around 7:30 in the morning

anonymous asked:

I present this scenario: any of the FAKES being able to go into a grocery store on a Tuesday morning and not get the police called on them. Not because they're better disguised or because of better behaved (neither of those could ever happen fully) but because the employees don't give a shit and don't exactly wanna die because a hungover Mogar Jones decided he wanted a metric fuck ton of pop tarts at 8am

Bless everything about this fucking post.

I don’t really know what to add except the mental image of three exasperated employees watching Mogar Jones wander around their little store at like 7:30 in the goddamn morning. They think they’re going to be robbed, at first, but it looks like he’s not interested in the cash register, so they just sort of … watch?

And he comes up and he’s bleary-eyed and his jacket’s not done up and he really just looks like shit. And he throws like sixteen boxes of pop tarts down on the counter and a box of tampons, muttering something under his breath about “fucking gavin” and “goddamn jack” and just bitching and swearing.

The employees have no idea what to do except ring him up. And he actually fucking thanks them and throws a twenty on the counter and wanders away without waiting to get change.

They end up telling the story for months. 

zachdempsyy  asked:

I HAVE ANOTHER ONE.. ok so jason goes to whizzers apartment whenever marv and trindel are busy and they hang out and they watch tv. and they're of chips so they go to the supermarket late at night and jason convinces whizzer to buy him all this candy... little does whizzer know that hes about to witness jason go absolutely crazy with sugar.

Marvin gets a phone call at around 7:30 the next morning. Whizzer has NEVER been a morning person so the fact he’s up definitely insinuates somethings wrong. Whizzer sounds like death, asking questions left and right, until finally Marvin can pick up the phrase “There was SO much candy-” and Marvin starts laughing. And Whizzer stops. Because Whizzer hates it when Marvin laughs at him. “What. What’s so funny. This isn’t funny. Go ahead. WhAT.” And Marvin’s shaking his head. “You idiot, Jason can’t have that much sugar, like, ever. He can’t handle it. He goes nuts. What did you do?” Whizzer explained the innocent situation, and how longingly Jason had looked at the candy aisle as they’d passed it, and he can’t resist that face, who could? Satan? Regardless, he let him go wild. He let him chose whatever he wanted, however much, and that was that. It was a Cool Dad™ type of move on his part, Whizzer thought. He wasn’t like Marvin, he wasn’t a stick in the mud. Whizzer explained he hadn’t been thinking that while watching a movie that Jason would sprint outside, down the stairs, and to the park that was across the street. His neighbors were coming home and that was the ONLY reason Whizzer found Jason. They pointed him in the right direction and Whizzer took off. Marvin listened, biting his knuckle to keep from laughing at the entire situation. “Yeah? Then what?” Whizzer sighed. “Then he said we should pull an all nighter. ” silence. “And?” Marvin prodded. “…And he said whoever lost was a sissy.” There it was. The competition. “So… who lost?” Whizzer looked away from the phone, dead eyes staring at Jason, who hadn’t looked away from him yet. “…No one, Marvin. No one.” Jason stood stoicly, not breaking eye contact as he walked backwards into the kitchen. “I’m. Getting. Some orange juice.” He announced. Whizzer whipped back to the phone. “Marvin is it possible to be hungover without having any alcohol, because that is what I feel,” he asked quickly and Marvin was sighing. “No, it’s not. You just got completely played and manipulated by a 12 year old. Thats what it’s called. Now go watch my son, sissy.” Whizzer rolled his eyes. He knew Marvin would know he did that. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, either. I’m not even there.” Yup. Like clockwork. “I hate you.” Whizzer said, starting to get up to also go to the kitchen. “Love you, too.” And then Whizzer’s call was over, and he made the blackest coffee he’d ever drank, and he sat, head resting in one hand. Jason groaned. “This was a bad idea, Whizzer.” Whizzer laughed lightly, reaching a hand out to ruffle Jason’s hair. “Yeah, yeah it was.”

I love u for these headcanons just btw💖

Surprises...(Part one)- Josh Dun

Sorry that this probably sucks, but I’m going somewhere with it. Be patient… anyways enjoy!!!

“Mommy when is daddy gonna come home?” your 3 year old son asked you as you set his breakfast down in front of him. It broke your heart to see how much he was missing Josh.

“Yeah I wanna see daddy. Where is he today?” your 5 year old daughter asked.

“Well daddy is in a place called Allentown Pennsylvania today. He and Uncle Tyler have a show tonight there. I know you guys miss him, I do too. We’ll see him sooner than you think.” you said cheerfully in hopes to make your kids happy.

Your kids didn’t know this but you and Josh had made arrangements for you and your kids to fly out tonight to meet up with them. Then you were gonna stay on tour with them for the following 3 weeks. You were planning on not telling them until you put them to bed. It was a pretty late flight and you would be getting there around 7 in the morning.

At about 2:30 you had put a movie on in the living room and had them lay down and try to nap.

“I wanna talk to daddy, please can we.” your daughter, Lauren requested.

“Please mommy?” your son Jackson whinned.

“Okay I’ll facetime him and see if he can talk for a minute. Then you guys need to take a nap, we have a busy night.” you said pulling your phone out and calling Josh.

You sat on the couch with both children cuddling up to you while the phone rang.

“Hey guys, what’s up? I miss you.” Josh said lighting up the phone screen.

“We wanted to talk to you before they took a little rest time. Is this an okay time?” you asked.

“Of course, Tyler is just soundchecking and they don’t need me for another 10 minutes or so.”

“DADDY, HI DAD!” screamed Jackson, Lauren taking the phone out of your hands and taking control.

“Hey kids. I love you guys so much. I miss you and can’t wait to see you next.” Josh continued talking to them about stuff that little kids find funny and entertaining as you got up and went to start packing a few things.

About 10 minutes later your daughter walked in with your phone handing it to you.

“Daddy had to go play the drums, what is there a suitcase out for? Are you and daddy mad at eachother?” she asked and it sort of put you off.

“No. No Lauren, me and daddy love each other lots, I was just cleaning out the closet.” you lied not wanting to ruin the surprise. You knew it sometimes bothered your kids that Josh was gone for long periods of time sometimes. Your sister had gotten divorced last year and Lauren now thinks you and Josh were fighting when he was gone. You tried explaining that it was his job and he would be gone for a little but he would be back and the family would be together again. The concept to a 5 year old was hard but she would learn to understand.

“I know you miss him, but like I said we’ll all be back together before you know it. Now go lay down with your brother.” you said and she ran back to the living room.

After packing all your things you went out to see your kids asleep and the movie credits rolling on the screen.

You pulled out your phone and posted a few pictures of them on you instagram with the caption, @joshuadun we made some pretty adorable kids. Can’t wait to see their faces when I tell them what we’ve been planning. We love you <3.

You made your way to your son’s room and began packing his things when your phone rang.

“Hey baby, are you alone?” Josh asked.

“Yeah, they’re still passed out on the couch.”

“Good, so how are you going to tell them? God I can’t wait to see you guys.”

“Well our flight isn’t until midnight, so I was going to put them to bed like any ordinary night then wake them up when we have to leave and tell them in the car.”

“Sounds great. I love you.”

“I love you too Josh. Go enjoy tonight’s concert.” you wrapped up the conversation as you finished with your son’s packing.

You made your way back to where your kids were, now awake and playing together.

When it came to bedtime you let them stay up an extra hour and a half in hopes that would tire them out so they would sleep on the plane.

Later that night…

Once putting the last of your daughter’s things in the car with all the other bags you had to go wake them up.

“Is it morning already?” your confused and tired son asked.

“No baby we have to go somewhere.” you said barely being able to hold in all your excitement.

“Where are we going?” your daughter asked as you pulled up to the airport.

“We’re going to Albany, New York to see daddy.” you said parking the car and getting out to grab the bags.

Both your kids let out a huge scream of excitement.

After boarding the plane you could finally relax a bit knowing that you were on your way to see the love of your life.

The flight went great. You all slept the whole time, which you were grateful for. Being a mom of two young children and alone in your big house, you didn’t get all that much sleep. You often laid in bed at night wishing Josh was there to hold you. Instead your kids made up for it by joining you throughout the night in your big bed.

“Mommy what color is daddy’s hair right now?” Lauren asked and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Both your kids have seen Josh’s hair a whole bunch of colors since they were born.

“It’s yellow like a highlighter. Won’t be to hard to miss.” you said as you guided your two kids toward baggage claim where you planned to meet Josh.

Your daughter was the first to see him from across the room. He was facing the other way and turned when he heard his two kids screeching with excitement as they ran towards him. He knelt down and they both flew into his arms smiling like crazy. Once you reached them Josh stood with Jackson in his arm and Lauren on his leg. He pulled you into his side and you kissed him.

“Ewww.” said Lauren “Boys have cooties mommy, now your gonna get them.” you pulled away from Josh who was laughing at his daughter’s statement.

“You’re right. You don’t kiss boys until you’re married Lauren or you’ll get cooties. That’s why mom doesn’t have them when we kiss.” Josh said as he picked up Lauren in his other arm.

“I’m so happy to have my family back together. I missed you guys.” Josh said.

After getting your bags you made it back to the bus where Josh had surprised the kids with a few new toys they could play with while on the bus.

“You’re the best Josh. I didn’t even think about toys for them, what was I thinking 3 weeks with a 3 and 5 year old on a bus with nothing to play with. I can be such a bad mother sometimes.” you said finally having a moment alone with Josh. You sat next to him on the couch as you both watched your kids play with their new toys on the ground.

“Y/N you’re an amazing mom. You take care of two kids on your own for weeks at a time. So what you forgot a few things.” he said pulling you closer to him. You stayed like that until you arrived at the arena they were playing that night. It was about a half hour drive there and you really enjoyed being next to Josh the whole time. You felt at home even though you were over 2,000 miles across the country. These 3 people were your world and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

7 on the Day of Sun

1. it’s apparently wet-hopped beer season, and good gravy, I’m not sure how I’m going to get up on that wagon I keep thinking about because this is my dank, juicy jam. I’d like to submit into evidence: my belly. Columbus Brewing Co. Yakima Fresh is delicioso. 

2. the whole Larry Flint $10M for information leading to the impeachment of the universal shit stain thing? Pretty sure we can all agree that this right here so perfectly illustrates just exactly how utterly and completely fucked we are as a nation, a society, and a culture. 

3. dating in midlife continues to mystify, enlighten, and baffle me. At the moment I’m leaning towards embracing the many lovers’ lifestyle because ain’t no such thing as a good match. I think I’d be happy with a 65/35 split for things work well and nails on a chalkboard. I mean… is that too much? Greedy ratio? 

4. the wind though. It’s making that incredible pine tree in my north side yard groan, and I can hear it low moaning through the attic eaves. 

5. Speaking of… I need to start thinking about how to finish off that attic… turn it into two bedrooms and a full bath to move me and Lila up and make room for my mom to have the entire second floor. I can’t recall if I’ve talked about this yet, but the reverse mortgage she and my stepfather did has a bunch of bullshit admin issues that even a good lawyer is having a hard time untangling and Well’s Fargo dumped it and she might be getting foreclosed on with zero equity - and two years before retirement. Very possibly any day now. I’m just not sure she’d move to Ohio. 

6. the Starlings are super active again, every morning around 7:30 and every evening right around now - 5:30 - filling the neighborhood trees on their trip from and back to the roost. 

7. worried about so many people in so many places facing so many crises. So, I’m going to drink wet-hopped beer and spackle my face with homemade Chinese stuffed pancakes filled with a mix of beef, pork, bok choy, cabbage, scallions, ginger, garlic, soy, and rice vinegar. 

i fell asleep on the couch last night while my bf stayed up playing games, and around 7:30 this morning he wakes me up like “hey there’s some car just parked out front with their lights on” so i get up and look; this guy who looks to be about my age gets out of the passenger side of the car and starts looking around my yard, looking under both of our parked cars in my driveway, starts wandering around the neighbor’s yard and it was so strange we were about to call the police but he got back in the car and they left. my neighbor happened to be outside so my bf went to talk to him to see what was going on and apparently, they were driving around last night and as they passed my house, his girlfriend chunked his phone out the window and that’s what he was looking for. omg.

Hot Night Out

Owen goes to a bar and meets a hot and beautiful woman, who takes him home. In the morning she kicks him out, without Owen ever finding out her name or phone number. Fortunately for him fate was on his side that day. OMELIA SMUT. (AN: In almost all of my stories Amelia looks like she did in Private Practice, not how she is now on Grey’s).

Amelia walked into the bar desperate to find her best friend Nathan so they could get wasted and laid and at last have some fun. Finally she found him sitting on a bar stool all alone. “Shepherd” he yelled excited as soon as he spotted her in the crowd and soon got up to greet her with a hug.

“Sorry I’m late, I got pulled into a five hour surgery” she apologized feeling sorry for making him wait.

“It’s fine, I know the drill” he said reassuring her as they made their way back to the bar stools.

“Can I have a vodka tonic please” asked Amelia the bartender.

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Matt Murdock who always has a rosary on him when he goes out as Daredevil.

Matt Murdock who always does a sign of the cross before going into a fight.

Matt Murdock who goes to 7:30 mass on Sunday mornings and sticks around and talks with the other parishioners over coffee and donuts.

Matt Murdock who has most of the hymns memorized, who always feels a bit better after singing a few.

Matt Murdock who, despite not having much money, always manages to put something in the collection tray.

Matt Murdock who always gets to Church early so that he can have a little quiet time with the Lord.

Matt Murdock who says a decade of the rosary before going to bed every night.

Matt Murdock who keeps a braille copy of the bible on his nightstand.

Matt Murdock who often asks St. Jude to pray for him.

Matt Murdock who starts every morning with “hey God, if you could please just get me through the day, it would be much appreciated.”

Caged [7]

Characters: NamjoonxReader
Length: 2503 words
Genre: Mafia AU
Warnings: Violence

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Hoseok was going over a case file when he heard the door open. Neither the secretary at the reception, nor his assistant had announced a visitor, and when he looked up he understood why. The gun his guest was carrying was not even holstered, it was just loosely tucked into the waistband of his black jeans, serving as a guaranteed right of passage.

“You’re up early,” Hoseok commented humorlessly. It was barely 7am and he was in no mood to deal with the antics of the person who had just entered his office uninvited.

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percocet-induced sleep is some of the weirdest sleep ive ever experienced. like this morning at around 7:30 i lay down for five minutes trying to get to sleep and then i got irritated because it wasnt working, i sat up and looked at the clock and it was noon. and i was like Well Ok and i fell back onto the pillow and laid there for what felt like thirty seconds and experimentally sat back up and it was 1:30 pm.

Pack Mom - Part 12

Originally posted by winterssoldier

Originally posted by kawaiixliam

Request 1//  Where there’s a bit of a time skip and Liam’s mom comes to the loft with old photo albums for the reader and says stuff like she was cleaning and instead of throwing them out she thought she’d give them to her and Liam sees his bio mom and hides behind the reader a little upset because he gets flashbacks of how mean they were to him so later that night the reader has Liam in her lap and Derek sat next to her and they look through the photo album of his baby pics together

Request 2// where the pack are shocked that the couple adopted Liam and voice their opinions but Derek gets super protective over him and tells him they can’t speak about his son like that because he was family before and is family now and the reader comforts Liam and tells the pack off for being so rude and makes them apologise mom style haha

Request 3// Derek proposes to Y/n!!! Derek tells Liam to say to her, “Mom You’re gonna be a Hale now!” Then Derek asks THE QUESTION

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

Adopting Liam was the best thing we ever did. He was official a Hale now, and he was proud to be a Hale. And I was proud to call him my son, and I know Derek did too. Talia also loved her big brother so much. I once caught them both having a nap together on the sofa and it was the cutest thing ever. I had the perfect family. We just had to tell the pack now. How would they take Liam being a Hale? Guess we would just have to wait and find out.

It was around 7:30 in the morning when I heard Talia waking up. So I put on my slippers and headed to her room. When I opened up her door she was sat up with a big smile on her face.

“Good morning beautiful,” I said sweetly grabbing her and pulling her into a big hug. I changed her then I took her back to my bed where Derek was now awake. 

“Go to daddy,” I said handing her to Derek, as I went to the kitchen to get her morning bottle of milk. All three of us lay in bed just relaxing and enjoying the quite. That’s until Talia finished her milk. Then she started looking around. 

“What you looking for princess,” Derek asked as he sat her on his stomach.

“Li Li, ” She said as she carried on looking around for her big brother. It was the sweetest thing ever.

“Do you want to go and wake your big brother up?” I asked with a smile growing on my face. She nodded, so I picked her up as she couldn’t walk or crawl yet and carried her to Liam’s room as Derek went to get dressed. Just before I opened the door I looked down at my daughter and put my finger to my lips “Shh” We crept into Liam’s room and I placed Talia onto his bed. She rested her head on his shoulder and gave him a big hug.He wrapped his arms around her and placed a kiss on her head.

“LI LI!” She shouted down Liam’s ear.

“Someone is excited to see her big brother this morning” I laughed sitting on the side of Liam’s bed as he was sitting up. When I looked at him he had a nervous look on his face.

“What’s the face for?” I asked

“What do you think the pack will say about you and Derek adopting me?” He asked

“I don’t know, they will be shocked, but who cares. You are our family and that’s all that matters” I said placing a kiss on his head.

Few Hours Later//

It was around 12 when the pack arrived at the loft. It was time to tell them the news. Everyone sat on the sofa and didn’t say a word. What reaction would we get. Good or Bad?

“Is everything okay?” Scott asked nervously.

“We have something to tell you all,” I said looking at Liam.

“Dunbar what have you done” Stiles shouted looking directly at him now. That was perfect. 

“He isn’t a Dunbar no more” I informed them, Everyone went quite. 

“I don’t understand?“ Of course,Stiles didn’t understand, I always had to explain what I meant. Like the time I told him, we would be adding another member to the pack.

“Stiles, Liam is a Hale now,” I said with a big grin forming on my face.


“Derek and I adopted him,” I told them. Everything went silent to let everything sink in. Then everyone burst, shouting over each other what their opinion was.

“Why would you want to adopt that little runt for?" 

"Why would you adopt Liam?”

“That’s so weird?" 

"EVERYONE SHUT IT!” Derek shouted looking really angry. How dare they say this stuff about Liam. It was our family and we can do what we want with it. But that shut everyone up. When I looked for Liam he wasn’t in the room no more.

“How dare you, speak about Liam like that! Yes, we adopted him, yes it maybe a shocker. But he is Mine and Y/N’s son and you don’t have the right to be so rude about it! He was family before and he is family now. So do you have anything else to say!“ Derek shouted causing Talia to wake up and start crying.

Derek Stormed off to go and get Talia while I went to see Liam. When I walked into his room, he was sat of his bed crying. I sat next to him and pulled him into my lap and gave him the biggest hug ever. I wiped away his tears with my thumb. He buried his head into my chest. The pack really upset him.

"Sweetie, don’t listen to them. You are our family and adopting you was our choice. Not would never change our minds about it. You are our son” I told him placing a kiss on his head as I rocked him in my arms. I headed him sniffle.

“W..Why don’t they l..Like it?” He asked

“They are just shocked, baby. It was unexpected” I comforted him. We sat there for a few minutes in silent.

“Come on let’s go back to the pack” I grabbed Liam’s hand and pulled him into the living room. Derek was back with Talia in his arms.

“Right guys, what do you have to say to Liam, after upsetting him?” I asked now with my arms folded.

“Were sorry” They all whispered.

“What was that?” I asked

“Were sorry Liam,”, The pack said louder. Which made you feel a lot better, and when you looked over at Liam he had a smile on his face.

“Yeah I’m sorry bud, it was just a really big shock to me that they adopted you”, Stiles said generally sorry.

“That’s okay,” Liam told him.

Now that everyone was fine with us adopting Liam we just relaxed talking about pack things and new threats that are in Beacon Hills, and played with Talia. Making sure she wouldn’t get bored.

It was around 7 pm when the pack went home, Derek took Talia to get ready for bed.Liam and I were sat on the sofa watching a movie till Derek came back after getting Talia to sleep. The pack hadn’t even been gone 5 minutes until there was a knock at the door. Liam lifted his head off my lap and sat up.

“What have they forgot this time?” I laughed. But when I slid open the door it wasn’t the pack. It was Liam’s mom. Liam hid behind me and grabbed my hand really upset, Remembering all the stuff what happened. Not wanting to go near her. I could feel him shaking. I never really knew how bad things her for him when he lived there, but I am glad that Derek and I got him out of there.

“What are you doing here?” I asked angrily as I was protecting Liam.

“I was cleaning out our loft and came across these old photo albums, and instead of throwing them out, I thought I would come and drop them off here, I don’t want them” She said handing a bag to me and heading off back home, not even caring how she made Liam feel, how could she do that. Derek came back into the living room.

“Who was that?” He asked.

“Liam’s mom, she came to drop these photo albums off” I informed him, pulling Liam back onto the sofa and onto my lap. Derek came to sit us and I pulled out the photo album.

“Should we look at it together?” I asked. Liam smiled and nodded while he rested his head on my shoulder. When I opened the album the first photo was baby Liam in his high chair with ice cream all over him he must have been around 1 maybe 2. We all burst at laughing. 

“You and Talia have something in common. Your both messy eaters” Derek laughed ruffling Liam’s hair. There we photos of Liam sleeping in his pushchair and ones of him in the swimming pool and the cutest on was when he must have been around the age of 5, and he was in a lacrosse Jersey, with a little lacrosse Stick in his hand and a helmet on. It was the cutest thing ever. I gave Liam a big hug. 

“We will look at some more tomorrow yeah,” I told him and he nodded.

“Right I better go for a shower,” I told them picking Liam up off my knee and placing him on the sofa next to Derek.

Liam’s P.O.V

I finished watching the film with Derek but I could sense that he was nervous and worried about something.

“Dad?” I asked

“Yeah, Liam” Derek turned to me. I had no idea what he had to be nervous or worried about. I have never seen him like this.

“Are you okay, I can sense that you are nervous?” He then let out a sign then pulled a little box out of his jumper pocket.

“I want to ask Y/N to marry me, but I don’t know how” He informed me looking down at the box.

“Do the usual, get down on one knee?” I told him with a smile forming on my face.

“I have an Idea!” Derek told me with him looking at me. “And it involves you”

When Y/N got out the shower she came back into the living room and sat on the sofa. I pulled her up and made her stand in the middle of the room then I hugged her. Derek came in and stood behind me.

“What are you two up to?” She asked looking between the both of us.

“Mom you’re going to be a Hale to!” I said excitedly hugging her even more. Now she became Stiles.

“What do you mean?” But Derek answered that question. He pulled out the box and got down on one knee and opened the box to reveal a White gold engagement ring.

“Y/N Y/L/N Will you marry me?”

Part 13? Please Tell Me What You All Think Of The Series. Would Love To Hear!

Misadventures in Flute Practice

So I had plans on practicing my flute for an hour this morning before school, but around 7:30 my mom came running into my room and said that we had to get some stuff for hurricane prep (we live in Florida rip) so I spent this morning practicing in a Home Depot parking lot. Luckily there was this ply wood I could use as a music stand.

I was bad.

This is kind of a naughty story but i had to tell you guys what happened yesterday!!

I woke up around 7:30 that morning (which is early because I usually wake up around 9) and I walked over to my mirror and saw that I had slept only in my bra and panties (Daddy and I had played the night before). I was, for some reason, looking for marks and bruises, but there were only two and they were small.

That made me sad. I love Daddy’s marks, they’re like little reminders that he loves me. I guess there weren’t many marks because when we made love, it was a slow and romantic time.

I then noticed that Daddy was still home, and I wanted him to mark me and treat me like his little slut, so I took off my bra and panties, grabbed my pink butt plug (that has a big fluffy tail) and walked out into the living room and saw Daddy walking around in just his boxers and holding a cup of coffee.

I casually walked out and sat down on the couch and Daddy noticed I was up and said “Princess? Why are you up?” I shrugged and watched as Daddy sat down next to me and pulled me closer. He ran his fingers down my back, on my hips, and stopped on my butt then asked me why I was naked. I shrugged again and laid my head in his lap and handed him my tail. He smiled at me and said “Do you want this in you, Kitty?” And I nodded and moaned as he put it in my butt. 😊

I looked up and asked Daddy if I could play with his toy, and he said that he had to get ready for work. I ignored him and grabbed it through his boxers and I giggled and whispered “Daddy, it’s hard.” Then, he let out a deep breath, so I was grabbing at his boxers and was about to pull them down when he grabbed my hands. “Not now.” Was the only thing he said, and it was in a harsh tone. He then got up, kissed my forehead, and went into the bedroom to get dressed.

Rude. 😒

So Daddy kisses me and leaves for work, and I was determined to get Daddy to punish me, so I decided to make myself look really cute at school and “accidentally” run into him.

I took a long bath using my bath bomb that smells like candy and washed my hair with coconut shampoo so I smelled nice, then after my bath I put on the nicest looking makeup I’ve ever done. And I wore this breathtaking little black dress that is tight and flowy in all the right places, and since I know it drives Daddy CRAZY, I wore a pair of thigh highs that have a cute bow at the top.

So I got to school and I was looking fierce, but I didn’t see Daddy anywhere around campus, so I just decided to pay him a visit after class.

And I did just that.

I walked into his classroom and it was empty, so I closed the door and walked in. I was looking around when the door to his office swung open and he strolled out carrying papers. He looked up and saw me, and he gasped so loud that it slightly echoed. He said “Ms. (My last name), w-what’re you doing here?” I giggled and replied with “Daddy, I needed to see you.” And I walked up to him. He gulped really hard and looked at the door, and when he saw it was closed and we were alone, he said “Kitty, don’t tease me like that.” So I decided to kiss his cheek and turn around, but then I “accidentally” dropped my pen, so I said “Oopsie.” And slllloooowwwwly picked it up, wiggling my butt a little.

So after that I headed over to Kate’s and we set up for her birthday dinner that Mitch and I were invited to.

Eventually our friends and Mitch show up and its around 7, and during dinner I figured I could be naughty, so I took my hand under the table and placed it straight on his daddy toy. He gasped, but nobody noticed, and he gripped my wrist and placed it onto my lap.

I did it again, three times. He just kept putting it back in my lap. :(

So Mitch left early, and when I eventually left I arrived home around 10. I opened the door and all of the lights were off except for the bedroom, so I set down my stuff and walked into the bedroom and shut the door.

He was wearing only a pair of black jeans and was holding my ball gag. I was about to say hi when he growled and said “You’ve been acting up lately.” Then he turned around and walked up to me and said “When little sluts act up it means they need to be punished.”

Then he sat down on the edge of the bed and grabbed me, pulling me over his knee. He spanked me three times before grabbing me and ripping off my dress and my bra and panties.

He pushed my face down onto the pillow and he started fucking me from behind. But I started moaning loudly so he flipped me over and grabbed my ball gag. He asked me if I needed him, and I nodded. Then he growled “Use your words, Slut. Tell me what you need.” And I muffled through the gag, making him smirk at me.

After that he tied my hands to the bed railing and he went down on me. And after my fourth orgasm I was quivering, so I tried squirming away, but he kept pulling me back in, saying “I’m not done yet.” And I was shaking so much that I yelped “Daddy stop! I can’t take it!” And god, his response was “Tell me to stop again and I will.” And when I just moaned instead of telling him to stop, he chuckled and said “I thought so.” 😍😍

Then he was pounding me when I looked over at the blindfold on the dresser and he saw, because as he tied my feet he chuckled, then stuck his toy in me hard, telling me “Look at Daddy.” As he punished me.

So he then spanked me again with a paddle, and gave me a lot of hickeys before he fucked my mouth and he came in my mouth and I waited for him to allow me to swallow.

And afterwards he picked me up along with my hello kitty blankie wrapped around me and carried me to the living room where we had hot cocoa and cuddled and he massaged me and told me how much of a good girl I am. 😊 Then we went to bed and we cuddled as we fell asleep.

But this morning when I woke up, Daddy had already left for work and when I looked in my full body mirror, I had the most bruises and bite marks I’ve ever seen. I went to go send him a good morning text and I saw that he had sent me a picture.

I clicked on the picture and it was of his back. It was FULL of scratches. And his caption was “Kitty scratches 😘😍” and I died. It was amazing.

I love you Daddy. 😘

Sorry I posted this so late, but I was in the middle of writing it when my friend Tyler called and I had to help him and I forgot.

And yes I know this one is dirtier than my others and I’m sorry if you don’t like that, but I just had to tell you guys!


Monday night around 7:30, I attempted to be a good Samaritan. I was trying to let the driver of a dark Lexus SUV know his headlights were not on. I had been following him for quite a ways on I90 since traffic was si…ngle lane due to construction. It was dusk, and since we were driving for some time, and it was getting darker, and the driver appeared to not know his headlights did not automatically turn on.

The Lexus and I exited onto Bypass 20 heading West. I took this opportunity to let him know his lights were off. I pulled up next to him, turned on my dome light, waved my hands, tapped my horn, and kept mouthing the word ‘lights.’ Never once did he look at me. He sped up, so I sped up. I just thought if he just looked at me, he would see I was trying to let him know his lights were off.

He pulled over, so I pulled over too just to say, “hey, your headlights are not on.”

I hopped out of my car, with a smile on my face because I thought I was doing a good deed, and started to walk up to him, but he rushed me. He stood three inches from my face and spit right in my eyes. I pushed him away, to get him out of my face. I used both my hands and pushed him on his shoulders. Then, he hit me.

I fell to the ground and he hit me again. I grabbed onto his leg and started yelling, “call the police! call the police!” He just kept hitting me. He pulled my hair (lucky, I had my hair in a convenient ponytail for him to grab onto) and he bang my head against my car. He hit me between 20-30 times.

During all this, cars were driving by. We were on Bypass 20, West Bound near the I39 entrance ramp. No one stopped.

However, the passenger of this guy’s car was nice enough to get out of the vehicle and video record with his cell phone. The passenger made no attempt to pull this man off me. When I did let go of his leg, he drove away, but I did get his license plate.

I forgot my phone at home that morning, and I was begging for someone to call the police. I didn’t want him to flee and leave me there, but that is exactly what happened. He sped off. I had no one with me, and no one stopped to help the white girl who got her face beat on the side of Bypass 20.

The man was white, medium build, about 5" 9’ tall, with light, short hair. He was driving a dark Lexus SUV. I reported the incident to Winnebago County Police, but I have not heard any updates yet.

I have a mild concussion, and have bruising from my left cheek bone all the way back to the back of my head. You can see the black eye, but you cannot see the bruising in my hair and head.

Never once did I drive erratically, nor did I do anything mean or vicious. I was tapping my horn, not blaring it, and waving my hands. I had my dome light on inside my car so he could see me. Never once did he look at me until he rushed me and hit me.

If anyone is has information on this man, please let me know. Feel free to forward this to friends and family. I would like some sort of justice.   The Illinois license plate number is S21 2747.

When I spoke to Winnebago County Police, they stated that plate came back to a white Honda SUV.

I am 99% sure that is the correct plate number.

The address on this plate was to a person in Freeport, Illinois.

Now, you know what I know.

anonymous asked:

Hi there! What are the MUST MUST MUST HAVES to bring for clothing/shoes etc for barnard? From your point of view, not the website, lo.

Hi! Here are some things to think about:

  • I had this idyllic vision of myself as a super-fashionable Barnard student who would look effortlessly glamorous studying at Butler/going to an 8 AM class/etc. I brought a lot of super-fashionable yet impractical dresses and skirts and shoes. I did not wear any of them. Basically, if you don’t wear it at home, you’re not going to wear it to class. 
  • Figure out what your own personal style is and bring the basics/essentials/staples in a certain color palette that you like. I wake up around 7:30 and my roommate doesn’t wake up until 10 so every morning I end up quietly groping around my over-crowded, messy closet in complete darkness in order to find something to wear. I literally get dressed in the dark. Sometimes a “uniform” is necessary to avoid the temptation to just screw it and wear sweatpants. I have a place for jeans, for basic-colored blouses, for my blazers, and for sweaters. Having a set color palate of items that match definitely helps. 
  • When packing, think less about “wow this top is so cute and unique and I want to show it off” and more “wow I could totally live in this shirt for the rest of my life without changing like I could wear it every day and with everything”. Pack outfits more than individual pieces.
  • I brought three pairs of heels and only wore one pair, once. No one really wears them to on-campus parties and they’re impractical if you’re going to be walking around downtown. If you want to, you could bring one pair of nude or black heels just in case.
  • Rain boots are a must! I came packed with one pair of hunter boots, a rain coat, and a matching umbrella.
  • Something like a trench coat or light jacket is also a good idea for “in-between” weather. Also, basic faux-leather boots.
  • For winter, I wore a classic peacoat or my long wool coat. A lot of girls had those super-warm black puffy jackets.
  • I forgot to bring a good pair of casual sneakers :( I went out and bought a pair of Keds and they’re pretty awesome.
  • I also didn’t have snow boots. I realized this was probably a bad idea when I found myself trudging back from 96th street in a blizzard with boots that had zero traction. Not cool. 
  • A lot of girls had cute patterned backpacks from places like Topshop, Asos, F21 etc. I’m more of a satchel person so I brought one brown one and a red one.
  • Consider bringing black tights, wool tights, giant sweaters, cardigans, fuzzy socks, and a bath robe.
  • I also forgot a laptop case and an extension cord for my charger, which occasionally made studying in libraries very difficult.
  • I will end with this: there are a lot of fashionable people at Barnard. There are also a lot of people who could care less about how they look. I think one of my favorite things about Barnard is that people here can easily disconnect someone’s appearance with who they are as a person; something many other people I’ve encountered elsewhere fail at. Someone who dresses well and wears heels and a face full of makeup to class is vapid, ditzy, materialistic, etc. If you don’t wear makeup and would rather wear jeans and a t-shirt, you’re lazy, tired, or apathetic. Here, the environment is much more open to just letting people express themselves however they choose. No one thinks you’re dumb if you’re wearing a dress and no one thinks less of you if you don’t. People will respect you if you “just do you”. Bring whatever makes you feel comfortable and happy :)
final plans ||

Lucinda was taking up a table that was far too large for one person to justify on the patio of a café in the midst of their lunch rush. In her defense, it wasn’t like she had plopped down and immediately started being inconsiderate. No, in the hours since she arrived around 7:30 in the morning—far earlier than she ever liked to be up—the traffic there had ebbed and flowed, and she had just continued spreading out, taking over every surface she could reach.

There was only a matter of days to go until the preview, the big reopening, and the stress was getting to her. Getting up early this morning hadn’t been much of a challenge when she had barely slept at all the night before. She was up, there was no sign of getting back to sleep, she went to work. Guests lists and floorplans and today they finally were getting the bulk of their product back in—a process she could see from here but her parents long time trusted movers had asked her to keep out of the way of. It was why she was here rather than inside or somewhere generally more comfortable. She’d be easy to grab when they were finished and she could give her stamp of approval.

For now, here she worked. Hair pulled back messily and a bit less put together than her standard. Everything had to be set by the end of the day, not because she was worried about being ahead for her own sake, oh no. Her mother was coming in tomorrow to be walked through everything which meant it had to be finished and finished perfectly. She was looking for anything that might have fallen through the cracks at this point. Unreceived RSVPs, if a caterer had only 98 percent confirmed. Whatever could go wrong and—

Three of her papers took flight in a heavy breeze. Most were charmed down against exactly this, but she’d been using them so often it must have weakened. Frantically, she grabbed two and made to chase the third, apologizing as she cut through patrons and realizing for the first time it had gotten. “I’m sorry,” she called. “Sorry.” She pushed her way through and wound up outright catching it against someone, hand on them, paper between them, and looking up with wide eyes and afraid to move for a second. “I am so, so sorry. I really need this, and I saw my chance, and I should have just let it keep going.”

rfa + morning routines

• has school at 11am
• wakes up at 9
• showers before bed and goes to sleep with wet hair, which is why it’s all over the place and he needs to pin some of it down
• he immediately eats breakfast after playing with his hair
• brushes his teeth AFTER he eats because he likes to drink orange juice and he wants to have the freshest breath possible at school (? gum???)
• sometimes uses colour correcting moisturizer he found at the drugstore on his face because he has dark circles under his eyes
• he’s a morning person and is pretty cheerful despite going to bed at 4am

• wakes up at 6am every day
• work starts at 8 but it really starts whenever jumin calls her (which is usually around 6:30-7:00)
• showers before work in the morning
• has a closet full of business suits as well as a dresser full of t-shirts and jeans for her days off (when she gets one)
• drinks black coffee and reads the newspaper while she eats her breakfast
• has a cigarette or five depending on her level of stress she wakes up with (nobody knows she smokes)
• brushes her teeth after her smoke and douses herself in some expensive perfume jumin got her for christmas one year
• spends all morning in a towel until she’s done her hair and makeup, then gets dressed
• jumin calls to ask where he can buy the premium wet food for elizabeth, because the pet store he usually gets it from is closed this early in the morning and he needs it for her now
• jaehee questions her life and leaves the house at 7:30

• wakes up around 2pm if he has nothing to do that day
• if he has plans, he wakes up around 9
• he gets up and gets dressed for the gym, heading there 10 minutes after he wakes up
• comes home after an hour and takes a hot shower
• blow dries his hair and straightens it too
• checks himself out in the mirror for like 20 minutes
• sends a selfie to rfa chat because he is just feeling himself
• if he has no plans, he sits around at home in sweatpants and a tank top, networking with people online
• if he’s doing something important he will dress to impress as usual, each day he thinks: how can i dress myself to look more professional and put together than jumin han? (he’d literally have to wear a tuxedo for that lolol)
• usually settles with tight pants, fitted shirt, necklaces, and a long coat.
• sends a mass snapchat to all his contacts with his “ootd”
• jumin responds with a blurry picture of his desk. “ugly”
• zen blocks jumin on snapchat

• ohhhhhhhhhhboy
• jumin wakes up at 5 o'clock every morning
• he showers every night before bed and every morning before work
• he will typically lay in bed with elizabeth for 20-25 minutes, petting her and cuddling with her to start his day off right
• monday mornings he wakes up at 4:30 so he can take a bubble bath and relax before work
• sometimes he falls asleep in the bath for a few minutes and that’s when he realizes he needs to get out
• after his showers, he towel dries his hair and immediately gets dressed in his suit in the bathroom
• he is afraid to walk out of his bathroom naked because he’s paranoid luciel has cameras around or something (he’s just self conscious of his perfect body ???? ):
• he hates tucking in his shirt but he would never risk presenting himself poorly (good for u)
• he feeds elizabeth every morning and checks her water bowl, he will never ask anybody else to do this because he is a good and loving cat daddy
• the litter box is a different story
• jumins chef makes him breakfast because we all know daddy can’t cook
• this process takes at least 2 hours and he leaves around 7:15
• a limo drives him to work where jaehee is waiting for him by the door, two coffees in her hand (she is so sweet)
• jaehee got a tall black dark roast from starbs while jumin got a venti americano misto with sugar free vanilla flavour and whipped cream (the whipped cream reminds him of elizabeth’s fur LOL)
• walks into work like a big boss, ignores most of his employees as jaehee is smiling at everyone giving them a cute wave good morning
• arrives at his office and sits down like a graceful swan, and looks ahead at his computer screen, it’s off and his face reflects back at him in the monitor
• jumin takes a sip of his coffee and sighs. another day.

• does seven know what the morning is?
• does he separate his days into parts???
• morning for him is either 2am or 9pm and there is no in between
• he sleeps when his body forces him to
••• for the sake of this we will say seven stayed up late and had to get up in the morning for something important
• he got 3 hours of sleep
• hears his alarm clock and moves his arm around to slap it, but remembers he put it across the room because he would just hit snooze all morning
• growls to himself and rolls out of bed, smacking his alarm
• stands there for a while thinking of every excuse not to go to the thing
• he has to go to the thing
• walks to the bathroom at the speed of a snail and stares at himself in the mirror
• he looks 110% dead and questions his life harder than jaehee
• sits on the toilet and brushes his teeth with his eyes trying to close
• doesn’t take a shower in the morning
• doesn’t remember when he actually took a shower last
• doesn’t need to when you have strong deodorant and cologne ;) (ew)
• brushes his hair because it’s standing up in all directions
• gets dressed in whatever clothes he finds laying on his bedroom floor, smells them, and if they’re okay he puts them on
• seven is not a morning person and this is more torturous to him than losing a loved one

I work at a grocery store and opened at 6 this morning. 7:30-ish rolls around and my next cashier doesn’t come in until 9 so I’m alone when a man parks his cart at my register and answers ‘yes’ when I ask if he’s ready.

$300-something worth of food for a graduation party cook out later and I tell him his total. He says, "Oh, I’m waiting on the other cart, they have to get the buns and chips.“

Other cart????

The manager is at our adjoining gas station 80 or so yards down the street to give them their morning drawer and directly from there she has to do the morning bank run. There are no other cashiers. The customer refuses to break up the transaction. I can’t terminate a transaction without a manager’s badge swipe (which I would have done solely out of spite if I could have). There is a line of people in a rush to get their food for the day before going to work.

After over 10 agonizing minutes of being the cashier version of castrated here comes the other cart with another unholy amount of crap. 

They pay with a check. I can’t put a check over $200 through without a manager’s badge, it’s in the 430’s now.

My manager, bless her soul, comes in at a dead run, saying ‘oh God I’m sorry’ to me every breath. She swipes, I insert the check into the check printer- and this SOB says he has coupons that he hasn’t bothered to mention or take out this whole time.

I look him dead in the eye and let the machine take the check without giving him time to dig around for the coupons.

You wasted my time, you wasted other customers’s time, in these unfortunate long minutes I’ve known you, you have been a shit human being as a whole. You will pay full fucking price.

Moral of the story: don’t go through the check out unless you are 100% READY TO CHECK OUT GOOD LORD IT’S NOT A HARD CONCEPT

This is gonna be one long ass imagine lol! I didn’t want to leave y’all hangin so I just put half of the story in one chapter. Hope you enjoy. P.S. My baby Nate is looking extra fine in that picture^^^. Like Damn! 


Writing because I’m bored as hell and my last day of school was today so…..enjoy!

I was the “Newbie”. I had just started to work with Nate, Sam, and Dillion. In other words, they found me online, liked me, and wanted to meet me. Now I’m working with Freshlee Productions. It was like a dream come true. Sure, I was the new girl, but I had been working with them for almost 5 months now. I woke up everyday wondering what would happen next and things just kept getting better and better. 

It was around 7:30 and we had been in the studio since 8:30 this morning. “Aye, we should do something.” Sam said as he came out of the booth. I was sitting next to AbsolutP and Nate, working out some beats. “Yea, Im down.” I said spinning around in my chair and looking at Sam. “Where we going then?” Nate asked. “Go to a club or something?” Sam asked as he sat down on the couch next to Mike and Dillion. Mike and Dillion just nodded their heads then got sucked right back into their phones. We stayed at the studio for another 20 minutes before leaving. They dropped me off at my friend Taylor’s house, who I was staying with until I could find an apartment, and I got ready to go out. I changed into some High-rising leggings and a black crop top / half tank thing. I put on one of my over-sized white sox jersey’s and finished it with some Tims and some hoop earrings. I let down my hair and texted Nate to let him know that I was ready. 

About 30 minutes later, the doorbell rang. It was Sam and Mike. “Dayyyuuumm” Sam said after I stepped outside. “Lookin good girl” he said jokingly. “Whatever Sam.” I said playfully pushing his arm. “Did Taylor wanna come with us?” Mike asked. “No she just got home from a long day in San francisco. She’s knocked out.” I said as I made my way to the car. Mike just nodded his head and walked back to the car. I noticed that there was another car behind Nate’s. “Who’s in the car behind us?” I asked. “ Oh, that’s just Swazz, Wes, and Johnson. They decided to come with us.” Sam said. “John? He’s always messing with me.” I said groaning. “He doesn’t mean it in a bad way. If you get too annoyed, I’ll tell him to stop, Okay?” Mike said as he opened the door for me. I nodded my head and smiled then got into the passenger seat. When I sat down, I couldn’t help but notice how good Nate looked. I stared for about 3 seconds, then reached for my seatbelt. “What was that?” He asked with a smirk. “What was what?” “You just looked at me weird. Did I do something?” Nate asked concerned. “No, I- I was just - thinking. I thought I left something inside…but I’m good.” I said trying to make up a random story. He just nodded his head then put the car in drive.

Soon enough, we pulled up to some club called “Lure” in Los Angeles. We all got out the car and the first person I talked to was Swazz, of course. “You look Nice Y/N.” He said looking me up and down. “Thanks” I said with no enthusiasm at all. “You gonna dance with me tonight?” He asked as he put an arm around my shoulders. “Maybe…if you don’t piss me off.” “I promise, I’ll try not to.” He said with his other hand on his chest. Swazz was my friend…and that was it. He had a little crush on me but I didn’t see him like that. He gets that, but he still flirts with me and sometimes, it gets a little annoying. As we walked in, I said hi to Johnson and Wes. I followed the guys to the back of the club, where there was an empty spot. We got drinks and stuff and we all just bumped to the music. I was the only girl tonight, but it didn’t feel awkward at all. At least I knew that the guys would keep all the creeps away. In return, I had to act like the crazy girlfriend if a ratchet came up to them. It was a 50/50 thing going on. 

About 4 hours later, I was on my 2nd drink and Nate was on his third. Red Nose came on and he just came up behind me and grabbed my waist. I had danced with him before so it didn’t really surprise me. But, throughout the song, something felt different. Nate had his head a lot closer to mine and he kept bringing my hands up around his neck. We were both drunk but I definitely knew something else was going on. He turned me around as we continued to dance. My hands were around his neck and his hands were still on my hips. He pulled me closer as he looked deep into my eyes. His hand came up to the side of my face and seconds later…he kissed me. At first, I didn’t kiss back out of shock but then I went back in for another kiss. His lips were mesmerizing. The way he held me felt right and the way our lips felt together was like - like everything was in slow motion. The kiss kept getting deeper and deeper. Our breathing got even heavier as the heat grew. I had only kissed one guy in my entire life and it was nowhere near this. Just as things speed up, he slowed down. There was still all of this passionate tension that I couldn’t even explain. I almost forgot that we were in a club with hundreds of people around us. I pulled away out of the realization of what had just happened but our heads were still resting on each others. His hand was still on my cheek and the other on my waist. It was like he didn’t want to let me go…and I didn’t want him to. 

I didn’t really know what to do so I just waited for him to make the first move. He smiled then took his forehead off of mine and we just held each others hands. I didn’t know where the rest of the guys were but I didn’t want to take any chances. My smile slowly faded when I realized what had just happened. I took my hands out of his grasp and moved away slowly. He looked confused and honestly, I was confused too. Luckily, Johnson had come over and ask us if we wanted to leave. I ,of course, nodded my head and so did Nate. I looked at Nate one more time and noticed that he was just as confused as I was. 

We all got in the car and drove back home. I didn’t choose to ride in Swazz’s car, it just happened. But I’m glad that I did. I didn’t want any of the guys to know that Nate and I kissed. I was praying that Nate didn’t talk about it with any of them. John dropped me off at home and walked me to the door. “Thanks. Ill see you guys later.” I said giving him a hug and unlocking my door. “Wait, Y/N, are you okay? You seemed kind of out of it in the car”. “Yea…Im fine…just tired…and drunk.” I said with an awkward giggle. “oh maybe I should walk you upstairs.” He said biting his lip and taking a step towards me. I put my hand on his chest to stop him from coming any closer. “Goodnight John.” I said laughing then going into my house. 

When I went upstairs, I looked at my phone to see multiple texts from Nate:

Nate: Can we talk?

Nate: Did I do something wrong?

Nate: Y/N Please call me. I really need to talk to you. I don’t want you to be mad.

I didn’t want him to think that I was mad at him so I texted him back:

Y/N: Im not mad…Ill call you tomorrow. 

Nate was someone I could talk to about anything. When I was homesick, he was there to cheer me up. But, I never thought that we would have this type of conversation. I could think anymore. I just closed my eyes and hoped that tomorrow would be a better day.

The Next Morning

I woke up the next morning to the smell of pancakes and coffee. I brushed my teeth and my hair then went downstairs. I found taylor in the kitchen pouring coffee in two mugs. “Good morning Tay. What’s all this for?” I asked as I sat down at the counter with a plate of pancakes in front of me. “I don’t know I just felt really good this morning. It’s beautiful outside, my best friend is living with me, and I had a great time last night in the city. Nothing can change how I feel today.” She said before she took a bite of her pancakes. “Hey can…get some free advice?” I asked as I took a sip of my coffee. “Of course.” “I um…kissed someone last night. We both had a few drinks but it seemed like we were both fully aware of what was going on.” “Did you…like it?” she asked with smirk. “I mean…it was way better than any other kiss I have had. But, he’s my friend.” “WAIT, YOU KISSED ONE OF THE GUYS? WHO?” “Uh…Nate.” I said bashfully and taking a bite of my pancakes. “I knew it! Are you going out with him now? Do the rest of them know? Do you like him back?” “Woah woah calm down. I haven’t even talked to him about it yet. I was gonna do it after breakfast so…can we just drop it for now. Please?” Taylor nodded her head and went back to eating her breakfast.

I went upstairs and got cleaned up and dressed. I was so nervous about calling him but I knew that I had to. I dialed his number and took a deep breath. It only took him two rings to answer. “Y/N. Hang on let me get away from everyone.” I waited for him to come back on the phone, which felt like hours. “Sorry about that.” “It’s no problem.” I said nervously. “I was just calling…to talk about last night.” “Uh yea…about that. Im really sor-” “Don’t apologize…I um - I didn’t hate it actually.” I said biting my lip. I could hear him laugh a little on the phone which almost sent me through the moon. “So why were you so upset last night after…the uh…” “I don’t know. I didn’t know where your head was about it.” “Y/N, I like you, a lot.” I was quiet for a second. I was happy to hear the words come out of his mouth but I knew that there would be some consequences for dating him. “I-I feel the same way…there’s just some things that are in the way of that.” “Like what?” “Um…I-I don’t want to cause any drama. I know how fans get.” I said sadly. “If they don’t support me and my decisions and the people I care for, then they aren’t real fans.” He said in his stern but calm voice that drove me absolutely crazy. All I did was sigh. “So?” he said. “So what?” “Can we go out?” “I guess.” I said rolling my eyes and laughing. “Aight!” He said with excitement. “What time should I come over there?” “Im ready ,so whenever” “Ill be there in 5 minutes.” I laughed and agreed. After I hung up the phone, I heard running, I knew Taylor had been listening. I got my stuff together and went downstairs to find her sitting on the couch. “Where you going?” She asked. “You already know where i’m going.” I said, putting a hand on my hip. She pretended not to know where I was going. Just then, the door rang “Ill see you later then.” 

I went to answer the door to find Nate standing there with a cute side smirk. I couldn’t help but smile. “You ready?” He asked holding out his hand. I nodded then shut the door behind me. He opened the door for me then got in on his side. “So, where we goin?” I asked. “No one ever goes bowling anymore.” He said as he started to drive. “Bowling? Seriously?” I said laughing. “Yea, why not?” He said looking at me with a mesmerizing side smile. “Okay. Im down. Just know that Im gonna own you.” “Oh really. Well I used to Bowl in High School.” He said laughing. “Stop playin. You played basketball.” “Pssh. That was my side sport.” He said laughing. “So what if I didn’t Bowl in High School. You still aint gonna beat me.” “We’ll see Skate.”

4 Hours Later

We were done bowling and we’re on our way to get some food. “I told you I’d win.” I said giggling. “You won by 4 points.” He said trying to hide his smile. “Yea, 4 points that beat your ass!” I said, pretending to dust off my shoulders. “Fair game, fair game.” He said smiling. We pulled up to a diner and ordered our food. We only got fries, Chicken strips, and milk shakes. The Chicken strips were for him because ya know…animals are friends, not food. We had a great conversation about music, us, and why our food was taking so long. Everything was great but 20 minutes in, a group of fans came over and asked for pictures. Nate took pictures with his fans and I did the same with mine. One of them asked me, “Are you guys dating or something?” All I did was smile. I didn’t want to say anything just yet, until I knew we were both okay. It was starting to get a little crowded as more and more fans found out we were here. Nate motioned me to get in the car, and we both did. The people at the diner had to help us get out of the parking lot, which took another 10 minutes. We were almost to my house when Nate said, “You know we’re gonna be twitter famous for the next few days.” “That’s what i’m afraid of.” I said nervously. We pulled up to my house and I got out of the car. He walked me to the door and just as I was about to open the door, he turned me around and pushed me gently up against the wall. He waited for a moment then pressed his lips up against mine. I instantly felt like Jell-o. My hands snaked through his hair as his arm was wrapped tight around my waist. The kiss only lasted for a few seconds but it felt like hours. “I won’t let them mess with you Y/N. Once they see how much you mean to me, they’ll understand. I never wanna see you upset.” He said, then kissing me one more time. I blushed then he let me off of the wall. I opened the door then turned around to take one more look at him. “Ill see you at rehearsal tomorrow.” I said as I leaned against the door. “Night Lil.” he said smiling before turning around and walking back to his car. I closed the door and walked upstairs. I had an uncontrollable smile on my face the rest of the night. I haven’t been this happy in a long time.

The Next Morning (Nate’s P.O.V)

I woke up and checked twitter. Y/N hadn’t posted anything about last night, but the fans definitely went to work. They had pictures of us at the bowling alley
and at the diner. There were more nice comments than ignorant ones. I hope this didn’t change her mind about us. I called her up to see when she was going to go to the venue for rehearsal. 

Phone Convo:

Me: Morning Lil

Y/N: “Good morning Nate” she said in her tired voice.

Me: What time are you gonna be at the venue? I can meet you there.

Y/N: I just got out the shower now so about an hour.

Me: Aight cool, i’ll see you in a minute

Y/N: Okay 

Me: Oh and next time you take a shower…call me

Y/N: “Oh my gosh, get outta here.” She said laughing

Me: Bye Babe

Y/N: Bye

I got dressed as fast as possible. Sam was already downstairs waiting for me. I rushed out of the door and we both got in the car. 5 minutes into the car ride, Sam said “So how was your date with Y/N?” I was taken off guard. “How’d you know about that?” I said, still keeping my eyes on the road. “It’s all over twitter bro.” “Oh”. I should have known this would blow up. “You finally went out with her after two fucking months of liking her.” He said nudging my shoulder. “Yea…She’s cool bro. I don’t know why I waited so long.” I said trying to keep my smile away because I knew Sam was gonna call me “whipped”. We pulled up to the building and got out the car. “Don’t make this such a big deal, okay? I don’t want you to scare her.” I said as we entered the building. “I know man, damn. Ill play it cool.” I went backstage to put some of my things down when I saw Y/N, sitting on the couch, looking at her phone. I could tell something was up because she always bit the corner of her lip when she was nervous. “Hey Y/N.” I said as I walked into the room. “Oh hey” She said with a smile. She got up and gave me a hug. “You okay?” “Yea, why?” she said letting go and making her way back to the couch and sitting down. “When I came in here, you seemed nervous about something.” “Oh…yea…Im fine…really.” She said trying to convince me everything was fine. Im pretty sure she saw some of the annoying comments on twitter. Maybe I should talk about it with her after rehearsal. 

~A few hours later~

Y/N’s P.O.V.

We were done with rehearsal and all three of us were walking backstage for a break. I went into the dressing room and checked my phone. The first thing I went to was twitter. The ignorant comments just kept rolling in. I didn’t want to get mad in front of the guys, so I had to excuse myself. “Um, Ill be right back.” I said taking a step out the door. “You okay?” Sam asked. “Yea, just need some air.” I glanced at Nate then went out the door. I was so heated. I did nothing wrong to  these people. Hell, Ive never even met most of them. I took a deep breathe and called taylor. 

~Phone Convo~

“Tay, I need to talk to you.” I said as I paced back and fourth. 

“Oh shit, what’s wrong.” she said, in fear of what I was about to say next.

 “Is this what I get for going out on one date with him? I get fucking death threats and shit all because I like Nate. It happened last night and I already have at least 2,000 tweets on how I’m all wrong for him and that Im basically worth less than shit! I don’t usually get mad about this kind of stuff but when its over some petty shit, it fucking annoys me!” I said ferociously. 

“Woah, first of all, chill out. Go smoke some next time, before you call me.” She said in a calming voice. 

“Im sorry.” I said trying to calm myself. 

“Secondly, do you like Nate?” 

“Yea…i really do.” 

“Then go talk to him. I know I’m your best friend and all but you should be talking to him first.” 

“You’re right.” 

“I know I am boo, but for future reference, don’t kill anyone. Ive never heard you so mad before girl, Damn!” She said laughing. I couldn’t help but laugh with her.

 “Im so sorry tay.” “Its cool, go talk to him, then call me later okay?”

“Okay, thank you.”

“Of course.”

With that, we hung up. I went to go open the door but Nate was already leaning against the, waiting for me. “You scared me.” I said putting my hand over my heart. “My bad.” He said with side smirk. “How much did you hear?” I said regretful. “Enough.” “I didn't mean for you to hear all that.” “Its cool, I just wish you would have came to me first.” He said, putting his hands in his front pockets. “Yea, I know. I just didn’t want you to think about anything bad before tonight.” “Look, if there is something going on with you, I wanna know.” He said taking a step towards me and wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling me closer. It felt really good to be this close to him…it felt right. “Well you defininitley know now.” I said looking down out of embarrassment. “Baby girl its all good. Ill take care of it.” He lifted my chin then brushed a strand of hair out of my face. He brought his lips to mine and there was instant heat. Our breathing was in sync as my hand rested on his shoulder and his arm still wrapped around me tight. It was like everything else went away and I instantly knew that what we had was way to special to give up.

Empty Promise


Hurling your booties to the floor as soon as you entered the house, you quickly stomped up the stairs, mind absolutely fuming.

Pulling off your dress before even reaching the bedroom, you let it slip to the ground, completely carless to where it landed.

Making a beeline straight for the restroom, you pulled off the rest of your undergarments, turning on the shower to the hottest temperature you could handle.

Stepping in, you faced the wall, letting the hot water rush down your back, needing the steam to sooth you as soon as possible.

Leaning your head back, you raised a hand to smooth out your hair before shifting so that the water could focus on your tense shoulders.

Feeling a small sob escape your lips, you leaned forwards to rest your forehead on the slick tile as the steam started to gather around.

Back hunched, you let the rest of your sobs rack through your body, fighting to finally be felt after weeks and weeks of pushing them away.

Sniffling, you absentmindedly went through the rest of your shower routine, sluggishly moving as you did.

Carefully stepping out as you finished, you firmly wrapped one of the towels around you body, shuffling over to stand in front of the mirror.

Wiping the fog off with one hand, you let the other brush back strands of hair that clung to parts of your face, finally capturing your broken demeanor.

Taking a shallow breath in, you preceded to open the door, allowing the steam to clear out from the bathroom.

Walking over to the closet, you started to pull out different shirts when suddenly you heard the front door slam downstairs.

Feeling anger bubble up again, you mentally beat yourself up for taking so long in the shower. You had planned to be asleep, if not at least just laying in bed, anything to avoid him for the rest of the night.

As his heavy footsteps neared closer and closer, you forced yourself to stay muted, rubbing a towel through your wet hair in front of the mirror.

Hey babe”

You saw a blonde head pass the doorframe followed by the sound of his phone being plugged into its charger.

Completely ignoring him, you flipped the towel to rest over the shower railing, hurriedly taking out your contacts.

Now shirtless, he stepped into the bathroom, quietly wrapping his arms around your waist.

Dropping his head to kiss the crook of your neck, you immediately brushed him off, stepping out to the carpet.

Whoa okay, what’s your deal?”

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