and she's not anywhere near me at all

I’m watching Grace and Frankie and Frankie says “my gynecologist says that you shouldn’t put anything in your vagina that you wouldn’t put in your mouth” and that she makes her own yam personal lubricant. Now, I’m all for good organic lube but when I googled this I came up with a bunch of recipes for lubricant that included things like honey and other sweet edibles. Which leads me to this reminder:

Do not put anything with sugars near your vulva! That is how you get infections because things like yeast and bacteria feed on it. Be careful when using food in your sex play because you don’t want to be getting many foods near vulvas. Do your research before you pull up a DIY and put it anywhere near your genitals.

My personal head cannon is that Carmilla kept her childhood home and would occasionally hide away there when ever she wants to be left alone.  All the locals obviously think it’s haunted and won’t go anywhere near it.  Anyways, after saving the world, she takes Laura there.  Laura wakes up early and takes that opportunity to explore the place (even though Carmilla told her not to wander off by herself because the place is old and some parts aren’t entirely structurally sound).

If I had and capacity for writing I’d give you an accompanying fic, but I don’t so instead you get an illustration. 

P.S. My full portrait of Mircalla can be found here

Play Me (Skam - Chris x OC) Part 2

Pairing : Chris x OC (name’s Elin)

Synopsis : Player 1 meets Player 2. The score is tight.

Word count : 3.8k

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MASTERLIST


He did stop bothering her (sort of). At least, directly. His behavior still bothered her though, and Elin was ready – and more than willing – to break his legs next time she saw him go anywhere near Eva. That jerk had to go and fuck around with her friends – the next best option to her and to get on her nerves? - and now Eva had continuous fights with Jonas. All of that because Chris felt like kissing Eva. It was fucked up enough on his part to do this knowing she was in a relationship but now that Elin knew he was too, she felt like snapping his neck. She wasn’t a violent person, but she was very imaginative and was dreaming about various ways to get back at him.

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IT IS NEVER OK TO DOX PEOPLE

I just learned that there are people being threatened and doxed once again in this fandom. This is NOT EVER GOING TO BE ACCEPTABLE!

It doesn’t matter which side you’re on (or no side). I didn’t appreciate Obsessive Sassenach (now we know as Nipuna) giving a play by play of how she found my name through Twitter from over a year ago. Or when Trish went to my LinkedIn account and then posted how she could have been helping me find a job (preposterous since I don’t live anywhere near Canada). I have since removed all of my client company names from the past 8 years. And it just cost me a job. Because the hiring manager thought it weird I wouldn’t share this and expose my network. My Recruiter said she was actually “hostile"about it. This is not okay either. I needed that consulting job!

So please just stop. No one deserves it.

Thank you.

I don’t get how anyone can hate Jurassic Park 3

It’s literally a movie about Dr.Alan Grant getting progressively pissed off at the stupidity of everyone else. He just looks so done thoughout the entire movie and it’s great. 

Ah just another day of paleontology-ing and not being stuck on the island of my nightmares getting torn to shreds. This is the life.

Alrighty Billy. I’m retired. I’ll let you hear out this clearly deranged man even though I already said no. It’s fine. Cool. I’m retired, no problemo.

Fuck no. We are not going anywhere near that goddamn island.

Okay you got me over the island but don’t you fucking dare land on that island or so help me. We will all die don’t you do it.

Who in the fuck hit me

Tell your wife to shut the fuck up before she gets us all fucking killed

Fuck you too Mrs. Kirby

Okay guys I got this, this is why you brought me I know this guy. He’s cool if you don’t move. He’s got food. We cool.

Why the fuck did you bother bringing me along to this hellhole if you weren’t gonna listen to me

Mrs.Kirby in the 10 minutes we’ve been on this island nearly being eaten because you were yelling, have you learned NOTHING ABOUT YELLING ON THIS ISLAND

*A wild hugeass angry Spinosaurus appeared because once again you were fucking yelling Mrs.Kirby. Why are you still alive*

Well? What are you waiting for?

Are you fucking kidding me I have to tell you to run from the giant dinosaur When I say don’t run you run, when I say nothing you stand there gawking like fucking morons, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE

Billy, you stole raptor eggs? From an animal who’s mother is larger than you and has eaten like half our people? Do you have any knowledge of anything in that fucking head of yours?

Really now. Just to remind you dumb pieces of dino doo-doo as we’re stared down by raptors, Who thought it was a good idea to land on this fucking island? Well it wasn’t me you dumb shits. Now everyone’s dead and our only chance is if I can play this raptor ocarina which I haven’t touched before in my life.

Note to self: Never talk to any people at all ever after this. Vacation in Europe. I bet none of this happens in Europe.

a while ago, someone asked if they could make my chloenette comic into a video which you can find here

i only just got around to reading the comments now and boy let me tell you..

some people were confused and thought the comic was about chloe having a crush on adrien, but that wasn’t my intention. i ship chloenette so ofc this comic is gay and chloe is pining for ladybug but doesn’t think she has a chance because of chat noir. 

those comments didn’t really bother me but these did:

idk why people can’t accept the fact that this is just how i draw her? i believe all body types can be athletic and graceful, it’s not just limited to skinny and the traditionally “athletic” body. i like to draw her this way. she’s fat and beautiful and there’s nothing wrong with that.

tl;dr: your fatphobia is gross and i don’t want it anywhere near me

One Night Only [Chapter 8]

Originally posted by thekpopquartet

**I’ve got anywhere from 2-4 Chapters left in me for this one. I promised I would warn you all when I was nearing the end :) **

Chapter 8 of One Night Only

Ch1  Ch2  Ch3  Ch4  Ch5  Ch6  Ch7

Series Genre: Angst/Smut/Fluff

Admin Note: Contains Text Images


“Just get over yourself and call her already,” Mark said hitting Jackson on the back. He was back to moping around again. It had been two days since your fight.

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to. She changed her number” he huffed.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Yugyeom has her new number, I have it, and you know where she lives”.

“How do YOU have it?” Jackson questioned.

Mark was constantly getting on him about you. Jackson knew he meant well but he was still so angry.

“Because I asked Yugyeom for it. I wanted to check on her, because she’s our family, because we all love her, and so do you”.

Jackson rolled his eyes. “Maybe I can just get it from Namjoon,, ” he said under his breath.

Mark still heard him.

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returningrevolutionary  asked:

leaves a cupcake for mama blonde. It tastes good I swear

wat do u mean with that

????!!! confused noises*

&&. curious cinnamons watch the blond male deliver a small cutely shaped cupcake atop a table, a sense of awe and surprise mixed with shock since of all things to be given out of the blue….a cupcake? it was not like she was expecting something to be offered to her anyways, this was sudden, and her birthday wasn’t even anywhere near. however, she would not reject the kind gesture and give a smile of her own in gratitude, before trying a bite of the pastry.

        “ hmm, it’s quite good! thank you! “

6 points from Gryffindor (Draco Malfoy Imagine #2)

“This is pointless!” I exclaimed suddenly, startling both Ginny and Hermione who gave me a poisonous glare while Ginny sniggered behind her hand. “Y/N Y/L/N,” began Hermione for the umpteenth time in the past hour, “You are going to finish this Divination homework, even if I have to sit through heavy snowfall and falling meteorites to make sure you have finished it!” I huffed like a stubborn 6 year old. 

Honestly, with all my heart, I loved that Hermione was trying to help me push my grades up by a whole boundary but I also think she should just.. relax every once in a while. Not just for us, but for her own sanity too. I grabbed the sparkly white quill and dipped it into the pot of rich blue ink, but I had barely positioned the point of the quill anywhere near the crisp parchment when I heard a shout.

 "Well, good afternoon to you,“ Smirked Malfoy, whilst Pansy giggled annoyingly, hanging onto his arm like a horrifying baby koala. I glared at him. The last time the two of us had a run in, it had not been pleasant at all. In fact, if Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape hadn’t come rushing in, I’m pretty sure that one of us would have been in St Mungo’s. Absent-mindedly, I traced the partially healed wound on my wrist that had been wrapped firmly with parchment coloured bandage. "What do you want, Malfoy?” said Ginny reproachfully, I could see the bat bogey hex getting fired up in her mind.

 "Can it, she-weasel,“ snarled Malfoy, Blaise Zabini snickered and as a result, Ginny gave him a look that would have killed even a basilisk. "I’m not here to talk to you, or mud blood Granger over here,” I stood up, my head only reached Malfoy’s collarbones but my mouth could still spit fire. “Well then, I guess you better be on your way then. Unless.. You’re here to have a taste of a thoroughly prepared bat bogey hex. Or maybe even a well catered, sectumsempra?” I scowled. Malfoy looked round at Zabini and the pair of them smirked, before turning back to face me.

 "Oh, no. I’m actually here to tell you that as the new Slytherin prefect, I’m going to have to dock ten points from Gryffindor.“ "On what basis?” asked Hermione, glaring at the egoistic blonde. “Two points because you’re a mud blood, two points because she’s a Weasley, six points because..” Malfoy walked up closer, I took a few steps back and stumbled, but Malfoy grabbed my uninjured wrist with a vice like grip. I winced quietly, biting my tongue. 

 "Six points because your skirt is too long for my liking,“ Theodore Nott howled like a wolf and the rest of the Slytherins burst into hysterics. My tongue froze in my mouth as my face burnt red. Hermione and Ginny looked as stunned as I felt. "I’m sorry– what??” I asked him, regaining my power of speech. Malfoy shoved Pansy to the side and put his hands in his pockets, his eyes did not waver once from mine. 

 "You heard me, Y/L/N, your skirt reaches the top of your knees, that’s too bloody long.“ "Oh yeah?” I squared up to him instinctively, “How long would you prefer it to be?” “I don’t what it to be long, if you didn’t quite understand what I said. I want it, short.” I looked over his shoulder as Pansy let out a shriek of frustration and stalked off. 

There’s only two reasons she would do that. One, if Malfoy told her to get lost, and two, if Malfoy was flirting with someone that wasn’t her.

 "Well then, Prefect, rest assured that from tomorrow, you’ll be giving points rather than docking them,“ I smirked and turned to Hermione and Ginny, pulling them away as Malfoy stood there with his trade mark smirk and a pinkish tinge crawling up his cheeks.

All Junkrat’s new voice line makes me think is that if he tried speaking Mandarin anywhere near Mei she’d probably throw a rock at his head for his awful pronunciation.

And then throw another one, because he’s ugly.

Text || Puppy 🐶
  • Alberto: Well I’m happy I found someone to be a creep with me, I felt a little lonely here with my creepiness :P
  • Alberto: Aww I thought you were going to compliment me again there, but I see your point.
  • Alberto: So where do you know Dom from? Do you work/live anywhere near here? Because you should totally come visit on set so we can be creeps together :P
  • Eliza: Never feel lonely in your creepiness at all, you'll always have me with you.
  • Eliza: Do you want me to call you cute again? I could do that.
  • Eliza: I'm not even sure how we met! We just started talking and became friends, it was one of those things. I actually work in Vancouver and spend half my life there, but when I'm not there I'm usually in LA or back home in Australia. I am almost done filming though, so I could probably swing a trip to Toronto. As long as you promise to tell me all the secrets of the show as we creep together.
the Locker Room

Prompt: Liam and the reader are enemies but later start liking each other

Warnings: well, Liam and the reader don’t really like each other at first so some harsh words are exchanged. But then they make out in the girls’ locker room which is kinda awkward because I didn’t really know how to write it so yeah


Being one of the only girls on the lacrosse team had its perks. For example, boys. Practices were like heaven, watching their muscles flex as they ran and just exercised in general. Of course, after practice, they stunk to high heaven and I didn’t want them to come anywhere near me, but that was beside the point.

           The second perk was Kira. I met her on the day of tryouts, and she quickly became my best friend. Her love for Marvel and my love for action had us constantly throwing movie marathons which turned into sleepovers when we saw how late at night it was.

           All the attention was definitely the third perk. I mean, Kira and I were the talk of the school. The team was completely male dominated, but our small estrogen edition seemed to draw a crowd of feminists and guys who just wanted to look at a chick playing rough. Coach was happy about that; there was a bigger turn-out at the games, and the school newspaper frequently printed segments advertising us.

           It was great. Really, I loved it. But… all of the good things could be sucked away as soon as Liam Dunbar and I made eye contact.

           In my opinion, he was beyond stupid. Dunbar was always very competitive with me- I guessed that it was because we were the only freshmen on the team because he seemed alright with Kira, so it couldn’t be that I was a girl. He threw temper tantrums a lot, which always resulted in Scott, Kira’s boyfriend, and Stiles, Kira’s… weird… friend, rushing him off into the locker room. Coach used to yell at them when they did that, but eventually he got tired and just rolled his eyes.

           That made me angry. Why the hell was Dunbar so special? Why was he allowed to be escorted off the field by his junior fairy-godmothers? It just wasn’t fair.

           The Friday that I finally lost it was the one that followed our first loss of the season. Last night, in the middle of the game, Dunbar decided that he wasn’t going to pass me the freaking ball liked we had practiced. That pissed me off. He ended up scoring, but I was too mad to care. When I got the ball, I acted like I didn’t see him waiting for me to pass it to him. I scored. The crowd cheered. I basked in the glory until a rough shove to my shoulder jerked me out of the happy haze.

           It was Dunbar, and he wasn’t happy. Through his mask, he spit, “What the hell? Why didn’t you pass to me?”

           I laughed. “Just returning the favor, thickhead. You didn’t pass to me either. And I scored anyway, so I don’t know why you’re getting your tighty-whiteys in a wad.”

           “You’re kidding me, right?” He stepped closer; our masks were pressed together as he shouted. “You’re acting like a child. We’re in the middle of the game.”

           Scoffing, I shoved his chest. “You’re the one who’s acting like a child, Dunbar. Now get out of my face before I make you.”

           He let out a sharp snort of derision. “I’d just love to see you try.”

           Hands were pulling us apart suddenly. Kira had her arms around my shoulders while Scott and Stiles held onto Dunbar’s arms. Coach and the referee were sprinting over to us. Faintly, I could hear Scott muttering, “Hey, Liam, you got this. Stay in control. Breathe.”

           Stiles was chanting as well, although I wouldn’t exactly define his words as ones of encouragement. “You freaking idiot, chill out! You’re going to shift in front of all these people! Because of a girl? You’re kidding me, right? We have a game to play.”

           Kira spun me around. “Y/N, what- are you okay?” Her dark eyes looked me over anxiously.

           “Oh, I’m fine.” Then I raised my voice, knowing he could hear. “Dunbar is just pitching a bitch fit like he’s five and making everything about him again. Nothing new.”

           “What?” Dunbar snarled- I mean, he actually snarled. “You’re the one who’s not following the plays. You won’t pass to me because of your silly little grudge.”

           I was screaming. “You didn’t pass to me first! So how dare you get mad when I do the same?”

           “Are you-” He lurched against Stiles and Scott’s tight hold. “I didn’t see you!”

           “That’s bull and you know it, Dunbar!” I shrieked. “You looked me dead in the eyes and then kept running. You just wanted to compensate with a big win for something smaller, am I right?”

           To make a long story short, by the time Coach got over to us, we were both cussing, so he benched us. “I can’t believe you two.” He angrily shoved his clipboard under his arm. “Okay, yeah, Dunbar, kind of expected it because of your record- no hard feelings- but Y/N? Really? You’re going to try and fight him?”

           I raised an eyebrow. “Are you insinuating that I couldn’t take him out? Because I could, if you’d like a demonstration.”

           Dunbar laughed coldly. “I would love to see that happen.”

           Whirling on him, I pushed his shoulder. “Do you want to go Dunbar?”

           Coach stuck his arm in between our faces, which were so close that our noses were almost touching. “That is enough!” He roared. “Tomorrow night’s practice, you both are staying after. You’re going to help me clean the gear. And… and… you both better be here Saturday morning. I think a little PT is in order. It’ll be a bonding experience. Might make you like each other.” At the dirty looks Dunbar and I exchanged, Coach back-tracked. “Or maybe it’ll just make you hate each other all the more. Well, my advice to you is- bottle it up and use it on the field. But not against each other for crying out loud!”

           Then we lost the game because Scott and Stiles were benched for some illegal hits- I had a sneaking suspicion that they did it on purpose- and towed Dunbar off to the locker rooms, leaving our team without its captain and some of its best players.

           So yeah, that was mainly the reason why my Friday sucked. I knew I was going to have to stay after. Kira was more understanding than my parents. They chewed me out. She only promised that we could reschedule the Iron Man marathon.

           “Seriously, it’s no big deal.” Kira assured me as I thanked her, slipping my Nikes on. “I just wish you and Liam could get along.”

           I hit my head on the bench when I jerked upwards so fast, quickly brushing off her concerned hands. “Me and Dunbar? Get along? I happen to be a big fan of our relationship. I hate him and he hates me. It’s perfect.”

           Kira pursed her lips as she shimmed into her shorts. “That’s nice, but… do you really hate him?”

           “Well…” I thought it over. Kira was my best friend; I told her everything. I figured this was no different. It wasn’t like she was going to go squealing to anyone. “I mean, yeah, he pisses me off a lot, but… sometimes he’s funny. And he’s definitely not ugly. But you didn’t hear that from me, got it?”

           Hesitantly, Kira nodded. “Okay, but… I mean, no offense, but I think it would make the team more of a team if you tried to focus on those things instead of how angry he makes you and maybe attempted to get along. Plus, it would be nice not having to stop him from ripping your throat out.”

           “Hey!” I settled my hands on my hips. “I am more than capable of ripping Dunbar’s throat out if the time comes.”

           “Please,” I jumped, spinning around to see Coach standing in the doorway with his eyes covered. “Just stop, Y/L/N. I don’t want to give up my Sunday for you, too. Just put some clothes on and get out on the field.”

           I pretended to think about it. “I don’t know, Coach, I kinda like this look.” I gestured to my shorts and sports-bra. “It makes me feel much freer.”

           “That only makes me worry. Thank you for making my gray hairs grow faster.” He said sarcastically, shifting his weight while still keeping his eyes covered. “Now get on the field!” Coach left then, shaking his head and muttering something about ‘teenage girls are weird.’

           Kira giggled. When I looked at her and asked, “What?” she only shook her head and tossed me my shirt. I slipped it over my head, and we jogged out.

           Everyone was waiting for us, it seemed. Scott came over with a smile on his face, Stiles and Liam trailing him like always. “Hey guys.” He greeted, nodding to me and pecking Kira’s cheek.

           “Hello.” Stiles said awkwardly, scratching his head under his helmet. I guessed he was playing goalie today.

           “Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence.” Liam muttered. I smirked and flipped my ponytail over my shoulder, retailing with, “You don’t have to thank me. Just know you’re welcome.” Liam was about to get his revenge when Coach blew sharply on his whistle and told us to take a few laps.

           Kira, Stiles, and I all jogged at the same pace while Liam and Scott ran up ahead. “So, Kira, did it work?” Stiles panted.

           “Did what work?” I asked.

           “Oh,” Stiles faltered. “Maybe it was a bad idea to ask with you right there.”

           “Maybe you should tell me what the hell you’re talking about, Stilinski.”

           “Alright!  Hey, no need to bust out the last names. We’re cool; we’re good here.”

           Kira rolled her eyes. “He’s talking about the talk we had in the locker room. About Liam. And maybe you and him working out your differences.”

           My mouth dropped open. “You put her up to that?” I almost screamed. I knew people were looking, but I didn’t care.

           Stiles gestured for me to quiet down. “No need to raise your voice, little one! We had the same talk with Liam in the guys’ locker room.”

           Bitterly, I asked, “Well? What? Same results?”

           Raising his eyebrows, he looked over at Kira. “Depends on what you said, Y/N.”

           Gasping, I smacked Kira’s arm. “Don’t you even think about selling me out!” I warned. She gave me a cool look before suggesting, “Well, then, maybe you should tell Stiles what you said. It’s you or me.”

           “I don’t want to tell Stiles!” I whined. “He’s just going to blab to Scott who will blab to Dunbar.”

           “Nonsense!” Stiles protested. “I am a trustworthy guy. I won’t tell Scott; I’ll tell Lydia. Who will probably tell Liam directly.”

           It was my turn to roll my eyes. “Whatever. I’m done with this conversation. Kira, if you know what’s good for you, you won’t tell him crap.” Then I took off at full speed, shooting past and weaving through groups of guys. Being the smallest person on the team had its advantage- I was the fastest. Another thing that pissed Dunbar off about me.

           Because I could, as I sprinted past Scott and Dunbar, I shouted, “On your left!”

           “Go to hell!”  Dunbar yelled. I just laughed, “See you there, babe!”

           This went on for the next three laps: I would pass Dunbar, say something to him that would piss him off, and then zip on right ahead of him. On the fifth and final lap, when I came up behind him, I made a very dumb, split-second decision. I smacked Dunbar right on the ass before sprinting as fast and hard as I could.

           “That’s it.” I heard him growl.  Scott warned, “No, Liam, don’t-” But I guessed he didn’t listen. I didn’t bother looking back; I was almost at the stopping point. My lungs and legs burned, and the back of neck was sticky with sweat.

           Something hit my back, and then I was rolling. People started yelling, but I couldn’t really make out what they were saying over the blood rushing through my ears.

           Dunbar glared down at me, and I fixed him with a fiery stare. “What the hell is your problem?” I screeched in his face, trying to worm my way out from underneath his body. His hands tightened around my wrists, pinning them to the ground beside me.

           “You’re my problem!” He barked. Breathing heavily, I brought my legs up to the point my feet touched my butt. Using my hips, I thrust upwards and to the side, dumping him off of me. The move obviously took him by surprise.

           I was just about to start wailing on him when someone picked me up around the waist and hauled me over his shoulder. I recognized those damn shoes. “Stiles!” I pounded on his back. “Put me down!”

           Stiles shook me slightly. “Um, no? Why would I do that? You guys are trying to kill each other! Again!

           “Stiles!” I thrashed against him, but nothing seemed to faze him. Suddenly tired, I let my arms hang limply, stretching towards the ground. Through Stiles’s legs, I could see Scott chewing Liam out. Kira came to his side, speaking quietly in Scott’s ear. I had a hard time hearing what they were saying because everyone was running over and yelling.

           Coach somehow overpowered them all. “Separate them! Stilinski, take Y/L/N over there! This has got to stop! McCall, you’re- taking Dunbar to the showers again. Fine. Whatever. Everyone, settle down! Take another lap to get all of that excitement out of your system.”

           Grunting, Stiles set me down. I watched Scott disappear into the school with Dunbar and Kira. I looked at Stiles, and then back at the doors. Stiles seemed to catch on. “No no no no no. Y/N, don’t you dare-”

           It was too late. I sprinted for the doors, ignoring Coach’s yells and Stiles’s promised shouts, “I’ll get her Coach! I’ve got her! You just go back to… coaching…”

           I knew that Stiles was sprinting after me- and that skinny bastard could move when he wanted to- so I pushed myself, throwing the door open and running as fast as I could for the boys’ locker room. As I pounded through the entry way, I could see shadows in the corner, and water running. Was the shower on?

           I skidded to a stop, peeking my head around the corner.

           Dunbar was puffing under a constant stream of water, back against the wall, eyes closed. Scott was squatting beside him; Kira was standing on his other side. “This has got to stop, dude.” Scott clapped him on the shoulder. “You’re putting her in danger.”

           “Don’t you think I know that?” His eyes flashed open, a furious golden tint to them. “But she’s just so… and I can’t… and it pisses me off!” Dunbar slammed his fist into the tile, completely shattering it. Bits and pieces shot up, scattering all around him. “It’s like I can’t control myself around her! I get so angry because I can’t…” His voice caught in his throat. He shook his head. “And then I do something stupid…”

           Kira stroked his hair, pushing it off his forehead. “We know, Liam. Calm down. We’re going to figure something out.”

           “You guys keep saying that.” He closed his eyes again. In that moment, I found him… very nice looking. His gray shirt was soaked, clinging to his toned chest. Droplets slid down his neck; his hair looked darker, messy. His full lips were pink and inviting.

           “Because it’s true!” Kira insisted.

           Scott sighed. “Did you talk to her?” His mocha eyes were wide and earnest.

           Tentatively, Kira nodded. “Yes… but she didn’t want me to tell you.” When Scott gave her a look, she threw her hands up. “Hey, she is my best friend!”  

           I didn’t realize that Stiles had caught up until he announced, “Yeah, your best friend that part-times as a peeping tom!”

           —

So I got caught. Dunbar was pissed, Kira was pissed, Scott was pissed, Stiles was pissed, Coach was pissed… everyone was ticked off.

           “I don’t know what the hell you were thinking,” Coach was beet red as he ranted in my face, “but that was the stupidest thing I had ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot, thanks to Greenberg.”

           Yawning, I watched the other players pick up their stuff and head to the locker rooms. “Coach, I’m pretty much immune to scolding. I’ve been bitched out three times today now. You might as well save your breath because I’m just tuning you out.”

           Coach sputtered.

           “Not trying to be disrespectful.” I tacked on at the end, hoping it wasn’t too late.

           “Well that was a nice save.” Coach waved his clipboard behind him. “Go ahead and meet Dunbar in the weight room. I left the equipment and cleaning supplies in there. I’ll be in my office. And if you two decide to fight, I won’t break it up. I’ll let you kill each other. I’m getting too old for this.” With that, Coach stalked back into the building.  

           —

The weight room was exactly what it sounded like- it was a square building with one room that was filled with weights. There wasn’t any air-conditioning, and it always smelled like butt.

           Dunbar was already seated on the side of a treadmill, furiously wiping the inside of a helmet. “Nice of you to show up.” He snickered.

           “Yeah, well, I was getting my ass chewed. Does that make you feel any better?”

           “Loads.” He threw the can of Clorox wipes at me. “I’ve already started on the helmets. You wanna do the pads?”

           “If you lace up the sticks.” I consented. With an eye roll, he nodded. We worked in silence for the longest time, cleaning and fixing the gear. It was a bit of a surprise to me. Why weren’t we bickering? How come he was so quiet? What was he thinking about?

           Coach poked his head in. “It’s too quiet.” Dunbar and I just looked at each other. “I don’t believe this. It’s too weird. A little bit of yelling never hurt anybody.”

           Once he had left, Dunbar turned to me. “How much did you hear earlier?” He looked at me with his intense blue eyes. “Back in the locker room, I mean.”

           I mulled over my options. I could either lie or tell the truth. I figured that the truth would piss him off the most, so that’s what I told him. “You were talking about how angry I make you. Scott said that you were putting me in danger, and then you said that you couldn’t do something, and that it made you lose control. It made you really angry.”

           Dunbar ran his hand over his face. “Why did you even come in there, Y/N?” He sounded tired. Not upset in the slightest. Damn.

           I shrugged. “I don’t know. I was mad after you tackled me, and wanted to see why you always escape to the locker room with Scott.”

           He let out a puff of air, laying back across the treadmill. His shirt lifted a tad to reveal his stomach. “Okay, well, don’t do it again, alright?” I didn’t say anything. Dunbar laid there for a little while longer. Then he sat up abruptly. “You done with yours?”

           Nodding, I set the last elbow pad down. “Just finished.”

           He held open one of the bags and I began to stuff equipment inside. Once we had finished with that, we stowed everything away in the storage closet, and went to tell Coach that we were done.

           “Oh, you’re still alive.” He looked us over briefly before returning to whatever he was working on. “Go change out of your clothes; you both smell. Be here tomorrow at seven thirty. You’re going to be trying out some of these military workouts I found on YouTube the other day. I suggest eating a light breakfast.”

           Dreading tomorrow, Dunbar and I went our separate ways. The janitor was mopping up the girls’ locker room when I walked inside. “Hi.” I greeted softly. She just nodded and stepped out.

           I had just slipped into my clothes- thankfully- when the door swung open. In the threshold was a red-cheeked Dunbar, gripping his change of clothes with a sour expression.

           “Um, what do you think you’re doing?” I asked. “This is the girls’ locker room.”

           “The boys’ locker room is closed. Coach just left and the janitor locked up.”

           “Really?” I crossed my arms. “How did you get your clothes then?”

           “I left them sitting out. The janitor was putting them in the lost and found when I caught up to her.”

           “Okay. Why can’t you change in the bathroom?”

           “Because they’re all locked.”

           “Just drive home in your gym clothes. It won’t kill you, I promise.”

           “No. I’m changing now.” Dunbar threw his clothes on the bench and yanked off his shirt. I quickly averted my gaze, focusing on tying my shoes.

           Alright, I couldn’t help it. I kept sneaking peeks at him, watching his arms flex as he moved, back rippling, veins standing out along his arms and hands. It was confusing. He made me so angry, but at the same time…

           “What are you looking at?” I snapped out of it instantly, blinking. Dunbar had his shirt and jeans on now. “Do you like me or something?” He teased, shifting his weight on his sock-covered feet.

           I blanched. “Oh no, sweetheart. Don’t flatter yourself. Besides, I think you like me.” I smirked, feeling quite accomplished.

           “No, I’m pretty sure that you like me.” Dunbar sneered. “Maybe that’s why you like to push my buttons so much.”

           “You definitely like me.” I stood up, edging my way towards him. “Did you like having me under you earlier?”

           Dunbar stepped up to the plate; we were almost chest to chest. “Not as much as you did. ‘Cause you like me. I drive you crazy. Your heart beats faster whenever I’m around, and you don’t even realize it.”

           I put a finger on his chest to accentuate my point. “You like me, and it pisses you off because you think that you can’t have me.”

           He shook his head. “I don’t think; I know.” He looked at the ground between us. “It wouldn’t be safe for you.”

           “What, because you’ve got an I.E.D.? That’s stupid.” I cocked my head to the side as my voice took on a much softer quality. “Liam…”

           His blue eyes met mine. “You’ve never called me that before.” He whispered.

           I wrinkled my nose. “What?”

           “You’ve never called me ‘Liam’ before. I’m always ‘Dunbar’.”

           “Oh,” I watched him chew on his lip. “I never noticed that.”

           “Yeah, well, I always do.”

           We didn’t say anything for what felt like the longest time. My heart was pounding in my ears at our close proximity. I could feel every breath he took, almost. It was hot- sweltering, even. I could feel my cheeks blazing.

           “Y/N?” Liam murmured. “Be honest with me for a second. What would you do if I kissed you right now?”

           “I would kiss you back.” I answered, blatantly honest. I didn’t have it in me to put up any pretenses; I was too captivated in the way his lips moved, wondering how they would feel and taste. “I’m not rude.”

           “Okay.” He breathed, hand coming up to cup my cheek. “So, I’m going to kiss you now.”

           “Because you like me.” His tongue darted out to wet his nervous lips.

           “Only because you like me.”

           “That doesn’t make any sense.” I said, breathless. Our lips brushed each other as he spoke. “It sounded a lot better in my head.”

           That’s when I lost it. My patience, that is. My fingers knotted in his hair, pitching him forward. The second our lips met I sucked in a deep breath, molding my body to his, holding him as close to me as I could. Liam’s hands left my face to grip my hips and then slid down to my ass, squeezing, indulging in the soft supple skin. I bit down on his lower lip, earning a hiss.

           “Too soon?” He panted as his hands retreated to their position on my hips.

           “Bingo.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, planting another kiss on his rosy lips.

           “Sorry.” He chuckled. “Just had to get you back for slapping my ass earlier.”

           I giggled. “Then I better have the opportunity to pin you down sometime.”

           “I am so okay with that.” Liam grinned, giving me a softer, more sensual kiss. I cupped his jaw, stretching on my tip toes, allowing his arms to wind around me, tugging me closer.

           “What the hell?” We both jerked away to see a wide-eyed, open-mouthed, red-faced Coach Finstock.

           Blushing, I shoved Liam’s chest. He didn’t even budge. “I thought you said that he was gone!”

           “I was!” Coach held up his coffee mug. “I forgot this. Now I’m wishing I had just left it.”

           “Nothing was happening-” Liam started to protest, but Coach cut him off. “Nothing was- Dunbar, you were making out in the locker room!” He ran his fingers through his thinning hair. “Is this why you two were so quiet earlier? Were you plotting? Maybe going for it on the mats?”

           Laughing, I shook my head. “Oh my God, no, Coach. We literally just found out that we like each other like five minutes ago.”

           Liam grinned. “So you do like me! You just admitted it!”

           “Oh my God, Dunbar, you’re so dense. Obviously I like you, otherwise I wouldn’t have just let you get away with groping my ass.”

           “I think I like it better when you call me Liam.” He said as Coach covered his ears, “I don’t want to hear any more! Go home and do whatever you like, just… not in my locker room, for God’s sake!”

Milah was probably never there even before she left with Killian. She didn’t want to be anywhere near him after he deserted. I like to think Rumple was the one who taught Bae how to walk and talk. Rumple laughing and smiling as Bae takes his first steps and happily congratulating him when his first words are “papa!” 

He may be the town coward, he may have a wife who hates him but when he’s with Bae that all fades away. Bae loves him. He loves this crippled, ugly, town coward no mater what. He smiles and babbles when he sees him and he waddles over to him when he comes home.

Rumplestiltskin has never loved someone so much. 

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“Are you ever coming back?”

“Still debatable.”

“Have you talked to Steve?”

“No”

“He misses you, Natasha.”

“Well, he could have given me a burner phone to say that upfront. But no he didn’t”

“So now you’re jealous of Tony too?”

-x-

Between Sharon and burner phones, Natasha was unsure which one made her even more frustrated. She wasn’t jealous - not anywhere near that… or so she thought. Post - Captain America: Civil War. Romanogers

Alice on the phone with Jasper in 1962.

This obviously is not an urgent phone call, but it got me thinking about all the times Alice calls the others to warn of one thing or another– they must have had way more accidents and near-misses back before cell phones, not only regarding someone “slipping”, but things as simple as the weather changing unexpectedly or running into a classmate from twenty years ago. Forget “the younger we start, the longer we can stay” because I don’t see how they ever managed to stay anywhere longer than three or four years even with Alice’s warnings– it’s not like she sees everything and even if she did she wouldn’t always be able to get through in time. All the “kids” may as well have started at 17 or 18 and made their lives a lot easier.

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Anon: ‘can you please write something where Calvin tries to hold your hand for the first time and it’s super awk and fluffy?’

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A/N: My first request :D This turned out to be a little shorter than what I had imagined it to be, but I hope this is somewhat what you asked for anon! 

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Not Good Enough (Kai)


I was scrolling through Tumblr, just like every other day. Kai, my boyfriend, was at an SMTown concert. There were loads of pictures and gifs posted and I was scrolling through them all, giggling at all the Kaisoo tags.

One gifset caught my attention as I scrolled back up to it. It was Kai hanging around with Krystal of F(x). I couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit jealous. He was fooling around and spraying water at anyone he saw but mostly on Krystal.

Then, Taeyeon came up and told the two to pose since she was taking photos of the concert. The jealousy doubled as they all took a selca. I mean come on, the two girls have amazing bodies.

They have nice legs, amazing hair, flat stomachs, everything. I can’t even compete with them if I tried. Kai could choose any of them, why does he want me? I’m not anywhere near their perfection.

Shutting off the laptop, I rolled onto my back and thinking everything through. Why does Kai want me in the first place? They’re beautiful and I’m…not.

Iheard the front door open and close, followed by that was my name being called. I got up and came downstairs. He engulfed me into a hug before walking to the kitchen.

“I made spaghetti.” I informed him. He muttered a small ‘Thank you’ and went to eat.

That week, Jongin and I have been talking less. He’s becoming distant after the SMTown concert.

The following Monday was gloomy since it was raining. I was waiting for my show to come back when the news came on.

“This photo of EXO’s Kai with F(x)’s Krystal was taken yesterday at the mall. Sources reveal that the two are supposedly dating according to evidence. SM has yet to confirm this but it is very likely that the two are together. What will happen between Kai and (Y/N)?” and with that, 4 pictures showed up on the screen.

One of them was the two of them holding hands, another one the two was laughing with each other, the third one was Kai having his arm around her and the last one was them two…kissing.

The last picture was the one to set me off. Tears sprung to my eyes as I stared at the screen. My heart slowly broke. The door opened and I abruptly stood up to stare at him. He was confused for a moment before he looked at the TV behind me. His eyes widened at the picture of him and Krystal kissing.

“It’s not what it looks like.” he started. I started to get angry.

“Really? Because it looks like you two are dating. Is there something you want to tell me?” I crossed my arms, waiting for him to explain himself.

“Yes. The company made me do it. It’s for a publicity stunt.” he explained. I rolled my eyes.

“Publicity? As I remember, EXO is known worldwide. What more publicity do you need? You guys have over 4 million fans. That’s half the world population!” I argued.

“I know but they said it would help F(x).” he added.

“And it had to be you who was going to kiss her? They know you have a me!” I fought.

“Why are you making it such a big deal? It’s not like I wanted to be with her.” he asks.

“Because I don’t have a nice, skinny body like she does, I don’t have nice, long legs like she does, I’m not as tall as her and I don’t have a gorgeous…everything, like she does. Why wouldn’t you want to be with her?” I asked, a tear falling down my face. He came up to me and grabbed my face with both hands before wiping my tears with his thumbs.

“Never compare yourself with the girls that I work with. I love you because of your chubby cheeks that I love squishing all the time. I love you because of your tummy that I wrap my arms around all the time. I love your height because I get to wrap my whole body around you like a shield so you’re safe. I love you because of your personality. Looks don’t matter to me if the personality if awful. I wouldn’t want to be with her because she’s not you.“ he confessed, his cheeks turning pink. I giggled through my sobs and hugged him.

"Really?”

“Yes. And believe me when I say that what you saw on TV was a publicity stunt. I’d never, in a million years, want to hurt you.” he hugged me back.

“Then why were you so cold to me last week? We barely talked.” I asked

“Manager hyung told me about the Krystal stunt. I got angry and we sort of has an argument. I was stressing out about it. I didn’t mean to make you feel sad, I’m sorry.” he apologized.

“And for the record, your kisses are far more better than hers.” he smiled cheekily.

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“So what happened with that chick from the club, Luke?” Michael asked, “You really dropped the ball on that one huh.”

“Yea mate, you literally had that in the bag what the fuck happened?” Calum added.

Luke leaned fowards grabbing another slice of pizza. He groaned loudly, “I hate going out when y/n is here, she’s a cock block it’s so annoying.”

“What are you talking about dude?” Ash asked, “She wasn’t even anywhere near you.”

Luke fumbled with his words for a moment, “I know, but having her around stresses me the fuck out, you guys saw her dancing on the bar she always needs everyone’s attention its fucking ridiculous.”

“Dude, cut her a break she was just having some fun, why are you bugging out?” Michael raised his eyebrows, all three boys were confused by Luke’s sudden demeanor.

“Because the same shit happens every time, we go out to the bar, she has a few drinks, starts acting slutty and then finds some scum bag dude who will pay attention to her for a few hours. It’s fucking painful to watch.”

“Yo man thats pretty harsh, you know y/n isn’t a slut, why would you say that she’s like your best friend and what does she have to do with you not going home with that girl?” Ashton questioned him.

“Because she’s here visiting me, so when we go out I have to babysit her, she’s always making shitty decisions with her life and I have to pick up the pieces, I’m just trying to keep her under control until she goes home, which can’t happen soon enough.”

The boys all stared at Luke with wide eyes, “Yo man, you have issues.” Michael told him finally, “You shouldn’t talk about her like that.” he defended.

“Yea mate,” Calum added, “If you didn’t want her to come you shouldn’t have invited her.”

“Did you see the guy she was hooking up with? He was the exact same as every guy she’s ever dated, you think she would have figured out to stay away from douche bags like that by now.” He ignored what the other guys were saying, “She goes after fucking guys like that, gets dumped, and you know who she comes crying to? Fucking me.”

__

She tossed her phone onto the table in Luke’s hotel room. She was in complete disbelief. How could he talk about her like that. How could he be such a fucking asshole? He was supposed to be her friend.

At first she was hurt, but now she was just fucking pissed. Atleast, Mikey, Cal, and Ash tried to defend her. Sure, she probably wasn’t supposed to hear that conversation, and yea maybe she should have hung up the phone when she realized it was a butt dial, but fuck, it was too late for that.

The guys were stopping for pizza on the way home from the club, she thought maybe he was calling to see if she wanted him to bring her back a slice. Her feet hurt so bad from her heals she knew she wouldn’t last long enough to stop for a late night drunk meal, so she went straight back to the hotel.

The more she thought about it, the more she became enraged. Her ‘babysitter’ what a fucking joke. Did Luke not remember all the times she had to take care of him growing up? All the times people were shitting on him for following his dreams, she was there to stand up for him. He would just ignore the all cruel things kids were saying about him, even to his face, he would just take it but she couldn’t ignore it because thats what friends do they look out for eachother, not fucking babysit, being friends isnt a fucking chore.

What kind of best friend sits aroud a table and talks shit. Luke was literally sitting there bashing her. Who the fuck had he turned into, because the guy she knew would never do that to her.

She didn’t even want to see him, since she was such a fucking burden, what was the point of her even being there? She stood up from the chair she was lounging on and changed out of her sweat pants and tshirt back into the black dress she had worn out that night.

She picked up her phone and pressed the recent calls button, skipping over Luke’s number to the newest addition to her contact list, Blake. She pressed dial and sat down to strap back on the most painful pair of heals she had ever worn, but also the cutest she’d ever seen.

“I knew you’d call.” she heard on the other end of the line. She had no intention of calling him actually, but luke pushed her over the edge.

“Haha,” she let out a fake giggle, “You were right, I’m thinking maybe I’ll take you up on that offer.”

“Aight baby, I’ll text you my address, see you soon.” the line went dead and she stuffed her phone into her bag and headed for the door.

Just as she was about to pull it the door it flung open. Luke was standing in front of her with a confused look on his face. He raised an eyebrow, “Hey, I brought you back some garlic knotz, I know they’re your favorite,” she tried to hold back how mad she was as he looked her up and down, “Where are you going?” he asked suspiciously.

“Ohh, just to see a friend.” she told him.

“It’s almost three in the morning, what friend? and what about those shoes, I thought you could hardly even walk before..”

She looked down at her feet, “I got a second wind, they feel fine now,” she heard her phone buzz and grabbed the side of her bag, “Shit I gotta go, I’ll see you later or tommorrow or something, don’t wait up.”

He grabbed her hand before she could get past him and out the door. “You’re going to meet up with that dick from the club aren’t you?” he asked in a harsh tone.

She smirked at him, pulling her hand out of his, “maybe, what the fuck do you care?” she spat, flipping her hair an exiting the room before he could get another word in.

—-

“Ashton,” she whispered into the phone, “I need you to come get me, please,” she swollowed hard trying not to get choked up, “please, please don’t say anything to Luke.”

There was a pound on the bathroom door, “Come on out of there baby, no need to hide” she heard the voice yell from the other side.

“Are you okay?!” Ash asked frantically, “Where the hell are you?”

“I’m okay, I think,” she whispered hesitantly, “this guy is just kinda drunk, and he go really angry that I don’t want to sleep with him so now I’m kind of scared..” she hesitated before continuing, “..so I’m hiding in the bathroom.”

“Don’t move, I’m coming right now, stay in the bathroom keep the door locked.” he insisted, sounding panicked, “text me the address,”

“Okay, Ash, just please, I’m begging you not to tell Luke.”

She hung up the phone and texted Ashton the address as Blake continued to pound on the door. “Come on, you don’t need to be scared of me, I’m not going to hurt you.” he slurred.

“I don’t feel good,” she lied, “I’ll be out soon I swear.” She was doing her best not to cry, she felt like such an idoit for getting herself into this situation, not to mention the only thing standing between her and this drunk animal was a wooden door.

Not more then fifteen minutes later she could hear the pounding on the front door of the apartment. “Who the fuck are you?” she heard Blake yell, before a sudden comotion that sounded like fighting.

She heard footsteps followed by a familiar voice outside the door. “Y/N are you in there?” her heart dropped, “It’s me,” he called out.

Relief washed over her, she was so overwhelmed she forgot for the moment how mad she was at him. Quickly she opened the door, practically jumping into his arms.

“I’m so sorry,” she cried, “I want to go home, please just take me home.”

Luke tightened his arms around her as tears continued to stream down her face, she burried her face in his neck. “Come on,” he told her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “Lets get out of here.”

They walked out into the kitchen where Ashton had a very drunk Blake restrained. “You, stay here” Ashton commanded before releasing him and following out the door.

The taxi ride back to the hotel was silent, her tears had dried up by now and she sat staring out the window, remembering what led her there in the first place.

They got out of the elevator on their floor and headed towards there rooms. Ashton stopped to give her a hug before going into his, “I’m glad you’re okay y/n,” he forced a smile, “That could have gone a lot worse.”

She nodded her head then continued down the hall, with Luke not far behind. He hadn’t said a word to her, she knew what this meant, he was waiting, working on the perfect thing to say to her. She hated this about him, he never just said how he felt, everything was carefully calculated.

They stopped at the door as he swiped the key, before entering the room. Immediatly she went to sit on the couch to get those awful shoes off.

“Why did you call Ashton?” he finally spoke, “I was sitting right across from him when you called, Why didn’t you want me to know? Why the fuck would you call him and not me?” his tone was strong, angry almost.

She glarred up at him, “I didn’t want to annoy you, Luke, you’ve been babysitting all night, I didn’t want to be anymore of a burden,” she snapped.

His face fell, “Woah, what are you talking about?”

“FUCK YOU LUKE, you know exactly what I’m talking about, you don’t even want me here, remember? I need everyone’s attention, sound familiar?” She walked around the room begining to collect some of her things, “She has a few drink and starts acting slutty, thats what you said about me, I fucking heard everything asshole.”

He began following her around the room, “No wait, thats not what I meant, how did you even hear that? You don’t get it, I didn’t mean any of that.” he said pleadingly, he was frantic.

“What is there not to get, Luke? You can’t wait for me to leave, message fucking recieved, I’m leaving, no more picking up the pieces.”

“STOP PLEASE, I’m fucking sorry, will you just listen to me, y/n please.”

“No Luke, I don’t want to talk to you, EVER AGAIN, this friendship is over!” She continued searching the room for her stuff that was scattered everywhere.

He followed her to the bathroom where she began to pack up her make-up and jewlery, “Fine y/n, you don’t have to listen to me but I’m going to talk anyways, you’re wrong if you think I’m just going to let you leave.”

She eyed him, “Why not? I stress you out, I make shitty decisions, I’m just the fucking worse,” she said sarcastically, “Why do you want me to stay? you made it PRETTY FUCKING CLEAR YOU WANT ME GONE just a few hours ago.. I’m doing us both a favor here.”

“I thought you weren’t talking to me anymore?” he smirked.

“GOD I FUCKING HATE YOU,” she screamed before completely losing it, she didn’t even know why she was crying, but once she started she couldn’t stop.

He moved fowards to her, attempting to wrap his arms around her, but she wouldn’t let him, instead she hit her fists against his chest resisting him, “Get away from me I hate you!” she yelled through her tears.

She breathed heavily now sobbing, “How could you say those things about me?” she whimpered, arms falling to her sides weakly, “you’re supposed to be my best friend,” she looked up into his eyes, a devistated expression on his face, “you hurt me more then any of the idiots I’ve ever called you crying over.. you saying those things about me broke my fucking heart Luke.”

“No,” he exhaled, “I don’t want to hurt you, I’m the guy thats supposed to protect you, y/n, I didn’t mean any of those things, I’m so fucking sorry” he choked out, “I said those things because I was drunk, and frustrated and I know it’s not an excuse but I really didn’t mean any of it I was just pissed.”

She walked past him out of the bathroom, knowing he would follow. “Why were you so mad at me Luke, what did I do to you that would make you say any of that?”

“When are you going to realize y/n? I didn’t get with that girl tonight because you’re here, I can’t stand watching you hook up with scum bags like that piece of shit tonight, I’m tired of watching you go in circles, dating these fuckers who don’t treat you right, I don’t think your fucking slutty or attention seeking, you know that y/n, I was just in a bad mood, I was being an asshole”

She turned slowly to face him, “Then what are you saying Luke?.. I don’t get you” she breathed, shaking her head.

He took a step towards her, “I’m saying I’m right here,” his chest was rising and falling quickly, he seemed nervous, she looked up into his eyes, “I’m right fucking here, y/n, I’ve been waiting years for you to realize that I love you, and that I would never hurt you, or use you,” he looked down to his feet, “I’ve loved you since we were in grade school, I hate being stuck in the friendzone, watching helplessly as you get your heart broken again and again.” He refused to look at her.

She finally understood in that moment what she had been missing all along, that maybe all of her relationships went to shit because she already had what she was looking for.

He was always the one to pick up the pieces, everytime something went wrong he was on the other end of the phone telling her how great she was and that she deserved someone who was good to her.

She realized she was so devistated and irrational when she heard him talking about her because she loved him, because he was the one she trusted to never treat her badly. That was it, she loved him too.    

“Luke,” she said, voice low, “look at me, please.” He looked anywhere but at her. She took a step closer to him, reaching up to place a hand gently on his neck, it forced him to look at her. “I get it now, Luke,” she whispered, “I think I love you too, I think maybe I belong with you.”

He looked at her in shock, they were words he probably never though he would hear from her. He was speechless, just starng down into her eyes. She knew if it took him this long to tell her how he felt he wasn’t going to make the move, so she did it for him, moving her body against his, reaching u her other arm to wrap around his neck. He lifted his hands, placing them on her waist then pressing his forhead against hers, “Are we really doing this?” he breathed,

She nodded her head slightly before standing up onto her tippy toes, she connected her lips with his. She felt butterflies in her stomach, and couldn’t help but smile into his lips, this was where she belonged.

.:Masterlist:. 

Soo yea it get corny at the end but whatever.. i like it and hope y'all do too… also i haven’t reread it so there may be a lot of errors … anyways I’ve gotten a lot of requests for part 2s of stuff and other stuff that i am going to try and start working on v soon so keep checking back .. thanks so much for reading as always!!!! feel free to drop anything into my ASK BOX i really love so much hearing from you .. tell me anything what you ate for breakfast .. your dogs name.. whats pissing you off.. I reply to everything and requests are always open!!! 

Neymar Imagine || Jealous Carolina

Disclaimer - I have nothing against Carolina, nor do I think she’d ever do anything of this sort. This was just a request. 

Neymar got back from a game a few minutes ago and hopped in the shower straight away, because I refused to let him come anywhere near me in the state he was in. He protested. I ran. He chased me. I won. Once I heard the bathroom door close, I made my way downstairs and threw myself on the couch in our living room, while dialing the number to a pizza delivery restaurant. I have been working all day and the last thing I am in the mood for is cooking, so this will have to do.

My boyfriend has never been known to take quick showers. He’s always the last one to be ready when we go out and definitely the last one out of the locker room after games, so I know I’m in for a long wait. I grab my phone again and start going through all my social media and checking all my texts and notifications. Although Neymar and I have never really tried to keep our relationship a secret and we’re always seen together, I’m still not a public person. His fans, who are generally stalking masters, tend to leave me alone most of the time, because there’s not much to find out about me in the first place. Sure, some of them follow me on Twitter and Instagram and leave all kinds of comments, but it’s never gotten to a point where it bothered me.

The moment I open my Instagram app, countless notifications pop up on my screen. Weird. For some reason, I keep getting tagged over and over again in a bunch of Carolina’s pictures. I’ve met her exactly once and I’m absolutely positive there are no pictures of us together, so this doesn’t make a lot of sense to me. I click on one of the tags and a picture of her and Neymar, dating sometime before Christ by the looks of it, appears on my screen. She’s wearing a light blue floor length dress and has her blonde hair styled into an elegant bun, while he’s holding her hand, wearing a matching tux. He looks like such a dork, who probably got dragged to a wedding or some other even of the sort.

“Throwback to the best date night w/ @neymarjr. #tbt #missthis #someday”

A loud snort escapes my lips as I read her caption, because she knows, just as well as me and the rest of the world, that they never dated. I don’t mean to downplay her role in Neymar’s life, because she is the mother of his child and that’s not nothing, but they were never actually together. They weren’t a couple. There is nothing for her to miss.

“What are you up to?” Neymar asks, plopping himself on the couch next to me and frightening me for a brief second, because I didn’t notice him walking into the room. “Is that me?” He takes the phone out my hands and laughs at his younger ridiculous looking self.

“Yes.” I nod, still smiling to myself. “You and Carolina on a date, apparently.” I manage to say it with a straight face, but the utterly confused look on my boyfriend’s face makes me chuckle again.

“In what alternate universe?” He scrolls down and reads the caption. “What’s her deal? This was at a friend’s wedding, not a date. We weren’t even supposed to go together.”

“I figured. Maybe she didn’t mean it like that. She probably just wrote that because you were each other’s date at the wedding.” Neymar raises an eyebrow at me, as if I’m making no sense, which I’m most likely not. “I don’t know.” I shrug and take the phone away from him, so I can check my other notifications. I tap on another tag and a picture of them together at the same wedding appears on the screen. This time they’re dancing.

“What is meant to be will always find a way.” Is what the caption reads and the fact that she has written all these cheesy things in English, as opposed to Portuguese as usual, is not lost on me. Like she did it specifically so I would understand.

“Someone’s jealous.” Neymar says, nudging me with his shoulder as I’m staring at the picture for a little longer than normal.

“Obviously.” I roll my eyes at the screen, before turning to face him. “But it’s not me.”

“It better not be. That,” He points to the picture, “Was forever ago. It didn’t mean anything then and it definitely doesn’t mean anything now.”

“I know.”

“Do you?” I nod and pick up my phone again, because I can’t help myself. I feel this strange need to see the last and final picture of Carolina’s that people have been tagging me in. Neymar takes the phone away from me before I get a chance to do anything. “Do you?” He presses.

“Yes.” I nod and give him a reassuring smile. “I’m fine. Really. I’m just curious about what else she’s been posting.” He seems to consider his options for a few seconds, but I think he realizes there’s no winning this argument with me, so he just opens the next picture himself. This one is of Neymar and a way younger Davi, probably not even two years old at the time, resting their heads of Carolina’s lap. She has her arms wrapped around the both of them, with a grin on her face.

Perfect little family.” I read the caption out loud.

“Jesus.” Neymar rolls his eyes and grabs my phone again, so he can see the picture better. “Did she decide to go through her old pictures and post them all online today?”

“No, just the ones you’re in, apparently.”

At first, I didn’t really think much of the pictures. I just found it strange that she felt the need to broadcast her jealousy for the world to see and that she would stoop to the lever of purposely trying to get to me, when I obviously wouldn’t let her. But seeing the picture of their perfect little family was starting to take its toll on me, as I couldn’t help but think about how postcard happy they looked together. It shouldn’t even be surprising, though. Of course they’d look happy together, as a family, because that’s what they are. She is the mother of his child. I have nothing on that.

“I knew this wasn’t a good idea.” Neymar snaps me out of my thoughts, throwing my phone on the opposite side of the couch.

“I’m just starting to realize that it wasn’t.” I’m on the verge of bursting into tears, when he frowns at me for a brief second and places both his hands on my shoulder, looking straight into my cloudy eyes.

“I was talking about looking at these pictures.” Tears start streaming down my face and his expression softens. “None of it is real, Y/N. Those pictures, the captions, everything – it’s just her trying to get to you. I don’t know if she honestly believes any of it, but I’m telling you what she and I had was never like that.”

“She is Davi’s mother.” Is the only argument I manage to get out in between sobs.

“And I will always love and respect her as that, but that’s the only true thing about those pictures.” I stare at him questioningly. “We never went on dates or had whatever grand romance she’s trying to make it seem like. We were friends. We had a one night stand and now we’re still friends, who happen to have a son together.”

“Who happen to have a son?’ I force a chuckle. “You sound like you’re talking about a sack of potatoes, not a child.”

“You don’t get it, do you?” I shake my head, wiping the tears off my cheeks with the back of my hand. “She doesn’t matter. None of that matters.” He gestures towards my phone. “I do love her as the mother of my son, but I’m not in love with her. I’m in love with you. You’re the only thing that does matter to me right now. I thought you already knew that.”

“I did.” I rub my eyes for a second, trying to get rid of all the tears that have been threatening to spill this entire time. “I do.”

“She can be jealous all she wants, but I promise that you have nothing to be jealous about.” Neymar tucks a piece of hair behind my ears and caresses my check, as I lean into his hand. “I love you.”

“I know.” I smile, finally letting go of my irrational thoughts. “I love you, too.”