anyway this actually took like 4 hours oh my god i am done

Someone asked me how I would describe love…
Simply put I believe when you know you just know.
When you wake up and that person is your first thought before “holy shit I have to pee.”
Or you remember to actually text them when you’re drunk and on your way home.
Or it’s when you struggle with one eye closed just to send them coherent drunk texts cause they’re all that’s on your mind.
It’s when you want to defend them in every fight
Even if it’s a fight against a 200 pound bouncer who will probably throw you down the stairs if you try.
It’s 4 am mornings spent talking about her grandparents and what she did on New Years last year.
And you never remind her that you’re an hour ahead of her and the sun is already up and you have work in 2 hours.
It’s bowling a 30 with her and not even being embarrassed and laughing and kissing the whole while.
Love is wanting to see her In your clothes.
And letting her steal your clothes,
Even though clothes are your favorite thing.
Love is letting yourself cry in front of her
Even if it’s just while watching the fault in our stars.
Or every episode of Greys Anatomy.
Love is the way your stomach flipped the first time you laid in bed with her.
and the way you laid on her lap trying not to touch her too much.
while also wanting to touch her all over because she was so beautiful even in baggy sweatpants and a tshirt.
Love is the way that first night is engrained in your mind so vividly.
From how cold her apartment was and the way you sat exactly three feet from her in the living room so that her roommate would think your intentions were pure.
To the way your heart hammered so loudly each time she touched your face that you swear your insides were black and blue.
It’s her catching you staring at her every time you’re out together because God damn it if you aren’t the luckiest motherfucker alive to have that girl on your arm.
Love is something as small as a two hour subway ride to pick her up from the airport.
So she doesn’t have to navigate alone.
And seeing her around the corner and knowing it’s her just by the perpetually chipped dark nail polish on her fingernails.
It’s the way she clings to you in her sleep.
as if you’re filled with helium and could float away at any moment.
Love is “please don’t pee with me on the phone.”
“Oh my god you’re peeing with me on the phone.”
Now we pee together on the phone.
It’s knowing she likes her coffee black
But her knowing you like yours to be half milk.
Love is like that build up in a song that brings chills you can’t explain,
And it’s that smell that only she has on her breath.
Nothing can quite describe it but it cuts through alcohol and food and smoke and it just… Is.
It’s letting the pups sleep between the two of you
Even though You want her pressed firmly against you all night.
It’s knowing she hates Mexican food but she took you to get enchiladas on your first date anyway.
Love is a series of small things and it comes with knowing that not every love story starts out beautifully.
No sometimes it starts with a drunken kiss or asking her out on a napkin at a bar
(It seemed romantic at the time).
But you know fields of flowers can bloom from the ashes of forest fires.
And the world started with a bang
At least that’s what some people say.
She’s my world, so why shouldn’t we have begun with a crash?
Like the ones that halt traffic for miles,
The ones you can’t tear your eyes away from.
I’ve always been a disaster anyway but she never shielded her eyes from me.
It was seeing her look at me without flinching that made me certain.
Love is saying you’ll never ever do long distance again.
and finding yourself on flights home to see her face because miles can’t measure up to how much you miss her.
Home is where the heart is after all
And love is knowing there’s an inevitability when you fall.
Love is knowing that you’ll probably end up broken into a trillion pieces when it’s all said and done,
But as long as her fingertips craft each and every shard then it’ll still be a masterpiece.
—  The Big Bang by c.r.
Catsitting | Kyungsoo

Pairing: Kyungsoo x reader
Genre: fluff, slight-but-not-really angst, Hybrid!AU
Words: 6.6k+

You somehow find yourself ‘catsitting’ for your best friend while he’s on a week-long trip. The only problem? His ‘cat’ hates you.

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Muse - “You’re Going Places”

what is UP you guys WOW
thank you SO SO much for the support i can’t tell you how unreal it is to receive praise from you guys i love u with all of my heart and soul
i’m hoping i don’t disappoint u
ANYWHO here is the next part to the muse series 

i live 4 the slow burn and i do not apologize for it but feel free to roast me

summary: wow! u got his name! what a name for such a cutie! let’s hope he calls…
word count: 4506 I AM SO SORRY
warnings: swearing is a given because i am too expressive, also i gotta warn you there is #texting and nothing is fucking harder to format than TEXTING IN A FIC so good luck pals i love u i’ll see you on the other side

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Right in Front of Your Eyes - Part 2

Originally posted by thealextheshipper

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, all the feelings
Summary: After your parents were murdered mysteriously, you move in with your godfather Tony Stark, along the way your normal life will be turned upside down, due to a Mr Parker and being hit by a bus. It will all make sense eventually.
A/N: Basically, you are Jessica Drew but with your name and a slight twist. BTW you’re British, you’re welcome 😉
Word Count: 1800+

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I hate hospitals. Well, not the idea of saving people’s lives, but mainly the smells and people. The smell of antiseptic, death and misery is not something you can get used to, not being able to move from the waist down sucks, even more, I cried two days straight after I found out. Thanks to that bus I’m now paralysed from the waist down, but according to the doctors, Tony made it just in time with the news that he may have a solution. By that I mean, secretly he’s been trying to replicate Peter’s Spider-Man abilities to form some type of serum, yes, I know Spider Man’s identity, I sort of put two and two together, makes me feel slightly giddy that Peter’s girlfriend only thinks he’s working with Tony for a grant, and that I know more about Peter than she ever has done; what a shock that will be. Peter has been at the hospital with me from the start, I don’t know why, he says that we should ‘bond’ and now that I can’t walk, he knows I won’t run away. It’s funny really, he apologised straight after saying that, but I was in hysterics. Anyway, back to the serum; Tony asked me if it was okay to inject me with it, I said yes straight away before he could even tell me side effects, or even what would happen. I mean what else can I lose? (I really shouldn’t jinx myself, I mean I’m a disabled orphan for Christ’s sake). So, plans were made, which brings us to now. Looking at the clock I have 10 minutes until my life is going to change – again – For better or for worst.

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Smooth - Johnny [3]

A/N: Sorry for the delay guys! I’ve been having some writer’s block and I’ve been busy with school but here it is, part 3! Hopefully part 4 won’t take as long… Lots about Johnny’s background in this chapter hope ya like it :)

-Admin Kay

Pt 1   Pt 2   Pt 3   Pt 4   Pt 5   Pt 6

Part 3 - Johnny

Genre: Informational, Subtle Fluff

Rating PG

(slight language)

Word Count: 2,590

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You didn’t have to buy me that.

A/N: I posted a list of plots a few days ago and you guys exploded my ask box, I didnt think I would get this much requests. Thanks for that! I really appreciate it. So here’s the first one. I combined some plots which seems to be fitting because otherwise I wouldn’t be done writing for the next month. 
So this is a request combination of “Oh my god, I was joking, you didn’t have to buy me that.” & “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

In which Y/N comes home from a stressful day at work and Harry spoils her the intire evening and even got her a ‘little’ something.

Warning: none

The sound of the front door closing wakes me up from my daydream. She’s finally home. Y/N had a lot of work to do today whilst I had nothing, for once. But I do feel bad for her. She always works hard and now that I’m one day off she still has to go to work, getting all stressed out.

So, I thought I’d spoil her for the evening. I bought her her favourite snack; chocolate covered strawberries. And I got us a nice bottle of red wine. I filled the bathtub with hot water just a few minutes before I knew she’d get home. I placed some candle’s around the tub, making it all romantic. You know, like in the movies. I’ve seen quite a few of these, so I bed she’d appreciate it.

She walks into the living room, where I’m sat on the couch. I walk up to her and greet her with a hug and a kiss on her forehead ‘I’ve been thinking about you all day.’ I tell her. She drops her bag and wraps her arms around me. ‘I’m so glad I’m finally home. I missed you so much.’

I raise her up, bridal style, and walk her to the couch. Sitting down with her on my lap. She cuddles up to me and rests her head on my shoulder, nuzzling into my neck. I pull her close and kiss her on her hair. ‘I got you something.’ I tell her and grab the box with strawberries from the table. She opens the box. ‘Oh gosh, I’ve been craving these the entire day! Thank you, Haz.’ She exclaims and hugs me even tighter.  

‘You can’t have them yet, I have another surprise for you.’ I say, put the strawberries back onto the table and carry her to the bathroom. I can tell by her face that she’s a little bit overwhelmed, she definitely loves it. ‘Oh wow, is this all for me?’ she asks and I nod in response. ‘Let me help you.’ I say and unbutton her blouse.

I carefully push the fabric off of her shoulders and hang it over the radiator. In the main while, she already got out of her pants handing them over to me so I can put them with her blouse. I unclasp her bra, adding it to the rest of her clothes and she does the same for her panties.

She gets into the tub, embracing the warm water with her feet. She lays down and mouths yet another thank you in my direction. ‘I’ll get you your pyjamas.’ I say as I get out of the bathroom to grab her some pjs.

I come back with her pjs and the box of strawberries. I sit down next to the tub. ‘Would you like to have your berries now? Otherwise I’m gonna put them back because they will melt in this steamy room.’ I tell her and she smiles. ‘I’d like some actually.’ She says and I open the box to feed her the first strawberry.

We have some little chitchats about everything and what not. And I feed her some more strawberries before I leave the bathroom to give her some time alone to relax. I take the left-over strawberries with me and put them in the refrigerator to prevent the chocolate from melting.

After, what feels like, half an hour she re-enters the room in her pyjamas. I grabbed the cute pink ones she has with little piglets all over it. She gets herself seated next to me crawling up against me.

‘Thank you so much for that, I really needed it.’ She says and kisses me tender on my lips. I go with my hand through her still slightly damp hair and caress her cheek with my thumb.

‘I got you something else by the way.’ I tell her, there’s really no good way to bring the conversation to a point where I can randomly drop that I got her actually something big. So, I decided to just drop it.

She looks at me confused. ‘What are you talking about, Harry?’ She asks and I take a small bag from behind the cushion to give it to her. She opens to bag and takes out the little box in there, looking at me with wide eyes. ‘Harry…’ she stumbles. ‘Just open the box, love.’ I say soft and so she does. Revealing the ring I picked out for her. It’s not really something that big. But it does have a diamond on it. It’s a silver ring, with 4 small diamonds on it. I got my fingerprint engraved on the inside of the ring.

‘It’s a promise ring,’ I start. ‘I want you to know that I’m always gonna be here for you. Whenever you need me and whenever you want me. I am spoiling you, and will be spoiling you a lot more because I think you deserve to get a little extra credit for what you do. You always cope up with my shit, and I’m thankful for that. And I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I hope you do too. I’ve been wanting to give you something like this for a while now, I got your little hints but I couldn’t find the perfect ring. But I finally got one. It took a while to get it done though, because I wanted to get my fingerprint engraved into it. Those little sentences or dates are so cliché. Anyways, I’m starting to ramble. I love you, Y/N. And to do something a little bit cliché, I promise you to be with you forever and always.’

She kept looking at me during my little speech and I saw tears swelling up in her eyes, happy tears. ‘Oh my god, I was joking, you didn’t have to buy me that.’ She whispers, clearly speechless. ‘Shh ssh, I really wanted to give you this. You mean everything to me, Y/N.’ I press a kiss onto her lips. ‘See if it fits.’

She takes out the ring and puts it on her left ring finger. It fits like a glove. I knew it would fit perfectly because I brought her old ring with me when I bought it. Just to be sure I’d get the right size. She thanks me ones more before we agree on cuddles and movies for the rest of the night.

curls and tufts, or: a season by season comparison of the eppes brothers’ hair

is this a thing that needed to be done? not… not as far as i know. REGARDLESS.

season one

charlie: messy, a bit haphazard. the perfect little ringlet falling over his forehead. soft-looking, glossy, but with the potential to be slightly crunchy. a good start! 8/10
don: kitten hair! shorter on the sides and in back, sticking up in front. looks like the kind of hair you could run your fingers through while you kiss him. 8/10

season two

charlie: unreal? an actual god, come to life? long, soft, luxurious, the kind of volume you can’t even imagine in your wildest dreams. those soft little curls at the front, brushing at his eyebrows, accentuating his perfect fucking face. infuriating. possibly illegal. 12/10
don: more fuzzy than fluffy this time around. like you could take your palm and rock it back and forth on his head and it would feel like brush bristles. (am… i alone in that? okay, that’s fine.) he’s clearly frustrated with charlie’s hair as well. i don’t blame you. 6/10

season three

charlie: a renaissance painter, gazing upon his latest work with dismay. the curls are tamer than season one and shorter than season two. but they look nice and soft, and the way they’re pushed back shows off his face, always a good thing. still, i’m missing the volume. 7/10
don: don no! bad don! he goes through a Lot of Stuff in season three so i can’t blame him for taking it out on his hair, but like. you did this before all the Stuff. maybe the Stuff happened because you cut your hair so short, don. don’t do it again. also your sideburns are too long. (actually looking at this again it doesn’t look nearly that bad, it’s just he looks so good with fluffy hair.) 4/10

season four

charlie: don’t look so distressed, chuck, your hair’s got more volume and more defined curls than last season, plus you’ve got that sweet little ringlet going on again. you need to know this would be a mullet if it weren’t curly, though. you’re lucky. 8/10
don: whew. it’s not the kitten hair of season one, but it’s not last season’s abomination either, so i can’t judge too harshly. a good mid-length. not much to say. 7/10

season five

charlie: the first few episodes were like season four, and then episode ten rolls around and that happens?? it’s commented on but never explained. in later episodes he styles it better than whatever wet dog, over-gelled high school mess is happening here, and by the end of the season he’s got a respectable head of curls again, but my god, charlie. never again. 1/10 but also 6/10 so… 3.5/10 for the whole season?
don: clearly don is taking up the slack when charlie’s hair falls off the wagon. in addition to a longer length all the way around, not just on top, you’ve got those soft tufts beginning to kick out from behind his ears. i have a whole analysis about how don’s hair reflects his journey as a character but i won’t go into it now. suffice to say i love this. good job don. 8/10

season six

charlie: at this point, charlie’s seen things. he’s done things. he’s tired. it’s not that he doesn’t care about his hair anymore, it’s just that it’s not as important as it used to be. the curls aren’t as defined, the style is more slicked back. not so many ringlets anymore. it’s still beautiful, it’s just. he’s got other things on his mind. 6/10
don: oh my god. those curls. that softness. that’s hair you could twist your fingers in, hair you could comb behind his ears, smooth off his forehead, bury your face in at the end of a long night. those are the curls of a man who is comfortable with himself, or at least on his way there. those are curls that say ‘i don’t need to differentiate myself from my brother so harshly any longer.’ a+ self-actualization hair. 12/10


Thanks to the anon who requested this, sorry for the wait! I hoe you will enjoy, I’m posting a longer one tonight! xx

Y/N knew she shouldn’t be here but she still was because she had no where to go, nothing else to do. It was incredibly late and they were probably asleep but what was she supposed to do? She couldn’t sleep on the floor, her body was weak, she was starving and exhausted for the 2 hours drive from Brighton to London. But it was 3:43 in the morning, would they even hear her knocking? She knew it was a lost cause but she had to try. She needed them. She needed him. She took in a shaky breath, fighting the tears pooling in her eyes before knocking on the door softly. Her bag was on the floor and she waited for about 5 minutes but there was still no sign of them. She knocked a bit louder, feeling bad for probably waking the whole floor up but no one in their flat seemed to be up.

She turned her to the wall and let herself slide down to the floor, her tears finally scrolling down. She couldn’t control her sobs. She jumped slightly as she heard some shuffling from the other side of the door and she flinched. Someone was up. She looked up as the door opened and her eyes felt on him. His eyes were half closed, his hair as messy as ever and the bags under his eyes were probably falling to the ground. And he stared down at her, blinking slightly to adjust to the light. It didn’t took long for him to register who it was and he hurried down to her. “Y/N? What’s going on?” Jack asked, concern quickly growing in his chest as he noticed how sad her eyes full of tears were and the bag at her feet. He helped her up and she immediately wrapped her arms around her twin brother, letting all of her emotions out. Jack was confused and worried but he stood there, holding her as tight as he could. Once she was done, she pulled away and met his eyes. “Let’s sit down and tell me what happened, okay?” Jack proposed and Y/N nodded, bending down to take her bag before walking further into the apartment. She stepped into the living room where Conor and Josh were gathered, arms crossed, waiting. She immediately went up to her older brother, Conor and hugged him before moving to hug her their roommate Josh. “What are you doing here?” Conor asked as he sat down on the couch. Jack walked up to them and sat next to her. “Um, I kind of..” She started, thinking about a way to explain what had happened. “Kind of what?” Josh wondered as they all watched her intensely, waiting for the explanation. “I don’t have any place to live anymore.” She blurred out, staring down to her lap. “What? How about James? Where is he anyway?” Jack rambled, anger growing in his veins. “He, um, kicked me out. We’re done.” Y/N admitted, the tears forming back in her eyes and Jack flinched. He was incredibly protective with his twin sister and he had warned him. But he fucked up and he would truly make him pay for that. “What do you mean?” Conor said, his voice growing in volume, the anger running through his veins as well. “That’s not it, and you have to promise me to stay calm?” She suggested, watching her brothers and they both exchanged a look. “Depends on what you’re about to say.” Jack said firmly and Y/N sighed. “Guys, please. I really need your support right now.” She said, her voice breaking as she thought about what she was about to say. Jack’s expression softened and he reached out for her hand as he noticed the tears falling back. “Okay, we will.” Her twin stated as he watched Conor who nodded at her. “He’s been abusing me. James has been abusing me.” Y/N managed to get out and all of the boys froze.

Jack got up, his hands on his head, trying to take in what she had just admitted. “For how long?” The ginger one spoke softly as he leaned in closer to her. “About 2 months. And tonight he kicked me out.” She said, her voice barely audible. “Oh my god, are you okay?” Conor walked up to her, checking down her body and face for any sign of pain. “M'fine. I just want to forget about it.” She spoke, shrugging her brother off. “What do you mean forget about it? I’m going to tear his head off, the bloody bastard!” Jack snapped, not caring about the fact that it was now 4 am and that people actually sleep at night. “You promised to stay calm!” Y/N snapped back at her brother.

They went on and on for a few minutes, snapping at each other because Jack was pissed and Y/N wanted to calm him down which she managed to do a bit later on. Josh and Conor were now back to bed and Y/N and Jack were in his room.

“I’ll go on the couch.” Jack said, smiling softly at his exhausted sister and he was about to turn off the light but her voice stopped him. “Jack?” She whispered, looking up to him. “Yeah?” He replied, his eyes falling back on her. And she didn’t have to say anything, he could read her like an open book. He felt his heart break as she started to cry again but a lot less than before. He lay down in the bed, opening his arms for her to hug him and she did, her head pressed against his chest. He was rubbing circles on her back to sooth her down. “I’m sorry.” She whispered and Jack frowned at the words. “What for?” He asked, confused. “For showing up at your door so late. For not telling you. For trusting him.” She explained, letting her eyes fall close. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Don’t apologize.” Jack admitted, kissing the top of her head. He cared about her so much. “Thank you for being my life support.” Y/N said softly and Jack felt his heart shrink because it meant so much to him. These kind of moments where their bond would grow stronger as they would both grow up together. She simply meant so much to him. “Always.” He whispered back and they both quickly feel asleep.

Who needs a stupid boy in their lives when they have family? Nothings can betray family, after all.

Fallout 4 Sentence Meme.

I’ve been crazy obsessed with this game, and got bored enough to make a sentence meme out of it. There is SO much dialogue in this game that I’m sure I missed HUNDREDS of really good quotes. But yeah, this is a pretty long one, so most of it is hiding underneath the cut. Most quotes are from companions bc they are the best. I’ll probably end up making a part 2 to this if I decide to gather up more quotes. 

  • “War never changes.”
  • “I can’t wait for the world to end!”
  • “I’ll find who did this. And I’ll get [ name ] back. I promise." 
  • "I’m calling it right here. This world can officially bite my ass.”
  • “I woke up, and the world still sucks. Today’s been great.”
  • “It was just me and a thousand guinea pigs. They turned… carnivorous." 
  • "Here’s your story: ‘local man/woman says "no”.  
  • “Oh, I woke up here. Just me, my underwear, and regret.”
  • “[ name ]! It’s me, your old pal, Shamus / Marie McFuckYourself!”
  • “Next time I have to watch someone’s life story, I want popcorn.”
  • “God damn it, you mercenary mother fucker, Where. Is. My. Son/Daughter?!" 
  • “In a hundred years, when I die, I hope I go to hell just so I can kill you all over again.”
  • "Ready to fuck some shit up?”
  • “As long as it doesn’t involve petroleum jelly and rubber gloves, I’m ready.”
  • “Uh, I’m here to pick up an order. Two large pepperonis and a calzone. Name is 'Fuck You’.”
  • “Look dumb ass, that’s not how baseball was played.”
  • “Drink. Some. Water.”
  • “You think I inject myself with all that shit and drink myself drunk because I’m a "tough gal/guy?”“
  • "Heh. I dunno. Seemed quite the performance from where I was standin’.”
  • “Rather be off murdering a pint, but this’ll do.”
  • “We’d move faster if you’d keep your eyes on the road and off my arse.”
  • “Only thing better'n gettin’ pissed is pickin’ a fight. Am I right?”
  • “Aww, and here I thought you wanted to snuggle. ”
  • “How can something this beautiful exist in such a fucked up world?”

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Can you do number 34 with swazz?

#34 “It was never actually real was it?”
I’ve come across many different guys since I’ve become old enough to date. Older guys, younger guys, ones of different races and ethnicities, from different backgrounds, with different outlooks on life. And I don’t think I’ve ever been more in love than I am right now.

John made me happier than I’d felt in a long time. I remember when we first met. My friends had dragged me to a concert they wanted to go to, and I ended up getting high out of my mind until I somehow wandered backstage, where Swazz spent the night with me, just making sure I was okay. We were total opposites. He loved the fast life, I stuck to routine. He regularly smoked, while I’d only been high once. But somehow we worked.

It hadn’t been that long, but we both knew how we felt for each other. Some called us crazy for being in love after only 4 months but when things work well, it doesn’t take much time.

I slipped on a cute matching skirt and crop top that was both mine and his favorite. Doing my hair and makeup didn’t take long, I knew John didn’t care what it looked like.

I set up the table and put everything I’d made on top of the stove. As it grew slightly darker, I lit the candles and smoothed out my dress. He said they’d be done at the studio by 9, he should be here any moment. I was tempted to bite my nails, but stopped myself. There was no reason to be nervous, it was just a little dinner date. But something in my gut just didn’t feel right.

I took a seat on the couch in the living room, deciding to get comfortable. They probably just got a little caught up, I know how much they all love what they do.

Another 30 minutes passed by and I decided to turn on the tv, might as well catch up on some shows while I waited.

2 episodes later, I got up. I put the food into containers and blew out the candles before they melted completely. I got back on the couch and turned on another episode, we’d just take the food back out when he got home.

When I got to the mid-season finale, I gave up. He wasn’t coming home tonight. At least, not in time for us to have a nice dinner together. I laid down completely on the couch and turned on another episode, even though I was sleepy.

*Hours later*
My eyes open into slits as I hear the lock jiggle. I sit up and try to look at least awake as he comes in the door.

“Hey, baby,” I say, my voice slightly husky. “I made dinner but, uhm-“

“I don’t wanna hear your bullshit right now, Y/N,” he says, his voice riled up.

“What?” I say, confused as to why he’s angry. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play the idiot, Y/N, it’s not a good look on you.”

“Excuse me?”

“God! What did I ever see in you?”

“What? John,-“ Okay, now I was thoroughly lost. Just this morning when he left he was saying how much he loved me and how he couldn’t wait to get back home.

“Don’t start with me!” His eyes turn from harsh to a more hurt, vulnerable look. “How could you?” They’re bloodshot, and he smells like tequila. That’s why he’s late. They must’ve gone out after the studio. I’ve seen him high and I’ve seen him drunk, but never at the same time. And never this much.

“What did I do?”

“You know what you did! Don’t you feel bad? Do you even have a conscience?”

“I don’t know what I did! Please tell me,” I say, eyes watering.

“With Dillon? Of all people? You couldn’t have found someone I don’t know? You know, they told me not to get attached to you. They told me you were toxic. But I trusted you, Y/N! And what a fucking waste of time that was.”

“You think I slept with Dillon?”

“I KNOW you slept with Dillon!” He yelled, making me want to back up a little. “ I wish I’d known earlier how much of a fucking waste you were.”

“You don’t trust me,” I said, my voice much lower than his.

“Why should I?! You fucked one of my best friends!”

“I didn’t fuck anyone but you, John!”

“That’s a goddamn lie and you know it.”

“It was never actually real was it? Not for you, anyways.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Us! Damn it, John! I love you! And I haven’t touched, not even been attracted to anyone since the moment I met you. I fell in love with you. And I thought you fell in love with me too. That’s what you told me. You told me you could see us being together for the rest of our lives. You said that nothing mattered, as long as you had me. So if anyone’s telling a goddamn lie it’s you! You’ve been telling me one this entire time.”

“I loved you, Y/N. With everything I had. I was willing to give you the world, and you went behind my back and got with my friend. So don’t think I didn’t tell you the truth.”

“I KNOW you didn’t tell me the truth,” I said, mocking him. “Because if I remember correctly you said that you trusted in me, and that you had faith in me completely. And if that was true then we wouldn’t be having this conversation because I never even touched Dillion!”

“Oh really?”

“Yes! He’s attempted to flirt with me before but I turned him down immediately. And another thing. If you really did feel as strongly for me as you said, you wouldn’t have been able to stop loving me so quickly.”

I grab a jacket off of our little coat rack, remembering the excitement I felt going shopping for our place together. I’m not even sure if it’s mine, but I throw it on an grab my phone and purse, charging out of the door.

I’m sure the Uber driver thought I was nuts when I called him, in tears to pick me up. The entire ride to my friend’s house I cried, and gave the driver a little extra on his tip because I used a good chunk of his tissue box.

When I arrived my friend welcomed me with open arms and held me while I told her the story. She set me up on her couch after I stopped crying so hard and left me to be on my own. It took hours for me to even get close to sleep, I kept replaying what happened in my head.

And the worst part? Even after I felt the hurt of his words over and over again, I still loved him.

Part 2


A/N: Thanks for reading, hope you liked it. I’m glad someone requested this one, I really like it. Should I do a part 2? I already have someone requesting a part 2 from one of my JG imagines so I’ll do that first. I’ll only do pt. 2 if it gets requested though. Personally I’m not a big fan of unhappy endings, but I’ll just make a happy ending in my head if you guys don’t want it. In other news my inbox is down to single digits so yay! And I hit 500 followers the other day so TYSM for that! Idk maybe I’ll do one of those tumblr tag things if you want me to.


Lucky Part 30

Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10,
Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29

Wow…..30. Can not believe this guys. I am so honored and blessed to have awesome fans like you guys. I think about you all the time, I’m determined to get my writing done everyday because I don’t want to let you down. I love you all so much!

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anonymous asked:

Any chance for an extension on the super sweet run down you did for holster and his sisters about his huge bi crush on ransom? Like about what happens when they do get together and there's so much teasing! Or just like how rans and holster actually get the to getting together point !! Or maybe what about ransoms family? Like what if there was a mass birkholtz and oluransi family thing for graduation and all the siblings bind and concoct a master plan ?!? 😊😊


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4/4 Manhunt

Requested: Yep!

Author: Brittany


  • If you don’t know what manhunt is, it’s basically a big game of hide and seek where one team hides and the other team hunts. You can look up the instructions for more details if ya want!
  • Also don’t just scroll past this because you don’t find it interesting. These prefs are very cute and I worked really hard on them. 
  • And I feel like Michael’s is so on point sorry

4/4 Manhunt


“Y/N, come in, Y/N,” A voice coming from your walkie talkie blared, “Are you there? Answer me.”

You picked it up and hissed into the speaker, “Shut up, Michael! What do you want?”

The guitarist scoffed, “Wow. Rude.” You rolled your eyes. “I wanted to know where you are. Calum and I turned the left field upside down looking for those three.”

“No luck?” You asked, keeping your voice at a hushed tone.

“Well,” Michael said with a giggle, “We found Niall… I’m still not entirely sure who invited him, but it’s cool.”

You laughed and quickly covered your mouth. You whispered, “I’m down the hill, around the tool shed and the corn fields. I’ll look for Ash and Luke. They’re going down.” You turned off your walkie-talkie and tiptoed through the grass. Small twigs crunched beneath your feet and you cringed with each snap. Every couple of months, you and the guys would organize a small game of manhunt. You were on a team with Michael and Calum, you being the team captain. With Niall found, all you had to do was eliminate Ash and Luke. You planned on finding Ashton first because you knew he would be more difficult. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, was a nervous lanky giraffe who wouldn’t be able to win on his own.

You decided it was time to explore the cornfield.  You gently pushed away the stalks of corn and made your way through. In the distance, you saw and oddly shaped corn stalk. It was kind of spikey and was moving around a bit. It suddenly disappeared below the tips and you smiled. That was no corn stalk. You walked in that direction as quietly as possible.

You saw the silhouette of a tall person and got ready to pounce. You were facing his back so you jumped on him, covering his mouth with your hand. “You’ve been caught, Hemmings,” You spat as he fell to the ground. Luke flipped over onto his back as you were crouched over him.

“Nice to see you too, Y/N,” Luke grinned and you leaned down to kiss him. He ran his hands up and down your back and pressed into your lips harder.

Just then, you were interrupted. “Yuck!” A chipper, disgusted voice shrieked, “This is not in the rules of manhunt!”

“Oh yeah,” Luke cleared his throat awkwardly and sat up, “Ash was hiding with me.”

Ashton grinned, “Does this mean I win?”

“No!” You got out your walkie-talkie, “Michael, Calum, cornfields. We’ve got 20-year-old on the loose.” Ashton ran away immediately and you got back to Luke. “So where were we?”


A whistle echoed through the summer air. All the kids ran towards the noise. “Well guys,” Camp Counselor, Chase, rounded up all the 8-year-olds, “It’s the last day of camp, and you know what that means…”

“Manhunt!” Everyone yelled excitedly.

“That’s right,” He continued, “You all know your teams so let’s start in 3… 2… 1… GO!”

Everyone ran their separate ways. You were quite skilled in the arts and took a different route. While everyone else ran to their hiding spots immediately, you ran to the art studio, grabbed a couple of paints, and walked down one of the many trails at your camp. You set yourself up in a bush and started painting your own face.

Just then there was a tap on your shoulder and you jumped with a loud gasp. You turned and saw it was one of the boys on your team. He jumped as well when he saw your paint covered face. “Sorry!” He whispered, “I didn’t mean to scare you.” You didn’t say anything. The boy smiled at you with wide eyes, “Hey, what you did to your face is pretty cool! Can you do that to me too?”

“What’s your name again?” You asked, quietly.

“Calum,” He extended his hand, “And you’re Y/N, right?” You nodded and picked up your paints. You gently moved the brush across his face and painted green lines here and there. “Does it look good?” Calum asked, touching his face.

You swatted his hand away. “Yes!” You hissed, “Don’t touch!” He retracted his hand immediately and looked a little scared. “Sorry,” You said with a smile, “I just worked hard on it and you look really cute.” You realized what you had said and covered your mouth. “I mean,” You stuttered, “What I painted looks really cute.”

“You think I’m cute?”

“No way.”

Calum smiled and looked down. “Oh,” He whispered, “That’s ok. I think you’re cute, though.”


“No way.”

You laughed and made a little pouty face. “Well, ok then,” You sat and crossed your arms. You could hear someone scream in the distance. “How far along do you think we are?” You asked, changing the subject.

“I don’t know,” The boy shrugged, “I think that maybe we’re about an hour in. People are obviously getting caught. We might not make it much longer.”

Hours passed and you still weren’t found. Eventually, you heard Chase’s famous whistle and you knew the game was done.  “Congratulations Calum and Y/N!” Chase cheered as the kids showed up, “You’re the winners!” Everyone clapped and he gave you both medals.

As everyone was leaving, you heard someone calling your name. “Y/N! Y/N!” You turned around to see Calum. He panted as he caught up to you.

“What’s up, Calum?” You asked.

“I had a lot of fun today,” He said, blushing, “Do you think we could set up a play date or something?”

You looked up at your mom who smiled and gave you a nod. “I’d like that,” You grinned.

“Good,” The boy’s eyes lit up, “Because I actually do think you’re cute.”


“Y/N!” Michael whispered eagerly through the phone, “I need you to come to the venue early. As in now! I really need your help.”

You panicked, “Is everything ok?”

“Just get here as soon as possible,” He hissed, “I’ll let you in when you arrive.” With a click of a button, he hung up.

“Dammit, Michael!” You sneered to yourself and took a cab to where they were playing that night. You pulled up to the venue and stood by the front door. Everything was eerily quiet. You picked up your phone and called Michael again. His ringtone came from the trashcan by the side of the door and you were naturally confused.

“Fuck, I forgot to turn the ringer off,” Michael’s voice came from inside, “Y/N, is that you out there?”

You walked over to the garbage suspiciously and peered in. Sure enough, there was your stupid boyfriend, Michael. “What the hell are you doing?” You groaned, running your hands through your hair, “Fucking typical.”

“Get in,” He ordered, “I’ll explain everything.”

You somehow managed to squeeze in with him. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” You muttered, though it wasn’t the stupidest thing you’d done for him, “So, what’s going on.”

Michael kissed your cheek, “Thanks for coming, babe.” Then a fury exploded in his eyes. “We’re playing manhunt,” He voice lowered, “It was us against the guys from All Time Low. We thought it was all fun and games, but ATL is vicious, Y/N. They’re vicious!” You stroked his arm to try and calm him down. Michael took a deep breath, “The teams have to be even so there were four of us and four of them. Luke got scared and faked an injury so he ditched us. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that. God, I hate that string bean. Anyway, we needed a fourth player so I called you. You should be honored.”

“Oh, I am,” You said sarcastically. He slapped your arm and you giggled. You looked around. “Why are we in a trashcan though?” You asked with desperation in your tone, “There is a venue full of places we could’ve hid and you chose a trashcan.”

Your boyfriend shrugged, “My hair doesn’t blend in with much, I figured this was my best bet.” You laughed and leaned in to kiss him.

“Damn right your hair doesn’t blend in with much!” A voice shocked you both and you looked up to see Alex and Rian of All Time Low. “How romantic?” Alex sneered.

“We got you now, Clifford,” Rian grinned maliciously, “And you’re pretty lady too!”


You were sitting on a train together, ready for a day away. You stroked Ash’s arm lovingly and looked up at him, batting your eyelashes. “Oh no,” He furrowed his eyebrows, “Either you want something or you broke something of mine.”

“Neither, silly!” You chuckled and playfully slapped his chest.

“Spill it,” He muttered.

You sighed, “Alright, so I kind of lied to you.” His eyes widened. “We’re not going to that museum today,” You mumbled, biting your lip, “We’re going to my parents’ house.” Ashton opened his mouth to speak, but you covered it instantly. “They’re having a huge family barbeque and invited us,” You explained, “I didn’t tell you because I knew you would never come with me. Please just be a good sport. Think of the time you dragged me to one of your family parties and your pregnant cousin went into labor during dinner!”

“Touché,” Ashton shrugged and let out a deep breath, “Ok, I won’t fight. Just for you my little asshole.” You smiled and he kissed your head.

When you got to your parents, you saw just about every family member you’ve ever known and lots of children running around. “Oh, good!” Your mom chirped, “As the only two people older than 13 and younger than 25, you can play manhunt with the kids. They need to have one adult-ish person on each team and none of us wanna do it.” There was no fighting you mom on it, so you and Ashton split up into different teams.

Ash’s team was hunting so you grabbed two of the youngest players on your team and hid around the large estate. Your little cousins, Jared and Max, found a great hiding spot in the tree house and the three of you hibernated up there.

“So is Ashton your boyfriend?” Max, the six-year-old, asked you.

“Yes he is,” You nodded and gave him a small peck on the head. They were both sitting in your lap and you were overwhelmed with the adorableness.

Jared poked your cheek and asked, “Are you gonna get married?”

You felt your face light up with embarrassment and anxiety. “You know what?” You whispered, “Maybe we should stay quiet so his team doesn’t hear us.” Great change of subject: silence.

Soon enough, you heard footsteps. Standing in the door of the tree house was Ashton holding a big menacing branch to look intimidating. He had two of your little girl cousins, one on either side of him, both wearing bandanas. “You’re going down!” He bellowed.

“We’ll protect you, Y/N!” Jared and Max said in unison, throwing themselves on top of you.

Ash came over and picked them both up. “Sorry, little men,” He deepened his voice, “This girl is mine.” He swooped you up and gave you a deep kiss. A chorus of “ew’s,” and “yuck’s,” coming from your little cousins followed shortly after.

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Houston Con yo!

I wrote a MARATHON post up about DallasCon in Septemeber when I attended that, but this one won’t be as detailed, probably, since I only went to Houston for like.. a day and a half. But even so, and even though I only went to Houston for a day and a half, this is still pretty long! I have NO idea how I find ways to be this long winded every time, but here we are.

I had some fun stories to share so, if you’re interested check out my SPN CON EXPERIENCE 2.0 under the cut! :D

Caution: mild ridiculous fangirling below. 

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Malum-5sos I just want it to stop (one shot)

no Y/N

This includes self harm, suicide attempts do not read if easily triggered.

Any twitter names other then the boys I do not own and do not no if that are real!
Just malum right now, if you like it request lashton!

’@lydiahemmo: @calum5sos why don’t you just kill yourself already?’

’@irwinsbaby: @calum5sos no one would even notice you where gone, so us all a favour’

’@cliffordskitten: @calum5sos your such a waist of air I could be breathing.’

The hate didn’t really get to Calum this bad but he had been having a pretty shitty week, people must have decided it was send ridiculous amounts of hate to Calum this week because it was constant.

Every morning he was wake up to multiple people telling him different way to commit suicide and it hurt.

What did he ever do to them? He was just living his life with his best-friends.

That’s when Calum decided to do it, he placed the metal blade to his left wrist adding no pressure at first contemplating what he was doing.

‘Whats happened to you Hood?’ He mumbled to himself as his chocked on sob.

That’s when he did it, he bit his lip so hard it broke skin and started to bleed just to suppress the pain from his wrist as he pulls the blade along stopping once it’s about An inch and a half long and ¾ of the blade deep, it wasn’t a big blade it was just one from one of those normal shavers but he sat whilst silent tears flowed an his watched his own blood slowly trickle down his forearm.

Before he knew it there were another 3 cuts just as long and just as deep but it didn’t hurt like the first one.

It made his heart race when watched all this crimson liquid drip of his elbow onto the white tiled floor staining them with memories he wouldn’t want to remember.

“Calum where are you?” Luke came banging on his bed room door and he started to panic placing the blade on the toilet lid in his bedroom bathroom running cold water on his arm but it was to later the door had swung open to reveal a happy Luke.

“Hey Cal, iv been looking everywhere for yo-” Luke’s eyebrows furrow as he looks to the floor seeing the blood drops then to the blade on the toilet lid, finally landing on Calum’s wrist.

His vision is blurred at hot tears spring to his eyes and fall freely down his face.

“No, no, no,no Calum what have you done, please I can’t do this omg no why?” Luke rushes to get a first aid kit from the Cabinet pulling out a white bandage roll pressing a towel down on his wrist adding to much pressure making Calum weep.

'Luke I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone was in’ Calum spoke up now in full tears.

'Why Calum why did you do it?’

'I was getting so numb I just needed to feel something, I needed to feel normal lukey’ his eyes drifted to his wrist as a still sobbing Luke wrapped his wrist in the bandage his pulled out previously.

'But Cal, I need you, you can’t do this to me!'luke pulled the older boy in for a hug that meant so much to both of them.

'I know , I’m sorry’ Calum rubbed Luke’s back as he carried to clutch onto his best friend like he’d never see him again.


'God Michael your so fat, get of me’ Calum laughed trying to trow Michael of his back, comments like this have been said to Michael a lot recently.
He knew he ate a lot but constantly being on stage some how kept him fit and healthy, he never thought his was fat, but a couple of weeks passed and he wasn’t so sure.

So he stopped, he just stopped eating, hardly drank either he was lucky if he could keep down 2 glasses of water a day but it kept him going.

His clothes were dropping of him but he couldn’t go shopping for more, everytime he looked in the mirror he saw this huge boy, he only got bigger with ever look his took.

So he used small boy belts to keep his jeans up and be small boys I mean 9 year old boy belts and depending where they were from they were to big, non of the boys even noticed because he still wore the same clothes he always wore and still took huge amounts of food in his room every couple of hours, but he never age it his put in a draw under his bed and if it was a cooked meal, he would wait till ever one went bed and put it in the fridge or bin so no one would know.

Clearly his non eating wasn’t helping because of Calum’s words it hurt when they said things like that now.

'I know sorry’ Michael replied after some time jumping to his feet and sitting on the other couch.

Calum gave him a confused look but just got a small smile from Michael.

'You know I was joking right?’ He said going over to Michael giving him a hug. That’s when he noticed it.
He felt Michael’s spine and each individual rib stick out.

He pulled back and noticed how pale Michael had gotten, Michael was natural pale but this was more gray then his natural white colour.
He noticed his cheek bones were sticking out and his actual cheeks where hollow, his collarbones stuck out prominently and you could see his the front of his rib cage because his jumper was way to big it sagged so he could look down it.

'Oh my god’ Calum got up ad started pacing the floor it now had drawn the attention of Luke and Ashton from the kitchen as the walked in.

'Calum what’s wrong?’ Ashton asks worry evident on his face.

'Look at Michael, tell me what’s different’ he said his voice shaking and slightly raised.

So Ashton and Luke turn to a crying Michael, he didn’t speak because he knew Calum had figured it out, he had noticed how much weight he had gained.

'Tell me what THE FUCK IS DIFFERENT ABOUT HIM!’ The boys jump at the screaming of a distraught Calum.

'I don’t understand’ they said

'GO AND WRAP YOUR ARMS AOUND HIM,THEN TELL ME’ they looked hesitant but did it anyway pulling the fragile friend into there embrace one after another and like it did with Calum it clicked.

'Oh my god’ Luke repeated the words that spilled from Calum’s lips moments prior.

'Mikey why are you so skinny?'luke asked quietly his voice hardly above a whisper.

'Im not skinny Luke don’t lie! I’m fat! You guys tell me all the time how fat I am don’t tell me differently now!’ He went to leave but before he could reach his door he collapsed onto the ground as Ashton rang an ambulance they crowded round his, not understanding how it got to this as tears hit the ground from everyone one of them. Guilt consumed them, and they didn’t know if they would have the chance to fix it, fix him.

Chrianna Short: Diamonds Are Forever

A/N: Somebody asked me about writing a short about the night of the Diamonds Ball so here goes….

Chris stood back from the canvases sitting on the easels in front of him. He didn’t do half-bad, he mused to himself as he sprayed a clear layer of a paint-like substance over his art. It helped to seal the colors and protect the picture as the drying process occurred. Taking two quick photos, he sent them to a well-used number in his phone before cleaning up his art supplies. He had just started washing his hands when his phone rang. Drying his hands on a towel, he grabbed the phone and slid over the answer bar for the FaceTime call. The caller smiled as she let go an excited scream, “Babe, they look so beautiful. I can’t believe you were able to do them in such a short amount of time.”
“I’m glad you like them.”
“I love them. I think they’re easily gonna go for 15 grand or more at the silent auction. This means a lot for you to do this for me.”
“You’re welcome. I hope I captured the theme well enough.”
“You captured it perfectly. Are you still gonna come to the event or are you busy?”
“So…I was thinking about your invitation.”
Rihanna sighed, “you’re not coming.”
“No. Baby Girl, I’m sorry.”
“you just made me sad.”
“Baby Girl, I didn’t mean to. It’s just- I’m not sure it’s a good idea for me to come.”
“Why not?”
“With everything going on, I don’t wanna take away from the purpose of the event.”
“I guess.”
“You know how much I would love to be there but I don’t wanna ruin it, you know.”
“Yea, I was really hoping you’d be there. You know how much Gran Gran loved you and all the help you gave me with the logo and everything, I just- I don’t know.”
“I mean I can come to the house before and be there after but this is your night and I don’t wanna take away from that.”
“I understand.”
“I’m really proud of you though.”
“Thank you.”
Chris sighed, “Baby Girl, please don’t look so sad. You’re making me feel bad.”
“You should feel bad. I’m wearing your favorite color and everything and you just gonna ditch me,” Rihanna replied with a pout.
“I’m not trying to ditch you, I’m just trying to protect. You know where I’m coming from with this, don’t be like that.”
“Ugh…whatever. Well if you gonna come before, you gonna help me into my outfit?
“Oh Lord, Robyn what are you wearing?”
Rihanna giggled as she rubbed her nose, “It’s appropriate Christopher, just a little difficult to get into.”
“Uh huh.”
“Seriously, it’s very sexy but classy.”
“I know. I’m just playing with you. What you doing now?”
“Just final touches and making sure things will run smoothly. I can’t believe the ball is in a few days.”
“you excited?”
“Yea but still a little nervous. I’ve never done this before.”
“Robyn, you have nothing to worry about it. I’m sure everything will be perfect.”
“God willing. Did you just finish painting or you were doing something else?”
“Just finished putting the protectant over them so the paint doesn’t smudge. I had to wait for them to dry completely before doing that.”
“Oh ok. Do you need to get frames or anything? I’m not too clear on how this works.”
“No, whoever buys them gets their own frames if they choose. Just make sure there’s an easel to display the paintings.”
“Ok, I got that. Just wanted to make sure you didn’t need anything else.”
“I’m good, Baby Girl. All you gotta do is relax and things will be fine.”
“Don’t say that just to placate me. You alright?”
“Babe, I’m fine I promise.”
“Ok. Because I know you, no matter how much you front for the public, Robyn.”
“You gonna stop whatever-ing me, Ms. Fenty.”
“Why should I? You ain’t gonna nothing about it.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes really.”
“You lucky you at your house.”
“Boy please.”
“Alright. Don’t say nothing when I’m standing on your porch in five minutes.”
“Nigga, you haven’t even left your house. It take at least an hour to get here from your house.”
“how you know I haven’t left?”
“I helped decorate. I know what the inside of your house looks like.”
“Uh huh. Whatever.”
“I’m starting to think you’re doing this on purpose.”
“Pick a fight with me.”
Rihanna chuckled, “I’m not picking a fight, I’m stating facts.”
“uh huh. You just want a reason to talk to me longer, I know.”
“Uh no.”
“Don’t bullshit me.”
“I’m not. You ain’t that important.”
Chris grinned and with a mocking voice began playfully singing, “You know you love me. You wanna kiss me. You wanna marry me…”
“I’ma need you to stop watching Ms. Congeniality. Sandra Bullock got you tripping.”
“You just mad it’s true.”
“Whatever, Christopher.”
“It’s cool if you wanna flex on me, I love you anyway.”
“You don’t really have a choice.”
“Yes, really. You know like I know, Mr. Brown.”
Chris chuckled as Robyn scrunched up her face, “your last name is just so old.”
“You might as well get used to it, it’s gonna be yours in the near future.”
“You mean it might be.”
“No, I mean it will be.”
Chris shook his head, “what am I gonna do with you?”
“You’ll figure something out,” Rihanna replied with a smirk.

Chris checked to make sure he had everything before locking his front door and climbing in to his Range Rover. Since they were playing this low-key, no flashy, bright colored Lamborghinis for his transportation. It took less than an hour for him to arrive at Rihanna’s house in the next city. Foregoing his plan to knock, he used his spare key and opened the door to a chaotic scene. The foyer and living room areas were filled with Alstroms, Fentys, and Braithwaites all here for the first annual Diamonds Ball for Rihanna’s foundation dedicated to her grandparents.

As soon as he stepped inside, Melissa immediately noticed him and waved before gesturing towards the staircase, indicating Rihanna was upstairs. Nodding his thanks and greeting, Chris bounded up the stairs, two at a time before walking to Rihanna’s bedroom. Since her family had come in town, she had opted to stay at her place instead over at Chris’s like she normally did whenever she came to LA. Chris knocked softly before pushing the door open. Without looking up, Rihanna greeted him, “hey Babe.”
Chris’s brow furrowed in confusion, “how’d you know it was me?”
“how could I not know? You’re early.”
“Umm…you told me to be here at 4.”
“I know. I didn’t think you’d actually make it here at 4.”
“Unlike you, I like being punctual.”
“You just mad you can’t get away with being late like I can.”
“Robyn. Bye.”
Rihanna laughed as she turned around in her vanity seat, “you look cute, Babe. Where you going after this?”
“Tyga asked me to paint a mural for King’s bedroom so I’m gonna go do that while you’re at the Ball.”
“Aww…that’s sweet. You not gonna be too busy are you?”
“For you? Of course not.”
Rihanna smiled, “good. Why you still standing over there though? I’m not gonna bite you.”
“See…I’ve a pretty good memory and-“
“Chris shut up,” Rihanna interrupted as she playfully nudged his shoulder.
“don’t start nothing you can’t finish.”
“and who said I can’t finish?”
Chris let out a low chuckle as he scooped Rihanna into his arms and fell into her California King size bed. Rihanna bounced for a few moments as Chris moved to settle her underneath him, “Chris, you’re gonna mess up my hair.”
“Your hair is fine. Ain’t that what that hideous cap thing on your head is for, to protect it.”
“Yea but you pulling me all over the bed gonna fuck my ponytail up.”
“Yusef is here. He’ll fix it.”
“Ugh…then everybody gonna know what we were doing up here.”
“We ain’t doing nothing.”
Rihanna pouted and Chris laughed, “Baby Girl, we don’t have enough time for that. Maybe later.”
“but I kind of wanted it now.”
“I know but you don’t wanna be late for your own event.”
“Ugh…” Rihanna groaned as she leaned up on her elbows, “you should’ve came by last night.”
“I asked if you wanted me to but you told me no because you needed your rest.”
“You still should’ve came.”
“To get cursed out because I kept you up all night. You was not setting me up for that.”
Rihanna giggled, “I missed you.”
“No, you didn’t.”
Rihanna pouted and Chris ran his fingertip along her full bottom lip, “You better stop before you get us in trouble.”
Chris laughed.
“And for your information, I did miss you. I wanted to let you know how proud of you I was.’
“I know you’re proud of me, Baby Girl. You never have to say anything, I see it on your face every time you see one of my paintings or the results of one of my events. I’m always aware of your support.”
“Good. I always want you to remember that I’m always here cheering you on.”
Chris smiled as he softly pecked her lips, “I’ll always remember that. I promise.”
Rihanna smiled back at him as Chris ran his fingertips along her spine, “you better stop touching on me like that. You fucking with my hormones.”
Chris laughed, “what time you gotta start getting ready?”
“In about half an hour or so.”
“Uh huh. Can I show you something?”
Rihanna’s arched brow rose a little higher as she felt Chris’s hand toy with the zipper on the back of her skirt, “Babe, what are you doing?”
“You gonna let me show you?”
“If it’s what I’m thinking you wanna show me, hell yea.”
“Good. Now just lay back. Normally I like to do this a little slower but we kind of pressed for time.”
Rihanna nodded her head in agreement as she heard the sound of her zipper being pulled down. The cotton mini skirt was pulled off and tossed aside. Her hands rushed to Chris’s pants and began to tug down his sweats. Rihanna nipped his ear as she busied herself with taking off his pants, “Let’s be glad you’re wearing sweats huh?”
“Well I liked to be prepared, “ Chris murmured against her neck before kissing behind her ear, “I know you can’t live without it.”
“That’s more like the other way around.”
“Hmm…really.” Chris smirked as he kicked his pants down from around his ankles, along with his shoes. Rihanna tugged her t-shirt over her head then tightened her scarf, “how you want me, Baby?”
“How you want me to give it to you?”
Rihanna bit down on her bottom lip and let go a low register giggle, “my favorite.”
A few moments later, she was positioned on her knees as Chris opened her legs as wide as they could go. Rubbing his dick across her moistened lips, he positioned himself at her entrance and slid inside her cautiously. Rihanna let out a soft moan as he stretched her insides, “Mmm….Damn, you feel good.”
Chris chuckled, “you want more?”
“Yesss…” Rihanna drew out softly.”
Directing a few more inches inside her, Chris gripped her waist with a tight hold and pushed all the way in, “you gonna run from me?”
Rihanna moaned, “No.”
Chris pulled back a few inches and pressed down on her back, “you promise?”
“Yesss…” Rihanna moaned again as Chris moved forward. She pressed her face into the pillows of her bed set in preparation for Chris’s transition from a slow grind to a hard pound. He wound his hips against her, gradually increasing speed. She dug her nails into the sheets as Chris grabbed her hips and pull her back against him with his stroke forward. She felt the sweat of the heating room begin to drip along her skin, “Fuck. Chris!”
He tapped the side of her thigh causing Rihanna to hiss, “stop screaming.”
“Then stop- Oh God,” Rihanna’s voice faded out as Chris kept moving. It was hard for her to concentrate on the fact her entire family was downstairs and that she only had thirty minutes before she had to get ready. Whenever they came together like this, she never wanted to be anywhere else.

Rihanna smiled as Melissa came into her room just as the finishing touches were done, “Hey Sis.”
“Uh huh.”
Rihanna turned to look at her with a bewildered look on her face, “what?”
“Y’all fucked, didn’t you?”
Her face immediately blushed bright red in embarrassment, “what? What are you talking about?”
“Bitch, don’t play dumb with me. You and Yellow nigga, y’all fucked back at the house, didn’t you?”
“No…” Rihanna said slowly and Mel shook her head in disbelief.
“Robyn, I can’t believe you. Your whole entire family was downstairs and you got that nigga fucking your brains out just a few feet away from your grandfather.”
“We didn’t mean to”
Mel scoffed and rolled her eyes, “when do you two ever not mean to fuck? It’s like written in the unspoken rules of your relationship. Whenever we’re in the same room, we must fuck.”
Rihanna couldn’t hold back her laughter as Melissa continued her tirade, “Mel, you’re crazy.”
“No, I’m smart. You two are crazy. And bold. You know Mama Fenty got those hear everything ears.”
“I know but he just looked so good and I haven’t seen him in a while and I just- damn,” Rihanna shivered.
“Could you not start having flashbacks with me in the room? Thanks.”
“Oh Shut up.”
“Besides, haven’t seen him in a while? You were staying at his house up until two days ago.”
“Two days is a long time.”
“Apparently for you two. Now you gonna floating around that party with the “I just got the dick” look on your face.”
“As long as only you and I know that’s what it is, it doesn’t matter.”
Mel shook her head, “you and Chris are something else but y’all cute or whatever.”
“We’re trying.”
“He tell you he wasn’t coming tonight?”
“Yea. Said he didn’t want to shift the focus with him showing up especially with all those industry people there.”
“True. I kind of expected that.”
“I wish it didn’t have to be like that.”
“He just wants to protect you, Robs. You know how he is. You and your image always come first with him, you know that.”
“I know.”
“He’d never do something if he didn’t feel it was in your best interest. Besides maybe next time, y’all can come in and shut it down.”
Rihanna giggled, “I hope so.”
Mel smoothed a stray hair out of Rihanna’s face, “I’m proud of you, Sis. We all are.”
“I know. God and Gran Gran got their hand on this so-“
“So everything is gonna be just fine,” Mel finished as she hugged her best friend.

“Baby,” Rihanna said as Chris’s face filled her phone screen, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too, Gorgeous. How’d it go?”
“Perfect just like you said.”
“Told you, you had nothing to worry about.”
“I know. So you busy?”
“No. What you need Baby Girl?”
“Can you come over please?”
Chris smiled softly, “Of course. I’m on my way.”

You’re Just A Number 6/?

Summary: AU Some say it was fate, others say luck, most say it was just a wrong number (basically Caroline and Stefan meet over a text sent to the wrong number) 

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Right now her house was not her house, it was a landfill. In every room spreading in every corner was some item of clothing or an item of make up or a pair of shoes thrown on the floor in a moment of madness. With only 3 hours left to get ready and no idea on what she would be wearing or how she would style her hair, Caroline was damn right stressed. After the passing of her first aid course she had been invited to a small graduation ceremony to accept her official certificate, stating that she was qualified, and for her and the others to let off a bit of steam. With 3 exams and extra classes, after failing her first attempt, the last two weeks had been extremely busy. It had been too long since she had done this with the last time being when she got out of her face drunk and Stefan had called her a cab home. Stefan. That was it that was the answer. It took a matter of 5 seconds for her phone to make an appearance before sending him a very desperate text, they had been talking now for over a month so it wasn’t unusual for her to ask him for help. In fact he did it often too, asking her opinion and for instructions.

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wow. oh my god. so. are you guys ready for the story? HERE WE GO!

I got to the line 2 hours early. The meet was only supposed to start at 1:30 and i got there at about 11:20 and it was already CHAOTIC! I was being squished and yeah that part wasn’t pleasant at all. Then, they finally opened the doors and everyone started running forward. at that time my shoe got untied which was frickin scary omg i thought i was going to fall! they started letting people in. we had to put up fingers saying how many people we were with. I was with 3 of my friends so we all put 4 fingers up. We got right to the front of the line (where a woman was letting people in) and she said “we’re only letting 10 more people in”. i froze. i was about to throw up. but then one of my friends (she’s canadian) said “I drove all the way from canada can we please please please get in?” and we fUCKING GOT IN! omg i was freaking out! We went to this room with chairs and a table at the front. Since we were one of the last people we sat on the floor at the back. Then, another woman came in and said “they’re going to come in. I’d like to ask for everyone to stay seated so they can get to the front”. and then they came in. and everyone screamed. and it was crazy. and i was about to cry. THEY LOOK EVEN BETTER IRL LIKE I CAN’T EVEN PUT INTO WORDS HOW FRICKIN FABULOUS THEIR HAIR WAS! anyways people started getting in line by rows, so like the people sitting in the first row got in line, and when that line was done, the second row stood up and got in line, etc. Needless to say it took me about 3 hours for me to meet them since i was one of the last people. But it was SO MUCH FUN! i’m actually really glad i was one of the last people. The atmosphere was just so great! it was actually pretty funny, i mean my friends and i were just having a picnic on the floor and dan and phil were literally in the same room as us. it was so great! i went from freaking out and panicking to just really calm and singing along to all the songs they were playing. Sometimes they would just laugh at us whenever we sang really loud. also, dan was drinking something (idk what) and when he took a sip, my friend just screamed “THIRSTY!” and he looked at us and just laughed. oh my god it was so great. it was SO GREAT! they also played “the best day of my life” and we were just screaming the lyrics at them because it WAS the best day of my life! okay, now to the part where i talk about ACTUALLY MEETING THEM! When it was my turn, i just opened my arms and ran towards them! THEIR HUGS WERE EQUALLY AS GREAT! AND WHEN I WAS GIVING THEM THEIR LETTERS I ACCIDENTALLY SWITCHED THEM AND GAVE PHIL DAN’S AND DAN PHIL’S AND PHIL WAS JUST LIKE WOOPS AND SWITCHED THEM AND THEY WERE SO NICE TO TALK TO LIKE WHILE PHIL WAS SIGNING STUFF I WAS TALKING TO DAN AND TELLING HIM ABOUT HOW CROWDED IT WAS BACK OUTSIDE TO COME INSIDE AND THAT I WAS REALLY SWEATY AND HE WAS LIKE OH THAT’S OKAY AND I DIDNT EVEN HEAR THE REST BECAUSE OMG! AND THEN WHEN DAN WAS SIGNING I WAS TALKING TO PHIL AND HE ASKED ME WHO ELSE DID I WANT TO MEET AT PLAYLUST AND THEN HE ASKED SOMETHING ELSE I DON’T REMEMBER WHAT BUT I JUST KNOW I REPLIED THAT I HAD GONE TO PLAYLIST MAINLY TO MEET THEM AND PHIL WAS LIKE AWWW THANK YOU AND AHHHHH they were just sososososo nice. and i just. omg. then we took selfies. and then i asked for a really derpy one and then we took the derpy selfie and dan laughed and omg it was so great! right, so then i gave them one last hug (it was a group hug) and walked away, but still stayed there because i was waiting for my friend who was meeting them. that’s when i realized i had left my sharpie with them. so when my friend was done i just screamed “dan! you have my sharpie!” and he was confused for a second but then turned around and got the sharpie and was like “woops haha i’m a thief”. heh yeah. it was pretty funny. but not as funny as when i realized tHAT WASN’T MY SHARPIE OH MY GOD I LITERALLY HAVE DAN AND PHIL’S SHARPIE IT’S ACTUALLY NEXT TO ME RIGHT NOW I AM GOING TO KEEP IT FOREVER!

this was literally so surreal i’m still processing everything. it was just. so. great. they were incredibly nice and i can’t believe i actually got to meet them. this is a moment no one will ever take away from me. i’m just so. i’m happy. i’m just so happy. 

thank you dan and phil