you asked for 21

Reblog this and in the tags write how old you were when you first started liking 1D and who your favourite was, and how old you are now and who your favourite is now.

I grew up thinking that in order to live a happy life, I had to get good grades and go to a prestigious university and get a highly paid job. But as I grew older I began to realise that in order to life a happy life, I had to choose it for myself and not live a life that others expect of me, whether it be your parents, teachers or friends. This is your life.

I made a decision that I didn’t want to be successful and live in a big house with fancy cars in the drive. So, I packed my bags and got out of this little town that had suffocated me for the last 18 years and drank coffee in small shops in Germany, chased the Horizon in Australia, woke up with a mountain view in Singapore. How beautiful is it to know that your feet have walked the grounds of many different countries and your skin has felt the air of many busy cities.

Please darling, do not get lost in society’s belief that you are only successful if you have a well paid job, like I once had. As humans, we are going to die, that is one thing we are guaranteed in life. What will you care about the most while lying on your death bed, your fancy cars, big house? Or the stories and experience you have encountered on the journey of this beautiful thing called life?

So there’s one thing I ask of you: please travel. Whether you’re 21 or 49. It is never too early nor too late so see the beautiful world.

—  i-wonder-lust 

(( not to be the constant killjoy on this blog but uhh just a reminder that the characters on this blog are…adults. i know they’re adorable and y'all love them but please don’t talk to them like they’re children, because they aren’t. i don’t want them being patronised or infantilised and they don’t want that either :/// )

- mod anyssa

bad boy josh / dancer tyler

josh propositions tyler and exploits his flexibility. also worked a jockstrap kink in because you know, why not (for a request) ;-p

ps - i know i have a huge surplus of bottom tyler and i said i’d do some bottom josh, don’t think i forgot. 

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when josh got off from work, it was his job to pick up his younger sister from ballet practice. it was in a somewhat shady part of the city, and she was not allowed to take the bus home because it would be getting dark by the time her class was over. his mom never understood the dyed hair, the make up, tattoos, and piercings. But she figured it was the least josh could do, was use his intimidating looks to protect his sister and allow her to fulfill her dream. 

josh was a high school drop out in his early twenties. he never really outgrew his rebellious phase. his parents wanted him to go to college, so instead he picked up a full-time job as a bartender to support his bachelor pad, supplementing his income selling drugs. they also wanted him to find a girl and settle down and have a family. but instead he got drunk every weekend, bringing strange guys home to fuck before practically shoving them out the door. he had been to jail a few times for petty crimes, mostly to do with misdemeanors, drugs, or stealing. but he worked out and fought dirty, so no one fucked with him.  

josh’s phone buzzed when he was standing outside having a smoke before getting in his car. he sighed when he seen the text was from his sister, and he realized he was running late. he dropped the cigarette on the ground and stomped it before getting in his beat up car and driving to the city. it was a friday, so he was beyond tired from the work week and ready to party. but this was his last obligation. 

sorry sis, just lost track of time 

josh texted while parked at a red light. a car behind him honked as soon as the light turned green. so josh rolled down his window to flip off the cunt, then turned his music up. 

josh pulled up beside the building to see his sister standing next to a guy he never seen before. he parked and took in the guy’s appearance, finding it hard to peel his eyes from him. his sister waved, which broke him out of his trance. then he realized she was walking to his car with the guy. 

“thanks josh. oh, by the way, this is tyler. is it alright if you give him a ride home? his mom forgot to pick him up.” she asked. josh looked at tyler, a tall, thin boy with soft lips, doe eyes, and dark features. his expression looked vulnerable and apologetic, maybe even a little scared. 

“yeah i guess” josh answered with a shrug, “get in.” 

josh’s sister got in the front seat, and he watched in the rear view mirror as tyler climbed into the back. he looked down timidly and blushed when he caught josh’s piercing eyes staring at him in the mirror.  

“thank you, josh, f-for the ride” tyler said politely. josh nodded to him in the mirror before starting his car. 

“so how old are you, tyler?” josh asked after a few minutes of driving. 

“i’ll be 21 december 2nd” tyler answered, curious as to why josh was asking. josh did the math in his head, realizing tyler wouldn’t be old enough to drink for another 2 months. 

“why do you ask?” tyler asked finally, smiling a little. josh’s sister felt slightly awkward with her big brother hitting on her friend. but tyler didn’t seem to be aware at all. josh smiled at him, playfully winking through the mirror. 

“i guess getting you drunk is out, for now at least” josh mumbled. his sister made a disgusted look and turned to face tyler. 

“i’m sorry he’s like this. he can be kind of forward” she apologized. tyler just shook his head, his cheeks still flushed. 

“it’s fine. how old are you, josh?” tyler asked. josh liked how this guy seemed to be awfully bold for wearing a floral kimono and tights. 

“i turned 24 a few months ago.” josh answered. 

“oh, i like older men” tyler joked. josh felt a rush of something he hadn’t known existed at tyler’s voice. maybe because it was the first time in a while he’s picked up on someone without being drunk. 

“yeah, well i like younger men,” josh said. “would you like to check out my place instead? i got video games and weed.”

“oh my god josh, are you actually bribing him?” his sister asked, appalled at how this was going. she’d never seen this pliant side of tyler. 

“wow. i’ve never smoked weed, but do you have mario kart? i love mario kart” tyler said, bouncing in his seat a little. he was warming up to josh quickly. 

“yeah, i have mario kart. so you down?” josh asked glancing between tyler’s beautiful reflection and the street. 

“umm…..okay, i’m down! i’ll just text my mom and tell her i’ll be at a friend’s” tyler said. josh smiled at his innocence, and his sister just crossed her arms and stared out the window. 

josh dropped his sister off at home, and she gave him a warning look. she knew of josh’s fuckboy ways and didn’t like the idea of innocent tyler being swept into it. she knew tyler was sensitive at heart, and probably looked up to josh in a way for being a badass. she really didn’t want him to be some hook-up and get his heart broken. 

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josh asked tyler if he was hungry, which his reply was that he was starving, but he could only have salad with lean protein. josh gave him a funny look, but ordered the grilled chicken salad for tyler and a quarter pounder with cheese for himself. 

“so what’s with that? are you always so strict with what you eat? i mean you’re already pretty thin” josh said, looking over him with concern. 

“yeah, there are strict guidelines that i have to maintain a certain weight and train hard. i can’t have my system clogged up with junk. it’s just part of it” tyler answered, shrugging. josh took a huge bite of his burger. 

“so how do you train, isn’t it just twirling in tutu’s ‘n shit?” josh asked with his mouth still full. tyler shot him an appalled look and josh laughed. 

“i do NOT wear a tutu. males just wear tights, thank you very much” 

“you don’t mind your junk showing like that? you know people are checking you out” josh asked, grinning at him. tyler rolled his eyes. 

“dude, you really have no idea, do you?” tyler asked. 

“what do you mean?” 

“i wear a jockstrap, so it’s not like too obvious. also i need to wear tights so i can stretch and move freely.” tyler explained. josh almost crashed the car with the images tyler was putting into his head and he just let out a little “hmm”. 

at josh’s place, josh offered tyler to sit on the shabby but comfortable sofa in front of the t.v. “it’s not much, but it’s my own. i’ll turn on the game” josh said. when tyler turned his back to take off his kimono, josh got his first look at tyler’s long, slender legs and ass in those tights and his jaw dropped. he wanted to run his hands over them, but he went back to focusing on the game before tyler seen him staring. tyler took off his sweaty shirt as well, draping it over the arm of the sofa. josh turned around to see tyler’s body on full display for him. 

“fuck” josh grunted, taking in tyler’s lean frame and tattoos. from how tyler looked in clothes, he never would’ve pictured him to have tattoos or any kind of tone. tyler flushed, eyes glossy as josh shamelessly eye-fucked him. josh’s gaze rested on the sizable bulge between his thighs. 

“goddamn” josh reiterated, “well let me see you in that jock strap.” josh said in a deeper voice. tyler stood up, giving a slow striptease as he pulled his tights off. josh’s breath hitched at the sight of the happy trail and bush peaking out at the top of the waistband being pulled down slightly by tyler’s interested dick. josh sat back on his knees, palming himself. 

“turn around, let me see that ass” josh said, and tyler laughed softly. he did as he was told, turning his back to josh and letting him see how the strap framed his firm, round ass. josh let out a low growl, palming himself harder. 

“we’ll play the game, but you’re wearing nothing but this” josh said.

“what about you?” tyler asked, turning back to face him and sitting back down. josh pulled his t-shirt up over his head and took off his ripped jeans, tossing them aside. 

“that’s better. so much better, wow” tyler said, grinning and settling back as josh sat next to him in his briefs. he handed tyler a remote and they started a game. 

after losing to tyler for a 4th round, josh asked tyler if he’d like something to drink. 

“just water, thanks” tyler answered. he watched josh get up and walk to his kitchen, checking out his muscular back. josh came back with a bottle of water and also handed tyler a joint. 

“what’s this for?” tyler asked, holding it between his thumb and forefinger. 

“are you kidding? put this in your lips and suck, then inhale the smoke” josh said. 

“well i never smoked before” 

“you’ll like it, i promise” josh said, lighting his own joint and taking a puff in front of tyler. josh held the lighter up to tyler’s and lit the end of the joint. tyler inhaled, taking as much as he could. but it burned, so he started coughing. josh put his hand on his back, rubbing up and down.

“you okay? here, take a drink.” josh said, and opened tyler’s water for him, holding it to his lips. tyler drank the water, eyes still closed and put his hand on josh’s to signal he was done. finally tyler opened his eyes to look at josh, and josh started giggling.

“what?” tyler asked, sounding confused. he stared at josh’s face, really taking in his features for the first time. it hit him that he was sitting almost naked next to a very attractive man who was also almost naked. and he wanted to kiss him. 

“you are so fucking high. your eyes are bloodshot” josh said. game forgotten, tyler made his move, crashing his lips to josh’s. he slipped his tongue into josh’s mouth, desperately sucking and moaning at his taste. josh rubbed tyler’s thighs as he moved to straddle his lap. he continued kissing along josh’s jawline and down his neck. 

“damn baby, this seems to bring out the freak in you” josh laughed, running his fingers through tyler’s hair as he placed kisses along his collarbone and shoulder. 

“i want you to fuck me, josh. i want you to choke me” tyler whispered, grazing his fingers down josh’s pec. josh grabbed tyler’s ass and hoisted him up, laying him back against the couch. 

“you want me to do this, huh” josh said, bringing his large hand around tyler’s neck. tyler stared into his eyes, feeling completely helpless in the best way. josh settled between tyler’s thighs, kissing him while tightening his hand. 

“is it too tight?” josh asked, to which tyler immediately shook his head ‘no’. josh continued kissing tyler’s swollen lips, relishing in the small whimpers and moans pouring out of them. tyler was beginning to feel lightheaded and started grinding up against josh for friction. josh groaned against tyler’s mouth, biting his bottom lip. he could feel how hard tyler was, how turned on he was by what josh was doing. 

“you like that? fuck, baby boy” josh said, making tyler whine. he continued grinding their crotches together and brought his fingers to tyler’s lips. 

“suck” josh whispered. tyler licked and sucked josh’s fingers, moaning and making a show of it. if josh’s heavy breathing was any sign, his intentions were working. 

“how do you want to be fucked?” josh asked, staring intently into tyler’s eyes. 

“daddy” tyler whispered, gazing back lovingly and placing his hands on josh’s arms. josh’s eyebrows shot up at this name. 

“oh that’s it. let’s see how flexible my little freak is” josh said, pushing his own briefs down and shoving tyler’s knees up to his head. tyler hooked his arms around the backs of his knees, holding them there. josh muttered something before spitting on his fingers and spreading it over his cock. 

“mmmmm, yes daddy” tyler moaned as the head of josh’s cock nudged against his hole, beginning to sink in. josh’s mouth fell open as he inched his way to the hilt, hips pressing against tyler’s ass. 

“so tight, unbelievable” josh huffed as he entered tyler over and over. he went slowly from tip to base so they could feel every inch of each other. josh lifted tyler’s ass up, bending him more. to josh’s surprise, tyler put his feet behind his head. josh continued fucking him like that, going a little harder. 

“right there, oh god daddy yesss” tyler whined. josh’s eyes widened and he sped up, hitting that same spot inside him again and again. he grabbed the hem of tyler’s jockstrap, pulling it down to reveal his rock hard dick and grasping it. he dipped his finger through tyler’s pre-cum, spreading it down his shaft and playing with him while pounding his ass harder. 

“alright baby, i wanna see that ass” josh said, remaining deep inside tyler and kissing his lips. tyler kissed back, letting his legs back down and running his fingers through josh’s hair. 

“okay daddy” tyler answered, flipping over on his stomach once josh pulled out. josh snapped tyler’s jockstrap, causing tyler to whimper and buck his ass up. he grabbed tyler’s ass cheeks, pulling them apart and licking over tyler’s hole. 

“such a good boy for me” josh muttered, pulling tyler’s hips up for more access. tyler begged josh for more, rocking back, but josh held him still and bit his ass cheek. 

“who’s in charge here?” josh asked, hearing tyler let out a sigh and halting his efforts. 

“you are daddy” tyler answered submissively. 

“that’s right” josh said, going back to eating tyler out while stroking his own cock. he reached around to squeeze tyler’s dick through the jockstrap and didn’t stop eating him until he felt tyler trembling. he also knew tyler was close because he was moaning louder.

“shhhh baby do you want everyone to know you’re being fucked like a little slut?” josh asked, placing kisses up tyler’s back and rubbing his hips. 

“yes, daddy i’m you’re slut and i want everyone to know it” tyler answered. josh appreciated his honesty, laughing slightly at his attitude. 

“well come here, i want you to ride me. i wanna see what you can do with that hot little body” josh said, turning tyler back to face him and laying back. tyler seen this as his opportunity to take control and worship josh the way he wanted to so badly. he rested his knee between josh’s legs, leaning over to kiss him before licking and sucking josh’s nipple. 

“show me what those pretty lips can do to me baby, come on” josh urged him.

“oh i will” tyler answered, traveling his way down and planting little kisses to josh’s heaving stomach. he got to josh’s briefs, sucking his cock out through the hole with his mouth. josh moaned in surprise, grabbing and tugging on tyler’s hair which caused him to suck more aggressively. he massaged josh’s balls through his briefs and gripped the base of his cock, pulling his mouth off josh’s with an exaggerated pop. he let the excess spit building up in his mouth spill over josh’s dick, spreading it up and down while relishing in josh’s satisfied grunts. 

“somebody knows what they’re doing. somebody’s had some practice” josh said, gazing at tyler’s face as he tongued at the tip of his dick. 

“am i a naughty boy, daddy?” tyler asked, positioning himself where one knee was on the couch beside josh’s legs, and the other leg was hooked over the back of the couch. josh thought the way tyler’s legs were spread looked painful, but tyler didn’t seem to mind at all. he reached behind to grab josh’s cock and ease down on it. 

“ooh you are a naughty boy. i might have to spank you” josh said, biting his bottom lip and grunting when tyler began moving his hips up and down. tyler’s head fell back, supporting himself on josh’s knees while riding his cock. josh started caressing tyler’s stomach, thighs, and dick that was falling out of his jockstrap. josh thrust up to meet him, shocking a loud moan out of him. 

“so sexy, baby boy” josh praised, holding tyler’s ass and thrusting up. when tyler leaned forward, josh took the hint and wrapped his arms around tyler’s waist, fucking up into him. tyler moaned and sucked hickies into josh’s neck, feeling his orgasm about to peak. both were panting, sweating, and rocking back and forth with each other. 

“ohhhh i’m gonna cum, daddy” tyler moaned urgently. 

“go for it, baby boy” josh encouraged, tapping tyler’s ass and continuously fucking him.

“josh, daddy, oh my god, so good” tyler babbled incoherently. he lasted maybe 5 more thrusts before he was spilling everywhere, making a mess. josh felt tyler still and something warm and wet dripping onto his skin. 

“did my naughty little boy cum for me? jesus you are so fucking hot” josh praised, continuing to ram into him. he turned tyler’s face to his and they kissed as josh reached his peak, cumming deep in tyler’s ass. tyler continued grinding on his cock while kissing him, and josh held onto his ass like he owned it. 

“you should stay the night” josh suggested. tyler broke from the kiss. 

“really?” tyler asked, staring at him with a dopey smile. 

“yes, it’s late. we can shower in the morning. um…would you be down for round 2 after more mario kart?” 

“um, sure!” tyler said, laughing. they both sat back up, resuming their game at lap 5. 

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sometimes i forget how much of a dramatic hoe reiji is

Be mine, angel - Sirius Black x Reader


Request
: Hey sweetie I just read your last Sirius writing and I got the idea of him x reader where she is the most wanted girl in the school but suprisingly doesn’t attend the yull ball and Sirius (bc he loves her) then goes to her room and find her crying?💞💞💞💞 
Warnings: swearing? a bit? My English.
Pic isn’t mine. Credits to its original owner.


It was a bit annoying.  Not that you weren’t enjoying it, but after a while it just became tiring. You had to decline an invitation to a date almost three times a day. Some of them were really persistent; They would ask you out almost every day just to receive a forced smile and a no, no thank you. You were known to be the female version on the school’s heartbreaker, but not exactly. You didn’t sleep around with everyone. Actually, you have never said yes to anyone. And that’s because you only wanted one person. That heartbreaker. His name was a synonym for one-night-stand and other even less complemental things. You, however, never gave a single sign that you were interested. You liked your heart whole and not in pieces, thank you very much.
You were about to join the conversation that was held among your friends-more like Lily being overdramatic about James, but you understood her very well-when someone, a cute Hufflepuff, walked right in front of you.
“Hello” you greeted him. You knew where the whole thing would lead but being rude to someone was not your thing. Well, not always. If anyone, anyone at all was all over your friends for any reason, you were fierce, like a tiger protecting her babies. It was just your nature.
“Hello Y/N” he addressed you kindly. He was really cute, handsome even. There was one problem though. He wasn’t him. It would be really selfish of you to date people like understudies because you couldn’t have the one you wanted. It wasn’t fair.
“Would you like to go out on a date with me? Hogsmeade maybe?” he asked you with hope burning in his eyes. You took a deep breath. It wasn’t exactly easy to decline everyone.
“You are sweet. Thank you, really. But I have to say no. Sorry” you said sweetly, with a sympathetic smile. You really didn’t mean to hurt his feelings. He smiled back at you, a bit sad.
“It’s okay. See you” he waved you goodbye while he was walking away. You hmphed. You hadn’t noticed that the guys were standing right behind you, having witnessed the whole scene. Therefore, when you turned around, expecting to find Lily and Marlene, you slightly jumped in surprise.
“Hello, boys” you cooed. You wouldn’t admit, really, but you tried to flirt with him in a subtle way in every chance given. You all walked towards the Great Hall in order to eat breakfast. Yes, your first decline was before 8. It was going to be a big day.
“Hello, love. Tell me something. How does it feel to break hearts?” Sirius asked you mockingly. You weren’t that innocent to drop it.
“Why don’t you answer that yourself, love?” you said, emphasizing the last word, almost spelling it out loud, voice like honey. He smirked. Merlin, you loved that smirk of his. Just as every other girl.
“Where have you been all my life?” he asked flirtily. That was just your thing. You would flirt with each other shamelessly but it would stop about there.
“Hiding from you” you said in a fake sweet tone while you batted your eyelashes once and pierced his eyes with your look. The guys laughed but he wasn’t going to stop yet. Lily was eyeing you knowingly. You knew that she believed that you should stay away from him. In all honesty, you had tried it. And failed. Miserably.
 “Go on, don’t be shy, babe. Ask me out” he winked at you. You smiled innocently and played with a strand of your hair.
“Okay” you answered while smiling wider. He was taken aback. You took a deep breath pretending to be stressed out.
“Get out” you said, dropping the smile and the fake tone and showing him the exit.
Marlene snorted. For a second, you thought that he looked hurt, but nah.
“Padfoot, stop flirting. Let us eat breakfast in peace” Remus asked pleadingly. He was trying to read a book at the same time. You smiled apologizingly towards him.
“I’m not flirting. I’m just being extra nice to someone who is extra attractive” Sirius informed him wiggling his eyebrows, causing Peter to choke on his porridge.
For a while you ate in silence, secretly thanking Merlin. You poured some milk into your coffee, bringing to your lips, taking a sip.
“I know milk does good for the body but damn girl, how much did you drink?”. You choked. He grinned triumphantly.


You had learned that a Ball would take place here, in Hogwarts. Christmas Eve. Your days were getting more and more annoying. You couldn’t recall how many times you’ve had answered a simple ‘no’ because it was exhausting. And today was the day your heart broke, the day of the ball. You were sitting alongside Remus in the common room. He was reading a book and you were thinking and dozing off while staring at the fire.
“I am going to the ball with Black!” Marlene exclaimed too happy to notice your strained face. It was like all air left your lungs. You wanted to be happy for her, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel. Anything. Everything was such a blur. You were numb. You couldn’t believe you were so stupid to actually think he would ever look at you like that. But why Marlene? Why your friend?
“Hey. Y/N! Aren’t you excited?” Lily asked you beaming herself. She had said yes to James. Everyone was happy. Happy. You took a deep breath and shook that word out of your mind.
“I am! You girls have fun!” you said with a fake smile that only Remus got. He furrowed his eyebrows but soon his eyes widened momentarily as he probably came to the same realization you had, three years ago. He looked at you with the question burning in his eyes. You just nodded with the slightest movement. He wouldn’t sell you out.  Thankfully nobody understood that you weren’t about to go.  
“Have fun Rem” you wished him as you stood up, leaving the common room, heading to your dorm. The girls were probably in Lily’s room so you would be alone. Remus tried to call you but you didn’t respond. You just kept going.  Oh, Merlin.  It was going be one hell of a night. In a very bad way.


You could hear the giggles and the laughs. You could almost taste the sappy sappy romance. You could sense the tension between some couples. The sexual tension, that is. But you couldn’t see because of the tears. It had hit you. All those boys asking you out… they never truly liked you. They liked the way you looked. Looks fade fast. Not one… not even one had ever bothered to actually meet you. To talk to you. To befriend you. No one. They just wanted the body. But you weren’t a body. You were a soul, a mind, a heart, feelings, emotions, thoughts. A mess. A chaos. And no one could handle you. He may have stabbed you but you handed him the knife. You showed him where your weak spots are. This was your fault. You should have listened to Lily and stay away. Now it’s really too late. Too late.
The door slammed open, revealing a rather worried Sirius. The day was getting better and better by the second. You hid your face in your palms. You were sitting on your bed, knees to your chest and- you were a mess.
He closed the door behind him. You wanted to scream at him to get out, but your mouth wouldn’t obey.
“What’s wrong love?” he asked you. He came closer, sat on the bed next to you.
“Stop it. Please” you whispered. You couldn’t keep pretending. Him, calling you love?
“Stop what love?”. His voice revealed concern. Why did he care?
“CALLING ME LOVE” you snapped, tears staining your cheeks, lips trembling, hair falling out of your messy bun. You couldn’t stop now.
“Stop calling me love. Flirting with me. Smirking. Laughing. Smiling. Touching me. Stop being in my life. Just stop. Go to Marlene and leave me alone” you whispered-yelled. You were sobbing. Hard. He was taken aback.  
“You’re jealous?” he asked indiscriminately but there was something more.
“YES I AM JEALOUS! I am in love with you, you moron. I can’t stand the fact that you’re flirting and sleeping with everyone and that you are with Marls now. She is my friend, Sirius. My friend. Why her? You could any girl you wanted. Why her?”. The words flew before you could contain them.
“Because I couldn’t have you. Or so I thought. Because of you, my reality is better than my dreams” he breathed out, voice low and sincere. He grabbed your legs, wrapped one of his arms around your waist, making you sit on his lap, straddling him. His other hand cupped your cheek, his thumb wiping off your tears away. He gripped your chin, forcing your head up.
“Did you know there are 21 letters in the alphabet?” he asked you, with a playful smile. You blinked.
“There are 26” you answered pouting.
“Oh right I always forget U R A Q T”* he concluded and you cracked a smile. He beamed.
“There it is. My favorite curve. Well…” he trailed off. He squeezed your bum and you let out a laugh.
“Be mine, angel”.

*U R A Q T= You are a cutie (just in case!)

“What about this one?” You asked, dusting the bottom of the sundress off before bending down to make sure your phone wasn’t going to slide off the desk. 

This one’s pretty as well. Very summery.” Harry hummed, the screen freezing for a split second before he was moving again. Since Harry was in the middle of traveling to promote his upcoming album, the two of you had been Facetiming whenever possible. You were going out to lunch with Y/F/N today, and Harry usually helped you pick out an outfit. (As much as you hated to admit it, Harry was far more fashion forward that you were.)

“You said that about everything so far!” You whined, placing your hands on your hips as you gave your boyfriend a pointed look. 

It’s not my fault you look pretty in everything!” Harry giggled, poking his tongue out at you. “Wha’ about tha’ floral crop top button-up thing you bought the other day?” 

“It’s in the wash.” You sighed, reaching behind you to unzip the dress before turning to look through your closet again. “Can I borrow one of your shirts?” 

Why?? You’ve got plenty of clothes, love.” 

“Your shirts are softer for some reason.” It could have been the fact that Harry’s shirts were from Yves Saint Laurent or Gucci, whereas a lot of your clothes came from H&M or Forever 21. “What’s the weather like in Paris?” You asked, stepping out of the dress before reaching up to fix the strap of your bra. There was a moment of silence where you continued rummaging through Harry’s many silky shirts before you spoke up again. “Can you hear me?” Was there crappy connection again? 

Hey… I think I like this little outfit the most.” Harry finally spoke up, a cheesy smirk on his face as he gestured to you and your half-nakedness. “New panties?” 

“Very observant of you.” You rolled your eyes playfully, reaching over to turn the phone away from your figure. 

Wha- Oi! I think I deserve a little award considering how great I’ve been with helping you choose an outfit.” 

“You didn’t help me at all, you perv!” 

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i would’ve written more buT SWEET CREATURE IS OUT 

anonymous asked:

Do you like Tom Holland? Idk why but he literally disrespects every Spider-Man before him. I saw the "Fans Guide To Spider-Man Homecoming" and he implied he's the best Spider-Man ever in film because he gets to interact with other superheroes in the MCU and I was so close to throwing my drink at my TV. Like stfu you little high pitched biscuit. Your only four years older than me and yet in still your balls haven't dropped.

Yeah I do lmao. He’s a kid having fun playing a role he’s loved since he was like 5 years old. And like there are more important things for me to expend energy being annoyed about than him promoting his film by throwing a light dusting of shade at the ones before him and claiming he’s gonna be the best 🤷🏽‍♀️

Honesty hour!!
  • 1. What is your best friends name?
  • 2. What is your favourite band?
  • 3. What are you listening to right now?
  • 4. Ever skipped class?
  • 5. Ever been to a festival?
  • 6. Ever drunk alcohol?
  • 7. Ever done drugs/smoked?
  • 8. Hows the weather right now?
  • 9. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?
  • 10. Single?
  • 11. Favorite TV show?
  • 12. Any nicknames?
  • 13. Height?
  • 14. Dream job?
  • 15. Hugs or kisses?
  • 16. Last time you cried?
  • 17. Ever cried yourself to sleep?
  • 18. Are you flexible?
  • 19. Have you ever been bullied?
  • 20. Had a boy have a crush on you?
  • 21. Are you too shy to ask someone out?
  • 22. Any piercings?
  • 23. Favorite movies?
  • 24. Favorite sport?
  • 25. What are you doing right now?
  • 26. Been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to do?
  • 27. Have you ever loved someone?
  • 28. Who would you like to see right now?
  • 29. Do you like to travel by plane?
  • 30. Are you missing someone?
  • 31. Do you have a tattoo?
  • 32. Anybody on Tumblr that you’d go on a date with?
  • 33. Are you a confident person?
  • 34. How many concerts have you been to this year?
  • 35. Do you think you’re goodlooking?
  • Yixing: Who's Lana Del Rey?
  • Sehun: Lana? She's a singer, born Elizabeth Woolridge Grant on June 21-
  • Chanyeol: Why did you have to ask that?
  • Yixing: What do you mean?
  • *three hours later*
  • Sehun: So in her short film Tropico, we had the songs, you know what I'll just show you.
  • Chanyeol: It's twenty seven minutes long, thanks Yixing.
  • Yixing: *wearing a flower crown and Lana Del Rey shirt* Wow only twenty seven minutes, this is all exiting.
Self Conclusion (Chapter Five)

Self Conclusion (Chapter One)

Self Conclusion (Chapter Two)

Self Conclusion (Chapter Three)

Self Conclusion (Chapter Four)


Jughead slept fitfully in Betty’s lap for twenty minutes before he asked to be alone again.

Betty busied herself in the kitchen baking fresh bread and cookies while Jughead napped. After an hour and a half, Betty decided to wake him up, bringing a mug of soup, slices of fresh bread and a plate full of cookies.

When Betty opened the door to her dark bedroom, Jughead was lying on her bed, facing her.

“Hi,” She murmured quietly, placing the tray down next to the laptop on her desk.

“Hi,” He answered quietly.

“I know you’re still sad, but -”

Jughead sat up quickly and shook his head. “No, no, that’s just it. I’m not sad any more, I’m pissed off.” His voice rose.

“It’ll be okay, Jug, I -”

“Will it? I-I am so angry that my face is burning up. My blood literally feels like it’s boiling a-and I’m going to be engulfed and all that will be left of me is a pile of ashes and I don’t know how to stop it!”

“Don’t let it consume you, Jughead. I know, easier said than done, but you need to take back control. Get it out of you anyway you can - take a kick boxing class, or -” She couldn’t help but notice the look of distaste on Jughead’s face. “- Or,” She said again pointedly. “Write it down in a journal like me, or write songs or poetry or start a podcast, do anything to get the anger and heat out of your body. Don’t let it burn you up.”

Jughead sighed.

Betty jutted her chin towards her laptop. “Go let it out,” She murmured.

Jughead stood up and wandered to the desk, picking up the plate of cookies instead of the laptop. He popped one in his mouth and made a face Betty couldn’t decipher.

“What? Are they okay? I just made them.”

He shoved another in his mouth and chewed quickly before answering her. “These are the best goddamn cookies I’ve ever eaten.”

Betty blushed slightly and laughed. “Slow down, there’s more in the kitchen.”

“What kind are they?” He asked as he shoved another in his mouth.

“Lemon crinkle cookies. The’re one of my favorites, too. I’ve only made them once before, so…” She trailed off, not really knowing what she wanted to say. “I’m glad you like them, though.”

Jughead sat back down next to Betty on the bed.

“It’ll make you feel better if you pour yourself into something,” Betty murmured quietly.

“I’m already starting to feel better. And actually, I-I’d like to get to know you better. Maybe finish our 21 Questions?”

Betty smiled. “Sure. I think you asked the last one, so I’ll go.”

Jughead nodded.

“When did you first start thinking about… about killing yourself?”

Jughead scratched the back of his neck. “Just like that, huh?”

“I just figured since we’re running out of time we might as well ask the real questions.” Heat crept into Betty’s cheeks.

“Okay,” Jughead nodded. “I  really don’t remember the first time I thought about it. It feels like it’s always been there, creeping in the back of my mind, and it just got louder and louder until I couldn’t ignore it anymore.”

Betty chewed on her lip.

“With every shitty hand I got dealt throughout the years, it got worse.  I’ve heard all my life that I’m a disappointment, or a failure, or a liability and my plan was to prove them all wrong. But the older I got, the more truthful it became, and the plan to prove them wrong got over-shadowed by the voice telling me to end it all instead. I’m just a big fuck-up. I’ve been bullied all my life, and fuck them, cause I don’t need people like Cheryl Blossom or Reggie Mantle in my life, but when the people who are supposed to be there for you through everything, like Archie, or my own mother start to leave, what are you supposed to do?”

“You’re not a fuck up, Jughead. I wish you could see you the way I see you.” Betty pulled Jughead’s hand into hers.

“How do you see me?” He asked quietly.

“I mean, you’ve always been the smartest person I know. And sarcastic. But you’re also the strongest person I’ve ever met. Even when we stopped talking, the way you carried yourself in school, it seemed like you were perfectly okay being by yourself because you knew you were out of everyone else’s league. And being here, now, with me? Stopping yourself from doing it? That takes courage, Jughead.”

“Then you’re courageous, too.”

Betty shook her head slowly. “No, I’m not. Sure, I go up to the Cliffs all the time, but I’m too cowardly to go through with anything.”

Jughead gripped Betty’s hands tighter. “You’re too smart to go through with anything. There’s nothing courageous about killing yourself.”

“There’s nothing courageous about this, either.” Betty murmured, opening her palm to remind him of her crescent-shaped scars.

Jughead rubbed his thumb over them. “We all have ways to dull our sharp edges, y’know?”

“How do you dull the pain?”

Jughead shrugged. “All different ways, I guess.  Did you know I once initiated a fight with Reggie just because I wanted to feel something? I was numb. So being punched in the face was better than that. Writing helps, too. You keep a journal? I’ve been writing a novel.”

“What?” Betty’s eyes lit up, a small smile forming on her lips. “That’s incredible. Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“Because if I kill myself, it’s never going to get published. If I don’t want a future, what’s the point of taking about the possibility of one?”

Betty’s eyes started to sting, tears pooling. “I’m sorry I can’t change your mind, Jughead. I know we haven’t been close lately, we haven’t talked in years, but I-I don’t want to lose you.”

Jughead opened his mouth, about to say something, then changed his mind. He closed it again. “You are one of the only people to show me kindness, you know that? And I’ll always be grateful.”

Betty squeezed his hand. “I still have 31 hours to try and change your mind.” She whispered.

“You’ve helped me more than you know, Betty.”

Betty smiled sadly. “That’s the first time you’ve said my name since the 7th grade.”

“I just can’t imagine a world where we leave this house on Sunday and go back to being friends and the rest of the world just magically melts away and the shit stops.”

“The shit might not stop, Jughead, but we could deal with the shit together. I don’t want it to go back to the way it was before - I just thought you wanted to be alone. And now I know differently, I -”

“It might kill me to get my hopes up, Betty.”

Betty cast her eyes down at their intertwined fingers. “Tell me about your mom? And Jellybean?”

“There’s not much to tell about my Mom - she tried. She kept her job at the diner for a while when Dad was working with Fred, but eventually she got fired. When I was little, she used to tell me I was “too much”, whatever that meant. It’s not like I was a hyper kid. When she took JB to Toldeo, it was as if the thought of bringing me along with her never occurred to her. It was just like her and Dad would split the kids down the middle - JB with her, me with Dad, that’s it. JB cried the morning they left, and I promised her that I would see her soon, but I haven’t seen her since that morning. That kid means more to me than anyone else.”

“I’m so sorry, Jughead. I know she misses you, though. Why not go see her?”

“I called my mom a couple weeks ago, she doesn’t have the room for me right now.” Jughead shrugged and stood up. He trudged to the laptop and pulled up Betty’s iTunes library.

“Have you ever played the Music Game?” Betty asked as she saw her music library fill the screen.

Jughead shook his head. “What’s that?”

“You answer questions with songs or song lyrics. For example, my first question: What song would you describe yourself with?”

“Uh,” Jughead faltered. “Creep by Radiohead. What about you?”

Betty thought for a second. “Gasoline by Halsey.”

“What song would you use to describe me?” Jughead asked.

“Maybe not you, but your life: The Show Must Go On by Queen. Same question.”

Jughead took a deep breath. “Not Just A Girl by She Wants Revenge.”

“I’ve never heard of it,” Betty answered sheepishly.

Jughead looked relived. “Your turn.”

“What’s the anthem of your life?”

“Wasn’t that your first question?”

“No,” Betty half-smiled. “That was a song that you would use to describe yourself. This is… this is more like a song that you feel a deep connection to, like it could’ve been written for you.”

Jughead bit his lip for a second before answering. “Degausser by Brand New.”

“Jughead,” Betty murmured sadly. She knew the song well.

“Same question.”

“Breathe Me by Sia, maybe.”

Jughead shrugged. “I’ve never heard it.”

“What song do you wish described your life?”

“My Way by Frank Sinatra.”  

“How would you describe this weekend so far?”

“It’s my turn to ask,” Jughead smirked. “But, uh, To Be Alone by Hozier.”

The heat rose to Betty’s cheeks. “Really?” She whispered.

Jughead nodded.

“Jughead? Will you do something for me?”

Jughead nodded again. He padded back over to the bed and sat next to Betty.

“When fourty-eight hours are over, will you go to a therapist? Or talk to someone? I - I really want to keep getting to know you. And you deserve to see Jellybean again.”

Jughead nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

“Really?” Tears pricked Betty’s eyes.

“Yeah. But you have to, too.”

Betty nodded. “Can I tell you something?”

“Always.”

“I had the biggest crush on you in 7th grade.”

Jughead’s mouth hung open slightly. “Really?” He felt like he was gasping for air.

Betty smiled. “Yeah.”

“Betty I’ve had a crush on you since the day we met.”

She placed her hand gently against Jughead’s cheek. Her eyes were searching his, trying to read him. She leaned forward until Jughead caught her lips between his.

It was soft, sweet, gentle.

They both needed more.

Betty ran her hand to the back of Jughead’s neck to pull him closer. Her fingers weaved with his hair, pushing his hat off his head.

His tongue moved gently against hers, moving his mouth to trail kisses along her jawline and the delicate skin behind her ear.

Betty tilted her head back. Her heart was pounding in her chest.

Jughead grazed his hand over her neck, his thumb moving softly over Betty’s soft lips. She opened her mouth to gasp as his teeth nipped at her neck, allowing his thumb to slip in between her lips. She ran her tongue over his thumb before he brought his mouth back to hers.

“Betty,” he murmured into her mouth.

She broke the kiss only to place one of her legs over Jughead’s, straddling his lap. She kissed him again, gently, running her hands down his back. She toyed with the hem of his shirt.

Jughead pulled away only to pull his shirt off. He peppered soft kisses against her jawline. He returned to her lips with a hunger, nibbling and sucking and needing more.

He brushed his hand against Betty’s stomach, curling his hand around her waist to press her body against his.

Betty raised up on her knees to have him pull her shirt off. She sank back down, shifting slightly so she was sitting on Jughead’s leg. She began to suck on Jughead’s neck, eliciting a moan from his lips. She moved her hips ever so slightly against his thigh, the friction causing the heat to pool in between her thighs.

“Betty,” Jughead murmured, lust filling his voice.

A whimper escaped Betty’s throat in response.

He ran his hands against Betty’s back, gripping her soft skin. She ground herself against Jughead’s thigh once more and pulled Jughead’s bottom lip between her teeth.

She placed her hands at the waistline of Jughead’s pants. “Do you want to?”

Hetalia birthday scenarios

Month:

January: America
February: Prussia
March: Japan
April: Russia
May: England
June: Italy
July: Spain
August: Germany
September: France
October: China
November: Romano
December: Canada

Day:

1. Gives you flowers
2. Jumps in your bed
3. Pranks you
4. Goes shopping with you
5. Sends you a hot picture of him
6. Cooks for you
7. Stalks you
8. Bought you a gift
9. Serenades you
10. Protects you
11. Asks you out
12. Jumps out of a plane and lands right in front of you
13. Throws you a surprise party
14. Locks you up in his basement
15. Writes you love letters
16. Dreams about you
17. Punches you in the face
18. Breaks into your house
19. Spies on you
20. Asks you to marry him
21. Challenges you to a duel
22. Got you drunk
23. Annoys the hell out of you
24. Wants to invade your vital regions
25. Sneaks into your room at night and watches you sleep
26. Wants to become one with you
27. Challenges you to a dance-off
28. Kidnaps you
29. Thinks about you right now
30. Is hiding under your bed
31. Would do anything for you

Zodiac sign:

Aries: Because he’s secretly in love with you
Taurus: Because he’s gone totally mad
Gemini: Because he wants you to notice him
Cancer: Because he cares about you
Leo: Because he wants to show who’s the boss
Virgo: Because you’re the only thing he can think about
Libra: Because love isn’t a simple thing
Scorpio: Because PASTA!
Sagittarius: Because you deserve it
Capricorn: Because you have no social life
Aquarius: Because you’re sexy
Pisces: Because you’re special to him

“A Reason to Shower Together” Starter Sentences

1. “Bla…We are filthy now..”

2. “I told you mus wrestling would be Awesome!”

3. “Let’s get a professional to change the oil next time..”

4. “Damn it’s cold! How about a Steam Shower?”

5. “No No No..I’ll help you with your back..”

6. “Hey, the water is nice and warm..Come join me..”

7. “Well, I told you I can’t cook…See what happens?”

8. “Well damn…I guess you can’t cook..the went everywhere..”

9. “What? Me? Walking around in this towel? It’s not like I am trying to seduce you into taking a shower with me or anything..”

10. “What’s with the towel? You trying to get me in the shower with you?”

11. “Those injuries are bad…Come on lets go wash them..”

12. “Thanks for offering to help me with my hair..”

13. “Turn around, I’ll help you with your hair..”

14. “Pfff..No, I can get my own front…Perv”

15. “Haha Yeah, wash your own front…Perv”

16. “You. Me. Shower. Cuddling. Right Now!”

17. “You were right, a Nice shower does wash away the stress of the day..”

18. “In or out? You’re letting out all the warm steam..”

19. “Hey! The shower is a serious place..we do not have tickle fights here!”

20. “Ask me anything you want..We are talking a shower together.”

21. “Come on, I’ll wash your back, and you can wash mine and we will see where things go from there..”

22. “That was a great hike and all..But now we stink..”

23. “Good work-out, lets hit the shower!”

100 Prompts List

1. “What’s a soulmate?”
2. “Are you sure you know where we’re going?”
3. “This isn’t gonna end well.”
4. “This is my stop.”
5. “When will they kiss?!”
6. “You’re in love with _____!”
7. “Are you kidding me? We’re not ‘fine’, we were never ‘fine’!”
8. “It’s like we’ve faded apart.”
9. “It’s like you don’t care anymore.”
10. “Don’t you dare touch me!”
11. “Not again, I’m not losing you again.”
12. “You had your chance.”
13. “Excuse me, I think this is your coffee.”
14. “I’m marrying ______.”
15. “So you’re taking _____’s side. Okay.”
16. “It hurt when you said you didn’t love me, but it hurt even more when you fell in love with _____.”
17. “I can’t believe I was stupid enough to fall for my best friend.”
18. “I want my best friend back.”
19. “Sorry, but _____’s gone.”
20. “My parents asked about you.”
21. “I’m sorry, but who are you?”
22. “You got her pregnant? While you were with me?”
23. “I’ll always be there for you.”
24. “You yell at me all the time. All the time. So now that I’m leaving to regret what you’ve done?”
25. “Is it so bad that I want to do something for myself for once?!”
26. “Why are we still a secret? Are you ashamed of me?”
27. “So there’s someone else on the side?”
28. “Are you drunk?” / “Were you drinking again?”
29. “What’s going on?”
30. “I’m leaving.”
31. “Don’t you dare say it. Don’t you dare say you love me.”
32. “You say you love me and that I’m the one for you but you’re still sleeping around and texting other people too.”
33. “I made a mistake.”
34. “I’m not going.”
35. “Don’t you dare walk out that door.”
36. “I wasn’t supposed to wait for you forever.”
37. “I moved on.”
38. “Run, and don’t you dare look back.”
39. “I love you and it’s terrifying.”
40. “What is this feeling?”
41. “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”
42. “When will you stop running and accept the fact that I love you?!”
43. “I think I’m on my period.”
44. “I think I’m pregnant.”
45. “Did you really mean that?”
46. “Am I not good enough?”
47. “Take care of your parents.”
48. “Come back home.”
49. “I can’t trust you anymore.”
50. “Why did you tell ___?!”
51. “These pickup lines won’t make me like you.”
52. “Leave! See if I care!”
53. “Can I paint your nails?”
54. “I’m not happy with you.”
55. “I loved you my whole life and I waited for you to notice.”
56. “What’re you hiding from me?”
57. “I don’t want to be alone right now.”
58. “I wish I could tell you.”
59. “Everyone thought it would last. I thought it would last.”
60. “A second chance? After you broke it off? In a public place?”
61. “You can’t wear that out.”
62. “I’m not leaving till you listen.”
63. “You look good in my shirt.”
64. “You look like you haven’t slept in days.”
65. “It could be worse.”
66. “Put me down!”
67. “I know this Human Phys but I know we’ve got chemistry.”
68. “What do you mean a double date?”
69. “Stop singing to children’s shows.”
70. “Do you need help with your sunscreen?”
71. “No, I insist on playing.”
72. “You, me. That cafe on 14th at 6.”
73. “I think you should stop wearing makeup.”
74. “Did you just say that to me?”
75. “I’m sorry for jumping on your back, I thought you were someone else.”
76. “Sorry, we’re closed.”
77. “Hi, we were assigned as partners.”
78. “Excuse me, do you need help getting that?”
79. “You look like you need a drink.”
80. “Are you on the (sports) team?”
81. “It’s not what it looks like.”
82. “Do you trust me?”
83. “Go talk to them.”
84. “She’ll whoop your ass if you try anything funny.”
85. “Your drink is nasty.”
86. “I just moved in.”
87. “I’m lost, please help?”
88. “I got this number last night at the bar, and it seems to be the wrong person.”
89. “What’re you doing here?”
90. “I said I never wanted to see you again.”
91. “Are you that stupid?”
92. “That was really hot.”
93. “Let me drive.”
94. “Stop putting the mugs on the top shelf.”
95. “You’re an asshole.”
96. “How was last night?”
97. “I accidentally broke your window.”
98. “Can I buy you a coffee?”
99. “We’ll go there someday, I promise you.”
100. “Here. I know it’s your favorite.”