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Get Them All Right and Win A Prize

Summary: Dan enjoys having joint liveshows with Phil, but this one takes an unexpected turn. 

Word count: 2034

Genre: fluff, proposal

Warnings: too much cuteness

Inspired by: shoutout to @othersentencesbyphil for inspiring me to write with this post: the ‘What’s in My Hand’ part in the (17th August 2017) liveshow except after Phil sprays Dan with the succulent spray. Phil tells Dan to close his eyes again and when Dan opens his eyes he sees Phil down on one knee with a ring in his hand

Disclaimer: In no way I pretend that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan and Phil. This is a work of fiction.

A/N: i almost exploded from joy while writing this

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Touch-Starved II

So this got long. Prince kind of came in and stole the show, and then I realized that I had a whole to go before I reached the end. I hope you like it. Especially since there’ somehow 600 of you now, and that’s terrifying. So yeah, really hope this turned out all right. Also @slutsanders, tumblr is not letting me tag you for some reason. So if someone else could tag them that would be great. And please let me know if you want to try and tag you on the later parts as well. Anyway Part I is here. Part III Part IV

Anxiety was hiding.

He had been for the past three days. He’d been living off tap water and the granola bars he kept in his room, but unfortunately those hadn’t lasted very long, and now he was hungry. But if he wanted to get food, he’d have to go to the kitchen, where he might see the others.

Anxiety knew he couldn’t avoid them forever, but he didn’t know how to face them. Didn’t know how to face their newfound pity. Anxiety could admit it, he was scared. He’d gotten used to being alone, to being overlooked, and now that was changing.

Part of him wanted to be hopeful, to think that maybe this was a good thing. But mostly he was just scared. What if he got used to the attention and then once they deemed him “fixed enough” they left him alone again? Or worse what if trying to spend time with them made them realize why they were better off without him?

Anxiety curled up tighter on his bed. He wished he’d never said anything.Then nothing would have changed. It wasn’t like he needed physical contact anyway. Logic was wrong.

His stomach growled, and he cringed. While he may not have needed physical contact, he did need food. He glanced at the clock. It was just past midnight. The others were probably asleep. Maybe if he went now, he could grab some food and make it back without seeing anyone.

As his stomach growled again, Anxiety made up his mind. It was worth a shot. Carefully and quietly, he crept out of his room, cringing at the slight creaking of the door. Balancing on the balls of his feet, he made his way to the kitchen.

Not wanting to risk turning on the light, he began to grope around in the dark. He pulled more granola bars out of the pantry, as well as a loaf of bread, and a box of crackers. Setting them on the counter, he then moved to the fridge, hoping to at least grab some fruit.

But when he opened the fridge, he was stunned. Sitting on the middle shelf was a foil-covered plate with a note reading For Anxiety on top of it in Morality’s handwriting. He pulled it out, staring at it in disbelief.

Morality had left this, for him? Even though he didn’t know if Anxiety would even see it? Had he been doing this every night?

“You should eat that,” a voice remarked from behind. “Morality will be thrilled.”

Startled at the unexpected noise, Anxiety’s hands fumbled with the plate, and dropped it. It fell to the ground and shattered, the ceramic shards now scattered around his bare feet. He hissed in pain as some of them cut into his skin.

“Woah, easy there” the voice spoke up again. It was Prince.

A hand reached out to grab his shoulder, but Anxiety shrugged it away. He didn’t need this.

“I’m just trying to help,” Prince said exasperatedly, “Hold on, I’ll get the light.”

After a few moments and the sound of shuffling, Anxiety screwed his eyes shut at the sudden brightness as the lights flickered on.

“Well that looks bad,” Prince remarked, staring at Anxiety’s feet.

“No shit,” Anxiety muttered, staring at the ground.

Prince approached him cautiously. “Don’t freak out,” he told him.

“Why would I freak-“

But before Anxiety could finish asking his question. Prince’s hands were on his waist, swinging him up and over, depositing him on the counter. As soon as the hands loosened their grip, he jerked back, glaring at Prince.

Prince looked unrepentant.

“I needed to get you out of the way to clean this up,” he explained, “And I didn’t want to risk you stepping on any of it.”

Anxiety supposed he could see the sense in that. Grudgingly. He stayed still on the counter as Prince fetched a broom and pan and began sweeping up the mess. From the looks of it, Morality had made him chicken and peas. Anxiety regretted dropping the plate.

Once the mess had been swept up and thrown away, Prince turned back to Anxiety.

“Alright, Black Veil Bride,” he said, “Let’s get those cuts cleaned up.”

“I can do it myself,” Anxiety snapped, eager for this encounter to end.

Prince didn’t look impressed. “I’m sure,” he replied sarcastically, “But I have more experience treating injuries than you, and besides, it is somewhat my fault that you obtained them. Now hold still.”

Running a washcloth under some water, and grabbing a med kit from under the sink, Prince approached, picking up Anxiety’s right foot. Anxiety resisted the urge to squirm in discomfort. He was all to aware of Prince’s closeness, all too aware that this surge of concern was only motivated by pity.

And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. Like in his last conversation with Logic, he felt almost frozen in place, staring as Prince gently wiped away the blood.

“These aren’t as bad as they looked,” Prince murmured. “They’re actually quite shallow. I’ll finish cleaning them out and then put some bandages on them.”

Anxiety had only meant to say sure, but what came out of his mouth was, “Why do you care?”

Prince looked up, frowning. “I know we don’t always get along,” he said, “But that doesn’t mean I’d leave you here bleeding.”

“Not- not just this,” Anxiety said, feeling as though the words were bubbling out of him with little conscious thought. “This whole thing, the whole touch thing. Why do you care? It’s not like it matters”

Prince’s grip on his foot tightened, before he let out a long slow breath.

“You know how I’ve rescued maidens from towers in the past?” he asked, seemingly quite randomly.

“Yeah?” Anxiety drawled, not sure where this was going.

“Do you know what they said the worst part of being in those towers was,” Prince said, now looking much more solemn than Anxiety was used to seeing him. “They said the worst part was the loneliness. The way they felt isolated from anyone and everyone. I remember one girl refused to let go of me for some hours, because she was afraid I’d turn out not to be real if she let go.”

“Okay, what does this have to do with me,” Anxiety asked, feeling slightly uneasy.

“Anxiety, you weren’t locked in a tower, but we did leave you alone,” Prince said softly. “We shouldn’t have. I, at least, should have known better. We may argue, but you’re still part of this family, you’re still under my protection. And I failed you. Please let me make it up.”

Anxiety could only stare. Prince looked genuinely remorseful. And pleading. His eyes begged Anxiety to say yes.

He didn’t need help though, really, no matter what Prince might think. But as he opened his mouth to tell him that, Anxiety couldn’t bring himself to say it. Instead he just muttered, “Just finish bandaging my feet, I want to go to bed.”

“Of course,” Prince said, his eyes still watching Anxiety. “I’ll do that now.”

Sitting in uncomfortable silence, Anxiety watched as Prince cleaned and bandaged his feet. He was being surprisingly gentle, and Anxiety didn’t know what to make of it.

When he had finished, Prince stepped back. “There,” he said, “All done. You can go back to bed now. Although,” and here he hesitated, “It might still hurt a little to walk. I could- I could carry you if you like?”

“I can walk,” Anxiety snapped, but on seeing Prince recoil, he relented slightly.

“It’s not that bad,” he insisted, looking away. And then more quietly, forcing out the words. “But thanks for offering I guess.”

Prince smiled at him. “It’s no trouble,” he replied. “I’ll let you make your way back to your room now. Hopefully, I’ll see you tomorrow? It’s not the same, having no one to banter with.”

Anxiety groaned internally. He’d really be an asshole if he said no. He supposed he could make an appearance. “Yeah, I guess,” he said, hopping off the counter, suppressing a wince. Okay, that actually did sting a little.

“I’m glad,” Prince said, now looking much more cheerful. “Well then, good night, Anxiety.”

With his last words, he reached out to give a quick squeeze of Anxiety’s shoulder before drawing back, almost too quick for Anxiety to react.

“Night” Anxiety replied, aware that his face was tinted red. He was so tired of this bullshit.

He trudged back towards his room. But despite his wish to just go to sleep and forget everything, Prince’s words kept floating through his mind.

The worst part was the loneliness. You’re still part of this family.

Anxiety groaned, he still couldn’t believe how guilty Prince had sounded. And Logic had sounded the same when he’d last talked to him. He just didn’t get it. But they were so determined. It was ridiculous.

Maybe, just maybe, he thought, reluctantly, I can indulge them a little. For their sake, not mine. Just enough so they wouldn’t feel so freaking guilty. Then everything would go back to normal.

Anxiety rolled over. He’d deal with this in the morning.

Tea Lady | Tom Holland

Originally posted by darlingriezmann

Word Count: 659

Warnings: fluff and Tom being a little shit like always.

Request:  requested by @perfectlyspookycheesecake

Hi! I love your imagines I’ve read all of them 😂 I was wondering if you could an imagine Tom Holland x reader and they are dating but she gets hurt once while hanging around set (I’m very clumsy😂) and they talk about it in interviews and idk I’m in need of fluff so you can interpret this in any way! Thank you ❤️❤️❤️

Author’s Note: I know alot of you are waiting on your requests and I’m working on them but I have alot of them coming in at the moment and I also have to go by the order people requested in even if they are from my tumblr account or my quotev account, hope you enjoy this imagine xo

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→ wips tag

So while I’m still on hiatus for personal reasons, I am also still writing. It’s all coming along slowly, but even though I’m taking this small break from tumblr I would still like to share some of the things I’ve been working on, so thank you to @xtaexhyungx for tagging me, and I hope you guys enjoy! ♡

title: Splinter

pairing: jungkook | reader 

genre: smut, angst, college au


Perhaps buried deep within the thumping bass, spilled liquor, and dimmed lights of every college party, you might just be able to find yourself a love story… Of course, it might not be perfect, far from perfect actually. However, at that age, or more specifically at that time in someone’s life, mistakes seem to be abundant. The factors are endless, so plentiful in fact that they pile on top of one another until this supposed love story — splinters.  

The fragments lay in a million pieces, each one telling their own little story of how it all ended.

Laid strewn at the forefront of that pile of broken pieces was the shard branded hormones. Those vibrant sensations that make your vision go blurry and judgment turn haywire. Those pesky little things that when mixed with alcohol make you forget all about that guy or girl you’re really into… That guy or girl that you’ve been dating for three months — that guy or girl that deserved way better than a fresh out of high school kid that didn’t know how to handle their fireball mixed with an empty bedroom upstairs at a party.  

Next is that gleaming shard of freedom. It burns bright. The second you step foot onto that college campus miles upon miles away from people telling you what to do, how to act, or where to stay, your tolerance for limitations shifts. Being held down to any given place, any given idea, or any given person, it causes a flight response. The body wanting to maintain its newfound freedom, relieving itself of the hindrance to their fresh independence… Plus, having the ability to run from your problems without a choir to comment isn’t exactly helpful either. So combine all of that, and maybe it results in some runaway act of studying abroad for a semester to dampen the feelings of guilt and love with culture shock and ample amounts of bodies… Yeah, that definitely puts a pause on things.  

Another piece laying sound in the graveyard is that dingy, jagged shard reflecting the uncertainty of the future. It’s that constant pressure that bombards you saying if you haven’t made a dent in the path towards your goal by the time you’re twenty-five, then you’re falling behind. This reality (even if it is false) sets in maybe three years down the line. Tailgating loses its taste, the library becomes your home even more so than it had been before, and your time for connections and relationships downsizes to the point of not even trying… Not even trying when that guy or girl is really making an attempt to reconcile with you, and even though your heart wants it, your mind says there’s no time for that now, at least nothing serious — maybe after medical school, because somewhere along the line our lives turned into planning how much fun our lives will be once X, Y, and Z happens some odd years down the road.

It’s these, along with many other fragments, that lay in a messy array around the relationship. Some are tiny and seemingly insignificant pieces, however once the micro aggressions start to build, they inevitably become one larger section of the puzzle. Some of the remains are large and shiny, others dirty and defiled. It’s all a shattered mess of emotions and incidents, but if you can somehow manage to pick up the pieces and realign the edges, then just maybe you can still see the beauty in what it all once was.

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A Day in the Life. Or Something Like That.

Pairing: Tom Holland-Y/N

Warnings: Making Out??

a/n: i know i haven’t posted in a while and im sorry !! School started last week so im getting back into the swing of things, but im going to try to post more consistently now !! Hope you enjoy this <3 


You walked into your boyfriend’s apartment and was greeted by a dog jumping up and licking you.

“Hey Tessa!! Hey girl!!”

She responded by trying to jump up and lick your face. You laughed and headed into the kitchen to get a drink.

“Babe,” you heard come from Tom’s room.

“Get away from the dog and come cuddle me.”

“Do I have too?”

“Yes. I miss you.”

“You saw me yesterday.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t miss you”

“Fine i’m coming i’m coming.”

You chugged the rest of your water and headed for Tom’s room, Tessa on your heels.

To say you liked dogs was an understatement. You had two of your own back at your house, and had grown up with them since you were little. When you first met Tom, he was walking Tessa and you were walking one of your dogs. You two immediately bonded over the dogs and watched them play together in the dog park for at least an hour.

You sat your purse down and kicked off your shoes before carrying the dog over to the edge of the bed and sat down. You put her in your lap and continued to pet her while she tried to stand up and lick you face.

“Do i not get even a hello?” Tom said, making you smile at how cute he was being.

“Hello,” you answered, making him whine.

“I swear sometimes the only reason you stay with me is because of Tess”

“I do,” you said, and he lightly kicked you from his spot on the bed.

“Cmon come cuddle,” he whined.

“It looks like i’m in high demand today Tessa. What do you think? Should I go cuddle Tom? Or stay and cuddle you?

The dog obviously had no idea what you were talking about and continued to jump around, but you set her on the ground. She walked over and laid in her bed, while you crawled over next to your awaiting boyfriend. He was laying down in a pair of sweatpants and a T shirt with his arms behind his head. You were in similar clothes, dressed in a pair of joggers and a T shirt. You crawled onto his lap and leaned down, pressing a small kiss onto his lips.

“Hi,’ you whispered, and he smiled, replying with a “hi” as well. You kissed him again, this one lasting longer than the first one. He then pulled away and sat up, scooting back to lean up against the head board, taking you with him. He kissed you this time, and you gladly kissed back. He snaked his arms around your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He swiped his tongue over your bottom lip asking for entrance. You decided to mess with him, and declined him entrance, causing him to groan into your mouth. He did the ever-so-popular trick to get you to open, and squeezed your ass, causing you to gasp and open your mouth. He smirked into the kiss and let his tongue roam around your mouth like this was new territory to him. You both fought for dominance as he pulled you flush against him. He eventually won and you both pulled away to catch your breath.

“Well that was a nice greeting,” Tom said, making you laugh.

“It seemed appropriate.”

“What do you want to do today?”

“Well i thought you wanted to cuddle.”

“That I do. Pick a movie, i don’t know what to watch.”

You pulled up Netflix on his TV and scrolled through your options, eventually landing on Mean Girls. You pressed play and cuddled into Tom’s side, and got lost in the movie. Tessa jumped up onto the bed and laid down next to you, almost as if she was watching the movie with the two of you.

Three movies and half a day later, you and Tom decided to get food. You pulled up Postmates on your phone and ordered Chinese, and when it arrived, you practically sprinted to the door. You took the food from the delivery guy and grabbed a Coke for Tom and. Dr.Pepper for you. Tom hated Dr.Pepper, but since you loved it, he always kept some in his fridge. You headed back into Tom’s room, but found only Tessa curled up in the middle of the bed. You climbed onto the bed and Tessa moved to the back of the bed, almost as if she knew that you needed the room to put the food down. You opened the to-go boxes and opened the carton of various egg rolls before putting them on the bed. You grabbed a pair of chopsticks and dug in, getting the remote at the same time. You pulled up ‘Captian America: Civil War’, and waited for your boyfriend to come back from wherever he had gone before pressing play.

“Of all movies, you chose this one,” Tom said from the doorway. He had gotten rid of his shirt in the time that he was gone, and his toned abs and muscular arms were making you stare a few seconds too long. You looked up and smiled like a giddy four year old before saying,

“What can I  say? I’m proud of my boyfriend’s work.”

“Well I would hope so,” he said, walking over and carefully sitting on the bed, so that he wouldn’t knock over and spill  the food. He got the other set of chopsticks and started to eat, while you pressed play on the Avengers movie. When Tom came onto the screen, you started to fangirl and you gushed at how good he looked and how good his acting was. By now all of the Chinese had been cleared, so he leaned over to where you were sitting and wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up and pulling you to where he was on the other side of the bed. He laid back down and you were on top of him, and he mumbled into your hair “i love you,” over and over again, making you giggle. You turned so you were laying flat on top of him, and his and immediately went to you lower waist, as if it were instinct.

“And I, love you,” you said, pecking his lips. He captured your lips again and his hands slowly creeped down from your waist to your hips to your butt, squeezing it as you squealed.

“Thomas Stanley Holland i know you did not just squeeze my ass,”

“Pfhh whaaaaat? Me? Noooo never,” he lied with a smirk. You shook your head and sighed, saying,

“What are we going to do to with you.”

You rolled off of him and cuddled into his side, watching the rest of the movie.

Tom picked another movie when you had finished Civil War, but halfway through it, you were sound asleep. He looked down at you and smiled, thinking about how much he enjoyed these days, alone with you. And Tessa of course. He wondered how lucky he was to get you. Someone who wasn’t just with him for the fame. Someone who loved him for who he was. Someone who understood that he had to be away for long periods of time, and was ok with it. Someone who would try their hardest to travel with him when they could. Someone who was always there for him when times got tough. Someone who didn’t care what like tabloids said, and listened to what he had to say. Someone like you.

Breath of the Wild in the Downfall Timeline longpost

I’ve seen a few posts recently where people are suggesting that BOTW either takes place in the Child Timeline or doesn’t fit anywhere at all, so I thought I’d make an evidence masterpost…

1. Subdued Ceremony:

So to start things off lets address the primary reason many have for placing BOTW in the Child Timeline, as it’s also the only result that appears when trying to google the Zelda Timeline these days

As is common knowledge by now; Zelda references the events of Skyward Sword, Ocarina of Time and Twilight Princess in the ritual featured in the first memory, saying “Whether skyward bound, adrift in time, or steeped in the glowing embers of twilight…”

Her voice is overshadowed by Daruk and Revali in the English version, but she can still be heard in other regions as she continues talking.  In Japanese she says “You cross the seas when you seek the gold made by the gods” (I had a link to a good source page but tumblr messes up posts with links in) with the second part referring to ALTTP’s Japanese name.

This could therefore be evidence for any of the timelines, and is likely the result a past Princess Zelda’s prophetic dreams allowing her insight into other timelines.

2. Tunic of the Wild:

In potentially the most obvious indication of BOTW’s timeline placement, the Tunic of the Wild bears the Downfall Timeline design (my personal favorite) with brown sleeves and more Peter Pan vibe compared to the Tunic of Twilight or the Tunic of Winds. This design has only appeared in Downfall Timeline games, usually as the starting armor. As for why it seems to be a rare set in BOTW, with no legacy attached to a ‘hero in green’ at all, this is likely the result of 10,000 passing since the most recent Ganon attack, or Hyrule’s prior decline, leaving the story of the Kingdom’s heroes a faded legend. This may also explain why the Hero and the Champions wear blue instead of more historically significant green.

3. ‘Other World’ versus ‘Ancient Age’:

An interesting note about the language used in the descriptions for the TP-based weapons and armor is that they are commonly referred to as being from “the world where a hero fought against the twilight”. This also happens when Wolf Link gets too far from Link, as he is stated to have “returned to his own world”

In comparison, the descriptions for the classic Sword and Tunic of the Hero set refer to that Link as a hero from ancient times. This is important because it suggests that Twilight Princess takes place in a different reality from Breath of the Wild (different timeline) while the events of Zelda I take place in the past of the same reality. The term ancient is very prominent in BOTW as it is used to denote things from 10,000 years ago or older, which support the downfall theory.

4.  Reoccurring Locations:

The Lost Woods and the Master Sword pedestal

In the Child Timeline, the lost woods are located in the Faron region to the south, like in OOT, whereas BOTW follows the Downfall location identical to that of ALTTP, having it as separate from Faron and close to the Eldin region in the north. This connection is further emphasized by the design of the Master Sword’s pedestal, which is also identical to its ALTTP appearance, even down to the flowers surrounding it.

Hyrule Castle Town

One of the main reasons for a Child Timeline placement is the design of Castle Town, which heavily resembles that of TP. However this can be argued against as it is likely that the reconstruction of Castle Town post OOT happened soon enough after Ganon was sealed that the same people were in charge and thus the same architectural influences were used, regardless of the timeline.

Bridge of Hylia

Similar to with Castle Town, the building of the (Great) Bridge of Hylia seems to have occured recently after OOT, as TP takes place roughly 100 years later and the bridge had already seen better days in that appearance. the bridge was most likely built by the same people regardless of the timeline, providing a reason for it’s similar design.

Arbiter’s Grounds

The ruins of the Arbiter’s Grounds can be found in the Gerudo Desert, however this does not really prove that BOTW is in the Child Timeline because it is likely the Grounds existed even before the time of OOT but were just not accessible. Some had argued in TP that the Grounds were built over the ruins of the Spirit Temple, yet it seems much more likely that the Spirit Temple rock was instead carved into Gerudo Town, judging from the carved out theme and the large chunk of red rock atop the palace. The Goddess of the Sands was sacred to the Gerudo so it is unlikely they would allow for their temple to be turned into a prison for wider Hyrule’s use.

The Mirror of Twilight

A strange artifact resembling the Mirror of Twilight can be found near Lurelin Village. Similar to the Arbiter’s Grounds the Mirror is suggested to have existed for a long time prior to TP which would give it a valid reason to show u in the Downfall Timeline. The Mirror was shattered by Midna in TP so if anything it being still existent (if broken) in BOTW implies that the two games take place in different realities.

5. Aonuma interview

In a pre-release interview Aonuma hinted that BOTW takes place in a timeline that has been attacked by Ganon numerous times (again, can’t provide a source) which only applies to the Downfall timeline based on the stories we’ve seen in the series. Ganon has only attacked Hyrule twice in the Child Timeline, and went by Ganondorf for both of those appearances. Compared to the Downfall Timeline which has seen six Ganon-related calamities.

6. Anniversary Celebration

From a game design perspective, the Downfall Timeline makes the most sense, as BOTW, being the 30th Anniversary game, aims to show the progress the series has made since Zelda I, so for them to take place in the same timeline would make for ideal comparisons.

I personally like the thought of a merged Downfall and Child Timeline, with the opening of ALTTP being altered to fit after TP, referring to a revived or reincarnated Ganondorf (like in Four Swords Adventures) instead of the same one as in OOT and TP.

Sorry that this was so long and probably not new information and feel free to add anything else that I might’ve missed or give an alternate argument, but please don’t reply with “it’s not meant to be a timeline” or that “Aonuma and Fujibayashi don’t care” because I don’t want bitter Zelda-genwunners on my post lmao

Brother, Mine (Loki/Thor x reader)

Requests: Would you do a fic where the reader is good friends with Thor, maybe a part-time avenger, and after the Dark World, (like the Dr. Strange after credit scene) Loki is just kinda messing around Earth in disguise and meets her and falls for her? (oddly this idea reminded me of Megamind) thanks bonnie, hope requests aren’t too overwhelming this time! 

Request open!!! *happy dance* Can I request a funny ThorxReader when the reader has a last name like Coulson, Johnson ect and Thor is confused why it’s not -dottir. And everybody try to explain it doesn’t work like this on Midgard but Thor still doesn’t get it. Thank you for considering it !!

“But it makes little sense to me,” Thor protested with a shake of his head, fueling the chuckles of the group around him, “the surnames used here in Midgard in no way follow the traditional familial standard.  I am son of Odin, therefore I am Thor Odinson.  The men in your realm seem to have lost their regard for this use of honor, as have the females, who should end their surname in dottir in the same manner.  It must be incredibly disrespectful to your families to have lost this practice.”

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I Miss You, Daddy.

  Summary: Phil has to go away for a few days. Dan misses him in his absence and sends Phil a video of him teasing himself. When Phil gets back home, he has a surprise in store for Dan. 

Author’s note: So @ninallthatjazz gave me the idea for this fic and I’ve had about 80 heart attacks because I love it so much tbh… There’s a link to a video in the fic, which is obviously nsfw fyi. Interactive porn adventure. We did that. (2k words ayyy) I know it’s been a while since I posted, sorry about that! I have like 40 crises a week and they aren’t always conductive to fic writing yaknow? 

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Besotted [j.j]

Jughead Jones x reader where he is completely smitten by a River Vixen who has the tendency to sit all alone at Pop’s.

Betty and Veronica sat in their usual booth at Pop’s, discussing the events that had happened that week. Betty and Veronica had just become friends again, being closer now more than ever after the whole Chuck incident.

Veronica straightened up as both Archie and another boy walked into the diner. She recognized him from the student lounge the other day, when Reggie had tried to pin Jason’s murder on him, but she couldn’t quite pair a name to his face.

Betty noticed that Veronica’s attention was no longer on her and turned, mustering a small smile at Archie and Jughead before asking if they wanted to join. Jughead stared at them before smirking. “Yes. But only if you’re treating,” he said, jumping over the booth and sitting next to Veronica as Archie slid in next to Betty.

“Jughead Jones. The third,” he introduced himself.

“Veronica Lodge,” the raven-haired girl replied.

And it was in that moment when everything seemed to be back to normal.


The group of friends had been chatting for a while when Kevin Keller walked in. Veronica looked at him and waved, pouting when he didn’t acknowledge her and walked straight to a girl sitting all alone in a booth near the back.

“What’s wrong Ronnie?” Betty asked, noticing the girl’s frown.

“I thought you had introduced me to everybody already Betty,” Veronica said.

“I did,” the blonde girl replied.

“Then who…is that?” Veronica asked, pointing to the girl who was now chatting with Kevin. They were both smiling and laughing as they talked. “I was pretty sure he’s gay.”

Archie leaned forwards, “That, new girl, is (Y/N) (L/N). Riverdale’s Sweetheart.”

Veronica shot a shocked glance at her friends. “And here I was, thinking that Riverdale’s Sweetheart was our very own Betty Cooper.”

Betty laughed before speaking. “(Y/N) over there is not a total sweetheart. She can be a downright manipulative, sarcastic bitch, and she knows it. It’s the reason Cheryl likes her so much.” Betty’s tone was not mean, she was just stating a commonly known fact.

Veronica observed the girl. (H/L), (H/C) hair that gently swayed when she laughed, cuffed jeans, some sneakers, and an oversized sweater.

“Her?” Veronica asked, “A bitch? She’s the most adorable person I’ve ever seen!”

“And,” continued Betty, “She’s also been the object of Jughead’s affections since we were 5.”

Betty, Archie, and Veronica all turned to face Jughead, who remained stoic even though there was a bright red blush crawling up his neck and heating up his cheeks.

“It’s been 10 years,” Archie said, “And he still hasn’t confessed.”

“Well why don’t you?” Asked Veronica.

Jughead sighed before replying, “She’s a River Vixen guys. She’s friends with Cheryl and has Reggie chasing after her. I’m not gonna waste my time on a hopeless cause.”

And with those words, Jughead Jones the Third jumped over the booth they were sitting at, and left Pop’s.

(Y/N) had been sitting peacefully at her booth until her best friend joined her. She looked up to meet a familiar pair of brown eyes that belonged to the person who had just ripped her pen from her hand and snapped her journal shut.

“Kevin,” she greeted, “How nice to know that you got my invitation to come over and snatch my pen and join me as I eat these onion rings.”

Kevin gave her a sharp look before glancing at the booth where the rest of his friends were sitting. “I don’t want to alarm you (Y/N), but loverboy is currently looking over here.”

(Y/N) felt her cheeks flush at the mention of Jughead, whom she had liked since elementary. She casually glanced over Kevin’s shoulder and made eye contact…with Veronica Lodge. She gave a polite smile and looked back at Kevin

“When are you going to tell him you like him?” Kevin asked exasperatedly.

“Never Kev,” (Y/N) replied. “I am not going to make fool out of myself in front of Jughead.”

After talking for a little while more, (Y/N) decided that it was time to leave and gathered up her journal and said goodbye to Kevin. Betty, Veronica, and Archie immediately came and joined him, a mischievous look on Veronica’s face.

“Alright Kev,” she spoke, “Spill. Does your adorable little friend have feelings for Jughead or not?”

Kevin smirked. “I dunno. Maybe…maybe not.”

Betty rolled her eyes,“ Don’t torture the poor girl Kev. Everyone knows that (Y/N) is just as besotted with Jughead as he is with her.”

Veronica’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Perfect.”


“Where are you taking me Betty?” (Y/N) asked. “I promised Cheryl I would meet her to show her the new routine I came up with for Friday’s game.”

“I just really need your help (Y/N),” Betty replied.

(Y/N) followed Betty, who was holding onto her wrist, until they reached the news room. As they stepped inside, (Y/N) froze, realizing they were not alone as Jughead turned to them.

“I’m restarting the Blue and Gold,” Betty stated, “And I need both of your guy’s help.”


It took some time to convince both Jughead and (Y/N) to join the paper but in the end, Betty sent them to go talk to Dilton Doiley.

The whole time, both Jughead and (Y/N) couldn’t contain their nervousness, as they hadn’t had much contact since entering high school. Questioning Doiley turned out to be pointless, but (Y/N) did notice the uneasy scout that kept shooting glances at them as they talked to Doiley.

“Alright,” (Y/N) said, getting Jughead’s attention, “So Doiley was a flop. But, either that scout is checking you out, I mean who doesn’t, or he’s hiding something.”

Both Jughead and (Y/N) flushed, realizing that she had basically admitted to checking him out at one point or another.

Smirking, Jughead asked, “Are you included with those who check me out? Because I wouldn’t exactly mind.”

(Y/N) tried to reply, but became a stuttering mess.

“C'mon,” Jughead chuckled, “Let’s go question that scout.”


(Y/N) couldn’t concentrate. She knew she was supposed to be helping Jug interrogate the scout, but she couldn’t help but admire the way he so casually took the scout’s dessert and began eating it. She only realized that she had been staring when Jughead got up and began to walk away, grabbing her hand and pulling her along with him.

“Let’s go,” he said, not letting go of her hand, “We’re meeting Betty in the news room.”

It took them ten minutes to get from Pop’s to the school. In those 10 minutes, Jughead couldn’t stop mentally thanking Betty as he stole glances at (Y/N) who was lost in thought as they walked.

Arriving at the news room, they carefully set down their stuff and proceeded to wait for Betty, a comfortable silence enveloping them. (Y/N) suddenly realizing that she really had to pee, got up abruptly, muttering a small ‘I’ll be right back’ as she walked past Jughead. Not looking at where she was going, the young girl suddenly tripped and went flying. At least, she would have if Jughead had not been quick enough to catch her.

She look up into his eyes. Big mistake. They stayed there, frozen, his arms around her waist as her hands were flat against his chest. Then, as if they were two magnets being drawn together, they began to lean in, slowly getting closer and closer until finally, their lips met.

The kiss was a soft one. Hesitant and just the slightest bit awkward, but neither (Y/N) nor Jughead would’ve had it any other way.

“I guess this is the time to say that I like you,” Jughead muttered as they pulled away. (Y/N) chuckled.

“I’ve like you since we were 7 and you helped me when I fell off the swings Jug,” the girl quietly replied.

“I’ve liked you since we were five and you told me you liked my hat,” Jughead said, looking down.

The two teenagers sprung apart as the door slammed open and Kevin and Veronica barged in, dancing. Betty and Archie soon followed.

“Our plan worked!” Exclaimed the raven haired girl and the brunette boy.

“What plan?” Asked (Y/N).

“You see dear,” Kevin started, “We couldn’t take you and Jughead shooting longing glances at each other from afar anymore.”

“So we convinced Betty to get you two to join the paper and work together, hoping that you would admit your feelings if you had to work together,” Veronica continued.

“And it worked,” chimed Betty.

(Y/N) and Jughead exchanged glances before looking at their friends, who were too busy celebrating to say anything else.

“Pop’s?” Jughead asked.

“Pop’s,” (Y/N) confirmed as they linked hand and walked off.

After ten years of hopeful wishing, Jughead Jones had finally gotten his girl.


This my first ever fic written here on tumblr and also, this is a new Riverdale blog. I hope it’s good enough for Jughead. :)

December mornings.

Pairing : Jungkook x Reader

Genre : Angst/Fluff

a/n : i don’t really know how to write angst , but i decided to give it a try ! enjoyy xx

I can’t do this anymore .”

His words hit you hard , and your muscles tensed as you tried to hold in your tears.

You lifted up your head , meeting eyes with him. His gaze was stony and heartless , almost making you feel like he was emotionless.

“ So .. that’s it ? “ You asked , your quivering voice filled the empty room.

“ Yeah. I’ve had enough of you , and I think this is for the best ,” he replied , as he adjusted the muffler around his neck.

“ I’ll see you around , (Y/N) ,” he said , before disappearing from your sight.

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“Sorry I’m so late, babe, traffic is crazy right now.”

HI! Another solangelo fic based on this tumblr post. Hope you guys like it! *Am I the only one who thinks the word stood is weird to look at?* *They are all mortals here* Ari xxx

Nico could have been doing better things than waiting for a date that was never going to show up. For example, he could have stuck Leo’s head up his ass for setting this blind date up. 

To the others in the resturant, he must have look absolutely pathetic. The people at the surrounding pables kept giving him looks of sympathy. The waitrist has already come by four times, and each time she wore the same pitiful expression when Nico told her to give Shane, his date, a bit more time.

“Traffic’s a bitch, ya know?”, he said lightly, trying not to look at the waitress’ eyes. The waitress just gave him a woeful smile and left without another word. 

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Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is.the one where Louis’ pretty sure he’s already loved and lost his soulmate, and then he meets Harry.Harry’s a frat boy who is head over heels for Louis and Louis wants nothing to do with him.Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.Monica: You’ve got to see her again.
Ross: And why do you care so much?
Monica: Because! You could get to live out my fantasy!
Ross: You had fantasies about Emily?
Monica: No! Y’know, the fantasy! Meet someone from a strange land, fall madly in love, and spend the rest of your lives together.

The one where Harry Styles moves to Connecticut from England for nine months as a part of a study abroad program, and he just so happens to move in with Louis Tomlinson and family.Louis is an architecture student who can only think about the future. Harry is a baseball player who can only think about right now. Both are lonely for different reasons. Boybands bring them together.
Or, this may just be a long love letter to Louis’ voice, I’m not sure.
Based on the following prompt: Harry and Louis are university students who go to the same bar on the weekends. The bar has karaoke and Louis likes to sing Disney/Musical/Boyband songs sometimes. Harry thinks he’s cute so he starts singing Disney/Musical/Boyband songs and flirting with him while he’s on stage.Few can handle Louis Tomlinson on the dance floor, much less match him in skill and fervor. Louis has obviously met his soul mate; he just never expected him to be wearing a red snapback and to chew gum like an entitled Mercedes owner.
A spring break (kind of) fake relationship AULouis comes to university looking for a drama degree and a purpose in life. He gets significantly more than he bargained for.
He’s got a secret stash of weed under the floorboards, his grades are going to shit and his mates keep getting pissed. There are secret passageways in the wardrobes and he really needs to get Niall a girlfriend. And most importantly, he can’t take his mind off the mysterious law student down the hall…Louis Tomlinson is a law student with a simple but effective four step plan: 1. Finish law school. 2. Get hired somewhere awesome. 3. Marry his best friend and boyfriend of two years, Harry. 4. Live happily ever after.
Harry Styles doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life, where he wants to go, who he wants to be, or if he even wants the college degree he’s almost completed. All he does know is who he’ll be with forever, as long as Louis wants to keep him around.
Or: the painfully realistic college au where everyone’s poor, lovesick, tired of school, terrified of the future, and still having the greatest times of their lives.“You’d better run, cause there’s no way you can hide from me.”
Harry and Louis are the two most popular boys at SDSU, but they don’t get along. At all. They belong to rival fraternities and they are constantly playing pranks and screwing with each other. Everyone can see that the school slut and the pretty boy would never be friends, but when alcohol and parties are thrown in the mix, things can change.The next second, Harry is firing back, “If I wanted to kill you I could have just poisoned your fajitas.”
Louis rolls his eyes. “Clever boy.”
Harry feels his skin start to prickle with irritation. The way Louis talks to him, so condescending… Like he’s smarter than Harry… Fuck that.
“I don’t have time for this,” Harry says. “Some of us have schoolwork to do. And jobs to get to. So if you’ll excuse me.”
Harry doesn’t wait for a reply before he pushes past Louis, hoisting his bag further up his shoulder and rushing towards the door. No, not rushing. That would imply Louis is chasing him out. He walks to the door hastily.
He’s not sure, but he thinks he hears Louis mutter “Fucking wanker” before the door to the flat clicks shut behind him.
…Or, the one where Harry and Louis are unlikely uni flatmates who definitely don’t like each other and definitely won’t fall in love (even if Liam and Niall think otherwise).Harry can’t believe it when Louis, the boy he’s always had a tempestuous rivalry with, asks him to be his boyfriend. Well, pose as his boyfriend, that is—for a new television game show in which young couples are quizzed on how well they know each other for a jackpot of thirty grand.
Reluctantly, Harry agrees—because he’s got student loans to pay off, hasn’t he? What’s the harm? And he can totally deal with keeping his secret thing for Louis under wraps too. This is all just to win some money. It’s fine. No big deal. What could possibly go wrong?
Well, everything. Obviously.Louis is a film student, Harry is a musician, and shooting a music video doesn’t help on the path of trying not to fall in love.Everybody knows that Louis has never been one for serious boyfriends. His reputation around campus precedes him, which is why he doesn’t think twice before proudly telling his mother about his new and completely fabricated relationship with his oddly quiet and completely gorgeous new roommate Harry to shut her up about his lack of commitment. It’s the perfect lie; a flawless plan, or at least it was until Louis’ ordered to bring his fabulous new boyfriend home.louis tomlinson is awful. harry is just as difficult, and they’re both terrible to each other. it makes being in the same acapella group together quite complicated.

Uni AU, in which Harry is a part-time yoga instructor with rock hard nipples and skin-tight leggings, and Louis most definitely isn’t charmed.

After a seemingly meaningless one night stand, Louis accepts that he’ll never see Harry Styles again. The plan goes to shit when Harry ends up on his cheer team.
Basically, Louis’s cheer captain, and Harry doesn’t end up on the bleachers.Louis doesn’t do relationships. He’s been there, done it, got the scars to prove it. Never letting anyone too close, Louis can be head over heels for someone for one night but when morning comes, he will be out of the door, no feelings and no regrets.
Harry always gives too much, trusts too easily, falls too quickly. Even when he gets nothing in return.
Forced to attend University, Harry bumps into his sister’s roommate and another time, another day Harry would have been a goner the very second he’d laid eyes on Louis. But he’s already got the perfect boyfriend and Louis is the complete opposite of perfect.
Louis isn’t someone who Harry thought he could ever be with, and Louis never thought he’d break his rules for anyone.
Sometimes being wrong isn’t so bad after all.The Uni AU where Louis helps Harry figure out his sexuality, Niall crashes a bachelorette party, Liam works in a printing centre, and Zayn happens to need lots of printing done.It’s been over a year since Louis broke up with Harry and Harry still believes in forever. And maybe the world does, too.Tumblr!AU.
Louis is an insecure mess and he hides behind his blog. Harry’s a boy with a personality too bright and he’s everything Louis thought he would hate. They end up falling in love.Harry’s just finished his first year of uni on his way to becoming Dr. Harry Styles, Neurosurgeon. He’s young, he has endless potential, three amazing best mates, a new love and the world at his fingertips. The fact that his new boyfriend may or may not be a sex-worker, of course, throws a wrench into the works. But it’s not true. Really.
It most definitely might not be entirely true. And that’s all Harry needs to know.The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that’s exactly what he did.Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn’t expect is a surprise roommate who’s loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he’s ever wanted.American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).
Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football.
A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

anonymous asked:

We didn't get any amazing Drabbles from you today! I miss them so much! I was wondering if you could write something from today, about why Robert was wandering around the village without Aaron (in my head it was that Aaron was so tired he'd been sleeping for ages, but woke up to find Robert "being creepy" watching him sleep, and sent him out to get food but that's just me) cause you know Robert didn't want to leave his side for anything!! I love your writing! Thanks for sharing it!!!!!!

Oh bless you for this message! I kinda got distracted by the prison release and I am a terrible multitasker so when I’m obsessing over tumblr and rewatching scenes to within an inch of their life I can’t write at the same time! However I’m currently sat out in my garden with the laptop for a couple of hours so I’ll try and get some done today!

As for your request…


Robert smiled at Aaron’s mumblings.

“Thought you were asleep,” he explained softly, bringing his hand up to touch his husband’s cheek.

Aaron shifted in the bed slightly.

“I am,” he muttered back, still with his eyes closed. “Could feel you watching me,” he added with an upturn of his lips, smile threatening to break out on his face.

“How could I not?” Robert smiled back at him, shuffling closer.

“Bit creepy,” Aaron teased, and Robert couldn’t help the instinctive need to lean in and tickle his husband in that sensitive spot on his hip.

Aaron jolted at Robert’s touch.

“You’re cold,” he complained with a breathy laugh, pushing Robert’s hands away from him under the covers.

Robert smiled.

“I’ve been cold for six weeks without my personal radiator here to warm me up.”

Aaron smiled, blinking open his eyes narrowly.

He exhaled with what looked a lot like relief at the sight of Robert’s face looking back at him from his pillow.

“Am I dreaming?” he whispered, the fragility in his voice betraying him somewhat.

“Feels like it, doesn’t it?” Robert replied, his own words having to fight past the lump in his throat.

“Time is it?” Aaron asked.

“Late,” Robert replied. “Almost noon.”

Aaron winced as he stretched out a little.

“And how long you been watching me?” he teased.

Robert coughed, raising his eyebrows as he realised he’d been found out.

“Not long,” he lied. “Maybe…I dunno. An hour or so?”

He daren’t tell him he’d been awake since 9am.

Aaron smiled, shifting forwards in the bed, letting his warm hands travel up the outline of Robert’s body as he lay on his side – absence of his boxers a reminder of the reunion they’d had the night before.

It hadn’t been the usual – frantic and passionate – but it had been slow, and gentle, and perfect; a reminder of the way that they had all the time in the world together, now. They’d talked first – had gone up to their bedroom in the pub early on, as the party still swung in full flow beneath them, and they’d lain down on the bed, side by side, fully clothed, and talked about their feelings.

Robert told Aaron he’d hardly slept in their bed; that he hadn’t been able to face it without him. The sofa had been his home, and his days had been non-stop, filled with Liv and Noah and the scrapyard and the haulage company and The Mill.

Aaron told Robert about the prison routine; about Ethan and his conflicted, messed-up way of looking out for him. About the way he’d missed Robert. About the way it had felt to slip his wedding ring back on his finger just before he was released.

They’d kissed – slow; languid; punctuated with a smile, or a laugh, or a reminder of the fact they loved one another in that special and unique way that they did.

And they’d made love – not sex, not the heated exchange they were so used to – but the slow, gentle reconnection of two lovers who’d been torn apart and reunited. They’d kissed each other through it, and Robert had whispered into Aaron’s ear how much he loved him as he came.

“I love you,” Aaron told his husband now, staring into his eyes, memory of the night before still fresh.

“I love you, too,” Robert replied, leaning in for a morning kiss.

Aaron yawned as he pulled away, stretching his muscles out and feeling his body sink into the warmth and comfort he’d been deprived off for weeks.

“What do you want to do today?” Robert asked him. “Besides the obvious,” Robert drawled as he let his hands smooth over the tender skin on Aaron’s inner thighs.

“Not that,” Aaron smirked as he batted Robert’s hand away. “Not yet, anyway,” he added at the sight of Robert’s confusion.

“We’ve got some catching up to do,” Robert teased, returning his hands to his husband’s body.

Aaron laughed, leaning into Robert’s touch this time.

“Okay,” he relented, far too easily. “But I need food first. Actual, proper food, like I haven’t had in weeks.”

Robert nodded.

“I could nip out and get us some breakfast?” he suggested. “As much as I don’t wanna leave your side today, I suppose I could let you sleep in for a little while longer?”

“Hmmmm,” Aaron groaned, already rolling onto his side and snuggling himself down into his pillow. “Sounds good.”

Robert leant in and placed a kiss against his cheek.

“Any requests?” he asked as he forced himself leave his husband’s side.

“Bacon,” Aaron mumbled into his pillow, eyes already closed, sleep already taking him back over.

“Bacon it is, then,” Robert agreed, giving himself a few more seconds to take in the beauty of his husband fast asleep beside him before he found the strength to tear himself away.

Scott’s Stepsister-Isaac Lahey-Part 3

Friendships and Sleepovers

Part 1-Moving and Meeting

Part 2-School Days

Teen Wolf Imagine: #114

Word Count: 2,742

Warnings:None that I can think of?

Summary: While the parents are away the teenagers will play. Melissa and Matthew take a weekend away leaving Scott, Isaac, and Y/N home ‘alone’. Scott’s friends come over, as do a few of Y/N’s friends from back home. It’s a night filled with friends, getting to know each other, and pizza. Lots and lots of pizza.

A/n: It’s finished! Finally! I am so happy that it’s done you don’t even know!!!!!! I hope you all enjoy it I am going to go work on that damn riverdale fic and probably close my tumblr tab for a few days. Goodbye.

Originally posted by laheys-girl


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A Day Without Phil // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: parent!phan

Words: 2.9k

Relationship status: married

Warnings: minor injuries

Summary: Dan is home alone with his and Phil’s three kids. Chaos ensues.

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Unmarked [Sanvers/Supercorp]

Imagine the soulmate AU where the first words your soulmate will say to you is tattooed on your wrist, but Person A’s tattoo is something completely ridiculous or nonsensical.

I don’t usually post my fics here anymore, but I really like this one and wanted to post it on tumblr as well. You can read all my fics here though (X).

“Alex! Alex! Alex!” Kara shouted as she rushed into the house and sprinted down the hallway. It had finally appeared and she had to share it with her sister.

Alex’s bedroom door flew open and she was practically run over by her little sister.

“Is everything okay,” she asked panicked.

“Yes! Look!” Kara raised her arm, making sure that Alex could see her wrist clearly. “My mark appeared.” Kara jumped up and down with excitement.

Alex forced a smile onto her face and grabbed Kara’s wrist so she could read it. “It’s okay,” she muttered. “Do you run into them or something and need to apologize?” Alex teased.

“Knowing me, probably.”

“That’s great, Kara. Let me grab my jacket and we can go get ice cream to celebrate.”

Alex doesn’t wait for Kara to reply. She goes into her room and shuts her door behind her.

She wanted to be happy for her younger sister, but she was also bitter. Her mark still hadn’t appeared. It should have by now though. It was supposed to appear during puberty and she was well passed that now. The mark was to be the first words that your soulmate says to you, but Alex didn’t have one. She had told herself that it would show up eventually, that she definitely had a soulmate. That day never came though.

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BTS - Reaction - Sickness

Anonymous said: Could you do bts reaction to there GF wakeup in the middle of the night and and running to the bathroom and throw up and crying?

I actually researched things for this reaction. Yes, I did research for a fictional Tumblr reaction. Ya’ll can’t say i don’t try hard enough lol (no one ever said words akin to that, I’m just messing with you ^^)


If it was anything else but you, he probably would still be asleep since this was one of the few nights he decided to get some more sleep rather than working on music. You could say is ‘Y/N sense’ was tingling in that moment, and before you had even register his presence, he was being you, holding your hair and tell you everything would be fine. By the time you stopped, it was a decent number of minutes later.

Y/N: “Yoongi… go back to bed… I’ll be fine from here-” More vomit.

Suga: “I doubt that, you’re barely holding yourself together, actually, it’s mostly me holding you together.” The grin on your face was the only thing stopping you from cheekily slapping him right there an then.

Suga: “I’m glad I wasn’t at the studio tonight, staying here with you is more important than music. Now, please, don’t cry…”

Originally posted by syubangel


Jungkook: “Huh…? Honey, what’s wrong?” Caught in a tired daze, it took him a moment to realise something was wrong, when he did, he’d just up instantly to run to you despite his fatigued body begging him to return to bed. Only being part way though vomiting, Jungkook would hold your hair back with is hands until you were done. Retrieving his phone from the bedside table in 5-ish seconds, he was already googling what to do after you vomit to relive the symptoms.

Jungkook: “Okay, so what you’re meant to do is… ‘Do not eat or drink anything for several hours after vomiting. Sip small amounts of water or suck ice chips every 15 minutes for 3-4 hours’… That doesn’t seem too hard, can you handle that, honey?” Nodding weakly, you held his hand as he picked you bridal style to lay you down on the bed.

Y/N: “T-Thank you… I love-” With a quick cough, you were cut off.

Jungkook: “I love you too, now, I’ll get what you need, stay right there.” Walking out of the bedroom, this become one the time where you you truly got to admire who Jungkook was to you.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


Upon hearing the tell tale sound of vomiting, Jin’s mind was cast back to the meal you had that restaurant you stumbled upon by chance while walking down the road. It was pretty late, neither of you wanted to cook, so you just found a nice quiet place to get your dinner. This, seemingly, was a huge mistake.

Jin: “Are you okay? It must have been-”

Y/N: “The restaurant… I thought the same… that pasta did taste off, but i was so hungry I didn’t care…” Seokjin should have known to be more careful; mentally slapping himself, he helped you stand up again to lay you back in bed.

Jin: “Don’t you even think of standing up, I’m going to take care of you until you feel better!”

Y/N: “… I look terrible, don’t I?” A mild shock took hold of Jin.

Jin: “I don’t care what you look like, I’ll always think you’re beautiful. Would it make you feel better to wear my favourite sweater?”

Originally posted by fawnave

Rap Monster

Rap Monster: “Try not to panic, that’s one of the worst hitting you could do in a situation like this.” Namjoon wasn’t the lightest sleeper, but your movements and painful sighing awoke him almost instantly. When you ran to the toilet, he was right behind you, instantly reader to hold your hair and rub your back.

Rap Monster: “Do you know what could have caused this? … You must be getting sick again, and so soon too…” Too fatigued to reply, after you were 100% sure that you we not going to vomit again, all you could was to hug Namjoon with what little physical strength you had.

Rap Monster: “Now, let me get you comfortable, I know exactly what to do.”

Y/N: “You sound like a doctor when you talk like that… haha…” You swear you could he the smirk forming on his face.

Rap Monster: “Oh yeah? Do you want Dr. Namjoon to make you feel better?~”

Originally posted by bangthebae


As it dawned upon him what was happening, there would be silence before… an all out panic.

J-Hope: “Oh no! Are you okay? Talk to me! Actually, don’t talk, just vomit! Focus on vomiting, then talk, one thing at a time!” Hurriedly, he’d hold your hair, but not so fast that he hurt you, though his grip was a little tight.

J-Hope: “Welp, better out than in, right?” Even though you felt terrible, at least he was trying to brighten the mood, if you could even call it that at this point.

Y/N: “I think I’m okay now… but I don’t feel like going to sleep anymore… Can we just stay up a bit longer, watching something until I feel better?”

J-Hope: “Of course, anything to help you feel better honey, now come lay down with me so we can chat.”

Originally posted by vexedmikxyla


Not even for a moment did Taehyung look down upon you for vomiting in such a vile way. Even though you felt as if you were at one of your lowest moments, V would tell you that be with you, and that this isn’t that bad.

V: “Look at it this way, this won’t last forever, it’ll be all over soon, You know why?” Shaking your head to signal a ‘no’, you were pulled back to face the toilet bowl by the urge to vomit once more.

V: “it’s because you’re amazing, beautiful and perfect in all the ways you may, or may not, hate about yourself. I know you don’t want to here me say it so often, but I swear you’re perfect, but you’re even more perfect for me.” If by some miracle, Taehyung’s kind words had miraculously stopped you from vomiting, and you were already feeling a lot better.

Y/N: “I swear, it’s as if you’re all the medicine I need…”

V: “That’s sweet of you to say, but I want to be on the safe side, just stay in bed, and I’ll check the cabinets for something that’ll help you.”

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty


Shame began to crawl up his spine, a sneaking suspicion that he was to blame taunted him. He really should have checked the weather before taking you out on a date.

Y/N: “How were you supposed to know it would rain today? Please don’t blame yourself, it was probably something I ate-”

Jimin: “No, all the food we have in the house is still…” Trailing off his words, he began to delve into his thoughts, the only thing snapping him back to reality was the sound of you vomiting once more in combination with your sobs of pain and disgust at yourself.

Jimin: “Whatever was making you feel ill is out now, you can only get better from here on out. Come here…” Pulling you into a hug, his hand gently rubbed your back, only causing you to cry harder. Not at the pain you felt, but at how lucky you felt to have a man like Jimin in your life.

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Phan fluff: from best friends to boyfriends

Thanks to the @ihonestlyhavenoideasorry for the prompt for this fic :) if you ever want to give me fic promts you can just send me a tumblr ask or DM. Anyway, enjoy.

Dan and Phil had always been the very best of friends. Ever since they were merely 5 years old and all throughout school they’d been with each other, even now when they were at university they hardly ever left each other’s side. Sure there had been rough patches. Phil had had many a girlfriend (all of which seemed to have hated Dan) that would drift them apart and make them more distant. But unlike Phil’s girlfriends, Dan and Phil’s friendship had always remained constant.

Dan was lying on his bed starring up the the ceiling blankly, he did have quite a large pile amount of homework piled on his desk but he knew what he would rather be doing. He was waiting for Phil to arrive, Phil had mostly different lessons to Dan and often finished later than him so Dan was used to waiting. Him and Phil didn’t actually share rooms, not that you’d believe it, Phil was always in Dan’s room due to the fact that he lived with a crazy group of compulsive drunks and would much rather sleep on the floor in Dan’s room than get pranked or woken up with shouting at 4am. Dan was quite lucky to live on his own actually.

There was a knock on the door and Phil came bounding in to the room.
‘Hey Dan, guess what?’
‘What?’ Dan sat up on his bed and looked at Phil.
‘Chloe Parker says she likes me’ Phil smirked.
‘Really her? You’re not going to date her! Are you?’ Dan spluttered, he often found he got a little over protective when Phil mentioned girls… only because he wanted the best for Phil, of course!
‘Well no… but I did kind of agree to go to a party with her. She said you can come too though, if you want’
‘I er, yeah sure I’ll come’ Dan replied, though he was a little unsure.

They spend the rest of the evening sat on Dan’s bed doing homework and telling various stories, Phil would occasionally talk about his various girlfriends, much to Dan’s annoyance who was always very grateful when the subject changed. Dan had never had any stories of girlfriends to tell, nor any girlfriends for that matter, he’d never  seemed to see what everyone else saw in girls, sure he had friends that were girls but he could never date any of them. He’d felt this way for as long as he could remember. At first he’d thought that it was normal, that the feelings would come, but they never did.
'So,  you sleeping here tonight then?’ Dan asked, trying to push the thoughts he was having out of his head.
'Yeah, you don’t mind do you?’
'No, no of course not. We can order pizza if you want?’
'Yeah and let’s watch a film, I’m sick of all this homework’

After about an hour they had finished their pizza and the film was half way through, Dan looked over at Phil, expecting to see him sat up next to him, but instead he saw that he was lying asleep on the end of Dan’s bed. Dan couldn’t help but think he looked kind of cute lying there, with his hair somehow messed up as he lay curled up on the blanket. Dan snapped himself out of his thoughts again and sighed. What was he going to do about that party tomorrow? He really didn’t want to go. Letting out a huge yawn, he fell asleep before he could answer his question.

The next day had gone painfully fast and before Dan knew it he was sat in the corner of a nightclub. Phil had gone off with Chloe after about five minutes, Probably due to the fact that she seemed to have taken an instant disliking to Dan (maybe he was just a girl repellent) and had left him all alone. Dan sighed and sipped his drink.

A little while later Phil returned, surprisingly alone, and sat next to Dan.
'So er, how’d the date go?’
'Well I’m not sure you could really call it a date, I kind of forgot her name and then she left’
'Oh… what did you call her?’
'Jessica’ Phil blushed.
Dan looked at Phil and burst out laughing, his cheeks also turning scarlet.
'Really Phil? You are hopeless’
'I know’ Phil laughed slightly awkwardly. Dan looked into Phil’s eyes though Phil didn’t look back, he was looking longingly and sadly over at the couples who were dancing. Dan had an idea.
'Hey Phil’ he said standing up 'why don’t you dance with me?’
'What?’ Phil was looking Dan in the eyes now, and he thought he could see a cheeky glint in them.
'Come on its just a bit of fun, it’ll cheer you up a bit!’
Phil sighed
Dan grabbed his hand and pulled him over to where everyone else was dancing and started to join in, but the song had stopped.

The lights went dim, all couples around them were holding hands are had their arms around each other. A slow, gentle song came on and Dan froze. But then Phil took both his hands and started to dance along side him, Dan joined in, Phil occasionally averted his eyes when he felt that others were watching, but otherwise keeping strong eye contact with Dan. He’d never really taken any notice of Dan’s eyes before but now that he did he noticed how they were a rich and indulgent chocolatey brown. Dan didn’t feel awkward anymore, the embarrassment had gone, though he still felt a little confused. Why did this feel so natural? Dan had never been in a relationship in his life, let alone danced with someone like this, sure he had a very strong relationship with Phil, sure they’d been friends most of their lives but this felt different, surely he wasn’t… he wasn’t… he’d never felt this with a girl before, maybe he was. Maybe he was gay.

At that precise moment Phil leaned in closer to Dan and caught him by surprise, he didn’t know how it happened but before he knew it Phil was kissing him. Phil’s lips connected so perfectly with his and his kiss I felt so gentle and soft. Dan was so overwhelmed by this that he’d only just realised he was doing nothing, he wrapped his arms around Phil and returned the kiss. They stayed like that for a while, it was so perfect, until Dan pulled away and looked up at Phil. He finally realised what all his feelings meant now, why he felt so jealous around Phil’s girlfriends, why he thought Phil was cute when he slept, why dancing with him felt so natural.

He was in love with Phil Lester.