About-Four-Thirty

The Shape of You, Part 2/2

A/N:  If you haven’t read Part ½, you will want to read it first to get the background.  WARNING:  BOTH PARTS ARE NSFW.  CONTINUE READING AT YOUR OWN RISK.  I did my best to stay true to what I heard in the song, but please don’t send Ed OR Harry after me.

Part One is here.

Part Two

Squinting at the clock on his nightstand, you realize your eyes are gritty and your mouth tastes like it’s full of cotton balls.  After the sex on the stairs, you and Harry managed to make it upstairs to the third floor where you had strewn your remaining clothes around the room before commencing parts two and three of the most amazing sex you’d ever had in your life.  Yes, you knew it had been a year, so your senses are probably more heightened by the absence of orgasms for that extended time, but after wracking your brain, you can’t think of a single time that Charles had managed to make you cum three times in the same night.  Mostly, he fell asleep immediately after his first orgasm, whether you’d had one or not.

With your awareness of the time of day, you also become aware of your actions, and embarrassment floods you.  It may have been amazing sex, but should you really have allowed this stranger to fuck you three times in one night?  You know practically nothing about him other than his first name and that he must have money since this house is mind blowing with its size and decor.  

Softly, you slide out of bed, careful not to disturb Harry.  In the moonlight, you grab your skirt and your boots from his bedroom, but you can’t find your silk panties.  They’re so tiny that they could easily be missed, so you give up when you hear Harry shifting in the bed, afraid he’ll awaken and ask why you’re leaving. Or worse yet, that he’ll awaken and be glad you’re leaving. Tiptoeing out of the bedroom, you gather the rest of your clothing on your way downstairs, dressing carefully without the sliver of silk you’ve left somewhere upstairs.  

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the meaning of flowers

(a kidge flowershop!AU) 

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Katie Holt wrinkles her nose as she cleans the countertop, dusting off the pollen from the lilies she’s just cut and packaged. The orange dust clings to her fingertips and nearly everything around her. She’s grown up in this show, watched her mom sell flowers for years. That doesn’t change the fact that—she wrinkles her nose as she attempts to hold in a sneeze—she’s allergic to pollen. Blinking away the tears, she thinks she’s in the clear, and then she sneezes, high-pitched and vision-blurring.

If only she wasn’t the only one able to run the shop while her mom’s out of town, taking care of her grandparents for an undetermined amount of time, she would be at home, spending what is normally her free time relaxing. Instead, it’s like involuntarily taking a double shift for an undetermined length of time. She leans back against the front counter, sighing. She still has a while before she’s able to take her afternoon break.  

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The Genderbend Boogaloo

Da-da-da-da-da!~ And noooow….. as voted by the peeeeooople, geeeenderbent smut! Da-da-da!~

Pure genderbent smut of 4k words by a person who hasn’t done any of the shit you’re about to see, so, if anything sounds off, know that I am, as called by my friends, ‘an oblvious, innocent child’. =3=;; So… Yeah. XD

Also, thank you to @hellofriend304 and @upsidedownfruitcake for editing through this fic and to everyone who offered too! ^o^;;I really appreciate it. I was just nervous about this one because… It’s a porn fic, and… I’m basically innocent I guess when it comes to this stuff XD

Anyones, I’m gonna put this under cut now, because NSFW porn times are about to happen! But first, the kink list that’s here, because, there’s a few in here :0

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anonymous asked:

So I was on Youtube just browsing around and a video came up in my suggestions that said "Maddie Ziegler Acting Compilation (All TV and Movie Appearances)" and it was a grand total of about four minutes and thirty seconds for all of the acting roles Maddie has had since 2012.

HAHAHAHAHHAHHHSAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

So, at about four-thirty that morning...

“While still at L’Abri, I had once accosted another student, demanding that he explain why he had converted to Christianity. A pale, thin young man with a strong South African accent, he responded simply, “They shot down all my arguments.

I continued gazing at him somewhat quizzically, expecting something more, well, dramatic. “It’s not always a big emotional experience, you know,” he said with an apologetic smile. “I just came to see that a better case could be made for Christianity than for any of the other ideas I came here with.” It was the first time I had encountered someone whose conversion had been strictly intellectual, and little did I know at the time that my own conversion would be similar.

Back in the States, as I tested out Schaeffer’s ideas in the classroom, I was also reading works by C.S. Lewis, G.K. Chesterton, Os Guinness, James Sire, and other apologists. But inwardly, I also had a young person’s hunger for reality, and one day I picked up David Wilkerson’s The Cross and the Switchblade. Now, here was a story exciting enough to suit anyone’s taste for the dramatic—stories of Christians braving the slums and witnessing supernatural healings from drug addiction. Fired up with the hope that maybe God would do something equally spectacular in my own life, that night I begged Him, if He was real, to perform some supernatural sign for me—promising that if He did, I would believe in Him. Thinking that maybe this sort of thing worked better with an aggressive approach, I vowed to stay up all night until He gave me a sign.

Midnight passed, then one o’clock, two o’clock, four o’clock … my eyes were closing in spite of myself, and still no spectacular sign had appeared. Finally, rather chagrined about engaging in such theatrics, I abandoned the vigil. And as I did, suddenly I found myself speaking to God simply and directly from the depths of my spirit, with a profound sense of His presence. I acknowledged that I did not really need external signs and wonders because, in my heart of hearts, I had to admit (rather ruefully) that I was already convinced that Christianity was true.

Through the discussions at L’Abri and my readings in apologetics, I had come to realize there were good and sufficient arguments against moral relativism, physical determinism, epistemological subjectivism, and a host of other isms I had been carrying around in my head. As my South African friend had put it, all my own ideas had been shot down. The only step that remained was to acknowledge that I had been persuaded—and then give my life to the Lord of Truth.

So, at about four-thirty that morning, I quietly admitted that God had won the argument.”

~ Nancy Pearcey, Total Truth

1/25/2016 Today the Blue Haired Girlfriend hung out with this mystery salamander. It is the second time she has gotten to chill out with this species of salamander, but I’ve never seen one. They only show up when I’m not at home.

I’m reasonably sure they’re planning to replace me with about four hundred and thirty salamanders in a poorly fitted human costume.

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Okay so hear me out.

Kylo is a lets player as well as a pretty constant vlogger and 90% of his videos just consist of him screaming about something or other because he mostly plays frustrating games and has dozens of ridiculous stories that don’t seem like they could actually happen to someone but are all totally true (Once I stabbed my father…. This begins a part of my life I like to call “My time in Juvi”)


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GOODBYE (Ricky Horror Imagine)
{Requested by anon :3}

It was really late in the night, about four thirty in the morning to be exact, usually by this time you would be sound asleep, having beautiful dreams while being in the arms of your handsome boyfriend Ricky.
But not tonight, instead you were sitting on the couch, leaning foward, your hands shielding your face. Your nails then proceeded to slide your hair away from your face in complete frustration. You sighed very heavily, almost sounding like you growled.
You sat up straight for a moment and looked over to your right, where you caught sight of a broken mug, pieces everywhere.
The you looked at the front door, where only a few minutes ago Ricky was standing there, shouting “Screw you (Y/N)!!” before storming out.

Lately the two of you have been fighting and doing nothing but that. You have even lost count of how many times you have argued with each other, but something was different about tonight, you felt like this fight was ten times more intense than the last, and the one before and so on.
Usually by now tears would be running down your face but as it was said before, tonight was different.
More anger was expressed, more true feelings were let out, and even worse, a lot more insults.
Your relationship was most definately on the rocks, you would expect arguments, but not like this, and not this often.

Your mind began to think about how you guys started out, everything was so happy and cheerful, the two of you were inseperable, most of the time you guys would make out, or cuddle, or even make love and tell each other nothing but “I love you.” or “You mean the world to me.”
But all of that has changed so dramatically. Those beautiful words turned into shouting and insults, you cant even remember the last time you heard an I love you comming out of Ricky’s mouth.
“Damnit…” you whispered, feeling an enormous lump form inside of your throat, but you sucked it up, you didnt want to cry anymore, you wanted to do something, something to save your relationship.
But at the same time it all just seemed so hopeless, but there had to be some way. You loves Ricky so much, and there was no way you were about to let fights get in the way. You refused to lose the man who truly stole your heart, even though he has been smashing it lately.

You looked at the time once more, it was now five in the morning, you began to see the black sky turn slightly royal blue outside the window. The sun was beginning to rise, Ricky had been gone for a while now and now your anger and sadness was turning into worry.
You grabbed your cell phone from the coffee table and called him up, his phone mustve been shut off because not even a ring was heard,
It went straight to voice mail.
“Hey this is Ricky, please leave a message and I’ll call you back.” beeeeep.
“Hey…its me…um, Im very worried about you…just please come home, you dont have to talk to me just..come home…bye…” you said and hung up your phone.

Ricky didnt end up comming home until seven in the morning, you couldnt sleep at all, you were waiting for him the entire night, and as he stepped in the room, not a word was spoken, the only type of contact the two of you made was eye contact, and that was very unpleasant.
You could see the anger in his eyes, the same eyes that use to look at you with so much love were now looking at you with so much hate, so it seemed.
He crawled into bed and just fell asleep, you sat there for a few more seconds shocked, it felt like your worse nightmare was slowly comming true. You laid down and fell asleep as well, but the difference between you and him was, you closed your eyes with a tear drop commimg out of them. But your heart still kept that little bit of hope, and you were willing to use that small piece of hope on your bumpy relationship.
The next morning was just like last night before you went to sleep, it was quiet, a little too quiet, the two of you were eating your breakfast. An extremely heavy and overwhelming tension can be felt in the air, it didnt feel good at all.
You wanted to speak, you were a little afriad but you finally built up the courage to do so.
Somebody had to,
“Ricky…” you called out, he continued to eat his food pretending as if he didnt hear you.

You felt your heart shatter a little but you shook it off and spoke a little louder.
“Ricky.”
He finally looked up at you, his expression looked irritated and very annoyed.
“What (Y/N)?”
“Look..Its clear that our relationship has been shitty.”
“Oh really? you dont say.”
“Stop it, Look I really hate it when we fight, weve been fighting too much even over the smallest thing and-”
He raised his hand up cutting you off,
“I hate fighting too (Y/N) but its a little hard not to do it when somebody starts it all the time.” he striked.
Your eyes widend a little, how dare he say that about you, you wanted to destroy him, you wanted to tell him off, but you knew damn well that would just cause another argument.
“Okay fine, I admit that I start some of them, not all, you have to take resposibility too, because the last time I checked, it takes two people to fight.”
“True but the last time I checked, it takes only person to start it all.” he striked once more.
You banged the table and frustratedly ran your fingers through your hair, but once again you swallowed your pride and said,
“Im sorry…”
His expression became surprised, he never thought he would hear you saying those words.
“What?”
“I said Im sorry, Im sorry for pissing you off
so much…”
“Um wow…its alright.”
You came closer to him and took his pale
hands into yours, “Listen Ricky, I really want us to fix our relationship, its not getting any better but I know we can fix it cause if it continues like this then…” you couldnt finish, your voice became shakey towards the end.

He understood and held your hands as well, “I know I get you (Y/N), I want us to fix our relationship too, listen why dont you and I go out on a date tonight? its been a really long time since we did that.” he suggested.
Your face lit up a little, even a small smile began to form, “Really? you mean that?”
“Yes of course I mean it.”
You smiled even bigger and so did he, felt like years had passed since you saw that loving smile, felt like centuries has passed since you felt his hands holding yours, you couldnt wait to feel his arms holding you next, and after that, his lips upon yours.
Later on that night you picked the hottest outfit you could find in your closet.
A black glittery top, a choker, leather jacket, pants and red heels, followed by on point makeup and hair.
You stepped inside the living room where your man was waiting for you.
As soon as he caught sight of you he was really amazed at your beauty, you looked gorgeous.
“Wow, you look amazing.”
“Thank you so do you.”
“Shall we get going?” he asked.
“We shall.”

The date night was going so well for the two of you, you shared laughs for the first time in a while, good and deep conversations, and even gazes at each other, everything was good until now.
It all started when the bill came for the stuff you two ordered, In Ricky’s mind it was way too high, and he was causing a huge scene about it arguing with the waitor. People sitting in the other tables were staring and whispering, you felt completely embarrased, your head was down and your hand was covering your face.
“This cannot be the right price! now fix it!”
“Sir there is nothing I can do Im sorry.”
“Oh for the love of God!” you exclaimed, grabbing money out of your purse and giving it to the waitor, “Here you go, now lets go Ricky!”
“(Y/N)!-”
“I said lets go!!” you yelled pulling him out of the restaraunt.
As you were walking to the car Ricky stopped you and made you look at him.
“(Y/N) what the hell was that all about?! How could embarras me like that?!”
“Embarras YOU?! You were being ridiculous in there! everybody was staring at us like we were maniacs!”
“I was handling it!!!”
“You call that handling it?!!”
“Oh you call what you did handling it?!!!”
“Atleast I did it better than you!!”
“Screw you (Y/N)!!!” he shouted.

Those were the same words you heard last night, the same words that reminded you that this wasnt going to get better, it was just going to get worse.
“I knew it…I knew this night wasnt going to make things better…My God and to think I still had hope for the two of us..but now I see that there isnt any…”
His eyes widend, he didnt like where you were going with this, he hesitated to ask but he knew he had to.
“What are you saying?….”
You began to cry once again, you didnt want to say it but it had to be said, you had no choice.
“Its not going to work Ricky…its over…we’re done.”
You became a little surprised to see that he hasnt said anything, but his watery eyes did all the talking for him.
“You dont mean that..”
“Look at us!!! this is all we do!! its not gonna get better its only going to get worse!!…and I cant take it anymore…goodbye Ricky…” you cried and walked away. He just stood there frozen, his whole world was officially over.
“(Y/N)?….(Y/N)….(Y/N)!!!!!….no….”

A lot of months had passed since that heartbreaking night. You were now living with your best friend, and it was perfect because she was living by herself and she had always wanted a roommate.
“How are you?” she asked as she saw you staring out the window, something you had been doing since youve moved in.
“Oh um…Im fine…”
She laughed a little and shook her head, “No youre not, you miss him dont you?”
“Yeah well why do I miss him? I mean all we would did was fight! Breaking up was for the best!…right?…”
“No, Ive seen how Ricky put a huge smile on your face, he was your true love (Y/N), thats why you miss him, and Im not gonna let you sit here and be heartbroken anymore, Im taking you to go see him.”
You looked at her outraged, “No, Im not gonna go see him.”
“You know you want to, stop lying to yourself. Now come on I’ll drive you.” she assured you.
“What if he moved on already? then what?”
“He hasnt trust me.”
“How do you know that?” you questioned.
“Because I know for a fact that he is still in love with you just as much as you are….”

It took a lot of convincing but you finally agreed to go see him.
As you were on your way there you heart was beating against your chest really hard.
You havent spoken to Ricky since the night of the breakup, even though he blew up your phone with text messages and calls, you didnt answer or return a single one up until now.
“We’re here.” said your bestie snapping you back into reality.
“I still dont know about this…”
“Just go (Y/N)…”
You nodded and stepped out of the car, taking steps towards the front door. It felt strange seeing the old house again, as you reached it your breathed a little heavily.
You looked back at your gal pal, and she waved her hand encouraging you to knock on the door.
You took a deep breath and knocked three times very quickly, as you stood there and waited for him to open, you figured what was the point? you backed out, you couldnt do it.
You started walking back towards the car,
“(Y/N) what are you doing?!”
“I cant fucking do it!!”
“Yes you can go back!!”
“No I cant!”
“(Y/N)?…” you heard a familiar male voice say.

You froze, you felt like you couldnt move even if you wanted to.
“(Y/N)…” he said in a softer and sweeter tone.
Slowly you turned around and stared and at him, he looked even more handsome than before, and you could tell he was thinking the exact same thing about you.
“Hey..” he greeted, very happy to see you.
You started crying, but this time they were tears of happiness, you couldnt take it anymore, you needed to be in his arms right now.
“Hi!” you yelled, running up to him and hugging the hell out of him.
His arms hugged you tightly as well, lifting you up off the ground, crying tears of happiness just like you were.
Your friend was smiling at the two of you from inside the car, she giggled and shook her head saying only three obvious words..
“I knew it.”

(For my fellow Ricky Whores 😁❤️)
-YessyLove💖

BuckyxReader

Okay so i made this as a celebration for completing all my requests i had for my smut book. lol.
Warnings: smut (obviously cause you know—its a celebration for finishing the request for my…smut book xDD). cursing (I think there might only be like–three?)

You woke up next to Bucky, you two had been together for a little while, it was a few years after he had gotten away from hydra and was almost himself again, at least as much as he ever would be, once someone goes through something like that you never fully come back.You moved in his embrace and looked up and his beautiful, non worried face, he was perfect in your eyes. It was about five minutes later when he woke up, he closed his eyes tighter and took a sigh and sensed you where already awake so he nuzzled your forehead. “Morning” He said in a gruff morning voice. You kissed him sweetly. “Morning” he returned and he wrapped his leg around yours to be closer, putting his metal arm around you in a tighter and more protective way and opened his face and smiled at you, the back of your hand was brushing against his face lovingly as you smiled calmly at him. “Let’s go out for dinner tonight” He whispered in your ear as if someone else was there and peppered your face in sweet short kisses which made you giggle and smile. He ended the act with a sweet passionate kiss on your lips. You kissed him back, loosely biting his bottom lip and tugging at it a little. He flipped you both over so he was on top of you, towering over you as he held your hands at either side of your head. You lifted your stomach, your breasts pressing against his chest, making him groan a little. He grabbed both your hands up above your head and grabbed them with his metal hand, taking his real one and pushing your stomach down gently, whispering, “tonight, baby” And kissed down your neck, making you groan slightly at the thought of having to wait all day to have him. He got off you after giving you a final kiss and got up.Two could play at this game you think to yourself and sit up.You both got into the shower, you purposefully brushing against his dick every now and then, making him have to choke down a moan. Once you guys got out you dried yourselves off. You went to your walk in closet, his towel still wrapped around his waist, and yours just above your breasts, letting it fall to your hips when he could only see you back. You threw him some cloths and he put them on, you grabbing very dark blue short shorts and a shirt that that showed the tiniest bit of skin on your stomach and showed a lot of cleavage. Your plan was evil, but you knew you were in for the best sex of your life that night knowing Bucky.He kept looking at your body when he thought you weren’t watching all day, making you smirk to yourself mentally.When it was about four thirty you guys headed to dinner, Bucky practically swallowed his food whole. You, on the other hand, took your time, just to be an ass to him.You didn’t have to be a mind reader to know what he was thinking, he was tapping his foot with temptation and chewing the inside of his lip, it wouldn’t surprise you if it was bleeding slightly. He watched as you put your fork in your mouth and slid it out, seeming as though he had to choke and swallow a whimper or a moan, this was honestly quit amusing for you.Once you finished you both walked out, he grabbed your hand and left in a speed walked and quickly started the car for home. As soon as you pulled in the driveway and got inside he threw you roughly against the way and instantly pushed past your lips and into your mouth, ripping off your shirt and bra, muttering “I’ll buy you some knew stuff later” Into the kiss and pulling down your short, almost breaking the button that tightened them on how rough he was being.“You can- do that- to me-it’s not- okay” he said in-between breaths and kisses, sending vibrations through your whole body. You took off his shirt and jeans, leaving him in just his underwear that he seemed to fill a little too well; he pulled off you panties and his underwear. He instantly lined himself up with your entrance after lifting you up slightly and thrusted into you quickly, eagerness and lust filled his body. He slammed into you roughly and fast, making moans escape your mouth “Fuck Bucky” You yelled and he thrusted into you harder, making you cum around him with a loud moan. You could tell he was close also, resisting the urge it seemed,  he pulled out of you suddenly with a grunt and kissed you roughly, backing you up into another wall roughly, the cold wall hit your skin and made you yelp at the cold feeling against your back, making him moan slightly. “Get on the counter” He mumbled into the kiss, seeing you guys had landed in the kitchen. “What?” You asked, slightly surprised but kept kissing him. “We can use the table if you’d prefer that.” He mumbled, you moved to the counter since it was closer and sat up, breathing heavily from you make out session. He looked over your body; he obviously started just kissing you to get control of himself again. After a moment of just looking at you hungrily he strutted over to you and attacked your neck, forcing moans from you as he grabbed your ass with his metal arm and rubbing his cock against your clit and folds, teasing your entrance before thrusting roughly into you again, thrusting into you forcefully, making you moan his name he bit at your neck slightly. It was definitely going to leave a mark. He carefully laid you down on your back while still thrusting into you and lifted your legs so the where resting on his shoulders, hitting your sweet spot instantly after that, making you scream his name in pleasure. You hit another high and put him over the edge. His thrusts became sloppy as he lost his energy and rested his head on your stomach as he caught his breath and pulled out of you. You rested your hands in his hair as you caught your breath. “Maybe I should make you this eager more often” You breathed and he laughed slightly, moving your legs off his shoulder and you hooked them around his waist as he lifted you off the counter and kissed your lips in a sweet soft kiss. “Maybe” He said, looking at the job he did on your neck. “Let’s go get a shower-and uh- I’ll buy you knew cloths tomorrow-“He said and you just gave him a smile that was obvious you where trying to not laugh. “Okay” you manage to say and kiss his neck, resting your head on his shoulder as he carried you to the shower.

My Boys Drabbles - The Right Shepherd (Part 1)

This will be another 3-4 part story. @jia911 and @shepherdess-amelia thank you so much for your help!


This story is from the series My Boys Drabbles but it can also be read as a independent one shot.

  • The Prompt:

An Anon asked me to write about Amelia’s career. I will link this story to the Ask.

  • Timeline:

This one sets two years before MBBF.

My Boys Drabbles – The Right Shepherd (Part One)

 

Owen walked into the house, shrugging off his coat to remove the droplets of rain and hanging it before he finally made his way into the living room.

“Hey guys,” He smiled affectionately at three of his sons who were gathered by the coffee table, apparently playing a game on a tablet.

“Hey, dad,” Thomas lifted his head and greeted his father with a grin. “We’re setting our teams for the online MLS league. Do you want in? I can send an invitation to your email.”

“Sure,” Owen ruffled his head and walked past Thomas and the twins, towards the back of the house. He had been at the hospital for more than thirty straight hours, working on back to back surgeries after an unusual heavy storm in the city had led the way to many accidents, including a lot of MVCs.

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anonymous asked:

Hi!!! I really really love this blog!! Can you please do a one shot where the reader and Dean are fighting in the car, and Dean is driving, but a drunk driver runs the stop sign and hits the car, on the reader's side, making it go off the road, and Dean and the reader are in the abulance on the way to the hospital and she is unresponsive but she later wakes up in the hospital.

It was another basic late night car ride with Dean, in the middle of summer. It was about two in the morning and neither one of you had gotten any sleep. The next hotel was about thirty four Miles’s from where you were now, and you couldn’t wait to finally lay down.

The conversation about getting out of this life, and starting a family again had resurfaced. Dean wasn’t too happy about it, because he knew that if he did this, something bad would happen, yet again. It always did.

“Y/n, I know you want a family. I want one too. We just can’t do it! You know that! Once we starting having a family and everything is going good, something is going to pop up and ruin it for us! It always does!”

“Dean, I haven’t had a normal life! I want a normal life! I want out of this bullshit hunting business!”

“You want out? So out of being with me and hunting?”

“Yes! I mean no! I want out of hunting, but I want you with me! We can do this, Dean! If something does try to mess us up, we fight back Dean! That’s what you do! You fight! Please Dean. I can’t stand the constant nasty hotel rooms, and the nasty road food! It’s disgusting and you know it!”

“It is y/n, but we just can’t!”

“Why not Dean! What are you so afraid,” you were suddenly cut short when a car that had a stop sign, decided to run it, slamming into your side of the car.

You threw your hands up to protect your face, but it was too late. The car slid off the road, and down into a ditch.

When Dean woke up, he looked around, then looked at you. The fear that sunk into his eyes, was something that was only there when Sam’s brother had died in the past. Your limp body was laying in the seat beside him, with your head laid back.

“Y/n! No, no, no, no! Y/n! Please!” Dean lifted your head and held it in his hands. Dean pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed 911.

It wasn’t long before the ambulance arrived, and put you and Dean on a stretcher and placed you in the back. Dean sat there staring at you, yelling at the guys.

“Is she okay? Is she even alive?”

“Sir, she is going to be okay. We are going to do everything we can. Is she allergic to anything?”

“No, she not. Just help her please.” Right after Dean said that, you begin shaking. “What’s wrong with her? Why aren’t you helping her!”

“She’s having a seizer,” one of the men yelled out.

The two men went over to you and helped you. Dean was trying so hard to get up, and get to you, but he couldn’t.

“Help her dammit!”

“Sir, you have to lay back! We are going to help her!”

Dean through his head back on the pillow and cursed to himself.

When you got to the hospital, the two medics wheeled the both of you in.

“Female and male evolved in a motor vehicle accident. The female has serval broken ribs, possible head injuries, and a broken wrist. She had a seizer on the way. Male with less injures. Broken rib, and several cuts which needs stitches.”

The medics wheeled the two of you in separate locations, and Dean wasn’t having it. He fought to get up, but the doctors held him back down.

When Dean was check out, he walked to your hospital room, and saw the tubes and wires that were connected to you. Dean sat in the chair that was beside your bed, and held your hand tight.

One thing Dean couldn’t bare to lose, other than his brother, was you. The doctor came in as Dean kissed your hand.

“She is stable. She is going to make a full recovery and she wake up soon. She had blood in her brain, and we went it and fixed it. She should wake up soon.”

“Thank you,” he whispered as the doctor walked out and Dean held your hand tighter.

“If you keep squeezing, my hand is going to fall off,” you said as you woke up and looked over at Dean.

“Y/n I am so sorry! I love you so much and I can’t believe this happened to you.”

“It’s not your fault Dean. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay. Y/n, seeing you in that ambulance made me realize. I want out too. I want to be with you, living as normal and we can get. I want the apple pie life, but only if I’m with you. I was going to ask you this, when I thought it was the best time. But what’s not the best time when you’re sitting in a hospital bed,” Dean said as he moved off the chair, and kneeled down. “Y/n, will you marry me? I promise to love you forever and give you all I can in life.”

You couldn’t stop the tears that flooded your eyes. “Yes,” you whispered out. “Yes!” You put your hand up to your mouth, and watched as Dean pulled out a beautiful diamond ring. He slid it on your ring finger, and kissed you softly.

five

I skipped yesterday’s update because I had a riding accident and I was knocked out on pain killers, you’ll get the double one tomorrow. also, to clarify, this is not a sequel to talk, nor it was a prompt, as I was writing this just took form and I kinda liked it. 

loads and loads of drama and tears, you’ve been warned.

« hope »

Owen’s heart almost stopped as he walked in. It was late, so very late and he’d been looking for Amelia for a while now. They hadn’t said a word to each other since he’d told her off in the hallway and it had just dawned on him that he had to clear things up. Starting with a profuse apology, which may or may not turn into begging, he’d do his best to patch things up. Amelia had not been avoiding him, not per se, they had been on opposite schedules and he’d seen her more than once dash out of the hospital as soon as her shift ended. Also – what had probably caused his sudden epiphany – she looked awful. Sunken cheeks, coupled with dark circles and bags under her eyes, the worst, though, were her eyes. From the lively, electric blue they had turned to a pale, washed color he didn’t even recognize, that is, unless she was looking at him, because then they’d be filled with murderous rage, turning sharp as ice. He needed to make it better. Once he’d been told that she was scrubbing out from an emergency craniotomy, he’d paged her. When he got no answer he paged her again and again, until he realized her shift was over and she was probably not in the hospital anymore.

Considering he was stuck here for a bit longer he’d made himself useful going down to the ER, busying himself sewing up patients and handling the chaos. About twenty minutes in he finally got a page. One of his post op patients crashed and was dead before he arrived. Owen leaned his back against the cold wall of the ICU, rubbing a hand on his face, hoping to wipe out exhaustion and anger and disappointment and guilt. The patient, he likely wouldn’t have made it, he barely made it off the table alive, but it wasn’t looking all that good. Instead of walking right back to the elevator and back down to the ER, he went on a little detour, walking around the entire floor to peek inside the NICU. It shouldn’t make him feel better, tiny babies struggling themselves to survive, shouldn’t make him feel better, but it did. Watching parents gush over their little one breathing on their own or just move their legs or flex their fingers, made him feel better. Only it was too late today to find any of the parents still here, it was mostly deserted, incubators and monitors were all he could see. Owen took a couple of steps and noticed someone inside, sitting in a chair in front of an incubator. It was a doctor – scratch that, it was a surgeon, the navy scrubs were a dead giveaway.

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I Got A Boy - Chapter 4

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The next morning, Annabeth woke and immediately forgot where she was. The paint on the ceiling was too white, the room didn’t smell like the lemon tree that was right outside her window, the bed was too stiff and springy and creaked when she shifted. This wasn’t her room. Like someone dumping a cold bucket of water over her head, her memories came flooding back.

She had fallen asleep well after Percy had shut out his light and sighed right before he grew quiet and eventually his gentle snores were the only thing she could hear in the dark.

She didn’t remember falling asleep, and probably didn’t get much of it - what with the nerves bubbling up in her belly. Now that it was morning, she definitely wasn’t going back to bed.

To make sure she wasn’t going to wake him up, Annabeth leaned over the edge of her mattress and checked on Percy.

But his bed was empty - the sheets having been kicked to the bottom of it.

She scrunched her eyebrows and pouted, curious to know where it was he had disappeared to this early on a Monday - with a sickening lurch, Annabeth checked the alarm clock: 6:43am.

She let out a breath. There was still forty-five minutes until she had to be at her first class.

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Fuck you so much. P.S. this sucked

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The Hard Questions (Chapter 3)

Chapter 2

“Hey.” I wake to a gentle nudge on my shoulder. “Elodie.” I groaned and tried to swat the hand away. “Elodie, I really hate to do this to you, but if you sleep much longer the jet lag is gonna mess you up.” I felt the bed shifting and then Steinem’s excited good morning kisses. I let my eyes flutter open and gently pushed Steinem off me to see Harry smiling gently.

“Morning.” he greeted. 

“Likewise.” I replied. “Do you have coffee?”

“I do actually,” he said, producing a cup that had been set on the nightstand. “I don’t know how you take it-”

“Black is fine,” I said accepting the cup. Inhaling the steam rolling off the life-saving liquid, I could smell a rich, full-bodied brew. I took  a tentative sip and sighed. Delicious.

“Thanks,” I said, holding the cup in two hands and looking up. Harry was standing awkwardly at the foot of the bed, unsure as to whether or not he should stay and talk with me or leave me to my drink. 

I didn’t want him to leave.

“You can sit, if you want,” I told him. He perched on the edge of the bed with his own cup.

“So,” I started, trying to break the silence, “what do you have planned for today?”

“Packing, mostly.” he answered. “Some friends of mine are throwing a party, and I’d like to go. You can come if you want.”

“I kind of have to,” I said. “I have to write an in-depth piece, remember? I have a job to do while you’re punishing me.”

Harry studied the coffee cup in his hands. Steinem looked from me to him as if he were watching a tennis match.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, so quietly it was just above a whisper. “I know this is hard for you, I admit that threatening to sue you probably wasn’t the most mature choice.”

I had to hold back a snort of derision. “Then why make me do this?” I asked.

“I want you to see me.” he told me quietly. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this right now, but you’re wrong. About me and who I date. I wanted you to see that.”

“Eight months of telling me I’m wrong seems just a tad overboard, don’t you think?”

“Well, I’ve read your articles.” He answered. “You’re blunt, and you’re honest. You don’t sugarcoat anything.” He looked up from his cup to face me.

“Even though we’ve come a long way as a band, people still call us a boyband, like we’re a couple of kids.”

“And you think I could change that? And how many of my articles have you read?”

“I’ve read a fair few. And I think a piece in Smirk about the real stuff would help people realize that we’re not boys anymore.”

“Oh.”

“Plus,” he turned to me with a smile, “I really like hanging out with Steinem." 

He reached out and patted my dog’s head, who reacted with a happy bark and wagging tail. I smiled. This was one of the moments where I regretted how bitchy my article sounded. Maybe I should’ve gotten to know him more.

"Well,” I started, “If you need help packing, I’d be happy to lend a hand.”

“Thanks.”

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“Isn’t this shirt worth like $1500?”

“I think so. Why?”

“No reason. It just looks like something you could get something you could from a thrift store for like, five cents.”

“Heeeeeeeey. It’s a cool print.”

I giggled. We had dove into Harry’s extensive wardrobe and had been attempting to sort it into piles, once that was done, we had been putting the piles in suitcases. And as much as people on Twitter liked to joke, his wardrobe really was 75% skinny jeans. The rest was printed button downs, YSL coats and weird hats.

“Um, Harry?” I asked. 

“Yeah?”

“Is this…..a woman’s coat?” I held up a Burberry trench. Harry’s cheeks immediately turned pink. “Oh, uh,” he stammered. “Yeah, it is.”

I raised an eyebrow. 

“I got a little carried away in the store one day,” Harry explained. “Midnight Memories had just dropped, and we had just gotten our first checks.”

I could see his eyes sparkling at the memory and I couldn’t help but smile. He studied me for a moment. “You should try it on.” He stated. I looked up, my eyes widening. “Me?” I asked.

“No, Steinem. Yes, you.” he laughed. “Go on then.”

I put the coat on, looking at him curiously. It fit perfectly, which struck me as odd, given how skinny Harry was. He stepped close to me, tugging the coat into place and tying the belt tight. I looked up, realizing just how close our lips were to each other. “Perfect.” he whispered. We both were moving closer by the centimeter, when Harry’s phone buzzed in his pocket. We both shot apart, Harry picking up his phone with a curt, “Hello?” a pause. “Yeah man, I’ll be there in like, an hour. Okay. See you then.”

He put his phone down and turned to look at me. I had since removed the coat and placed it on his bed.

“Hey,” I asked suddenly, “why isn’t there a sheet on your bed?" 

There was nothing but bare mattress beneath his comforter. I looked up and Harry had gone white as well……a sheet. "Um,” he mumbled, “I’m trying to get used to a tour bunk. They’re really firm." 

"Oh.”

“Anyway, we should start getting ready.”

“Already?” I looked at my watch, shocked to see that it was already about four thirty in the evening. “We’ve really been at this for that long?”

“I guess so.” he was studying me again. “You should take the coat.”

I looked down at the trench again. It was probably worth at least three paychecks, minimum. “I really shouldn’t,” I said, “It’s way too expensive.”

“Good thing I paid for it, then.” Harry replied with a smile. “C'mon, think of it as a peace offering. Besides, doesn’t really fit me well in the shoulders, makes my hips huge, and the way it looks with my boobs, you don’t even wanna know.”

I laughed. “Well,” I responded sarcastically, “If you really think it would improve relations between us, I guess really don’t have a choice, do I?”

Harry’s face instantly softened. “Yes you do,” he answered. “You always have a choice with me.”

We looked at each other for a moment. He looked concerned, as if he was afraid I was going to start sobbing about how much of a prisoner I was. Instead, I picked up the trench and held it up to myself. “Maybe I’ll just hold onto it for you.” I said quietly. I then made my way to his bedroom door, turning to him on my way. “I’ll go get ready for the party.” I told him. I clicked my tongue for Steinem to follow, who got up from his spot beneath the window and followed me to my room. I gently closed my door gently and leaned against it. 

What was going on? Why was he acting this way? Did he genuinely like me and care about me? We barely knew each other. Was he just trying to distract me and get on my good side so I wouldn’t make him look bad again? 

I pondered these questions, shrouded in a confused fog as I dressed and got made up for the party. In my trusty Louboutins, triple-markdown Alice & Olivia LBD and a necklace given to me by my best friend Gretchen, I felt at least semi-ready to take on the crowd we were going to hanging with tonight. Just as I spritzed on some perfume (Clinique Happy) there was a tap at the door. 

“Are you ready?” Harry’s voice softly inquired from the other side. 

“Just about.” I responded, surveying myself in the mirror. Yep. That would work. I opened the door to a waiting Harry, whose eyes widened when he saw me. I had to stop myself from smirking. “Are we taking a cab, or…?” I asked. 

“Oh, uh, yeah.” Harry stuttered. “We’ll have to leave separately. I hope that’s not a problem.”

“Not at all.”

There was a cab waiting outside, the number for which we were given once we had been dropped off at the Shoreditch House, at which I had interviewed a few Smirk cover stars. I had never liked the place. It was like a douchebag refugee camp. Granted, I wasn’t exactly Mother Teresa, but seriously. Just because you had recently acted in a film that did well at the Cannes or had painted something cool did not give you license to act like a tool. I followed Harry through the dimly lit maze of pretentious artists and their muses, spoiled heiresses and heirs, uppity filmmakers and actors and worst of all, models. Dozens of them. It was like a convention for the underfed. Nonetheless, I felt myself suck in my stomach as we made our way upstairs, which Harry told me had been privately booked for the event. The room we made it to was blessedly emptier, with quite a few couches and chairs for people to rest on. As we neared the host, a waif-like redhead shoved past me, practically elbowing my clutch out of my hand while wiping away some telltale white powder from underneath her nose, chirping a hello to Harry. I rolled my eyes as we finally reached our host, revealed to be Nick Grimshaw. Nick had appeared as a guest DJ on Smirk Radio, our Sirius XM station. He recognized me and we hugged and exchanged the usual English greeting of quick cheek kisses. “Didn’t know you’d be coming, Els.” he said warmly.

“Here on official business, Nick” I replied. 

“She’s touring with us,” Harry piped up.

“Really? What for?”

“He’s paying me back for my article I wrote on Wednesday.” I stated.

“Why? It was hilarious.” Nick laughed. 

“And untrue.” Harry grumbled.

Before I could reply, a loud, flinty voice called out both Harry and Nick’s names. We all looked back to see Jada Cherrise, the current face of Prada, whose unofficial motto was, “Yes, I’m a cunt-faced bitch with the personality of a frozen cactus, but don’t my looks make up for it?” The daughter of a mafia heiress and international heroin magnate, Jada had grown up in New York with a silver spoon ensconced firmly in her mouth. At least, it was in there when she wasn’t sucking dicks or screaming threats at people to get what she wanted. Rumor had it, the life had partner of the adverstising manager for Prada had mysteriously gone missing for a few days, then returned once Jada was publicly confirmed as its spokesmodel for its spring season. Kelly and I had both nearly gotten black eyes when interviewing her last month at Fashion Week. Minutes later, while looking for her to finish our interview, we had caught her in a supply closet with Karl Lagerfeld’s assistant’s dick in her mouth.

Nick rolled his eyes and groaned as she came closer, a bouncer trailing her.

“How the fuck did she get in?” he grumbled.

“What’s wrong with Jada?” Harry asked. “She’s nice.”

“Yeah,” Nick replied. “If you’re a multimillionaire.”

“Heeeeeeey.”

“NICK!” Jada shrilled as she got close enough. “This stupid fatass has told me that I’m not on the list. Please tell him he’s wrong.”

The bouncer in question opened his mouth to reply but was waved away by Nick. “It’s fine, Jake.” he said. “Thanks for trying.” He then turned to Jada. 

“Truthfully, Jada.” he smiled fakely, You weren’t on the list. And I’d appreciate it if next time you’d call ahead instead of crashing and abusing my staff.“

"Oh, what-the-fuck-ever.” Jada whined. “Daddy always says that if you want something, anything is necessary.”

I couldn’t help it. I snorted. Audibly. Harry frowned and Jada whirled to me. “And who the fuck are you?” she spat. Before I could introduce myself, Harry jumped in, desperate to keep the peace. “Jada, this is Elodie. She writes for Smirk.” Jada’s eyes narrowed. 

“Weren’t you that fucking rag that tried to tell everyone that I suck dicks in order to get contracts?” she snarled.

“Don’t you?” I asked with fake cordiality. 

Harry glared at me. Nick, however, appeared to be having the time of his life.

“Who wants a drink?” He asked. 

“I’d like a gimlet, please.” I answered.

“I’ll have the Cranberry Cosmo.” Harry added.

“Do you want it in a rocks glass so you’ll still feel like a man?”

Harry fake-glared at Nick. “Yeah.”

“Nothing for me.” Jada snapped. Nick left to get our drinks. Jada turned to me. 

“I remember you,” she snarled. “You and your bitch friend wrote an article about how I push anorexia on teens or whatever." 

"I may have.”

“Fuck you.”

“No thanks. I hear you’ve been everywhere, and catching a venereal disease just doesn’t appeal to me.”

“Look, so I’ve blown a couple guys to get what I want. What does it fucking matter?”

“You literally set feminism back ten years every time you do it, so-”

“Oh, please. We both know feminism is for fat ugly girls.”

I was opening my my mouth to reply when Harry jumped in. Nick had brought back our drinks, and I took a gulp of my gimlet, the alcohol both soothing and increasing my anger

“So, Jada.” Harry said, “I hear you’ve signed with Chanel.”

I nearly choked on my drink. “Yeah, I have.”  Jada sneered. “They took some persuading, but I’ll be in their fall shoe campaign.”

“Is that so?” I asked “I hear their shoes are pretty uncomfortable to kneel in.”

Now it was Nick’s turn to choke on his drink. “I think I’ll go see how Alexa and Daisy are doing.” he turned and walked away.

“Okay, what is your fucking deal?” Jada shrieked. “Do you know who I fucking am?”

“Unfortunately, I do.” I replied, my own voice rising. “You’re a pampered brat who steps on and shames others and uses her body to get what she wants. You give women a bad name, and you have no problem with that. That’s who you are.”

“Okay,” I heard Harry’s voice in my ear and felt his hand grasp my upper arm and firmly pull me toward the exit. We stood in the upstairs hallway. My chest was heaving with anger, and Harry’s cheeks were rosy with the same emotion.

“Alright.” He spat. “You can make fun of me. But don’t ever be rude to my friends again. Ever.”

“Jesus, you call someone like that a friend?” I snarled. “What, is it some form of penance?”

He opened his mouth to reply, but I interrupted. “Y'know what? I’ll just go. But if you think for one fucking second that that cunt is worth your time, then my impression of you is already off to a disappointing start.” I turned to leave, but Harrys hand still on my arm stopped me. He pulled me close to him, our faces inches apart.

“Just because I prefer to see the good in people doesn’t mean I’m a bad person Elodie,” he hissed. I snorted in his face.

“If you can see any good in that bitch, then you must have x-ray fucking vision.” I hissed back. I then yanked my arm away and stalked down the hallway and stairs, ripping my phone out of my purse and dialing the number for the cab. 

Twenty minutes later, I was back at Harry’s, wrenching his door open with the key he gave me. Steinem looked up from one of his toys and padded over to me, nuzzling into my hand. I absentmindedly petted him before stomping upstairs and showering, swearing under breath the entire time. By the time I was scrubbed clean, I was still seething. How could he stick up for that brat? Goddammit! Stomping downstairs, I ripped open Harry’s fridge, looking for something, anything sugary and fattening. All I could find was soymilk and veggies. Slamming it closed, I opened the freezer side, finding nothing remotely close to what I was looking for. Just as I was about to give up, something caught my eye, hidden behind a package of frozen berries. I tore it away to see six different kinds of Haagen-Dazs. I snickered gleefully and grabbed a pint of Vanilla Caramel Brownie. I also grabbed a glass of and poured myself some wine from Harry’s vast cellar. Just because I was in a different country didn’t mean I had to skip my cheat day.

I climbed the stairs with my prizes and settled into my bed, setting up Netflix on my laptop. After finishing the ice cream, wine and three episodes of American Horror Story, I stated to get drowsy. I turned off my laptop and made sure everything was packed and ready for the next morning before nodding off.

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 After Elodie left, Harry  tried to soothe Jada’s ruffled feathers, but after thirty seconds of talking to her, he realized Elodie was right. Jada was a bitch. She couldn’t stop talking, and all she did talk about was how jealous people were of her and dropping innuendos. Harry finally managed to excuse himself to talk to Nick and Alexa.

“Where’s Elodie?” Nick asked.

“She and Jada got into a bit of a spat, so she left.”

“I should’ve stayed around to watch that.”

“Real nice, Nick.”

“Oh come on, Harry.” Alexa groaned. “Jada’s awful and we all know it.”

“Also, Elodie is seriously fit. You gonna get on that?” Nick asked.

“She’s not a that, Nick. She’s a her.” Harry said. “A her that I barely know.”

“So maybe, then.” Alexa winked.

They continued talking, but Harry wasn’t listening. All he could think about was Elodie, and how she looked in that black dress, her cheeks aflame and her hair framing her face perfectly. He realized with a shock he was starting to get hard. He quickly mumbled he had to use the loo and made his way there, hoping neither Nick or Alexa had noticed his growing bulge. By the time he had reached the upstairs private bathroom, he thought he might explode. Once the door was shut and locked behind him, he yanked down his trousers and and boxers, his cock slapping against his abs. Taking hold of it, he pretended his hands were Elodie’s and began to vigorously stroke himself. 

“You want me don’t you?” she was whispering in his ear, his prick getting still harder with each syllable. “You want me on this gorgeous dick, huh?” He was still flicking his own wrist against himself, but what he saw was him slamming into Elodie from behind bent over the counter, hearing her moan with each thrust. “You want this, Harry.” she said. He thrusted faster, making her lean her head back and mewl into his ear. “Oh, that’s so good.” she cooed. “You like it, yeah?” Harry growled. “So much.” she replied. She then gasped. “Oh, Harry. I’m so-so close!” she began moaning loudly as his fingers dug into her hips, his own release drawing closer. After a few more thrusts, she shrieked and fell pliant in his arms, mumbling his ear to keep going. After one last jolt into his palm, he came. He opened his eyes to see his own sweaty reflection, his hand and the counter covered in cum. He washed his hands and used some paper towels to wipe it up. 

No one had ever made him feel this way. No woman had ever made him want to duck into the bathroom of a very posh club and wank like a teenager. Why did he even feel this way? Elodie made fun of him. She called him out on things. What was happening. Harry pulled his trousers up and splashed some water on his face before exiting the bathroom, dodging Jada before making his way to Nick and announcing his departure.

“Good of you to come, man.” Nick said, clapping him on the shoulder. Harry hugged him and Alexa before heading downstairs and calling the cab. When he got home, Steinem was waiting for him in the entry, tail wagging as if this were their normal routine. 

“Hey, bud.” Harry yawned while making his way to the kitchen. Opening up his freezer, he noticed the frozen berries in front of his secret stash had been disturbed. And that the Vanilla Caramel Brownie was gone from his collection. Guess it’s not a secret anymore, Harry thought to himself as he grabbed a pint of Strawberry Cheesecake. After a few bites, he put the container back in the freezer and made his way upstairs with Steinem following. The giant dog nudged the door to Elodie’s room open, bounding onto the bed next to his sleeping owner, who didn’t so much as stir. Harry closed the door and made his way to his own bedroom, showering before collapsing into his bed, the suitcases all around him being the last thing he saw before sinking into a deep sleep. His last thought, however was how strangely excited he was to be sharing a tour bus for the next eight months with the woman across the hall from him.