what do you mean these two don't have a spin off yet

anonymous asked:

bucky tell us a story about darcy

darcy lewis goes drinking with thor.

that alone should be enough to send your imaginations spinning off to wild places, but that, my friends, is only where our story begins.
it is also something you should know, just in general, in case you happen to encounter darcy lewis.
she’s tazed a god twice, and she goes drinking with thor. on a regular basis.
the first time thor wanted to go drinking after i showed up, lewis was there too. and naturally, if thor was going out so was she. neither of them knew us newbie avengers well yet, but being sociable sort of people, they invited us to tag along. scott immediately agreed, but sam was caught up doing some beta testing in the labs with tony, and said he would catch up when they were done.
so darcy, thor, scott and i went out drinking.
fun fact about thor: it takes him approximately one million alcohols to get drunk, but once he’s there, he likes to sing. preferably epic ballads of victory in battle, but he’s pretty much game for any catchy song that will get a bar excited. that being the case, lewis and thor’s go-to midgardian bar is a karaoke joint.
im sure you begin to see where things are going wrong.
fun fact about darcy lewis? she can also hold her alcohol, but cannot carry at tune. like. at all.
that doesnt stop her from singing, mind you. gotta respect a lady who knows shes terrible but enjoys herself anyway.
scott apparently loves karaoke. i dont know why that surprised me, but it did. even more surprising? hes not actually that bad, although like 90% of his song choices were bruce springsteen. no clue why. anyway, thor was delighted by having a buddy who was not only willing but able to sing with him, and after scott got over his star-struck-ness they had a pretty great time.
it was a good thing that thor and lewis went to that bar on the regular, because im sure any place that hadnt been prepared for them would have kicked all of us out. as it was, they finally booted us out the door after a rousing rendition of ‘wrecking ball’ had most of the bar on their feet. and broke two tables.
(thor apparently settles his tab there in asgardian gold, so no hard feelings from the bartenders.)
the night was young and all of us had enough booze in our systems that we decided to catch a cab back to the tower and see if we could rope anyone else into some shennanigans. thor was buzzed at least, which for thor means his voice is even boomier and his gestures are more expansive–you gotta be ready to duck. scott was drunk, no question about it, and that was probably why theyd wound up singing wrecking ball in the first place. scott’s a cheerful if floppy, “ i love you, i love all of you guys, i love everyone in this bar ” kind of drunk, and was mostly travelling by merit of being wrapped around thors bicep. i was a little buzzed myself, and lewis had had nearly as much as i did. remarkably, she seemed to be chugging along pretty well, some weaving and slurring aside. the lady lives up to her god-tazing reputation.
anyway, we got out of the cab at the tower and started making our way to the doors. scott had partially detached from thors arm and needed extra support, so i was helping keep him from capsizing while lewis trailed a few steps behind the three of us, making color commentary of our three stooges act.
and then out of nowhere, she just…yelled.
all three of us whipped around as quickly as three drunk superpeople can, just in time to see darcy lewis dish out what looked to be a pretty dang textbook perfect roundhouse kick to the chest of some poor guy.
the guy went down. lewis went down too, because the kick had totally overbalanced her. thor and i dropped scott and ran over to help.
which was when sam sat up and said ‘that was a hell of a kick’
because apparently hed finished up his testing and gone out to catch up with us, made it partway down the block to call a cab, then saw us getting out of our taxi. he jogged back–not being particularly stealthy, but we were drunk–and put his hand on lewis’s shoulder to get her attention.
lewis, having pretty poor vision even sober, and worse vision when drunk and without her glasses, just saw some big male figure who’d popped up out of nowhere and grabbed her by the shoulder.
so naturally she kicked him in the chest.
she apologized profusely, but the rest of us thought it was pretty funny. and sam was impressed the next morning when he discovered that she’d left a visible footprint on his chest.
darcy insists she has no idea why she did it. or where she learned to kick like that.
the rest of us have just chalked it up to mysterious darcy lewis powers.

anonymous asked:

Sooo... I'm sorry to ask this, I know you are so busy, and don't need to do If you can't, okay?! You're too much important! But, well... I can request a SoulMate!AU Bakushima...? Like, with the string-things, or that of the birthmark, you know? I really love your scenarios, really! I hope you get well, <3

YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND

I LIVE FOR SOULMATE AUS!!!!

I’ll write for you as long as I can! I can’t guarantee I’ll be fast about it but I’ll do my best!!

Also I wrote one here a while ago;) and I’ve had a wip of another one saved for like forever so I decided to finish

They say that you just know that they’re your soulmate when you see the tattoo.

Many people who don’t believe in soulmates or who are too afraid to find theirs or for some other reason covered up their tattoo at all times to prevent ever finding their other half. However, a majority of the population kept theirs uncovered.

Kirishima never hid his soulmark. Why would he? He was extremely proud to have a soulmate and wanted to show them off to the world. You know, if he ever found them. And he desperately wanted to find them, which was half of the reason for designing a topless hero costume. That way, he could proudly show the world the tattoo that he was given at birth.

He touched the grenade that rested over his ribs, fingers tracing over the explosion that was the backdrop, smiling softly as he thought of his soulmate. What kind of person was his soulmate for him to have such a design on his body? Mina once told him that they must have an explosive personality, to which he just laughed and rolled his eyes.

His hand lingered on the ink for a second longer before he put his uniform shirt on, buttoning it up and straightening out the wrinkles. He tied his tie and put his jacket on before looking at himself in the mirror. With a final glance, he smiled at his reflection before grabbing his bag, running down the stairs and out the door, excitedly bidding farewell to his parents.

The walk itself was uneventful but Kirishima’s mood was sky high. After all, he was about to start his first day in the UA hero course. Who wouldn’t be excited about that?

The closer he got to campus, the more excited he became. As he approached the gate, he heard a loud, excited shrill followed by footsteps rapidly approaching him. He turned just in time to see Mina run at him before she launched herself into his arms. Kirishima caught her, arms wrapping around her waist as hers wrapped around his neck, spinning her around. After a few seconds of excited screaming, earning them some strange looks from the other students, Kirishima set her down. They continued to talk as they walked to class together.

“Ah! I’m so glad we’re in the same class Kiri! Oh! Do you think our soulmates are gonna be there too? How awesome would that be if they were! Our soulmates could be potential pro heroes too!”

“Man that would be pretty cool!” His hand reflexively went to his ribs as he saw Mina bring her wrist up to look at her own soulmark that she’s had since birth. Thoughts of their soulmates disappeared when they entered their classroom, excitement returning full force as the day started.

The first half of classes went by pretty uneventful, though there were some interesting people around. The main one that stood out to Kirishima was the angry blonde kid in the back of the class. He was loud, vulgar, and just plain rude in general but for some reason, Kirishima thought it was funny and kind of adorable. What shocked him, though, was that he seemed to quiet down as soon as lectures started and actively paid attention to class.

At some point, he found out that the loud, angry, attractive guy was none other than Bakugou Katsuki, the top student in class. Immediately, Kirishima was even more impressed, and also confused as to when he started to mentally call Bakugou “attractive”.

Lunch came and he immediately found Mina, who had introduced him to two other people in their class, Sero and Kaminari, who he just clicked with. He talked to them as they walked to the lunchroom and decided to sit together. While they were eating, however, Kirishima started to zone out and apparently started staring at Bakugou, who was sitting at the other end of the table. He snapped out of it when he saw red eyes stare back at him. Kirishima smiled and waved over at him but only received a scowl in return before the blonde turned away from him, the tips of his ears dusted pink.

“Dude, don’t even try. That guy doesn’t seem like he’d get along with anyone,” Kaminari told Kirishima, the other two agreeing with him.

“Hm, doesn’t hurt to try though. Plus the dude is top in the class so he must be pretty good at everything.”

“Yeah, except being nice to people.” Kirishima just shrugged and changed the topic, asking Kaminari and Sero about their pasts.

After lunch came training and, unfortunately, they couldn’t wear their hero costumes yet. Instead, they had to wear their gym uniforms. As Kirishima was changing, he felt someone lift his arm up and touch his soulmark.

“Bro! That’s such a cool mark!” Kaminari proclaimed, pulling Sero over to look at it too. He just scratched the back of his neck sheepishly as they looked at the details of his tattoo.

“You know, they say the more detailed the mark, the stronger bond you have with your soulmate and, damn Kiri, your mark is pretty detailed.”

“You’re right, Kami, his even has shading!” Sero pointed out.

“I wonder what the grenade means though.”

Before Kirishima could open his mouth to say something, he heard a locker slam and Bakugou to storm out of the locker room, scowling. The three exchanged looks before shrugging and finished getting dressed to start their training.

Throughout the quirk assessment, Kirishima couldn’t help but watch his classmate, all of whom were extremely strong. However, his mind kept wandering to Bakugou and how he was especially talented and seemed to have complete control over his quirk. It also seemed eerily familiar, which was a weird thought to have but just shrugged it off to him just being even more impressed with how cool and manly the other is.

He made it a point to catch up to Bakugou on their way to the locker room, trying to be friendly.

“Your quirk is so cool dude! It’s super strong and flashy! I bet you’ll get plenty of offers after graduation with a quirk that useful!”

“I know. Now get the fuck away, Shitty Hair.” Bakugou opened his locker door in Kirishima’s face, scowling at the other before turning to lift his shirt over his head. As Kirishima was about to walk away, he caught a glimpse of something red on the other’s side. Curiosity got the better of him as he paused and looked at the color longer.

What he saw was a tattoo of a red, sleeping dragon settled on his ribs, scales and other features drawn in incredible detail, the shading expertly done. Kirishima felt as if his breath was knocked out of his lungs, barely able to stop his hand from reaching out to touch the ink. He felt a strong pull towards the tattoo. Kirishima snapped out of his trance when Bakugou’s arm lowered to his side, covering up the mark.

“What the fuck are you staring at? Are you a fucking perv on top of being an obnoxious asshole?”

Kirishima couldn’t speak, instead slowly lifting up the left side of his shirt, revealing his own mark. Bakugou’s gaze went down before he two froze, just staring at the mark, eyes blown wide in shock. Eventually, he looked back up, face expressionless. Kirishima managed a shaky smile while the other scowled again.

“Well, shit.”

A year later and Kirishima was nuzzled into Bakugou’s side, both shirtless. Kirishima was tracing the dragon on his side, following the curves with his fingertips.

“You know, Mina was right.”

“Hm?”

“She said that my soulmate had an explosive personality since their mark was a grenade.” He looked up and chuckled. “I say that describes you pretty well.”

Bakugou went silent for a moment, his arm pausing from where it was rubbing circles on Kirishima’s bicep. “My mom used to tell me that dragons symbolized protection and support and strength.” He looked down at the redhead. “I’d say that’s pretty accurate too.”

Between Chocolates & Candy Canes (M)

Character: Yoongi x reader x Jimin

Genre/words: Smut, Crack, Oompa Loompa!au / 3,795 words

Warning: public sex, threesome, spit roasting, so much filth, pwp smut, borderline crack

a/n: Yes, this is merely a crack piece which is written with comedy purpose (although the outcome might not be speaking of it so much), so please don’t expect much of it and don’t question everything. Every bit of this fic will be pure imagination filled with filth, so I am asking for your forgiveness in advance to what it is you are about to read lol | tagging @jheartseok and @floralseokjin because you guys are responsible for this T.T


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anonymous asked:

Could you write a fic with the prompt “Stop being so cute.”? (I don't know if you want a specific character but if its directed at Evan then that would be cool~ )

I did this with tree bros, I hope that was okay!


Evan’s fingers shake as he spins the dial on his locker, groaning when he overshoots the third number and has to start inputting the combination all over again. One to the left to 18, two to the right to 3, three to the left to 45. He sucks in a deep breath before trying to pull his locker door open. It makes a horrible metal-on-metal screeching noise, but it pops open nonetheless, revealing messy binders stuffed to the brim with crumpled loose leaf and battered textbooks littered with tiny doodles of dicks. In Evan’s history textbook, one of the previous owners used the eyes and nose of every pictured historical figure as a base for drawing a dick. While Evan can appreciate the effort there, the fact that he has to scramble to cover up his book whenever a teacher passes by his desk does nothing to help his anxiety and he wishes that he could Wite-Out the copious amounts of male genitalia, but that would probably end in him having to pay to replace the textbook and his comfort is not worth a couple hundred dollars.

A tiny scrap of paper flutters out, landing on the sticky hallway floor. Probably another one of the notes Jared has taken to slipping in his lockers between classes. They usually involve dick jokes or sarcastic commentary on Evan’s behavior during their shared chemistry class—because apparently Evan needs to be told how pathetic it was when he dumped watered down hydrochloric acid on his hands and refused to tell the teacher, preferring instead to let his hands tingle uncomfortably until he could wash them after class—or whatever juicy piece of gossip that’s been circulating through the student body. He sighs as he leans over and collects the paper off the floor, bracing himself for a sentence or two on how ridiculous Evan looked when he was startled by a loud noise and nearly dropped his beaker.

Instead, he finds a barely legible phrase scrawled in the messiest chicken scratch Evan has ever seen. The writing looks like it was erased and rewritten about a dozen times, making it seem like whoever penned it wasn’t sure how to phrase what they were trying to say—or whether they should say it at all.

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Secret | Jack Avery

Requested? Yes! @valenciaxox I hope you like it!

Warnings? A couple of swear words 

Summary: Jack had been changing a lot recently and you’re over it

Word Count: 1,650 

You sit in the living room of the Why Don’t We house, all of the boys surrounding you minus Jack. You had all planned to have a movie night together so you can hang out and relax before the boys had to go on tour again. However Jack decided to come home with another new girl this week causing your heart to break more.

You stare into space not paying attention to the movie anymore. Your mind was on the boy you loved and how he would most likely never love you back.

“(Y/N)?” Zach says from next to you.

“Hm?” You say as you slowly pull away from your trance.

“You okay?” By this point the rest of the band was paying attention to you. They’ve all been noticing your weird behavior recently and they all wanted to know what was wrong.

“Not really.” You admitted. As you answer Corbyn and Jonah get up from their seats and go to sit down in front of you. You were all sitting in a circle, Zach on your right, Daniel on your left, and Jonah and Corbyn sitting in front of you.

“Is it Jack?” Corbyn speaks up.

Instead of answering you just nod your head and Zach leans over and slips an arm around your shoulder comfortingly.

“I think I’m in love with him.” You admit quietly. The boys don’t say anything for awhile until Zach stands up abruptly.

“Zach don’t.” You say already knowing what he’s about to do.

“It’s not fair to you (Y/N).”

You stand up to face him and before you can say anything to him, Jack enters the room. He glances around the room with a confused look before landing on you and Zach.

“What’s going on?” He asks.

“Well,” Zach starts but you’re quick to reach out and grab his hand, stopping him from talking.

“Nothing.” You state. “Just trying to figure out what to watch.” You say and give him the best fake smile you could muster up.

He looks around the room at you and the boys once more before shrugging his shoulders and walking into the kitchen. Just when he’s out of earshot Zach turns towards you.

“What the hell (Y/N/N)?” Zach asks.

“Zach I love you for trying to stand up for me but he can’t know. Not right now.” You respond.

Just as you finish talking Jack walks back into the living room. He pauses for a second to look at you and Zach who were currently in a staring match before he continues back upstairs to his room. You let out a sigh as he leaves and you walk back over to sit next to Daniel.

“He’ll come around eventually.” Daniel says reassuringly.

“I hope so.” You say quietly.

You leave shortly after that, you and the boys deciding that without Jack it wasn’t a true movie day. Once you had driven away the rest of the band gathered back in the living room.

“She doesn’t deserve this.” Zach says defiantly.

You and Zach had always been extremely close. There was this unspoken communication in between you two. You understood him and he understood you. Of course being your best friend he was also very overprotective of you.

“I know.” Jonah says. “Jacks just being an idiot he’ll figure it out.” He continues.

“I don’t know.” Daniel says. “He’s really not himself recently.”

“We should talk to him.” Corbyn decides.

The rest of the boys agree and plan to talk to Jack when his girl of the week leaves. About an hour later Jack comes downstairs and shows the girl out. When he walks into the living room he sees the boys sitting together with serious expressions on their faces.

“Hey guys, what’s up?”

“What’s up is you’ve been changing Jack.” Daniel starts.

“What?” Jack questions.

“You bring home a new girl every week.” Zach responds. “It’s not cool.” The rest of the boys nod in agreement and Jack rolls his eyes.

“Why does it matter to you guys if I do?”

“It’s hurting (Y/N).” Zach blurts out.

“Zach!” Jonah and Corbyn exclaim at the same time.

“What do you mean?” Jack asks ignoring Corbyn and Jonah.

“Zach don’t.” Daniel says. “It’s not your secret to tell.”

“What secret?”

“Ask her.” Zach snaps before walking out of the room.

Jack turns to watch Zach leave before spinning around to face the boys once again. Jonah holds up his hand in defense as Jack’s gaze lays on him.

“Don’t look at us. You’re the one with the problem.”

Jack turns on his heel and heads back upstairs. He collapses onto his bed replaying what the boys said in his head. What did they mean by (Y/N)’s secret?

You and Jack had been pretty close once but recently you had been distant. You hadn’t come around the house recently and if you did you didn’t talk to Jack. It hurt too much to know you meant nothing to him when he meant so much to you.

You were currently laying down in bed reading your favorite book. You sat up in bed to change positions when you hear a noise outside. You walk over to your bedroom window and peek through the curtains. You look down to see Zach standing underneath your window.

You smile and hold up your pointer finger before running downstairs and out the front door to meet him. When you step out the door Zach is standing on your front porch waiting for you.

“Hey.” You greet him. “What brings you to my neighborhood at 1 o’clock at night?” You ask while smiling widely at him.

“Couldn’t sleep. Saw your light on and figured you couldn’t either.” He says giving you a small smile.

Together you start to walk down your street, something you did when neither of you could sleep. Even if one of you was asleep you’d wake the other up just to go on a walk. Usually resulting in one of you crashing at the others house.

“Have you figured out what you’re gonna do about Jack yet?” Zach asks turning to look at you.

“Nope.” You sigh quietly. “I guess I’ll just have to get over him.”

And that’s what you did. Well at least tried to do. You went on dates with guys from school and in general tried to keep yourself busy but your mind always wandered back to Jack. It was like you were addicted to him and nothing could ever make it stop.

You were laying down in Zach’s bed, waiting for him to come home with dinner for the two of you when you heard the front door open. You quickly head downstairs expecting Zach but see Jack instead, and some random girl. You sigh quietly and turn around ready to head back upstairs when Jack’s voice stops you.

“(Y/N)?” He questions.

“What Jack?” You ask turning back around to face him.

“What are you doing here?”

“Why do you care?” You snap.

“You’re my friend.” He states simply.

“Used to be my friend.” You say before turning on your heel and heading back upstairs.

This time when you hear the front door open and close you don’t bother going downstairs. You hear a knock on the door and call out for Zach to come in. For the second time tonight you look up to see Jack standing in the doorway and roll your eyes.

“Go away Jack.” You say before dropping your gaze back to your phone.

“No.” He says walking into the room. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothings wrong.”

“I’m not an idiot (Y/N). What did I do?”

Instead of answering him, you ignore his question and continue to scroll on your phone. Before you know it your phone is ripped out of your hands and you look to see Jack shoving it into his pocket.

“Excuse me.” You start.

“Tell me what I did wrong!” He says raising his voice.

“Why do you care?” You say standing up to face him. “Just go back to your new girl you don’t need me!” You say matching the anger in his voice.

“That’s what this is about? The girl I brought home tonight?”

“Not just tonight! It’s every week! You’re not the same person you were before Jack!” By this point you’re shouting and flailing your arms out at him.

“Why do you care?” He says throwing your words back at you.

“Because I’m in love with you!” You snap loudly. “And I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.” You finish quietly and drop your head.

“You wha-?” Jack says trailing off.

“I’m in love with you and it fucking hurts to see you parading all these girls around.” You answer harshly.

“You’re in love with me?”

“Did you not hear me the first time?” You could feel your anger growing within you again. “Are you seriously not listening to me right now? I just told you I love you and all you can do is-“

Before you can finish your sentence Jack takes a step towards you and takes your face in his hands roughly. Without a second thought his lips are on yours in a kiss that makes you weak at the knees.

Your hands find your way to his hair, and you tug at it slightly as he deepens the kiss. Your heart was pounding and your body was on fire but you had never felt better than right now.

“Fucking finally.”

You both break apart to see Zach standing in the doorway with your dinner in his hands. “You guys are idiots.” He says before walking back downstairs while shaking his head.

You and Jack don’t say anything just smile at each other before he places a kiss to the side of your head and leads you downstairs for dinner.

Time To Go - J.M.

Summary: Jonah wants out, you want in. 

Requested by anon 

Background knowledge: You and Jonah have been together for like, 3 years but don’t live together. Don’t ask me why lol

You were sitting on your bed, watching random YouTube videos. As you clicked on the next video, you heard your phone ring.

“Hello, this is Janice from a Sell Ur Self Or Plz Ur Self, how may I help you?” You tried to hold your giggle, knowing that whoever it was, was already confused. 

“What the hell, babe? Really?” You heard Jonah groan in on the phone, along with a small chuckle. “Anyway, be ready in 5 minutes, we’re going out. Dress fancy!” He hug up, not giving you a chance to respond. 

You groaned, not really wanting to go out. You sat on your bed, thinking about all the close you had. You mentally prepared an outfit to go out, but sat on your bed ready to try and convince Jonah to stay in. 

Ten minutes passed and you hear the bell ring. You sigh, standing up and slowly walking towards the door. You slowly turned the knob, peering out the small slit in the door. 

“Hey.” You whispered, looking Jonah up and down, taking in his outfit. You felt your heart sink. He was all dressed in a suit, a tie around his neck and a bouquet of flowers in his hand. 

“Hey! Are you ready?” He asked excitedly, jumping on his feet. 

“Jonah…” You opened the door wider, showing him your outfit that consist of sweet pants and a spaghetti strap shirt. “I’m… I’m not in the mood to go out.” 

“But, why not. I mean, we rarely go out! And we finished early with the shoot today, it’s a perfect time to go out!” Jonah walked into your apartment. 

“I’m glad you have some time off, but I’m really not in the mood to go out, Jonah! I know we barely go out, with our crazy schedules and all, and it’s great that we both have time right now, but I just don’t feel like it today!” You were on the verge of tears, you just had one of the worst days today and arguing with Jonah wasn’t something you wanted to do. 

“Baby…” Jonah went to hug you, setting the flowers on the table next to him. You held your hands out to him, needing him to hold you. You ended up crying into his chest as he rocked back and forth on his heels. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry, I just really wanted to go out today. But how about I go buy us some snacks and you set up the living room so we can have a movie night? Sounds like a plan, yeah?”

“I would love too.” You pecked him on the cheeks, hugging him tighter than before. 

While Jonah went to the store, you moved the couches you had so they were together and made a make shift bed. You then brought out the softest and warmest blankets you had. 

You waited for a Jonah, sitting on the make shift bed and flipping through Netfilx. When you had decided to watch Teen Wolf on Amazon, Jonah walked through the door with two bags filled with junk food. 

“Babe?” You raised your eyebrows at the bags as he walked over to you, giving you a kiss.

“I know it’s a lot but whatever we don’t eat we can save for tomorrow.” He mumbled, not pulling away from you. 

“Aren’t you busy tomorrow?” You slightly pulled away from him to look at him confused. 

“Nope, not anymore.” He kissed you again, setting the bags on your side. 

“Well, you won’t hear me argue. I’m glad that tomorrow is the only day I have free.” You started to give him quick short kisses, smiling more and more with each one. 

“I could get used to this.” Jonah grabbed you, pulling you up from the couch. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands going around his neck. 

“Used to what?” You asked him, smiling softly as he set you down.

“Coming home to you, everyday. Sleeping in the same bed as you everyday, telling each other about our day. It seems like the perfect life.” He brushed his nose against yours, moving down to your neck. (oh sexy ;) lol plz don’t unfollow me) 

“Are you asking me to move in with you?” You giggled as he kissed your neck. “Because technically we already do, I mean you’re always here. It’s only when you’re on tour when you don’t sleep here, and you have most of your stuff here. Technically, we’re already married.” You giggled at your joke, feeling Jonah stiffen. 

“Did I sat something wrong?” You asked after a minute or so of him not responding. 

“Fuck it, I can’t wait.” You heard him mumble, talking a step away from you. You looked at him confused, but all he did was kneel down on one knee.

“Jonah?” You asked him, not wanting to think it was something it wasn’t. You saw him pull out a small, black velvet box. 

“Jonah!” You whined, ready to scold him for playing with your emotions if he was pranking you. It wasn’t until he opened the box to reveal a simple golden ring with a small diamond in the middle that you gasped, tears filling your eyes. 

“I was planning on doing this at dinner, tonight, but you didn’t want to go and I found out I had tomorrow off so I was hoping you’d want to go tomorrow bu- I can’t wait!” He held onto your hand, holding the box in the other.

“(Y/F/N), you are and always will be the love of my life. I never believed in soulmate and love at first sight, but the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that it was real. And not just because you are easily the most beautiful person I have and ever will see, but because when I looked into your eyes, I felt something special. I felt as if I was at peace yet my heart was racing a million miles an hour. What I feel for you can’t be described, it’s something you have to experience yourself to understand.” You could feel the tears running down your face as you stared into his eyes. 

“I wake up every morning thanking the universe for that day, for giving me the chance at true love. The love I feel for you is different then I have ever felt, or ever will feel, for anyone else. It’s the kind of love that make you believe in fairy tales and happy endings. The kind of love that you’d give anything for, even if it means you only have it for a while.” You wiped the tears away with your free hand but it was useless, more tears replacing them.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to grow old with you. I never thought that I would find the person that I want to spend the rest of my life with, but I knew I found them when I first saw you. (Y/N), please make me the happiest person on earth and marry me?” He looked up at you, tears in his eyes. 

“If you think or a second,” You paused, staring into his eyes. He looked worried and confused.” That I would say no then you better leave right now because you don’t know me at all.”

“Of course I’ll marry you!” You almost yelled as you threw yourself into his arms. He started to spin you around as you laughed. 

When he stopped, he pulled the ring out of the box, slipping it onto your ring finger. “It’s beautiful.” You whispered.

“You’re beautiful.” He kissed you, pulling away as he groaned. “Oh god.” 

“What?” You looked at him confused as he tugged on his hair.

“The boys are gonna kill me.” He sang in a joking tone. “They were going to be at the restaurant tomorrow, they wanted to record it and everything an- oh my, what am I going to do?” 

“Nothing, because they won’t touch you. Not my fiance.” You smiled, kissing him on the lips. “I like the song of that, fiance.” 

“I love you.” Jonah kissed you, slowly spinning you around.

“I love you, too.” 


lol i’m evil >:D 

Or I try to be lol 

I wanted to make it seem like y’all were breaking up, but it’s just some fluff (or it’s suppose to be lol) 

ANYWAY, that happened. 

BYE NOW

Vlog||Why don't we||Preference 3♡

Summary: A part in one of your Vlogs that was a cute moment in your relationship♡

Word count:2276

Warnings:None


Daniel Seavey- “Goodmorning loves!” You smiled into your vlog camera. You started your vlogs the same way everyday, right when you woke up with probably some horrible bed head happening, but you didn’t mind and your fans loved it.

“So as you saw in my last vlog I stayed the night at my boyfriend Daniels house, and if you didn’t know that, it means your new here, so welcome!” You said with a grin on your face, waving your hand to the camera. You had been vlogging for over 230 days now and it had come your knew favourite thing. You had met logan while you were walking and vlogging on the streets of LA. He got excited and quickly made friends with a fellow vlogger. You were well on your way to one million when you met him 6 months ago and quickly after you met him you met Danny and the boys. You had now been dating Daniel for 5 months and you were well on your way to 3 million.

“When I woke up Danny wasn’t here so Im guessing he’s either downstairs or with the boys but its only 9 so I can’t see the others being up this early” You told them before getting out of bed. You got up and looked up in the mirror and smiled at yourself, you were wearing one of Daniels band-tees and it went to your knees, you just felt so right falling asleep and being next to him all night, it woke you up feeling like a queen.

You grabbed your camera and walked downstairs, making sure it was recording as you heard Daniels beautiful voice coming from the living room.

“Good morning baby” you smiled once his finished singing.

“Good morning princess” he smiled, waving his hand over and moving his guitar so you could take a seat on his lap. His arms went around your waist causing a huge smile to break out on your face for all your subscribers to see.

“So what are we doing today Danny boy” You smiled bringing the camera close to both of your faces before quickly moving it back.

“Well, I was about to come and wake you up so we could go get some food at the grove, but when I was thinking about this I then realized you were gonna wanna do some shopping as we were at the grove so we will be doing that as well and then Im sure the trip will end with us getting kicked out of somewhere because your recording and then you’ll be tired so we will come home and chill with the boys until its late at night then your tell me your worried about vlog content so you’ll make me get up and go somewhere at 9 pm” He explained causing you to roll your eyes playfully.

“You know me so well its ridiculous” you smiled at him, his eyes locking with yours. You brought your lips to his and both of you started kissing but not before handing moved his hand and covered the camera.

“Gotta keep this PG babe”

Jack Avery-“Hey guys! Its Jack here. So Im sure you are all disappointed to see me and not my beautiful y/n, but I just feel like you guys should see this” He said, huge goofy grin plastered on his face as he flipped the camera around and moving a little so they could fully see you. You were in sweats with a messy bun standing in your kitchen cooking the two of you dinner, as you were cooking you were singing and dancing to one of the boys songs, nobody gotta know.

After a few seconds Jack moved the camera back to him, the smile never leaving his face.

“Isn’t she perfect? I’m gonna make her my wife one day” he said to the camera but his eyes not leaving you. He walked into the kitchen, placing the camera on the island before coming up behind you and spinning you around before swaying you back and fourth while you sung.

“Jack what are you doing?” You giggled.

“Practicing for our wedding” He winked causing a huge laugh to come out of your mouth as you through your head back. Even after two years he made you feel like you were falling in love with him all over again.

Jonah Marais- “So we are now in the car and Jonah won’t tell me where we are going” You frowned, moving the camera more so you could get a clear shot of Jonah as he drove. Your hands intertwined as he drove he was singing along to whatever was on the radio, you secretly recorded him singing, having a huge smile on your face the whole time.

“I will give you a kiss if you tell me where we are going. I hate surprises” You told him, still recording the two of you.

“Okay” he smiled, taking his eyes off the road just for a second to look at you.

“Really?” You asked, happily.

“Nope, now sing along to the radio with me and be patient” He told you causing you to roll your eyes. You recorded a little bit of the two of you singing your hearts out.

Soon Jonah pulled into the parking lot for Pinkberry and you started recording again.

“You took me to Pinkberry?” you asked, smiling and looking over at him.

“You’ve been talking about it for the past 3 days so I thought I’d take my girl out” He said, you were assuming he had forgot you were recording because he was still a little camera shy when it came to you vlogging so he normally wouldn’t have said something so bold. You set the camera on the dashboard of the car, still holding his hand. You brought your lips to his before giving him a short yet loving kiss.

“I love you so much” you said to him, causing a huge smile to break out onto his face.

“Okay guys, so tonight is just gonna be a quiet night for me and Jo-nah, so I’m gonna end the vlog now! I love you all so much Ill see ya tomorrow bright and early. Goodbye loves!” You smiled before bringing your hand to the camera lens and then stopping the recording.

“You don’t wanna record Pinkberry baby?” He asked, giving you a confused look.

“No, I just want it to be us tonight. I feel like Im always vlogging us lately and I just want a nice, loving night with my boy” You smiled before letting go of his hand and opening the door to the car, getting out while he just sat there and smiled at you.

“God I love this girl” He whispered before getting you out of the car and running after you in the store.

Corbyn Besson- You sat next to Corbyn on your bed, the camera set up you were ready to start.

“Are you sure about this? I don’t want to rush you” You said, looking down. You two had been dating for 3 months and it bad been a secret. It was extremely hard for both of you to keep it from Fans and when he slept over he’d have to make sure you didn’t get him in vlog shots and when he brought up the idea of finally telling everyone you two had a long talk about it. When you first started talking you had decided not to make it public until it was official and then once it became official you two had decided to hold off until you knew it was real. But now it was beyond real, for both of you.

“Im ready baby, I want the whole world to know” He smiled causing your heart to flutter. You got up and turned on the camera before sitting back down.

“Hello guys! So today isn’t a normal Vlog, as you can tell this is kinda serous and its been a long time since i’ve just sat down and talked to you” You paused and looked down to see Corbyn grabbing your hand and intertwining them, it wasn’t in the shot of camera, which made you smile, it wasn’t for the views or the fans, it was for you.

“So, this is Corbyn. Some of you know him from the beyond amazing band called Why don’t we, some of you know him from way before when he was posting videos on youtube, or maybe you don’t know him at all. But Corbyn isn’t just Corbyn to me” You stopped mid sentence , trying to form your next few words.

“Corbyn is my boyfriend, we have been dating for just over 3 months now. When we first started talking we were just being friendly, we started talking more and more before it became daily. Before we knew it we were hanging out more than once a week and talking on the phone every night and then little bean over here asked me on a date” You said, throwing your arm over his shoulder as both of you smiled into the camera.

“At first we weren’t sure how or where this ‘thing’  was going, he had just gotten out of a relationship about 3 months before we had met and as you all know I was still somewhat struggling over the events that happened with my ex Cameron. So it was a little hard and we just weren’t 100% on where it was all going. So we kept it out of the public. We kept going on dates and i started hanging out with him and the rest of the boys and we all clicked really well and I guess that was like when we started getting serous” You continued.

“It was really important that she got along with the guys, we spend so much time together and I feel like they had to like her as well. But they all loved her and now she’s like a sister to them” Corbyn added, talking for the first time.

“Then Corbs finally asked me out On April 17th and we have been together ever since. We were going to announce it that day, but apart of us weren’t completely ready so we waited, to make sure it was going to work out” You told them, arms around Corbyn kissing his cheek.

“But we decided that it was time to tell you guys. This is real and for sure, I think Im falling for her everyday more and more and I can’t believe that I never met her soon” He added, you turned your face to his, eyes locking with yours as a huge goofy smile spread across your face.

Zach Herron-“Hey party people!” You smiled into the camera for the second time today causing Zach to laugh from his spot next to you on the couch.

“So as I’m sure most of you know Zach just got back from his tour with the rest of the Why don’t we boys, their band is amazing and I’m so super proud of all of them. But as we haven’t seen each other in a few months the next few days are gonna be pretty chill for the two of us” you smiled as Zach kissed you on the cheek before standing up.

“Where are you going?!” You over dramatically yelled causing the beautiful laugh to fall off his lips as you frowned.

“To get you food” he yells back from the kitchen.

“You see guys, this is why I love him. I don’t even have to tell him I’m hungry anymore” you laughed moving the vlog camera a little closer to your face.

“So I think me and Zach are gonna binge watch either Netflix or YouTube, I’m not sure yet. By the way I’m running low on good shows that have more than one season, ya girl has binge watching to do and not enough shows for it so if you could comment some good shows either on Netflix or hulu that would be amazing also #notsponsed but if Netflix feels the want or need to sponsor me than please feel free!” You said into your camera before Zach came back, this time sitting on your lap. He placed his head in your neck while your arms wrapped around his waist.

“Ya know I think normally I’m supposed to be on your lap but since we are both extremely cuddly today I’m not gonna do anything about it” you said causing him to laugh into your neck.

“It’s currently like 11 pm and neither of us have had dinner yet and Zach was unsuccessful at finding me food so I’m gonna go before I get grumpy! I hope you enjoyed today’s vlog, don’t forget to like and subscribe as I make new videos every single day! I hope you enjoy Zach because he probably will be in the next few” you chucked as Zach looked into the camera with you.

“Bye!!!” You smile before being the camera close to both of you and then hit the end record button.

shiparmada  asked:

Potential Prompt: "I didn't mean to kiss you"

“I didn’t mean to kiss you,” Baze stammers, stuttering over his words the same way that he sometimes stumbles over his own feet in the courtyard because he is too busy watching Chirrut. The way that Chirrut walks. The way that Chirrut stands. The way that Chirrut twirls his staff effortlessly, laughing, head thrown back and smile bright, hands just moving as though they do not belong to the rest of his body at all, as though everything works independently of each other, flawlessly.

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anonymous asked:

Hey friend!! I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH AND YOURE SO TALENTED OM MY GOSH. Could you do one with Josh or Tyler where the reader and Tyler/Josh fight and don't talk for a long time (days) and then one of them breaks down. So like angst but then fluffy?!! HOPE YOU SMILED TODAY :))

TYLER JOSEPH IMAGINE

“Hey,” you say into your phone, “I’m just walking home from work right now.  I haven’t heard from you in a couple days and I guess I just realized that I couldn’t remember what city you were in tonight.  Newark?  Maybe Toronto, I don’t know— wherever you are… it’s far.  And I just wanted to say I miss you.” You take a deep gulp before continuing, “Anyway, hope the tour’s good, call me if you get a chance.  Love you.”

With heavy fingers, you hang up the phone before returning it to your back pocket.  You were hoping to catch Tyler before he and Josh went on stage tonight, but he was obviously occupied with other things.  What those other things were, you had no idea.  Tyler had been increasingly distant since his new tour started two weeks ago.  Other than a couple of phone calls and a few returned texts, you’d barely heard from him.  

In your head, you liked to think that you and Tyler were solid.  You’d been together for seven years now.  You survived the years and years of him and Josh just trying to make it through.  You survived the endless nights of gigs in the same venues where the same handful of people would show up.  Then, you survived the sudden spike in popularity of his band, and the chaos and madness that came with it.  You survived the months and months of him being on the road, sometimes time zones away.  And yet, every single time he left, you still got this dreadful feeling in the pit of your stomach that scared the hell out of you.   Because the more times Tyler left, the more you were able to realize that this gig wasn’t short term.  He was in this band for the long haul and life as you knew it when you first met and fell in love with Tyler, had changed.

You held on to the concept that after this tour, Tyler and Josh would have a little break.  At least six months was what Tyler had anticipated before they went on the road again.  That would give you and him time… much needed time… to rekindle your relationship and make your image of your solid relationship a reality again.  

The concept of a long-distance relationship weighed heavy on your shoulders the rest of the way home.  You tried distracting yourself, thinking about what you were going to make for dinner instead, but it was no use.  Your problems with Tyler pushed their way to the forefront of your brain with force and power, clouding your mind.  

In fact, you were so distracted with your thoughts that you barely even heard the music coming from inside your supposed-to-be-empty-apartment.  

You stop dead in your tracks, your mind wheeling back to reality as you’re faced with the situation at hand.  You hesitated slightly, your heart beating loudly in your chest before opening the door slightly.  You recognized the sound as Tyler’s record player.  

As you stepped inside, you immediately smelled something delicious.

“Crap!” you heard someone say.

You jumped at the sound of his voice, but turns towards the kitchen to see a surprised looking Tyler wearing mismatched oven mitts and holding a casserole dish in his hands.

“I thought you were getting out at 6…” he says.

You sincerely hope he puts down that casserole dish because you can’t help but fling yourself in his direction, dropping your bag and jacket in a heap on the floor with tears already welling up in your eyes.  

(Tyler does in fact set the dish down) before you crash your body into his.  You wrap your arms around his neck and let him spin you in a circle before setting you back down.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be home for a week,” you say, smiling widely.  

“We had the night off,” he explains.  

You press your lips to his desperately, trying to make up for the last couple of weeks without him around.  When you finally pull away, there’s a smile plastered over his goofy-looking face.

“I attempted dinner,” he says.  

It’s spaghetti and sauce, which was about the only thing Tyler truly knew how to cook.  You weren’t complaining though.  The mere image of seeing Tyler sitting across the table from you was enough to make you want to eat spaghetti for the rest of the week.  

“So how’s the tour?” you ask, twirling another bundle of noodles together on your fork.

“It’s good,” he says in between bites.  “The venues are insane, I couldn’t believe the size of some of these places, but most are selling out, so it’s all good,” he chuckles.  

You nod as you chew.

“We started recording the new album,” he says.

His words are quite and muffled even more so by the pasta swirling around his mouth.  But it’s loud enough to catch your attention and make you look up from your plate.  He’s refusing to meet your gaze as he focuses on the meal in front of him, but you continue to stare.

“You what?” you ask, keeping your tone as smooth as possible, trying not to let the surprise be evident in your voice.

“Yeah, well I mean just a few songs here and there, but we think it’ll be done soon.”

You shake your head suddenly, putting down your fork and looking Tyler dead on.

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand… so you’re going to finish the album up now, then what? Let it sit for a bit?”

“No…” Tyler says, looking equally confused, “We’re going to finish up the album, release it, then tour it… You know the drill.”

“What about the break?” you say, your voice getting more and more heated.  

Tyler sighs heavily before putting his own silverware down.  “Y/N…”

“No-“ you say, emotion starting to flood into your words, “Don’t ‘Y/N’ me… You said that after this tour there’d be a break.  I mean, did you not?”

Tyler sighs, like this entire conversation was becoming a burden.  

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you…”

“I want you to tell me why you said you were taking a break after this tour if you had no intention of doing so.”

Tyler pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly growing irritated as well.

“I never said for sure that there’d be a break, so I don’t know why you’re acting all defensive about this.”

“You did, actually… you said that we just had to make it through this stretch and then you’d be home for a break. Six months with no tour or recording or interviews.  Just a break.”

You could feel yourself becoming riled up.  Of course Tyler knew what he said, but he’d be damned it he ever admitted to being wrong.

“So, what I’m trying to understand is why you would say that if you didn’t mean it—“

“Just because you’re allowed to sit at home constantly doing absolutely nothing doesn’t mean I can!” Tyler snaps, finally looking up.  “Someone’s gotta pay the bills and actually work.  Because this is my job, you know?  I can’t just take six months off whenever I feel like it.”

You look at him with venom in your eyes, but hurt in your heart.  Tyler’s words cut through you like glass, shards of it breaking off and cutting deep.  

“I’ve always dreamed of being successful in this band, and now that that’s actually happening, you can’t stand it.”

“That’s not true—“ you try to interject.  Your voice catches in your throat as you feel tears welling up in your eyes.  

“It is true!” Tyler takes a deep breathe, collecting himself before continuing in a softer tone, “You liked me when I was at the bottom because it made you feel less shitty about yourself. Because then we were both losers.”

His words hang heavy in the air and you hold your breath, refusing to swallow them down.  You thought that if they just lingered then maybe the reality of their context wouldn’t hit you fully.  

But your emotions caught up and you couldn’t hold back the tear that fell silently down your cheek.  

You look at Tyler, sitting across from you.  He looked the same.  Short hair, swallowed eyes, flushed skin.  But he was so different from the person you met eight years ago.  

People change.  That was not a new concept for you.  And they say that people who are in love change together, growing closer and working as a team.  But as you stare across the table at Tyler, his hand pulled into a tight fist, resting on the table, you realized that the two of you had not changed together.  Instead, you’d grown apart.  

You swallowed the lump in your throat and bundled up the napkin that had been resting on your lap before standing up.  His words still stung as you opened your mouth to speak.  Anger, resentment, frustration… all flooded through you.  But hurt was the most prominent emotion… the one that made it’s appearance in your words.

“Good luck on the new album,” is all you can manage to say before your throat caught on the lump you’d tried swallowing earlier.  You collected your purse from the chair near the door before twisting the knob and hurrying out without looking back.  

You made your way down the street, half expecting Tyler to race after you.  But you got further and further from home, and heard no protests or calls of your name, so you continued dreadfully all the way to your friends house across town.

They were warm to welcome you inside, and assured you that you could stay as long as needed.

“He should be gone by morning,” you told them, smiling appreciatively.  “Thanks.”

No texts.  No calls.  

No note when you returned home the next morning.  

Nothing.  

He was gone, the apartment looking exactly how you left it, and the gaping hole inside you seemed to grow just a bit bigger.

The days to follow were excruciatingly painful.  Tyler didn’t reach out to you, and you didn’t reach out to him.  Part of you wanted to believe that this was just some horrible fight you two were having, but the logical part of your brain made you wrestle with the fact that this could be the end of your seven-year-relationship.  The final chapter, written specifically with pain and anguish in mind.  

You wanted to call, just to talk and to find out where you both stood in all of this.  The break was your one plan to restore the fire that once burned between the two of you, but now that that was gone out the window, you had no idea where to look for hope.

You always thought of Tyler as being the love of your life.  But maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.  

You didn’t call.  Part of you was still so angry about the words he said.  You were afraid you’d burst into angry, embarrassing tears the minute he picked up the phone.  So you just stayed clear.  You let the silence speak for itself.

The silence did nothing to help the gaping hole inside your chest.

It made it hard to sleep.  On day three, you laid in bed, your arms wrapped around your frame in an attempt to hold yourself together.  But your mind raced for hours about what was going to happen.  Exhaustion finally took over, crashing over you and sweeping you into an uneasy sleep.

You were woken up abruptly in the middle of the night, your clock reading 3:56 a.m., by a loud noise.  You would have thought it was in your dream had it not been for the continuing footsteps that followed the noise.

You sat up in bed, your heart racing at the immediate thought of an intruder in your apartment.  You slipped off from your bed and grabbed the baseball bat Tyler kept hidden under the bed, ready to clock whoever the robber was when the door creaked open.  

You almost screamed as the moonlight coming in from your open shade illuminated Tyler’s sunken face.

“Jesus Christ!” you gasped, dropping the bat and clutching your chest.

“Sorry!” he says quickly, holding his hands up in defense.  “I didn’t mean to scare you…”

“What the hell are you doing here, it’s 4 a.m!  I could have bludgeoned you to death!” you say in your loud-whisper voice.

“I came straight from a show—“ he explains.  “I’m sorry it’s so late, but I had to see you—“ you’re half sure you hear his voice crack.  “It’s like I couldn’t function these last few days.  I left so mad, but once I got out there and started playing, I couldn’t thinking about anything but you.”

You shift your weight from one foot to the other, letting Tyler continue.

“I just kept thinking what if the next time I come home…” this time his voice definitely does crack, “what if— what if the next time I come home, she’s not there?” you hear him break and your chest heaves from the sound of it.  

“I couldn’t stand thinking about coming home and you not being here— I couldn’t stand it, I had to come home.  I had to see you,”  you see his silhouette shaking violently in the doorframe,  tears evident in his voice and you want to run over to him, wrap your arms around him and hold him tight.  But you hesitate.  You’re unsure and afraid and nothing makes sense in your mind right now.

“I said awful things,” he continues, sniffling hard, “Awful things that make me deserve to be alone.  But I didn’t mean any of them.  Not a single one.  I was tired and upset about the fact that our break got postponed again and I knew you’d be mad about it, but there’s nothing I can do— I got locked in without realizing and I just don’t know what to do.”  He pauses, watching your face, and trying to gage a reaction.  “Just tell me.  Tell me what you want from me.  Do you want me to quit?” he asks, his eyes glistening with tears.  “Because I will.  I just, I don’t know how we got here— I don’t know what happened.  We were strong and we talked and now… I just don’t know what happened.  

And I have no idea what to do.  All I know is I want to stay here, right here— with you.  I have the tour and the music but you, you’re all that matters to me.  The other stuff is nothing.  It’s nothing without you.  But I don’t know what to do.  I’m trying to figure it out, but I don’t know— and I just… I need you to tell me what to do, because I don’t know.  I have no fucking idea, I just need you to tell me,” Tyler’s voice is frantic and desperate.  There’s tears running fluidly down his cheeks as he pleads in front of you.  

You can’t help it anymore as your heart breaks in front of him.  You rush over, taking long strides before opening your arms and crashing into him.  He’s still shaking violently, whispering the same phrase over and over, “Please… I need you to tell me, just tell me what to do—“

“Shh,” you whisper, rubbing his back.  

He finally hugs back, wrapping his own arms around you and burying his face in your hair.  You can feel him heaving as he sobbed into your shoulder and you held on tight.  

You’re not sure how long you stay like that, wrapped up in each other, both scared about the future and what it might bring.  It was long enough to make the back of your heels burn from standing there.  It was long enough for your light gray shirt to be stained dark from Tyler’s tears.  It was long enough for his familiar scent to wrap you up and make you feel at home again.  

When you finally untangle, you’re quick to grab back on to Tyler’s hand, desperate to keep touching him for as long as you could.  You led him over to the bed where you both climbed in silently.  As you curled into his side and rested your head on his chest you sighed deeply, feeling exhausted equally mentally as you did physically.  

But Tyler felt like home.  His embrace, his smell, the sound of his voice.  It was all things that made you feel loved and valued and important.  And you knew you’d both changed.  You knew you’d both grown slightly apart.  But this was not how your story was going to end.  This was not the final chapter in your book, because Tyler was still Tyler and you were still you and your love still had some spark left in it.

“We’re gonna make it,” you whisper into the dark room, clutching to the fabric of his cotton shirt.

Tyler squeezes you gently before kissing the top of your head.  “We’re gonna make it,” he repeats.  

The promise was sincere and bursting with love.  It caught the spark.  Your love would continue burning.  

It Feels Perfect

Sequel to “It Feels Right” (read the first one hehe, u don’t have to but I would) first one is in the tag “it feels”

Genre: tiny smut scene in the beginning, angst, fluff, happy ending

Word count: 1.6k+

Tags/Warnings: a lot of angst, talk of breaking a bond, domestic talk, cum inside, so much NEW STUFF AND LIFE AND FAMILY, I like this a lot, phil and dan worry too much, it’s got smut but v vanilla, Dan’s parents are here hehe.

| IT FEELS PERFECT |

(Dan’s POV)

If you had told me a month ago that I’d have dick up my ass fifteen minutes before I’m supposed to walk for graduation, against a whiteboard in an English classroom, I would have told you that I believed you.

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anonymous asked:

Can I get your opinion on something? After seeing Momtaku's latest poll, I question why it is that people sympathize with Annie way more than with the other two? I notice that a lot of people blame Reiner/Bertolt for the breach but they don't want to remember Annie killing the Levi squad, toying with the soldiers or playing YoYo with them. It's so bias and hypocritical. I understand that she didn't have much to do with the fall of Shiganshina but she was just as involved in their mission as RB.

“Reiner pulled off a last minute victory, edging our Annie by less than 1%.” - Which warrior do you feel the most sympathetic towards? [Source] - @momtaku

Actually, from the final results of the poll, people share equally sympathy for Reiner and Annie. I have to say it’s pretty bizarre since Annie wasn’t shown for a while, aside in Reiner’s flashbacks where she stayed her usual-self. It’s been since chapter 34 we haven’t got any news from her yet she’s on par with Reiner. In the meantime, Reiner shows himself to be a soft but strict paternal figure who has been traumatized by Shiganshina: grazing death three times and losing Bertolt. Cue people to hold sympathy for him.

Though the next graph probably explains why people hold so much sympathy for Annie:

Which of the warriors would you most like to see switch sides? [Source]

She’s practically holding half the votes, here and is seconded by Reiner. Most of them expect her to side with the SL despite her resolve, because she’s held crystallized on Paradis island. Like I said in another ask, as long as she can serve the protagonists’ best interest, she’s going to earn all their sympathy.

Another theory is people are finding Annie and Reiner more sympathetic than Bertolt or Zeke because they tortured themselves mentally and blatantly over killing their former companions, whereas Bertolt was more threatening in chapter 78, despite the intentions of the warriors being the same. Every warrior hated what they had to do to the people they had to live with for three years, but I feel like Annie gets a special treatment because either she’s a female character and female characters being ~truly bad~ (as in, lacking agency and being rounded by her male teammates without having a say-in) is something inconceivable, or she hated her teammates with every essence of her being to the point it would be better for her to desert the Marley warriors and I debunked this assertion in a previous ask

But it’s as you said: Annie actively worked against the Eldians on Paradis: killing SL members during the expedition, killing Sawney and Bean, tracking members of the wall cult to learn more about Krista… her joining the MP instead of the SL is probably to arouse less suspicion and because she’s overall more effective in carrying plans on her own instead of working in groups. Like I said, it almost worked if she wasn’t drawn to exhaustion and tailed by Levi and Mikasa. Eren was in her hands, meaning the mission was over as soon as she could escape with him, her letting him slip explains this reaction:

Annie crying - Ch. 30

Also, I disagree with you about Annie not contributing to Shiganshina’s fall. While she probably wasn’t conceived at the time as a full-fledged titan, she’s probably the one who gathered the titans around, as suspected by Armin:

Armin explaining how the titans have been led inside Wall Maria - Ch. 23

Her titan is fast enough so other titans can follow her without her getting caught. that’s an effective strategy to lure most titans from the south near Wall Rose, making Eldians feel even more trapped than before. Alternatively, that would explain why most titans were concentrated in the area before getting guillotined. That tactic worked perfectly to exterminate the left flank of the expedition and Erwin used the same to lure titans against Reiner and Bertolt.

Besides, she hadn’t any more opportunities than this one, so it’s safe to assume she was with Reiner, Bertolt and Marcel at the same time.


What do you think about that panel where annie was spinning a soldier like yoyo? I have a hard time finding an explanation for that action. It really contradicts whatever Isayama showed us of annie outside her titan form. During her last fight with eren, when she accidently killed innocent civilians she was shown to be visibly shaken. One day, she treated that soldier like a toy and the next day she’s showing remorse for killing people. I just don’t understand that panel.

Focusing on your last sentence, I’ll develop Annie’s state of mind during the expedition:

Once you’re on a mission where you have to take the lives of people without further consideration, you have no choice but to put some blinders over their status as human and your own. If I recall correctly, soldiers also treat war as if it was a big game in order to feel less bad. It also helped the ones Annie squashed weren’t close to her, when it was someone she spent three years with, the decision was a bit harder to take. 

Each warrior had their own blinders: for Reiner, it was accomplishing the task, no matter what, for Bertolt, it was a complete disconnection with the outside world, for Zeke, it was a baseball game. Some of the SL soldiers also began their dissociation state recently:

Jean trying to set aside his feelings - Ch. 77

Jean obviously has trouble offing someone else’s life, both here and in the Uprising arc where Armin had to shoot that MP woman. And even after Reiner’s supposed death, he still stopped Hange from killing him for good, implying he’s not exactly ready to cast his humanity aside.

Besides, when Annie was shocked to see wall cultists crushed under her body, it was a complete different situation than the one in the forest. She was tossed in the city by Eren and her landing on a group of people was a complete accident. It’s natural she was shocked.

Hope that answers your question!  


EDIT: Adding @momtaku’s input:

Annie was ahead by a significant amount in the sympathy poll for the entire week. Reiner only pulled ahead on the last day. It was amazing to me since, like you said, she hasn’t been in the story in years and Reiner had just gotten a  series of heart breaking panels. I enjoyed your assessment of this. I think you are right that it’s more the potential of Annie, than Annie’s actual behavior that has caused this. That plus being female.

Don't Make It Weird pt. 7

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Eren thinks to himself as he stares at the bottle. His heart thumped heavily in his chest, skipping a beat or two when Levi stares back just as shocked.

The tension and silence continues to build and Eren finally breaks his eyes away from Levi’s gaze and down to Mikasa’s. She looks at him expectantly but also just as shocked and confused as Eren. There’s a look on her face that said, “don’t do what I think you’re going to” and despite as much as he wanted to, Eren’s first kiss with Levi wasn’t going to be because of a cliche game of spin the bottle.

Yes, Eren did plan on kissing Levi. At least once. Maybe right after he graduated high school and is about to move away to college so Levi wouldn’t see him again and end up forgetting about Eren’s existence.

Armin is the first to move, leaning forward and giving it a gentle and “accidental” flick when “trying” to reach for the chips. The bottle moves an inch to the left and is now pointing at Mikasa. He’s somewhat okay with that and his friends out simultaneously let out sighs of relief.

Eren moves forward with a little smile and presses a kiss to Mikasa’s cheek like he had done plenty of times before. It wasn’t the first time they shared some kind of affection like that before. And all strictly platonic. Eren was way too gay for it to be anything more. They’ve had conversations about it.

Without another look, Levi goes back inside and Eren hated himself even more for the disappointed feeling that spreads throughout his chest. They continued a little longer before moving to play truth or dare, which, honestly, Eren fucking hated that game. But they played anyway, yet, it didn’t last because Sasha and Connie ran back to the pool for a splashing contest.

He loved his friends and the fact that they were fucking everywhere when it came to plans and activities and while he did want to join them in the pool, Eren had other thoughts that were occupying his mind. He couldn’t help but think about what it would have been like to actually get a kiss from Levi during spin the bottle. What everyone’s reactions would have been. What Levi would have done if Eren had made the first move on him. Surely, both Mikasa and Levi would have disgusted reactions and he wouldn’t be allowed back to the house, but would it have been worth it?

“Why do you look like you’re constipated?”

Eren looked up, rolling his eyes at Jean’s slightly concerned but mostly amused face. “Fuck off.”

“Jesus,” he snorted but sat next to Eren anyway. “I was merely asking why you look like you need to take a shit.”

Eren grumbled to himself as he pulled his knees tighter to his chest and rested his chin there. The silence between them was comfortable and Eren was more than grateful for it. He knew that Jean wanted to pry and to ask questions until Eren gave up but he didn’t. Not this time.

“You know, it’s kinda obvious how fucking in love you are with Mikasa’s dad.”

Eren whipped his head to stare incredulously at the boy next to him. “Huh? What? No I’m not.”

Jean laughed, raising his eyebrow. “You’re a bad liar.”

With a groan, Eren fell back and covered his face with his hands. “I didn’t fucking mean to make it obvious. What the fuck else are you supposed to do when you spin a bottle and it lands on your fucking crush?

“Kiss them.” Eren replied with a harsh punch to Jean’s shoulder. “Why don’t you just tell the guy? It’s probably just as awkward for him as it is for you.”

“You know, I like hanging out with Mikasa and being here. I don’t exactly feel like ruining that,” Eren deadpanned. “And if he’s noticed, he hadn’t really said anything or done anything so… maybe he hadn’t. Fingers crossed.”

Jean didn’t say anything, instead looking over him for a moment. “Do you actually ever plan on saying anything?” he asked and Eren flicked his eyes to meet Jean’s.

With a shrug, Eren replied, “maybe when it isn’t illegal for us to be together.”

“Is he even gay?”

Eren let out a frustrated groan and sat up, throwing his hands up in the air. “I don’t know, Jean. Why are you asking me so many questions? God. You’re so nosy.” He stuck out his bottom lip in a slight pout and turned away from Jean as he chuckled, patting Eren’s shoulder.

“We just worry about you. Maybe you should try finding someone your age.”

He snorted. “Yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” he grumbled but Jean didn’t say anything. He just shrugged, a little grin on his face before he stood up and walked back over to the pool. Eren was surprised when he did, however, look over his shoulder and give Eren a small wink before jumping in.

Standing up, Eren brushed himself off and made his way inside, shutting the door with a sigh. He wasn’t really sure what he was doing in the house, just knew that he needed somewhere to be alone for a few moments. Deciding on the bathroom, Eren rounded the corner to the hallway but stopped at the sound of Levi’s voice coming from his office.
“I’d love to.” Eren was frozen. “Yeah, I like seafood. Seafood sounds great—no, we don’t have to worry about Mikasa. I can send her across the street with Eren if I need to.” His heart did a stupid flip at the sound of his name on Levi’s tongue and he found himself listening even more despite knowing he shouldn’t. “Saturday works, yeah,” Eren could practically hear the small smile in his voice. “Okay, cool, then I’ll see you then. Bye, Erwin.”

When Levi hung up, Eren took that as his cue to rush to the bathroom before Levi could see him or say anything. His heart sunk to the bottom of his stomach, an ache filling his chest instead. He knew it was stupid to be upset and jealous that Levi —from the sounds of it— was going on a date, but Eren couldn’t help it.

Sliding down the door, Eren sat on the ground as he chewed on his nails for what seemed to be forever.

Maybe Jean was right. Maybe he should look for someone his age.


Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 8

Sinnerman: A not so Mini meta post anymore...

Due to my time restrictions but my desire to write this I decided that a quick meta post was in order before the weekend and certainly before 3x02. Yet be warned that this might turn a bit longer that I expect to myself… 

We have several clues on who Sinnerman might be and the good thing is that we can think outside the box with Lucifer the show. This is not Supernatural and so we have a mythos to rely on which comes from 150(!) comic-book/graphic novels! 


So let’s begin with the clues from the interviews: 

What makes the Sinnerman a different kind of antagonist than ones we’ve seen before?

Modrovich: He’s a badass. But what you also find is that he does have a hidden history with some characters in our show that come out and Lucifer has to face off against.

Henderson: We look at him like a bizarre reflection of Lucifer. We learn in an upcoming episode that he also gives out favors, but his are a little bit more nefarious. When this guy gives out favors, you’re really dreading the payment that you’ll have to give. So it’s sort of the Devil facing a dark reflection of himself.

What can you say about the Sinnerman’s intentions in kidnapping Lucifer?

Henderson: The Sinnerman’s the kind of person who knows that putting angel wings on the Devil will only drive him deeper in the other direction. So Lucifer, whether he likes it or not, is being manipulated.

Modrovich: And that Sinnerman has a motivation in taking Lucifer into the desert that’s other than the wings. He has this specific motivation that we will reveal to you throughout the entire season. He has a personal reason.

“Our friend Lieutenant Pierce suggests to Lucifer that he knows about the Sinnerman and they start to collaborate together in this tangled web that we weave in Season 3,” Ellis reveals to TV Guide.

HENDERSON: Yeah, and at the end of the first episode, we get this first clue as to who this person might be, and realizing it might be a darker force than he’s encountered previously.


To Summarise the above Sinnerman: 

1) Has hidden history with some characters in our show - Meaning more than one. Pierce for sure but also Lucifer apparently. 

2) We look at him like a bizarre (dark) reflection of Lucifer - Is that even possible to be darker than Lucifer himself I will say yes because I have a few theories on that but you will have to scroll further down for them. 

3) He gives out nefarious favours with high stake payments - This alone gives us a hint on what or who we are looking for. 

4) Sinnerman knew how to give Lucifer his wings and that it would cause Lucifer to act in a certain way - Meaning not only he has the knowledge of how to handle and manipulate divinity but also knows Lucifer… Really knows Lucifer…

5) Sinnerman gave Lucifer his wings for a certain reason which Henderson might have revealed above. He has a personal reason to do that… - This info again limits the suspects quite a lot but never ever forget that this is not a show based on the angels we know but its foundations are in a mythos woven by Sandman and Lucifer the comics… 

6) Finally, Marcus Pierce will have to admit that he knows about Sinnerman which will lead to a weird partnership with different agendas between Lucifer and Marcus. 

7) It is given by Henderson as a darker force Lucifer has ever faced before…


What we know from the show and most importantly 3x01: 

(At this point of the post I realised it was never meant to be a small one *sigh*)

He was just a routine gig.I was gonna swap him for you, 
but when I went to pull you out of the van, you you had friggin' wings, man!

What we know from the kidnapper is that he just had to get him out of the van not that he actually kidnapped him! So that means that we may have a three-act play. 

Lucifer when he is contemplating how he was kidnapped he says “…-how were they able to render me unconscious? Either they used some kind of celestial weapon, or the detective was nearby.”

He never thinks that there might have been a celestial being but we saw the weapon they used so we should at this point leave out Chloe’s presence near the hospital out of the picture and focus on that the kidnapper might have indeed used something of celestial origin… As we know from the piece celestial toys were left on earth along with a Summerian (Assyrian really…) manual… 

The second is how did he get his wings? Well, here we have again Lucifer’s reasoning to play with although I don’t agree with that much it gives me again hint: “Did my Father give you some kind of totem? A talisman? - What?”

At this point, the writers through Lucifer give us another good hint and it is closely connected to the next quote but seriously think about it… In Lucifer’s reasoning, an object can hold mystical powers enough to give him back his wings. In not so many words, magic is getting into the Lucifer (Tv Show) mythology finally… Divine power is one thing but infused and transportable as magic can be a complicated notion to conceive and handle yet… 

And I don't know your dad.
Unless, is your, is your dad the Sinnerman?

I was rewatching that scene but I wonder if the guy had made the connection with Lucifer’s insistence that some kind of dark magic for the lack of better word was in the mix. Funny… because why would a man who knew Sinnerman assume so easily that a feathered Lucifer could be the son of Sinnerman if Sinnerman did not hold a certain unearthly charisma himself? Of course that’s just speculation. 

Finally, in 3x01 even Lucifer acknowledges that: 

At first, I thought it was a an emissary on Earth working on Dad's behalf, 
but then, the more I think about it, the more I think maybe this isn't our 
Father who art in Heaven at all. But something much, much darker.

The above is actually a pretty good connection link to the comics… But anyway  Lucifer says this is something much, much darker and Amenadiel’s expression was giving away something the first time I watched the episode but I cannot be sure. Still, Amenadiel’s not so obvious reaction had me thinking that as the firstborn in the show he preceded Lucifer and knew quite a few things from an era before the light aka Lucifer was born… Although we do know that Mum had the same power aka to illuminate the universe… 


A clue from Twitter yesterday from Ildy had me thinking again of the usual suspects but you have to be aware of something. I can only speculate on comic characters or characters that may be based on the comics. Certain elements from the show appear on and off in the tv series like the “space vagina” That was actually taken from the first issues of Lucifer and is shown near the end as well. 

So Ildy says that something might have indeed escaped Hell… Hmmm… What we can also speculate is that as Marcus is hunting down Sinnerman, this season’s bad guy only recently found his way to L.A. but the second season would have been enough for him to grow out of favours and establish a mob persona strong enough to get to L.A. and target Lucifer when Mum was gone…

We might even suspect that Mum was but a diversion for Lucifer, Sinnerman created for him to make sure he was safe before he started plotting…. Of course, we cannot speculate everything. I’m sure that the writers have come up with some crazy and absurd details I cannot speculate about but that’s the thing, I can get to the comics and try to see who the usual suspects might be… 

Right now I have two comic book, inspired perhaps than transferred from the comic book universe to the show, characters that might be Sinnerman. And then a third speculation… 

The first but not the best candidate for Sinnerman’s real identity is Dumas. I’ll just copy paste his info here: 

Duma is a fallen angel from the DC Vertigo series The Sandman. Before The Sandman

Duma’s name means “silence”, and he is based on the angel Duma from Jewish mythology. In those tales, he is the angel of silence and death’s stillness. According to these same stories, he is the guardian of Egypt and the prince of vindication. Based on this, one could speculate that he was the angel who killed the firstborn Egyptians in Moses’ time. Some sources also name him a “Prince of Hell”.

The Zohar, a book of Jewish mysticism, describes his position in Hell as such that he had “tens of thousands of angels of destruction” under him, and that he was “chief of demons in Gehinnon with 12,000 myriads of attendants, all charged with the punishment of the souls of sinners.”

Dumah is also the name given to the guardian of the 14th gate, through which the goddess Ishtar passed on her journey to the underworld in Babylonian mythology. Dumah may or may not be related to Duma.

In The Sandman

In Season of Mists, we find that Lucifer has closed down Hell in frustration, and given the key to Dream. Eventually, after much squabbling between various gods, Duma and Remiel are assigned to assume control of Hell, and Duma accepts this.

After The Sandman

Following the end of The Sandman series, Remiel and Duma lose ownership of Hell in the Lucifer spin-off series. Duma eventually allies with Lucifer and Elaine Belloc to save creation, and persuades Hell’s new ruler Christopher Rudd to bring his army to Heaven’s aid at the Battle of Armageddon.


The second and the one I’m rooting more than Duma is The Silk Man…

Appearing for the first time in Lucifer: Nirvana, The Silk Man is an immortal sorcerer, described by Lucifer as

“..a fossil remnant from an earlier, cruder creation. His body is a weaving that has to be renewed constantly. His spirit too, come to that. A messy form of immortality, but it seems to do the job.” In earlier days he was the leader of the Arao Jinn. He appears as a mercenary, hired by the angel Perdissa to kill Lucifer. He seems to need to consume living things to stay alive, weaving them into himself. He is severely damaged by Perdissa and eventually killed by Lucifer.

The Silk Man seems to be closely connected to my third speculation and as such it might be a merge of the two… In the comics, God admits that he was created by an external force and we do know that darker things lying around the cosmos and outside The Creation… Darker, twisted and defeated by Dad… Still, where would all these defeated “things” go? In Hell I suppose… 

Following a mythology of Zeus and how he enprisoned the Titans under the Earth, we can say that this is a popular mythos to follow with one crucial flow. What precedes you have the knowledge of how to overpower you in time… Amenadiel might have been around at that point and might had to help Him to get rid some of them Sinnerman included…..  Now The Silk Man was killed by Perdissa… But I suspect that Lucifer’s light bringing power which freed Mum might come back for that task… If you need more info about that just read Lucifer: Nirvana. Lucifer Issue 75 also has a good interaction of our hero with The Sillk Man as well though….

Anyway to finish this post… I do not believe that Sinnerman is a mere human but at the same time I cannot believe he is a celestial being at least not in the sense we have known them to be in the tv series so far. So perhaps an external force whch we know they exist from the comics? Perhaps… Let’s not forget that the Sinnerman as a casting role is new so I doubt we will see for example Malcolm back or anything of that nature in our screens soon but to the ones who want to learn more about the external forces I’ll just leave you with Carey’s two answers on that matter on Twitter…

The Dream of a Thousand Cats is a darkish one… The allegory in that story where cats once ruled over people only for the past to change goes beyond your usual comic book standards (even for Sandman in my opinion) and the fourth wall sometimes shutters but it is what it is…. 

As the episodes come rolling I’ll probably change my conviction over who Sinnerman is but until then this post will have to do… I apologise for its length :P 

anonymous asked:

hi!! i don't know if you guys are taking anymore request for the seventeen dates but if you are,my name is lauren!! i'm about 5'3 and curvy!do you think you can make a date with jihoon where we go to an amusement park and it includes fluffy things like cotton candy and maybe a first kiss? thank you!

A Date with Svt: Jihoon at the Amusement Park

admin seri: hope you enjoy :))

  • you really hope you’re not reading any emotion wrongs
  • but your relationship with Jihoon is just different compared with any other guy
  • especially the other members of seventeen
  • i mean your not completely clueless,
  • you notice the members teasing and Jihoon’s side glares sometimes
  • hearing your phone ding,
  • ‘hey, are you busy today?’
  • no your not screaming nope
  • ‘nope, why?’
  • ‘do you wanna go to an amusement park? i have two tickets’
  • this guy really
  • you where talking to Seungkwan like three days ago about how amusements parks are your favorite
  • coincidence? you think not
  • ‘yessss okay lets go~’
  • most nerve wracking getting ready of your life
  • and when you see Jihoon your internally screaming
  • with his simple blue shorts, gray t-shirt, and red hat
  • does it count as matching if your socks are gray and blue
  • “let’s go so we can ride as many rides as we want”
  • even walking side by side was nerve wracking
  • especially when your mind wouldn’t stop thinking about how far Jihoon’s hand was from yours
  • “hey Lauren, you alright?” Jihoon says ripping you from your daydream
  • you blink, and immediately smile, “yeah of course! come on i wanna go on that!” you excitedly point to one of the high spinning rides
  • throughout all the rides you wanted to cling onto Jihoon’s arm but you were scared to make him comfortable
  • ‘Jihoon doesn’t like skinship’ you think
  • yeah well Jihoon was HOPING you would
  • getting off the last ride the both of you decide to take a break
  • “hey i’m hungry, let’s get some food” Jihoon suggests
  • “ooh we should get cotton candy!” you start walking towards the stand
  • until yourself being stopped
  • by Jihoon’s hand grasping your wrist
  • he stares into your eyes as he intertwine his hand with yours
  • “now we can go” he grins cutely, eyes turning into crescents
  • your cheeks feel hot, “o-okay”
  • your internally curse yourself from stuttering
  • but taking a glance at his side profile, you can see the corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk
  • “what color?” he asks
  • you suddenly think of his pink hair
  • “pink” you grin
  • he squints at you for a moment, noticing your mischievous smile
  • “hmm alright”
  • he hands you the cotton candy stick, hands still intertwined
  • “wait Jihoon” you stop him giggling
  • he raises his eyebrows
  • “look” you hold the cotton candy up to his hair, “you have pink hair again!”
  • he lets out a snort, obviously amused at your bad joke
  • taking a chuck of the cotton candy, he hold it to your mouth
  • naturally, you open, and feel the sugar melt in your mouth
  • “let’s go find more food, we can’t just eat this”
  • you immediately grab a chunk yourself and hold it to his mouth, “you haven’t even eaten any yet!!”
  • eating from your hands, you watch as he closes his eyes for a second as he tastes it
  • “okay i’ve tasted it, lets go” he laughs
  • “yep,” you say, totally pretending you weren’t distracted by his face at all
  • after getting two hot dogs the two of you sit on a bench, with his hand on top of yours, playing with your fingers
  • the two of you sit in a comfortable silence, the only sounds being the other people in the background
  • “Lauren?”
  • you turn you head at his voice, opening your mouth, getting ready to speak
  • but you can’t
  • because your frozen as he leans down and softly presses his lips against yours
  • you come back to reality and smile a bit into the kiss, moving your lips
  • he pulls away, ending the sweet kiss, the smile never leaving his face
  • “i like you a lot Lauren, i’ve been wanting to do that for a while”
  • you resist the urge to touch your lips and smile
  • it all felt like a dream
  • “then you should have done it sooner”

Originally posted by imwoozii

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the cure. - W.D.W

AU: the second chance

(1,144 words)

Pairing: Harvey Warrick (J.A) x Reader

A/N: This is not connected to The Second Chance series in the sense of furthering the plot, per se, but rather uses the new identities of the boys as written in the S.C alternate universe. So, if you’ve read my previous imagines, you should be able to distinguish who is who. For those who haven’t yet read up on the lore, Harvey Warrick is the canon alter ego of Jack Avery. (if it still doesn’t make sense read this & this!) I hope you enjoy this little angsty one-shot. :)

warnings: angst, death, mentions of blood


Y/N suffered from crippling night terrors, often writhing and screaming until she woke up in a cold sweat. Not knowing the cause, she’d desperately try all sorts of remedies and sleep treatments, always to no avail. But Harvey knew she was determined, aching to find a way to stop these nightmares.

She’d explained to him how the dreams were long and vivid, ranging from graphic scenes of her loved ones’ grisly deaths to featureless figures stalking her, and it hurt him.

Fear was an understatement of what she felt, and after seeing his girlfriend come to him in tears, he wished right then and there that he could take it away.

Here she was, lovingly wrapped in his arms, hiding from the demons haunting her mind. Harvey held her close, rocking back and forth, his lips to her forehead.

“I love you, Y/N. I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you.” He whispered, the girl sighing in content.

Slowly he laid her back down beside him on the bed, tucking her under the covers and gently stroking her hair as she crawled over to lie on his chest.

“Harvey?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, love?” He answered, brushing a stray eyelash off her face. Cheeks dusted pink, she asked him timidly,

“Can you hold my hand until I fall asleep?”

He smiled in response, promptly intertwining his fingers with her little ones.

“Of course! Why would I say no in the first place? I mean, it’s your hands we’re talking about, and they fit perfectly in mine so it’s not like I’m gonna refuse anytime soon.”

“Sorry for waking you up.” Y/N apologized, knowing that she’d woke him up because of her struggles.

“Nah, it’s all good. You needed me anyway. Sleep can wait when it comes to you.” Another blush.

Hand in hand, they lay there together in silence, looking intently at each other for what seemed like forever. Harvey felt himself slipping, but the drowsy words of his girlfriend caught his attention.

It was him whose cheeks went red this time. This is what home feels like, he thought. Watching the love of his life snuggle into him like a child, her eyes fluttering shut and her mouth slightly open as her breathing slowed until she was asleep again. Pulling her sleeping body into him, Harvey kept on replaying those four little words Y/N had uttered until he too fell under.

“Harvey, you’re my cure.”

____________

Three weeks later and Y/N’s night terrors had slowed to a stop. No more screaming. No more crying. No more fear. It was all due to the simple gesture that she’d asked for that one night before.

They’d discovered that Y/N wouldn’t have any nightmares if she held Harvey’s hand as she slept. Foolishly simple, they thought. She’d wasted so much time and money on useless treatments when all it took was her lover’s touch to send her to a peaceful sleep. He truly was her cure, and it made Harvey fall for her harder than he thought possible. Y/N was his world, and he knew she felt the same towards him.

At the present moment, his love was away on a walk to the park. Harvey usually would accompany her, but he stayed back to work on the new album he and the others were recording. Unbeknownst to Y/N, her little habit had been the inspiration of one of the songs on its tracklist.

A panicked yell snapped him out of his enamoured daze, setting his mind alert.

“Harvey! Harvey! It’s Y/N! She’s been shot!” His blood froze.

“Ww….what?” He inquired, his head spinning out of control. No. Not her. Anyone but her.

“You heard me! She’s dying!” Noah (Daniel) marched toward Harvey and yanked the delusional boy out of the house, into the car and sped off.

As he drove, Noah explained how Y/N had gotten caught in a cross-fire between two rival gangs and had been shot in the chest. A few others were injured as well, but all Harvey could focus on was his love.

Racing to the scene as quickly as they could, he couldn’t help but fear the worst.

Noah watched as his friend morphed into a nervous wreck, thankful it was him driving and not Harvey.

“She’s gonna be okay.” He soothed. “Y/N’s gonna be okay, Harvey.”

All Harvey could manage to do was nod hopefully, praying a thousand prayers. His mouth was dry, he had no words. I hope you’re right, he thought. God, I hope you’re right.

At the area, Harvey bolted from the car. Arms pumping back and forth, he furiously sprinted towards a dying Y/N with every last bit of energy in his body. He had to save her, or at least try to.

Kneeling in front of her, Harvey felt his lip trembling. There was so much blood. Too much blood.

Thankfully, for now, Y/N was still conscious, managing to weakly smile at him as he hovered over her.

“Hello, Harvey.” she whimpered, voice rugged from the throbbing pain in her ribs.

“Hey, baby.” Harvey answered, trying to ignore the gaping hole in her chest.

“I’m…not… I’m not gonna make it, am I?” Y/N confessed, squeezing her eyes shut as the stray tears came flowing. The paramedics were busy tending to the other victims. It would be awhile before they reached her, yet that didn’t stop Harvey from screaming at them to come to her aid.

“No, you’re gonna make it, love. You’re gonna make it, I know you will.” He tried to reassure her.

She smiled again, looking him in the eye. There wasn’t much left in her, but Y/N fought with all her might. Maybe she could hold out for a few more minutes, but Y/N knew she wouldn’t live for much longer. Her boyfriend, on the other hand, had a hard time accepting the fact.

At last, the medics noticed Harvey’s desperate calls for assistance and were running towards them with all their fancy tools and medicines in tow. Much to their dismay, however, Y/N was slipping away.

With laboured breaths, she painfully reached out for Harvey’s arm. He looked down at her struggling.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” He spoke softly. “The medics are coming, just hang in there for me.”

“Harvey?” she coughed, touching his arm. “…Harvey?”

“They shouldn’t be much longer now.”

“Harvey. Look at me.” Hesitantly, he listened, taking the chance to imprint her features into his memory.

“What is it, baby?” said Harvey, relishing in Y/N’s feather-like touch. She threaded her fingers into his.

“Hold my hand. I’m falling asleep.”

Like he always did, he stayed there until she fell under, their hands still entwined.

And suddenly he knew what she felt during those nights where the terrors would wrack her body with sobs and leave her gasping for air. 

But the difference was unlike her, he’d lost the cure.

Let Me Be (Your Everlasting Light)

sterek bingo 2017: hogwarts au

this was stupidly fun to write, and it’s my first hogwarts au, so i feel like i passed some sort of line?

also on ao3

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Stiles had never had the typical childhood. He was always a bit weird, only had one friend, and not the most normal of interests.

And then his mom died, and he was known as the weird kid whose dad was never home, only had one friend, and no mom.

And that was blessedly normal in comparison. He’d known of other kids that were weird, other kids that didn’t have many friends, whose parents overworked, who didn’t have parents. He wasn’t that different.

But then the letter came. He watched as his father read it over dozens of times with a pained twist in his eyes, then sitting him down at the kitchen table, pouring himself a glass of whiskey, and telling him about his mother. His mother, who was apparently a witch.

He didn’t know anyone else whose mother was a witch.

Then came the packing, and the hugs and the tears, and the train, and meeting Scott- who was no Heather, but maybe could be, someday. And everyone around him was just like him, in one way or another. He wasn’t the weird kid anymore; they all were, which made them all normal.

So of course something had to happen to give him back that title, and it happened his first damn day.

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screaming, then silence.

a/n: this was originally going to be a full oneshot, 5k words and all, but that obviously didn’t happen. whatever. eremika week day seven: ocean. because mermaid aus. they’re good.

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word count: 1,199

The mer hadn’t always been the vile seductresses they’re known for being today, they say. Some say that they had been mere mortal girls a long, long time ago, cursed by some other power to become the lurking creatures of the deep that they have become.

Eren doesn’t know if those legends are true. He knows he doesn’t want for them to be true. After all, when you’ve dedicated your entire life to hunting down every last one of said creatures for want of revenge for your deceased mother, it’s so much easier to have peace of mind killing a creature with an expressive human face when you tell yourself they are nothing but sinful meat sacks, lower than the scum on the bottom of the boat.

Being face-to-face with one now, he’s suddenly not so sure.

He’s not sure what force in the universe compelled him to freeze, leaving the tip of his harpoon just centimeters away from the unblinking girl’s face, but now that he’s looked into her dull, grey eyes, he’s not sure what force in the universe can compel him to unfreeze.

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This Is Halloween

This is based off a prompt I found “Everyone thinks we came to this party as a couple because our costumes match what’s your name” I just wrote it and haven’t really looked over it so any feedback you have would be wonderful! I’ve also got my first request (eeeee!) so i’ll hopefully get that up as soon as possible.
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“C’mon y/n! We’re already late” Jamie’s voice boomed through the bathroom door as you rolled your eyes. Adjusting your red wig you looked in the mirror one last time, sighing before swinging the door open to reveal your best friend.

“Are you sure this isn’t lame? Maybe I just shouldn’t go.” You mumbled straightening out the skirt of your dress. You heard Jamie giggle and looked up.

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anonymous asked:

Could you write the "I literally took a bullet for you and now you owe me big time" prompt for percabeth???

hell yeah I can, anon. title is from Sorry by Justin Bieber bc it’s my new fav song

I hope I don’t run out of time

They’re standing in line at the bank, waiting to get a deposit from Annabeth’s savings account so she can buy some Christmas presents this year. The line is ridiculously long, probably because it’s Friday and everyone just got off work, but Annabeth doesn’t actually mind that they are at the back because Percy is standing close enough that she can feel his chest brushing her back, and he keeps leaning forward to whisper lame jokes into her ear when he thinks of them, smiling when she laughs too loudly.

It’s a normal day, and Annabeth can’t wait to get out of here so they can go get dinner and go back to her apartment and watch movies for the rest of the night. Any time she can cuddle with Percy is great, especially when she can “accidentally” fall asleep on the couch with him so then she gets to wake up on top of his chest in the morning.

She may have some very intense feelings for her best friend. She doesn’t exactly mind.

She met Percy in her freshman year of college, and they’ve been friends ever since. She met him through another friend, and when said friend started dating Percy’s-then-best-friend, they started seeing each other more. After Jason and Piper started seriously dating, Percy and Annabeth drifted closer together, and she didn’t realize it when Percy had become her best friend.

Annabeth may be sort-of-not-really in love with Percy, but she’s sure as hell not saying anything because she doesn’t think she can ever lose him.

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