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From y/n: Shits going down again…

From Shawn: How bad is it?

From y/n: It’s ‘I’m in my room crying again’ kinda bad…

From Shawn: Just hang on, I’m coming to get you

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quiveringbunny  asked:

Dear Marc, here is a thought. When a relationship breaks up and then you get a new boyfriend, you change the bedding in your bedroom. It's weird to sleep with the new guy in the same sheets. Any woman will tell you this. So, I'm thinking wondering when Oliver and Felicity get back together again, could you please lobby for some new linen? P.S. I have no idea where they can buy that... Hugs to you, sir. We all love Oliver Queen. x

Y’know what?  I think I can make that happen!

Camping || Jughead Jones

Jughead and the reader go on a school camping trip. After Reggie’s his usual self, the reader stands up to him only to get threatened. She’s terrified all day after hearing his threat until Jughead comes to her tent later that night and reassures her that she’s going to be okay. Fluff ensues!

Prompts from anons and others:

53 and 62 with Jughead?? Pleaseee🙏🏻🙏🏻

Hi! This is for the drabble challenge! Could you do 7, 9, and 14 with JugheadxReader? Thanks!

14. and 16. for jughead?

#9 and 22 w/ Juggy?

Hi! This is for the drabble challenge! Could you do 55 and 62 with JugheadxReader? Thanks!

27 and 62 with Jughead?

7.) “Well, that’s tragic.”

9.) “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

14.) They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

16.) “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

22.) “Did you just hiss at me?”

27.) “No. Regrets.”

53.) “Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”

55.) “You’re a nerd.”

62.) “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”

A/N: Here it is! The massive mashup fic! Get ready for lots of fluff and some angst!! Also, I just want to say that during this fic it looks like something bad is going to happen but I can reassure you that it’s not. That’s all I’ll say as we get into the story!

Gif by @ravemreyes

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A school camping trip in the same woods where Jason Blossom was shot and killed. Who’s great idea was this?

“Come on, guys!” your science teacher called. “Just a little more walking!”

Everyone groaned for at least the tenth time that day. Right. It was his.

Your science class (more like your teacher) had decided to go on a camping trip to explore the wonders of nature. So far you had tripped over the log of a tree and scraped your leg on a branch. And the backpack that held your stuff for the night was killing your back. Yeah, what “wonders.”

“How long has he been saying that for? Two hours?” Your best friend Jughead said from your right.

You smiled.

At least Jughead was in your science class. Betty and Veronica were as well, but they were at the front of the group where all the teachers were, eager to find the best camping spot.

All of a sudden, a loud hiss erupted right next to your ear and you jumped. You sighed angrily as you heard laughing behind you. Unfortunately, Betty, Veronica, and Jughead weren’t the only people you knew in your science class.

“Hey freaks.” Reggie said, now on your left.

You looked at him.

“Did you just hiss at me?” you asked and Jughead snickered.

Reggie looked up at Jughead, glaring at him.

“Why’re you laughing, Normal Bates, huh? Something funny?” he barked.

Jughead was about to answer when you cut in,

“He’s laughing at you, Reggie. You’re hissing at people for God’s sake. Why don’t you screw off or I’ll make you?”

You went to turn your attention back to Jughead when you felt a strong grip pull your left arm back, stopping you from moving forward and turning you back around. You yelped at the pain and looked up at Reggie who was smiling maliciously, still holding your arm.

“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?” he snarled.

You gulped.

“Reggie, let her go!” Jughead said.

Reggie dipped down close to your ear.

“I hope your tent’s zipped up well tonight. I might pay you a little visit.” he whispered.

You froze in fear before Jughead stepped in front of the two of you.

“Reggie, I said Let. Her. Go.” he growled.

Reggie laughed and let go of your arm where red welts were beginning to form.

“Just having a little chat, that’s all.” he said and laughed before joining his friends at the back of the group.

Jughead turned his attention back to you, worry in his eyes at seeing how frightened you looked.

“Y/N, what’d he do? What’d he say?” he asked.

You shook your head as you looked behind you. Reggie was still looking at you with that smirk and you quickly turned towards Jughead again.

“Just keep walking.” you said softly as you began moving forward again.

Jughead didn’t protest and he didn’t push you further. After twenty or so minutes of silence later, the class came to a clearing in the woods.

“Alright!” your teacher called. “Boys, set up your tents on this side of the clearing,” he said pointing to the right side of the clearing. “And girls, set up on this side,” he said pointing to the left. “It’s getting dark out so you better hurry! Dinner’s in an hour.”

Jughead turned to you.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” you said quietly.

Jughead didn’t look like he believed you but again he decided not to press you.

“Sit with you at dinner?” he asked.

You nodded again.

“Sounds good.”

Jughead looked like he wanted to say something else but stopped himself, instead giving you a small smile before walking off to where the boys were putting up their tents. You sighed and walked to the girls side, beginning to put up your tent. You could only hope dinner was better.

You were wrong. Dinner was worse. The class of twenty-seven people sat around the fire, all talking and eating amongst themselves. Betty and Veronica were in Betty’s tent not eating dinner but instead waiting for S’mores. Then there was Reggie who just kept looking at you. He wouldn’t stop. Whether this was his psychotic idea of flirting or whether he was just trying to claim you as if you were an object or if he was just trying to terrify you you had no idea. All you knew was that Reggie scared you.

“Y/N. Y/N!” Jughead said from next to you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You turned to him.

“Yeah?” you asked.

Jughead scoffed, but a smirk was on his face.

“Did you hear what I said?” he asked.

You shook your head.

“No, sorry, Jughead.” you said.

You looked to where Reggie was sitting again and saw he was still staring at you. You couldn’t take it anymore. You quickly got up.

“I’m going to bed.” you said.

Jughead looked at you with a bewildered expression.

“But curfew’s not for another hour.” he said.

You shook your head quickly.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m tired. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” you said before walking off.

Jughead quickly got up.

“Y/N!” he called but you didn’t turn around or answer.

He sighed and sat back down. What was going on with you?

You honestly didn’t know how long it had been since you excused yourself from dinner. You had been lying in your sleeping bag, staring at nothing for at least a couple hours. The talking and laughing you heard in the beginning from the teens still eating dinner had ended a while ago. Now it was completely silent. And you were terrified. Terrified of Reggie. Of his friends. Then you remembered that Jughead’s tent was across the clearing from yours.

Maybe you could—

No. You quickly shook that thought away. You couldn’t do that. But your mind kept going back to Reggie and his smirk. It terrified you all over again. Your thoughts came to a halt when you heard someone outside and you slowly sat up. You heard footsteps coming closer and closer to your tent and your heart rate began to pick up. All of a sudden, you heard someone fumbling with the zipper outside your tent. You were ready to let out a scream when a familiar voice said,

“Y/N?”

You pulled your sleeping bag covers back.

“Jughead?” you asked, turning your phone light on as you crawled to the opening of the tent, unzipping the entrance. You were greeted by a worried Jughead who quickly crawled into the tent, zipping it back up.

“Wh—“ you began but stopped when Jughead turned his attention back to you.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

You looked at him with a confused expression.

“Yeah, of course. What’s the—“

“Reggie,” he said, cutting you off. “I heard him and his friends talking about what he said to you earlier.”

Fear flooded you as you remembered Reggie’s laugh and hot breath on you. You snapped out of it when you felt Jughead’s hands take yours.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come earlier. The chaperones were patrolling the area. Reggie’s not going to hurt you, okay?” he said. “I’m gonna stay with you tonight. Just in case.”

You sighed in relief and hugged the raven-haired boy.

“Thank you, Jughead. Thank you.” you whispered as he hugged you back.

The two of you pulled away and Jughead smiled at you.

“I brought snacks,” he said, pulling out a deck of cards with one hand. “And snacks.” he said, pulling out a small bag of chips and a big bag of candy with the other.

You stifled your laugh, not wanting the chaperones to find Jughead in your tent.

“God, you’re a nerd,” you said jokingly. You smiled at the teenage boy. “But seriously. Thanks, Juggie.”

You looked at the cards.

“You up for a game of War?” you asked.

Jughead rolled his eyes.

“Of course.”

You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.” you mumbled to Jughead as you chewed on a Snickers bar.

Jughead rolled his eyes.

“Don’t care,” he said and put down a 3 of Hearts. “Dammit.” he swore.

You giggled. You had only one card left but you still clung onto the hope that you could win.

“Alright, so all I need is a 4 to get some cards back. Should be easy.” you said cockily.

You quickly flipped your last card over, revealing a two. Your mouth fell open at it and Jughead laughed.

Well, that’s tragic.” he said. 

You shoved your best friend’s shoulder and pouted, unable to keep a smile off your face. You also couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked in his pajamas. The sweatpants didn’t do much, but the tight white tank top showing off his toned arms made you blush furiously.

“Oh, shush. Get out of here.” you joked.

Jughead’s eyes widened.

You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” he said jokingly pointing to the sleeping bag the two of you were sitting on.

You laughed and looked at your phone. 2:32.

“Juggie, we should get to bed,” you said, putting your phone down. “It’s 2:30.”

Jughead sighed but nodded. He took his beanie off and placed it to the side, crawling under the covers of the moderately big sleeping bag. You joined him and you groaned quietly as the large amount of candy you ate that evening began to kick in. Jughead chuckled.

“The candy?” he asked.

You nodded and groaned again, pulling the covers over your shoulders.

“Yeah.” you mumbled.

Jughead shook his head.

“I told you you shouldn’t’ve eaten all of it.”

You scoffed.

“No. Regrets.”

Jughead chuckled again.

“Night, Jug.” you said, turning your phone light off.

“Night, Y/N.”

Thirty minutes later, you were still awake. Although you knew the chance that Reggie would come into your tent was now slimmer than ever, you were still nervous.

“Jughead?” you whispered.

“Yeah?” he said instantly.

So he couldn’t sleep either.

“I can’t sleep,” you said. You were silent for a moment. “I’m scared.”

Jughead sighed and turned to look at you through the dark.

If you can’t sleep…we could have sex? That would scare Reggie off.” he joked.

Your cheeks turned bright red.

“Jughead!” you loudly whispered.

Jughead snorted.

“I’m kidding, Y/N,” he said before turning serious. “Come here,” he said, signaling for you get closer.

You snuggled into him, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach as Jughead held you protectively.

“They won’t hurt you, okay?” he said softly. “I won’t let them. I promise. Go to sleep.”

You nodded, feeling a lot better and closed your eyes, falling asleep to Jughead’s heartbeat.

“Shh! Veronica!” Betty loudly whispered as Veronica giggled and dragged her to your tent.

“Veronica! It’s like 6 in the morning! No one’s up yet!” Betty said, yawning.

“Exactly! Betty, I just want to surprise her! Like I surprised you!” Veronica said, smiling widely.

Betty glared at the beaming girl.

“You didn’t surprise me, you scared me.” she said.

Veronica rolled her eyes.

“Same thing.” she said before zipping open your tent.

She opened her mouth ready to “surprise” you, but stopped when she saw you and Jughead.

“Oh my—“ she began but stopped when Betty stooped to her level to see what the Lodge girl was looking at.

“What are you—oh.” the blonde said.

You and Jughead were asleep and Jughead was… spooning you?

“Oh God, they’re so cute when they’re asleep.” Veronica said, taking out her phone and snapping some pictures.

“Veronica!” Betty exclaimed.

“What?” Veronica asked, looking towards her best friend. “It’s true.”

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A/N: And that was the massive mashup! I hope you guys enjoyed! Please send me feedback! Thanks!!

L Lawliet, Watari, and Sleep

Okay so it is pretty much canon that L stays awake for over a hundred hours at a time and then sleeps for around twenty, but what is Watari’s sleep schedule like?

He is an old man, he probably can’t handle L’s schedule, so I’d be inclined to say that he sleeps 6-8 hours a night. This means Watari would go to bed and L would have to fend for himself for a few hours.

In that same little manga excerpt we find out that Watari dresses L

Like… If L doesn’t even dress himself, can he function without Watari for the hours his handler is asleep? I mean, Watari finds L on the ground and L asks Watari to help him up again.

Like… Can this huge child do anything for himself? Like at all?

Can you imagine how many times Watari has woke up to worse things than L lying on the floor? Maybe to a mess in the kitchen due to him trying to make his own food? Or maybe L would go hungry for Watari’s sleep and complain about it when he wakes? I’m imagining Watari walking in to the kitchen after a good night’s sleep and there’s cream all over the walls and the milk has been sitting out all night and there are 17 dirty teacups in the sink and 12 more around L’s work station and there is what was supposed to be a crêpe stuck to a frying pan with a spatula melted in to it and the smell of burning takes six days to disappear fully and egg shells and raw egg litters the work stations.

And Watari has to clean this, then goes and find L amongst his fortress of used cups and plates and he is sitting there half naked because he spilled something on himself and Watari wasn’t around to change him.

L Lawliet is a man child, and Watari deserves far more credit.

#10 [Kenny Omega]

Requested, #10. “Promise me you’ll stay.” (Prompt from here.)

Author note: THIS GOT AWAY FROM ME!!! It just took on a life of its own. It’s long. Smut. Fluff. Angst-y? (I hit it all, y’all.) Thank you wine/tequila, thank you. Here’s to hoping it’s good!

To the person who requested this and only requested it as fluffy: I’m so sorry. I hope you can still get behind what I’ve created here? I mean, it has fluff in it….??


Special thanks to @running-ropes for encouragment/review/support & @chasingeverybreakingwave for visual inspiration.

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He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus. But he talks like a gentlemen, like you imagined when you were young….

The first time you’d shared a bed with Kenny Omega was because you’d had too much sake thanks to Tama Tonga.

Kenny had taken it upon himself to make sure you’d made it back to your hotel room, and you’d essentially latched on to him, not allowing him to leave. Your limbs had secured him in a way that would make an octopus or python jealous. When you’d woken up the following morning, he’d been on top of the covers you’d been under, a separate blanket over himself.

You’d been able to laugh off the experience, thanking him for looking out for you, and he seemed unaffected overall by the ordeal.

The second time you shared a bed with Kenny Omega was due to sheer bad circumstance.

You’d both been in California for PWG. The booking was set for the rooms, with you sharing with Chuck Taylor, who was somewhat of a little brother to you. What you didn’t know was he had planned to film his DVD series with Trent in said room. In a desperate attempt for sleep and to get away from the chaos, you’d gone to Kenny’s room. He was one of the few people you trusted and knew wouldn’t be a part of the shenanigans set up by Chuck.

That morning, you’d woken up with your limbs tangled together with his. You certainly hadn’t fallen asleep that way, you were sure of it. You’d managed to slide out of the bed and make a quiet getaway, your jet-lagged companion staying asleep, much to your gratitude. Kenny had said nothing about it to you when you saw him later that day at the venue. And you definitely hadn’t brought it up.

The third time you’d shared a bed with Kenny Omega was because you had asked it of him.

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Flustered

Pairing: Steve x Reader
Words: 1018
Requested by Anonymous:  Hey, can I request something? Its okay if not. Could you write a cute Steve x reader fic where Steve walks in on reader taking a shower and gets all flustered and leaves, and maybe he can’t look at reader without blushing anymore, just adorable steve 



You continued singing to the song playing from your speaker as you got out of the shower. You dried off your body pretty well before throwing your hair up in a towel to dry some while you got dressed.

           Just as you were about to put on your underwear, the door swung open, making you scream involuntarily.

           “I’m so sorry,” Steve stood there frozen as you did your best to cover yourself up, “Sorry,” he said again, backing out of the room and closing the door again.

           You felt bad for Steve. He looked so embarrassed that he had walked in on you. You had to assure him that it was okay. You didn’t want him to feel bad.

           You hurriedly got dressed and got your hair down out of the towel so you could go find him. You hurried through rooms, but Steve was nowhere to be found. Had he really left completely?

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Masked Chemistry

request for @exoticsweetnesseclare. Hope you like!

pairing: nalu

characters: natsu, lucy, mentions of happy

type: fluffy as a stuffed animal

word count: 711


Lucy sighed as she sank in the tub, wondering how much her quick soak would cost. Her water bill was already high as she took a shower every day, and with her almost daily baths it was going to skyrocket. Rent was due tomorrow, and she just had to pick a place that was beautiful, albeit expensive. And of course, it didn’t have included utilities. Just what was she thinking when she began to rent the apartment in the first place?

Thankfully, Natsu and Happy loved to go on jobs with her that paid well, and most of the time they would give the reward to her to pay her rent. She would always shake her head and tell them to at least take some of it, but Natsu would deny her request and remind her that he had enough saved up for years to come. For what, she didn’t know, but she was happy that her friend was good at saving money. Lucy, however, could deal with one less coffee every week and far less clothes.

As she stepped out of the tub and wrapped herself in a towel, she walked into the kitchen to find Natsu already making himself something to eat. The sight was not surprising as he did this often, but it still annoyed her.

“Natsu,” Lucy said, her tone flat, “what are you doing here?”

“I’m here to cheer you up, Luce!” he said, munching on his sandwich piled high with all the meat and cheese he could find.

“It looks like you’re just helping yourself to the food in my refrigerator,” she arched an eyebrow, and he grinned.

“We’ll go to the grocery store later, Luce! Today is relaxing day,” Natsu reminded her, and Lucy groaned. How could she forget? Saturdays were the days deemed ‘relaxing day’ by Natsu after a long week of jobs.

“I don’t have time to relax, Natsu.” Lucy pointed to the calendar on her now empty fridge, glaring at her guildmate. “Rent is due tomorrow!”

“That’s fine! You have enough to pay it, right?” Natsu swallowed the rest of his sandwich whole and stared up at her expectantly. Lucy’s eyes welled up and suddenly she was in tears.

“Uh, Luce? What’s wrong?” Natsu asked, standing at the ready to grab tissues or chocolate or anything else she needed.

“I don’t have the money to pay my rent this month, Natsu! I’m terrible at managing my money. Just yesterday I saw a dress that I really wanted,” Lucy began, remembering the red velvet fabric and draping cut with a happy sigh, “And I couldn’t buy it because almost all of my money went to rent last month. Not to mention food, which most of it you come in here and eat. And my water bill is through the roof!”

Natsu listened to her sobbing with empathy. He wasn’t good with emotions, but when it came to Lucy, he was. He had to be, especially after having a crush on her for all of these years.

“Then why don’t you move in with me, then?” he asked, and Lucy looked up at him.

“Huh?” she furrowed her brows and wiped her red eyes.

“I’ve got enough saved up so that the two of us can stay in my house! Think about it, Luce! It’ll be so much fun! We can go on adventures together and Happy can snuggle up with us at night,” he said, his cheeks pink at the mention of them sleeping in the same bed.

Lucy thought for a moment. Did she really want to leave her beautiful apartment for a life with Natsu and Happy, the messiest people she knew?

But then again, there was no more rent. Natsu had his house paid off. And she could do grocery shopping without worrying about bills or money. And maybe that gorgeous dress could finally be hers…

Lucy nodded, letting him lift her up from her spot where she had been crying. “Okay. You’ve got yourself a deal.”

“Awesome! Now we can spend more time together!”

Lucy’s cheeks turned pink at his toothy grin, and they walked back to his–their–new home together. She didn’t want to admit it, but she had a crush on him for all these years too.


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Sensitive

I know I’ve done something kind of like this before but it was garbage so I’m redoing it:) Also I take requests! (I just had to write this about long haired Harry because I really miss his long curly locks:/)

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Sunday had to be the best day of the week. Monday through Friday, you work, Saturdays are filled with cleaning and running errands. But Sundays are made for staying in bed all day and no one can judge you.

This particular Sunday was like most.

I woke up with the bright sun streaming through the blinds hitting my face.

Harry always wakes up early and opens the blinds, then he crawls back into bed and falls back asleep. I remember when we first started sleeping in the same bed together, he used to pretend he had no clue how the blinds got open every morning. When he realized I started thinking we either had a ghost or a stalker, he gave in and finally told me it was him.

I lift my arms above my head to stretch and let out a long yawn. Turning onto my right side, I pull the white blanket up higher and look at Harry peacefully sleeping. He’s sleeping on his stomach with both arms under his pillow. A few of his long curls had fallen onto his face. Adorable.

Trying not to wake him, I bring my left hand up to Harry’s face and gently tuck the hairs behind his ear. Out of habit I start to outline his face with my fingers. My thumb traces over his thin yet bushy eyebrow. I make my way down to his jaw line. So defined. Finally my hand goes back up to his hair and I start lightly scratching his scalp.

After a while of me massaging his scalp and running my fingers through his hair, Harry lightly smiles.

“Mmm don’t stop love.” he says still with his eyes closed.

I let out a small giggle.

“Well good morning to you bub.” I say sarcastically.

“Good morning my love, how did you sleep?” He asks opening his eyes slowly and pulling me to his chest so we were face to face.

I dip my face into his neck and take a deep breath. Harry has to have the best scent in the world. Fruity and yet manly from cologne.

“Pretty good actually, how’d you sleep?” I ask with my face still in his neck. I reach my arm around to his bare back and lightly scratch up and down. Harry loves to be massaged and scratched everywhere.

“I woke up a few times, but other than that, it was good.”

Usually I just wear a t-shirt and underwear to bed and morning Harry always takes advantage of that.

I feel his big hand creep up under my shirt onto my back. I lightly jump due to the cold metal of Harry’s rings that he forgot to take off last night but quickly recover.

Harry flips over onto his back and pulls me onto his chest. I let out a little gasp and playfully slap his chest.

He just smiles and places his hands back under my shirt and lightly massages the bottom of my back and upper butt.

Usually I’d get on to Harry for being cheeky but it’s Sunday, and to be honest it feels nice.

I lay my head on his chest and start running my fingers over his muscles on his arm. A lot of people don’t think he has muscles, but trust me, he does.

For a while neither of us talk. Harry continues to massage my back, I continue to trace the outline of his muscles and his tattoos. Occasionally I’ll “accidentally” run a finger over his nipple causing him so suck in a breath. So sensitive. 

“Kitten your gonna start something if you don’t quit.” Harry says looking down at me with a light smirk.

I know exactly what he means but I play dumb and go back to tracing.

Soon I get bored with that. Before Harry can react I straddle his leg and start to kiss the leaves right above his shorts. I move to his cute little belly button and then all over stomach. He’s practically purring.

“So good to me kitten.” He says in quiet voice causing me the grin.

I move up and straddle is waist and sit straight up. He looks up and me with a curious face. I lightly smile and grab his hand. Taking my time I place kisses to each finger and all over his palm. I move to his wrist then all the way up his arm.

Once I get up to his shoulder I start to not only leave kisses but I lightly suck and nibble on the skin.

Harry let out a satisfied sigh. My sensitive boy.

I start the whole process over on his other arm. The whole time Harry watches me with intensity and had a smirk playing on his lips. He’s scheming something.

Harry’s hands move into my underwear and starts to massage my butt, but I keep going.

I kiss up his neck lingering in certain spots that I know drive him crazy. I’m about to kiss up and down his jaw when I feel Harry’s hands go to my hips and flips me onto my back. Harry’s now hovering over me with a smile on his lips.

“Now it’s your turn.”

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Hey! I wrote a thing! 

Vacationland! (Read on ao3)

Pairing: nurseydex
Words: ~3600
Summary: Derek and Dex end up spending a week together. Alone. In Maine. At a lake house. This leads to some important conversations about relationships. 

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Derek was sitting on the edge of a dock on a lake in Maine wondering what the fuck happened in his life to bring him here. Well, actually he knew exactly what brought him here. He had mentioned casually in the Haus one day near the end of the semester than his parents were planning on going to Italy for a week for their anniversary, and, while he was invited along, he opted not to go so his moms could enjoy the vacation as a couple.

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VIXX: mornings with them

N:  even more cuddly and touchy than normal, and that’s saying a lot. He’s not hard to wake up, esp since he’s so used to it and sometimes he simply can’t sleep in late bc his mind won’t let him. So if you’re still sleeping at this point, he’ll take this time to run his fingers lightly over your skin and admiring your sleeping face. Fixing your hair out your face, he’d kiss you on the forehead and begin to stretch his limbs, quietly getting up to fix you both some breakfast.

Leo:  he’d curl up next to you while alseep, and it’s hard to move out of his grip in the morning…not that you’d want to. He mumbles in his sleep a lot, so you always end up asking him what be was dreaming about the night before, and he answers with the same thing every time, “you.” He’d take his time to fully wake up, not really wanting to let go of your body and start the day.

Ken:  a very light sleeper, and wakes up often during the night bc you move around and lot lmao so let this boy get his sleep while he can. While still unconscious, he’d pull you into his chest and sigh peacefully. After finally waking up, he’d smile lazily at you but pout and groan when you try to get up.“babyyyy, let’s just stay in bed all day, we have nothing important to do.”

Ravi:  he barely gets any sleep, and when he’s finally home and sleeping next you, he’s completely knocked out and isn’t going to wake up for a while. He thinks of you as his teddy bear, basically, and refuses to let you out of his arms. All he wants to do when waking up is to cuddle with you for a little while, and talk about his previous day. Sometimes he’d play music while you two talk, and you’d both end up jamming hella hard to whatever he’s playing, and that’s his favorite way to wake up.

Hongbin:  he’d try to give you your own space and not bother you while asleep, but you’d both somehow end up entangled with each other in the morning, neither of you wanting to move. He’d lazily draw his lips across your shoulders and neck, mumbling about quiet ‘good morning’ and smiling. He isn’t the type to sleep in late, and sometimes manages to get up early to make you breakfast.

Hyuk:  will pretend he’s still sleeping, and snores very loudly as you try to wake him up. It’d take a lot of jumping on his back and “wake up, you lazy dummy” for him to roll over and attack you with kisses. Wouldn’t want to move out of your comfortable bed in the morning, and takes as long as he can just talking to you about anything and everything, and stroking your hair. He’d try aegyo for you to fall asleep with him again, and you’d never admit it…but it always works.

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Meant To Be (part 2)

You are a badass muggle-born Gryffindor girl in your 6th year. Your life is perfect in Hogwarts, you have friends, you study well and you can forget there your horrible relationship with your parents. But once, for a winter break, you decided to spend the holiday in the castle and this decision give you the chance to get to know Sirius Black. And from that day, you are bound to the other.
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Sirius Black

We were having breakfast on the first school day after winter break. Everyone of my friends were talking about how they spent the time and how much they enjoyed it. When Peter shared us that he “almost died in pleasure when first ate his best-ever mum’s cook when arrived home”, he gave me an apologetic look and quickly added:

“Sorry, Padfoot.”

But I just smiled at that sentence. Even if I couldn’t have an enjoyable celebrating with a family that filled with love; I’ve had the best winter break ever in my life. Y/N and I became very good friends and I realized we really did spent the whole time together.

She was so curious about our secret places in the castle and my “special” prank tricks, so I taught her small hexes and jinxes, but she “definitely didn’t want to use them on people”. I loved that mischievous side of her that started to appear slowly. It’s not like that it is the only thing why I liked her. It was clear on the first day when we met that Y/N is looking good. Very good, to be honest. But during the break, when she laughed on something, it was the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard. And her smile was just simply incredible according to me. I haven’t seen Y/N’s smile before, so I didn’t know how much it makes her appearance more beautiful.

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One and Only pt. 2

Prompt: You need a little bit of T.L.C. after being shot on a mission and that includes a new roommate. You have a massive crush on him and he’s clueless.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2,071

Warnings: none? painkillers (i guess? not drug abuse though.)

A/N: some more fluffy stuff. still in love with bearded steve nice. let me know if you want to be tagged.

Tagged: @defendors @marvelfandom-stuff @cchrriissuuu @katexbishopx @all-around-geek @thorne93 @brittanymcsharry 

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It took some major convincing, and a bit of pulling of his limbs on Bucky’s part, but Steve agreed to leave the apartment and take a break. Bucky explained to all of you he planned to take him out to a bar and see some live music. It just didn’t feel right to see him walk out of the door. Even with Nat and Wanda, both of whom you considered to be your best friends, something felt like it was missing as soon as Steve walked out the door.

“Rogers just needs a lover.” Natasha said once you were all settled. She shrugged before she took a sip of her drink. The conversation somehow traveled to Steve. Why did it always travel to Steve? “Like, someone needs to just really…” She bit her lip and started laughing.

“Or the easier and less gross solution: he could, you know, get a hobby.” Wanda tilted her head, opening the bottle of nail polish.

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anonymous asked:

Renora: "So... this counts as 'together-together,' right?"

“So… this counts as ‘together-together,’ right?” She sat down on the bed next to Ren who was still reading, wearing one of his shirts as a nightgown. 

“What, us?” He looked up, confused.

“Don’t be stupid, we’ve been dating for a year now. I meant Yang and Blake.”

“…I think you should ask them.” 

“They hang out together all the time. Sleep in the same bed. Cuddle when they’re drunk. Wear each other’s close.” 

“We did that before we were together-together, Nora.” He sighed and laid his book on the nightstand, wrapped his arms around her to pull her close. 

“Yeah, okay. But I saw them make out behind the trash cans yesterday.” 

“Okay, we didn’t do that before we were together-together.” 

“Told you so.” She smiled and pulled him close to kiss him. “They are totally dating.”

nightmares about losing you

for @bottle-of-felix-felicis :) thank you for following!

Lukas has never seen this much blood. His hands are shaking and he can’t breathe and God, no—Philip, Philip, Philip—

He shoots up in bed with a gasp, his hand over his heart. His eyes are straining and filled with tears, and before he knows it familiar hands are smoothing over his shoulder and his back. The room is still sunny and Philip converges on him, pulling him close.

Lukas realizes he’s still in Philip’s bedroom.

“Lukas,” Philip whispers, turning his face gently so they’re facing each other. “You’re okay, you’re okay.”

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Rain Check

Can you do a TomxReader(together) where they haven’t done anything sexual yet so they decide to finally sleep in the same bed. Tom gets excited and tries to hide himself with his shirt and the reader notices his discomfort and takes it upon herself to help him out with a hot af make out session as a build up to smut but he finishes before clothes were to be taken off and admits it happened and then fluff please ❤

We ran all the way to Tom’s place as the rain poured down. We got inside and looked at one another before laughing at how ridiculous we looked.

“Love, your hair is curling like crazy. More than usual.” he chuckled, touching a wet lock.

“So is yours.” I said ruffling it. He made a face and I ran away from him but he caught up to me, grabbing me by my waist and blowing into my neck. I giggled and tried to get out of his hold.

“Toooommm. Stop it.” I giggled. He blew a few more times and then kissed my neck.

“Hey. Be quiet will you?” Harrison groaned from the couch. We stifled our laughter as we made our way to Tom’s room.

“I should probably go before traffic gets worse.” I said, facing him. He pouted.

“Why don’t you spend the night?” he asked. I thought about it, remembering our previous stays. He would sleep on the couch while I slept in my room. But the couch seemed to be occupied. Lightning crashed outside making us both jump.

“I guess it couldn’t hurt. Would you mind finding me some clothes?” I asked, blushing a bit. He smiled and went over to his dresser, pulling out some of his boxers.

“I have clean shirts in the laundry.” he said, handing me the extra pair. I smiled and went to the bathroom, the door slightly ajar. I peeled off the wet clothes and changed into the bottom half. I groaned slightly, realizing that I couldn’t change into a sports bra.

I dug around and found a hair dryer, strangely enough, and blow dried my bra and hair as best as I could. I heard a small knock and there was Tom’s right hand, sticking out from the door with a shirt.

“Thanks babe.” I said taking it. I came out of the bathroom to see him shirtless and laying blankets on the floor.

“Babe… I was thinking. Instead of ruining your back, why not just sleep up on the bed with me?” I suggested. He looked like he was going to decline but once he glanced back at the hard wood floors, he jumped onto the bed. I smiled and joined him, climbing over him so I could be on the left side.

“Why did you climb over?” he asked, shifting his left leg up.

“Why did you jump on the bed?” I remarked. He smiled and swallowed, his Adams’s apple bobbing. I furrowed my eyebrows and saw why. He was trying to fix his downstairs area. I looked back and he was looking away, blushing.

I smiled and trailed my fingers up and down his arm. He looked at me and blinked. I brought myself on top of him, feeling his hard on.

“Love I-” he started before I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. He was taken back but snaked his arms around me, propping himself in a sitting position. He licked my bottom lip with his tongue, asking for entrance. I teased him, making him squeeze my ass. I opened my mouth in order to gasp but his tongue found it’s way inside. His hard on pressed into between my thighs and I smiled into the kiss.

I broke the kiss off and nibbled on his ear, feeling the crevices of his abs and rubbing his biceps, making him throw his head back. A small moan escaped and I bit his neck as a treat. He brought me towards his face and gave me a peck before starting on my neck. My head rolled back and I sighed at the feeling of his lips on my neck. He started to suck and bite, making sure to leave a mark.

His hands moved up and down the hollow of my hips. I grinded my hips into his, making him grip them for better control. His hands found their way up to my chest where they rested there for a while until he began to slowly massage them. A small moan escaped from my lips, turning him on. I started to leave kisses from his jaw down to his chest as his hands got entangled in my hair. I softly squeezed his junk which made him intake a breath of air. He bit his lip as I started to play with the hem of his sweats when he let out a groan. I was about to pull his sweats down when he stopped me.

“There’s no need for that Love.” he said, slightly breathless. I stared at him and then blushed, realizing what he meant.

“Aw babe.” I said, climbing up to him so I could be eye level to him.

“If you don’t mind, I’m going to go change.” he said, a little embarrassed. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to me.

“Don’t be embarrassed babe.” I told him. He smiled cheekily and pecked my lips.

“I’m not. I promise. It just means I need to step up my game for you next time.” he winked and disappeared into the hallway before coming back. He came back over and we cuddled. He kissed the top of my head and rubbed my arm.

“You know how much I love you?” he asked.

“How much?” I asked, looking up at him. He looked down at me and smiled.

“Exactly. There is no right amount because I’ll always love you. No matter what.” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“That’s forever Love.” I teased.

“Oh shut up"he said, connecting out lips together.

Maladaptive isn’t well known for some reasons, but I think I know what the main reason is.

Ignorance.

I have read a lot of articles about Maladaptive Daydreaming and most of them are about how people don’t know what it is, but there are some who point out the fact that science doesn’t care.

Some people have brought MADD to discussions and most of them don’t even blink an eye on it, but why? Because Everyone daydreams!

What people not realize about MADD is the fact that we are not exaggerating at all and that we never signed up to this at the first place.

• “We need to daydream, that’s why we can’t get out of our bed.” “Same, I like to stay longer in bed too.”

• “I can never study properly because my daydreams are distracting me!” “Well have you ever tried stopping?“

• “I can’t sleep well because I need to daydream at night before sleeping!” “Take some sleeping pills or watch something to calm your mind!”

• “I like to daydream a lot until I can’t do anything exceot daydreaming.” “We all do that sometimes.”

Maladaptive Daydreaming has a lot of advantages and sometimes people only look at those positive sides and think, “This is a simple matter, so why should it bother you?”

Well they don’t get it. Maladaptive Daydreaming may sounds fun and harmless but the bad sides need to be pointed out too, and that is usually where people ignore it.

“You just need to stop daydreaming, right? Easy!” No.

Stopping from daydreaming isn’t an easy thing to do, sometimes we don’t want to, sometimes we can’t. Why? Because we have been stuck with our daydreams for so long, we start to lose connections with reality. We only remember that reality is a cruel place and none of us want that, so we go to our daydreams where we can be free and do whatever we want.

Maladaptive Daydreaming should be taken seriously, people should be educated, and people should care about us.

The Vegas Wedding AU

Featuring: Faranda getting their shit together real quick, Brotzly getting their shit together slightly less quick, and the rowdy 3 matchmaking and smashing plates.

Copied and pasted from discord, so sorry for any mistakes.

  • dirk suddenly gets a hunch that they should go to vegas
  • and everyone’s a bit weary about it because it’s vegas and anything could happen
  • but idk they get a surprise visit from amanda and the rowdies
  • and amanda is like ‘yes vegas good’ and farah is pining so she agrees and todd wants make good with his sister so he agrees and suddenly they are on a road trip
  • they take two cars because todd is still hung up about that whole wrecking his apartment thing?
  • at fist dirk is all 'we gotta travel together’ but then he realises that if he can convince farah to stay in the van, he and todd can be alone is his carthat is a very appealing thought 
  • it went quite well when they were hunting down machine parts, after all
  • soo, todd is driving 'dirk’s car’ most of the time they are on the road
  • and dirk sort of fluctuates between the car and the van, he switches at rest stops
  • mostly they drive during the day, but when they drive at night dirk takes the time to hearteyes
  • todd doesn’t notice bc he’s todd and i’d like to think that at least someone in american keeps their eyes on the road (seriously, they never seem to in any tv shows ever. it concerns me.)
  • anyway i’m not american so i have no idea how long it takes to get from seattle to vegasbut they get there 
  • and they find this one fancy hotel and farah offers to pay but she’s only paying for 3 rooms bc they do need some of that 4 mill. for other stuff
  • so you’ve got 3 rooms and 8 people
  • the rowdies decide to take over one room, it is unknown if they sleep in it or not, and the other four decide to split boys and girls
  • but (surprise, surprise), double beds
  • farah and amanda jump at the idea and it is at that point that we can see that they’re gonna get their shit together
  • dirk also is like 'yeah cool lets do this’ but inside he is dying bc he gets to sleep in the same room as todd on the same bed as todd right next to todd holy shiiiiit
  • todd is sort of… frozen
  • (bc todd is not good at this sort of thing, and we all already knew that these two would take a while to sort their shit out)
  • but todd pulls himself together, sharing a bed with you best friend? not weird 

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MATING SEASON AFTERMATH! (Poly tmnt x reader)

Authors note: ok so here’s the piece no one has been waiting for mating season aftermath! I had to write it I couldn’t help myself! This is def going to turn into a poly series/ reverse harem sort of thing! Also sorry this is so long.

Summary:You slept with all four brothers, how do you tell them? Do you even tell them at all? I dunno we’ll find out I guess lol.

Warnings: Mention of sex, cursing (?)

(Y/N) woke up, hair in her face and drool staining her cheek, still in the giant orange t-shirt from last night. She laid in bed before memories rushed into her consciousness.
“Oh my god!” She yelled to herself. She couldn’t believe the events of last night. She was hesitant to check her phone. Even so she grabbed it, bringing it close to her face. Text messages from ALL of them. “Oh fuck!” She yelled again, laughing maniacally. “What am I going to do!?” She realized that they would probably kill each other if they all found out they were sleeping with the same girl, realizing she had a decision to make, but she wasn’t quite sure how to make it.

Hey. Read Raphaels text.
What’s up angle cakes hope you’re ready for more! I’m coming over! Read Mikey’s text.
Hey can I come over? Asked Donatello.
We need to talk. Said Leo.
Oh fuck! She thought sitting straight up on her bed. She heard a soft tap on her window. Four giant turtles sat on her fire escape in the rain, waiting for entry. She wondered how long they had been there, and if they had seen her maniacal cackling. She pulled her window up, allowing the turtles to come in.
“Hi guys.” She rubbed her hand through her hair, still in michelangelos orange t-shirt.

They unfolded before her one bye one. She bent over the window sill, looking at the thunderclouds and what they threatened to bring. She stood up and closed the window, letting the heat from her apartment engulf her again before turning around to face them. They all stared at her, watching the way her ass popped in that orange t-shirt. Leo watched the way her legs stretched to the floor, wanting to tell her a million things, that he wasn’t ready for a relationship, but he still wanted to keep seeing her. Raphael watched her messy hair and the way it toppled over her shoulders down her back, she was so beautiful he thought. He wanted his brothers to go away so they could talk about last night. Donatello bit his lip trying not to burst with excitement. He was going to ask her out, he loved last night and he wanted to do it more, with her. He wanted to do everything with her. Mikey just wanted to show off. HE had a beautiful girl last night while they slept away in their beds.
“Orange is so your color!” Said Mikey, walking up to her and throwing his muscular arm around her neck. She gripped his hand, and smiled, hoping to keep the balance in the room.
“Shut up dingus,” Raphael flicked his little brother away. “I think red would look better.” The room erupted in shouts about what color she would look in best.
“Hey!” She yelled, trying to get their attention. “If you guys just came to fight with each other, you can do that at home.” She plopped on her bed, burying her face in the mattress, wanting all the complicated talks to disappear. She knew she had to talk to them eventually. She peeled her face back from her thick comforter, the turtles staring at her intently watching, waiting for her next move. They clung onto her words like water in the desert.
“Let’s go into the living room.” She groaned. They followed her like a mini battalion, carrying out her every command. She slipped on gray sweatpants and a black crop top before following the turtles into her living room. “Does anyone want coffee?” She asked, walking into the kitchen. Donatello and Leo sat at her kitchen island, while Mikey turned on the tv and Raphael watched.
“I’ll take a cup, I’m still tired from last night.” Donatello chorted a slick grin spreading across his face. (Y/N) blushed, all the while gritting her teeth with anxiousness.
“Yeah I’ll take some coffee too.” Added Leo. She poured the steaming brown liquid into coffee mugs with dancing penguins on them. Donnie stood up to grab some sugar. He pulled the sugar from the top cabinet, handing it over. She placed her hand on the sugar, looking into Donatello’s eyes. They froze, locked in a gentle gaze. Her hand crawled onto his forearm, grazing it gently.
“Can you pass that?” Asked Leo, irritation creeping into his throat. She shook her head and passed the sugar, while Donnie sent a death glare Leo’s way. Raphael made an appearance, leaning against the fridge, toothpick sticking out of his mouth. She leaned against her sink, sipping her coffee causally. Inside she felt trapped, the turtles had her surrounded, she had to say something.
“So anything new?” She asked. Leonardo chuckled. Her face twisted in surprise, Leo had never made that noise before, not even last night.
“Is something funny?” Asked raph. Leonardo regained his composure, clearing his throat, speaking very cautiously.
“I just thought she knew about Donnies new-” he paused. “His new invention thingy, tell her don.” Leo retorted quickly drawing attention away from himself.
“Actually she tried it out last night,” beamed Donatello. “It wasn’t perfect, but that was my fault,” He explained. “I’m making adjustments,” he pushed his glasses farther up his face. “it’ll be ready tonight, if you’re down?” He turned to (y/n), she smiled at the thought.
“Actually Donatello,” interrupted Leo. “I was going to ask if she wanted to train with me tonight.” Leo glanced over at her, gauging her reaction. She felt as if she was in a glass box, there for the turtles to spectate.
“Oh yeah THATS what she wants to do.” Donatello rolled his eyes and leaned against the counter, crossing his arms.
“Well that’s not really your decision,” snapped Leo. “Is it?” He scowled at Donnie, while Donnie averted his stare. She stood next to Donnie as he placed his hand in the small of her back, cautiously so no one would be able to see. Thoughts of pure bliss flooded her mind at his touch, the memories of last night never giving her rest. She tossed her hair behind her shoulder, desperate to not give away her secret.
“Nice hickeys!” Yelled Mikey, from the couch. They all chuckled to themselves, stopping when they noticed they weren’t the only ones.
“Why are you laughin’?” Raphael asked Leo.
“Because Donnie was laughing.” Leo pointed towards Donatello. Donatello froze.
“Uh,” she stuttered. “Actually I think I have a date tonight.” She blurted the first thing that came to mind. All the turtles immediately snapped their heads towards her, even Mikey all the way from the living room. Raphael rolled his eyes.
“Ya know I think I’m gunna go.” He said, walking towards her window.
“Come on Raphael,” she stopped him. “Don’t be like that.” He looked at her, suddenly realizing he had 3 other pairs of eyes on him.
“Ya alright.” He sat on the couch, begrudgingly, next to Mikey. The tension she felt was almost tangible, they all stared at her, hanging onto her every word.
“So this date?” Asked donatello.
“I uh-” she walked over to Leo and set her coffee cup down next to him. “My mom set me up for this thing like a month ago.” She watched their faces melt into disappointment. “I’ll cancel it!” She blurted. Oh shit, she thought, this is a disaster. She felt the room relax a little,
“So then that’s a yes for tonight?” Asked Don.
“Sure Donnie.” She said quickly.
“What about movie night angel cakes?” Yelled Mikey from the couch.
“Yeah and I thought you wanted me to teach you how to drive my motorcycle.” Raphael interrupted. She bit her finger nails before coming up with a solution.
“Ok I’ll go train with Leo, then go with raph, then Donnie and finally Mikey,” she watched their faces for approval. “Sound good?” Raphael shrugged.
“Sounds good to me.” He walked towards the window, prying it open. “See ya’ shorty.” He smirked before jumping out onto the fire escape.
“I’ll see you tonight.” Donnie said, hugging her before following Raphael home.
“Saving the best for last!” Mikey yelled behind him before following suit. Silence finally settled in between her and Leo.

The World Is Spinning

As the world titled around me once again, I closed my eyes, placing a hand on the wall next to me, taking in a deep breath.

“Y/N?” Blinking open my eyes, I saw Oli frowning over at me. “You alright?”

“Fine,” I smile back at him, lying through my teeth, “Just really like this song.”

“You sure?” He stepped closer, “You’re pretty pale.”

“I’m fine, Oli.” I told him, letting my hand fall from the wall beside me, “You’re imagining stuff.”

“Maybe we should find Joe…” He trailed off, glancing around the party we were at.

“No, no.” I grabbed his arm, bringing his attention back to her. “Please, Oli. Don’t tell him. I’m fine. Really.”

“You aren’t.” Oli shook his head, “I can tell. You’re practically swaying where you stand, Y/N.”

The world was spinning again, much like it had throughout the night, but I could push through it. We were only going to be at the party for another couple of hours. I just needed Oli to stop pestering me to tell Joe. This was not the first time he had insisted.

I hadn’t felt well all evening, and Oli had picked up on it a while ago. Which is why he also kept asking if I was alright. Which I was.

For the most part.

“I am not.” I told him firmly, forcing myself to stop swaying, “And you can’t tell Joe. He’s been looking forward to this party all month. I won’t ruin it.”

“He won’t be happy about it…” Oli sighed, but I could tell I had won him over.

“Who won’t be happy about what?” Joe asked, appearing at my side. His hand slide around my waist, and I leaned into him, grateful for the support.

Oli shot me a look, silently pleading for me to tell Joe, but I ignored him, smiling over at Joe.

“You won’t be happy. About me dragging you to the dance floor.”

“Love, you know I can’t dance.” Joe laughed, and I could see in his eyes that he was having a good time, he was relaxed. Further proof I couldn’t tell him that the world was moving around him.

“For me?” I asked sweetly, maybe I just needed to get the blood flowing.

“Alright. One dance.” He told me, nodding to Oli as we made our way to the dance floor.


It was crowded with people, everyone moving closely together, the bass thumping loudly.

Instantly I felt worse.

But Joe was looking at me so happily, so carefree, that I put a smile on my own face and allowed him to pull me closer, our own bodies moving with those around us.

“Having fun?” He spoke close to my hear, wanting to be heard over the music.

“Of course!” I replied, placing a simple kiss on his cheek.

The grin I got in return was everything, even if it swam in front of me. Was the spinning getting worse?

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. Everything was fine.

I was fine.

“Y/N?” Joe called out, and I realized he was saying something.

“Sorry?” I said back, my hands braced on his chest as I blinked a few times quickly, trying to get rid of the black creeping in at the edges of my vision.

“Everything okay?”

“Everyone keeps asking that,” I laughed, taking a step back, trying my best to focus on Joe’s face even as everything spun around and around, “I’m fine!”

Except when I went to go take another step back, the floor fell from under me, and the black rapidly filled my vision. I could faintly hear someone calling my name, but I succumbed to the darkness before my mind could figure out who it was.


“Y/N? Love, can you hear me?”

There was a gentle hand on my cheek, as well as something cool on my forehead. I could feel my body shaking lightly as I dragged my eyes open, focusing in on Joe’s blue ones, shining with concern.

“Y/N?!”

“Joe?” I mumbled, blinking slowly. “Wha’s going on?” I asked, sitting up with his help.

“Gods, you scared the shit out of me. That’s what. Are you okay?” His words came out rapidly, and it took my haze filled mind a moment to realize what it was he was saying.

“I’m fine,” I told him, “Why are we on the floor?”

“Because you fainted.”

“Oh.”

“I’m taking you home.” Joe said firmly, helping me stand up. He frowned when I stumbled into him slightly, my body still shaking. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“Because I’m fine.” I manage to get out, clutching onto him tightly. “Really. We can stay.”

“Nice try, Y/N.” He shook his head, “We’re going home. You can’t stay here.”

“Car’s out front.” I can hear Oli say from over my shoulder, but I’m now leaning heavily against Joe, my eyes closed tightly once again.

“Thanks. You okay getting home on your own?”

“I’ll be fine. Go ahead.”


I couldn’t remember the drive home, or Joe bringing me inside. The rest of the night was a blurred moment. All I could remember was spinning and feeling hot and then cold, alternating constantly.

The next thing I knew, I was blinking my eyes open, squinting at the morning light streaming in to our bedroom.

“Hey, love.” Joe spoke softly, his hand pushing the hair out of my face. “How you feeling?”

“Like shit. But better than last night.” I tell him, pushing myself into a sitting position. I’m relieved to see that the world does not spin this time, but instead remains quite still.

“That’s good. You’re fever broke at some point in the night too, so you should be feeling better by tonight.”

Fever? I think briefly, before I notice Joe’s face. He looks exhausted. There’s bags under his eyes, and his eyelids are drooping slightly, while his hair is a mess. His clothes are the same from the night before, just more wrinkled.

“Did you stay up all night?” I asked him, my fingers lacing through his.

“I was worried.”

“Joe.”

“No,” He shook his head, “I wasn’t going to sleep. You needed someone to take care of you.”

“Well, I don’t anymore.” I replied, tugging his hand. “So come to bed, and get some sleep.”

“Are you sure?” Joe frowned, eyes studying me. “You don’t need anything?”

“I just need my boyfriend to get out of those clothes and into bed, so we can both go to sleep.”

“Alright, alright.” He laughed, “Sleep does sound pretty good.”

“I know, what a wonderful concept. It’s something normal people do at night.” I drawled, settling back in bed as he strips out of his clothes.

“Some people do it during the day, you know.” He commented, climbing into bed beside me. “Now shush, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I giggled, shuffling closer against him. “But Joe?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you. For taking care of me.”

“Always, love.” Joe mumbled back, and I know he’s already drifting off to sleep.