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In Your Dreams ( michael mellxBi! reader)

requested: YEs! “Imagine Michael mell x reader where the reader gets bullied for her bisexuality at school and it comes up when they're playing games in his basement and so he offers her a blunt and it turns into really fluffy smut.... just imagine it “ THIS ONES FOR YOU ANON 

tagged: @sincerlyyme and @earlyjunes bc why not 

WC: 2163 

warnings: lots of fluff, honestly more fluff then smut tbh, Weed use, smut ofc, cursing duh, i like this and i hope you do to ,,,

Since this morning, you knew today was going to be shitty. First, your alarm didn’t go off. Then, you fell ass-first into the toilet, after your younger brother had left the seat up AGAIN. To make matters worse you had missed the bus, forcing you to speed walk to school in the pouring rain. When you had finally gotten to school, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and realized that it hadn't charged whatsoever that night. Jesus Christ, what else could go wrong?

You scurried to the bathroom and jumped when you saw yourself in the mirror. You looked yourself and decided to start fixing your hair, turning the water on and flattening it the best you could. Content with your sudden handiwork, you headed towards the door. Before you could reach the handle, the door was suddenly pushed open, making you jump back in surprise. You grounded yourself before looking up to see who had just borderline assaulted you. You wish you hadn't come to school today. Fucking, of COURSE, she just HAPPENED to walk in. Standing in front of you was none other than the infamous Chloe Valentine and her two shadows.

"Wow, look who it is girls." Chloe grimaced letting a sinister smile spread on her face. Not again. "So (y/n) have you decided to pick a side yet? Or do you still want to be known as the school whore?" You didn’t respond, your eyes glued to your shuffling sneakers, tears begging to fall. "Oh, no Chloe!" Brooke teased. "She's gonna start whiiiinnnniiiinnngg." You sniffled and started to shake. "What a fucking slut, I bet you and that fucking weirdo boyfriend of yours have threesomes huh? I thought so you fucking whore." They all started to laugh and you had had enough, you bolted towards the door, but not before Chloe tripped you on the way out. You fell face first into the hallway and struggled to stand up again. When you regained balance, you ran from the bathroom. You could still hear their laughing echoing through the now empty halls. When had the bell rang? You raced to your first class with tears in your eyes, you looked worse when you had walked in your class. You saw your seat and raced towards it. Either your teacher didn’t notice, or he didn’t care that you were late. You weren't complaining. You immediately turned to look at your boyfriend, Michael. You locked eyes and he shot you a worried look. You just shrugged and turned around to face the front. You immediately felt bad and put your head on your desk.

You were woken up by a warmth on your shoulder, shaking gently. You sat up and looked over. "Hey, what happened?" You could hear the worry in his voice. You sighed deeply and rubbed your eyes. " I don’t really want to talk about it right now…basement?" he understood your request and smiled softly. You smiled back and reached out for his hand, squeezing softly.

The rest of the day was just as bad as bad as your morning, if not worse. It was as if the world was taunting you by making you trip during lunch and making you forget the countless homework assignments that you slaved hours over the night before. Needless to say, the final bell was the sweet release from hell you’ve been waiting for. You busted out of the school doors racing towards the familiar PT Cruiser that was your ticket out of this god-forsaken place. Thankfully, Michael was already inside jamming to the beats flowing from his stereo. You waited there for a moment watching him in absolute bliss. His eyes were closed and his lips were parted. You sighed and pulled open the passenger side door. Sliding into the seat was practically second nature to you, something you were highly fond of. He reached over and turned down the radio, settled back into his seat and looked over at you for a moment. You turned as well locking eyes with him once more. "Operation:' I love (Y/N)' is a go. Over. Do you copy? Over." He lifted the collar of his jacket and spoke into it as if were a walkie-talkie. You mimicked his action spoke into your shirt. "Operation is a go. Over." You giggled as he grabbed your hand and started to rub circles. You sighed. You were feeling better already. When you had finally gotten to his house, he jumped out of his car and ran to your side, quickly opening the door before you had the chance to. You smiled at him. "Wow, I feel like Oprah." You faked swooned and stepped out of the car kissing Michael on the nose before heading for the front door. "PLEASE, your WAYY better than Oprah. Plus you love bread a lot more than she does." "Ouch. But fair point". You bumped his side and opened the door. You raced downstairs and immediately flopped onto his bed. Footsteps were heard coming down stairs but you didn’t move a muscle. Content with your false state of security, based on how soft Michael's comforter was. "Jeez, if you wanted to get in my bed this quickly, we could have skipped school," He said with a chuckle. You visibly tensed at the memory of what had happened earlier that day. He noticed and came to sit by you. "Hey, I'm sorry (Y/N), did I say something to upset you? I'm really sorry." You sat up and leaned your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer. He kissed your forehead let his lips linger. He squeezed your side again, as a way to get you to talk. So you did. You told him everything that happened to you. From the alarm to the bathroom incident. When you had finally finished spilling, he wrapped his other arm around you and rubbed circles on your back. "Hey" He broke the silence. "Fuck those girls (Y/N). You are amazing and beautiful and the best this that’s ever happened to me, never forget that." You nodded and sunk into his warmth. You closed your eyes. A few minutes passed before he spoke again. "What are your thinking about babe?" " I'm thinking about how I'm about to beat your ass in Mario Kart." He smiled against your head and laughed. "Not while I'm sober you're not." He reached under his bed and pulled out a tattered up shoe box. He opened it and immediately started to roll a blunt. You got up and headed towards the TV, crouching down and setting up the game console. When you were content with the setup you crawled over to your bean bag and plopped down into it, practically melting for the second time today. When Michael was finished with his handiwork. He followed suit and sat next to you. Grabbing his controller and placing it in his lap. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter. He paused for a moment and looked over at you. You noticed and looked over at him. His face was red and unsure. "Do you want a hit?" You were surprised, to say the least. You didn’t have anything against weed, it's just that you never had the chance to try it before. Of course, you had been in a similar situation with Michael before, he just had never offered you it before? You were brought out of your thoughts when Michael started to panic. You didn’t realize how silent you had been. "O-ONLY IF YOU WANT TO?? ITS JUST THAT YOU’VE HAD A PRETTY BAD DAY AND I THOUGHT THIS WOULD HELP??" You placed your hand on his knee to calm him down. He stopped and turned his head to look at you. You squeezed his leg and took a deep breath. You were doing this. This was it. " Michael Mell it would be an honor to get high with you." You spoke softly and calmly. That set Michael off. "Really? Because I don’t want to like peer pressure you or anything?" "No, I'm sure babe, let's do it." You leaned over and placed a quick kiss on his cheek. You pulled back and he nodded. "Um, I'm gonna take the first hit and then I'll teach you how to do it, cool?" You simply nodded and watched as he lit the end of the blunt. He wrapped his lips around it and closed eyes. His breath was deep and slow. You saw the end of the blunt burn red as he sucked in. When he removed it he looked over to you and blew the smoke into your face. You were engulfed in smoke as you struggled to find oxygen. He laughed. "Ready?" "Ready as I'll ever be."

So here you were, stoned and content. Your body was radiating happiness and warmth. You had just finished your 10th game of Mario Kart and Michael had gone upstairs to find something to drink. You just sat there, sunken into your chair without a care in the world. You now understood the appeal, you could do this all the time. God, you love Michael. Love Michael. Michael. Michael. Michael. Michael has pretty eyes and a pretty face and pretty hair and a pretty voice. WOW. IM DATING Michael!!!

You were so surprised by your new discovery about Michael you didn’t notice him coming downstairs. He scooched closed to you and nudged you with a bottle of water. You jumped and yelped happily when you saw him. So happy in fact that you decided to crawl into his lap and straddle him. He didn’t seem to object so you continued. You grabbed the waters from his hand and placed them on the ground. His hands went to you hips like magnets. You bent down and started to kiss his neck. You made your way up and lingered over his ear breathing deeply. He got chills as your hands moved up his chest. "Thank you for making me feel better babe, I love you so much." You whispered into his ear, causing the grip on your hips to tighten. "Any-anything for you baby, you know I love you " You smirked and started to kiss his neck again. Slower and with more pressure this time, causing a slight grunt escape from his lips. You wiggled your hips against him and he ground against you. "It's getting kind of hot don’t you think?" you pulled back and your hands lingered at the hem of your shirt. Pulling it up slightly. "Hell yeah"

He grabbed your shirt and slowly pulled it off your body. You worked on his belt and pulled it off as soon as you could. You then started pulling off his sweater. His glasses came off with it. Leaving him with an undershirt and jeans. You were about to change that. You started to unbuckle his pants and he reached up to pull your lips on his. You almost got so lost in the kiss that you had forgotten your previous assignment. When you had finally shimmied off his jeans and shirt you two were all over each other. Sloppy kisses and burning skin. A tangle of love and need. He had reached over into his jeans for his wallet, more importantly, a condom. He ripped it open and slid it onto himself, causing a stifled moan to escape his lips. You started to jerk him off slowly, and his head tilted back. His hands went to your breasts as he started to play with them. When you decided you were ready, you pulled yourself over him, using his chest to balance. You watched Michael with half lidded eyes as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. You moaned deep and loud as your hips touched him. You were still for a moment, taking it all in. His hands came from behind and gripped your ass, squeezing lightly. You breathed lightly and started to bounce yourself on him. Hot. Hot. Hot. Michael. Michael. Michael. Your mind was racing as he started to meet your rhythm with equally sloppy thrusts. His moans became erratic as he started to unravel. Your breath became hitched as he put you on edge. "Fuck, Michael...Im gonna-" You were cut off with a moan and a deep thrust. "M-me too baby" You saw stars when you came. Hard. He was fast to follow. You collapsed on him breathing heavily and smiling wide. You listened to his racing heartbeat as his breathing started to slow. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. "I love you (Y/N), never forget that." "I promise you, I won't". You tilted your head in kissed him deeply. "I love you too Michael". "Now, let's get you cleaned up so I can beat you in Super Smash Bros." "In your dreams, love".

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The Right Words (Davey x Reader)

W/C: 1261

@musi-xals requested some Davey but I needed a soulmate AU so HEERE YOU GO

Dedicated to Kelly, @earlyjunes, @sincerlyyme, and the rest of my Davey lovers out there!!

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As a Newsie, former student, and avid reader, Davey Jacobs knew just how important the right words were. He understood that words held the key to things like a sharp mind and a happy heart.

Despite this, he always found himself boggled and frustrated by the single word on his wrist: your name.

It was bold, typewriter font. It reminded him of a headline, the headline of the most interesting and intricate story. He liked to think that he’d sell fresh out of that story, even if he bought every issue himself just to read about you again. Davey liked to trace the familiar letters with his finger under the dinner table, or sing your name under his breath as he stood on the street selling newspapers.He imagined doing things that he’d read young men do in novels. He wanted to buy you flowers, and take you out dancing, and take you by the waist and kiss you softly.

Only if you liked that kind of thing, though.

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“Please, [name]. Just go buy the bread and then you can come right home and plop back into your chair. It would be a big help,” your mother begged. With a nod, you headed out with your novel under your arm- leaving the house without a good book was almost taboo, in your eyes.

It was nice outside, and not too busy on the street. You enjoyed the quiet as opposed to the usual bustling city sounds.

“You know, I really do hope you like to read, David,” you smiled to yourself, peering at your wrist as you opened to a random page. “It would be an absolute shame if you didn’t.” You giggled. You liked to imagine what your soulmate was like. Did he like picnics? Was he tall? How did he feel about eggnog? Was he a cat or a dog person?

Your mind was clouded with such thoughts as you walked along the sidewalk and read. Your parents scolded you for such a thing, but you knew you had it under control.

“Miss, watch out!” A young man warned suddenly, and you looked up at him. Time seemed to slow as you met his eyes before shutting your own, feeling yourself fall before coming to an abrupt stop.

“I’ve got you, miss. You can open your eyes.” The boy stood you upright, keeping his hand on your back.

You opened your eyes slowly, and he gave you two thumbs up. His eyes were soft and brown, warm and inviting. You could have gotten lost in them easily.

“Oh, Pride and Prejudice, huh?” He read the cover as he picked up your book and his newspapers, which he’d dropped as he went to catch you. “It’s quite the read,” he rubbed the back of his neck with an eager nod.

“Quite,” you repeated, happy to see someone who shared your taste in literature.

“I love novels like that. Then again, I really do enjoy an adventure from right here in New York. I guess it always has been the place where dreams come true, don’t you think, miss?” He took a solemn glance at the newspapers in his hand before shoving them in his bag.

“For some people, I guess. And please, call me [name],” you insisted.

The boy’s heart fluttered. That name. It sounded so much prettier rolling off of your tongue than any of the million times he’d sounded it out himself. Like an angel choir or a piano in a foyer.

But how was Davey to know that you were his soulmate? Anyone on the street could have that name, hypothetically speaking. Maybe the statistics didn’t make it extremely probable, but he knew it was possible. “I’m Davey,” he tipped his cap, studying your face for a reaction. You simply nodded, repeating the name in your head. It was close. So, so close.

“Nice to meet you, Davey,” you smiled politely.

The two of you stood in silence for a second, but as Davey went to fill it, he was interrupted by a small boy that had come running up to him.

“I’ve just sold my last pape!” He beamed.

“Its been a rough day, Les. I’ve still got four left.” Davey frowned, obviously discouraged by the fact.

“I’ve got it, big bro,” Les reassured, digging into his bag with a toothy grin and a wave before scurrying off.

“What a cutie!” You giggled, watching him fake pout at a man.

“Try living with him,” Davey chuckled. “Now, I should be getting home. Les works quick,” he started rummaging through his bag, pulling out a little book. “Try this,” he smiled.

You turned it over in your hands. It was The Count of Monte Christo.

“Wow… thank you. How will I return it to you?”

“I’m out here selling papers each and every day. Shouldn’t be that difficult. I’ve also got friends all over these streets. Just ask around for Davey Jacobs,” he nodded with a warm smile.

“Then I’ll see you around, Davey Jacobs.”

“It was nice meeting you, [name]”

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You’d gotten the bread, and were comfortably curled up in your favorite chair. As Pride and Prejudice came to an end, you couldn’t help but glance at the book still sticking out of your bag. An amused smile graced your lips as you picked it up, fingers dancing along the spine. It was clear to see that Davey kept his books in a good condition, as they should be. You knew he’d make a great soulmate to some beautiful girl someday. He just wasn’t yours, it seemed.

You opened it to the inside cover, and you could have sworn your breath hitched. In the top left corner, it was neatly written in beautiful cursive.

David Jacobs

You let that sink in, trying to interpret what it meant. David was a common name. If you were his soulmate, wouldn’t he have said something when you introduced yourself? It just didn’t add up. And yet, you felt it. You felt the need to go see him. To hold him. To love him. You began formulating a plan to see him tomorrow, and the image of his gentle eyes and kind smile were burned into your busy mind.

The next morning, you set out on the streets of New York. You really didn’t think it would be as easy as it was, but there he stood on the street corner, fidgeting as he tried to sell the stack of newspapers in his arms.

“Could I have a paper?” You giggled, holding out a dime.

“[Name],” Davey gaped. His heart felt warm, and it showed. “You finished already?” He tilted his head in admiration. He was head over heels for you, and was set on you being his for the rest of time.

“Much better. I’ve got you a headline, it’ll sell those papers like hotcakes.” You took a step closer, making the boy confused. “This just in: David Jacobs unites with his soulmate, and they live happily ever after!” you gush, pulling up your sleeve and holding it out for him to see.

Davey binked once. Twice.

“Can I kiss you, miss?” He bit his lip, shifting a little.

You nodded, and next thing you knew, his soft lips touched yours. He held you gently, newspapers still in his arms, and he was more gentle than a feather on a blanket.

“This….I think this is my new favorite story,” Davey caught his breath, kissing his name on your wrist.

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Watching Highways

A/N: I’ve been struggling a lot with myself recently and Newsies has made life somehow more tolerable. I actually have the disorder mentioned in the story, so it is slightly personalized. I took everything listed in the beginning from personal experience. 

Also, i’m sorry for the messy naration, it slightly switches from 2nd person to 3rd at a point. I didn’t over read it either so there will be spelling errors. 

Enjoy, guys! 

Words: 2,039

TW: Bullying , cussing 

Tagged: @sincerlyyme

It had always been a problem for you. People would point it out, as if you didn’t know it was there. Make fun of it as if it weren’t part of you. The harassment started at a young age and though it has died, it never fully disappeared.

You were born with nystagmus, which definition wise, is the involuntary rapid movement of the eyes. You had never known how the world looked through stable eyes, you never had the chance. So when people pointed it out when you were just a child, you had no idea what they were talking about. People didn’t see like you? That wasn’t normal?

You ignored their words until it evolved to jabs and strikes. Children could be so cruel and you experienced firsthand just how far they’d go.

When you had entered middle school, your eyes were no longer a problem. Not for everyone else at least. They had the pleasure of forgetting the harmful words they said to you, pushing it into the past with their young ways. You however had picked up the self-conscious habit to never look anyone in the eyes, afraid you’d be shamed for what you couldn’t control.

This habit never quite died, you’d avoid eye contact without even thinking. It was a nasty habit to most, but for you it felt like self-defense. It felt safe.

Entering high school, you became more comfortable with yourself. No one had pointed it out in ages, at least not negatively. Upon the first week of school, you met two boys, Davey and Jack. They noticed your shaky eyes right off the bat, but didn’t even bother to point it out. If it was part of you, they’d just accept it and move on. With this mind set in place, you all quickly became friends. Eventually, you even joined them at the school newspaper, as a writer but also a Newsie, to help pass out the papers to various classes.

Now you sat mid fall semester of your senior year in the news room with fellow Newsies. The papers were just delivered to classes, so now you all had the rest of the period to sit around and talk. You sat between Davey and Race, who had his blonde hair pushed back and held an unlit cigarette between his teeth.

He was quite a sight to see, especially to you considering you’d harbored a crush on him since the beginning of junior year. You knew it was going nowhere though, considering you could barely talk to him.

Davey nudged your shoulder lightly. Turning to him, you saw him smirk and glance at Race, as if pushing you to talk to him. Your face turned red, but you did turn to talk to Race regardless. Maybe it would be easier today.

Race was listening to the conversation between Jack and Crutchie, but put his attention on you when he realized you were looking at him.

He tried to make eye contact with you, which you allowed in order to try and break out of your shell. Smiling softly, you began to feel confident, proud you got past that barrier all on your own. “Hey Race, did you read over the last pap-“

“The fuck is up with your eyes?”

You flinched at the harsh phrase, taken aback. This made things worse for you, seeing as when you were anxious or scared, your eyes would move at a faster pace, making things blurry. Yet years of harassment seemed to flash before your eyes.

“Oh shit, they’s movin’ faster now, ain’t that weird.”

Immediately, you averted your eyes to the floor as you heard conversations around you faltering.

“Race,” you heard Jack warn.

“What?” he replied. “I’s just tryin’ to see-“

He was cut off as your stood up and left the room. The computer lab was silent, all eyes on Race.

He looked around at everyone’s accusatory stares. “What just happened, I do somethin’?”

Davey spoke up instantly, furious. “She has a disorder, you moron, her eyes are always moving. You have no idea how insecure she is about that.”

Race’s heart fell to his stomach. He never meant to hurt you. He knew how he sounded when he said those words, but he was caught off guard. He shouldn’t have said anything at all.

Davey stood up, grabbing his and your backpack. “I’m going to go find Y/N.”

However, Jack stood and took the bag from his hands. Instead, he held it out to Race. “He should do it. It’ll give ‘im the chance to ‘pologize.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Race took the backpack and left on his search for you.

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It took him ten or so minutes, but he found you. You sat out in the quad, facing the highway by the school. Watching the cars go by calmed you.

Behind you, you heard the grass rustle. You swiveled around, expecting to see Davey or Jack. You were not prepared to see a certain blonde haired boy, clearly uncomfortable, holding your bag. You raised an eyebrow, but turned back to the highway, hoping he’d leave.

He, instead, sat beside you, throwing your backpack to the space by your feet.

“Thanks,” you muttered.

Silence ensued until Race cleared his throat. “Ya know, I didn’t know youse had anything. I’m real sorry about saying anything, ‘t was never my intention to hurt ya.”

You softened slightly at the statement, but continued to look at the highway. “You didn’t know. It’s fine.”

His hand suddenly took yours and your head snapped to look at him. “It’s not fine though. I wanna understand so I’s can be more considerate to ya.”

A smile adorned your features and you looked back to the highway, your hand not leaving his. “It’s just a birth defect, Race. There’s not much I can do about it. As long as I never acknowledge it, it seems to kind of go away.”

“Can ya get rid o’ it?”

Off put once more, I went to snatch my hand back, but his grip tightened in a panic. “I didn’ ask to be rude, I swears. I like youse the way you are, I do. Just wanna know more.”

Though still slightly shocked, your hand relaxed back into his. “There’s a surgery I can go through with, but there’s always a chance I could go blind. I’d rather have limited vision than none at all.”

He nodded slowly, understanding. His gaze went to the highway with yours, watching the cars speed on.

Without thinking, you leaned into his arm and stared on ahead. He didn’t budge.

“Race?” You felt him hum in response. “You wanna know why I like watching the highway so much?”

He nodded again.

“It’s because for one solid moment, if someone else were to look at it, their eyes wouldn’t be able to focus on anything either.” Sighing, you head leaned on his shoulder. “It’s comforting to me.”

Race didn’t respond, but you knew he was trying to understand. And trying was all you needed.

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Weeks had passed since the incident and Race seemed to be doing all he could to make for his small screw up. He’d bring you coffee in the morning, get you lunch, help with your stories for the paper- he was going above and beyond.

You waved bye to him, promising to see him at lunch, when Davey caught up with you.

“So how’re you and Race?” he asked.

Laughing, you lifted your bag onto your shoulder. “We’re fine I guess. Someone’s gotta tell him all is forgiven though; I can’t believe he still feels guilty over something that happened a month ago.”

Davey’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You think all this is about that? No, no, Y/N, he likes you.”

You shook you head, taking his arm and dragging him to the side of the hallway. “No he doesn’t.”

“I don’t know how you can’t see it. He’s practically falling you around like a puppy.”

Your face flushed and you looked around the hall, everyone hurrying past each other. Smiling at Davey, you squeezed his shoulder. “I need to get to class. I’ll see you in Newspaper.”

You barely paid attention in your classes, too focused on what Davey said.

When arriving at lunch, you scanned the room for the other Newsies’.

“Who’re you looking for, freak?”

Oscar DeLancey. Hesitantly, you turned to see him standing with Morris. A cruel smirk was on his face, growing when he noticed your deer-in-the-headlights expression. “I can see why you can’t see the others. I bet you can hardly see anything with eyes like that.”

The boys were now next to you, Morris taking his turn to speak. “Good thing too. Otherwise, she’d have to see that ugly mug of hers.”

You were going to tell them to leave you alone, maybe even just run away. Before you could do either, Morris was pushed backwards, running into his brother.

Race stood in front of you now, a protective stance before you. “Wanna say that again, Morris?”

Morris strut himself forward, mere inches away from Race. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Race tackled him to the ground, landing a punch straight to his right cheek. Oscar went to grab him, but thankfully, Jack and a few of the other boys ran to pull Race back. It didn’t matter at that point- Race got what he wanted.

He calmed down and walked back to you, taking your arm to lead you out of the cafeteria. He gave a final look behind him, a warning to anyone else who wanted to mess with you. Then he continued to lead you out.

You both ended up in the Newspaper room, it being empty other than the Apple desktops scattered in rows. Race let go of you once the door shut behind you, going to sit on one of the tables. He avoided looking at you, instead staring at his hands.

You sat silently next to him. “Why’d you do that?”

He let out a short, harsh laugh. “He ain’t allowed to say that stuff ‘bout you. No one is.”

“I can take care of myself, Race, you know that. You can stop doing things for me too, all is forgiven, you know.”

He suddenly sat up and looked over at you. “I ain’t doing this to make up for nothin’, Y/N. I’m doing it ‘cause-“ He stopped then.

The room sat silent, but Davey’s words from earlier rang loudly in your eyes. Somehow, you knew what was coming next, and you weren’t complaining.

Softly, you nudged his shoulder with your own. “Go on.”

He looked over your now happy expression. Realization crossed his face and he sighed, covering his face with his hands. “Which o’ the boys told ya?”

“Davey. I didn’t believe him actually.”

Race turned his body to face yours. The old him was back as he smirked down at you. “Well, I think I can prove youse wrong.”

“I’d love it if you did.”

A perfect moment was made as his lips softly brushed yours. For such a loud character, he seemed hesitant, almost afraid to touch you. Taking matters into your own hands, you put your hands on either side of his face and turned your head to deepen the kiss. This gave him the permission he needed. He placed his hands on your waist, pulling your body flush to his. Your hands moved from his cheeks to his hair, running them through the soft tresses. The smell of cigarettes and cheap cologne filled your senses, something you knew you could easily get addicted to.

Before Race could attempt to take it further, you pulled away. He groaned at the loss of contact, leaning his forehead on yours.

“You know I can protect myself, right?”

“  ‘ts more fun if I do it.”

You laughed. “Whatever you say, Race.”

His right hand went to your face, softly brushing the pad of his thumb across your cheek. “I think youse is perfect, all o’ ya. No one gets ta say differn’.”

Words couldn’t express your happiness. Instead, you ran your hand through Race’s hair once more and reconnected your lips.

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do you have any Connor fics/imagines/headcannons that you'd recommend? i've gone through all yours and now I'm dying. Helpppp

YES BUT I WARN YOU A LOT OF THESE ARE SAD

1. This is my favorite Connor series right now, it’s by @leaves-of-three and here’s the first part here! I absolutely love this series and they are an amazing writer

2. This one I constantly go back to, and it was one of the first fan fiction’s I’ve ever read. It’s called Ours by @sindearlyconnormurphy. This is amazing! Please read it

3. Anything by @sincerlyyme. Oh man, this author is amazing with everything they write, but my absolute favorite is probably Strict Parents. OH GOD I LOVE THIS WRITING

4. THIS ONE MIGHT MAKE YOU CRY. But it’s actually about reader being Connor’s sister and oh man, oh man it’s sad. It’s called Drown by @dearevanimagine. GREAT FIC AND ONLY RECOMMEND IF YOU HAVE A PLACE TO CRY ALONE.

5. OH FUCKING SHIT THIS IS GREAT. It’s called Movie Night by @cassdadrawer. I LOVE THIS AND THAT’S ALL I CAN SAY ABOUT THIS

6. GREAT FIC CALLED “Jared don’t Snapchat this!” by @fanficnstuuff. MAN THIS MADE ME SO BLUSHY AFTER READING THIS

THAT’S ALL I GOT MAN BUT ENJOY :)

[pacman-tattoo]

🍒 bc i feel like you would be the type of gf who would hate going out, so instead we would just order chinese food and watch Kitchen Nightmares ... and im all about that

wtf alli u described me perfectly tho??? i hate going out

plus i love chinese food and kitchen nightmares

[watch-the-whole-world-disap-blog]

Quick I need A LIST OF CUTE HUMAN I CRAVE ADORABLE BEANs GIMMIE om nom nOm

OKAY ITS LONG AS HELL@emphatically-enthusiastic @radicallyred @the-cuffs-of-her-jeans @yo-homeslice @interwebseriesfan24 @pacman-tattoo @problematicc-favs @potterlockedtimelord @ask-evan–hansen @ask-jared–kleinman @ask-zoemurphy @ask-alanabeck @ask-the-spacememe @sincerlyyme @shadeswritings @sea-creature-anons @spicy-nug-boi @daveyjacobss @destructivelemonade @dearconnmurphy @did-you-fall-or-did-you-let-go @fly-like-a-grayson @fiestymikefaist @friendlyneighborhoodpug @hallowsbian @huffleheck @jaredflyingsolo @just-another-imagine-writer @let-the-world-pass-by @leftmyurlinmyotherpants @lipstickanon @zoemurphyscereal @cozykleinman @confetticanigula @bemorejermy @beckyisacow @not-ur-typical-guy420 @mkfstcnnrmrph @mybiography @smalldemongirl

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Thank you for tagging me @alpacaapprentice !!!!!

rules: tag 10 followers you want to know better

name: Emma

nicknames: emma grace face, grace, Gracie

gender: girl

star sign: Leo

height: 5'3”

sexuality: not straight

hogwarts house: hufflepuff

favorite animals: wolf

average hours of sleep: 6??

current time: 9:26 am

dog or cat person: DOGS

blankets you sleep with: two

dream trip: taking a private jet around the world

when I made my blog: last year?

how many followers: I think I have 20?

why I made my tumblr: I saw the funny text post on Pinterest

reasons for my url: Nickname

I tag: (I hope you don’t mind that I tagged you, you don’t have to do this thingy if you don’t want to ;) )

@ghostwheeze @oh-goose @problematicc-favs @logically-asexual @sincerlyyme @fly-like-a-grayson

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YAY!! THANK YOU GUYS FOR 1.5K FOLLOWERS!! Y'all are the absolute best and I love each and every one of you with my whole heart. ((There will be another celebration to go along with this don’t worry))

These people have made a huge impact on my tumblr experience and I owe so much to them ♡ This doesn’t mean that I only will follow these people, but it means that these people will always be in my life if they’ll let me ♡

((A-I)) @anthonyramosobc @aaronbrahsir @bullcrappery @daveyjacobss @god-damn-it-miranda @hamilton-canyouimagine @icanneverbesatisfied

@imagineham

@its-quiiet-uptown

((J-R)) @jemcolins @lucky-as-lucky-can-be @maybe-mikala @musicalmoriarty @newsieseverlasting @ourforgottenboleros @pacman-tattoo @pretztato-cake @psychedemigod @queerenbian @raise-our-glasses-to-freedom ((and all of his other accounts love you boo))

((S-Z)) @sarajanesmith42 @secretschuylersister @shawnsrep @sharkastic-issues @sincerlyyme @thatoneimaginesblog @there-are-no-fucking-good-urls @whizzvins

I love all of you and thank you for being a part of my life ♡

[thiccgameplays]

Who do you look up to?

@robot-anon @hamburger-anon @anaclaraalcoforado @sincerely-insanely-me @sincerlyyme (there’s more but that list would go on forever)