with different eyes, appreciating her in different ways and starting to consider his options.. after a love confession, you usually start to see things differently. So these are a few headcanons that i have in mind of Kaneki basically starting to feel a little butterfly fluttering inside his tummy thanks to Touka-chan.

  • karaoke time. Yes, again. Nishiki is bored and wants some party time *insert Furuta’s party mask* and of course, he needs to drag his friends with him. So Tsukiyama, Touka, Kaneki, Hinami and Ayato decide to join him. They’re all singing and showing their talents. Nishiki brings blood wine with him and Touka gets a little dizzy. It’s her turn to sing, a very hardcore rock-pop song & not feminine at all, but she looks badass as fuck so she sings and shakes her head and nobody is really paying attention to her? 😂  everyone is discussing goat stuff except for Tsukiyama, who looks at Touka and says “you’re doing it wrong, that’s not how you’re supposed to sing it” so he walks towards her trying to teach her, Touka complains and both fight for the mic, and while Nishiki and the others are talking about goat, Kaneki is not taking part in the conversation. He’s looking at Touka with dorky eyes like… not very sure of why he’s looking at her like that, she’s just yelling at Tsukiyama and having fun, but he’s just staring at her like an idiot. Then Tsukiyama gets angry and he looks at Kaneki like “Kaneki-kun! tell her something!! she won’t let me sing!” and Kaneki is like… “u-uhh.. she’s just, uhm… drunk, let her sing a bit more” and Touka is like heya and keeps singing and that’s the perfect excuse for Kaneki to keep looking at her in silence.

  • she falls asleep against the counter and it’s actually a pretty chilly day. Kaneki arrives at :re for whatever reason and he finds her resting her head on her arms on the counter and she’s snorting a bit, Kaneki is not sure if he should wake her up or let her sleep there, so after thinking about it for almost ten minutes lol, he takes off his jacket and places it on her back to keep her warm and leaves the shop. When Touka wakes up, she finds his jacket on her and his smell is like all over the place and Touka is like ;-; omg… did he…? 

  • hands touching accidentally. Whenever Touka makes him a coffee and hands him the mug (or Kaneki gives back the empty mug) their fingers briefly touch and Kaneki feels like his chest is a mess everytime it happens. Touka doesn’t seem to notice, she keeps acting like nothing happened, but Kaneki’s eyes quickly travel to the place in where she touched him, or stares at her like ……. why do i feel this way?

  • every time he has to go somewhere, or do something and needs someone’s help, he asks Touka-chan. His heart is completely embarrassed about it but he tries to keep it cool on the outside. “Okay, i’ll go… Touka-chan, you come too?” or “good, Nishiki let’s go… -deep silence- ……… you too, Touka-chan” and Touka just follows him with a nod, not trying to look extremely excited (because she is).

  • THE BOOK TRICK. His inner Haise comes back to life again when, without noticing, he keeps doing what he did before. Read a book, or some papers from the organization, and peering at Touka while she’s not looking. Especially when she’s being sweet to Hinami or grumpy with the garden kids because they’re criticizing her food, Kaneki smiles a bit and Touka turns around and when she sees him, Kaneki quickly lowers his gaze to his lecture, blushing and pretending that it didn’t happen, but Touka knows. She smiles too. 
Amusement Park Date with Taehyung

Anonymous: Hello! ^_^ I was wondering if I could please request an amusement park date with Taehyung, like the movie night with Taehyung ask? That one was cute :“) I’m so soft for Tae lol Thank you!

This is so cute!!

Going to the amusement park for a date with Taehyung would include:

  • Getting cotton candy as soon as you set foot in the park
  • but also discovering churros
  • and then the gift shops
  • and soon you’re both decked out in the hottest Superman and Batman gear you could buy
  • “can we trade y/n I like batman better”
  • “no tae batman is mine”
  • you two would walk around the park holding hANDS AW
  • just like swinging your arms back and forth
  • tae would pull you in different directions to look at different performers 
  • and when it was time to pick a ride 
  • the two of you would stand there and stare up at the crazy ass ride and be like
  • “yes?”
  • “no. definitely no.”
  • but eventually you’d drag him on a ride that you ASSURED him wasn’t bad
  • but he almost cut off the circulation in your hand when the two of you went down the drop
  • screaming but laughing at the same time made him sound like a donkey and you loved it
  • “hOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME,” he’d cry and make you buy him ice cream ((would lowkey put a $20 in your pocket so he’s technically paying for it))
  • there would be a point where taehyung found the kid rides and dragged you
  • on
  • all
  • of
  • them
  • the swinging cow ride?
  • “we’re going y/n stop fighting me on this”
  • “it’s for 5 year olds taehyung, so I mean you can go on it if you want you’d fit right in honey” you’d say smugly
  • he would just stare at you
  • “that was a low blow” and pull you into the cart next to him despite your protests
  • when you got dizzy he would put his arm around your waist and pull you against him to steady you
  • but you’d end up just staying that way because he was nice and warm and you adored him
  • and he’d look down and kiss you on the nose making the both of you laugh
  • and if you really did end up getting scared on a ride or nervous in line he would talk to you and tell you something stupid Namjoon did the day before 
  • “Y/N, there’s nothing to worry about, I promise. You’re gonna be fine.”
  • And he’d be super duper proud of you for going on the ride you were scared of
  • but that sweetness would come tumbling down when he saw the picture the ride took of the two of you
  • he’d be laughing so hard at your face he couldn’t breathe
  • and you’d be doing the same because he had the weirdest look on his face
  • he’d totally end up buying two copies to keep forever it was worthy of another $20
  • he hated the characters that would walk the streets and try to talk to you and you’d just stand behind him as the characters harassed and chased after him
  • he would just yell as he ran in circles 
  • you’d be taking snapchat after snapchat and sending them ALL to the boys
  • at the end of the day when the sun was setting taehyung would get so romantic
  • “can we go on the ferris wheel? please??” 
  • and at the top like all the cliche movies he’d lean in and kiss you until you were about halfway down to the bottom
  • “what are you doing I wasn’t done yet” and you’d pull his face towards you to kiss him again
  • “rides over kids”
  • queue severe blushing from both you and tae when the conductor found the two of you wrapped up in each other

anonymous asked:

i am a fan of the "chocobros rescuing s/o" scenario and lots of angst. ;) could you please write short scenarios for the bros saving their severely injured gf during a battle and maybe the aftercare they'd give? thank you!

Hello Anon! Thank you for sending such an angsty request! This was originally supposed to be posted last night (according to Aussie Eastern Standard time) and it is now Saturday night xD I got a little carried away with the angst part! I didn’t quite go too much into detail in regards to aftercare, but I tried to add in fluff and cuddles so that ya’ll don’t hurt too badly! I think Ignis’ is the only one that explicitly mentions aftercare LOL! Hope I did your request justice though, lovely!

**NOTE: Can you tell? Ignis is my fave… LOL- I feel slightly guilty about how long his scenario turned out, but I also don’t want to cut anything out xD**

Noctis: It’s strange how life works. One minute, you’re implicated in a routine battle with a nest of hundlegs, and then the next your whole world turns is knocked off kilter. A heavy weight is pressed up against your back and a low growl hits the ear that’s not currently pressed into the long, green grass beneath your pinned body. You try to squirm away from the creature- you’re pretty sure it’s a full-grown coeurl- but your upper back is burning where the coeurl’s claws have punctured long, deep gashes into your skin.

You let out a weak cry for help, and try to reach out towards Noctis- but he’s too far away and too focused on warp-striking the creepy crawlies around him. He has no idea you’re in trouble. You begin to lose focus as the heavy weight on your back, and your quick blood loss, render it hard for you to breathe. The last thing you remember hearing before your whole world turned blank was Prompto’s panicked scream, followed by the tell-tale blue light that usually followed Noct’s warp-strikes.

When you come to, you find that your right hand is encased in a strong, sweaty grip. Whoever was holding your hand, they’d been holding on for quite some time. You try to flex your fingers in the person’s grasp, and whoever had been holding your hand immediately lets go. You slowly open your eyes and turn your head to your right, your tired eyes meeting with your boyfriend’s midnight blue orbs. The skin around his eyes are tinged pink, like he’d been rubbing tears from his eyes continuously.

You attempt to sit up, only to let out a pained cry when the movement stretches the wounds on your back. Noctis’ face falls and you swear you hear him whimper. His shoulders are hunched and his eyes are now averted from your pained stare. You frown at his behaviour.

“Hey, don’t be like that. I was careless…” you begin, only to have Noctis shake his head almost violently. You stop speaking and regard him, a concerned expression fixed onto your face. After a few moments of stillness, Noctis turns his face back to you and stares deeply into your eyes- resolve evident on his handsome, yet youthful features.

“I promised I would take care of you, and you almost bled to death. If Prompto hadn’t noticed, you could have died… I failed.”

You shake your head. “No, Noct…”

“Don’t try to make it better- I screwed up.” Noctis states firmly before hesitantly leaning forward and planting a soft peck on your cheek. Bewildered, you keep your eyes wide open and watch Noctis’ movements carefully. He reaches for your hand again and squeezes it firmly in his grasp. His palms are still sweaty- he must have been really shaken by your attack and resultant injuries. “I’ll do better… so that there won’t be a next time.”

All you can do is nod, because you don’t know what to say to make it better. You know it’s not his fault- that it’s not his responsibility to look after you. As a matter of fact, you were part of his Crownsguard- his tactical intelligence advisor. You were supposed to be protecting and guiding him…

It was your turn to look away, as the consequences of your incompetence in battle- and your rather unsavoury relationship with your prince- hit you hard. It was you who failed today- not Noctis.

Prompto: You’re not sure what’s going on. There’s a flurry of movement above you, next to you… all around you! You’re getting dizzy and you feel some wet stuff pouring out of your shoulder from what you think is a small bullet hole. You try your best to keep your eyes open, but you’re losing blood quick and no one can hear your small voice calling out for help. A few minutes later, after fighting the urge to shut your eyes for what seemed like the longest time, you succumbed to the heavy downward tugs of your eyelids.

The next time you pry your eyes open, you’re surprised you’re actually alive. You had lost a LOT of blood and everyone was too confused to have come to your aid on time. Your eyes shoot straight to your injured shoulder, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at the thick gauze dressing surrounding the bullet wound. Disbelief slowly turned into annoyance, and then annoyance very quickly turned into red hot anger. Your boyfriend, Prompto Argentum, sharpshooter extraordinaire… had shot you. He freaking shot you! You almost died! You swing your legs over the side of your cot, fighting the dizzy spell that tried to pull you back down onto your sick bed, only to be met with the concerned face of your boyfriend.

“No, y/n, you need to lie down.” Prompto’s voice sounded kind of strange- like he’d been screaming or crying for a prolonged period of time. His voice was raspy and pitchy, and nothing like the cheery tone you were used to. You tried to cross your arms in front of you, but the position pulled at your wound uncomfortably, so you settled for placing your uninjured hand on Prompto’s chest to shove him out of the way. You were still mad that he’d shot you.

“Where was that concern when you pierced a bullet through my shoulder?” You grit out, your notoriously fiery temper showing itself. Prompto’s bottom lip immediately trembled as he shook his head, denying your words.

“That’s not how it happened. I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry- I know I messed up. I almost killed you… I don’t even know what… I can’t even…” Prompto hiccupped between words, each of his heaving breaths causing your heart to clamp painfully in your chest. You did this. You hurt your sunshine.  

“It was an accident and I’m sorry for getting mad at you for something that wasn’t even your fault. I’m such an ass hole- look at you taking such good care of me, my baby chocobo,” you cooed, fighting hard against your own guilty tears as you leaned against the warm body of your boyfriend.

Without letting go of the supplies he brought for you, he brought his warm and gentle arms around you, sobbing his guilt out quietly onto your shoulder. You rubbed the nape of Prompto’s neck and pressed a kiss to his shoulder in turn.

“I’m so glad you’re here. I’m so glad I can call you mine. I’m so sorry. It’s not your fault, I promise.” Despite your desperate words of reassurance, Prompto’s sobs hadn’t subsided for another few minutes. You shut your eyes tight and tried to control your own breathing- you could be terribly cruel at the worst of times…

Gladiolus: You’re fighting side-by-side with Gladio, stabbing at the Ronin whenever you found an opening with your lance. Gladio’s hacking and slashing at the tall daemon, a satisfied smirk on his face as he notices that the daemon doesn’t have too much life left in it. Noctis, Prompto and Ignis are all pre-occupied with a Lich that has just joined the fray in an ambush. They’re a good ways away from you and Gladio, so you focus all your attention on the Ronin’s seemingly sluggish movements, and your boyfriends beautiful yet rough battle form.

Suddenly, while you’re checking to see if Gladio needs a potion or remedy, you feel an unbearable burning sensation rip right through your abdomen. You gasp in immense pain as you’re lifted off your feet, impaled by the Ronin’s long katana. Just before it is able to throw you off its blade in a cruel display of battle prowess, Gladio slices clean through the daemon’s middle with an enraged roar.

You feel the blade inside you dissipate, and a chill races up your spine at the unnaturally cool sensation that emanates from the stab site. You hardly feel yourself fall with a thud onto the cold dirt below. You barely register your boyfriend’s shaky voice speaking in low, gravelly tones right into your ear. You don’t know what he’s saying- all you know is pain.

You shut your eyes, and the pain takes over completely.

When you awake, you’re wrapped up comfortably in blankets. You don’t dare try to sit up, because you remember what happened with the Ronin and you can feel the sharp throbs of pain shooting fire throughout your body from where you’d been stabbed.

“Babe?” Gladio’s voice suddenly calls out from beside you. You turn your head, finally noticing his presence, and you can’t help but break into an amused smile at the look of sheer relief on his rugged face.

“You look like you’ve been to hell and back, sweetie…”

Gladio runs a hand through his hair and nods in agreement. “It sure felt that way. I almost lost you back there.” Gladio’s usually strong voice grows shaky with every word he utters. Your heart breaks a little at the sight and sounds of his apparent worry for you. “Iggy was almost sure you’d be dead before we got to civilisation.” Your eyes widen at Gladio’s words and he barks out a weak laugh. “Yeah, you were THAT bad, babe.”

You’re both silent for a few moments before you register Gladio’s uneven breathing. You place your hand on his knee, and look up at his face, only to see silent tears streaming down his scarred cheeks.

“Gladdy… I’m still here. You saved me, I’m safe now.” You say, trying to calm your boyfriend down. Your heart is breaking, and the pain you experience from seeing your boyfriend in such a state dampens the physical pain that had been plaguing you since you woke.

Gladio suddenly leans in and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his hand barely resting atop your bandaged abdomen as he silently cries out of relief, shock, pain and guilt. You let a few of your own tears slip from your watery eyes- you’ve never seen Gladio cry, and you are touched by how much he actually cherishes you.

“And I’ll make sure you’re always safe. This will never happen again.”

You press a soft kiss to Gladio’s temple and sigh, reaching up to bury your fingers into his hair.

“Thank you, my hero.”

Ignis: You’re an academic- not a fighter. Ignis knows this very well, and continuously insists that you stay back at camp while he and the rest of the chocobros take down a nearby hunt. But you won’t have any of it, and forcibly come along- armed only with a notebook, a pen and a magic flask containing a simple healcast spell. Noctis had handed it to you quietly, a small apologetic smile on his face, after Ignis had thrown his hands up in the air in clear frustration and walked away to get ready to take down the bounty.

You and Ignis don’t usually argue, but this situation is slightly different. Your life is potentially on the line, and Ignis absolutely loathes not being in control of any given situation that he may have the power to control. Daemons are unpredictable, and while he didn’t have to worry about his other travel companions not being able to hold their own in the midst of a raging battle, you are inexperienced and quite quick to lose your cool. You are his exact opposite in most aspects, and he fell in love with all your quirks. But your stubbornness… that is always a challenge.

When you and the boys finally arrive at the hunt site, Noctis warps straight into battle, followed by Prompto’s quick volley of bullets at long-range. Gladio leaps into the fray with a loud war cry and quite literally smashes one of the baby garulas out with a single swipe of his blade. Your eyes land on Ignis and his previous frustration at you is obviously being channelled into his powerful jump-strikes- his lance stabbing viciously into the screaming Garulessa he is targeting. You observe the battle, the magic flask tight in your grasp, with awe. The boys fought with artistic precision, twisting and turning amongst each other and working collaboratively to take the pack of Garulas and Garulessas down.

You’re so enthralled with the beauty of the fight, you don’t notice the enraged Garulessa charging at you from your left. By the time you realise you’re about to be trampled to death, your body freezes and then… excruciating pain fills your senses. You feel your ribs crack under the immense weight of the Garulessa’s hefty hoof as it runs over you and towards the boys in a rage. You’re on the ground, unable to even breathe without your agonistic pain increasing two-fold. You crush the flask in your grasp, desperate for relief. Electricity surrounds the atmosphere around you and you slowly find that it’s a little easier to breathe.

“Y/n! Shit- Iggy! She’s down!” You hear Gladio’s voice cry out in a panic. You loll you head to the side, still on the ground, and you notice Prompto, Gladio and Noctis fighting their hardest against the last Garulessa in the fray- the one that had trampled you over. You shut your eyes, just as the familiar accented lilt of your boyfriend’s voice enters your ears.

“No… this is not happening. This is not what is happening right now…” This is the last thing you hear Ignis say as he gathers your head into his lap. The slight jostling shoots pain into every region of your body and you succumb to the darkness.

You don’t know it, but Ignis has not left your side since you fell unconscious. He does not let anyone near you after the doctor has dressed and bandaged the most severe of the injuries you sustained. Due to the shock and trauma your body experiences from the Garulessa ambush, you do not awaken for three days.

When you do eventually open your eyes up, Ignis is by your side, glasses off and looking strangely unkempt. He heaves a sigh of relief when you slowly turn your face towards him, and leans forward to brush his lips across your brow. He leans back, and his moss green eyes are filled with affection.

“There you are- I’ve been worried. You caused quite the stir, young lady.” You groan weakly and shut your eyes momentarily before re-opening them. Your mind is filled with flashbacks from the argument you and Ignis had before the whole ‘trampling’ incident. Your eyes fill up with tears, and Ignis immediately knows what’s on your mind.

He presses a long finger to your lips and shakes his head, his brows furrowed in compassion as he carefully gathers you into his arms. He rocks you gently as you sob, the entirety of the situation crashing down on you.

“Hush, sweetheart. We all make mistakes- I’m just glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I would do if I’d lost you.”

“I’m sorry Iggy,” you whisper through your sobs. The small movements hurt your ribs, and Ignis notices you tense. As if by magic, he brings out a Hi-Elixir and holds the medicine to your lips with a small, sad smile.

“I forgive you. Here, drink.” You smile back, and let Ignis take care of you.

anonymous asked:

how long is your time travel au going to be?

idk but here’s some more of it

(the rest)

Castle Evermore is bad.

Neil travels, but he doesn’t know where or when he is most of the time, too disoriented to pay attention. Once or twice he actually sees Andrew, strapped down in a bed, eyes haunted and unsurprised at Neil’s appearance. When Neil opens his mouth to say something, his vision clouds and fades to black.

Once he ends up on the roof next to Andrew, not his Andrew, one who must already be sober. He looks Neil up and down, taking in his changed appearance—the bandages on his face, hair scrubbed and re-dyed its natural color, Ravens gear—and his mouth quirks in something approximating a frown.

“Where are you supposed to be?” Andrew says.


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Mr. Cupcake and the Rat: A Note

@unpretty​ this is your fault 

Link to Part One of Mr. Cupcake and the Rat

Ren had settled into something akin to a comfortable routine, as much as anyone on the streets could possibly hope to. Every day brought new chaos. The bakery she had staked out as the center of her territory was on the rougher, poorer side of town, and she never knew when violence or cops would spill into her attempt at a peaceful existence.

She’d been heckled while digging through a trash can. When she hadn’t reacted, they’d thrown a bottle at her head. Her hat, an oversized beanie the same dark color as the dirty, matted hair it covered, had kept any glass from digging into her skull, but she had a hell of a headache and was dizzy. That was the sort of thing that made every day different from the next.

But there were some comforting constants.

She swung by the back alley by her bakery. She was quite late, and it was Sunday, so he would already be closed. But no one else came by, which meant… yes.

A little brown bag sitting on the step by the door into the bakery. She snatched it up quickly, stuffing part of it into her mouth so she could use all her limbs. Teeth clenched around the top of the bag, she clambered up onto the dumpster. In a practiced movement, she backed up to the corner, ran forward, and leapt. She caught the bottom rung of the fire escape on the next building, then hauled herself up. She climbed up another two stories on the fire escape, then, bag still dangling from her mouth, leapt onto the bakery roof. She landed on all fours, scrambled across the tile to the end of the house where the roof was at its highest. She slid off of it automatically, arms, then head, then chest and body, feet catching briefly around the edge as she swung herself down. The window was unlocked, because she never locked it. A metal ruler she left sticking out of the bottom made it easy to pry open, and then she slithered in.

The whole effort took less than thirty seconds.

She was getting very good at it.

The attic above the bakery was dark, but that didn’t bother her at all. She’d found a flashlight in an old box, and she had very good night vision. She clambered over bare plywood to her little corner, by the window, hidden behind a whole host of old, dusty boxes. There was a thick pile of blankets on it. She prodded at it a few times to figure out where all the rats were, moving some of them aside, before settling in.

She flicked the flashlight on and opened the bag. Inside was a saran wrapped sandwich, something wrapped in tin foil, two children’s juice boxes, and… ooooh, eclairs. She pulled it all out excitedly, using one of the boxes as a makeshift table. She started with the sandwich, unwrapping it and then carefully sticking the saran wrap around the existent ball of the stuff she was collecting. She didn’t know what for yet. Inside the foil were some sort of puffy baked things, folded and fluffy and filled with white poofyness that might have been cream cheese or something, and flecks of green. She poked at them. Lettuce? She didn’t know. It was too dark to be lettuce, she was pretty sure.

Curiously, she took a bite.

It tasted good, savory and creamy at the same time. She shrugged. It didn’t matter what was in it if it tasted good.

The juice boxes contained soy milk. One was chocolate. She drank that one first.

She fed the dozen or so rats in her blankets little pieces of bread and meat from the sandwich, which was full of some sort of chipped meat, and a vinegary sort of… cabbage maybe? Or a weird pale pickle. And cheese. And some kind of sauce. She didn’t rightly know, but it was good and the bread had a pretty, swirly design on it. The rats didn’t like the weird vinegar cabbage so she got to eat all of that herself. She really liked it. She wondered if she’d ever get to eat it again.

After she and the rats had devoured every last crumb, and the foil had been safely balled up around her Ball of Foil, which sat next to her Ball of Saran Wrap on her makeshift shelf, she flicked on her flashlight and grabbed the empty bag. It was a little greasy at the bottom from sitting for so long, but she could still use the sides. Eagerly, she went to tear it, then paused.

Something was… already written on the side?

She squinted at it, shaking the flashlight to get it to light up better.

“There is an Oktoberfest party today a few blocks away. Please watch out for drunks. Did you know otters have a special pouch where they keep their favorite rock?”

She tilted her head to the side, running a thin finger over the words, written in an unfamiliar scrawl.

Had Mr. Cupcake written this, then? He had never written her anything on a bag before. Except the first time, when he had written LUNCH in large letters.

A party… drunks. That explained the belligerence and the bottle.

She stared at the words for a while longer then flipped over onto her stomach, grabbing the sharpie she used to draw little pictures on the bags after she had eaten.

In careful letters underneath, she wrote, “One of them hit me.” She paused. “With a bottle.” That seemed like it might be an important clarification. Then, below that… “I did not know that. Did you know that rats laugh when they are happy?”

She stared at the words on the paper for a while. She doodled a little rat, laughing, the words HA HA HA over its head. She stared for a while longer. She had never written anyone a letter before. She was pretty sure this wasn’t how you did it. She wrestled with indecision for a while longer, before she tore the bag, carefully, so that the words didn’t rip. Then she taped it onto the slanted roof above her make-shift bed, with her other paper-bag doodles. This was paper bag lunch number fourteen.

She hoped tomorrow would be fifteen.

She hoped tomorrow would have more words on it, too.

She yawned, stomach gurgling and full, and curled up, pulling one of the many blankets over her head. The rats settled in around her, and she drifted into sleep, very full and very warm.

A little possessive-m

Here you go babe, a mature imagine where Y/N returns after smoking with her friends. warnings include blowjobs lol. Enjoy.

You feel as if the world around you was spinning at the fast pace. It makes you dizzy. You clutch onto Sam. 

“Is anyone home?” He asks. 

“Yeah, i think so.” you mumble back as you feel your head ache even more. 

You felt like your the veins and arteries were popping inside your brain. After school today you and a group of small friends gathered at sam’s house to ‘relax’ if you knew what i meant. You haven’t even spoken to Justin today and you sure didnt tell him where you were for the evening. It was probably around 11 pm right now. You were gonna go home earlier but the high was so amazing, you almost couldn’t handle it as you sat there on the living room rug, inhaling the substance. We even played a game to see who could stand on one leg for the longest. You didnt last very long. You had bad balance in general. 


You raise your limp head up to see Justin standing at the door. 

Before you could speak, Sam begins. “She took more than she could handle today.” 

“Get in Y/N.” He speaks not looking at you, “I’ll take it from here. Thanks for looking after her.” 

Justin blankly thanks your friend before shutting the door. You feel as if you were gonna pass out as your body was so weak after getting high. You first felt so much energy but now you felt as if your soul was sucked out, leaving only dead body. You make your way to his bedroom. You spot Justin standing at the door. 

“Where were you today?” 

“I hung out with sam and some others.” 

Justin doesn’t say a word. 

“Thanks for letting me stay here by the way. I couldn’t go home like this, I don’t think my parents would approve.” you joke.

“I don’t want you seeing that guy again.” Justin says, ignoring your previous joke. 

You twist your eyebrows in confusion. He sounded.. mad.


You were not understanding the words coming from Justin’s mouth right now. He steps closer till you could feel his body heat in front of you. You stare back justin. Justin has a evident smirk on his face. He grips your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye. You were sure your eyes were shaking but neither less you keep your face still, not showing him any signs for weakness. He leans closer. You could feel his soft lips brushing against your earlobe. 

“Dont smoke with that guy again.” Justin whispers smoothly in your ear, his voice frightening you because of such a casual tone that he used. 

You knew you could sense yourself get in trouble. 

“Sam?” You barely whisper out. 

Suddenly you forgot how to speak properly. Suddenly you lost your voice. You weren’t sure if Justin had heard it but he had as he chuckles deeply. 

You could feel his grip get tighter, his fingers pushing themselves against your cheek. You were sure it’ll leave red finger prints. Justin suddenly pushes his lips against yours. You feel the possessiveness in the kiss. He bites gently on your bottom lip, slipping it against his teeth before letting it go. You feel the pain from the lip bite and the harsh grip he had on your face. But you couldn’t help but secretly feel turned on by his possessive actions. 

You didn’t even notice yourself walking back but you feel the end of the bed against your back knee. You look back at Justin with hungry as you take a seat on his bed. Justin narrows his eyes down at you, watching you with a furious glare. You were faced directly with his manhood right in front of you. You couldn’t help but stare at the large bulge in front of you, making your lower stomach tingle as you knew exactly what was under those grey sweatpants. 

Justin glares down at you, awaiting your next move. You batter your eyelashes up at him, before reaching your hand up his white t shirt. You felt his amazing structured abs and danced your dainty fingers around his lower waist. You lift up his shirt a little, exposing his bare hips. You slowly lean down, focusing your eyes on his expression as your gently suck on his little bird tattoo. Justin sucks his breath in. 

“You’re enjoying this too much babygirl.” 

Justin lift his shirt off, his muscles flexing as he does. Your mouth waters at the sight as your run your fingers across his lower back, feeling his back dimples. Before you could appreciate and kiss his body a bit more, Justin’s fingers travel to your hair, gripping it between his fingers. He yanks down harshly, forcing you to look up at him. He grins. 

“I love the way you look right now Y/N. How about you suck my dick?”

You take your bottom lip between your teeth, feeling yourself get wet at his dirty words. Justin never was the type to be vocal during the intimate moments you two have but you weren’t minding it at all, loving that he was making you wet without evening touching you. 

Justin yanks his bottoms off, resting them until he could free his shaft. You watch as he grips his fingers over his growing erection. You feel your stomach tighten at the sight. Justin swipes his thumb over his tip. You watch as he begins to slowly stroke himself. Justin’s other hand gripping your hair tighter, you could feel your hair being pulled hard as the roots of your hair tingled. You couldn’t help but get turned on by Justin pleasuring himself right in front of you. You reach your hand over his gently, wandering if he was going to scold you. Justin lets go of his erection. You take him in your hand. You gently wrap your fingers around his erection, you loved the way his heated skin felt against your cold hands. 


You glance up to see Justin’s eyes shut. You feel the rigidness of his shaft. You could feel the size grow stiff. You glance back down to see precum leaking out from his red tip. You gulp, feeling wetter by the second. You were debating whether to take him now or tease him a bit more. 

“B-baby I want to feel your mouth on me please.” 

Justin’s deep whine made you instantly wet your panties as you were surprised to suddenly hear him beg for you. You slowly lean down and take him in your mouth. You open wide as you wrap your lips around his shaft. You could feel how hard and big he was. You were already struggling. Suddenly Justin begins moving your head closer by the upper control he had as he forced you down by your hair. He hits so deeply until you feel him touch your throat, causing you to gag with his shaft down your throat. You feel the uncomfortable pain as he keeps your mouth there. 

“Fffcuk. Your fucking mouth is making me crazy,” Justin curses above you. 

You feel the sudden tears cover your sight. You were unable to see clearly anymore. You gag, the vibrations and humming coming from your mouth uncontrollably. Justin pulls you away. You feel the pain go away. Justin holds you still. 

“That felt so good Y/N. God your lips feel good.” 

You mentally smile at Justin as he praises you but that didn’t last long before he yanks your mouth back onto him. You hold place your palms against his thighs, holding his pants as you steady yourself, trying to push slightly because he was being too rough. 

Justin feels your hesitation as he says, “c’mon babygirl, dont tell me you can’t handle it.” 

Despite you feeling unsure about it, Justin shoves himself into your mouth, pulling halfway out before plunging back in. 

“this feels so good. You’re so good to me Y/N.” 

You hear Justin constant groans and it makes you feel confident that you could make him feel this way. You begin to swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip, the saltiness coating your taste buds. 

“You’re a bad girl Y/N. I even forgot that i’m suppose to punish you.” 

You smirk at him, loving how he was shaking above you. He keeps his thrusts steady. 

“Y/N. Don’t go fucking around with him. I don’t want him to take advantage of you,” Justin breathes out. 

You couldn’t take his word seriously as you were too focused on bringing him to his high. Justin yanks your mouth off him, along with a string liquid which was mixed with Justin’s arousal and your saliva. 

“You hear me babygirl? I don’t want him to ever get to see you like this.” 

Justin looks down at you. He takes in your beauty. Your eye makeup smudged, dark patches around your eye bags, probably due to justin forcing your head down too hard, your hair was a mess, due to his constant tugging and your swollen soft lips, all wet and covered with his arousal. Justin groans out at the sight, sweeped away from your beauty. You were still fully dressed but that didn’t turn him off. He could stare at your face all day if he could. 

“Justin,” you say softly, “are you ok.” 

You see justin staring a bit too still for your liking. You lean down kissing his smooth structured hip. 

“You’re mine Y/N.” 

You stare up in confusion as you did not fully understand what he meant. 

“Dont worry, i haven’t sucked sam off if that’s what you’re implying. I’m not like that.” 

“Of course you won’t.” 

Justin’s voice sounded threatening and promising. You brush it off as you wrap your hand around his shaft, yanking him back to your mouth. You suck your swollen lips around his swollen tip. 

You glance up to see Justin’s bottom pink lip taken between his teeth. You feel his shaft twitch inside your mouth, indicating he was there. You feel his heavy pants become erict and unsteady. You see his lower abs clench as he releases his salty warm arousal in your throat. Justin hold you still by the hair. Justin knew you didn’t like the taste due to the last couple of times you’ve had sex together. You could feel his grip on your hair. To be honest, now you didn’t mind the taste of Justin. You quickly shallow. Justin pulls you off gently. He stuffs himself back in. 

“I was surprised you swallowed Y/N. what happened to ‘ew it’s disgusting, i hate tasting cum’,” Justin says in a high pitched teasing voice, mimicking you from when got angry when Justin forced his dripping fingers into your mouth. 

You fall back on his bouncy bed, feeling your head rebound. You feel the soft blankets as you spread your arms up, almost as if you were making a snow angel. You feel your hair slightly covering your sight. You swipe it away from your eyes. 

“That was different. I don’t want to taste myself, that’s disgusting.” 

You remember when Justin shoved his fingers into your mouth that one time, immediately after you had exploded around them. 

Justin quickly hovers over your, his bare chest pressing against your small body. He envelops his fingers between yours. He leans down, pressing his lips against your swollen ones. 

“I can taste my cum on your lips.” 

You groan in disgust as you swing your head to the right, avoiding his face. He leans down and pepper kisses your face all over.

“How about I return the favour baby?” 

anonymous asked:

This isn't a prompt or headcanon but I just love when I see people talking about the squip squad doing things in NJ. I'm from NJ and it's so fun to hear people hc them going on the boardwalks and stuff. Do you have anymore headcanons for them doing things in NJ? ((This is a weird ask crap I'm sorry))

No no that’s so great I’m glad you can enjoy the headcanons! I’m personally not from NJ myself, Ima Mass girl, but I love visiting NJ, so I’ll have to base these on my experiences at wild woods and Atlantic City :0 !!

- The scariest things about their trips to these places is Michael because they always go when it’s sweltering hot but he’s still wearing that damn hoodie.

-One time at Atlantic City Jeremy and Michael walked into a casino by accident because they saw a free buffet sign, and then walked into a room full of slot machines with a giant sign saying “no one under 18 allowed”, got scared, and ran out

-When they told Rich about this he dragged Jake in saying “17 is close enough to 18”

-Christine and Jenna makes them all matching shirts when they go on these trips because they can’t lose anyone

-Jake wears shorts on these trips and anytime he sits on something he instantly gets up and yells “fuck!! Hot!!” He never learns his lesson

-one time Jeremy joked around about feeding this one sea gull that was staring at him to see if others would come, then rich said “do it. Trust me, they’ll come” not only did an entire flock come for that fry, Chloe claims she saw one kill another and one seagull followed them back to the car.

-Chloe and Brooke ever 10s of driving around: “that’s a nice house”

- so they like to stay the weekend in a motel for these trips. Once at about 11 at night Michael and Jeremy snuck out of the motel and tried to walks two miles to find a McDonald’s that they KNEW they saw. Then they walked down a suddenly ghetto street and saw someone throw a fire cracker while the others in the group huddled around the cracker. The boyfs instantly went back to the motel.

-ok so I think this was in Atlantic City but there’s this frEAKING coffin you can sit in? And it feels like rats and snakes are crawling over you? They dared Rich to do it, and have videos of him reacting on the camera feed. Rich didn’t come back the same man.

-they love going to Riply’s! It’s such a cool place, if only Rich would stop sticking his nose in every statues finger.

-Christine is the one to stop and read ever exhibit, but the others just look at the big cool stuff and keep walking. Let the girl read dang it.

-they have so many pictures of them with weird stuff in Riplys

-there’s this trippy tunnel at the end and Jake fell in the middle of it and got so dizzy he had to physically be dragged out

-Christine saw a cat under the boardwalk and started screaming and taking pictures while adoring said cat

-Christine also buys all the damn boat and shell nicknacks in the mall…Christine please…your money.

-they all have a big picture of them sitting in front of the giant wild woods sign but they were facing the sun so they’re all squinting

-they had to physically throw Jeremy into the ocean. It’s so cold. Why.

-michael sits in the sand and watches them all from afar, he doesn’t mind, at least they’re having fun.

-Brooke Christine and Jenna love writing and drawing in the wet sand

- Rich and Jake force chicken fights on everyone.

- watch the tram car please. Watch the tram car please. Watch the tram car please. WATCH THE TRAM CAR-

-they make this the biggest damn joke.



-Christine unironically bought this little toy of the tram car that does indeed come with the famous phrase.

-there’s this ONE damn ice cream store I can’t remember the name of, Mr freezy? Mr frosty? Mr tasty? Whatever it’s good and it has this little jingle that REELS you in every time I swear you hear that song and You’re entranced. The gang has wasted so much money just from hearing that song.

- whenever they go to Atlantic City they write down all the crap they can’t do because they aren’t old enough, they plan on doing them all as a bucket list type thing once they’re ready.

-at Atlantic City they have a ton of small arcades that have??? Coin operated vid games? I’m talking the old shit here guys , like one quarter per game. Jeremy and Michael get so happy when they see jump man and other retro games, they had to be left behind

- “SEAGULL!!” *everyone ducks over their food*

- they usually end it off by riding the ferris wheel at night when it’s lit up, and super pretty. Then they head on home all decked out and ready to sleep for a year.

- I FORGOT TO MENTION that the bathrooms have to be paid for usually. Like I think it was 50 cents to a dollar. So jake keeps asking why the don’t just carry a bottle around to save a buck

Small and Vulnerable

Summary: Dan and Phil have been at a Youtube party in London and Dan had a little too much to drink.

Warnings: alcohol, drunkenness, vomit

Word count: 4222

A/N: Here is a small fic that I wrote the other day - I was going to save it for the next time I’m way behind on Someday, but its actually been a week since I posted already. If you follow me on twitter (@ philsdrill - lol cheeky spon - im trying to use it more) you might’ve heard that this was in the pipeline. Hope you enjoy!

When his usually articulate way of speaking started to reduce to a drunken slur, that’s when it was time to go home. Dan’s face was red from the heat of the room, feeling no embarrassment from the things he was saying. He was on the verge of being able to offend people now that his filter had been broken down by the alcohol.

“Dan,” I said, pressing a hand firmly on his shoulder to stop him from wandering off, “It’s time to go home.”

“But… but… the party’s not over. We can’t go home yet.”

“Yes, we can, Dan,” I said, knowing that no amount of persuasion could make him agree; I’d have to drag him out of here, unless he wanted even more regrets in the morning.

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Rap Monster the grim reaper falls in love with you

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8  // Part 9 // Part 10  // Part 11  // Part 12  // Part 13 // Part 14 // Part 15  // Part 16 // Part 17 // Finale

THIS IS CUTE I LIKE IT!!! I made it kinda angst-y near the end?? It’s okay because it’s not like that at the real end lol. I HOPE THIS IS OKAY I’M SORRY

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Suga // J-hope // Jungkook

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“Nobody can ever know I was here.” He murmured quietly, brushing his hand along your cheek. His hand was always freezing, but you didn’t hesitate to lean into it. Whenever he touched you, an electrifying buzz ran through your body.

“No one will know, I promise-” you tried to put a name on his face, but you suddenly felt hazy. Your eyelids drooped, and your vision became distorted. He pulled his hand away, leaning back against the wall and watching you.

“D-don’t leave me. I don’t want to forget you-” you choked out, at a sudden loss for breath. His face was shaded in the darkness, but you could still make out the hood masking his silhouetted face. Every time you blinked, your surroundings grew into a blur more than anything else, and you reached for him.

“I’m sorry, it has to be this way. I’ll see you again.”

“No, no!” He sounded farther away now, and as you tried to lean on him, you fell. You kept falling, even though you should’ve hit the floor now. No longer could you see anything but blackness, but you could feel the air whip around your face, you could feel your stomach coil in shock as you never stopped falling…-

Your eyes snapped open in utter darkness. Gasping for breath, you sat up in your bed. Another dream. No, another nightmare.

It was the third time this week, and there’d only been three days in total so far. What was going on with you? You had no idea.

It went the same every night. You could never remember what the nightmare was, but for some reason you always felt lonely whenever you woke up. What nightmare sent you flinging yourself awake and feeling the need to hold someone close to you? It was so unusual to think that perhaps this nightmare wasn’t so scary after all…

Besides the fact you were practically dripping with sweat, the temperature outside was so cold. The last time you checked, you didn’t keep your heat cranked high enough to cook you like a turkey.

Your mind was buzzing even after you got up to get a drink. For some reason your nerves sent you jumping at every flicker of the dim kitchen light. You placed the empty cup on the counter, before leaning your head back.

The top of your head hit something, and you immediately froze. 

“Don’t scream.” A voice whispered, and a chill ran down your spine.

You screamed.

“I just told you not to scream, why don’t you ever listen to me?” The voice hissed, and he placed a gloved hand over your mouth to silence you.

“I won’t hurt you.” He said once you were quiet, and he let go. You backed up against the fridge, and he watched you the whole time.

“How did you get into my house?” You choked out, looking at him. Wait…he looked so familiar. You couldn’t place a finger on it, but you’d seen him somewhere before. Did he follow you home from the store yesterday?

“You let me in. Do you really not remember, yet?”

“I didn’t let you in! Are you insane?” You snapped. You were shaking, now. The stranger had a hood concealing his face, and this whole scenario seemed very familiar to you for some reason. Why couldn’t you remember?

“(Y/N) I was in your dream not even 7 minutes ago. No, wait. It was only about 5 minutes and 43, 44, 45…seconds ago? Mm, I kept track.”

You said nothing, feeling a sudden dizzy feeling that made you want to retch. Was he a psycho? He was going to kill you, wasn’t he?

“Stop thinking those things, you’re giving me a headache. Do you have beer? Let’s watch a movie, my next shift is pretty soon. Poor old lady is next to go, down at the hospital.” He kept muttering on about things that made you sense, and you couldn’t help but feel a certain amount of fear subside in you. He raked the hood from his head, revealing a pale face with even paler hair.

“If you’re not here to steal my things, or kill me…why are you here?”

He rolled his eyes at your words, as if the truth was just as obvious as who stole the cookie from the cookie jar. “I just asked for a beer, (Y/N). Can’t we hang out?”

“I have no idea who you are, why would I give you my beer and hang out with you?”

His hand slammed against the fridge beside your face, and you froze again. Slowly, the intruder dropped his head towards you, staring directly into your eyes.

“Why don’t you remember? You usually remember by now…Strange.” His voice was smooth, but sullen as well. His eyes drooped slightly, as if he hadn’t slept in, well…forever.

“I don’t k-know…” You whispered, turning your head away from him.

“Should we kiss? Would that make you remember? Sleeping beauty.” A grin formed on his lips, and you picked up a hand to slap him. He was quicker, though, and his hand shoved yours against the fridge.

“You can’t touch me, (Y/N). I know you want too, but you can’t. Not right now, while I’m still in my work skin for another 45 seconds.”

Work skin for another 45 seconds? He was insane.

“You’re touching me! I definitely do not want to touch you. Get out of my house before-”

“Before what? You call the police on me? Police can’t catch an invisible man.” He grinned, making your hand form into a tight fist.

You snickered, feeling irritated. “I doubt you can run that fast.”

“I don’t have to run.” He began to say, before you raised your knee into his middle as hard as you could. The man didn’t move at all, and you began to struggle again.

“I thought you’d remember me by now. Why is love so difficult? I have to go pick up that soul, but I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“Pick up a soul? You should definitely go do that instead of being with me…”

“(Y/N), that’s not very funny. I’ve been alive for at least a million years, and I can definitely say that’s my least favorite joke.”

“Can you let go of me?” You were struggling again, and the man finally let go. He stood in front of you, though, giving you no access to get out of the kitchen.

“Are you not even curious to what my job is?” He pouted slightly, crossing his arms tightly across his chest.

“Not really…”

“Glad to hear, most people aren’t! I’m the grim reaper.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be holding a scythe, or maybe…not be real at all?” You whispered, feeling about read to laugh at this guy. Even though he looked very capable of picking up the knife that just so happened to be placed conveniently on your counter, he decided to ignore it and watch you.

“Do you really believe that? Wouldn’t it hurt to have your soul harvested with a scythe? That’s why if you touch me, you die.”

“Get out.”

“Are you finally starting to remember, princess?” His grin was wide, which sent a chill running through your body. For some reason, everything was falling into place. His black jeans, black pull over sweater, converse and even the leather gloves. Everything was falling back into place, now.

“Oh, you are remembering! Do you know how many soul’s I’ve missed harvesting in this time frame? About 107 people die every minute. 107 times what, 15 minutes? 1605 people’s souls are still trapped in this world instead of moving on peacefully. That’s so dangerous, you know? You’re such a bad girl for making the grim reaper fail at his own job.”

“Your awfully…under dressed for being a dead person.”

“Oh, I’m not dead. I’m just another person, like you, or your next door neighbor that always harasses you. He’s got about 3 years left, but that’s not my business, yet. Anyway, I think I could probably miss harvesting another 963 souls, if you get what I mean.”

You did get what he meant. “Why do you keep visiting me in my dreams?”

“You were supposed to die, you know. When you were 7, when that truck almost crushed you against a tree. Oh, don’t forget about when you were 13. That time you fell out your friend’s window when you were trying to hide from his parents. What about when you turned 18? Man, what an iconic scene. Isn’t it awkward when your own boyfriend stabs you in the left abdomen? You’ve escaped death a lot, sweetie. Haven’t you ever wondered why? How people seemed to be in the perfect place while you bled, or how that kid pushed you out of the way of the truck? Where was he even standing before?”

Those things had got you thinking, before. So many times in your life, you’d escaped death. So many times, you’d almost died. How did he know those things, anyway? Your memory was slowly coming back, and you weren’t sure if you should be afraid or absolutely smitten with what he was saying.

“It was always me. I don’t always save every pretty little girl I see. I just thought ‘wow, I would love ruling hell with you everyday.’”

“I was 7.”

“You’re still in the womb, if you compare yourself to how old I am.” He stepped forward, and this time you didn’t move at all.

“Do you remember that boy’s name, yet? What about the police man that found you bleeding in your apartment? Or that college kid that caught you when you fell from the window?”

“Namjoon.” You remembered immediately, and he clapped his hands in satisfaction.

“That’s 2641 soul’s, now. Do you have any idea why I might be here?”

“Am I going to die?” You whispered, suddenly horrified.

He laughed, shaking his head. “Not today. I can’t tell you when, either, or something bad will probably happen. I don’t know. Guess again.”

“Are you going to save me from dying?”

“Bingo. We’ve gone through this 4 times, now. I’ll never get tired of saving you from dying. You should probably hide in the closet or something, because some guy just came through your bedroom window with the intent to steal everything valuable here and kill anyone in his path. Don’t take it personally, though. He’s bankrupt and his wife is cheating. It’s not your fault.”

“What did you jus-” Your voice was cut off by the quiet creaking of your bedroom door down the hall, and you took two steps forward and into Namjoon’s grip. He smirked at you, before patting your hair comfortingly.

“Be right back. Close your eyes, you might get scared at what I’m about to do to this poor soul. Get it? He’s bankru… okay I’m going.”

You closed your eyes tightly, and heard as Namjoon began to walk from your kitchen to your hall.

“Come on, why this house? Don’t you know a college student doesn’t have anything expensive besides their books? Her last pair of shoes costed 15 dollars. Why didn’t you go find a second job?” Namjoon spoke up, which made you open your eyes. You could see him when you peeked past the fridge. His back was turned to you, but you saw the man there. He was holding a knife, that was already bloody.

A soul Namjoon was supposed to harvest, perhaps?

The man swung his knife at Namjoon, and you gasped while watching him easily move away from it. His eyes met yours for a split second, and he shook his head before turning back towards the man that had broken in.

“I told you to keep your eyes closed. You never listen to me.”

He didn’t give you time to process anything, before taking hold of the man’s neck and shoving him against the wall. Namjoon held the man at least a foot off the ground, and stared him in the eyes.

“Last chance to close your eyes, before I let him kill you.”

You shut your eyes, and only heard a blood curdling scream, and then silence.

Gloved hands touched you, brushing against your face. You opened your eyes.

“Go back into the kitchen. I’ll clean him up later.” He murmured, gently pushing you backwards. You didn’t want to see the body of the man, and you didn’t want to know that he was no longer living.

“What happens if I touch your skin?”

“You? Nothing. I only take your soul if I want too, which I don’t.” He answered simply, leaning you up against the counter.

“But, in the dreams…”

“It’s to wake you up. I get too ahead of myself. I can’t keep you dreaming forever, can I?”


“3317…What is it?” He was still counting.

“Why don’t you want to take my soul?” Your voice was merely a whisper, and it cracked in at least 3 places. You knew the answer, but at the same time you didn’t really know the answer.

“I love you, I guess.”

“What’s the real reason?”

A sigh. “If I take your soul, I’ll probably never find it again.”

“You said something about telling me something 4 times, now? Does that mean I forget you every time I almost die? Am I going to forget you?”

“I’d rather have you forget me every time I saved you over me never being able to find your soul again.” He was being mysterious, and it made you want to hit him.

“I don’t want to forget you.” You whispered, growing slightly impatient. Your memories were flooding back to you once again. Namjoon was the same person that saved you every time. Every time he saved you, you would some how connect and grow a stronger bond than before. The dreams all happened for a reason. They came around every time your next death date grew near, signaling the return for Namjoon’s next appearance in your life.

Namjoon pulled free his gloves, casually dropping them on your counter. His cold hands fell against your cheek, making you look him in the pitch black orbs known as pupils.

“I can’t do anything…”

“Don’t leave me.” You kept whispering, and he hung his head between his shoulders. His face looked as though he was in pain, and you took two fistfuls of his sweater.

“3852… It’s so bad to be in love with a human… My job isn’t to make you happy, it’s to harvest souls every second for the rest of humanity.”

“Then don’t save me, next time. Stop making me remember you, if you won’t stay.”

He narrowed his eyebrows at you, frowning slightly. “You’re telling me to let you die?”

“What do you always do? You let people die. You take their souls. I should’ve just been another soul you took when I was 7.”

“Stop.” His voice rose in a pitch, he was getting angrier.

“Stop saving me, then. You can leave now, since I’m going to forget you anyway.” You dropped your arms off of him, but he didn’t let go of you. Namjoon leaned his face towards you, and for a split second you were wondering if he was going to kiss you.

He’d never kissed you before.

He didn’t kiss you, though. Instead, Namjoon dropped his head on your shoulder, letting his hands fall limply to his sides. You felt stiff from the cold, but you also didn’t want him to list his head. Gently, you brought your hand up and let it get tangled in his hair. He wasn’t breathing, and you wondered if he even needed too.

His forehead was cold, and it made you shiver. It didn’t matter, though. Namjoon’s hands rested on your waist, and you closed your eyes. The cold feeling had seeped through your thin night shirt, but where he touched seemed to be burning.

“I won’t stop saving you.” He promised, before picking up his head. Namjoon licked his bottom lip in a sort of sensual way, and you broke the small rift between the both of you.

His lips seemed to be the only hot thing on his body. Namjoon pulled you closer to him, and your hands held his neck. You opened your lips wider for him, and he pushed his tongue inside your mouth. Namjoon felt around inside for a moment, before you had to pull away and breath. He went to your jaw, kissing a little rougher than before.

“I don’t want to forget you…”

“Okay.” Namjoon murmured once he pulled away from you. “You won’t forget me.”

“Promise…” You slurred, feeling a little heavy.

Namjoon nodded, letting you lean on him so he could bring you back to your room. Once you were there he sat you down on your bed.

He didn’t reply to you, but you were much to tired to care. He leaned down to you, pressing his lips tenderly to your forehead.

“Stay…” You mumbled tiredly. “Don’t leave.”

“I’m sorry.” He breathed, slowly laying you back down into your bed. You could barely keep your eyes open anymore, and you wondered why this feeling had run over you so quickly. Was he doing this? You could barely think anymore. Namjoon draped the blanket over you, and turned to leave.

You attempted to take a handful of something, but caught nothing.

What were you even grabbing for?

A Puck and A Date- JVR

Originally posted by pavszacha

Ok anon gave me free reign of players and I haven’t done a JVR one in a while and I need my fix! Lol! Also check out @nhl-hockey-fanfic! She has a William Nylander 14 parter that is awesome as well!

Warnings: None!

Anon Request: Hey could you do an imagine where a player hits you with a puck and he feels really bad about it and asks you out on a date? The player can be anyone, sorry if that doesn’t make any sense. I love your writing by the way 💙


              You don’t remember it happening.

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Ruin part 2

Requested by @latteshawn PART 2 PART 2 and anonymous: part 2 to ruin?? it was amazing!! part 1

AN: Thank you both for requesting! It felt really good knowing at least two people enjoyed it enough for a second part. I’m going to put out there how hard I’ve tried today to do the Shawn Mendes Accent Challenge, but I’m so technologically challenged it wasn’t working. I’m still going to try and figure out how to post it though because it was a lot of fun. Also, thank you to @ihaveabadreputation for always being up for reading over my imagines. Allison is amazing !

Originally posted by your-local-killjoy

 Sunday had passed incredibly slowly. You kept to yourself the entire day, avoiding your family. Shawn hasn’t texted or called, which was understandable. You just weren’t sure if it was up to you to make the next move. Even if you did, you had no idea what it should entail. It had been less than twenty four hours and you were still very committed to your boyfriend. You hadn’t bothered telling anyone what happened, either. 

Your finger hovers over Shawn’s name in your contacts then moves to your boyfriends. You came to the one conclusion that sounded fair. The only way you’d reach out to Shawn would be to end things with your boyfriend. You didn’t doubt that it was incredibly rushed, but Shawn made you feel things you only heard of in books, or movies. 

The entire idea sounded insane in your head, but you needed to be honest with yourself. ‘Why were you dating your boyfriend?’ ‘How long would you keep loving him so wholeheartedly, waiting for him to open up with his feelings?’ 'Why were you lying to your friends, but more than that, to yourself?' 

High school seemed to be built off drama between friends and relationships. Even though half the couples you came in contact with only talked through social media. Maybe you were waiting for someone to notice that you weren’t invested in your relationship the way you had once been. That didn’t mean you planned for the words to come from Shawn. 

He was the last person you expected to make you think it was ok to end something that wasn’t going anywhere. You had been no better. Even though you never thought of yourself as being in one of those “cliche high school couples” that’s exactly what you were. Chasing someone’s love who didn’t want to give it to you. Why were you making it so hard on yourself when it could be so much easier? 

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Professor Song (M)

Originally posted by ssonqs


Personal fic. (Again LOL)

Characters: Song Mino (WINNER), You (Reader/OC)

Genre: Smut, AU

Warning/s: TeacherX Student (I’ve been addicted to this recently LOL), Bondage (light), Daddy Kink (Mino is Daaaaaddy yah hear me b**ches???), Professor!Mino, Teacher!Mino

Length:   3,134 words

Plot:  You failed your Math class and bad-mouthed your professor, how do you think your irresistible professor will handle the situation?

A/N  OK I miss writing smut for Mino (I am only comfortable writing smut for him so far of all the Winner members like srsly) so just like before, this is going to be very detailed and dirty so… there.  I love you all

You bit your lip as you look at the grade sheet that your professor has given you.  

”No fucking way…”  You cursed silently under your breath as you went back to your seat, your body falling against the hard wood of your chair.  You got an F because of the multiple exams that you have failed in his Integral Calculus class.

“Why?  Why do you look so upset?”  You best friend nudged you by the shoulder before looking at the grade sheet that you have on hand.  She closed her eyes in frustration and patted your back, consoling you.

“Shit.  How do I tell my mom about this…? Why did he even fail me anyway?  I thought he is one of the most considerate teachers around the campus!”  You glanced at your professor while he gives out the grade sheet of your other classmates individually.

“_______, you just have to admit that you are not really good in Math, no matter who the professor is.”  Your friend rolled her eyes and you shot her a death glare.

“Hey, I know that I am not good in Math but I never failed, this prof was the only one who had that guts to fail me!”  Your voice went higher and louder that caught the attention of the entire class, as well as Professor Song.  Your eyes went wide and your hands found your mouth, keeping it silent.  Your best friend stood up from her seat and sat at the empty chair two chairs behind you, leaving you alone all of a sudden.

“Is there a problem, Miss _______?” 

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Mysterious Hazelnut Pt. IX | REAL CHAPTER

Summary: Coffee have always been key to lighten up your mood in cloudy days. Specially when its made by your favorite barista.

Author: @sleepywinchester prev. deanwincehster-af | Mobile Masterlist

Pairings: Barista!Sam x Plus Size!Reader

Words: 5.2k

Warnings: Kind of Angst. Language. 

A/N: THIS IS A REAL CHAPTER LOL I’m kinda sorry for fooling y’all on April Fools into thinking that chapter real. This chapter is really long and it’s mostly backstory and introduction of new characters into the history. Really hope you guys like this, if you do, please leave me a comment or message? I love those and motivate me so much. Feedback makes me feel like this is not crap lol Anyway! Enjoy and till the next one! xoxox.

The road back to the place you once called home was just like you remembered it; dark, empty and long. While Dean and Melissa drove in Dean’s SUV, you were holding onto Sam on his Harley. Scott noticed your boyfriend’s good taste for wheels, you saw it in his smug stare as he watched you hop on the bike.

Riding alongside Scott for two days straight, brought memories of the long rides you would take with him. Some of the were just for fun, others would be club business related. It didn’t matter the reasons behind them, riding alongside your brother was something you used to enjoy deeply. The both of you would put aside the club and have fun, it didn’t matter how short it lasted.

The Wolves of California wasn’t just a motorcycle club, it was a lifestyle, it was a family and one that came with a price. To be part of that life you needed to be dedicated and that wasn’t something you wanted to be a part of after Max died. His recent death overshadowed the good memories, after his funeral your eyes opened.

“Welcome to Charming,” you mumbled as the sign became something on Sam’s bike rear mirror.

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If You Don't Know (part two) L.H.

This is part two, this imagine is going to be based off of the songs “if you don’t know” by 5sos and “say you won’t let go” by James Arthur.

Not to surprise Luke came in two days later. I was nervous to see him, I ask him for his number then don’t even text or call him.

“Hey.” He greets with a smile.

He is dressed unusually, wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a graphic tee. His curls are slightly pushed back, nearly taking my breath away.

“Luke, how are you?” I ask him.

He shrugs, giving me a half smile.

“I’m alright.” He replies. For the couple months he’s been coming here, I’ve never gotten more than that response out of him.

I always wonder what’s going through his mind. He hasn’t even looked truly happy when he’s come in here.

“The usual?” I smile and he nods. “Maria? Right?” I joke as I pick up a cup.

“That’s right.” He laughs.

I love his laugh, it lights up the whole room. I’ve only heard it a couple time but I would do almost anything to hear it.

“And do you need my number again? I figured you lost it because it’s been a couple days. It’s not nice to leave a girl hanging.” He calls me out.

I chuckle, closing my eyes and using one of my hands to cover my face in embarrassment.

“That was not my intention at all.” I say.

“Well, you know if you- I don’t know when you get off but- maybe I was thinking…” he starts but doesn’t seem to be able to finish any of his sentences.

He shoves his hand in his pockets. “When do you get off?” He looks at the floor.

I smile like an idiot at his cup, drawing random smiley faces and doing his name in bubble letters.

Is he asking what I think he’s asking?

“I get off in an hour and I think my schedule is free for the night.” I joke.

My schedule is always free, I don’t do hardly anything besides work and sit at home. That’s why they schedule me so much at the coffee shop because working getting out of the house is better than sitting in front of a tv by myself all day.

“Do you wanna maybe, do something?” He asks.

I glance up at his, his blue eyes already watching me for some sort of reaction.

I nod, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“Yeah. I would really love that.” I say as I start making his drink.

I’m not looking at him but I can hear him take a deep sigh of relief. That’s how I feel as well.

I finish making his drink and hand it to him, he pulls out a $10 bill to pay and I shake my head.

“This one’s on the house.” I smile.

He nods, instead sticking the bill into the tip jar.

He waits at the table close the counter. It isn’t the usual one he sits at but from this table I can stand and talk to him from behind the counter.

We think of ideas of what to do after I get off. It is cloudy outside but not raining or terribly cold.

When the next person shows up to take over I quickly grab my stuff. Luke stands to his feet as I approach him.

I always forget how tall he is.

“I’ve got an idea.” He smiles at me.

I ask him what it is but he just shakes his head, turning around and walking out of the coffee shop.

He agrees to let us play 20 questions to try and figure out what it is.

I got no information out of that except for the fact that it’s outside.

He leads me to his car, it is quite nice. He opens the door for me like a gentleman and I already find myself liking him.

All these months he’s been coming into my work, I’ve never seen this side of him. He’s actually smiling and making conversation.

Within minutes I know where we are going. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner. There is a town fair going on right off the beach. They set up a bunch of carnival games and rides for one whole week before taking it down and moving to the next town.

I’ve only been there with family but it seems like the perfect idea for a date… if that’s even what this is.

You watch as Luke drives around the crowded parking lot to try to find a spot. His blue eyes watch cautiously for any racing kids or obstacles. His slender fingers grip the wheel so nicely.

God, even his hands are beautiful.

What have I gotten myself into.

Ever since the first time I saw him I thought he was way out of my league.

“Mary-Jayne, I don’t ever want to hear those words come out of your mouth. You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and everyone that looks at you will feel the same way.” Another one of my mothers quotes give me a boost of confidence

Finally we pull into someone’s spot who is just leaving. We both climb out of the car and he locks it behind him. He glancing at me and gives me a quick smile, his eyes watching my face intensely.

“You have green eyes.” He says, excitedly.

You laugh and look at the ground. “Yeah, ever since I was young.”

He laughs at my words and as well looks at the ground. “How come I never noticed that before?” He seems to be talking to himself.

We walk up to the ticket booth and get ride bracelets that are good for all the rides. We wander around, trying to decide which ride to go on first.

All the lines are pretty long, like they always are. This carnival is only here for a week so everyone wants to make sure to come. Luke suggests we get some cotton candy for the lines.

He buys and we make our way to our first ride. Within the first couple minutes of waiting, rain starts to fall from the sky.

“No! Aww man!” Luke groans, covering his head with his jacket. “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.”

I watch as many other people think the same thing. Many of them grabbing their kids and heading towards the parking lot.

“No, this is perfect.” I assure him. He glances at me to make sure I’m not joking. I nod and assure him I’m serious. “We have jackets, plus now everyone’s to be leaving and the lines with practically disappearing.”

He looks around and notices tons of people flooding toward the parking lot as well.

He pulls down his jacket, rain drops hitting his gold hair.

I watch his cobalt eyes, look up at the grey sky.

He is really beautiful. A large rain drop lands on the tip of his cute nose.

I don’t even realize what I’m doing before my finger reaches up and wipes it off his nose.

He stares at me with a half smile on his face. It’s almost like his eyes are looking past my face and right into my soul.

“I’m sorry.” I say, flustered. I look to the right of me, away from Luke.

“No, that was cute.” He admits.

I’m still unable to look at him due to the fact I’m smiling like an idiot. He just called me cute.

It’s finally our turn to ride and we sit next to each other. When we exit more than half of the people have seemed to leave.

It is still raining but not that hard. Luke’s curls are no longer gelled back like they were. They are now damp and hanging in front of his face until he tucks them behind his ears.

The lines for rides are almost nonexistent due to the amount of people that have left.

Luke and I make it through most of the rides. I’m seeing a completely new part of him, he is actually really funny and playful.

When the carnival was just about to close up we call It a night. The rain is just starting to pour down when we make our way to his car.

His hair is now sticking to his face and mine is a stringy mess. I’m just trying to keep it out of my face.

His car is almost on the other side of the large parking lot. I start spinning in the rain, running ahead of him.

He laughs before joining me. I get dizzy and stop, stumbling before balancing myself. I glance over my shoulder at Luke.

He is already looking at me. His lips are parted and his eyes look dark as he continues to stare at me.

“What?” I ask embarrassed.

He shakes his head and continues to walk. “Nothing.” He smiles.

When we finally get out of the rain and into his car he blasts the heat. He shows me how to use the seat warmers and they are the new best thing in the world.

“So, when did you move here from Australia?” I ask.

“Almost three years ago.” He says unsure.

“What brought you to Los Angeles?” I ask curiously.

I love his accent more and more I hear it. I want to keep him talking.

He looks out his window, “Umm…” he trails.

From his tone of voice I can tell it’s personal.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” I curse myself.

“No! No, really it’s okay.” He smiles at me.

Relief washes over me that I didn’t just ruin what we had going. Whatever that is.

“I moved in with my ex here. Well she wasn’t my ex at the time but she is now.” He explains.

I nod, I have never really been in a relationship before. I have had guys be interested in me and flings and stuff.

Just nothing that ever really lasted. But if Luke moved in with that girl it was probably pretty serious.

I wonder what broke them up, I want to ask but it isn’t my place.

I swear he can read my mind because he tells me anyways. “She erm, she cheated on me a couple months ago.” He says like it’s nothing.

My mouth drops open. Cheated? She cheated on Luke? How could anyone do that. Not only is he insanely attractive but as far as I know he seems like a good person.

“I-I’m so sorry.” I spit out.

He smiles at me, keeping one hand on the steering wheel.

“It’s okay now. I’ve slowly gotten over it. When we broke up I moved out and had to switch gyms too. That’s why I started coming into the coffee shop where you work. So I guess not all is bad.” He turns red.

He looks back at the road as I continue to stare at him.

The way his nose curves and how plump his lips are. I can tell he knows I’m staring at him from how red his face still is and he keeps glancing between me and the road but I don’t care.

I already like him so much and I can’t tell if this is a bad thing or a good thing.

I give him directions to my house and when he pulls up he gets out to see me off.

“That’s for today.” I smile, tucking a piece of hair behind my ears.

His eyes pour into mine and all he does is nod.

“That’s for asking me out in the first place. I was building up the courage but who knows how much longer that would have taken.” I laugh nervously.

He chuckles and steps closer to me.

I glance to the right, down at the floor as he takes another step closer. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears.

“Thank you, Mary-Jayne.” He says quietly before pulling me in.

His lips are as soft as they look, he seems to know what he is doing too. His lips love against mine, my eyes close as one of my hands reach up to softly touch his face.

It all began from there.