what he meant: do me

anonymous asked:

Klance neck kisses??

Theyre both such awkward nerds i luv them

The Fourth Musketeer (Part 4)

Originally posted by veronicsalodge

Part one here    Part two here    Part three here

Requests: Dangit i cried so hard after reading part 3 of 4musketeers, you gotta write another part i dont think my heart can take an ending this harsh bc archie loves her so much and it breaks my heart pleaseeee

There’s gonna be a part 4 right? Oh god please don’t leave it like that 😭

Please do part 4

Do a part 4 please

In a day that started in me Bing reading Jughead images, I found and read all 4 parts of musketeers. And now I need more!!!!

Oh my gawd😱 can you please do another part in 4 Musketeers?! My mood swings bro! My mood swings have been permanently damaged.. lmao

Part four of musketeers please I’m dyeing here 😭😭

Please do a part 4 of “Four Mouseketeers”😭😭😭

I need a 4th part for the 4th musketeer its not a want its a necessity maybe can you add me to the tag list for this series. x

Pairing: Archie x Reader

Description: Reconciliations between (Y/N) and Archie don’t mean happy endings.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,469

A/N: I’m so thankful for all of your positive feedback for this series, enjoy!


Archie spent as much time as he could at Pop’s, choosing to sit in a booth that faced the entrance. He would sit there for hours and stare at the door.  Everyone knew why he was doing that, but no one wanted to mention it.  He didn’t need them to tell him; he knew it was hopeless. (Y/N) was not going to return to Pop’s.

Veronica Lodge felt extremely guilty.  She realized that maybe she shouldn’t have told Archie to go to Pop’s, even though he needed to confront her about his feelings.  Archie may have been ready, but it seemed like (Y/N) wasn’t.  That’s how Veronica found herself headed to the diner on a Tuesday night, knowing who she would find sitting in the same booth.

“Archiekins,” she cooed, settling onto the seat across from him, “you gotta snap out of this.  It’s my fault, I know, but you can’t let this destroy you.”

“Why not, Ronnie?” he questioned, and she saw his tear-clouded eyes.  “This is what I have to do to make up for being a horrible friend to (Y/N).  I don’t deserve to be her best friend, so why should I have expected her to want to be more?”

“You didn’t even know she was back,” Veronica comforted him.  “If I hadn’t told you to go to Pop’s, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“It’s good that this happened,” Archie waved her off.  “I needed to know she was back, I needed to tell her.  I just don’t deserve her.”

“That’s not true,” she argued.  He shook his head and turned his focus towards the door.  No one came in.  “I’ll fix this, Archie.  I got you into this mess, and I’ll get you out of this mess.”


(Y/N) was aware of the consequences of her actions.  She knew, as soon as she walked out of the diner, how Archie would respond.  They had been best friends for the first thirteen years of their lives, so she could predict how he would react to this heartbreak. However, she rethought her predictions when a raven-haired girl turned up on her doorstep.

“(Y/N), hi, I’m Veronica Lodge,” the girl introduced herself, sticking her hand out for (Y/N) to shake.  She hesitantly shook it.

“You were at the diner with Jughead and Betty,” (Y/N) recalled, and Veronica nodded.  (Y/N) stepped out onto her porch, closing the door behind her.  “What do you want?”

“Listen, I know what happened between you and Archie,” Veronica explained.

“Do you?” (Y/N) scoffed. “I think you don’t even know the half of it.”

“I know you two grew up together,” Veronica told her.  “I know you two fell in love, and I know that Archie never called you.”

“There’s a lot more to the story,” (Y/N) muttered.  Veronica crossed her arms and sighed.

“I talked to Jughead, Betty, Kevin, even Mr. Andrews.  I know how people other than Archie felt about you.  Archie’s dad told me about your parents and how you always stayed at the Andrews household when they would fight.  Jughead told me about how Archie wanted to ask you to the high school dance before you moved, and he told me about how you two were the most fascinating people in Riverdale.  He, Betty, and Kevin told me about how in love the two of you were.  And from what I’ve seen and heard, it seems like you guys are still very much in love.”  (Y/N) shifted uncomfortably.

“You have no right,” her voice cracked slightly, and Veronica watched as she tilted her head towards the sky, attempting to not cry.  “You can’t just…”

“I’m sorry, I’m just trying to help,” Veronica retracted.  “I’m the one who sent Archie to Pop’s.  He had told me earlier that day that he was still in love with you, and I thought you needed to know.  I thought it would be good for him to get it off his chest.”

“Well now look where we are,” (Y/N) smiled sarcastically.  “We’re on the verge of losing each other because we can’t communicate.”

“Then talk to him,” Veronica urged.  (Y/N) crossed her arms and pursed her lips.  “Talk to Archie, please.  I know he wants to fix this, and I’m pretty sure you do, too.”  (Y/N) stayed quiet for a moment, and Veronica expected for her to send her away.  But (Y/N) uncrossed her arms, still frowning, and sighed.

“Tell Archie to come over here tomorrow,” she instructed Veronica.  Veronica nodded.  “Tell him we need to talk.”


“You wanted to talk, (Y/N)?” Archie asked, tentatively standing on her lawn.  He gazed up at her as she stood at her doorstep; he didn’t want to come any closer until she signaled that it was okay.  (Y/N) grimly nodded and opened her door wider.  Archie walked into her house and glanced around, trying to picture how it looked before she moved.  It was much emptier now.

“It’s pretty empty, I know,” (Y/N) voiced Archie’s thoughts.  His head turned to face her, and he sent a small smile at her. “There’s not much to unpack.”

“It’s different,” Archie agreed.  (Y/N) awkwardly nodded as she hugged her arms to her chest.  “So you told Veronica to tell me that you wanted to talk?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “She showed up at my house yesterday and babbled about how we need to fix this.”

“We do,” Archie pointed out.

“I know,” (Y/N) sighed. Archie furrowed his eyebrows.

“You don’t want to?” he asked, frowning.  (Y/N) furiously shook her head.

“No, I do,” she immediately responded.  “I really want to fix this.  I just… I don’t know how.  I was gonna give it more time.”

“Do you want more time?” Archie questioned.  “If you’re not ready-”

“You’re here,” (Y/N) cut him off.  “You’re here, so we should do this now.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I-” (Y/N) faltered, unable to express what she wanted to say.  She grabbed Archie’s face and brought it towards hers, connecting their lips. He quickly responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and deepening the kiss.  They pulled away, and (Y/N) placed her forehead against Archie’s.  He was grinning madly, but she only wore a small smile.

“You wanted more time to do that?” Archie softly laughed.  (Y/N) untangled herself from Archie’s arms and hugged herself again. “(Y/N)?”

“I didn’t want to…” she trailed off, swallowing her next words.  Archie took a step towards her and grabbed her hand.

“Didn’t want to what?” he asked.  “You didn’t want to kiss me?”

“I did,” (Y/N) assured him, placing the hand he wasn’t holding on his cheek.  “I really did, Arch, but I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“This isn’t hurting me,” he consoled her.  “Sure, after the diner incident I was upset, and I’m sure you were too, but we’re okay now.”

“No we’re not,” (Y/N) began to cry, so Archie wrapped his arms around her.  Her head was nestled into his chest.  

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not-” her voice was muffled by Archie’s shirt. “I’m not staying in Riverdale.”

“What?” Archie grabbed (Y/N) by the shoulders and held her so that he could look directly into her eyes.

“I might have to go back to New York,” she elaborated.  

“Why?”

“You still don’t know why I’m back,” (Y/N) sadly laughed.  When she saw the puzzled look on Archie’s face, she continued.  “My parents finally got divorced.  My mom wanted to move back here, so I decided to go with her.  But my dad still wants custody over me, so-”

“So you might have to go back,” Archie finished, sighing.  (Y/N) nodded.

“It’s not definite yet, but… they’re going to court next week.  And the chances aren’t in my mom’s favor, seeing as my dad’s a pretty good lawyer.”

“But what about you?” Archie pressed, and (Y/N) stared at him, confused by what he meant.

“What about me?”

“What do you want, (Y/N)?” he asked, drawing her slightly closer to him.  “Who do you want to be with?”

“I want to be with you, Archie,” she replied, stroking a hand across his cheek.  He closed his eyes as he relished in her gentle touch.

“So can’t you say that in court?” Archie questioned.  “Can’t you tell them that you want to stay with your mom here in Riverdale?  Isn’t that what this is all about?”

“It’s not that simple, Arch,” she sighed.  “Sure, I can give my preference and it might weigh the court towards my mom, but there’s more factors than that.”

“You’re going to stay here, (Y/N),” Archie assured her as he enveloped her in a hug.  “We will make sure you stay in Riverdale.”

“God I hope so, Arch,” (Y/N) sighed into his chest.  “I don’t want to leave you anymore.”

“You won’t ever leave me, (Y/N).  I will never let you go again.”

Part five here

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Anon: can you do an analysis on 2013-2014 ji/kook please? thank you!

Anon: Do you think there’s a relation between Jungkook’s change of behavior towards Jimin from when he was underage to when he finally turned 20??? I feel like after finally not being underage anymore, that’s when he really changed and got bolder, shy-less and stuff.. He wasn’t like this, and now he’s.. Well, basically killing us with everything he does.    

Anon: Do you think that Jimin’s fainting incident was a turning point for kook/min? I always thought that JK seemed to be a lot sweeter and softer with Jimin after that, but i could just be imagining things so I wanted a second opinion :) love you!!                    

Anon: you are my favourite kook/min blog!! kekekeke i was wondering what you think of tsundere!kook thinking that taking off his jacket for yoonji is cool when he did the same thing for jimin during their WoH shoot :))) 

That’s right: I’m going to answer all these questions and comments in one long essay. I’m not kidding. This is like.. really long. It’s Jungkook-centric and head canon-heavy. Bring your tinfoil hats.

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“What do you do when you stop running?”

The Worlds Greatest Detective

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Request: Hey there:) can I request something where Bruce comes back from patrol frustrated because the trail he was tracking went cold or something so the reader helps him blow off some steam? Can it be a little smutty please? Thanks;)

Description: After going on a wild goose chase with none other than The Riddler, Bruce returns frustrated and defeated. Y/N attempts to make her lover feel better, but only one thing can make him feel like himself and clear his mind. 

Smut: yep! 

Words: 2266

Requests are open!

Masterlist

Originally posted by writers-square

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On Fire

Request: “Can you do a Harry hook imagine where your the daughter of hades Amanda her hair accidentally burns him? Love your page❤️❤️❤️”

Pairing: Harry Hook x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: I’m taking Harry Hook requests/imagines! [Request here]

It had been a while since you went back to the Isle, two years to be precise. After being at Auradon Prep you, Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay were back. Everyone had went their separate ways, Mal went to go find Uma. Evie went to the shops. While Carlos and Jay went to go find Gil for god knows what reason.

“My my my look at you.” You turned around and there he was you had guessed it. The voice belonged to Harry Hook.

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Can we please talk about how surprised Mon-El seemed that just being there and holding Kara was enough?

I felt like when he was talking with Winn and he said “what’s left for me?” what he meant was “what’s left for me to do for her?” as in she’s Supergirl - what could she need from him? I think he was kind of afraid to ask and have her realize that she didn’t actually need him for anything.

I think he realized in their last scene that being there, supporting her in the simplest ways, was enough for her and it kinda blew him away. I think he was struggling to see what he could give to someone so incredible and strong and I think those little expressions - the smiles and the soft looks on his face - were showing us that he understands that yes she’s amazing beyond words but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want someone to be there for her at the end of a terrible day. 

He asked what she needed from him and he probably wasn’t prepared to hear that just being there was enough. From what we know about his past there probably hasn’t been a time in his life when just being Mon-El was enough for someone. Especially someone he cared about and that he wanted to comfort and support. He is so new to all of this and I can’t imagine what it meant to him for her to tell him that all she wanted from him… was him.

Sugar & Spice | 01

~ Sugar Daddy AU ~ Wonho x Reader ~ fluff ~ Rated M (suggestive themes) ~

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Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: this will most likely be three parts? Somewhere there, not all that long. Also rip guess who became a Monsta X stan lmao. Been lookin for sugar daddies and was thinking about Wonho as a sugar daddy then this fic was born lmao


Money isn’t real, you decided angrily.

Money is a form of exchange created to destroy your entire life. You hated all rich people because they had too much money and were too fucking selfish to share it with all the poor people in the world, and by ‘all the poor people’ you mean you. You cursed your existence. Why did God have to make your poor and then decide that the societal norm for making a living required paying thousands to go to school to learn some shit so that you might get a job and live comfortably.

Why, in all that is good and pure, did your card have to decline like this? Right now? All you wanted was a subway cookie. That was all you wanted. You knew you couldn’t afford to buy anything that has any nutritional value, but you didn’t think you were this fucking poor. Subway cookies are the cheapest thing on the menu! How the fuck did you not have enough money to buy even that?

“Would you like to try again?” the woman behind the counter asked, offering you a sympathetic smile.

You could’ve cried in that moment. You felt the burn of shame as tears were beginning to form, closing your throat and making your mouth quiver uncontrollably. You’d do anything to just disappear into the void in that moment, anything to escape the mortification of not having a dollar in your bank account to pay for a fucking cookie.

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See You Down There

Originally posted by beliectionerimagines

Requested: Can you do that imagine where jason and Y/N having a baby please ?

I MISSED WRITING!!!


I gave you direct instructions which you have failed to fall through with. There is no excuse. You have ten seconds to fuck off.” Jason’s voice was stern, terrifyingly calm but underneath was an undying tone of anger for the man and his inability to complete a task.

I knew at that moment he wasn’t bluffing, when was the last time Jason Mccann had ever bluffed? And the trembling man before him obviously knew no better.

Or maybe he did - for he was in this situation after all as a cause of his reckless behaviour. Jason trusted the man with his shipment, directly told him to be here with his guns at seven sharp. Yet here he stood at Nine forty five with no guns and a terrified expression.

Sorry buddy, but you had this coming.

“Please Mr Mccann. You have to understand, I have a family!” 

“So do I.” Jason stated, directing his eyes over to me and my swelling belly. “That’s why when I’m told to do something, I get it done. I will not risk not coming home to them for filthy pleasures.”

“It was one time. I-I didn’t mean to!” The man pleaded.

“Last time I checked you don’t place a bunt in your mouth and smoke it on accident.” Jason spat. “That shipment was really important! My client was expecting me to deliver it hours ago but because of your ignorance, I lost an ally tonight.”

“Please Jason-” The man pleaded to which jason lifted a lip and snarled in anger as well as in warning. The man’s eyes widened, making quick to correct his error. “I mean, Mr Mccann. Don’t kill me. Don’t you have a heart!?”

Ooh. Wrong move buddy.

Suddenly, Jason’s lips twisted into an evil grin - one of menacing amusement that was somehow blank but full of meaning all at once. “A heart?” Jason questioned. “I used too.” He chuckled. “But you see, there’s a problem now. My heart was stolen by a beautiful woman who is now carrying my child. It lays in her hands.”

That’s when Jason directed his eyes over to me, a look of love but that stern professional glare shining straight through, informing me that no matter how much he loved me, he meant business. “So tell me baby girl. What do you think I should do?”

A sudden wave of pain rush through me. It was dull but still much noticeable - something I had found was a very common thing in pregnancy. Decided to ignore the flood of discomfort for this really wasn’t a good time to complain about my pregnancy, I glanced around the room finding every pair of eyes burning sternly through my head.

Jason was the first I saw, a look of patient love but professional demeanor. Then the gang members guarding the room caught my eyes next. They all looked on with stern eyes, ready to pounce at the request of my decision, but the man sat with pleading eyes, begging to be spared.

This wasn’t a decision I was appealed to make everyday, so my mind at this point was rushing with thoughts of indecisiveness and fear.

This man had a family to go home to as well as his own gang to run, but over all he did us wrong and disrespected not only our request, but Jason himself. And no one disrespects my husband and gets away with it. I know Jason was giving me the choice to make for myself but deep down, I knew he hoped I’d declare this mans death.

And who was I to upset my husband?

“Kill him.” I spat.

The man’s eyes widened in shock, head whipping from side to side in fear as two guards began approaching each side of his body. “No! No please! Please! Don’t do this!!”

The two members of Bizzle gang roughly gripped ahold of the mans shoulder’s, ripping him up rather aggressively. The man’s cries and screams echoed through the entirety of Jason’s office, who must I say had a large and satisfied grin on his face.

Slowly, Khalil and Za dragged the man away kicking and screaming, yelling profanities of all sorts over his breath. But One sentence in particular managed to catch me off guard, his words burning through me and panging me with worry. A pang that was physically felt as a second wave of pain endured me.

“I hope your and wife and child rot in hell!” and at that moment, I watched as Jason’s face visibly twisted from one of satisfaction to a firing rage.

It was no less than point 2 seconds before Jason had flung his body out of his chair, face red and burning with anger. “Bring him back here!”

And not wanting to anger the boss, Za and Khalil dragged the boy back, holding him down on the chair forcefully. Jason leaned forward, his face mere inches from the man. His once honey eyes presented black and I was honestly scared for the man myself.

Jason snarled, teeth visible as he spat his words. So harsh that they sent shivers down my spine. “You will regret ever meeting me, let alone wishing death upon my family. I may be a murderer but I am a child of god. And so god help me, if they’re going to hell then I’m going with them. Just not going anytime soon.”

Then he smiled, one to send even the strongest of men running. A psychotic, treacherous smile. “See you down there.”

And with a swift movement he had drawn his gun, clicked the safety off and pulled the trigger all before I could blink. The sound rung throughout the room and I flinched ever so slightly at the echo of the shell clattering to the ground.

The sight before me had bile rising up my throat, pooling in my mouth. The sight usually wouldn’t phase me but this pregnancy was making it hard to keep anything down. Blood splattered the room and the mans body lay lifeless on the seat, a hole of nothing in the center of his forehead with blood oozing down it.

It was all too much and I was found doubling over besides me. My breakfast was fast to exit my body, relieving the nausea’s feeling pooling in my stomach.Though Jason was quick to run over to me, a hand on my back as I began to stand straight again.

“You okay baby girl?” He questioned with a sincere tone. He was used to my constant nausea episodes and found it quite normal that I had thrown up.

But yet again, another wave of pain fell over my body, a burning cramp riding up from my stomach, extending as far as my torso reached. This one was a lot stronger than the last, and I was found once again doubling over, but this time in pain.

A groan of misery was emitted from my throat, a hand reaching up to clutch my stomach. Everyone in the room stiffened, eyeing me with worry as I stood back to lean on Jason’s shoulder.

“It hurts!” I yelled. “Jason it hurts!”

He was quick to grab a hold of my body. He lifted both my arms, wrapping each around his neck with both arms around my waist to stabilize me. His eyes held worry with a glint of fear - something you never saw Jason feeling. “What is it baby?” He frantically asked. “What’s hurting?”

It took everything in me to muster up the words “M-My stomach! It hurts!” I Groaned. “I think I’m having c-contractions.”

Jason’s eyes widened as he glanced down at my stomach. He had read the pregnency books I asked him to read after a litle begging but none the less still asked, “What does that mean?!”

That’s when It hit me, and I began announcing the words we had been waiting to hear ever since the day I  found out I was pregnant. “I think I’m going into labour!”

Just like Jason’s, everyone’s eyes largened, and I almost wanted to slap them for just staring at me while I groaned in pain.

“Well don’t just stand there, do something!”

And then everyone was off. Jason began instructing the gang to start up the car and grab my hospital bag from upstairs, a few rushing around to follow Jason’s orders while others proceeded to cancel all jason’s meetings for the rest of the day.

But Jason instead stood by me, his forehead leant against mine with his eyes closed.

“I’m scared.” I announced.

Jason licked his lips, lifting a hand to caress my face. “It’s okay baby girl. Just breath.”

“But I’m not ready.” Tears brimmed my eyes and I felt like I was about to colapse right then and there.

Jason shook his head. “Shh.” He cooed. “You’re ready. More than ready. You’re going to do great. Just think about it, in a couple of hours were going to be right back here, but this time with a beautiful baby girl.”

I chuckled. “Boy.”

“Baby, It’s a girl.”

“I think It’s a boy.”

Justin shook his head, a smile present on his face. “It’s going to be a girl. I can feel it.”

There was a few more seconds of smiles before I once again groaned in pain, lighting everyone back to the situation at hand. Jason opened his eyes, looking down at the bump then back to me with excitement. I just wanted to kiss him, hold my baby in my hands and never let go.

“Y/N.” Jason whispered.

“Yeah.” I hummed.

“Let’s go have a baby.”

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Tommy x Reader

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Tommy stayed quiet. He knew what you wanted, he’d known it for a while and purposefully avoided the subject. He didn’t understand why you would want to go through the ordeal again. Not when he almost lost you the first time.

“Tommy?” You muttered softly as you waited for him to process what you said and respond.

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anonymous asked:

i was just rewatching dan's liveshow, and what do you think he meant when he said "ask me about this week in five months" ?

that was a thing that actually stood out to me as well because, from an outsider’s perspective, this week seemed fairly uneventful due to their silence but we all know that their silence usually means quite the opposite. who truly knows what’s going on behind the scenes atm. whether it’s a business thing such as working on the new merch, planning for the several conventions they have coming up, house hunting, dog hunting, or maybe even an entirely new project, there was undeniably something about this week that stood out to dan enough for him to give it some relevance and imply that it may be revealed later on, in 5 months specifically. whatever it is, it sure seemed to put a halt on their previous uploading plans. hence why phil’s video came so late this week after he kept promising that he was going to upload it tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. phil is usually very good at sticking to what he says so it just makes me wonder if something actually did come up thus making it difficult for him to commit to a certain day. dan on the other hand blatantly pointed out last week that he would’ve liked to have uploaded his video before today’s liveshow, but alas, here we are. still no video. it’s all very… interesting

Alpha Dog

“What’s this thing?” Logan asked holding up a hat shaped like a wolf.

“That?” Dan replied. “Dunno… Someone gave it to me a long time ago and told me it’d make me into an alpha dog. Didn’t know what he meant… But I don’t do hats. So not for me.”

By the time Dan turned around Logan had already placed it on his head. He spread his thin arms out wide and flexed hard. “I’m the alpha dog. WOOF! WOOF!” he had the dumbest grin on his face.

“Cute…” Dan’s natural flat sarcasm just encouraged Logan.

“Hot,” Logan corrected. “I’m hot. Or sexy. Don’t care which you use.” He flexed his scrawny arm again trying to show off. There wasn’t any muscle there. It was something he loved to pretend he had. It was a joke that still made him feel pretty good.

“Mmhmm,” Dan agreed adding to the joke. But looking back at his friend there was something a bit off. There seemed to be something different about Logan’s body. Like it had always had a bit of muscle on it but this seemed different. He was bigger. ‘Just cause he just got back from a workout,’ Dan reasoned. But Dan was staring now. His friend was always hot, sure. The muscle stud was always showing off his body, for some reason Dan never felt like he noticed it before.

“Like what you see?” Logan flexed his arms in a double bicep pose. The sleeveless shirt rose showing off the sick Adonis belt he’d been working on for so long.

Dan’s eyes traced the muscular man’s body seeing the huge muscles bounce as his friend flexed for him. “Mmmhhhmmm,” he moaned. Shaking his head, “I mean sure. I bet the girls really love it.”

“Sure they do,” he bragged and gave another flex. He moved closer to Dan, almost running into him. It felt intentional. “Dude, let’s go watch TV or something.”

Dan followed his friend closely behind. He’d seen that muscular ass so many times but today it felt different. He walked so dominantly that Dan couldn’t help but follow behind. Plopping on the couch Logan flipped on the TV. It was sports. “Again?” Logan guarded the remote down.

“Like we watch anything else,” Logan quipped. “Unless you want to do something else.” He adjusted his shorts but his eyes didn’t leave the TV.

Dan was at a loss at the confidence Logan was showing. His large muscular body was so imposing. No one ever talked back to him. But thinking about it wasn’t confidence he was showing. He was always confident. It was something else. Something more like intimacy. And lust. “You alright man?”

“Sure I am bud,” his arm wrapped around Dan pulling him in closer. He used his other hand to lightly punch the much smaller guy in the arm. “Something seem wrong?”

“No,” Dan said without any confidence. Something seemed off he just couldn’t tell what it was. They were best friends so why did today feel so different.

“Didn’t think so,” his grip around Dan tightened. “You know maybe there is something wrong.” Dan looked over confused, “I’m fucking horny and there isn’t a chick around to satisfy me.”

“Wha…?” the question wasn’t finished as Logan took the chance to fill Dan’s mouth. He pushed the much smaller guy down onto the couch and started grinding against him. His slow controlled movements speeding up as he went. There was finally a pause as he lifted himself up to take off Dan’s shorts. “But you’re straight!?” Dan was able to get out between heavy breaths.

“Ehhh…. Bi… Sometimes chicks just don’t do it for me. Gotta have that man ass every once in a while,” he grinned as he started rubbing his fingers between Dan’s butt cheeks. A soft sensual moan escaped him. “Sides fuckin you is almost like fuckin a chick anyway.” Dan glared at Logan’s shit eating grin. But then found his legs thrust over the other man’s shoulders before he could complain. “That’s a good boy. You always know how to take it.” As the words were spoken they seemed to make it true. Dan’s tight ass opened up allowing the much larger cock in more easily.

How many times had they had sex? The number seemed almost irrelevant now. Logan was horny all the time and took every chance he could get to have sex. Normally he’d be able to find a girl to satiate himself for a little while but then he’d always come back to Dan. He didn’t know why. The hunk had easily made his way through most of the college they went to but always came back to him.

“You like that don’t you,” Logan goaded Dan; pushing his small body deeper into the couch. Dan rarely could reply without anything more than positive grunts. “Yeah ya do. Ah man. Fuck this is a nice hole. You got the best hole man.” He thrusted a few more times, “Fuck yeah,” he shouted as he unloaded into his friend. The sudden feeling in his own ass sent Dan over as well. Despite his size, Logan slowly he positioned himself in between the couch and Dan. His eyes suddenly feeling very heavy. He wrapped his arms around the other man and softly breathed into his back.

Dan felt so strange in his friend’s arms. So safe but something about the situation still felt strange. He felt the soft fur of the hat scrape against the back of his head. “You know, you’re still wearing that stupid hat,” Dan pointed out. Logan yawned loudly and nuzzled Dan’s skinny neck. He lightly bit into the skin, tickling the smaller man. “Alright. Alright,” he laughed as he struggled in Logan’s tight hold. “I don’t care about that stupid hat.”

Logan slowly calmed down again resting into Dan’s back. “That’s right, respect the alpha dog, Woof Woof,” his deep bark sent shivers down Dan’s spine.

Tell Me What To Do - Park Jihoon Requested Scenario

@aghoese

Genre: bad boy! Jihoon

Message?: This wink boy I stg also I’m really bad at bad boy things so im sorry

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“Do you think he’s going to come to school today?” Lucia turned round and asked me in the middle of Geography.

Ever since I told her about my tiny little crush on Park Jihoon, the school’s naughtiest student, she’s been obsessed.

“How should I know?” I asked.

She smirked, “wouldn’t you know everything?”

I rolled my eyes as she turned back round, laughing.

The teacher turned round and looked at us, “Y/N, Lucia, pay attention in less—”

Everyone turned around as Park Jihoon walked through the door, licking his lips.

“Your late Mr. Park,” the teacher said.

“Wow,” he said sarcastically. “Because I’m not aware of that am I?!”

He started to walk towards me and Lucia as Lucia winked at me.

I hit her as he sat in his seat next to me. A pang of pain hit my heart. Seriously. What is it with this boy? He’s a fucking bastard but I just can’t resist!

“Oi!” he whispered, turning round to me. “Got a pencil?”

“Yes I do, do you?” I asked over-excitedly.

He chuckled but looked unamused, “just give me a pen.”

I nodded, giving him my best pen.

After lessons, I walked with Lucia to her locker and started banging my head against it.

“So. Stupid. Why. Did. You. Do. That,” I said, between every bang of the head.

“What did you do?” Lucia asked casually.

“I tried to make Jihoon laugh but just made a fool of myself,” I explained, looking at her with my head still on the locker.

“It’s fine, just stay cool and whatever you do. Don’t confess to him. That’s so not cool and every person who’s confessed to him has been refused,” Lucia said.

I nodded, pulling my head off the locker as we walked to next lesson.

As we walked into music, we saw Jihoon laying across the front desks but he sat up as soon as he saw me.

“Oi, Y/L/N. Your in a group with me,” he said. “I need to pass at least one class.”

I nodded, trying to keep my cool.

“Don’t say anything, nothing. You’ll embarrass yourself and me,” Lucia whispered.

“I know!” I whispered back.

“I still don’t get why you like him,” Lucia said, putting her bag down.

“Like who?” Jihoon said from behind us.

We both screamed, jumping about a foot in the air.

“The fucking ice-cream man,” I said sarcastically. “My crush okay? You don’t need to know.”

He shrugged, sitting next to me, “okay.”

“Don’t you sit over there?” I asked.

“Oh well,” he shrugged as the teacher walked in.

“Right,” Sir said. “Get into pairs and go away. We’re working on modern Korean music remember!”

Jihoon nodded at me and we got up, going to a practise room. The whole room erupted in wolf whistles.

“All right, all right,” Sir said. “So Y/N and Jihoon, drum room.”

I followed Jihoon who had already left the room and gone over to the drum room.

“So what song do you want to do?” he asked, sitting on the drum kit.

I gasped sarcastically, “Park Jihoon? Doing work?!”

“Fuck off!”

“Alright, alright,” I said, leaning against the door. “How about Blackpink?”

“No,” he said. “They’re girly and I’ll probably get a boner.”

I rolled my eyes.

“What about Rhythm Ta?” he asked.

“No way. I’ll get wet,” I said jokingly.

He smiled, looking at the ground.

“Bangtan?” I asked.

“Which one?” he asked.

“How about Just One Day?“ I asked.

He groaned, "that’s so soppy!”

“But I heard your a good singer,” I muttered.

“Who said that?!” he exclaimed, becoming defensive.

I shrugged, looking at the floor.

“Let’s just do something easy, okay?” He sighed.

“It won’t work,” I said, still looking at the floor before looking up at him. “You said you wanted a good grade and an easy song won’t get you a good grade.”

“Fine,” he sighed. “How about ‘A’ by Got7.”

I shrugged, “didn’t think you’d know Got7.”

He looked at the ground, muttering, “only a bit.”

“I know! Shinee!” I exclaimed.

“Which one?” he asked.

“Tell Me What To Do,” I said.

He looked at me confused for a second, then chuckled, but still didn’t look amused, “right. The song.”

I laughed, “yeah. Do you know it?”

He nodded.

“Do you wanna sing it?” I asked.

He looked at me, unamused.

“Please please please!”

He sighed, getting up the music on his phone.

“Just be confident,” I said.

He had no emotion in his face, but I could tell the song meant something as he sang along.

“Tell me what to do Tell me what to do Tell me what to do Tell me what to do

These days, I don’t know, I don’t know you You look like you gave up on a lot of things But I hear your silent scream Tell me what to do

Lovers without extreme development Is this the losing hand that time has placed? We haven’t ended it but it’s already over Tell me what to do

There’s a knot that can’t be untied In front of us

I’ll go to you first At the end of a different road I’ll wipe your cheeks that are wet with tears and ask you

Tell me what to do Tell me what to do Tell me what to do Tell me what to do

You don’t tell me but you want me to know You think that you only gave the words you threw at me because you’re too used to me Tell me what to do

Indifferent and painful words Left deep scars on that day Words that made me realize That I’m still a fool

If only I can erase it If only I can

I’ll go to you first At the end of a different road I’ll wipe your cheeks that are wet with tears and ask you

Tell me what to do (I hope you’ll tell me first) Tell me what to do (Don’t cry no more) Tell me what to do (If your heart can see me) Tell me what to do (Don’t cry no more)

I took you for granted But just thinking of you not being there I don’t want to go through that, my world would crumble

Am I the one for you At some point, you were keeping me in check I said you changed a lot but I changed the most The one for me, I didn’t know But that promise keeps suffocating us Time keeps lingering but our time keeps getting destroyed

That smile came to me, more brightly The cold hands became more warm Two lonely souls met Not lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely I’ll look into you again, I’ll place your breathing in my ears Even if everything but us changes

I’ll go to you first (I’ll go to you first) At the end of a different road (Tell me what to do) I’ll wipe your cheeks that are wet with tears and ask you

Tell me what to do (I hope you’ll tell me first) Tell me what to do (Don’t cry no more) Tell me what to do (If your heart can see me) Tell me what to do (Don’t cry no more)

Tell me what to do Tell me what to do Tell me what to do,” he took a breath afterwards and walked to the back of the room.

For the first time since I met him, I realised why I was so attracted to him. It’s because from the start I could see beyond the bad boy. I could see that behind that bad boy there was a person with struggles just like everyone else.

I took a breath, listening to the song repeat on his phone.

“I’ll go to you first At the end of a different road I’ll wipe your cheeks that are wet with tears and ask you

Tell me what to do (I hope you’ll tell me first) Tell me what to do (Don’t cry no more) Tell me what to do (If your heart can see me) Tell me what to do (Don’t cry no more),” I sang.

I heard a shaky breath come out his mouth, “I took you for granted But just thinking of you not being there I don’t want to go through that, my world would crumble.”

I looked up at him, surely he didn’t understand the lyrics?

“Why do you always understand?” he asked. “You and your lame jokes and puns and the un-natural sarcasm and the understandingness and I don’t understand!”

“Sorry,” I whispered.

“No,” he said sharply. “Don’t be sorry. Just stay with me.”

I felt my heart beating hard.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean that I don’t like who I am,” he sighed. “I want to be nice, I want to be liked. But everyone’s scared of me.”

“I’m not.”

“Exactly.”

“So,” I whispered. “Tell me what to do.”

That was the first time I saw him look amused when he chuckled. I’d done it. He had a look of amusement on his face. But it didn’t last long as he crashed his lips to mine.

I think I know what to do.

homecoming

On the horizon waited Westeros, glory, and home. Rhaenys believed that if she could squint, she might see it, might make out Dorne’s sandy shores amongst the vast blue of the sky and sea. It was only a belief, and a silly one at that, but her faith had yet to fail her.

She did not want to remove herself from the deck of the ship. She wanted to stand there forever, relish the moment she had waited 16 years for, for the moment where she would flee for the final time before she rooted herself to a single place, her rightful place, for the rest of her life. It was an odd desire, she knew. Most people craved adventure and a change of scenery. Not Rhaenys– not anymore, at least. All she wanted now was to sit on the balcony of her mother’s room and look out over the gardens as she did a lifetime ago. Only now, she’d sit on a throne, and not her mother’s lap.

Her eyes swept over the men on deck. Men in armor, men in silks, men in tattered linens. An army of a hundred different colors, several languages, many creeds, but one goal. Her goal. Aegon’s goal. Their goal.

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Say It With Flowers

So this was supposed to be posted around Valentine’s Day… whoops.

Summary:  It’s Valentine’s Day and flower shop owner Lucy is feeling the blues. Mainly because her crush keeps buying odd numbers of roses- and she has no idea who they are for.

 Pairing: Natsu and Lucy

It’s very cheesy and fast-paced fluff. Enjoy 


“Thank you for shopping with us! And Happy Valentine’s Day!”

Lucy waved at the man leaving her shop, dropping her hand and her smile once he was gone, “Ugh, can this day be over already?”

Lucy Heartfilia co-owned a flower shop with her best friend, Levy McGarden. And today was their busiest day. And since Levy had big plans with her boyfriend, Gajeel, Lucy had to cover the whole day herself.

“Not that it matters,” Lucy grumbled to herself, arranging a new set of roses, “I don’t have anyone to spend the day with anyway, might as well get in some overtime.”

The door opening startled Lucy, simply because of the whirlwind coming after it.

“WHAT?! That’s such a lie!”

“I heard it from Mira, so it’s no lie.”

Lucy looked over her shoulder at the two standing in the shops doorway. Gray Fullbuster and Natsu Dragneel, the two loveable idiots she had known her whole life.

“Hey guys,” Lucy yelled over their arguing, “what are you doing here?”

“I need some flowers for Juvia,” Gray put his hand over Natsu’s mouth to make him stop talking, “got any Lilies?”

“Yeah!” Lucy skipped over to a counter, wiping her hands on her apron, “I’ve got all these, we have some fresh ones in the back I’ll get for you.”

“Thanks, Lucy,” Gray zoned out once he started looking at the colored petals.

“LUCY!” Natsu whirled the blonde around to look at him, their chests bumped against one another’s, causing Lucy to blush, “Tell Gray he’s wrong!”

“About what?” Lucy lightly pushed the man away from her, she was already single on this romantic day, no need to flaunt her ‘secret’ crush in front of her.

“He thinks he looks better than me!”

Blinking, already done with this topic, Lucy sighed. Why did she fall in love with an idiot?

“I do look better than you. I told you even Mira said so,” Gray said, not even bothering to turn around.

“I was asking LUCY!” Natsu roared, “You think I look better, dontcha Lucy?!”

“Um,” scratching her cheek, Lucy said, “you guys both look good-”

“Look!” Natsu lifted his shirt to show off his impressively toned torso.

“N-Natsu!” Lucy covered her eyes, desperately avoiding her desire to look. It was absolutely the last thing she needed was for Natsu to know just how attracted she was to him.

“What are you hiding for? You’ve seen me shirtless before…” If Lucy didn’t know better she would have thought Natsu sounded sad.

“Put your shirt down, pyro,” Gray glared at his frenemy, “can I get a dozen of the dark blue and light blue, maybe mix them up?”

“Sure!” Lucy jumped at the chance to leave the room, “be right back!”

“Wait! Lucy!” She heard Natsu yell once she was behind the curtain in the back room.

Placing a hand over her heart, Lucy willed it to stop pounding.

“He’s your friend… just your friend…” she kept muttering to herself as she made the most beautiful bouquet of her career for Juvia. The woman deserved it after all.

“Wow. Thanks, Lucy!” Gray said when she finally came back out, “those look great.”

“You’re welcome,” Lucy made sure to give him Levy’s exclusive 'friends-only’ discount, “I’m sure I’ll know if she likes it.”

“You might hear tonight with how lucky I’m going to get,” Gray grinned devilishly.

“No one wants to hear about that,” Natsu had his arms crossed, his face buried into his scaly scarf.

“Jealous?” Gray smirked, handing Lucy his card to pay.

“No,” Natsu lowered his face even farther in his scarf before walking deeper into the isles of flowers.

“Sorry about him,” Gray began, but then snickered, “but hey, he is your best friend.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Lucy handed the gorgeous bouquet to her honorary big brother, “go easy on him, would you?”

“I never agreed to that,” Gray groaned, moving before Lucy could smack him, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Lucy.”

“You too, Gray,” she fixed a few arrangements around the door after he left, only then realizing, “Natsu? Are you still here?”

“Yeah!” she heard him near the back of the store, “Can you come here?”

“Please no mess, please no mess,” she pleaded as she slowly made her way to Natsu.

“I didn’t make a mess,” Natsu growled playfully, “I just wanna buy something!”

“Oh,” Lucy tripped over her own feet, Natsu was standing in front of the counter. He was in ripped work jeans and a red and black coat, his ever-present scarf covered most of his face.

“And what can I get you?” Lucy smiled, trying not to show how awful it felt to sell flowers to her crush on Valentine’s day.

“Two red roses.”

Blink, “Two roses?”

“Yeah,” he grinned his famous grin, “just two.”

“And he calls me weird…” she did as he asked though, “You said Red?”

“Yepp!” he was bouncing on the balls of his feet like a little kid.

“Alright,” she made the two flowers look pretty, not as nice as Gray’s, but still pretty.

“Keep the change!” He said as he laid a $20 on the counter, “See ya, Lucy!”

He grabbed the roses and bolted out the door before Lucy could reply.

“Bye,” she sighed as she cashed out the transaction, putting the change in a special slot in the register, “wonder who he’s giving it to…”

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10 Things I Hate About Lockwood

Prompt: “ Hello! How are you? Could I request a Tyler (TVD/TO) x Reader where the he and his friends are arguing about who the most attractive/best with the ladies is and they end up daring Tyler to seduce the reader. They fall in love but then reader finds out it was all a bet. Sort of a ‘10 things I hate about you’ / ‘she’s all that’ scenario haha Thanks lovie”

A/N: Heya! I’m good, thanks for the Tyler request, loved the prompt!!

Word Count: 1,414

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243. “Oh, my God! You’re in love with her!” - Josh Dun and if it's at all possible to make the reader a photographer 🙈 and like Tyler is included too. Feel free to ignore this lol

I had known Josh before he was introduced to Tyler, I knew him before he was even in a band. We grew up together but we sort of grew apart once he accepted to be the drummer of Twenty One Pilots. 

It’s not like we needed to talk everyday but when we got together it was like no time had passed, since him joining though there hasn’t been any time for us to even get together.
I understood though, I wasn’t upset but I just missed him and his quirky self.

I’ve gone to a few of his shows in his old band and he always goes full force, you can feel the passion radiate off him.
You could tell this is what he was meant to do.
After those shows he would usually invite me to go hang out with the band and a few others, nothing crazy, just a laid back get together in someone’s backyard.
Nowadays, I get the occasional text from Josh of a funny picture or just a “How are you?” The conversation usually ends within a few short texts and I’ve begin to understand that he is just moving on and while I’m not saying I’m stuck, I’m just not going anywhere far.
It had been a few weeks since our last little conversation, I knew he was going on be leaving for tour in the next week so I sent him a quick text.

“Josh! I can’t believe this is all happening for you! I’m so proud of you! Stay safe, have fun, & don’t do drugs! Kidding, I’ll miss you, send me some cool pictures of places I’ll never go! Lol”

I really didn’t expect a text back, I can only imagine how busy they are getting ready for their first huge tour.
I pack up my camera and three different lenses and hop in my car to meet my first client downtown. Once I get there I scope out the downtown area for different spots to shoot the newlywed couple that would be showing up any minute.
I switch out my lenses and pull my phone out of my back pocket to check the time, surprised by the multiple texts received by Josh I quickly unlock my phone and wonder if everything is ok.

The first text - “Hey! It’s crazy and a little scary if I’m honest! Caffeine isn’t a drug is it? Because I am already having withdrawals from our hometown coffee. I’ll send you some sick pictures! I promise!”

The second text- “Actually I have some weird questions I want to ask you, wanna come over later? We are just having a small get together one final time before we leave.”

Followed by- “Ok, you have to come! It’s going to be sick! And Tyler wants to talk to you too, don’t ask. I’ll see you tonight squishy.”

Why he calls me squishy, I will never know or understand but it’s always been my nickname with him.
I quickly send him a thumbs up emoji, my clients are scurrying over to me as they are running late.
The photoshoot goes smoothly and runs late, which I never mind and people appreciate it.
I finish packing everything up and say goodbye, I pack my car back up and pull my phone back out to plug into the charger in my car and I have more texts from Josh.
This is probably the most he has talked to me in a while I laugh to myself and open the texts.

“It’s cool if you’re busy, I know you’re wanted lol. But maybe we can get lunch or something before we leave. If you want, just let me know when and where.”

“Tyler is insisting you come tonight! I mean I’m cool either way but I don’t think Tyler is.”

“Alright last text till I hear back sorry for bugging!”

I text him back before driving off, “I’m on my way! I had a shoot downtown lol, tell Tyler to give Jenna her panties back. Sheesh.”

I send it and drive over to Josh’s house.
It takes me about 25 minutes to get there, by the time I pull up there is barley any parking, I freshen up my makeup in the car and reapply my lipstick. I step out and lock my car doors behind me.
I get a nervous feeling, there are a lot more people here than our average ‘get togethers’ and more than likely I will only know a small handful of people.
I take a deep breath and open the door.

I’m instantly greeted by unfamiliar faces, I smile and try to squeeze between people and make my way to the backyard.

“Squishy!” Josh’s voice rings out from the kitchen.

I make my way over to him and he pulls me into a tight hug, he keeps his arm draped over my shoulder as he introduces me to the people around.
I hope he doesn’t expect me to remember any of these names though.
Tyler comes over to the other side of Josh and rests his head on his shoulder, one of the people step back and hold their phone up to snap a picture, Josh nudges me and I quickly cover my face with both my hands.
The group of people start throwing compliments to the picture as Josh had made that scrunchy face and Tyler is being Tyler and I simply have my face covered.

“Pretty sick.” Josh laughs as he looks at it.


The night goes on and Josh and Tyler are busy mingling, I found an open spot at a table in the backyard. I sat there and sipped on some water waiting to find a free moment to tell them both bye but it never came.
I was flipping through pictures on my phone when Tyler takes a seat next to me, I jump in my seat and he places his hand on my shoulder.

“Chill, it’s just me.” He laughs.

“Sorry, just a little tired. How are you though? I feel like I haven’t gotten to really talk to you guys.” I slip my phone into my back pocket.

“Honestly, scared. Like what if no one shows up? Or if people hate us live?” He puts his head down on the table.

I pat my hand on his back, “Tyler, you know people love you guys and aren’t all the shows sold out? I promise you guys will do just fine. After the first show of the tour al these feeling subside.”

“Thanks.” He says with his head still down, “I actually wanted to talk to you about something.” He sits up and looks at me.

“What?” I look away, “You are making me nervous, what is it?” I push his shoulder back.

“Ok, really. I’m just going to blurt it out.” He takes a deep breath in, “Will you come with us?”

“What!” I laugh out loud, “For what? Why? Are you serious?” I laugh even more.

“As out photographer! We need one, the one we had ditched us yesterday. You know us, our personalities and you are really good.” His look is serious now.

“Tyler, I can’t just leave for a year what about my clients I have scheduled already!” I’m not sure if I am trying to reason with him or myself.

“We have three people willing to pick them up and they can’t charge a penny more than you.” He places his hand on my shoulder again, “Just, just try the first month and if you hate it then no hard feelings. We will even find a back up for after a month if you call it quits. Come on? Please?”

I roll my eyes at his pleads, “Fine. I’ll give it one month.”

He pulls me in for a hug and then stands on the table, he screams out Josh’s name and he appears from the crowd, “She said yes Josh! She’s down for the first month!”

Josh screams out and runs over to me, I cover my face out of embarrassment and he wraps me in a huge hug, “Squishy is going on tour!”

That night I went home and started packing, they were leaving in three days so i didn’t have much time to get things in order.
I packed almost all of my clothes, blankets, pillows and every kind of toiletries.
The days passed quickly, I made sure every client was taken care of for the next month and I had to join in on the last few meetings to go over rules and boundaries.
They had provided me with another set of camera lenses specific for concerts and shows, which I was grateful for because I mainly did weddings.


The first day of tour arrived, I got introduced to the team probably three times in one day. We all hopped on the bus and the crew put our bags away.
All three of us sat there in silence as the bus started rolling.

“You guys are going to do great, you know that right.” I run my hand up and down Josh’s back in a comforting manner, “We should be celebrating you two!” I stand up and open the fridge and pull out three Red Bulls.

The first week of tour has passed, it’s hectic.
The energy Josh and Tyler throw out is really the only thing that gets me through the shows and then whatever is planned after the shows.
I have to run behind them on the stage for almost the entire concert, laying on the ground, getting too close to the grabby fans at times.
The mornings are usually really early, they have interviews to get to or just a new location to check into. Then the setup process and anything in the meantime.
I am there to capture every moment of this tour and I actually am loving it.
One of the crew members has been incredibly helpful, he always helps carry my film bag around and always has a water for me, sometimes a few waters if its an outside venue.

It was Sunday night, the last show of the first week.
It was an outside venue with a huge tent type covering. I was leaning against the side railing messing around with my lenses for the lighting.
Josh and Tyler were over by the piano and I snapped a few photos of them to test it out.
Kris, my new tour friend came up behind me and offered me a water.
He stayed there and helped me with some things in my bag and carried them behind the thick curtain.
We stayed back there and I was working a few different angles from the slit in the curtain and Kris was helping me find new angles that maybe involved less running.

“I don’t know about that Kris guy. He seemed cool but now he might be shady.” Josh’s tone was annoyed.

“What are you talking about? He is a huge help! Especially to out new born baby deer photographer.” Tyler laughs, “I feel bad sometimes that she has to run miles across the stage.”

Kris and I look at each other in shock at what Josh had just said, I shake my head towards Kris as he was going to get up and leave, he stays and sits with me as we listen.

“She doesn’t need help. I mean, we could help her if she needed it.” I can hear Josh pacing the floor slowly.

“Dude, when do we have time to help her? It’s not like he is clicking the button on the camera, he is just carrying her bags and making sure she doesn’t die of dehydration.” Tyler chuckles again.

“I don’t know, man. I don’t like him hanging on her like that.” Josh groans.

“Wait.” Tyler grabs Josh’s shoulder, “Oh, my God! You’re in love with her!”

Josh doesn’t say a thing, Kris and I have been sitting in silence but all of a sudden it became awkward.
We both stand up quietly and I nod to him to go ahead while I stay and listen.

“Since when dude? I had my thoughts about it but you hid it so well!” Tyler sits back down on his piano bench.

“I don’t know, for a little bit. I figured with tour I could come back and go back to being best friends but then you mentioned her coming with and I have to admit, I was stoked about it.” He lets out a sigh, “I haven’t even hung out with her in so long.”

“Well, if I had no idea I know she has no idea.” Tyler shrugs.

I go to get up and I stand quietly, I take a few small steps and sneeze. My heart drops.

“What the hell!” Tyler laughs as he pulls the curtain back, “Well she knows now.”

I cover my face as I come from behind the curtains.

“What were you doing back there?” Josh questions with his cheeks red.

“I was trying to get new angles from behind the curtain, it would mean less running but you guys started talking and I started listening. Im, I’m really sorry.”

“For once, I’m going to stay out of this.” Tyler walks off the stage with a light laugh.

“Josh, why didn’t you ever say anything? I never even thought..” He cuts me off.

“You never thought of me like that, I know. I understand why. You are worth so much more and for someone so much better.” He takes a seat on Tyler’s piano bench.

I stand in front of him and put my hands on either side of his face, “I was going to say, I never thought you thought of me like that because I always have loved you but i really am in love with you.” I close my eyes and let out a sigh of relief.

He looks up at me, his yellow hair matted and curly, his eyes deep brown. He doesn’t say a word, he pulls my waist close to him as he stands up and he presses his lips to mine.
My hands fall around his neck and our kiss grows passionate.

“Atta boy!” Tyler laughs out from behind the curtain.

I quickly burry my face in Josh’s chest with my hands covering the sides of my face.
Josh laughs and wraps his arms around me, he kisses the top my head, “Tyler will now be jealous the rest of tour and will refuse to leave us alone.”

Yandere!LeviXListener
Cody (asklevivoice), Michaela Laws
Yandere!LeviXListener

**I REALLY RECOMMEND THAT YOU LISTEN TO THIS WITH STEREO HEADPHONES!!! (seriously, you will NOT regret it)**

Let me explain: I was REALLY REALLY bored and my friends were talking about listener audio stuff so I decided to write some listener scripts. Suddenly, the word YANDERE came up and I could not help myself.

BIG GIGANTIC HUUUUUUUUUUUGE Thank you to Cody (asklevivoice.tumblr.com) for voicing my Yandere!Levi script! Gunna be honest: He is my headcanon voice for Levi so when he agreed to do this for me, I went bonkers fangirl style. GO GIVE HIM SOME WELL-DESERVED LOVE.

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Corporal Levi - Cody (asklevivoice)
Script/Mix by Michaela Laws

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Enjoy~~~ (Follow along with the audio with YOUR script~)

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YOUR SITUATION: You and Corporal Levi are romantically together! YAY! HOWEVER, Levi has called you to his office to talk about your interaction with Eren at dinner. Things get heated with his obsession over you.

(You knock on Levi’s office door.)

State your name and business. (You state your name and say that he called you to his office. You hear him walk to the door and see him open it for you.) Enter. (You walk in, but after a few steps, you hear Levi close the door… and LOCK it.) Sit down. (You try to ask what’s going on, but Levi interrupts you.) I said. Sit down. Cadet. I merely locked the door so no one disturbs us.

(You do as you’re told and hear him walk up around you to stand in front of you to question you.)

Do you have any idea what you were doing, cadet? (You look up at him, confused at what he meant.) Don’t play dumb with me. What do you think you were doing with the brat? (You ask if he was referring to Eren.) Yes. The Brat, Eren. What were you doing with him? (You still don’t understand and you say so, causing him to give you a little.. chuckle.)

You don’t understand?.. Heh, then let me help you remember. In the mess hall, today, you sat with your squad as usual, instead of with me, which I clearly gave you orders to do now that we’re together. I was going to let that go, but then you had to go and do something stupid.

Tell me, who did you sit next to? (It… was… Eren.)

(Suddenly Levi leans in to whisper in your ear.) So, not only did you insult me by not sitting with me, you had the gall to sit by the brat and have a good ol’ time talking to him, huh?

(Levi suddenly tackles you to the floor, hovering above you.) You do realize that I am your commanding officer, right cadet? (You say “Yessir” like the good cadet you are.) Then, as your commanding officer, I command you to never interact with Eren Jaeger again. This goes for all the boys in your trainee squadron as well. I don’t want ANY of them remotely near you and if I find any hint that tells me otherwise… (Levi leans in and whispers in your ear once more.) I will not hesitate to lock you in this room and punish you.

(You question why.) Why? Because I care for you and want you to be safe. Those boys are just a pack of wolves, just waiting for you to be vulnerable and weak enough to strike. I’ve seen you at practice. Every time you pair up with any of them, they always manage to overpower you. I am making sure they don’t, since you’re mine. I won’t allow them to dirty you with their filthy hands.. I love you and will not let you be touched by ANYONE, even if that means locking you away in here where only I can interact with you.

Do you understand, cadet?