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Take Responsibility

Originally posted by wonhosjaan

This is my first story in YEARS and also my first ever smut so be gentle but feel free to give criticism or send asks/requests. I’m slow with everything so…we’ll see how that goes. Ps I wrote this on my phone and idk how to tumblr on my phone. How does one tumbl?

Genre: Smut / Crack

Warnings: Masturbation (male receiving) Bad humor

Summary: You must own the bone.

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Clingy(Part 2)

But baby please, won’t you love me?”


After Ed had left, I couldn’t help but feel like I was forgetting something. After pondering over it for a couple of minutes while standing in the hallway like an idiot, I finally remembered the text that Y/N had sent me. I had forgotten to reply, as I had gotten caught up in talking to Ed. I quickly pulled out my phone from my pocket, and checked the message.

As soon as I had seen that Y/N texted me, Ed had started talking about her, and I didn’t get the chance to reply.

I read the text, and it said that she had a surprise for me. It was strange that the text was received more than an hour ago. Usually, she sent a lot of texts if I didn’t reply.

I recalled the conversation that I had just had with Ed. I understood that I had said some pretty harsh words, the words that I should have never said about anyone, let alone my own girlfriend. I remembered Ed’s words,

She only does these things for you because she cares. And she wants you to care for her as well. If you’re bothered by it, then maybe it’s time for you to re-consider your priorities.”

Now that I looked at the text messages that she had sent to me in the past weel, I couldn’t help but feel guilty for ever saying what I did.

Haz, I missed you so much today, I almost died. (I’m kidding, but I did miss you a lot)

Do you think we could meet at Johnny’s Café tonight? If you’re free…

Have you eaten dinner yet? I’m on my way to yours, I can bring something if you want?

Take care, my prince.

And there were many more that I hadn’t bothered replying to. I admitted that what I had done was wrong, so I decided to call her. As I clicked on her contact picture, I couldn’t help the strange feeling in my gut.

For a minute, I just stared at her picture. She was so beautiful, and I was lucky enough to be able to call her mine. I shouldn’t be taking her for granted.

With a promise to myself to never think about her like that again, I called her, ready to ask her to come over, as well as about the surprise she had. However, I felt nervous when she didn’t pick up. She usually picked up pretty soon.

Taking a seat on the couch, I decided to wait.

Maybe she’s busy, I thought.

Still though, I couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in my stomach. I felt like there was something terribly wrong, and it worried me. What if she’s sick? Should I call her again? Should I go over to hers? For a second there, I just thought about how pathetic I was. Here I was complaining about her, when I was pretty much doing the same. Was this how she felt when I didn’t reply? I decided to try again after a while. But before I knew it, I had passed out on the couch.

It was dark outside when I woke up again. The first thing I did was check my phone. Strangely, there were no texts or calls from Y/N. I called her again, hoping she would pick up. She did:

“Hello?” she said.

For some reason, it didn’t sound right. It didn’t sound like her. I tried to ignore that as I replied,

“Ey’ love, haven’t heard from you much today.”

“Yeah I, umh, stayed up late last night and just slept through the day.” She said.

Her voice almost shook as she said it, and I found myself wondering just what I had missed.

“Baby, are yeh ‘kay?” I asked.

She sniffled before replying, “Yeah. I’m good. I was just reading a sad book, ‘got me a little emotional.” 

Her reply did little to settle my nerves, but I decided not to pressure her.

“Awwh baby, you wanna’ come over? Can do something to cheer yeh up?”

I was hoping she would say yes, because although we had spent the day together yesterday, I yearned for her presence after the realizations that I had made today.

“Umm, I actually have to go somewhere today. So…” Her reply wasn’t what I was hoping for, I wanted her to come over to me, to spend time with me. I knew that I had been unfair to her, but I couldn’t help the remorse that I felt right now.

“Oh, tha’s okay, ‘can do somethin’ tomorrow, yeah?” I asked.

“Yeah, we’ll see, I guess.

 Her replies were so monotone, I found it hard to believe that this was the same girl whom I had been with yesterday.

“Are yeh sure you’re okay?’ I asked.

“Listen Harry, I have to go right now, I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

That was it. She hung up before I could say anything.

It had been three weeks since that day. Y/N had been getting more and more distant with time. She rarely smiled, and when she did, it was never at me. Whenever I suggested meeting up, she made up some excuse as to why she couldn’t get there. It had been a long time since I had gotten to kiss her, it was usually just a peck that never lasted more than a few seconds. When we hugged, I could feel her body get tense, and it was clear that she felt uncomfortable. Her random texts that used to annoy me, they weren’t there anymore.

I should have been happy but I can’t describe the melancholy in the pit of my stomach, that unknown feeling that kept eating away at me. This wasn’t what I had wanted, this wasn’t how I had intended it to be. I wanted nothing more than to get back what we had.

I promised myself that this time, I would be a better man. I would do it right, I would treat her the way she deserves to be treated. But the way she had been acting lately, it made me feel like I had done something so bad that I couldn’t undo. It killed me to see her this way. My only wish was to get back the Y/N that I had developed such strong feelings for, and this time, I vowed to never take her for granted.

It was a Wednesday when I asked Y/N to come over at my place. She said that she couldn’t come because she wasn’t feeling too well. I offered to come over at hers, but she refused. The helplessness that I felt killed me inside. I decided to go to the café nearby, for a cup of coffee.

As I opened the door, the sight in front of me made my heart drop to my stomach. Y/N was sitting at a table in the back of the café, looking out the window. She was alone, and there was a cup in front of her that still had steam coming out of it. What absolutely killed me though, was how she looked so… sad

This wasn’t like her, she was always so happy, so excited and so full of affection. I felt my eyes watering at the sight of my girl looking so alone, so sad.

I had always been taught to treat a woman right. Whether it be a stranger, or a friend. It was something that my mum had embedded into me, and it was a part of me now.

I couldn’t help but feel disappointed in myself as I looked at the girl that I loved. My thoughts halted to a stop at that


It certainly sounded scary, the thought of loving someone. But then I realized that yes, I did love her. 

That feeling whenever I looked at her? How it pissed me off that she’d put herself in difficulty just to see me? How it absolutely killed me inside to see her so unhappy? I did indeed love her, and it was about time that I let her know that.

I was determined to make things right.

With this thought, I started walking towards the table that she sat at alone. As I slid in the seat opposite to her, she seemed to not even notice, she was staring out the window and it looked like she was in another world, a world that I wasn’t a part of.

That was when I noticed the silent tear sliding down her cheek. It tore me apart, what had happened that she felt the need to hide and lie to me? What had happened to my girlfriend that forced her to run away from me?

I slid into the seat next to her, my hand slowly moving to hold her slightly trembling ones that were placed on her lap. She seemed startled at the sudden contact, and turned around to face me as a gasp escaped her.

“Ha-Harry, what are you doing here?”

Even her voice wavered as she asked me the question. My fingers raised to wipe off the tears on her cheeks, before she turned her face down.

“Y/N, how long are you going to play this game for?’’

It came out harsher than I had intended for it to be, but I had to let her know that it was killing me to see her like this.

“What are you talking about?” she replied, her voice back to being expressionless, once again giving me no clue as to how she felt.

“You know what I’m talking about. You’ve been acting so distant lately, you never want to meet up, you don’t want any sort of physical contact, heck, you don’t even pick up when I call you! What am I supposed to make out of that? I hate this, I hate whatever this is that we have become.”

I burst out. I felt my heart stop as she turned around to face me, her eyes bloodshot, her distress was clear as she quietly remarked,

“Wasn’t this what you wanted?”

I didn’t understand, I didn’t understand what was happening.

When I didn’t reply, she continued, her voice barely above a whisper,

“You remember that day I said that I had a surprise for you?”

I nodded as I felt my heart sinking lower in my chest, recalling the words and events that had taken place on that particular day. I had forgotten to ask her about the surprise, and she never really talked about it afterwards.

Heck, she didn’t talk to me about anything after that apart from the short responses that came when I asked her a question.

“I came over at your house that day, when Ed was there. I didn’t want to disturb you two, so I tried to be quiet. Little did I know, I was the topic of your conversation. I heard everything you said that day, Harry. How else was I supposed to act after that?”

I felt the world caving in on me as I recalled the words that I had said.

She tries too hard”

“She’s always around me”

She’s just, clingy.”

I had no idea as to how I was going to make things right, but I was determined to try. I had to let her know that I had made a mistake. Probably the biggest mistake in my life, something that could cause me to lose the girl of my dreams.

“Baby, I know it all sounded wrong. But it was a mistake. I was confused about my feelings. I admit, it did start to annoy me a bit, but after not being able to have you for so long, I’ve realized that I was at fault. You only did all that because you cared. And I love you for that.”

It seemed as if the world stopped, as she looked in my eyes. Her sad, yet beautiful eyes, stared into mine.

“L-Love?” she croaked out.

This was it. This was the moment that would decide the rest of my life. I prayed with everything in me that she would feel the same.

“Yes, love. I love you, and I’m not afraid to admit that anymore. I understand if you don’t feel the same. Heck, I understand if you hate me. Even I hate myself right now. But baby please, won’t you love me? Won’t you give me a chance? I promise that I’ll treat you right this time. I’ll show you that I care. Because I do; I may not have been the best at showing that before, but I do care. I care because I love you.”

I had poured my innermost feelings for her in this, I had showed my deepest emotions, and I prayed, oh how I prayed, that I would get one more chance to make it all right.

I hadn’t even noticed the tears streaming down my face until she lifted her hand to cup my cheek and wiped away the fallen tears. My eyes shut slowly as I leaned in to her touch.

I just now realized how much I had missed her touch, her sweet smell that lured me into her.

“I love you too, Harry. But you have to understand that what you said, really hurt me, and it’s not that easy for me to forget everything that happened.”

As much as the next words made my guilt grow, I couldn’t help the warm feeling that engulfed me, just by her words.

She loved me.

She loved me back.

The girl that I loved, actually loved me back the same.

“I promise that I’ll do anything to get your forgiveness. I’ll show you that you can trust me. I promise.” I said, as I got down on my knees in front of her.

She looked shocked as she kneeled down beside me.

“Harry, get up.”

“But baby, I need you to forgive me.” I stated, as I saw the playful glint back in her eyes. It showed me that she was happy, and that was all that I wished for.

“Okay, okay. I forgive you. Just get up, you dork.” I smiled as she took me into her embrace, her hands wrapped around my neck as my face nuzzled in her hair.

“I love you, baby. I really do.” I said, as my hands tightened around her waist.

“I love you too.” She replied, her hands weaving through my hair.

“Say it again?” I requested, desperate to hear the confirmation that someone as perfect as her, actually loved me back.

“I love you, I love you, I love you. Even though you’re a jerk at times.”

“I’m your jerk though, ain’t I, pet?” We didn’t need words as our lips connected, letting the most intimate parts of ours speak for themselves.

“By the way, you’re moving in with me. I can’t stay without you anymore.”+

She only nodded in response, before crashing her lips with mine once again.

JK: *Done watching PTCOMR*

J: *giggling* That was fun, drinking soju live.

JM: Thats true hyung!! Im so happy to be invited with you! *Saw JK on the couch, sits on his lap* Oh hi baby!! You waited for me? awwh my baby is so sweet..

JK: Im not, and get off me you smell like soju. *remind himself to be angry*

JM: Lets take a shower then..

J: Ohhh shoootttt, give us a break love birds..

JK: *Stood up with a giggling JM in his amrs* Well sorry hyung, i need to give punishment to night. Goodnight Hyung..

Dating Mingyu would include...
  • my big clumsy baby aww
  • he gets even more clumsy when he gets feelings 
  • like he just finds you so distracting that he can’t seem to even walk straight
  • or talk straight
  • tbh he can’t even look at you without blushing massively 
  • he gets so much teasing from the boys 
  • they keep pushing him to ask you out and eventually he gets so fed up of it he actually does
  • he buys you flowers and stammers out a confession
  • blushes bright red when you say yes but beams
  • he takes you to a dog cafe
  • honestly where else
  • and you spend the afternoon just sitting and talking and playing with all these gorgeous dogs with a gorgeous boy
  • he insists on paying for every drink and snack you have and at the end of the date he’s spent close to 150,000 KRW (~£100)
  • but it’s well worth it bc dogs
  • such a fun relationship
  • mingyu is all over the place all the time and that means you have to go with him
  • it also means always carrying around a first aid kit in case he gets hurt bc he is so clumsy
  • you constantly remind him of the stuff he forgets and have to pack his bag for him when he goes on tour in case he forgets anything important
  • he can be quite mischievous when he wants to be and is a nightmare if he teams up with one of the boys
  • god forbid you give him too many sweets
  • is very clingy
  • and whines like a baby when you don’t pay enough attention to him
  • also pouts like a baby when you spend your time with someone else
  • so he makes sure to hold onto you a lot and have lots of pda so people know that you’re his
  • he begs you to adopt a puppy every other week 
  • no matter how many times you tell him you’re too busy for a dog
  • sulks for a solid hour afterwards
  • he cooks for you a fair amount and also teaches you to cook 
  • it normally ends in burnt food and very messy make out sessions but oh well
  • you hang out with wonwoo a lot just because mingyu does
  • it ends up in you and wonwoo becoming quite close
  • so it goes from you third wheeling with them to mingyu thrid wheeling on yours and wonwoo’s gossip sessions
  • likes laying with his head on your lap
  • and makes you stroke his hair
  • don’t stop he’ll get annoyed
  • likes braiding your hair and is surprisingly good at it
  • says i love you quite easily because despite some insecurities, he’s very sure of his feelings
  • but doesn’t throw the words around
  • he recognises that the words mean a lot and uses them accordingly because he wants you to know that he means every ounce of it

anonymous asked:

Headcanon where Luke takes you out for Valentine’s Day and u guys have kids so it’s a nice break from them but u just miss ur little babies

  • Awwh this would be the cutest.
  • Luke had put so much thought into the date – determined that you would finally get a day together when you didn’t have to worry about your little girl’s favourite teddy going missing or your son spitting up on another one of your shirts.
  • Although you both adored your family, it had been a long time since the two of you had been able to spend some quality time together.
  • It was difficult because you both enjoyed being romantic with one another. It was just hard to do when you had children screaming around the house.
  • So, Valentine’s Day had been planned well in advance.
  • It was strange because neither of you really bought into the whole cheesiness of the day, but it was the perfect opportunity to reconnect with one another.
  • Spencer (with the help of Penelope) was on babysitting duty so you would be completely relaxed about leaving your kids at home.
  • Getting out of the house was a little difficult. It would take at least an hour to settle your baby boy and Luke would end up having to pry his leg free from your little girl’s clutches who was upset at being left behind.
  • She would be furious that her adorable pout wasn’t working on her father (who she usually had wrapped around her little finger).
  • However, after some bargaining (allowing her to watch Frozen, dress Spencer up as Elsa and turn Roxy into Sven) she finally waved you off happily.
  • The date itself would be amazing. You would find it incredible that after all this time Luke still could make your heart flutter and cheeks blush.
  • But, a cry from the table next to you would immediately distract you from your wonderful date. You couldn’t help but feel a little twinge of sadness as the mother comforted her baby.
  • It was completely irrational, but you just missed yours already.
  • You had been so excited at the thought of getting a day off, you had forgotten how hard it could be to be separated from your children.
  • Fortunately, judging by the expression on Luke’s face, he felt the same.
  • So, you were both just foolish parents who were completely smitten with their babies.
  • However, you would still take Spencer up on his offer to babysit next weekend because Luke had planned a night away in a hotel to make up for the failed Valentine’s plans.
  • As much as you loved your children, the promise of an uninterrupted night together was something neither of you could pass up.

Craig’s clothes are really warm…

someone needs to get that kid a jacket, he’s gonna freeze his cute little booty off!

Well...That Was Awkward (Austin Carlile)

a/n: Wow. Jesus. This may be cheesy and I might’ve sorta maybe changed it up a bit. Them Austin feels, man….they hit you hard.


Your P.O.V:

Alright. Everything was packed and ready to go.

Clothes? Check. Toothbrush? Check. Bathroom necessities? Check. Paperwork and computer? Check and check. I let out a sigh as I finished shuffling through my suitcase. I had everything I needed. Moving my eyes from the zipped bag to the nightstand, they landed on a picture frame. It was a photo from the beach that was taken on a family outing. Two smiling faces in that picture brought one of my own to my lips. My husband, Austin and Bryn, our 15 year old daughter. I moved forward to grab a hold of the frame and starred at it for what seemed like an eternity.

Tears were starting to spring up to my eyes, but I didn’t noticed until one fell onto the glass, splashing our smiles. Stop crying. It’s just for a couple weeks. No big deal. I was leaving for a business trip and wasn’t going to be back for 2 weeks. Just the thought of being away from my family made me sad, but I knew I would be able to call whenever. Sucking in a deep breath, I put the frame back and lifted the suitcase off the bed and carried it downstairs. There, waiting for me, was the two most important people in my life.

“Mom! You need help?” Bryn jumped up from the couch when I reached the bottom step. Shaking my head no, I was quickly stopped by Austin as he followed her and came to grab the bag from me.

Sighing, I smiled at them, “Thank you,” Austin smiled back and leaned down to kiss my cheek. “Okay, you guys ready to go?”

“No. Do you have to go?” Bryn groaned, pouting her lip slightly.

Chuckling, I put my arm around her shoulders. “Yes sweetie, I have to go. Now come on, my plane leaves in a few hours.”

Driving to the airport was tough. Austin hadn’t said a word, which I knew was because he didn’t know what to say. Bryn, however, was begging me to stay the entire ride there. I hadn’t been away from her this long. Ever. I mean, with Austin it was different because I had to deal with him being gone for months, but I never was away from my baby. Pulling up to the curb, we got out and Austin went to retrieve my luggage.

“It’s just a couple short weeks,” I said calmly when I saw tears building up in my daughters eyes. “I’ll be home before you know it.” Pulling her into a hug, I tried to keep it together as she started crying into my chest. Stroking her long, dark brown hair that resembled Austin’s, I whispered, “Shhh, hey it’ll be alright. You can call me whenever you want. We can Skype and FaceTime anytime. Okay?”

She nodded and sniffed, pulling away to look up at me. “Okay.”

I smiled and cupped her cheeks, wiping away her tears. “That’s my girl.” She smiled back and looked up at her father. Austin was standing there silently, hands in his pockets and eyes glued to the ground. I frowned and glanced at Bryn, raising my eyebrows as if saying “Awwh the poor baby”.

With a slight frown, I reached up to take his face in my hands and lifted it. Looking in his eyes, I could see the worry, sadness, and helplessness swirling in them like raging storm clouds. He sighed and covered my hands with his.

“Y/N…I-I don’t know if I ca-”

“Hush. I know you can handle this. You got this, okay? Everything’s going to be the same, it’s just that I’m not going to be there.” I think I was saying it more for myself then for him, but we both needed it. The boarding call for my flight echoed through the speakers of the intercom, “Flight 0037 for New York now boarding.”

I sighed, smiling sadly up at Austin and stood up on my toes. He leaned down and met me half-way for a kiss. It was short, but the love that passed between us could be felt. We pulled away and I looked over at my daughter, her cheeks already tear stained. I pulled her into another hug and whispered that everything would be fine.

Once I had my luggage in hand, I smiled at my family. “Alright, I’ll be back in a couple weeks, okay? No parties at the house,” I said sternly as I pointedly looked at Austin. “Be good and don’t set the house on fire. And for Christ’s sake, stay out of trouble you two!” Bryn and Austin looked at each other and grinned deviously, chuckling. I rolled my eyes at them and kissed both of their cheeks. I turned to walk into the airports entrance, but just before I went in, I turned around and waved, “I love you both!” And with that, I hurried off the catch my flight.

Bryn’s P.O.V:

The drive home was quiet. Dad hadn’t said a word the whole time and I just stayed silent, because I didn’t know what to say and it was a bit uncomfortable to be honest. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I loved my Dad to death, but we hadn’t been that close since I was younger.

Suddenly, he cleared his throat, drawing my attention to him. “So, while your Mom’s gone, what do you want to do?” It came out a little hesitant, and I didn’t blame him. I was nervous too. How were we going to survive with Mom?

“Uhh…well, we could just stay home and play on the Xbox.” I said with a shrug. “I don’t really feel like doing anything.” That was a straight up lie, but I guess he bought it because he didn’t sigh like Mom did.

“Oh…sure. But, like, we’ve got a whole full two weeks, Bryn. Don’t you want to do something else?”

Yes. “Naah, I like staying in doors.” I looked over at my Dad at smiled and it got bigger when he smiled back.

Focusing on the road again, I could’ve swore he said, “Just like your mother..”


It was early evening when we got back to the house. As soon as the car stopped, I hopped out and walked to the door, waiting for Dad to unlock it. Once inside, we just stood there. We didn’t exactly know what to do with ourselves. Dad looked completely lost and I could sort of understand why; he was usually on tour and never got to stay at home for more than a month or so. Even then, we hardly did anything but the only time we did end up doing something was when Mom forced us to go out.

Reaching up, Dad rubbed the back of his nervously. “Uh…are you hungry?” I nodded, feeling my grumbling stomach. “I’ll order us some pizza, them.” With that, he smiled, probably happy he did something right and pulled out his phone to call.

I walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch, pulled out my phone and kicked up my feet on the coffee table. Opening the tumblr app on my phone, I started aimlessly scrolling and reblogging. There were several messages in my ask; most gushing over the fact that my Dad is the famous Austin Carlile, others pointless hate about the same thing. But, that was expected, unfortunately. Bryn Carlile, 15-(almost 16)-year-old getting hate for something I couldn’t control. Sad. But it never bothered me. Not really.

I had just switched to Twitter when Dad walked in and plopped himself down next to me, making the cushion underneath me push up and sent me almost flying off the couch. I let out a shriek and turned to look at my Dad with wide eyes. His matched mine and we stayed still just looking at each other with a ‘what in the actual fuck’ expression, then all of a sudden we both burst out laughing. We laughed until our stomachs hurt and I ended up on the ground.

“Oh my god…I can’t…I can’t breathe!” I wheezed out, clutching my abdomen. Dad was wiping the tears from under his eyes and covered his mouth. Our laughter started to calm down then he shook his head, still laughing pretty hard and suddenly snorted. Starring at each other again, we started laughing again. I was dying on the floor and Dad was wheezing on the couch.

Coughing, he waved his hands in the air. “No! No more! Don’t do anything. You’re gonna make me lose it again.”

“Me?! More like you! Don’t even look at me, I’m not going to be able to stop.” I laugh for a couple more minutes and then smile up at the ceiling. I hadn’t laughed like this in a really long time. The last I did was a long time ago, probably when I was still super close with my Dad. Maybe things could be like this again…

I popped up to my feet and turn on the tv, then switch on the Xbox. Spinning around, I grinned at the sprawled out heap on the couch. “Wanna go a few rounds while we wait for the pizza?”

A competitive glint sparked in his eyes and he sat up. “You’re on, princess.” Just when I handed him a controller, the door bell rings.

My eyebrows furrow. “Wow. That was fast..” But Dad had this guilty look on his face. “Uh oh…what’d you do?” He shook his head and nodded to the door as a gesture for me to go open it. Hesitantly, I walked to the door and opened it and gasped. “No fucking way.”

“Hey! Watch your language, missy.” The shortest man said, ruining his stern look and grinned at me. The entire Of Mice&Men band was here. Or in other words, my uncles. I smiled shyly and covered my mouth, stepping aside to let them in. “Sorry, Uncle Aaron.”

The guys filed in and they all greeted me with a kiss on the cheek. I turned back to see them greeting and talking with my Dad. Except, wait, I only saw thre- “Ahhhh!!” A pair of gangly arms picked me up and rushed inside.

“Aha! Got you now!” the voice of my attacker shouts in triumph.

“Alan! You little shit, PUT ME DOWN!” I shouted at him, kicking my legs around as he runs around with me over his shoulder. He just laughs and shouts 'NEVER!’. I sigh and glare, but secretly I’m enjoying this because I hadn’t seen them in so long.

“Dad! Dad, come oooonn!” All I can hear is laughter. “DADDY!” I finally scream out as Alan throws me down on the chair and starts tickling me. Squealing, I try to crawl away while laughing. “ALAN! Oh my god! Stop, I’m not 5 anymore!”

Finally stopping, he stepped back and laughed at me. “Jesus Bryn, brush your hair.”

Groaning, I adjusted my shirt and pushed the long chunks out of my face, running a hand through it to tame the messy curls. I locked my glare on Alan as I stood up and fixed my hands firmly on my hips. “You’re such a little kid, Alan. For christ’s sake, you almost made me shit myself.”

Alan just snickered and ruffled my hair. “Don’t you have a potty mouth. Austin, what did you do to her?”

Dad shook his head and shrugged. “Nothing. That all Y/N, right there.”

“Yeah, Y/N could swear up a storm. ” Tino added in. “Hey, remember that one time we all got drunk on the American Dream tour and she got into trouble…” He started up with a story that I’d heard countless times before but listening to them talk was hilarious. I rolled my eyes and laughed, going to sit down by my Dad as the guys grabbed a beer and joined in on the story. This might just be a fun two weeks after all.


“Bryn! Get up, we gotta leave in a few hours.” A muffled voice said through the closed door. Groaning, I cracked my eyes open to see the sun peaking from behind the curtains. Ugh, morning. Never cared for them and probably never will.

Rolling over, I glanced at the clock and it read 9:48am. What the hell, Dad? It’s too damn early for me to be up on school break. At least we had survived a whole week without any trouble. I let out an exasperated sigh and dragged myself out of bed, but stilled as a sharp pain shot through my lower stomach. Oh on. This wasn’t happening, not yet. I wasn’t supposed to get it until next week…another shock of pain made itself known. “AH! Jesus, I’m dying!” I cried out to no one in particular.

Crawling out of bed was painful but I needed to get to the bathroom before there was a mess. When I got to the bathroom, I rushed towards the toilet, not even bothering to close the door. Sitting down, I propped my elbows on my knees and dropped my head in my hands. A groan slipped out as I lifted my head up and reached over to open the cabinet under the sink, only to find it empty.

“Shit…” I mumbled under my breath. No, no, no no. This could not be happening. No pads. Not even a tampon in sight! Mom probably took the last ones. Quickly ripping a towel from the rack, I covered my lower half and squeezed my eyes shut. “Dad!” I yelled. No answer. Just as I was about to call again, my lower stomach tightened in a cramp, making me moan in pain. “Daaaad!!” I shouted louder, sounding like a strangled animal. This time I heard footsteps rushing up the stairs.

“Bryn?! Bryn, what’s wrong? Are you oka-” Dad stilled when he got in the doorway, taking in what was going on. “Uh…I uh, what?” He stuttered, shutting his eyes and turned his back to me. “Can you please explain to me what is happening?”

I cleared my throat. “Well, uh…mother nature decided to arrive early to the party. And I am not prepared so, if, you know, you wouldn’t mind…could you go to the store and get me decorations?” I winced. Wow, that sounded a lot worse then it did in my mind.

Dad was silent for a few seconds. “Wait..what? Decora-”

“PADS, DAD. I NEED PADS!” My voice was snappy and edged with irritation. I was so uncomfortable right now, but as soon as I snapped, I regretted it. “Sorry..but, yeah, could you go to the store, please?”

I saw his head nod in agreement. “Yeah, um…sure.” His voice voice sounded so hesitant I almost felt bad but I needed those damn necessities. “I’ll just go…go get it now. Be back soon.” He quickly left the bathroom and I could heard his keys jingle as he grabbed them. “Don’t bleed out or something!” He called out just as the door shut closed.


Thankfully I was able to get in the tub and take a shower to freshen up. While showering, I heard my phone go off. Sighing, I pulled back the curtain and dried my hand on the towel before answering it.


“Bryn. Uh, which…which one do you need?” Dad’s voice crackled through the speaker, sounding just as uncomfortable as I did.


Austin’s P.O.V:

“Okay.” He said before hanging up. He sighed as his eyes scanned the shelves of lady necessities. There had to be at least a hundred different brands. How was he ever going to find the one Bryn said to get? She didn’t exactly remember what the package looked like, so that didn’t really help.

Finally giving up, he got out his phone and dialed.

“You didn’t burn down the house, did you?” the relief spread through him, relaxing his nervous state.

Chuckling, he smiled to himself. “No. Uhm, but I do have a slight dilemma.” Deep breath. “What pad brand do you usually get?”

The line was silent for a few minutes and Austin was about to ask if Y/N was still there, when suddenly laughter erupted from the speaker.

“What? What pad brand do I buy? Austin, are you feeling okay? You know, you don’t have to go out shopping. I can do it when I get ho-”

“It’s not that. Bryn kind of…well, you know…started…” he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Oh. Oh, shit. I didn’t even think about that when I took the last of it.” Y/N was probably freaking out and feeling bad. Austin frowned; he didn’t want her to feel like that just over a simple mistake.

“Y/N, baby, it’s okay. I’m at the store now, so just tell me. And you better hurry up - I don’t want to know the power of 'Satan’s Sacrificial Waterfall’s’ wrath.” he teased, making them both laugh, but he quickly stopped when he caught an elderly woman shaking her head in disapproval at him. Once Austin got the correct information, he bolted out of the store and headed home, worried about Bryn and even more worried about how this was going to go down.

Awkward was the only thing that came to mine.


Bryn’s P.O.V:

“Ugh.” I huffed out a breath. I was sitting in the tub. Yep, thats right. In the tub. I didn’t know where else to go, so I decided to just wait in here until Dad came back with the goods.

It hadn’t even been half an hour when I heard the door slam shut. Footsteps sounded up the stairs and stopped in front of the bathroom. Peeking around the curtain, I was relieved when I saw the door swing open to reveal my Dad. He saw my head poking out of the curtain and smiled, putting a plastic grocery bag on the counter.

“Thanks, Dad.” A grateful smile pulled at the corner of my lips. Dad nodded and smiled then turned to leave, closing the door as he left.

Shutting off the water, I got out of the shower and grabbed a towel, drying off. Reaching for the bag, I ripped open the purple package like a present on christmas and pulled out the small square. “Hallelujah! I’ve never been so happy to see you.” I cheered as I carefully ripped open the plastic wrapping and placed it in the center of my panties. Sighing in relief, I finished getting dressed and made my way to the living room.

As soon as I turned the corner, I could hear the tv quietly showing a random football game and on the couch sat my Dad. He had the remote in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. Alright, everything was normal, nothing weird had really happen. He was just being a good Dad and getting something I needed. Deep breaths, Bryn. Don’t be weird about it, the little pep talk in my wasn’t exactly great but it helped a bit.

Walking to the couch, I plopped down next to him and pretended to watch the game. Clearing my throat after a while, I asked, “So, you wanna do something before we gotta go meet up with the guys?”

He seemed to perk up at my question. “Like what?”

I tilted my head and tapped my fingers against my cheek. “Oh, I don’t know, possibly a game of COD?” A grin ghosted across my lips, knowing that I had his attention.

“But we only have a hour and a half,” he warned, a taunting hint in his voice.

I rolled my eyes. “Please! That’s enough time to kick your ass, Dad.” The grin was fully on now as I challenged him.

A disapproving was shot my way. “Bryn.”


He just shook his head and laughed, grabbing the controllers and switched the screen to connect to the Xbox. “I swear to god you get that language from your mother.”

“Oh shut up! It’s not all from Mom. Ahem…” I shot a pointed look up at him before choosing the setting for the game. Dad just gave a 'pffft, whatever’ look, sending us into a fit of giggles.


Surprisingly, the rest of the week went by amazingly. There was no awkward moments from then on, and I could see that we were both thankful for it. That close knit father-daughter bound had re-emerged and was stronger than ever; we went to the beach almost every day, cooked together - or tried to - and always ended up laughing with each other. My mood never snapped because of what time of the month it was, thankfully.

Although we were having so much fun with each other, Dad and I missed Mom a lot and we let her know ever time she called. She had been super worried about the whole 'pad mishap’ and felt terrible, but I assured her it was absolutely fine and I was okay.

But finally, today was the day she came back home. Dad and I had gotten up super early and drove to the airport to pick her up. It was around 9:30am when the flight landed; excitement was evident in the look on our faces when we saw her walk through those glass doors.

“Mom!” I shouted as I ran to he and hugged her tight, almost knocking her over. Luckily, Dad was right on my heels and wrapped both of us in a bear hug, steadying us.

“Awwwh, I missed you two!” she mumbled into my shoulder, squeezing me before releasing her hold. “How was it?” She asked before Dad replaced my spot in her arms. He grinned and leaned down to kiss her, which lasted a little too long.

Sighed, I cleared my throat. “Okay, hello! Public area!” I waved my arms around, getting embarrassed by the stares they were attracting. Mom just waved me off. “Ugh, get a room you two!”

They started laughing and broke the kiss. Mom looked up at Dad and gave him a small wink, which he returned with a sly smirk. I wanted to gag; seeing your parents display affection was alright but when they took it to the next level like this was unbelievably traumatizing.

“It was great! We didn’t break or burn anything, so that’s a plus. I beat little missy here 28 times on the Xbox,” Dad grinned triumphantly and we started making out way to the conveyer belt. “And she also helped me with a few lines for the next album.”

Mom smiled at me. “Really? That’s great! Seems like you two had a blast.” She chuckled when Dad and I smiled mischievously at one another. When the suitcase was in sight, Dad leaned over and retrieved it and off we were, walking to the car while talking about our times away.

“Oh oh! I’ve got a ton of stories for you guys. There was this one bitch in my hotel…” Mom went on to tell her story. My Dad looked over at me and gave the 'see what I mean’ look when she started swearing. I just shook my head, trying to contain my laughter.


Your P.O.V:

It had been a very long day of watching movies, defeating both my husband and daughter at COD, and plus jet lag was taking its tole.

Pulling the covers aside, I slid into bed and snuggled up to Austin’s side. He looked down at me, taking in my smirk as one of his own started to form. “Yes?”

“Nothing. I just missed you a lot.” A content sigh made its way out. “Like, a lot a lot.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Oh really?” I nodded. “Did we get needy, Mrs. Carlile?” That sly smirk from earlier had turned into one of the sexiest things I had ever laid eyes on.

Biting my lip, I nodded again. “Very needy.”

Austin’s gazed moved down to my lips and leaned forward to capture them with his own in a heated kiss. Pulling away, he said, “I’m sure I can fix tha-”

“OH MY GOD, WOULD YOU TWO STOP?! JESUS CHRIST, I CAN PRACTICALLY HEAR YOU FUCKING THROUGH THE WALL!” the shouts of our daughter cut him off. There was a shocked silence before we looked at each other.

“She gets the language from you,” I said at the same time as Austin when he said, “That is all you!”

The both of us busted into laughter, clutching our sides as they started to ache. Calming down, I hugged Austin with a smile stuck on my face.

“Well…that was awkward.” He mumbled, chuckling as he wrapped his arms around me and went to sleep.

Dean likes all things sweet...

Prompt: In response to Imagine baking a cake with Dean  but it turns into more when he licks some frosting off your finger (
Author: Scolt
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 1254
Warnings: Sexual content

“Be honest, you’re dating me for my baking skills.”  She poked out her bottom lip and raked her eyes over the fit frame of her boyfriend.

He smirked. “Awwh baby you have plenty of other qualities I like.”

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