also the guy to the left has the best t shirt i have ever seen

RIP To My Youth

and you could call this the funeral

My first Jughead imagine, this is part one, if you guys enjoy it I’ll keep it going. 

Pairing: Jughead x Reader 

Description: Jug and the reader have been best friends since they were kids, but lately, things have changed, Riverdale has changed, Jug has changed and Y/N thinks maybe it’s time she changed too. 

Warnings: ANGST ANGST SO MUCH ANGST YO (maybe a couple o swears)

Word count: 2088

Part 2

It was getting to the point where I was having internal battles with myself every night. ‘Y/N he’s working on the novel and the newspaper, of course, it’s going to be harder for him to spend time with you’ versus ‘he’s moved on, he’s closer with Betty now, he and Archie are closer too, you’ve lost him, you’re irrelevant’. These were the thoughts that had been consuming my brain for the past couple of weeks. Jug was my best friend, right? Maybe I should text him? Maybe not. I started playing with my pale grey cap, my nervous tick of sorts. Jug could always tell when I was nervous because I would fiddle with the cap “Y/N” he’d say “spill it, you can’t hide anything from me, I can read you like an open book”. Thinking about this little memory was bittersweet. How can someone who’s practically by your side every day suddenly just have no real interest in talking to you? Ever since the murder of Jason Blossom, it really feels like everything in Riverdale has changed.

I glanced at my clock perched on my bedside table, 7:45 pm sigh. Maybe doing some homework will take my mind off all this bullshit, who’s idea was it to put me in advanced algebra anyway? Oh, that’s right my father, who I really wish was here right now and not away on some business trip. Tonight would have to be a lonely one. That’s when I remembered I had Jug’s math textbook, there it was sitting on my desk. I flipped it open and sure enough on the bottom left-hand corner was a small ‘property of Jughead Jones’. Perfect I could use this as an excuse to text him. 

Hey Jug, I forgot I had your math textbook? Want me to come drop it over? The two-hour wait to get a reply just built up more and more anger inside of me Hey Y/N, I’m working on an article with Betty right now, could you drop it off to me in the newsroom in free period tomorrow? This was it, this was fucking it, oh I would take his textbook to him tomorrow and I would also confront him about this whole thing, that’s what I’d do straight up ask him why I was suddenly dead weight, I’ve had his guys back for so many years and now I’m just nothing, I won’t have it. Will do I sent back, cool calm and collected and then I was going to give him a piece of my mind tomorrow.

Getting ready for school was never a difficult task for me, I pretty much did the same thing everyday. My Y/H/C was tied into a ponytail with the front strands falling onto my face framing it. I put on my classic ripped boyfriend jeans and a black t-shirt, accompanied by my army jacket. To finish off my classic look I added my signature grey cap and put on my favourite dark grey lipstick. I wasn’t the girliest of girls, that was for sure, but everyone seemed to identify me by my style and in this I found comfort. After giving myself the once over in the mirror I grabbed Jug’s textbook from my desk, shoving it into my bag and I set off for school.

The day dragged on and on, I had a tonne of classes with Kevin and Ronnie today so it was nice to hang out with them for a change. This was of course until Kevin pulled the “I haven’t seen you and Jughead together in a while, what happened you two are usually joined at the hip?” line “You guys are my otp, I hope there’s no trouble in paradise” Veronica added. “Ronnie we’re not dating, why does everyone always think that and honestly, I don’t know, I guess he’s been too busy with this whole novel and newspaper thing to remember me as well” I replied giving my best interpretation of a fake smile. Veronica and Kevin gave me sympathetic looks. 

As the bell rang, signaling our release I was packing my things together when Veronica grabbed my arm. “Y/N you need to tell Jug how you feel, I don’t know if you’ve even admitted it to yourself yet but it’s pretty obvious you’re in love with him, I can see how much not seeing him is hurting you and I think it’s best if you face this head on” I was so taken aback by this, I mean for years I’ve always had people ask if Jug and I were dating but no one had been this blatant with me. Was she right?, No he’s my best friend, I couldn’t be in love with him no way. I let out an awkward laugh “I don’t love Jughead, we’re just friends” It came out so defensive that Veronica raised both her eyebrows and folded her arms “the fact that you’re being so defensive about this just further proves my point” She said in a sing-song voice. “I gotta go Ronnie” I replied standing up from my seat and walking out the classroom “I only say this cause’ I care” she yelled after me.  

Making my way towards the newsroom, I’d never felt so nervous in my life, like get a grip girlie it was just your friend, surely this whole not speaking to me thing was just, not even a big deal and I was hyping it all up. I was still going to have a go at him though because he was angry when Archie ditched him and now he’s okay with doing it to me? Not on my watch.

I had the math book in my hand as I was walking up to the door of the newsroom, I had my best ‘pissed off face’ going on I was ready.

I had my hand almost on the doorknob when I took a quick glance through the doors glass window. That was when my stomach fell, my jaw dropped and my heart involuntarily shattered. It was just a glimpse that’s all I could allow myself to watch, but inside that dusty old newsroom was one Jughead Jones kissing Elizabeth Cooper. The feelings hit me like a truck, and then everything went numb.

I didn’t know what to do so without giving any sign I was there I dropped the math book and ran, I ran out of the school I ran past pops and all the way home. By this time the tears were free falling, I couldn’t stop it and I didn’t care. Once I was in the safety of being inside my house with the door locked I gave in to my emotions and just slid down to the floor.

Wow, I felt so stupid and so naive, why didn’t I see this coming, it all made perfect sense now. I guess this was me also coming to terms with the fact that as usual Ronnie was right, I was painfully in love with Jug and now I was too late to ever do anything about it.

The more I sat there and thought about it the more I came to realise that this was my fault. I held Jug up to this crazy high standard and just assumed it would always be him and me at the end of the day. I had sacrificed so much to hang out with him, to keep my “image”, I avoided making too many other friends, I avoided parties, extracurricular activities you name it I wasn’t a part of it. Now it was all going to change, it had to change. Maybe this was the wake-up call I needed. I had to work on myself, be better, be stronger. Most of all this needed to happen because this meant I could quite literally not be around Jughead anymore, I think seeing or talking to him would make me cry, something the new me will NOT be doing.

I picked myself up off the floor and headed to the bathroom to wash my face. “Get a grip Y/N, ” I told myself staring into the mirror. It’s like as soon as I come to terms with the feelings I think I may have had for years, I have to immediately try to get rid of them. I think this was a coping mechanism for me, and I think the reason I’ve never let myself admit that I had feelings for him before was because I fear rejection so much so very much, and I had to do what I knew would keep him around and that was to continue to be his friend. Well, little girl it’s time to grow up.

And what’s the best way to look more mature and confident, change your style. From what I’ve witnessed from the media, what you wear can have a profound impact on how people view you. This is what I had to do first, get rid of the “old me” look. This meant bye grey cap, bye dark lipstick ( I mean what was I even trying to do with that? Look like a corpse?) (oh wow corpse jokes really funny, maybe a bit too real in light of recent circumstances.) And also a very big goodbye to my jeans and army jacket, that would have to go too.

Looking through my closet it was apparent I didn’t have much to work with, I would definitely have to go shopping this weekend, I’ll bring Ronnie and Kevin along, they know fashion and are probably more than willing to help me out. AH HUH eureka! The dress I’ve been looking for! About two months ago I bought this really nice burgundy skater dress that I was planning to wear on a summer trip away, but when that got cancelled I never really had an excuse to wear it, until now. It showed a lot of leg, which I was surprisingly pretty comfortable with. The thought of people seeing me in this tomorrow made me feel a mixture of excitement and nausea.

The next thing that would change was the hair; no more would it be hidden by a cap and just randomly pulled back behind my face. I would wear it down and give it a curl. I think that would give me a nice elegant edge. God, I really don’t think anyone’s even going to recognise me tomorrow, kinda funny really. The next thing I had to do was go on to the school website and look for an extracurricular I would be willing to do. Hopefully, this would be a good way to make new friends and keep me busy.

I went and grabbed my laptop from my desk, as I did this I heard my phone vibrate, which meant I had a message. The name that made the screen light up made my heart skip a few beats, it was from Jug Hey, I just found my math book outside the newsroom? Why did you leave it there and not come inside? SIGH, reading that was like a knife to my chest, I immediately deleted the message, this may be immature but I needed time, I can’t bring myself to talk to him and if he can do it to me I can sure as hell do it to him. 

Shaking those thoughts away I was brought back to the task at hand. Logging onto the schools web page I found the list of extracurricular activities going on at Riverdale high. Chess club? Pass. Girl’s soccer? Hard pass.  Mathletes? No way in hell. Come on there has to be something here. After fifteen minutes of looking to no avail I scrolled past the extracurricular activities. Eventually I saw an ad posted by the she-devil herself Cheryl Blossom, apparently, one of the river vixens had broken her ankle and a new vixen was needed immediately, auditions were tomorrow after school. Hmm, could I do this? Maybe I could? The old me would never dream of being a cheerleader but the new me, maybe she could. You know what, fuck it. It was decided, I caught myself slightly smiling as I clicked ‘attend’ on the event. It felt like a breath of fresh air, tomorrow I would walk into school confident and new. I was going to cure my own broken heart. I just hoped a run in with Jughead wouldn’t make it all come crashing down.


Originally posted by isabelle-c-r


The room is silent, almost unnervingly so, as Yoongi trains his eyes on your face. He’s shared his thoughts with you, asked you exactly what he’d been wanting to ask for weeks, and now he’s waiting for your response. He’s not sure if he should be expecting an agreement or a refusal but he does expect there to be a barrage of questions.

“Honestly,” you sigh as you drag your fingers through your hair, “I have so many questions and I don’t even know where to start.”

Yoongi, who is doing his best to put on a calm face although his thoughts are running wild with him, nods. “Start with the first question that popped into your head. We’ll go from there.”

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No Return

Note: In honor of what Jay-Z did yesterday and what Beyoncé did last year (when they dropped 4:44 and Lemonade), I’m dropping this shit without warning. Enjoy! This has been sitting in my WIPs for months and I finally decided to finish and post it before I go on my trip to Puerto Rico. Love y’all, and if you like it, lemme know! (Also, thanks for beta reading as usual, love ya @adothoe)

Word Count: 4,626

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: Smutttttt, a lap dance, cursing, banter, and cute flufffff

Tags:  @butlinislin@trashfandom14@fullytenaciousstranger@isis278@beautifulfound​ 

Summary: Reader and Daveed are best friends who are secretly pining for each other blah blah blah, they’re at one of Rafa’s parties one day and make a bet over a game of Flip Cup. Loser has to give the winner a lap dance.

Parties at Rafa’s place were always the best; the drinks were great, the music was amazing, the atmosphere was never dull, but the best part about them were the incredible people that made up each one; you were never bored. There was always something to do whether you were talking to people, dancing, playing drinking games, or just drinking in general. And that’s why whenever you were told that there was going to be a party at Rafael Casal’s apartment, you never turned it down…even if you ended up showing up late.

“Well, look at who finally decided to show up.” You heard a familiar voice say as you walked through the door to Rafa’s place. Daveed grinned widely at you before he slid an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him as you walked deeper into the apartment. “My favorite!”

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anonymous asked:

do it kat. write that narukono time travel fix-it. drag us farther into hell.

*dumps this in front of you as a distraction/tribute*

Naruto is pretty sure he has a crush.

It is absolutely, definitely not on any of the many assorted women Jiraiya has dragged him to meet in the name of information gathering, even though he’s sure they’re perfectly nice ladies. But he’s seen Jiraiya disappear into their brothels a few too many times for comfort, and even when the pervert tries to hint that he should take one of them up on their offers to make him a man Naruto just plays dumb.

It’s kind of insulting that Jiraiya always buys it. Naruto might think at things differently, but that doesn’t make him stupid.

He’s also not a perv like Jiraiya, so there’s that, too.

But, the last few times Jiraiya has been otherwise occupied for the night—which usually means Naruto will actually be left to his own devices for the next week or so, until Jiraiya has burned through all of his cash and whatever he can bum off of Naruto—he’s ended up talking to the same stranger. Never at the same place twice, but—randomly. By the river washing clothes, or in the market buying dinner, or at a ramen stand that’s almost as good as old man Teuchi’s, or at the best camping spot along the road.

After the third time, Naruto thinks about being suspicious. He and Jiraiya are hardly falling a set path, after all, and to keep bumping into the same stranger—that probably means something. But—

But he’s nice.

It probably says a lot, that Naruto is still so unused to people showing him any sort of kindness at all.

“You must have been training pretty hard,” the man says, the first time they talk. He’s eyeing Naruto’s scorched, battered clothes with something that might even be respect, and he meets Naruto’s startled look with a smile as he tugs the blue scarf from around his neck.

“Uh, I try my best!” Naruto says, offering him a smile in return even as he rubs the back of his head a bit sheepishly. His clothes are in a pretty horrible state; Naruto isn’t sure he’s going to be able to patch them enough to wear, though Jiraiya probably won’t notice either way. He might even start campaigning for Naruto to switch to being a girl again so they can travel that way. It’s not that Naruto minds being a girl, but he doesn’t want to play eye-candy for his perv of a godfather. That’s just creepy.

“I could use some practice, if you want to spar,” the man offers. He grins, and adds, “I’m Kono—uh. I’m Konomaru!”

Well, that was…suspicious. Naruto eyes him for a second, but when he doesn’t sprout tentacles and fangs or start monologuing, he figures the guy is probably okay. He’s not getting any weird vibes off of him, at least, and Naruto even gets those off Jiraiya, as fond as he is of the pervert.

“Nice to meet you!” he answers cheerfully. “I’m Naruto!” Jiraiya’s drilled him on not offering a last name—or his status as a jinchuuriki, but Naruto would hardly tell anyone that willingly under pain of death—while they’re nominally laying low, so he doesn’t immediately announce his dream, either. No need to connect all the pieces for him if this guy is an enemy.

But, when he glances up, there’s no sign of villainous posturing about to start. Instead Konomaru is smiling, gentle and almost fond as he looks at Naruto, and—

It’s really not a way anyone has ever looked at Naruto before. Not even Iruka looks at him quite like that.

A little flustered, he ducks his head, pulling his black t-shirt off and dumping it with the rest of his things to be washed.

Konomaru promptly makes a noise like he’s choking on his tongue.

“You okay?” Naruto asks cautiously, watching him cough and turn red.

“Yep!” the man squeaks, in a pitch way higher than any Naruto has heard since Kiba hit puberty. He fans his red face with one hand, still coughing. “Sorry, uh, water. Went down the wrong way.”

Naruto’s fairly certain he wasn’t drinking, but he just shrugs and goes back to his clothes, debating whether to get his needle and thread first or just wash them. Probably better to see if they can be salvaged at all first.

“Are you a ninja too, then?” he asks, digging through his pack. He’s getting low on thread, but given how ripped his jacket is from the last time he experimented with the Rasengan, it’s not going to matter.

“I am!” Konomaru sounds a lot cheerier. “I even made jounin at seventeen!”

He’s probably a bit over that now, Naruto thinks. Nineteen, maybe? “That’s awesome,” he agrees, grinning up at the man. “I’m going to make jounin soon too, believe it!”

“I’m absolutely sure you will,” Konomaru says, giving him that smile again.

They never get that spar, since Jiraiya ends up getting kicked out of town for propositioning the headman’s wife while drunk, but they talk the next few times they run into each other. Each meeting is a few weeks apart, in different villages, but it’s clear they’re both traveling and Konomaru is delighted to see him every time.

It makes something warm twist in Naruto’s stomach, and…it’s not the loud-bright pay attention to me that Naruto felt about Sakura. It’s a little quieter, a little sharper, and sometimes when it’s dark he lies awake in his bedroll and just…thinks about Konomaru.

It’s probably definitely a crush.

“You know,” Konomaru says one night as they’re setting up camp together, Jiraiya back in the town and water for ramen waiting to be boiled. (It’s Konomaru’s favorite food too, and Naruto thinks that just makes him even more awesome.) “You said you’re training with a master, but…I haven’t seen him around.”

“He’s busy,” Naruto says, and keeps it cheerful through long practice lying about things like that. It’s not precisely a lie, because Jiraiya is busy, and he’s definitely doing important work, but—

Naruto just wishes that sometimes their training was more than just being told what to do before Jiraiya disappears again.

When he glances up, Konomaru is looking away, scratching at his cheek with a slightly uncertain expression. He swallows nervously, glancing at Naruto and then away again, and says abruptly, “My—my name’s actually Konohamaru. Sarutobi Konohamaru.”

Naruto blinks. He takes in the familiar blue scarf, the faint flush, the face stripped of its baby fat, and—

“Like—like my Konohamaru?” Naruto asks disbelievingly.

Konohamaru flushes further, ducking down to hide the bottom of his face in his scarf. “I time-traveled to save you,” he blurts. “And—and I’m going to help you save the world and then I’m going to save you because—because you’re Boss and you’re my rival and definitely have to make it to Hokage again so I can beat you…” He trails off, his face as red as the Hokage’s robes, and makes a noise of despair. “Oh gods, I screwed it up, that was supposed to sound cool and I totally failed, Boss, I’m so sorry but you’re so cute like this!”

Naruto is still kind of stuck on the time-travel and save the world parts.

And the cute part. Definitely that.


But that’s definitely Konohamaru, loudly berating himself for being so uncool, and Naruto can’t help but laugh. Konohamaru glances up at him warily, like he’s just waiting for Naruto to take off running, but Naruto just offers him a smile.

“So where do we start?” he asks cheerfully.

Konohamaru’s face screws up like he’s about to cry, jounin or not, and he throws himself across the space between them to slam into Naruto’s chest, wrapping his arms around his waist and wailing, “Boss is still definitely the coolest!”

There’s heat creeping up Naruto’s cheeks, but he just swallows and ignores it, patting Konohamaru on the head. “Saving the world?” he prompts.

Konohamaru brightens. “I have a list!” he says proudly.

He does indeed have a list. And it starts with tracking down another jinchuuriki and learning how to make friends with the Kyuubi.

Naruto definitely gets the feeling that he’s not going to be bored again for a very long time.

(They leave Jiraiya a note. Naruto almost feels bad for that. But definitely not enough to change his mind.)

Crash Landing (Part Three/?)

Peter Parker X Reader

Word Count: 2122

Part One Part Two Part Three

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A/N: I’m ever so sorry that this has taken so long, but here is part three, a little longer than the other parts. The places in this story are all real! I researched them and everything. Sorry if the spacing is weird, I was using Google Docs. On a side note, I do love all of my aunts. And I actually did take a self-defence martial arts class from six to eleven.

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“Relax! Relax, it’s me! Spider-Man!”

Mouth dropping open in shock and relief, you froze. Then reality shook you back into action.

“What were you thinking?” Stepping forward you slapped his shoulder. “Don’t do that ever again or, so help me, I will beat you up. Spider-Man or not.”

“Really?” The amusement in his voice irritated you.

“I’m not playing around, Spider-Boy,” you said dangerously, stepping up to him. “I’ll put you in the freaking ground.”

Your noses were an inch apart, but Spider-Man stepped even closer to you.
“I’d like to see you try.”

As the last word left his lips, you grabbed his wrist and pinned it to his back. He leaned forward with the force, unknowingly making it harder for himself. You sprawled out a hand against his lower back, pushing him with enough vigour to make him drop to the floor, sprawled out on the grimy ground. He groaned; his mask was slightly askew so that you could see his mouth.

“Just a little taste,” you smirked as he sat up slowly.

“Where did you learn to do that?” There was no mistaking the surprise in his tone.

“Parents made me take a self-defence class from ages six to eleven, to be exact.” You bowed sarcastically.

Spider-Man’s mouth hung open in awe. “First you can make the world’s best coffee and now you prove yourself to be a total badass! Is there anything you can’t do?”

“Well, I can’t do a forward roll, for starters and –” You paused. “’World’s best coffee’? What do you mean? As far as I know, Spider-Man has never been into The Grind before.”

Spider-Man pulled his mask down and giggled nervously. “What? I never said that…” He stood suddenly and turned slightly. “Well, I’ve got to, um, save the world and stuff, so –”

“No, wait –”

He waved once and whipped away, leaving you to stew in confusion. Resting your hand on the café’s back door handle, you didn’t look back as you stepped inside.

Peter didn’t come by early or at all the next day, which made you uneasy. Had you been too harsh telling him to go home yesterday? Had you screwed up his coffee? As cliché as it was, over the very few days you’d known him, you liked him. You weren’t sure if it was just friendly, but still. You’d spent your whole life criticising people who acted like this, and here you were, exactly the same. What a hypocrite.

Peter was an incredibly pretty guy, inside and out. Literally the purest person you’d ever met; gentle and kind. Ready to help no matter what. He was too good to be true.

A few weeks passed. Then a couple of months. You felt sick almost all the time, wondering what you had done which was so bad.

Winter came and went. Spring began. You vowed to make this a new beginning. No more Peter. No more dreaming.

Still antsy and upset over Peter’s sudden disappearance, you spilled Chet’s order, drenching Chet, yourself and the new napkins which had come in that morning. So, you weren’t exactly in your Aunt’s good books. (Were you ever?)

“(Y/N), if you don’t get your crap together, I’m talking to your mom,” she said tauntingly as she patronisingly squinted at you. “And I’m not going to be as nice this time.”

You rolled your eyes. “Do it! I’m getting below minimum wage anyway. Might as well go and work at freaking McDonalds.”

She scowled and trooped off into her ‘office’. (It was really more of a broom cupboard.) (What kind of narcissist needed an office in a freaking coffee shop, anyway?) Seeing her disappear and leave you to it made your blood boil. You had had enough.

Storming after her, you stuck your foot in the doorframe, stopping her from slamming the door, one of her favourite things to do. Elbowing the door to the side, you leant against the door frame.

“You know what?” You threw up your hands in frustration. “I quit. See you at Thanksgiving.”

She let out a surprised noise and you unceremoniously slammed the door behind you. Hurriedly you gathered your things before your Aunt could come out and publicly yell at you. You also made sure to quickly spill some black coffee outside her office door. Hurtling to the front of the café, you ran into a customer, a regular you thought, who asked where you were going. You ignored them, budging past to burst out into the open street.

And then you walked.

You walked and walked and walked and walked. The anger fuelled you; it didn’t look like you would be stopping anytime soon. Despite the little sun and the grey skies, your skin prickled with sweat.

Eventually, you stumbled your way into Queens Center Mall, moving speedily to the escalators and stepping off at Level 3. Following the steady stream of excited kids, you slipped into Build-A-Bear, trying to look inconspicuous. Oddly, the colours and cute clothes calmed you, and you let out a deep breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding. Perusing the wide selection, you picked out a pale-yellow bear, had him stuffed and named him Rover. Then you made your way to the clothes section. You smiled, almost laughed.

Right in the middle of your line of vision? A Spider-Man t-shirt and leggings. You recalled the odd encounter you’d had with Spider-Man a few months prior and your stomach did an odd, sad flip.

Grabbing the tiny clothes anyway, you raced to the checkout, paid and rushed outside, finding a bench to sit on. Pulling off the tags, you began pulling the shirt over the bear’s head. Then you moved onto the leggings. Trying to stuff the bear feet-first into them, you suddenly became aware of how odd you must look to everyone else. You put a bit more effort in, attempting to work fast. A shadow passed over you and then hung there.

“Nothing to see here,” you said tiredly. “Just a girl – a girl trying to squeeze a bear’s over-sized legs into some leggings.” The shadow chuckled.

“(Y/N)? Are you body-shaming a Build-A-Bear?”

Your head shot up in surprise. Peter was standing there, arms folded, watching you with a very obvious look of amusement. Self-consciously you clutched Rover to your stomach, one of his legs only half inside the leggings.

“Oh, Peter,” you tried to flip your hair nonchalantly over your shoulder and caught some in your mouth, losing the little dignity you had left. Your insides prickled at the sight of him. So much for getting over him. “Didn’t expect to see you here! You come here often?” You winked.

Peter looked taken aback for a second, then his smile widened and he looked away for a second, scratching his nose. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”





You shrugged. “Nothing is real, Peter,” you said solemnly, then promptly burst into a shaky fit of laughter. Peter looked incredibly confused. You sighed. “I quit.”

Peter’s eyes widened, but he nodded slowly, understanding. He’d seen your Aunt yell at you  numerous times, despite only having started going to The Grind.

Peter held out a hand and when you took it, he hauled you up. Gently he took Rover from you, and began walking away. He looked over his shoulder, signalling for you to follow him. So, you did. Walking next to him, you watched as he easily fit the bear’s legs into the leggings, taking more care than you had. With a smirk, he turned to you and held Rover out with both hands. You scowled and took him back.

“Thank you,” you said sulkily.

“You’re welcome,” he cheerily replied. “I like the Spider-Man clothes.”

“Where are we going?”

“Well, I was going back into Center Mall. Ned wanted McDonald’s… Do you wanna come with?”

Yes, please.”

Weaving back through the mall, Peter placed his hand on the small of your back, gently guiding you, even though he probably knew that you knew the way. But it felt nice.

Eventually you saw the glowing sign, and squeezed in to restaurant. Peter assured you that he didn’t need any help, so you sat in a booth and waited for him. You watched as he ordered an incredible amount of food, laughing when he attempted to carry five paper bags and two paper cup holders. Rushing forwards, you grabbed as much as you could, earning a very grateful look from Peter. Your stomach nervously fluttered, making you grimace.

Steadily walking out of the restaurant, you turned to Peter.

“You said you didn’t need any help!” You shook your head, smiling. “Where are we taking this?”

“Just to Hoffman Park,” Peter mumbled, looking at his watch. “Like, six minutes.”

“What are you guys doing in Hoffman?”

“Ned re-wired this remote-control car thing and we wanted to try it out but Aunt May wouldn’t let us do it in our apartment.” He sighed. “But we tried it in there anyway, and broke, like… two plates? So, now we’re trying it out here, because there’s more space. Then we’re going to look for some new plates for Aunt May.”

“And so the moral of the story is…” you prompted.

“Uh… Listen to your elders?”

“Not even close,” you grinned. It didn’t feel forced; it felt as though you’d never been apart. “The moral of the story is: either be a pro at whatever stupid crap you’re doing, or be a pro at covering up when you mess up your stupid crap.”

Peter nodded solemnly. “You’re probably right,” he sighed.

You walked in comfortable silence until you reached Hoffman Park’s gate. As you both entered, Ned came hurtling towards both of you. He practically attacked you, tugging the bags from your grip. You shrieked, both of you falling over onto a patch of nearby grass. Ned immediately sat up and began asking questions.

“Peter, did you get a Happy Meal? And a fruit bag? Peter! They’ve got Spider-Man toys in now! Please tell me you got a Happy Meal!” You sat up and brushed yourself off, Ned gasping in realisation. “You’re not Peter…”

“I’ve got your Happy Meal here,” Peter shook one of the bags mockingly and sat down on the grass between you and Ned.

“Who’s this?” Ned wiggled his eyebrows, seeming to forget the fact he’d just flattened you.

“This – This is (Y/N).” Peter pointed at you awkwardly.

“’Sup, girl?” Ned wiggled his eyebrows, and the two of you burst into peals of laughter.

Three hours later, and you’d exhausted several topics of conversation with the two boys. The food was almost finished, apart from a few large fries and Peter’s Happy Meal. Stuffed and happy, you and Ned lay stretched out on the grass, your head in Peter’s lap, asking random questions.

“Who’s your favourite superhero?” Ned asked.

“Spider-Man,” you said, too quickly.

Peter abruptly choked on his milkshake, wheezing to the side, trying to avoid coughing over you. Ned began hysterically laughing. You watched them both, concerned. When he stopped, you nervously slid a hand through his. He looked down at your entwined hands and smiled, then turned back to Ned to answer his question.

“Spider-Man is pretty cool,” he said tensely, though with a smirk.

Ned nodded seriously, still trying not to laugh, looking between you two. “So, you guys are going out, right?”


“You’re not? Well, you should be. I could see you guys walking from a distance, all cute and stuff.”

Peter looked at you, utterly mortified and embarrassed, trying to mutter an apology. Your face broke apart in a grin. He was so cute. Ned had a point. You turned to him and laughed.

“You’re right!” You stood and mockingly bowed to Peter, shaking a little. “Peter, dear, would you… Would you accompany me on a date?”

Peter spluttered, staring at you, mouth wide. “You’re – You’re kidding, right?”

“I’m not.” You smiled gently. “So, what do you say?”

Still shocked, Peter continued to gape at you. Ned took the wheel.

Dude.” He rolled his eyes at Peter, exasperated. “He says yeah, (Y/N).”

Peter nodded frantically. “Yeah!”

Your smile widened, and you stood to leave. Remembering you still had one of The Grind’s Sharpies, you fished it out of your pocket and knelt down, uncapping it and sticking the lid in your mouth. You tenderly took Peter’s hand, pushing his sweater sleeve up his arm. Then, you scrawled your number across his forearm. Peter watched in excited silence.

Standing again, you took the lid from your mouth and recapped the pen. You threw it to Ned, who caught it easily.

“Keep it,” you grinned and he smiled back. Then you turned to Peter, your smile widening impossibly.

“You better go all-out on this date, (Y/N),” Peter twinkled. “I want roses. I want to be swept off of my feet.”

“You bet your ass I’m going all out,” you beamed, waving your hands about. “The works.”

The both of you goofily grinned at each other before Ned made a disgusted noise, pulling you out of your daze. You mimicked him, told Peter you’d call, then bounced away, a new spring in your step. When you reached outside the gate, you clenched your fists, ecstatic.

Yes!” you exclaimed, fisting the air several times, making several people around you stare quizzically. Mouthing an apology, you rushed off down the street.

You had a date to plan.

Mr Fix-it

This is my fic for @teamfreewill-imagine (AKA Jamie) and her 21st birthday celebration (happy birthday doll!!) It’s an AU profession challenge so I picked painter/decorator/handyman with Dean!

Word count: 1,080

Characters: Dean x Reader, mentions of lawyer! Sam xJess Moore, Bobby Singer

Warnings: a fair bit of swearing, dirty thoughts, implied smut

Tags for signal boost/people who actually want tagging in my work are at the bottom! Feel free to jump on my particular brand of nutty by sending an ask! And of course vice versa :)

This was really not your week.

First the dog had gotten out one evening, meaning you had spent three long hours searching for him, only to eventually find him knee deep in someone’s trash. Bath time had not been fun.

Then your car had broken down on your way to a meeting. You’d had to spend a small fortune getting it towed and of course you’d been horribly late which wasn’t a good way to start things off with new clients.

And now there was this.

“Fucking god-damn bollocks.”

You’d been round at your grandma’s last night, joining in with her weekly lasagne and poker night (because nana and her friends were ‘not that old yet that we’re going to start playing bridge thank you very much’). A bit too much wine and you had ended up passing out on her couch, which is how you now found yourself staring at the massive hole in your ceiling from the pipe that had burst overnight, flooding the place until the pressure had become too much.

“Damn it all to hell!!”

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Stop the press!

Forget everything you’ve ever learned about the tale of how the propane bombs were planted at Columbine High. We all know how slick and cool REB and VoDkA  came across in the famous scene of Zero Hour. They strolled into the Commons with fierce purpose shrouded in their uber school shooter dark aesthetic: black trench coats, combat boots and shades carrying their pièce de résistance bombs in their “bags of terrorism” (yes, they referred to them as that).  Casually kneeling down and setting their instruments of terror with ease right in front of their peers. 

But in reality?  

Well, reality paints a very different picture demonstrating how banal the entire thing looked. Amazingly ordinary and casual..yet as we’ll later learn, they almost look a little too slow pokey considering their very tight schedule.

I lightened these images up and sharpened them as well.

‘Eric’ approaching the column from the left
wobbling a bit with his orange gym bag held in his right hand

A wild ‘Dylan’ lopes forth approaching the column from the left
carrying his navy blue gym bag in his left hand

slowed down…

Here be some ordinary looking dudes hauling their heavy but lethal gym bags near the columns in the cafeteria. ‘Eric’s’ small frame is struggling a slight bit barely managing to prevent the bag from coming into contact with objects or people walking by. The two are having no trouble being themselves, looking effortlessly awkward yet casual af while ironically implementing something deadly.. 

Of course, we didn’t really expect that level of dramatic professionalism from Eric and Dylan now did we?  Nah.. Not really.  

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Opps……….dick slip. Hey guys this is my new Mobile Auto Mechanic that I found in my local Newspaper Business Servives advertisement Section. Holy Fucking Shit am I ever glad that I took a chance and called him because my friends said it was a bad Idea to use a Auto Mechanic that I found in the local Newspaper Work Wanted ads that was Mobile with No Business Address where he can be tracked down if there is a problem with his work. Well as it turns out his name is Robert and he is a Sexy Hairy Deep Voiced Handsome 44 year Old Single Divorced father of 6 Sons. A white Heterosexual good old Country Boy who is a ASE Certified GM/GMC Truck Mechanic who worked for the same local GMC Dealership since he Graduated College. He was Recently layed off in the past year when the Local GMC Dealer Closed their Doors and went out of Business indefinitely. He was recently Divorced from his wife of 25 years after he caught her in bed with their 19 year Old lawn service guy. She’s a Real Whore Slut hell thay have a son that age for God Sakes.Yes he’s a handsome 6"2" 205 lb naturally sexy hard working country boy with a deep masculine sexy voice and a sexy hairy body down on his luck. What is even better he arrived at my house on time at 7:30 am on a Hot mid July Summer Saturday Morning when the Temp was already 84° with a heat index of 92° so it was Hot as Hell Already. He arrived in a Dark Brown Skin Tight T-shirt showing his perky erect nipples through the Tight Spandex Body Glove T-shirt with his company logo printed on it, a pair of thin tan silky Sheer see through Short Shorts showing off his muscular tan sexy hairy legs and he was wearing no underwear or jockstrap underneath his Shorts not even a privacy inter liner that you find in those thin sheer see through silky Shorts. Absolutely Nothing at all underneath those sexy thin silky sheer see through Shorts and like I said not even the privacy inter liner. He has Obviously and Intentionally removed the privacy inter liner of his tan thin sheer silky see through shorts to make them even more see through, And a pair of Flip Flops showing off his sexy hairy perfect shaped man feet. It took him all of 5 minutes flat before he pulled off his Tight T-Shirt exposing his sexy hairy chest and Abs. He was not a perfectly buff muscle man but he was very Naturally well built and crazy hairy everywhere from the top of his head to the tops of his sexy perfectly shaped hairy man feet and he was Sexy as hell all over!!! Wow that got me instantly excited and so fucking hard in my levies. The first thing that I noticed when he jumped and slid down out of his 6" Lifted Black on Black Ford F-250 4x4 Off Road Power Stroke 6.7 Liter Turbo Diesel Crew Cab Pick-up Truck was how handsome he was and just how Very thin, sheer and totally see through his tan silky short shorts were and how they slid and road all the way up his thick hairy Muscular straight man thighs all the way up to his crotch as he slid down out of his crazy tall lifted truck and as his feet hit the ground he had to instantly pull the legs of his shorts back down out of his crotch and I could now totally see his thick black Pubic Bush and his nicely shaped Circumcised Penis with its Pronounced Corona Rim of the head glands and his Relaxed Low Hanging Testicles through his shorts. Not much there left to the imagination if you know what I meen. It was so hot I thought I was going to just die. Like did that really just happen right in front of me? Is this hot sexy fantasy of a man really my new mechanic? Wow he was a Fucking Perfect Sexy Manly Man from the Word Start. There is Absolutely No doubt in my mind about it . He then introduced himself as Robert of Robert’s Mobile Auto/Truck Mechanic Service. Within the first 5 minutes of meeting me Robert ask if it was ok with me if he took off his shirt? I said sure that was fine with me. He didn’t actually know how fine that it actually was with me. In my mind I was screaming Oh Fucking Hell Yes Robert take it off take it all off you sexy Hairy Stud!!! Holy shit when he pulled his shirt off and exposed his Manly Hairy sexy Tanned well built chest I seriously thought I was going to cum in my pants. He is now basically standing in front of me totally Naked within the first 5 minutes of meeting him. Now with no shirt on, see through sheer short shorts showing me everything God Blessed him with and sexy naked feet in his flip flops. I was thinking to myself dose this guy know that I’m gay because he must know I’m Gay and he wants a huge tip. I felt like I went to bed friday night and woke up in the hottest Gay Porno ever. I thought I Died and woke up on Fantasy Island. I also thought to myself that my Best Friend must be punking me because this shit don’t happen in the real world. At least not to me. Ok guys It’s not that he was the Most Drop Dead Gorgeous
Man or the Most Muscular Perfectly Built Man I’d ever seen in my entire life because he’s not. But he was good looking with his scruffy face and his nicely built sexy softer shaped real man hairy body his sexy thick hairy strong thighs sexy muscular calfs his perfectly shaped hairy feet his fantastic tight Bubble Butt not to metion his hairy pretty circumcised penis and big low hanging hairy Testicles. It was more of how his sexy masculine deep Voice Sounded, the way he spoke, and the Dominant Masculine Alpha Male way he moved and carried his strong thick hairy sexy Body. His Obvious Sexual Confidence in himself. The way that he was so obviously sexually Secure in his Hanhood. It Radiated from him. The Sexy way he was dressed and was so comfortable being dressed in that sexy way in front of another man. What pulled me in was the Fact that he was Trully an Alpha Male all the way and that He knew it and Worked it perfectly to his Advantage!!! Now that’s Sexy guys. He Had me at his Deep Good Morning My Name Is Robert with his Strong Thick Calloused Man Hands, Hand shake. Not to Mention Robert Is an Alpha Male Name. He then proceeded to freely tell me all about himself and his entire life story without me even having to ask him a thing. Robert is A Crazy Personable Friendly Down to earth Sexy Manly Masculine Man’s Man. It was now 9:00 am and I’ve basically been talking to a Sexy Hairy Naked Man in My Driveway for the past hour and a half and he has not even lifted a 🔧 wrench yet. What Must My Nosey Old Neighbors be thinking at this time. Oh I know. They were thinking that Fucking Faggot Across the Street is at it again and in the front yard this Time. Robert told me that I was his only Scheduled Customer for Saturday so he was in no hurry if I wasn’t in a hurry. He said that he really enjoyed and felt comfortable talking to me and that I was a good listener and how much that ment to him because most guys don’t care enough to listen. I was thinking I’m not most guys Im a Homosexual Guy but I kept my mouth shut. Robert told me that he thought I was a real cool guy and how much he had enjoyed the morning so far just talking to me and that we should hang out sometime. I’d say. I loved talking to a Practically Naked Sexy Hairy well built Masculine Alpha Male Auto Mechanic. Definitely a Man’s Man. What an Absolutely awesome sexy good looking hairy kind man. Well it was now 9:00 am and he said I guess I should start looking at your Truck now ha? I ask him if it would be ok if I stuck around and watched him work on my 4x4 Off Road Ford Pick-up Truck and he said Absolutely. So I told Robert that I’ve been hearing clicking in the front right wheel hub so I’m thinking the wheel Bearings are going out. (What happened next just about sent me Fucking Packing to the Moon.) Robert said ok cool I’ll check it out for you as he squatted Down at my Front Passenger Wheel to grab the front tire and twist it to see if it has any movement. So as Robert squatted down directly in front of me and faceing me his Hairy Genitals penis and testicles completely slipped out of his shorts and Robert was down there for a few minutes and he did not even try to cover up or pull his genitals back inside his shorts. He totally just let them hang for me to see. I’m not complaining by the way. I almost shot my sperm load in my jeans and I was Noticeably Fully Erect in my levis. I noticed that Robert keep looking up at my Huge Throbbing Erect Penis Bulge in my tight levis and you could absolutely Positively see the Wet Spot in front of my tight worn faded levis where my Fully Erect Penis Head was laying and Pre-Cumming like Crazy. I get really Wet and Leak a Cum Load of Pre-cum when I Get Sexually Excited and believe me Robert Had Me Incredibly Sexually Excited to the point it felt like someone turned on the Pre-Cum faucet to full open in my tight levis. Believe me Robert saw it all. Robert had to know and feel that his genitals were fully and freely hanging and Dangling out the side of his shorts in front of me but he never tryed to cover them back up. So I was getting an eye full of his hairy circumcised penis and testicals. So I quick got my phone out my pocket and discreetly took a picture of his penis and testicles slipping out of his shorts. Oh my God did that just happen??? Best Fucking Day Ever by far. The only thing that would have made it better is if Robert’s Penis would have became fully Erect in front of me but unfortunately for me his penis stayed completely flaccid soft the entire time it was fully exposed to me. Although I did notice that his big hairy very low hanging Testicles went from nearly hanging on the ground when they first slipped out of his shorts to tightening up close to his body in just a few minutes after they first slipped out of his shorts. I think I jerked off over that all afternoon and Ejaculated at least 6 times. Needless to say he is now my permanent Truck Mechanic. We are supposed to go out for dinner next weekend and then come back to my house to hang out and watch the New Batman Superman Movie that’s coming out this Tuesday on DVD and have a few drinks. The crazy thing is he already ask me if it would be ok to crash here at my house after the movie because he dose not Drive after Drinking. I said hell yeah it’s ok. Good boy for not drinking and driving. I have something else in mind after the movie and a lot of Drinking now that I’ve seen his genitals and it definitely dose not involve any sleeping. I hope that Robert has the same thing in mind. I Hope I at least see his penis Erect. I’ll let you guy’s know if we have Sex.

I Didn’t Know (Peter x Reader)

Summary: Y/N Wilson, daughter of the Falcon awaits her fathers’ return in the Stark Towers with only the letters Tony can receive for her til then. One night, for old times sake, she runs down to an old Thai place and sees a familiar face.

Featuring: dad!sam ; weirduncle!tony ; aunt may!

A/N: Okay, so I’m fairly positive Steve breaks everyone out of the prison somehow at the end of Civil War, but let’s pretend he didn’t so this fic makes sense !

Warnings: sad post civil war times, friends; separated families (??); is this angst I can’t tell

Word Count: 1.7k

Originally posted by parkrpeters

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Picture Us Together (Part One)

Pairing: College!Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: You’ve been paired up on many school newspaper assignments with Peter Parker, taking photos. But your new interest in writing an article has you learning new things about yourself, as well as Peter.
Words: 1,201 
A/N: Thank you to @lethargicprofessor for editing!

“Say Cheese!” Peter said, pointing the camera in your direction. You flashed him your best smile before scanning the room once more. Tonight was the biggest Halloween party of the year, and both you and Peter Parker were chosen to cover it.

It was your first year in college, and you knew that the easiest way to make friends was by becoming involved. Though there were different types of clubs, the thing that really stuck out to you was being a photographer for the newspaper. In high school, your closest friends were fantastic with photography. They were always having photoshoots, something you grew to love. You’d begged your parents for a high end, and very expensive camera for your birthday, and were surprised when they actually gave in.

At first, you were nervous about how your photographs would be seen. You were used to photoshoots, but candid shots were another thing entirely. However, both the editor and professor with the newspaper loved your photos.

You’d even been paired up with Peter Parker for a whole section on the Halloween events going on in the school. There was a lot of ground to cover, and although you were halfway done with the events going on in the clubs, the week of Halloween was the busiest, and tonight was where you’d get most of your shots.

The Halloween Party that the Student Government threw was not only the biggest event of the season, but also the most talked about. You knew that outfits were crucial tonight. People tended to talk about the best ones for years to come, or so you’d been told.

You showed up wearing a pair of black leggings, a black tank top, and a rainbow colored tutu. On your feet you wore neon green converse, and rainbow colored cat ears were worn on your head. You’d even gone full out in whiskers and painted the tip of your nose black.

When you saw Peter, however, you tried not to crack a smile. Peter was by far the smartest guy you’d ever met, and had even gotten a science scholarship from his school for having the highest average in their history. Tonight, Peter’s nerdiness was no exception. He wore jeans and a t-shirt that had a pumpkin sitting on top of a pi sign.

“Pumpkin pie?” You’d asked as you rolled your eyes. Peter looked down at you before laughing.

“Yeah, I thought it was funny.” Peter replied, chuckling. I cannot believe I have a crush on this guy, you thought to yourself. The two of you headed into the dark room.

You were often surprised at how artistic Peter’s pictures turned out. You knew that tonight would be no exception. He would take a lot of low exposure pictures which always turned out incredible.

You, on the other hand, were left with candids. Because there wasn’t much light, it was crucial that you stay close to what little light was being emitted, as well as holding the camera completely still. The last thing you wanted was to cause a disruption with your flash photos.

As you walked around, surveying both the light and trying to get as many students in shots as possible, you couldn’t help but see that Peter was surrounded by a flock of girls. They were all flirting with him, and Peter didn’t seem to mind the attention. You knew it was stupid, but you couldn’t help but feel a pit in the bottom of your stomach. Focus on what you came here for, you thought to yourself.

But try as you might, you couldn’t help but keep looking over at Peter and becoming more and more jealous. You left the room, deciding to get pictures of students as they were coming into the party. At least that way you wouldn’t have to see Peter anymore.

As you were taking pictures, you were stopped by a beautiful girl. She had long brown hair and like you was wearing a tutu, but had a crop top with candy nerds taped to it and glasses on. “Hey! You’re taking photos with Peter tonight, right?” You nodded and smiled, knowing exactly where this was going. “Do you know where he is? I wanted to say hi.” She said, twirling her finger around a strand of hair.

“He’s inside,” you said, pointing to the dark room. While you watched her walk away, a sharp realization hit you. I cannot even compete with that girl, you thought to yourself.

Before you knew it, you were outside. You weren’t sure when you had left or even how you’d gotten so far away from the party. You’d been so upset that the only thing you’d known was that you needed to leave. Spotting a bench, you walked over and took a seat. Tears started to fall from your eyes, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous you were being.

“Has anyone seen Y/N?” Peter asked, noticing that you were gone. He tried to leave the room, but was stopped by the same girl who you’d seen.

“Hey Peter!” She said, giving him a wide smile. She tried to lead him inside, but Peter stopped her.

“Hey, I’m so sorry, but I’m actually looking for my friend. Have you seen her? She was supposed to be taking pictures with me.” Peter said, looking more concerned each minute.

“Yeah, she was outside, but I think she left? I have no idea where she went though.” Peter moved around her before going outside into the night. Surveying his surroundings, he did his best to think about where you were. As he continued to walk, he saw you.

If he’d been concerned before, he was even more so now. You had your head buried in your hands, and he watched as your shoulders spasmed. He took a seat, and you felt the bench shift under someone else’s weight.

“Y/N… what’s wrong?” Peter asked, rubbing small circles on your back. The fact that Peter came to find you only made you cry harder. “Is it me?” Peter asked, sounding concerned.

You wiped your tear stained face before replying, “no.” You tried your best to smile and laugh. “You should be at the party, hanging out with your friends!” You couldn’t help it but tears had started to fall again.

Peter took your head in his hands before replying. “Y/N, my friends can wait. I’m more concerned about you right now, and I’m not leaving until you feel better.” You rolled your eyes, and Peter brought you into his chest. “Can you at least give me a hint?” He asked, before rubbing your back once more.

“Fine. I like this guy, but he’s got girls who are into him that I could never even compete with.” You said, trying your best to stop the tears from welling up in your eyes. Peter grabbed your shoulders and looked at you. It felt like his deep brown eyes were looking into your soul.  

“Then that guy is an idiot. If he can’t see how great you are, then he doesn’t deserve you.” Peter said sternly. “Y/N, I mean it. He’s not good enough for you if he isn’t interested.”

Merle’s girl (Merle Dixon x Reader)

Fandom: The Walking Dead 

Request by @alexjokerjily “Can you write an imagine with Merle, in which reader had an argument with him like always, but reader loves Merle and Merle loves reader, so he decides to kiss her and it’s going more…” 

Tag: @villainlove  ;)

Originally posted by padmeahmidalas

You hummed softly to yourself as you gathered clothes over your tent’s floor into a huge basket. You chuckled as your hand brushed against the oversized t-shirt you used to sleep in and you remembered the first time you had seen this t-shirt on the love of your life. Merle Dixon. You shook your head in amusement at the memory, Merle drinking at the bar you were working at, Daryl (his little brother) next to him drinking almost as much as the older man was. Merle’s constant teasing towards you and finally, him defending you against a disgusting drunk guy who tried to take advantage of you. Merle had driven you home and since then, you had never left his side. Indeed, life with the hot-headed redneck wasn’t easy all the time but you somehow managed to make him change even if you had to explode and argue a lot, he always seemed to understand you and ended up apologizing in his own way. When the world went to shit, Merle and Daryl busted into your house, telling you to pack your bags and to come with them. Indeed, you did as they said knowing that Merle would protect you with his life if he had to.

You gathered everything you needed to do yours and the boys laundry and went out of the tent to join the other women of the camp. You have been staying here over past two months and almost everyone was nice, apart from Ed who was constantly giving you dirty looks and awful smirks but you didn’t have to be afraid of the man. You knew that no one would mess with you while Merle was around.

Lori smiled at you from her spot on the bed of the truck that you would use to go down at the quarry to wash your clothes and gestured for you to join her and the girls. You jogged in their direction and hopped on the bad of the truck as well, smiling back at Lori.

“T-Dog is coming with us today.” She said as she played with a plaid shirt in her own basket of clothes. You nodded and took a last glance over the makeshift camp in hope to see Merle but he wasn’t around.

“Have you seen Merle around?” You asked Lori and turned to look at her and the girls. Lori looked at you then at the others and shook her head.

“No, not since this morning.” Lori answered, the other girl shaking their head ‘no’ as well.

“And what about Daryl?” You asked again, obtaining the same answer from the women in the truck. “That’s weird.” You mumbled to yourself, making Lori squeeze your shoulder and smile warmly at you.

“Daryl must be with him, don’t worry they’re probably hunting.” Amy said and Andrea nodded next to her. You sighed and shrugged your shoulders as the car stopped before the quarry.

“I guess you’re both right.” You mumbled as you jumped down the bed of the truck with your basket.

T-Dog got out of the car and grabbed his gun before helping you and the others with the clothes. You sat next to Carol and started to clean Merle’s clothes first as you hum softly. Carol smiled as T-Dog chatted with her, keeping his attention to the woods with his gun ready in his hands. You were lost in your thoughts when suddenly, Amy called your name making you look up to see everyone looking at you. You blushed and raised an eyebrow at them.

“What?” You asked, slightly amused.

“I asked you how you met Merle but you seemed far away, (Y/N).” Amy said as the others chuckled quietly at your lost face. You looked down at the shirt in your hands and smiled as you chuckled to yourself.

“Well, it’s quiet a funny story.” You started, making Amy grin at you and nod her head for you to continue but T-Dog interrupted before you had the chance to say a word.

“I don’t understand why you’re with him… How a girl like you can be with a man like him is hard to understand.” He said in an annoyed yet curious voice. You frowned and dropped the wet shirt into the bucket of water you were using.

“What do you mean?” You asked dumbfounded, the others feeling slightly uncomfortable but T-Dog shrugged and looked at you seriously.

“He’s not a good man, he’s a racist man, misogynistic. He has a real temper, you must be so afraid of him.” He answered while shaking his head and playing with the gun in his hands. You opened your mouth to speak but stopped yourself for a second to wrap your head around what T-Dog had said.

“Look…” You started trying to sound as soft as you could. “Merle can’t really play well around others but he’s not a monster. This man has been through a lot of things and no one had ever given him a chance in his life. I have to admit that he should sometimes think more before speaking out loud but, deep down, he’s not a bad guy. He’s a good man but this world categorized him as ‘bad’, he never asked for that.” You finished, finally unable to contain your annoyance towards the small group as they were judging your man unfairly.

T-Dog bit his lips and looked down in shame, knowing that you were right about not even leaving a chance at Merle. The others went back to the task at hand but Amy asked you again about when you met Merle. You smiled and told her how he had saved you from the drunk at the bar but you also told her about the first time you had seen him at a party, how his loud personality actually hid a soft man for the ones he cares about only. Everyone was listening at some point and Carol told you how she thought the same about Daryl and you nodded you head in agreement.

“Yes, Daryl loves his brother. He would die for him.” You smiled as you gathered the clean clothes into your basket. “They’re good men.” You said just above a whisper.

As you got up from the shore, your eyes landed on a figure that was standing at the edge of the woods. You shielded your eyes from the blinding Georgian sun and grinned as you recognized Merle, you dropped your basket and jogged towards him. He waited for you, one of his hands on his hip and a teasing smirk on his lips. You giggled and jumped into his arms, linking your arms around his neck.

“Merle!” You exclaimed. “Where the hell were you?” Merle laughed and wrapped his arms around your smaller frame in a strong hug.

“Ya miss me, sunshine?” He asked cockily, making you chuckle and rolled your eyes.

“Sure, I missed you dummy but where were you?” You asked again as you pulled away.

“Was helping Daryl to hunt but he claimed that I was being too loud and scaring the game away.” He answered clearly annoyed by the situation. You chuckled and kissed his cheek to make him feel better.

“Come on, baby. You know that Daryl is a better hunter than you are. Give him some credits.” You said with a small playful smile on your lips, making Merle scoff and walk off but not without pulling you with him by your hand. You linked your fingers with his and followed him a little further into the woods.

“He is a decent hunter but I’m better.” Merle said as you rolled your eyes again.

“Keep telling yourself that, babe.” You teased again and Merle shot you a dirty look.

“I have to go on a run with the rest of them sorry pricks anyway.” Merle said suddenly as he stopped walking and turned to look at you. You frowned and crossed your arms over your chest.

“They’re not that bad when you get to know them.” You defended the group but your mind was still racing at the idea of him going alone on a run without you and without Daryl.

“Yeah… whatever…” Merle mumbled, not caring about what you said about the group. You took a step closer to the tall man and sighed as you asked in a calm voice.

“You decided to go on your own, without telling me before? They’re going in an hour! I have to wrap my head around it in less than an hour?” Merle looked at you with an expression that you couldn’t really read.

“Yeah… I decided without asking your permission because you’re not my mom. I don’t give a shit if ya agree or not, I can do whatever I want!” He almost screamed at you. You took a step back but quickly swallowed any fear you have been feeling and marched towards him, pushing his chest away with all your strength to make him take a step backward.

“You definitely can do whatever you want, you asshole but you could also think about the two only people that care about you! I don’t want you to get hurt and left alone in a word like this!” You screamed back at him, your temper getting the best of you.

“Step back, woman!” Merle screamed at you and got in your face, glaring at you with anger and stubbornness.

“Make me.” You challenged him, clutching your fists at your sides, completely done with his behavior.

Merle glared at you, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. Heavy breaths left Merle’s chest, his face slightly flushed with anger but you staid right where you were, glaring back at him. Then, Merle’s eyes soften and he suddenly grabbed your face into his hands and crashed his lips to yours. Your eyes widen, taken aback by his sudden mood shift but you couldn’t help but kiss back, your anger vanishing in a flash. Merle’s huge hands gripped your hip and the right one ran up your body to grab the back of your head to deepen the kiss. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue forcefully pushed past your lips and rub against yours. You shivered and moaned again at the feeling, your mind fogged by Merle’s rough hands and sweet taste. You broke away to breath but Merle attacked your neck, nibbling and sucking on your sweet spot over and over again, making you moan a little louder than you expected and buck your hips forward unintentionally. Merle chuckled, proud of himself and whispered seductively against your neck.

“Ya’re still mad at me baby?” He asked and you shook your head ‘no’, not trusting your voice at this point. Merle’s left hand traveled up to your chest and squeezed your breasts into his rough hand. “Answer me baby.” He demanded, making you gasped and close your eyes as you gripped his shoulders.

“N… No, I’m not mad.” You breathed out between moans as Merle kept working on your neck and on your breasts.

“Good girl…” Merle answered, bringing his lips back to yours and captured them into a passionate kiss.

You rubbed your hips against his and pushed him backwards against a tree to jump in his arms and wrap your legs around his hips. Merle grunted and carried you with ease, his muscles jumping as he held you up and teared your shirt off your body. You whimpered and your eyes darkened seeing his own lust for you. Weirdly, you both stopped and stared at each other. Your love for him blooming as you saw his eyes look at you as if you were the most beautiful woman on hearth.

“I love you.” You whispered only for him to hear.

“I love ya too, baby.” He answered and you knew that he meant it. It was the first time that his voice had been so emotional, almost breaking at the end. You giggled in happiness and brought him down for a passionate and lustful kiss.

You didn’t know that the others were already getting ready for the run in town as you enjoyed a pure moment of love with Merle and you also didn’t know that it would be the last time for an entire year that you would be with the love of your life because when the group came back the next day, Merle wasn’t with them. He was just gone but you never gave up on him, knowing that no one could kill Merle but Merle.

I really hope that you liked it! It’s a bit shorter than expected, sorry if you wanted something longer. 

xxx Lisy 

Relevation (M)

Originally posted by geeminy

New gif I thought would be perf for this scenario~

Summary: The Bangtan Boys come to visit you for the summer and you wonder whether you should come clean to Jungkook about the feelings you’ve had for him the past couple years.

Genre: Fluff, eventual smut Bc why tf not :)))

Word count: 7187 (this is the longest scenario I’ve worked on wtf :’) )

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JEON JUNGKOOK! So I originally planned for this to be released at 09/01/16 12:00AM KST BUT…unfortunately I had to cut a whole day off on writing this due to me falling ill af :’) BUT. ITS FINE. BETTER LATE THAN NEVER. Here’s a long scenario I wrote about him and really tried to get done before his birthday! This scenario is based on a dream I had with the little bun so it’s written mostly for me to look back on but I hope you all enjoy it anyway! Not all of this actually happened in my dream, just a very small part of where I’m walking next to him deciding whether I wanted to admit the feels for him which will be depicted here in the scenario as well. Also…this is actually me with Jungkook in 98% of my dreams: me pretending I don’t like him even though I’m dying for him inside (RIP me). ALSO. Some details here like what country y/n moves to, or job or career path she has is left for the reader to interpret on their own so that it becomes more relatable when reading. I worked really hard on this so I hope all of you like it! Please show some love for it! <33

P.S. Here’s a shout out for all my fellow noonas out there who have to struggle with biasing the little man bun who manages to ruin us all, this scenario is for you!

Written by: Admin Smuttyfairy

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Austin Nights Part 2

Pairing: Single!Jensen × Reader

Word Count: 3070

Summary: The reader lives in Austin and unknowingly runs into Jensen at a bonfire and sparks fly. Part 1 After abruptly leaving the party, the reader hopes to run into Jay again.

Obviously I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time.

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors.


Saturdays were your favorite days. No school, no kids, and you especially appreciated no alarm clocks. You woke up a bit later than usual considering you had not been able to fall asleep easily as you replayed the rush of last night over and over again in your head. The sun peaked through the blinds and you stretched in bed. You could hear Angie in the other room dealing with what sounded like a pretty awful hangover.

As your feet hit the floor, a sense of urgency hit you. You wanted to see him again and the only way to do that would be to scale the streets of Austin. No. You tried to repress the feeling. One, there is no way he would even remember you. Two, he probably found some other chick as there as probably a line of willing subjects after you ditched the fire. Three, even if he did remember you, there was no way you were just going to run into him by chance. But it would be nice to get out and do something anyways you compromised as an excuse.

After you got ready fairly quickly, you went to find Angie who seemed to be recovering just fine.

“Hey.” You chirped. “Up for bloody marys and brunch?”

“Um, yes! That’s the best idea you ever had.” She instantly jumped up and grabbed her purse.

At brunch, Angie gushed over Jared and how unbelievably nice he was. You tired to play it cool but threw in a question every now and then about how to find them or if she knew anything about how long they would be here. She was just as clueless as you. The two of you walked up and down SoCo window shopping and trying to get ideas of how to redecorate the apartment. You couldn’t help but feel you were only half involved in the process as you kept scanning the crowds for a glimpse of someone familiar.

Angie tired out quickly and abandoned you to take a nap in preparation for her plans tonight which you knew meant she wanted to do something but had no idea what. You headed downtown and picked up some records at Waterloo and settled down at BookPeople. You wasted a couple of hours browsing through books and worked a bit on creating a few therapy based activities for some of the children at the school.

When you finally made it back home you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed but tried to remind yourself of what you had concluded earlier. Angie was lounging about.

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She’s a Rockstar Part 3

Alrighty, so here’s part three (finally). I’ve started to really get an idea of where I wanna go so that’ll probably help me update ore. Requests are open and as always, I appreciate any feedback and comments, please let me know what you thin! Enjoy :) 

Summary: Y/N works in a small diner in a small town in West Virginia. She’s got a heavy load on her plate and to top it all off she has a more than unpleasant encounter with none other than Sebastian Stan. 

Warnings: nothing


You had learned quick that Sebastian was indeed a nice guy like he had claimed, nothing like his first impression. He had told you about himself, what it’s like being in movies and whatnot, how he was actually born in Romania, and other tidbits of his life.

“Well now I have to go watch all of your movies!” You giggled as he blushed. “I’m kidding, I don’t have a TV… or internet,” you admitted. He looked at you strangely as if you were speaking a whole different language.

“You don’t have a TV or internet? What the hell, why?”

“Well just can’t afford it. I’m really tight on money so they’re kind of luxuries I don’t need,” you explained. He hummed and looked down to fiddle with his empty glass.

“Well don’t let Chris find out, he’ll marathon all my movies for you and I’ll be very embarrassed and he’ll love it,” he chuckled.

“What will I love?” Chris interrupted.

“Hey Chris! Well I was just telling Sebastian how I don’t have internet or a TV so I can’t watch all his movies,” you explained while laughing lightly. Chris’ eyes widened before the shocked look got replaced by a mischievous smirk. “Oh gosh what did I just start?” You were starting to enjoy spending time with the boys as they made you laugh.

“Hey Y/N, are you free ever at all? I’m sort of in the mood for a movie marathon,” Chris said with a wink.

“Y’know, as much as I would love to see Sebastian and you in action I never have free time. I’m always here, the diner, or the shelter and if I could take a day off I would, but I can’t afford that,” you said solemnly. “Sorry guys, I just have a tight schedule.”

“Y/N, take a day off, I’ll still pay you for all your hours but you need a break, you’re non stop, one of these days you’re gonna give yourself a brain aneurism and then I’ll lose my best server and I can’t have that happen, now can I?” Dave suggested as he winked at you.

“Are you sure Dave?” He nodded, giving you all the confirmation you needed. You rushed behind the bar and squeezed the large man in to a bone crushing hug. The two guys behind you chuckled and shook their heads.

“Thank you so so so much Dave, I’ll work extra extra hard next shift,” you said as a grin spread across your face. “Can I have Monday off? I mean, it’s only Monday, it’s usually fairly quiet.”

“Y/N, calm down. Of course you can have Monday off,” Dave said with a smile. You grinned and turned to the two gorgeous men in front of you who also had smiles on their handsome faces.

“Alright, Monday it is. We are going to watch all of Seb’s movies. How about we start with the Covenant?” Chris laughed and threw his head back as if ‘the Covenant’ was the funniest thing he had ever heard of or seen. Sebastian groaned and covered his face.

“Please no, not the Covenant. Alright, before we watch that ya gotta understand it was 2006 and special effects weren’t the greatest and it was sorta one of my first ‘big’ movies,” Sebastian explained in a feeble attempt to defend himself.

“Yea, yea okay buddy. Gosh you’re gonna love it, I promise you that Y/N.” Chris’ smile was huge, just loving Sebastian’s reaction to his lighthearted teasing. “Anyway, I’ll give you the address and you can drive on over whenever you’d like?”

“Yea… One issue.” Chris looked at you with a confused look. “I don’t have a car.” You looked down, embarrassed to let them catch a glimpse of your life.

“No problem! I’m sure one of us can pick you up.” Chris smiled and laid a hand on your back.


Monday had rolled around quite fast and you were awaiting on a text or phone call from either of the two men. ‘What if they don’t want to? What if it was all a joke?’ you thought to yourself. You were soon interrupted by a buzz coming from your phone beside you.

SS: Hey it’s Sebastian, what’s your address, I’ll come pick you up!

Y/N: Hey Sebastian! Yea, it’s 1215 Liberty St. Text me when you get here and I’ll come down :)

SS: See you soon Y/N, can’t wait!

You dropped your phone on to the bed as you stood up to get ready. Sebastian meowed at you and rubbed against your legs.

“What the hell does that mean? Can’t wait? What do you think Sebby,” you asked your cat. He rewarded you with a small mew. “Good input Sebs.” You stood in front of your bathroom mirror inspecting your face. You slapped on your typical makeup and sauntered over to the closet. “I can’t go too dressy cause then they’ll know I’m trying really hard but I can’t go in pjs cause then they’ll think I’m sloppy! What do I do Sebs?” He meowed and walked away leaving you to ponder.

SS: Hey! I’m outside :)

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” you said with a panic.

Y/N: Alright be right out!

You threw on a pair of leggings and a cute v-neck t-shirt you treated yourself to a while ago, and a hoodie. Running out, you grabbed your keys and left your apartment. You ran down the four flights of stairs and pushed open the door. A black SUV was parked outside and you assumed it was him. The window rolled down, confirming your suspicions.

“Hey Y/N! How’s it hangin’?” His smile was radiant and it took you a second to gather your thoughts before answering him.

“Oh not too bad, nice to have a day off finally.” You smiled back at him and hopped in to the passenger side. “How are you?”

“Better now that you’re here.” Your eyes went wide momentarily unsure of how to react. “I mean, yea, no I’m excited. Just don’t laugh at me too hard,” Sebastian quickly recovered, nervous at how his words might have affected you.

“I’m excited too Sebastian,” you said with a wide smile. He started the car and soon you sped off to relax and watch some movies. “God, I can’t remember the last time I saw a movie,” you commented, filling the silence that had washed over the vehicle. He shook his head and let a smile creep on to his face. Finally he pulled up to a very cute house on the outskirts of town. It was gorgeous, a nice white house with a beautiful wrap-around porch. It looked to be something out of the Victorian era. “Wow, this is beautiful,” you exclaimed, taking in the little details of the house.

“Yea it’s Chris’ cabin! It’s nice isn’t it?”

“Y/N! Hey! How’s it going? Ready to get this marathon on the road?” Chris came through the front door to welcome you with an unexpected hug.

“Oh wow, hey Chris! This place is gorgeous, it really is,” you commented.

“Thanks Y/N, come on in! Let’s get this started!” Sebastian groaned from behind you and followed you and Chris inside. The inside was even more beautiful. The walls were coated with a light ocean blue, family photos decorated the walls and pale green throw pillows were strewn all over the couches. A large flat screen TV sat across the couches above an extravagant fire place. “Let’s start with my personal favourite, The Covenant.” His smile grew even wider than before and you chuckled at Sebastian’s red cheeks and playfully nudged his shoulder.

“Alright, alright guys, let’s just get this over with,” Sebastian said with a defeated tone.

You all collapsed on the couch and pressed play. You found yourself slowly leaning in to him and soon enough you felt his arm drape over the back of the couch, almost on your shoulders. You two had gotten significantly closer throughout the movie and you were sure you were stepping over the line.

“Snacks! I’ll go get snacks,” you said, slightly panicked as you quickly stood up. “Where’s the kitchen?”

“I can show you,” Sebastian offered. Your cheeks turned pink as you nodded and turned away. He led the two of  you through the halls, eventually reaching the kitchen.

“Y/N I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-“

“Sebastian I’m sorry it’s my fault I over stepped a boundary, I can just leave if you want. I’ll call a cab-“

“Y/N! Stop! Don’t worry about it. I liked it.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. You looked up, daring to meet his eyes with your own. “Can I kiss you Y/N?”

“Well I mean, we’re getting snacks aren’t we?” You stumbled as you slowly backed away, overwhelmed by the fact that this gorgeous man wanted to kiss you, and oh god did you want to kiss him back. You stooped when your back hit the counter. He had you trapped, his arms closing you in.

“Y/N please-“

“Kiss me.”

Change (Part 2) - Luke Hemmings

Pairing: Luke x Reader

Word Count: 1,7k

Ratings/Warnings: General Audiences, No warnings.

A/N: So, here is the second part of what I’m thinking it would be a fic. I know this is not the best part and that I’m moving slowly but I need these “fillers” since they are important for the story. Please, if you enjoyed the part, like/reblog the post and don’t forget to leave your thoughts and comments in my inbox. It’s super important for the writers!! Happy reading! xx

PART 1 | PART 2 

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Get Mine, Get Yours

Summary:  “No, no, no.” he stood up and you watched him pacing around the room, pushing the strands of blonde hair falling over his eyes back.

“You just asked me to explain what I was trying to say!

“I know exactly what you’re trying to say, _____, ok? You are talking about us fucking and the answer is no.” 

“Why not?!” you whined and crossed your arms over your chest, sulking.

“Because it’s a horrible idea! ”.

Genre: Romance (friends with benefits!au)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Rating: Mature (fluff + smut + angstishhhh??not really)

Length: 6.3k

A/N: all i wanna say is park jimin is the most important thing to me in this world

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Fic 458: Backseat Conversation

I had two requests for a one-shot where Scout is bi, and comes out to the team. This wound up going a bit longer than I initially intended, but I hope my Anons like it!

Scout’s knee froze mid-bounce as a hand slowly crept up to cover his mouth. Eight pairs of eyes stared back at him expectantly, if with varying degrees of actual interest as he felt heat start to rise up in his cheeks. From the front of the briefing room, Spy’s gaze veered on the edge of irritation.

“No, I had not considered the potential ‘wet t-shirt’ effect of approaching BLU’s base via the drainage vats.” One elegant hand slipped into his jacket to pull out his cigarette case. “But do enlighten us.”

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High School AUs (based on real experiences I’ve had) pt. 1

I know no one asked for this, but I kind of wanna share these wild rides with someone, so here goes lol

1. I was waiting to get picked up after staying at school for a Shakespeare lecture, and you were waiting to get picked up after band practice. A dog suddenly ran past us in the parking lot, so we debated whether or not we should tell anyone.

2. I saw you getting really uncomfortable because of Creepy Tom not leaving you alone, so I swooped in and pretended I needed you for an emergency.

3. We tutor freshman in the same time slot every week, so we always go together to pick up the students from their classes and sometimes end up just talking shit with them instead of doing any work.

4. Your best friend and my best friend used to date, and they only broke up really recently, so they still kind of have feelings for each other. We end up joining them when your best friend is trying to win mine back, so we spend like an hour sharing exasperated looks.

5. We’ve known each other for three years and you stop by every day to steal my pretzels, since I never eat them, and one day I forget to pack them and you get super offended. You end up dragging me to the store, so you can buy pretzels for yourself and gummy worms for me.

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About Time

pairing: JoshxReader

warnings: little cussing

words: 1,445

It was the first day I would see my lifelong friend in over 6 months. I could barely sleep the night before. Sure Josh and I would text, call, and even Skype, but it just wasn’t the same. I missed his fluffy hair, contagious laugh, and his eyes. God, those beautiful eyes! And his smile absolutely killed me. Oh yeah. I might have a little crush on the guy too. I lied. I have a HUGE crush on Josh. Ever since senior prom when I saw him in his dark tux and his perfectly styled hair. The moment we made eye contact, I was sure that there was something there. But I guess that feeling only went one way. He gave me butterflies every day since then. A couple years later, Josh started his music career. I was there from the beginning. When he left one band to join another. When he signed with Fueled By Ramen. Even when he heard his first song playing on the radio. I was there. However, those butterflies never flew away. They just kept multiplying. Of course I was over the moon when I saw how happy he was playing those drums in front of crowds that kept getting bigger and louder. But I do miss the times we shared. He has been a little distant ever since his career took off. Sometimes, I can’t help but feel jealous when I see thousands of girls screaming at him. I don’t know why I haven’t said anything to him. I guess I didn’t want our relationship to be ruined. 

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Music Series: I Love You by Little Mix

Oh my goodness! This was one of the most emotional stories for me that I’ve written to date! Thank you to the Anon who requested this MS story! I struggled trying to write it last night and had to put it off for awhile until I finally felt the right story, then I still ended up rewriting parts of it 4 different times.

I hope you all like it. Angst is your thing, I know, and this is riddled with it! I LOVE reading angst, but writing it is exhausting! I hate making Harry and the missus both sad!!!

So here it is, per Anon request, to the tune of Little Mix’s, “I Love You”, which can be found on Spotify at this link.

Grab a tissue! xo



Uh oh, uh oh, here I go again, baby, baby

I hear your name and it’s like I’m breaking, aching

You still got that power hanging over me

It’s always over but still happening

Uh oh, uh oh, here I go again, baby, baby

Breakups were never easy. But your breakup with Harry was more difficult than you had ever imagined.

Harry had taken you out for a nice dinner, then a lovely drive in the night, before taking you back home. He walked you into your house and you could sense he was uneasy about something.

“Is it okay if we talk about something before I leave?” he asked.

“Yeah, of course,” you said, grinning at him with a hint of concern. “Everything okay?”

“Um…” Harry seemed uncomfortable, and took your hand as he lead you to sit next to him on the sofa. “You know I leave in a few days for work.”

“I know,” you said with a smile. “Should be an amazing tour!”

Harry smiled slightly and nodded. The two of you had been dating for several months and had quickly fallen in love. But knowing that he would be absent from your life for nearly the next year, it made him rethink the timing of the relationship.

The entire rest of the conversation you barely remembered. Your head was spinning in disbelief. Had Harry just broken up with you, suggesting it wasn’t healthy at that point in your relationship together to be separated for so long? Your ears were ringing. He knew when the two of you decided to be together that the tour was coming. Did he not think you would last that long with him? You weren’t sure whether to be hurt or offended, but you were both.

“I just don’t think it’s fair of me to ask you to wait for me, love,” he insisted, shaking his head. “You have your work, and mine is insane. We’ll never see each other.” You tried to process what he was saying, without breaking down in front of him. “We’ll learn to resent each other, and I don’t want that for us. I care too much about you.”

You wiped a tear from your eyes, hoping he hadn’t seen it, then looked at the floor. You tried to reason it out in your mind, but your heart was broken that he didn’t want you anymore.

“I’d rather do it this way and hold on to our friendship, than have the regrets and resentment, and lose our friendship in the process,” he said honestly.

For a long moment you said nothing, then looked at him, the sadness in your eyes killing him.

“Alright then,” you agreed, reluctantly. “If that’s what you want. I guess your mind is made up. I’ll respect your decision.”

You stood and walked to the door as he followed you. You could barely look at him, not wanting to break down in front of him. You weren’t angry with him…well, not much…but the pain you were feeling in that moment was nearly more than you could bear. You opened the door and before you could stop him, Harry had his arms around you, holding you tightly. You could barely breathe as you tried not to cry, but you felt the drops leave your eyes as they landed on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry. You know it isn’t because I don’t love you. It’s just…”

“It’s fine,” you barely choked out, your voice trembling terribly. You wanted to tell him you loved him too, and you do love him, with all of your heart, but it just didn’t feel right in that moment. You sniffed as he pulled away slightly, leaving a gentle kiss on your lips, then quickly walking out the door. You watched as he practically ran to his car, seeing him wipe his face with his t-shirt before getting in and driving away.

I just wanna scream out ‘til my voice breaks

Even if the tears fall and my heart hates me

Baby I love you

You leaned your back against the closed door and buried your face in your hands as you wept openly, screaming as loudly as you could, thinking it would make you feel better but it didn’t. Nothing could make you feel better. You couldn’t even hate him, because you understood, or at least you tried to understand it from his perspective.

Your heart was broken. The man you were in love with just broke up with you, leaving you alone and feeling deserted and depressed. And it wasn’t like he was just going to be a few miles away in his home, or running into each other in a restaurant. He was leaving in a couple of days on tour. He would be thousands and thousands of miles away from you, and it hurt. No more flirty texts or calls…no more late night pop-in’s at your door, asking for a sleepover with you…no more spending time with the person you considered your best friend…no more.

But what made this the most difficult was knowing that you were no longer his. That he had chosen you to be with, then for his own reasons, took it back. It angered you, but you couldn’t hate him. You loved him, and you didn’t think you would ever stop.

Uh oh, uh oh, don’t know how I’m still breathing, breathing

I got this hole up in my heart baby, baby

And it doesn’t matter what no one say

Even though it’s broken, I love you anyway

Uh oh, uh oh, here I go again, baby, baby

For the next couple of weeks you felt nothing but devastation, desperation, and the feeling of being completely alone. Harry had texted and tried to call a couple of times, you supposed to make sure you were okay, but it was too soon for you and you ignored him. The last thing you wanted was to hear his voice, so it was ironic to you that it was also what you most wanted. You hadn’t been able to listen to the voicemails he left. You felt in a sense that you needed to heal first. Losing Harry wasn’t something you got over overnight.

With time and the love of a few good friends, you began taking your like back again, feeling yourself again. Mutual friends of yours said Harry called them every now and then checking on you, making sure you were okay. But when he began seeing photos of you on friend’s social accounts again, it struck him that you were moving on. It’s what he wanted, right? For you to be able to go on without him? So why did it make him so sad?

Harry missed you terribly, like a piece of his heart was missing. Breaking up with you, while seeming the right thing to do, had left Harry miserable, harder than what he realized it would be. Seeing you in friend’s videos and photos was bittersweet. He loved you. He would always love you.

I just wanna scream out 'til my voice breaks

Even if the tears fall and my heart hates me

I just wanna know how I can save me

Even if these three words choke and take me

Baby I love you

Just what you needed! Dinner out with a group of friends…food and wine and good company. God, did you ever need it. Each day seemed to get a bit easier, or maybe you just got better at ignoring the pain. Shopping trips with friends…a ski weekend with a group from work…a color run with your girlfriends. You purposely kept yourself busy to keep from thinking too much about Harry, because you doubted he spent nearly as much time thinking about you. It had been a few months since he left. A few months since he said he thought the two of you should breakup.  A few months since his tour began and he left you alone.

As you and your friends toasted to the night, someone spoke up while looking at their phone, and nearly made you choke on your wine.

“Hey, guys! Harry has a show about an hour away tomorrow night. He saw that we were all close by and invited us all to come. Who’s in?” your friend asked.

Your heart jumped and began beating so quickly you felt like vomiting. Four or five friends said they wanted to go, but some looked at you with pity or sadness or whatever the fuck it was, as your best friend grabbed your hand.

“Go ahead, it’s fine,” you insisted to them. “I…I’ll go back early. You all go have fun.” They looked at you quietly. “I can’t…I’m sorry. But please, don’t feel bad about it. His shows are great. Go enjoy it.”

“I’m not going without you,” your friend told you. “You all go on and we’ll head back tomorrow, get in some shopping time,” she smiled at you. You smiled slightly, wishing you were over Harry so you felt happy to see him, but you just couldn’t do it. Not yet.

You were miserable the entire rest of the evening but thought you covered it well. The thought that Harry was only an hour from where you were made you want to run the opposite direction.

I feel your touch when I’m alone at night

But it’s just me who’s holding tight

And this life don’t feel like you

There’s nothing left but these I love you’s

As you finally made it back home, loving on your best friend and sending her off, you welcomed the comfort of your bed and a good movie. Looking through the selection of films, trying to decide what you were in the mood for, you felt your phone buzz with a text. Assuming it was your friend, letting you know she got home safely, you looked at your screen…and saw it was from Harry.

‘Are you here at the show? I’d really like to see you.’

You read it over and over, unbelieving that he sent it. How did he expect you to just show up at the show, happy and carefree, after not seeing him in so long? He was the one who wanted the breakup, not you. You didn’t know how to reply to that. You thought hard, biting on your finger, trying to decide how and if to respond, knowing he could see his message was delivered. Finally you replied.

‘No, I’m not. Have a great show.’

Short and sweet. Simple, but direct. Did it sound rude? You didn’t think so.

You waited to see his reply but it never came, only the word “delivered” under your message. Your overactive brain began to panic. Was he upset? Was he mad? Was he sad? Did he even care? Was he just being polite by sending the text? And why the hell were you making yourself sick over this?!

Because you still loved him.

You didn’t hear from Harry again that night or the next day. You determined he was only being nice by sending the text, being polite. Did he think you so fragile that he needed to keep checking on you? Even the next morning after the concert you ditched, you woke to a text from a friend who attended, saying Harry wouldn’t stop asking about you.

Your heart was still broken, but trying to mend. You still cried sometimes, wondering if Harry missed you as much as you missed him. You hated that you still missed him. You wondered if you would ever get over him, or if he had gotten over you as easily as he appeared to.

And I just wanna scream out 'til my voice breaks

Even if the tears fall and my heart hates me

I just wanna know how I can save me

Even if these three words choke and take me

Baby I love you

You welcomed the holiday trip with your friends! Two weeks on a beach in the tropics? Yes, thank you! How you managed the vacation time at work was beyond you, but you ran with it before they could change their minds. When the door on the plane opened and you stepped out onto the steps, you breathed in the fresh air and felt the sunshine on your skin, and knew this was the medicine you needed.

The sun felt good on your skin as you lay on the beach, chatting and enjoying time with friends, listening to the music playing, seeing people enjoying themselves. You sucked on your drink, questioning why you didn’t do this more often. Oh, yeah…it took time and money, two things you rarely had at the same time. You looked out at the water, feeling the breeze blow your hair into your face, and smiled, wondering where in this world Harry was and if he was happy. You shook the thought from your head. No getting depressed or melancholic for the next two weeks. Too much fun to be had!

You all decided to go back to the hotel and relax or nap for a bit, knowing you were going to be out late that night at a beach party. You stepped out of the vehicle that took you back to your hotel, and began to walk with your friends, when you heard a familiar voice. You looked up and saw him, hugging one of your mutual friends with a smile on his face, his eyes continually darting toward you.

It was the first time you had seen him since he left. The first time hearing his voice again. The first time you felt that pang in your chest in awhile, or felt your stomach do flips. As Harry said hello to everyone, he walked to you and looked you in your eyes, smiling slightly, his eyes not straying from you.

“Hello, love,” he said, before slowly reaching for your hand, and leaning to kiss your cheek. “You look beautiful.”

You didn’t know what to say. You had a knot in your throat the size of Cleveland, and you were hot and sweaty from the beach. Your first thought was “liar”, but you hoped that even in your state of being, he really did find you beautiful. Best not to get your hopes up, though.

“How are you?” you asked, politely.

He shrugged his shoulders as you thought you saw a hint of his chin quivering.

“Would it be okay if we talk?” he asked nervously.

You looked at him, then at your group of friends, all quiet and trying not to reveal that they were hanging on your and Harry’s every word and motion. You hesitantly nodded.

Harry followed you to your room and walked inside as you opened the door, closing it behind him. You sat your beach bag on the bed and grabbed your water bottle for a drink. You glanced at Harry again, his eyes still trained on you. Neither of you sat or spoke for a moment, then you decided, balls to the wall, to jump in.

“Why are you here, Harry?” you asked him point-blank, looking him dead in the eyes. “Why aren’t you on tour?”

He swallowed hard, sensing the irritation in your voice. “We…had a few days break, and one of the guys mentioned you were all here,” he said. “Was hoping to come see you…talk to you.”

“Why?” you asked, firmly.

“Why?” Harry asked. “Love, I’ve tried so many times over the past few months to talk to you. I’ve texted, I…I’ve called. I even tried to video chat with you, but you would never respond to anything. I needed to see you!”

“Why did you need to see me?” you asked coldly. “Wanted to make sure I was still pining away for you?”

“What?” Harry asked, confused. “No, babe. I…fuck, I miss you. Is that okay?” he asked, trying to keep the discussion from escalating into something more.

You nodded with a set jaw, looking at him and saying nothing.

“I’m hoping you miss me, too,” he said sadly. “I thought I could do this, but…”

“You thought you could do this…” you repeated. “You thought it would be easy to leave me. Easy to break my heart then move on.”

“No, I didn’t say that,” he said. “I thought it was the best thing for us!”

“Yes,” you said nodding again. “So you’ve said. But did you care at all about what I thought?”

Harry looked at you questioningly.

“Let me ask you, Harry,” you said, frustrated. “Do you still think it’s what is best for us?”

“No!” Harry said, walking toward you but you moved, leaning against a piece of furniture. “No, babe, I don’t. I know better now. Fuck, baby, I…I love you so much. I need you! I’ve been miserable.”

“You’ve been miserable?! Harry, did you once think about what I thought or felt?” you asked, tears welling partly from sadness, partly anger. “Did you ever once think that maybe I had a say in the decision, too?”

Harry realized what you were saying. “No, I guess I didn’t,” he said humbly. “I’m sorry about that, love. I made a mistake…”

“Yes!” you blurted. “Yes, you did. The past few months…have been…” you can’t even finish your sentence from the hurt you were feeling as your throat tightened and shook. “You. You are the one who decided we shouldn’t be together. You are the one who made that decision, without me. I had no say in it. You decided that…for me.”

“I know, baby,” Harry said. “I’m so…”

“No,” you shook your head. “You don’t just get to apologize and have everything all nice and pretty again. I deserve a hell of a lot more than that.”

“I’ll do anything, sweetheart,” Harry said with begging eyes and heart. “Please…let’s just talk it out…”

You tried to listen but somehow your heart felt like it was breaking all over again. He was begging you to take him back. He admitted he was wrong and made a mistake. What more could you want from him?


“No,” you said as a tear fell down your cheek. “No.”

You walked to the door and opened it, looking at him as another tear fell, your lips shaking. Harry couldn’t believe you wanted him to leave.

“Baby, no, please,” he begged. “We have to work this out.”

“No,” you said. “YOU have to work this out. I didn’t break your heart. You broke mine. And until you figure out how to fix that, I can’t do…this.” You wanted nothing more than to throw your arms around him and kiss him, taking him to your bed and spending all the time he had left on his break, showing him how you felt about him. Showing him how much you loved him.

Harry allowed you to see his tears as you heard his voice catch with a cry. He walked to you and looked at you with the most horrible, sad look on his face, knowing he was feeling the heart break that you’ve been feeling. He placed his hand on the side of your face and kissed your cheek as he sobbed, your own tears falling but knowing that, for now, this is what you both needed, even if he didn’t agree. You were making the choice this time.

“I love you, baby,” he said, his face leaning against yours. “I love you.”

You let out a quiet sob as he kissed your lips quickly then walked out the door.

I love you

Baby I love you

I love you

Baby I love you