have you ever loved a lyric so much that when you hear it feels like your heart is trying to burst out of your body

This is so in character.. I CAN’T EVEN

THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE BEST TIKTOK EVER MADE

Daniel’s eyes 😍

can he fuck me please

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marvel: so, um, if you don’t mind, we’re gonna kill off loki-

me:

marvel: -and we’re gonna give him his own tv series

me:

it started with a spider... // zach herron (part two)

moodboard by @zendayacolemen

request: none

summary: while balancing superhero life and normal life, teenage superhero zach herron suddenly has a new variable swing into his balance. a love life.

sORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG MY LIFE HAS BEEN A MESS BUT IT’S OKAY I GOT IT OUT NOW

pairing: zach x fem!reader

triggers: underaged drinking

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“wait, so like, can you lay eggs?” corbyn whispered to zach, much to zach’s discouragement. it had been like this all day, corbyn asking the most random questions at the most inconvenient times.

like right then, when corbyn and zach were supposed to be working on a project in engineering class. 

“no i don’t corbyn, now you better start working on that or else i’m going to scream,” zach replied, pointing to a piece of their project. corbyn sighed and nodded, picking up a screwdriver and beginning to tinker with the parts around him.

zach sighed in content at being able to finally sway his blonde haired friend from his incessant questioning, and resumed in his work. 

silence fell between the two teens, and they worked comfortably for a few minutes.

“so can you spit venom?”

“corbyn!”

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“i still can’t believe you got invited to one of y/n y/l/n’s parties,” corbyn remarked, his blue eyes focused on the tv screen as he shot yet another person in fortnite. he was sat next to zach on a big red beanbag that was stationed in the middle of zach’s room. 

“trust me, i can’t believe it either,” zach responded, scrolling through twitter on his phone. 

it was an hour until the party started, and the boys were passing time the only way they knew how- by playing fortnite.

the two boys sat in silence for a moment or two, the only sounds being the various fortnite noises coming from the tv.

“so do you-” corbyn began to ask yet another spiderman-related question, but thankfully was cut off by the sound of zach’s phone going off. 

zach let out a breath of relief and clicked on the notification, seeing that the text was from y/n. his stomach was sent into a flurry of butterflies, and he could feel his cheeks turn a shade redder than they normally are.

y/n: so you’re coming to my party tonight?

zach: absolutely. 8:00 right?

y/n: yup. can’t wait to see you there :)

zach sighed in content, setting his phone down on his chest. a wide grin spread across his face, and his mind became mush at the thought of seeing her tonight.

“was that y/n?” corbyn quickly glanced at zach before looking back at his game.

“yup,” zach sighed happily.

“you are so whipped man.” corbyn commented, seeing the dopey, lovesick grin on zach’s reddened face.

“shut up,” zach groaned, taking the pillow that was laying next to him and throwing it at corbyn.

“never.” corbyn stuck his tongue out at zach before focusing back onto the tv screen. there was only 5 people left in the game, and corbyn was one of them. zach rolled his big brown eyes, deciding to ignore his friend’s comment and focus on the game.

“behind you! behind you!” zach yelled at corbyn, pointing at the opponent that was shooting at corbyn. corbyn quickly worked the controls, turning his character around and shooting at the other player.  

“boys! it’s time to leave now!” zach heard his aunt may yell through the bedroom door. 

“one minute!” zach responded, both his and corbyn looking intensely at their game. 

“if you have one more minute, you’re gonna be late to this girl’s party! do you want to be late to your first ever high school party?” aunt may chided from the outside, cracking the door open and poking her head in. 

aunt may was zach’s aunt, and the person he was sent to live with when his parents died. she was in her mid-thirties, with long brown hair and kind brown eyes. she was his mother in all ways but biologically, and one of zach’s closest friends and confidants.

“okay! give us one minute, corbyn is literally about to win.” zach called to his aunt, his brown eyes never once leaving the screen. it was now down to corbyn and another player, and the two were having an intense face-off. 

“hell yeah!” corbyn yelled, throwing his controller onto the beanbag. the big letters saying “#1 victory royale” painted themselves on the screen, indicating corbyn’s win. the two boys cheered, zach congratulating corbyn on his impressive win.

“now can we leave? you guys are gonna be late,” aunt may said once again, corbyn and zach nodding in response. the two teens grabbed their phones and stood up, leaving zach’s room. 

the three piled into may’s car, since neither zach or corbyn legally had their license yet. the car ride to y/n’s was smooth, with minimal questioning coming from may and mediocre answers from the boys. 

soon enough they pulled up to y/n’s house, which was nothing short of a mansion.

“woah,” zach looked at the large, modern house in awe. 

“woah indeed,” corbyn commented from the backseat. “you chose yourself a good one zach.”

“oh shut up,” zach groaned, flipping down the sun visor and looking into the mirror that was located on the back of it. he ran his hands through his hair a few times, making sure every strand was in perfect position. he took in a deep breath, taking another look-over himself before opening the car door and beginning to get out. 

“have fun!” aunt may called out to the boys as they got out. “stay safe! and no drugs! or alcohol! or sex!” she winked at the end, causing zach to turn red and immediately slam the door on his aunt.

“i’m glad that’s over with,” zach grumbled, seeing the smug look on may’s face as she began to drive away. “you ready for this?” he turned to corby, who gave an apprehensive nod.

the pair began to walk up the driveway, and zach could practically already taste the alcohol and drugs. the music was already loud as is, and with zach’s heightened senses it was practically deafening. a pit began to form in zach’s stomach, making him feel uneasy.

he winced, but pushed on anyway. corbyn and himself made it to the large, glass front door, and he raised his hand to knock. he hesitated for a moment, but knocked anyway. 

the two waited for a second, before a tall boy with grey-blue eyes opened the door. he was clearly intoxicated, and zach recognized him as jonah marais, the captain of the varsity baseball team.

“whats up my dudes! come on in!” jonah slurred, clearly not recognizing the two whom the highschool hierarchy had deemed the bottom of the food chain.

jonah gave them a bro-hug before stumbling off to god-knows-where, probably to try and succeed in seducing one of the varsity soccer girls. 

corbyn and zach exchanged a confused look, before entering into the hub of the party. they were immediately encapsulated in a mixture of body heat, the stench of booze, and the sight of bodies practically on top of each other.

there couldn’t be anything less than 250 people crammed into y/n’s giant house. it was practically the entire senior class in a single place, including the occasional junior or sophomore. 

zach craned his neck, looking around for the comforting face of y/n. he finally spotted the gorgeous girl near the double doors that led to the backyard, and his heart skipped a beat or two at the sight of her.

y/n took her eyes off the person she was talking to for a few seconds, before seeing zach across the room. a bright smile spread across her face at the boy, and she waved at him animatedly to come over. 

zach nodded, staring at the dense crowd and back to y/n, who was still gesturing him to go over to her. he gulped, feeling his chest tighten as he realized that he had to somehow fight his way across the crowd to y/n.

after a minute of squeezing in between sweaty bodies and almost having drinks spilled on him many times, he finally made it out of the initial crowd. y/n was standing only ten feet away now.

he ran his fingers through his hair one more time, taking in a deep breath before approaching the beautiful girl. she was dressed like an instagram model, with her hair falling down her back in soft curls and her makeup done perfectly.

zach’s breath was taken away, and this time it wasn’t because of two random people squishing him between them. it was because of her.

“h-hey there y/n,” zach managed to get out, his voice barely audible over the thumping music.

“hi zach!” she pulled him into a hug, her arms draping themselves over his shoulders. “i’m so glad you could make it!” she began to pull him into the kitchen, which was gorgeously furnished and littered with bottles and cups.

“do you wanna drink?” she asked, gesturing to the wide array of bottles laid out in front of her. 

“uh, sure!” he replied, feeling nerves bubble up in his stomach. he had never had more alcohol than a tiny sip of aunt may’s champagne every new year’s eve.

y/n hummed, reaching down into one of the coolers and pulling out a can of bud light. she handed zach the cold can, grabbing one for herself and popping the tab open.

zach stared at the blue can, unsure of what to do with it.

“you know, you’re supposed to open it,” y/n giggled, taking a sip of her own beer. her nose scrunched up at the sensation of the liquid hitting her tastebuds, but she swallowed it down regardless. “i’m not much of a beer kind of girl, but we gotta work with what we have.” she let out another laugh, taking yet another sip of the amber liquid.

zach slowly popped open the tab, hearing the ‘pop’ of the can opening. he brought the can to his lips, the liquid flowing into his mouth and coating his tastebuds. he almost gagged at the flavor, but swallowed anyway.

“hey corbyn do you-” zach turned around to offer his friend some of the drink, but was instead greeted with the sight of his blonde best friend chatting with christina harris.

good for you corb.

zach took another sip of beer, choking the liquid down. his eyes swept his surroundings, seeing and hearing the sea of teenagers that were crammed in the house.

“so, are you enjoying the party?” y/n’s melody of a voice met zach’s ears, and he turned back to look at the gorgeous girl. 

“it’s not my kind of scene, but yeah!” zach replied, trying to seep some enthusiasm into his voice. in reality, zach felt on the edge of a panic attack, the pit in his stomach growing. something was off. something was going to go wrong, he could feel it.

zach’s stomach turned, and he couldn’t help but feel his brow furrow and his chest tighten. his head began to throb, a pulsating pain originating from the back of his head.

something bad is happening.

just as the thought ran through zach’s mind, all the lights in the house suddenly went dark. the loud, blaring music was silenced, and all that could be heard was the confused mumblings of a hundred or so teenagers.

then, a scream.

a loud, high-pitched shriek rang out, sending a horrifying shiver down zach’s back.

“who was that?” zach yelled, the black hole in his stomach deepening. “who screamed? is everyone okay?”

“help me! help me! hel-” his ear caught a voice, sending a shock through his veins and his heart to skip a beat.

y/n. that’s y/n’s voice.

“y/n! where are you!” zach was sent into a frenzy, pushing his way through the crowd and looking about wildly as his eyes began to adjust to the darkness.

“please! help m-” her voice sounded strained, distressed. zach spun in circles, trying to locate the girl that he had been in love with since freshman year.

suddenly zach’s eyes caught a glint in the darkness, and he squinted for a second before his eyes focused.

green.

the golden glaze of his eyes, and dark green metallic of his suit. it was an enemy that zach knew all too well.

“have fun getting your little girly back spider-man.” his haunting, raspy tone rang in zach’s ears, causing the brown-eyed boy’s pulse to race and stomach to tighten.

and with that final taunt the lights came back on, and the viliain had disappeared. the previously bumping party had fallen into a frenzy, with terrified teenagers running about and yelling.

but zach stood still, not even caring that people were practically trampling him in an effort to get the hell out of the house. his mind raced, finally beginning to wrap itself around the situation.

green goblin had took y/n. he has y/n.

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Coffee ; Jonah Marais

Jonah Marais x Reader

An: hi I hate this so please just leave a note to pity me. This is a filler for the really cool stuff I have coming so please I beg you to be nice to me.

Warnings: none

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 It was a new surrounding. The streets and the smell. The people and the stores. One in particular he desperately needed. Coffee. It was one of the only things that Jonah ran on. Other than his music and friends. Most of the time them tying into each other. He crossed the deserted street. The sun just coming up. Making the sky look beautiful. The sign read ‘open’ but through the window he could see it was empty. When he opened the door it rung. A small girl with brown hair came from the back. Waving him over with a smile.

“Hi and welcome to the Pink Café. What can I get you?” Jonah studied the girl and the way she seemed so cheery in the morning. She wiped her hands on her apron waiting for him to answer. He glanced over the hanging menu. Decided to just go easy for now. “You seem really cheerful for six in the morning.” You giggled. Watching the boy in sweats and a jacket stare at the signs.

“Can I have a black coffee with cream and sugar?” You nodded. Punching in a few keys on your register. “Would that be for here or to go?” For some reason you hoped he would stay. Craving a little company in the cold café. Jonah looked around. The silence pleasing to him. He smiled. “For here would be great.” You smiled back at him. Telling him his total to which he payed in cash.

“Ill bring it to you when its done. Feel free to sit anywhere, its not like were packed.” You joked at the last part. Hopefully making the boy smile again. Although, you turned your back to him before you could see it. Jonah did. He chuckled lightly at your attitude and sat at a small pink booth close to the window. Wanting to see the rest of the sunrise.

Jonah sat there thinking over his already stressful morning. He woke up at five to Zach and Corbyn fighting over the shower. Considering they had two rooms but Jack was using the other one and Daniel was already in line for his after him. It was a brawl. Threats and screaming. The boys finally calmed down when he told them that Daniel was already halfway done by the time one of them went over there. Zach gave up and trudged back to Jacks room. Jonah got up and dressed. Being prepared the night before by showering. He walked to Jacks room. To see both Zach and Jack doing random skits and jokes for their instagrams. Which included even more screaming than his morning needed.

After leaving their room Jonah gave up. He needed to get the ringing out of his ears. He exited the hotel and randomly took a few turns landing on the center of the town. They were going to be preforming later that day. He walked and walked. Wanting to get away from the stress he was feeling. Seeing the small coffee house it tempted Jonah even more to stop in, needing coffee more than he ever has. Jonah came back to reality when he saw you walk over.

“Hey, its really hot so I would give it a moment.” You smiled softly. Seeing him deep in his thoughts moments ago. He nodded at you, smiling back. You let out a breath walking way. He was intimidating. Usually ,you got stereotypical girls who wanted a quick instgram photo or a few inspired artist who ‘loved the vibe’ of the place. You loved being a barista and loved where you worked, but it was weird to see such a interesting man enter it.

Your co workers left you alone hours ago. They pulled an all nighter for the Café. It was one of the big poety nights and you told them you would pick up the morning shift. You woke up early to an empty apartment like usual. Opening minutes before the boy walked in. He was searching through his phone while drinking his coolled down coffee. You secretly watched him in awe at how calm and collected he looked. Even though, it was six in the morning and the weather was acting up. He seemed mesmerized by it. He switched his eyes from his phone to the window and back in between minutes.

You went out to the tables with cleaning spray and a rag. Thinking of wiping down the tables before the morning rush came in. Not that it would happen for another hour or so. Yet, you still watched him and you went over your first table.

“Your not from around here are you?” The boy whipped his head up. Looking at you before answering jokingly. “No im not, how can you tell? Am I that odd?” You giggled at his response. Wiping down the rest of the table. Glancing back at him. “Not at all. You just seem so interested in the sky. Most people are too tired to even notice it here.” You started on your next table. Keeping your eyes down. Jonah watched you. You seemed so sweet and innocent. AZn observer just like him.

“Yeah, im not from here. Back home you don’t get such a pretty morning sky for some reason.” Jonah thought of his home as LA. Although, Minnesota came to his head. That was a different story. The cold air always seemed to make the sky crisper than it really was. You turned back to him. More questions popping into your head. More than a stranger would usually give you.

“If you don’t mind me asking, where is home for you?” Jonah smiled. Thinking of what that question really meant to him. He didn’t know wether or not to really tell you, but for some reason he wanted the conversation with you to continue. “That’s a long story.” You watched him look you up and down. You pouted your lip slightly. Gaining a sliver of confidence. You placed your rag and spray on the last table. Remembering to clean it later. You walked quietly over to him and sat down across from him in the same booth. “Ive got all the time in the world.”

His name was Jonah you learned. He was in a band and he loved what he did. He was amazed by his fans and how well people picked up on the way he acted in interviews. He’s from Minnesota and moved to LA to follow his dreams. His favorite color was blue and he loved to wear sandals. In the time that Jonah felt like he was telling his life story he asked about you. Not only leaning that you were in collage but that you enjoyed it. Not feeling stressed or overwhelmed. He called you crazy for it. While you could say the same for him.

“Whats the worst part about being a barista?” At this point his coffee was finished and you were comfortably laying your back against the window. You thought for a second. “The people.” He laughed. Like fully laughed for the first time in front on you. He laughed so hard that he started to make you giggle. His laugh could light up a room. Making your stomach do flips when ever he started to laugh again. He wiped his tears out of his eyes. Breathing deeply. “Am I that bad?” He was still laughing lightly. Trying to hid his smile with his hand. Embarrassed that he laughed at you.

You rolled your lips into your mouth. Not wanting to grin as big as it was going to be if you showed it. “No not you, but people in general. Most are so caught up in their own worlds to even notice others. I think its weird and unfortunate.” Jonah let your words sink in. Somehow you put what he was feeling into words. Jonah was a watcher. He studied people because he didn’t want to be like them. Hes always wanted to be an outsider. Its where he fit in the most. “I have never understood something so much in my life. You are very peotic.” You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. Blushing at his kind words. Your heart flipping at how sweet he was towards you.

“Very beautiful too.” Jonah swiftly reached across the table. Tucking more hair behind your ear. Making you look up. Giving him a full view of your face. To which he smiled, showing his perfectly white teeth. You smiled at him. Biting your lip to hide your smile. “You are very charming Jonah, thank you.” He smiled at you taking his hand away. You continued your conversation for a few minutes longer before his phone rang. He glanced down at your and the at his phone. Giving you a small smile before picking you up.

You zoned out his conversation. Taking out your own phone for a moment seeing you and Jonah had talked until seven thirty. You looked back up when he put his phone down on the table with a sigh, “Is everything okay?” He nodded his head no. You cocked your head to the side waiting for an answer. He closed his eyes and opened them slowly before looking at you again “I have to go, but I honestly would rather stay and talk to you for a while longer."  You bite your lip again. Feeling the same way ,but noddeding to understand that he needed to go back.

"Its okay Jonah,” He was looking everywhere but your eyes. “Can I give you my number so we could maybe meet up again?” Jonahs eyes snapped to yours. Picking up his phone and opening it with an eager nod. You giggled at him. Typing in your number and handing it back to him. He stood up from the booth. Taking your hand to pull you up with him.

Your chests pressed against eachother. Jonah wrapped his arms around your shoulders causing you to tightly squeeze his torso. Pulling back he whispered into your ear. “Thank you for the coffee and nice talk. Ill be texting you soon.” You nodded letting him go as he did the same. Giving you one las half smile and wink before leaving the Café. You squealed. Letting yourself fall back into the booth to watch the man who made your stomach turn into butterflies in the matter of minutes turn onto the next street.

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eight letters ; Corbyn Besson

Corbyn Besson x Reader

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Request: https://chilleezliz.tumblr.com/

Warnings: angst, tears and kissing

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You know me the best

You know my worst, see me hurt, but you don’t judge

That, right there, is the scariest feeling

Corbyn sat with you. His head hanging on your shoulder. His hands wrapped in yours. The tears still slowly running down his face. You had previously wiped yours away. Trying to be strong for him. Although, you knew that he knows how you feel. Corbyn was once again leaving you for his music. You both have been on and off with long distance for years. So deeply invested in eachother to leave. The relationship was forever tugging at your hearts ,but you both didn’t want to live a life without the other. It was a complicated mess; that you were refusing to think of. You sat in your backyard. Watching the sunset for the last time with each other for a while.

Opening and closing up again

I’ve been hurt so I don’t trust

Now here we are staring at the ceiling

“You promise to come back?” You had to ask. It was painful. Corbyn lifted his head. Not knowing the answer to the question. He didn’t know. He knew that you didn’t want your heart broken by him again. He knew that he didn’t want to cause you anymore pain. “Sweetheart, I don’t know anymore.” He watched your eyes dart from the sky back to him. Looking for the right response. He breathed deep. Closing his eyes. Taking his hands out of yours for a moment. He leant on his knees. Putting his head in his hands. You fell back into the grass with a groan. “What is wrong with us Corbs?” He chuckled at you. Looking back. Copying your action to stare at the faint stars.

Ive said those words before before but it was a lie

and you deserve to hear them a thousand times

You crawled your finders towards his. Wanting nothing more than to have his hand in yours. Knowing that he wasn’t going to be there anytime soon. He excepted your hand. Twirling the small silver ring on your ring finger. While you rubbed over his knuckles. The both of you deep in your thoughts. You ran your other hand through your hair. Feeling your heart become heavy. “Corbyn, im going to say this and not only because youre leaving, but for the reason I cant wait any longer,” You turned your head over to him. He glanced over at you humming in response to you. You look a breath before speaking once more. “I love you,”

If all it is is eight letters

Why is it so hard to say?

If all it is is eight letters

Why am I in my own way?

His eyes widened. Taking his hand out of yours. He sat up silently. Not moving from that position. Stuck in the awkward silence waiting for something else to happen. “You… I… What?” He stumbled over his words. Unable to make sentances. You sat up too. Wanting to make him look at you. Putting a hand under his chin. Forcefully turning his head to look at you. What he saw was a girl he at one point thought he was going to marry. Maybe he would, but maybe he wouldn’t. He saw your sharp features in the growing moonlight, He saw the old memories. Your laugh and smile. Wanting nothing for a split moment to say those words back to you. Yet, he was still ckocked up. Scared to respond with actual words.

Why do I pull you close

And then ask you for space?

If all it is is eight letters

Why is it so hard to say?

You watched his eyes search your face. For anything to tell him why you would say the words to you. You saw his adams apple bob. Seeing the nervousness caress his features. His faux blond hair looking as pale as his face at the moment. Corbyn went over every outcome of the situation in his head. Not knowing the right one to pick. So instead of thinking. He picked up your hand once more. Intertwining your fingers. Making you smile. “I thought we were going to break it off and at this point I don’t know , but I…” He still couldn’t seem to get the last two words out. You shook your head, Understanding him. Still confused about the whole situation.

isn’t it amazing how every line in our hands align

when your hands in mine

Its like im whole again, isn’t that a sign

I should speak my mind

Corbyn put in free hand though his hair,. Feeling how soft it was. He looked back over to you. You were already staring at him with a sheepish smile. To which he returned. “Come here,” He pulled your hand. Making your body fall into his. He placed his lips on your forehead. Lingering for a moment. Letting you relax in his grip. Spacing out while star gazing together for the next ten minutes. In that time Corbyn didn’t even look back to the stars. The usual excitement he got form the unknown disappearing. He could only focus on the slight touching you both were having. How it made him feel safe and sercure for once. How much it made him a step closer to fully returning your feelings. The mouthful of doubt still there but slowly disintegrating.

Ive said those words before but it was a lie

and you deserve to hear them a thousand times

As the time passed, Corbyn realized that it was getting closer and closer to the minute he had to leave. His plane taking off soon. His uber was already ordered for the set time. You both were counting the minutes you could stay in each others arms. Then his timer went off. The both of you could feel the tears peaking out from the corners of your eyes. The words caught in your throats. Corbyn unwrapped his arms. Keeping his hands in yours. Stumbling you up with him. Pulling you into his chest. Letting your breaths mix into eachother. Noses touching. Lips grazing each others. Pulling you into his warmth.

“Look at me,” Both of his hands came up to your cheeks. Your eyes meeting his bright blue ones. “Im going to just blurt out my feelings and I’m sorry for it. You deserve so much more than me. I need you to move on. I don’t know if I’m coming back. I don’t want you to wait for me. I love you ,but I don’t think I can keep you to myself anymore.” Corbyn let the tears drop down his cheeks. You lifted your hands up. Wiping a few of them away. Feeling him do the same to yours. “ I know and it’s okay.” With that Corbyn crashed his lips onto yours. Letting all his last felt emotions out in it. It was soft and slow. Lasting a few seconds. Your tears soaking his cheeks while his did the same.

He pulled away. Letting you go instantly. Scared he wasn’t going to leave. He backed away. Turning back to the door inside. You stood there. Watching him leave you. Until he turned around. “Thank you for everything.” You put a hand over your mouth. Hiding a sob ,that he caught anyway. You looked at him through your blurry eyes. Nodding and giving a small wave. “Goodbye Corbyn.” With that he left. Those eight letters stuck in his mind. Never regretting them. You felt the same way. Although, you’ll never understand why the eight letters are so hard to say in the first place.

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An: I know I skipped a few choruses and I’m sorry but I hope you liked it. Thanks for the request and make sure to send me anymore.

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Dentist | D.S.

i love reading wdw imagines here and i was inspired to start writing so yeah this is my first imagine ever here on tumblr lol ok bye enjoy

Daniel dragged y/n to his dental appointment because he is way too anxious

warning(s): fluff, daniel being cute asf

y/n

You decided to go with Daniel at the dentist since it is making him nervous. He is never fond with anything related to dental because for some reasons, it scares him so much.

As both of you settled at the lounge, Daniel grabs your hand and intertwined to his. Burying his head in the crook of your neck then whispering, “Why am i doing this?“

You smiled to yourself and runs your fingers to the hair of your boyfriend. “It’s just cleaning, babe. No need to worry.”

“But I hate it,“ he pouted, you find it amusing that your boyfriend acts like a child.

You placed a soft yet sweet kiss on his temple which made him calm a little bit. Daniel decided to go through his phone so that his head will be distracted from his fear.

“Daniel James Seavey,” the assistant called politely which made you and Daniel caught up with, then daniel raised his hand. “You’re next.“

Daniel looked at you with puppy-eyes, pouting again. You couldn’t resist his cuteness so you squeezed his cheeks, “You’ll do just fine.” placing a kiss on his lips.

He stood up, glancing at you with a worried expression painted on his face as he walks away with the assistant.

It didn’t take five minutes when you were called by the assistant which confuses you. She leads you to the room where your boyfriend is.

“What happened?“

To your surprise, you saw Daniel shaking to death as he is sitting on the dental chair and his dentist trying to talk to him.

“Well, your boyfriend is about to pass out any time soon.” the dentist sighed which made you bite your lower lip.

You quickly walk beside Daniel and held his hand, “You’re going to be fine, baby.“ you whispered. As you were about to leave him, his grip tighten and then shaking his head. “Daniel James Seavey, I’m telling you to man up.”

“I can’t do it.“ he keeps shaking his head. You feel pity about what your boyfriend is going through right now.

“You can stay, I’m sure he’ll do just fine if you’re here to comfort him.” the dentist insisted then you nodded and flashed smile.

You sat on a chair on the other side of the dental chair while the dentist is on the other. Daniel won’t let go of your hand as you tried to remove it from him.

“Just relax, okay?“ you go through his soft brunette hair with your free hand which calmed him.

Daniel nodded, “okay.”

When the dentist took the tools she needed, you watch her instruct Daniel to open his mouth when he decided to close his eyes which you covered with your hand.

You removed your hand when you noticed that she’s almost done. Not long after that, the dentist told Daniel to gargle and spit it out. He did what he was told.

“You’re all done.“ the dentist stated removing her mask.

You watched as Daniel stood slowly from the dental chair and gave the dentist a weak smile. How adorable, you thought.

“I guess, only your girlfriend can calm you.” she chuckled which made both of you smile.

Daniel thanked the dentist and so did you, before leaving her clinic.

You and Daniel got back in the car on the way home, he starts the engine driving away from the parking lot.

“It wasn’t that bad,“ you said glancing at him while he drives.

He smiled showing off the gap of his teeth. “I can’t believe I survived an appointment.”

It was just a petty thing for others, but for you and Daniel, it was something. It fluttered your heart to just make boyfriend calm in something he is afraid of.

I Love You

Calum Hood x Reader

Summary: First time they say “I love you”

Warnings: None

Word Count: 319

A/N: This is one of my first imagines after not writing for about 5-6 months so I hope you guys like it. Most of my imagines will be for 5sos and Marvel. Requests are OPEN! Message me or leave a comment if you want to be added to my tag list.

They had been together for just over a year, and it really felt like forever for them both. Y/N prayed for forever, and just like Calum she cherished every second they could spend together, even if everyone else was around them.

Y/N jumped at the opportunity when Calum asked her if she wanted to come on tour with him, never hesitating to spend more time with him. And after the close 6 months they had been travelling they were now back in Australia, walking around with the rest of the band.

They now stood in front of the Sydney Opera House, Y/N on Calum’s back as they looked back at Ashton holding a camera up to take a photo of the two. Calum had been talking to Michael who was taking his own photo with his girlfriend as a momentum to hold onto. Y/N however was silent, watching Calum interact with his brothers before wrapping her arms around Calum.

“I love you.” Y/N whispered, softly kissing Calum’s ear for the first time ever.

Calum stopped talking for a moment, turning his head as far around as he could to look at Y/N, a smile on his lips.

“What?” Calum asked softly.

“I love you.” Y/N whispered again.

Calum let Y/N off his back, pulling her around to face him, his hands moving up to the sides of her face as he leaned down and kiss Y/N. Calum ignored Ashton’s protest to Calum kissing Y/N just before he was taking a picture, he also ignored Michael and Luke cheering. All he could focus on was Y/N, the love of his life held in his hands.

“Say it again, please.” Calum asked softly, leaning his forehead against hers.

“I love you.” She giggled a little.

“I love you.” Calum whispered back before lifting Y/N up, her legs wrapping around his waist as she laughed, spinning around. “I love you so much.”

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Today is the day we stop glorifying skinniness like it’s the only form of beauty.

Today is the day we stop viewing fat as ugly.

Today is the day we stop using fat as an insult.

Today is the day we accept all bodies as beautiful, because they are.

All bodies are beautiful.

You are beautiful. No. Matter. What. Your. Body. Type. Is.

Also, gender does not make any difference.

Guys, your bodies are beautiful.

Gals, your bodies are beautiful.

Nonbinary pals, your bodies are beautiful.

All a y’all’s beautiful!

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Yay finally ❤