blaming myself since i spend only an hour and a half on this

Out of Step

Fandom Writing Challenge | blissfulcastiel
Prompt: Marching Band
Pairings: Destiel
Tags: high school au, marching band, enemies, enemies to friends drummer!dean, color guard!castiel
AO3 Beta-ed by @adoringjensen <3

“Everyone reset back to set one. Come on, move with purpose! We haven’t got all day!” Crowley bellows into his megaphone from the top of the scaffolding tower.

Jesus Christ.

Every year, Dean hides that stupid thing but Crowley always seems to find it. Looks like he’ll just have to go for the batteries.

“Dean, can you please take one for the team and ask for a water break?” Jo pants beside him as they hustle back to set one.

“Yeah, we’re dying here, Winchester,” Charlie agrees as she jogs up beside them.

Dean sighs dramatically. “Why does it have to be me?”

“Because Crowley has a soft spot for you,” Jo says with a smirk.

He rolls his eyes. “That’s not true.”

“Sorry brother, but it is,” Benny calls, already in position on his dot about five yards from them. Dean groans, scrubbing a hand down his face where droplets of sweat are beading on the surface.

“Fine.”

Jo and Charlie share a conspiring smile before racing ahead to their dots. Dean slows down, hovering around the fifty yard line where The Tower is set up. It stands twelve feet tall, with Crowley barely adding any height on the highest platform. Chuck sits silently, as usual, on the lower platform which is just above head level. Maybe Dean can get away with asking Chuck instead.

“Uh, hey Chuck? It’s been about two hours since our last water break. Think we can take five minutes after this run?”

Chuck glances down at Dean, looking frantic at the question. God, after four years of being in this band, Dean still has no idea how this guy is even the director.

“Winchester!”

Fuck.

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A Diary Detailing Lovers

Request: “What about some Newt x Leta x Gryffindor!Reader, where first it’s Newt x Leta and Bruno Mars - Grenade and after it’s Reader x Newt Bruno Mars - I think I wanna marry you? sorry it’s just I have a wave of Bruno inspiration, I would very much like if you could do something like that 💕

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1798

Warnings: None

Originally posted by nightimethinker


LETA

Easy come, easy go, that’s just how you live oh
Take, take, take it all, but you never give
Should have known you was trouble from the first kiss

15th March 1913

Diary,

I have some wonderful news concerning Leta.

Oh great and wonderful Leta, she’s been so sweet to me lately. And now I’m sure she feels the same way about me. She met me after Potions today at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. We took such a romantic walk, and I even introduced her to the unicorn that lives in the Western depths, the one I named Lucy. Well, Lucy loved Leta, obviously. Who wouldn’t? Leta, with her beautiful brown curls, her perfect smile… oh Merlin I’ve really fallen deeply for this girl!

Then after we stopped to watch the moon, she turned to me. She told me that she cared for me profoundly, and that she knew how hard it was to care for creatures. She showered me in an array of compliments regarding the beasts, she’s always been so supportive of me! She said exactly what I needed to hear, exactly what I wanted. And then, she pulled me by my tie, and she kissed me. She kissed me!

It was the most magical thing I’ve ever felt, I know it sounds ironic. Anyway, I should be off, I’ll be writing a letter to Theseus about this! He will be so glad to hear that I’ve finally bagged a girl. I might even have mind to attach a picture of Leta, just to spite him with her sheer beauty. He will certainly be jealous.

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lost | tommy shelby

tommy feels lost without grace and the reader comforts him

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Originally posted by blue-tardis-y

When Tommy came back from the war, he was a broken man. He didn’t have the same happiness that he did before. Tommy would find it hard to talk to people, and never open up. Whenever you brought up the war he would dismiss it, and act as if it didn’t bother him. Grace was the one who fixed him, she brought a new lease of life to him. Tommy had slipped back into his old ways of keeping himself reserved, and Grace wasn’t around to bring him back.

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{PART 18} Who Are You? // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by sugaglos

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader (ft. Jackson & the rest of GOT7)

Genre: Angst, slight fluff

Summary; As you, Jackson and Jaebum come to terms with what’s happening, you get let out of the hospital and taste freedom for the first time since your accident. However, you take one step closer to come face to face with Jaebum once again - to hopefully, once and for all, figure out how you’re going to spend the rest of your life.

Please note that this series contains mentions of road/car accidents, amnesia and cheating.

I update this series every Sunday between 9pm-10pm (U.K Time)

This scenario contains text message imagines ^_^

{Part 1} // {Part 17} {Part 18} {Part 19: Next Week}

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161106 Super Junior's 11th anniversary letters ♡

Donghae’s letter:

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Eunhyuk’s letter:

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Leeteuk’s letter:

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Kyuhyun’s letter:

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Siwon’s letter:

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Sungmin’s letter: 

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To E.L.F whom I miss
Are you guys doing well? You guys are healthy, right? I have been healthy all these time, and have been diligently learning a lot of things and growing up while living the army life. ^^

Recently, I’ve been going around while getting dispatched with Shindongie and Eunhyukie, we’ve been living life together so it was really fun, we’ve made enjoyable memories and are slowly ending our army lives. Before knowing it, Dongie and I are going to get discharged from the army soon. Even though our Ryeowookie is still in the training centre… The weather has became colder so I’m worried (for him). Hoping for our members to get discharged from the army healthily!

Now that we have lived life while being separated, it makes me think a lot about the times that had passed without resting… It also makes me think about the things (which I) lacked in previously…

I had a lot of things which I wanted to say back then.. Because I really had no idea how to say those words, I was really lost. I’m really thankful that I’m given a chance like this to write a letter. Even though I wouldn’t be able to fit everything that I want to say (in this letter), it would be great if my thoughts/feelings are being brought across. To be honest.. I know that it’s too late.. Even so, I wanted to tell (you guys) about how I feel despite it being late…

I’m sorry…

I’m still hurting and sad from how I hurt and made things hard for the fans before I enlisted… I didn’t do it (to hurt the fans)…

I really didn’t want to hurt anyone, and I really didn’t want to cause any harm to the members, too.. I thought about things for a long time, and discussed with the company.. I had also prepared a lot and thought about how am I supposed to let you guys know about this in the best way… It was confusing and suffocating for me when things didn’t go the way I thought it would.. I couldn’t do anything else but to withstand all these without saying a word…

To be honest.. I thought, “this is not right.. this is not it..”. I couldn’t do anything about it and time was flowing recklessly.. Before I knew it, in the eyes of the people who were far away from me.. I already became someone who wasn’t me… Even though I was indeed sad, I thought about how people could of course misunderstand (this situation) since I wasn’t able to say anything (back then)..

I’m still feeling unfortunate and sad.. Also.. Sorry about this..

My heart hurts..

To the people who still supported and protected me despite me being like this, I’m really thankful, and I want to repay (you guys) with my hard work. Also.. I miss you all..

Before we know it, it has became our 11th anniversary with everyone.. And also the members.. Now that I’ve looked back, I really feel grateful towards the fans who have loved and led me who was lacking so much.

I’ve always put (these words) deep down in my heart… I’ve always thought.. That things became this way because I wasn’t able to express my feelings properly like how I really felt.

I hope for the day where my heart/feelings would reach (you guys) to come…

Please look after me while I work hard..!

We would be able to meet soon.. Salute!

-Lee Sungmin-


Ryeowook’s letter:

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To. My babies whom I miss and always thankful for~
Hi? E.L.F. ^^ This is Recruit No. 40 Kim Ryeowook! kkkk Wah~ Our ELF are really the best when it comes to loving Super Junior,even the Suju magnae line are coming into the army~! Are you guys doing well? I got surprised because the weather suddenly got colder >.< The environment here is good, the food here is also especially good, everyone~ You don’t have to worry (about me) too much~ Has in been a little over 20 days?! Our ELF who supported me when I enlisted.. Also ELF who have cried while worrying about me.. To the cool ELF who have coolly sent me off since almost all the hyungs have came back already, thank you everyone~

The first day was really.. I couldn’t sleep well and I looked up at the ceiling thinking.. Where am I.. Who am I.. kk However, I’m doing fine with the rest of the 21~22 year old recruits now~ How do I say this.. I’m hanging out with them so much like friends that I tend to think that “am I really Suju”, “am I a bald high-schooler Ryeonggu” k.. We’re spending everyday relying on each other like family! You saw the photos, no~ ㅠ.ㅠ The photos which even I haven’t seen.. I’ve received letters on the fan-accounts (of the day I enlisted)~ Even so, I was really cool, right? kk I’ll come back again as a brave man! Salute! Yesterdat~ I wrote letters to each of the members and sent them through mail. Really.. The only way of communication in here is through letters and it’s the only precious time to breathe and rest, it’s as refreshing as drinking beer~ I don’t know why but I feel a little nervous thinking about how the hyungs and Kyuhyunie would be reading (my letters), and even though they probably won’t reply me, I end up waiting (for them to reply)~ Our ELFs, please tell them to reply me~ k (I’m half joking and half serious kkk) I wrote cards to the members before on 2005 Christmas.. I think about how the magnae Ryeonggu back then has now grown up to being 30 (years old) and currently in the army~ I ended up thinking about a lot of things while having to stand for night watch almost every night for 2 hours (we prepare for 20 mins and do duty for 1.5 hours).

The feelings and dreams~ Which I had before debuting.. The records.. And memories~ which I made after meeting the hyungs.. And also our ELFs who have walked those times together with us.. I still remember vividly the day, like it was just yesterday, when we went back to the dorm and discussed about the name of our fandom~ Precious memories like that.. Seems like Super Junior was my everything when I was in my 20s. From the start till the end.. There were a lot times where I thought.. Should I give up because it’s too tiring.. I’ve worked so hard but why is it that I can only reach this far.. I also blamed and was disappointed with myself a lot.. I was also really shaken up whenever my mom.. or my dad falls sick, my emotions went through ups and downs frequently.. What should I do.. The times were difficult for me, just like going through puberty. However, whenever I was like this, the hyungs taught and believed in me, and whenever I was sulky, they counselled and held on to me, there were a lot of times like this. Of course, I also thought about our ELF and set my heart to it, and overcame it all! I don’t know if it’s because of this, despite me being Super Junior, but I really love the hyungs and also our name as much as Super Junior fans.

All 19 of us are currently living together in the training centre, we eat and sleep together.. Train and talk together.. I really miss our Super Junior members. I also really really miss the ELFs who love our members… I’m also substituting the characters of our Super Junior members into the friends here in the training centre.. kk If I see similar points, I would say, “you’re like Donghae hyung.. You’re like Eunhyukie hyung”~ kkk Ah~ Now that I’m writing a letter.. I suddenly feel like singing.. After coming here, I haven’t been using my throat, so there seems to be thorns forming~

Even though it’s still very far away, I really want to get discharged quickly and sing (to you guys). With my stories ^^ From when we first debuted, till now. And even in the future, we’ll keep going on together, right? I can keep thinking like that and continue with my trainings, right? Are you guys replying me? kk We’ve (been together for) 11 years~ I wanted to see your faces.. Hear your voices.. And celebrate~ ELFs who have been waiting for (my) letters~ This is okay, right? It has a feel to it, no(?) kk I’ll celebrate (with you guys) all~ I want in the future! (Time) would go quickly if we had belief and love with us~ Don’t fall sick.. Why do I keep thinking about the lyrics to Like a Star… Even when I was recording (the song), it was very sad..

I really am doing well, and I will think of and miss (you guys) every day.. So, our ELFs must eat your meals properly and sleep a lot! It would be great if (you guys) don’t receive too much stress from work or studies~ Don’t kick the blanket away just because it’s not that cold~ Since it gets really cold at dawn, bring along a sleeping bag and use it kk be careful not to catch a cold~ ^^

I’ll be writing a lot of letters in the future~ We shall meet again through the letters~
Sleep well~ Oppa is going to sleep after a roll-call! Another night watch today, heok! kk

My love, E.L.F.
Go on forever, E.L.F.
Self-congratulations on 11th anniversary~ ^^
Recruit No. 40 Kim Ryeowook
Super Junior Ryeowook
From Ryeonggu to our lovely ELF

P.S. Since (the letter is going to be sent) through mailing, I wrote this in advance.
The detail here is (me using) a blue pen (to write the letter) kkk

cr: teukables, nobodyelf, kimlixus.

the parent trap pt10 // archie andrews

The Parent Trap (10/12)

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Summary-Archie and (Y/N) separate, splitting their twin daughters between them. what happens when ten years later, the pair seem to be reunited in a twist of fate at summer camp?

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(Y/N) rolled her eyes at Archie as he once again let out a frustrated groan. She looked up at the red haired man, trying to note the differences from when she last saw him. She remembered the fear that shone in his eyes as she said goodbye to her daughter. She remembered the way his eyesbrows were furrowed and how he kept his tears back. She remembered it so clearly. She remembered how much she wanted him to beg her to stay and not leave. She remembered the pain she felt when she left her daughter and boyfriend behind. Even though, Archie Andrews was distressed at the sight of her, he knew that groaning wasn’t going to get them anywhere.

“Why did you leave?” he asked her, sitting down with his back against the doors. “God, I can’t even remember the reason why you left.”

“The twins,” (Y/N) spoke with all intentions on changing the topic, however she was interrupted by Archie snapping up from his previous position and making his way towards her.

“Don’t you dare change the subject.” He grumbled “You d-don’t get to do this to me, (Y/N)! You don’t get to change the subject this time.”

“Archie,” she sighed “I really don’t want to argue. Look, it was ten years ago and you’ve clearly moved on, so let’s not dwell on the past.”

Archie looked at her, his eyes begging for her to do something, to say something else. She was in no way right. He had moved on but it wasn’t so clear to him anymore, not when she was there a mere metre away from him. “No, please, let’s dwell on the past. Tell me why you had to hurt me so bad, (Y/N), because I deserve closure.”

“I left because you really hurt me, Archie, not only that you physically hurt my brother. Archie, we were arguing constantly. I didn’t want the twins to grow up in an unhappy environment.”

“Unhappy? If you think the environment Amelia spent her first nine years in a happy environment, you must really be mad.” He let out a deep sigh as he saw her bow her head slightly, afraid that he might just see the tears in her eyes. “You know, (Y/N), just because you took the arguing out of the equation, it doesn’t mean the environment became this happy place with sunshines and rainbows. I don’t blame you for leaving. God. I blame myself.”

“It was a joint thing, Arch. No one was to blame, really.” she smiled “Let’s not argue, for the sake of Aria and Amelia.”

“They know?” He asked, looking at her as she moved over to sit next to him. “They know about each other?”

(Y/N) nodded, grinning as she looked him in the eye “You did such a terrific job with raising Amelia.”

“What do you mean?” His tone sounded confused and childlike, reminding her of all the times she had spent with him throughout her childhood and teen-hood alike.

“Arch, they found each other at camp and switched on us. I’ve had Amelia for all this time. She’s such a wonderful girl. You’ve done a better job than I ever would’ve.”

“Wait, so I-I’ve had Aria all this time?” Archie asked, his eyes glimmering “Why didn’t I see it earlier?”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him, nodding her head slightly urging him to tell her what he wanted to say. She didn’t want to interfere with him, in case she would disrupt his train of thoughts. “There was this one time, I caught Lillian, you remember her, right? Well, I caught her crying whilst she was looking at Amel-Aria. I didn’t think anything of it, I just thought Lil was proud of her.”

“Oh God, I miss Lillian, she was the only one in the Andrews household who kept me sane.” (Y/N) commented, earning a playful nudge from Archie. “So, I’m guessing we’ll be in here together for while. Catch me up with things.”

Aria and Amelia sat on the cushioned seats, waiting for both their parents to come downstairs. Betty, Jughead, Kevin, Lillian and Veronica were all nearby, waiting in anticipation, much like the twins. Despite the size of the hotel, the seven of them knew that it was just a matter of time until Archie discovered he was under the same roof as his ex-girlfriend. However, it was unknown to them that it had already happened and in the most cliché fashion.

Archie and (Y/N) sat facing one another, their stomachs aching from laughter.

“Oh god, remember that terrible 1963 film you absolutely loved?”

“Loved? I still love that film.”

Archie grinned at (Y/N), seeing her eyes light up from the mention of the film she loved so dearly. “It was the worst thing I had to sit through.” Archie commented, causing (Y/N) to throw a mint at him.

“No, you’re mad. The film is amazing.”

“You only found out about it in our ninth grade literature class. I genuinely told myself I was going to break up with your nerdy ass after you made me watch it the week after.”

“What stopped you, eh?” she raised an eyebrow at him, causing him to grin once more. He couldn’t remember the last time they were like this, without the arguing and without the stress of being parents.

“The Mantle brothers adored you and they were terrifying.”

“Ollie and Reggie. How are they? Oh my god, Tom must be so big now.”

“He’s developed a little crush on Amelia. It’s adorable.”

(Y/N) gasped as Archie continued to catch her up on the Mantles. She had missed so much in her home town. Betty and Veronica never caught her up in this much depth. She beamed as Archie began to talk about the places she used to love.

“Do you think they’re fucking?” Veronica asked, causing Betty to punch her arm.

“Ronnie, the twins are literally eleven.”

“And? Their parents are nowhere to be seen. Only evidence they’re still alive is Miranda acting as if she knows exactly where he is.”

(Y/N) pushed herself up as the lights came on. It seemed as if they two of them had been stuck in the small space forever, although it had only been roughly two hours. “So, what’s going to happen now? We can’t separate the twins now.”

“I guess, I’ll have them for six months and you have them for the other six.”

“How will that work with them being in school?” (Y/N) frowned “We can’t exactly make them move half way through the school year.”

“I could probably move back to Riverdale, get Aria and I a house, maybe ask Jug to move back with us.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that, you have your shop and your grandparents would be absolutely gutted if you left them once again.”

Aria sighed, she had been waiting for her mum to arrive since twelve in the afternoon and it was nearing six in the evening. Whilst everyone had gone back to their rooms, she stayed sat in the lobby waiting for her mother to finally arrive. In the corner of her eye, she spotted them. Her mother and father sat at the bar, discussing like old friends would. Nothing about them seemed romantic and Aria disliked it. She wanted her parents back together. God knows, what the girl would do to make it happen? Her mother threw her head back in laughter, whilst her father took a sip of his drink, his eyes crinkled up from his smile.

Aria wanted nothing more than to run over there and shout at her mother for skipping their breakfast plans to spend her entire day with a man who was no longer hung up on her, but she noticed the way her mother gave him quick glances when he looked away, almost as if she was afraid for Archie to catch her looking. Aria may have been young but she recognised it then. The look of defeat on her mother’s face as she accepted that the path she had chosen was unrequited love. They didn’t seem to have a romantic vibe because it was a one way thing and nothing broke Aria’s heart more. Nothing could ever make her frown in a childlike manner as the thought of her father not returning her mother’s love for him to her.

(Y/N) looked away from Archie and saw her daughter looking over at them with a small frown on her face. She nodded her head over, inviting her to join them, but Aria shook her head before walking towards the elevators.

“Is Archie still alive?” Lillian asked the trio who were all sat in (Y/N) and Aria’s hotel room. “Wait, is (Y/N) still alive? The pair of ‘em seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth.”

“Room service and Netflix whilst we wait for our ever so loving (Y/N) to reappear?” Veronica raised her eyebrow at the group in front of her. “By the way, Amelia is covering for Archie and told Miranda, he was out buying her something special.”

Aria walked into the room, out of breath, almost as if she had climbed up the stairs and ran around the corridors. Her face red and his breathing hard. “Mum,” she said in between her breaths “Dad, bar.”

“Ri, you okay?” Betty asked, springing up from the bed, making the rest of the group chuckle.

“No worries auntie Betty, I’m getting my breath back now.”

“What’s wrong? You sound like you’ve just ran a marathon?” Amelia asked, practically rushing over to her twin sister.

“Mum didn’t turn up for breakfast because she been with dad.”

“So they’ve seen each other? Is that why no-one can get in contact with either of them?”


“Aria! It’s time to leave!” (Y/N) shouted as she stood in the corridor, facing Archie. His eyes never coming off her.

“I’ll send Aria back in time for your wedding, I can promise you that, Archie Andrews.”

“Actually, the wedding’s off.” he frowned.

Aria and Amelia stood listening behind the door, giving each other a high-five as their father confirmed their suspicions. Although, Aria was sure her father no longer loved her mother, Amelia had spent every last breath convincing her otherwise. Behind them, Jughead, Veronica and Lillian let out a squeal, whilst Betty shook her head in shock.

Archie took (Y/N)’s silence as his cue to continue. “She hated Amel, no, Aria. God, I’ll never get used to that.” he chuckled slightly as (Y/N) nodded her head in agreement. “I couldn’t marry her. Not like that. I should’ve ended it before it got to this point.”

“What made you change your mind?” (Y/N) raised her eyebrow, looking at him with a playful look on her face.

“You. You did.”

Love & Friendship of Yuuki Kuran

Or where’s the root of Zero’s unsuccessful romantic relationship

ATTENTION: This article is tagged with “anti zeki”. Therefore my earnest request for those who support this ship would be to scroll down and skip this post if you feel uncomfortable while reading negative content about your ship. Thank you!

At first sight VKM 10 seems to be a ZeKi chapter and to some extent it is, but what in fact is Hino-san trying to show us? Slow step-by-step progress of their relationship? Or Yuuki’s acceptance of the reality? To my mind, this is a mixture of these two important things and due to the following.

Truth be told, Yuuki doesn’t have experience of unhurried romantic start. The moment when she awakens is the moment when she remembers that “everything she truly wanted was hers from the beginning” (Night 66), i.e. Kaname, his love and ties with him. She never had to conquer Kaname’s heart and soul because the feelings he had for her grew up with him. Unlike Yuuki, he wasn’t forced to forget about their true relationship, therefore during entire period they’d been separated Kaname just needed to suppress his emotions. Meanwhile all what Yuuki had to do is to dream about her being one day together with the vampire saviour, which seemed impossible for a young innocent “human” girl. And this is the reason why at the point when Yuuki got to know that they’re actually in official relationship, an engaged couple of purebloods, Kaname was able to act as a lover, and Yuuki was not yet (plus she had problems with her vampire identity, which was a bigger issue than an ability to be playful straightaway). She was in the stage of learning how to be a fiancée, and a lot of chapters in the Kurans’ mansion arc are depiction of Kaname being a protective lover who indulged her desires and Yuuki in process of accepting their new status.

Hence we know that Kaname was a leading partner in their relationship, and that is understandable. But I’m more than happy to add on top that Yuuki had always been sensitive to Kaname’s feelings; whenever he felt desperate or sad she was fast and determined enough to calm him down with her kisses, hugs, words of consolation and love.

As a significant detail of Yuuki’s final acceptance of all sides of her relationship with Kaname and her personal wishes I would like to mention her behaviour in remarkable Night 89. Perhaps my opinion is not popular, but I’m pretty sure it was Yuuki who induced them both to lovemaking due to the fact how she acted towards Kaname’s body during the whole conversation. Yuuki pressed Kaname tightly in her embrace, she initiated the kiss and didn’t want to let him go at any cost. So obviously, Yuuki bearing in mind that she most likely would end up her life sacrificing it for Kaname soon wanted to spend last hours with her loved one in atmosphere of intimacy.

Conclusion of the above is that Yuuki is capable to express her ardent romantic feelings and needs when she feels to. When feelings are so overwhelming that her heart and body tell for herself.

Now, let’s see what’s going on between Yuuki and Zero at the moment when all obstacles to their “happy existence together” are gone. Given the time for anything a regular couple can do, Yuuki and Zero do not know how to communicate properly as lovers. Yuuki, never being a leading partner, doesn’t know how to behave – she’s used to an attitude when it was hers who was caressed and guided. Zero, never being in relationship at all, doesn’t know where to start. He’s trying to find out what’s needed for Yuuki, and I can only say that it’s not a good sign – after having spent side by side with her more than fifty years not to know what turns your beloved woman into romantic mood is ludicrous.

Here’s the point where I come to a question that bothers me a lot. Since we have so many people who believe that Zero was Yuuki’s true love from the very beginning (vibes of unrequited love to another man included) how it happened that she didn’t need him as a lover? Theory about Zero being the only and true love suffers a defeat because of the below:

- Yuuki didn’t feel the need to express any romantic staff in front of Zero for more than half a century -> Zero didn’t know how to act properly with her while in any type of romantic relationship.

- Being an adult woman, Yuuki wasn’t in necessity of kisses and sex meanwhile the “most appropriate object” for satisfying these urges was supposedly alongside her. Supportive fact: Yuuki has never visited Zero’s apartment! (Till VKM 10). It was Zero who joined Yuuki and Ai in their mansion, and maybe, just maybe, Ai was kind of an obstacle to any sexual intercourse, but the princess was asleep at the period when Yuuki offered Zero to date. And still, her “passion” is at so low level that Yuuki doesn’t feel like wanting to have with Zero something more intimate than a conversation about the job.

- The main sign of vampire love (strong desire of blood of the beloved) doesn’t prove its essence in their relationship as soon as it was admitted by Zero that blood drinking between them is not of sexual nature, but more like an issue of taste (VKM 9).

- Despite the fact of blood drinking Yuuki isn’t fully open with Zero, one more thing admitted by him (VKM 9). Zero is aware about Yuuki’s grief over Kaname and Yuuki evidently knows about Zero’s feelings – in this case what can make Yuuki be not frank with Zero? It can be only a desire of love for the sleeping man, but as soon as Zero is also a dear person for Yuuki she is careful not to offend feelings of his heart.

The fact that Yuuki is okay with Zero as her companion, but does not let him go further, only supports ideas about Zero being her second love and not the great one. The woman needed time to resign herself to the reality where Kaname didn’t exist, then come to the stage where she could move on and try to consider the closest friend as a lover, if possible.

But I assume that Yuuki’s love for Kaname is not the only thing that put her relationship with Zero in impasse for a long time. I would make Zero responsible for this failure as well. Though his wish to be patient and wait Yuuki as long as she needs to was born from his noblest motives, it didn’t play in his favour at all. Had he been more decisive with her and behaved in a way as men in love do, to put it in simpler words, courted her, they could have come to official relationship sooner. What I mean by that is a sudden kiss from his side could cause some Yuuki’s unusual reaction, but as we see Zero doesn’t intend to do anything. He doesn’t know how to act and goes on this path, the guy is inexperienced and it leads to his long time fail. And what I’d like to emphasize here one more time, that even considering all the problems Yuuki and Kaname had to cope with, the pureblood King still knew how to talk to her. It was even mentioned by Ai in VKM 4 that Kaname “has a knack for talking to women”. Obviously, Zero hasn’t such knack. He can be a good friend – at least he had a lot of communication with other people to develop this skill, but with women he didn’t have an opportunity to do so. It’s not like I’m blaming him – the guy seems to be head over heels in love with the woman who longs for another man, but as an adult man and supposedly smart one he should have presumed that this could lead to problems in his future private life with this lady. But he chose the way of stagnation letting Yuuki decide when and where to start. He feels comfortable in this type of relationship as well.

Which makes me ask myself another question: is it really that passionate love everyone is talking about? To me Hino doesn’t believe in it herself

Side note: I’m still one of those who believe that Yuuki loved both men, Zero including. However, her love for Zero developed only in decades after Kaname’s “death” and it looked more like she settled than all of a sudden acknowledged her deep feelings which is no wonder, she didn’t have such towards Zero at that time. And these are the facts Hino gives us to understand how difficult it was for Yuuki to get over her grief. So don’t fool yourselves.

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Jealous Friends

Note: I don’t do requests in order. I write whatever I’m currently feeling so I’m sorry if you’ve requested something and I haven’t responded to it. As I’ve said before, sometimes I’m just not motivated to write about certain people or scenarios.

Request: I was wandering if you do Andy Biersack imagines? If so, could you maybe make a jealous Andy? Kinda similar to your Jared Leto one? Except a little bit of jealous reader as well? And somehow they end up together?

Pairing: Andy Biersack x Reader

Words: 2442

Warnings: swearing

***(Y/BF/N) = Your best friends name

“What?” (Y/BF/N) exclaimed. “Since when?”

“Since yesterday.” You smiled.

“So, you and Jordan?” She asked as if making sure she heard you right.

“Me and Jordan.” You clarified.

“Wow.” She was silent for a moment. “I’m gonna be honest and say that I didn’t see that coming.”

“I know you don’t really know, much less like, Jordan, but once you get to know him, he’s not half bad.” You had recently been asked out by one of your best friends, Jordan. You hadn’t considered having those kinda feelings for him, but when he asked you out on your first date a few weeks ago, you decided why not?

“I bet.” There was another pause. “Are you sure?” She asked

You couldn’t help the laugh that left your mouth. “Yes, I’m positive.”

“Damn, been dating for less than 24 hours and you’re already pregnant.” She teased.

“Mature.” You replied with a light chuckle.

“Always. Well, I’m gonna go. I’ve got some Uni work to catch up on.” (Y/BF/N) said as she concluded your guys’ conversation.

“Alright, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” You ended the call and smiled to yourself as you went to get ready for bed.

You were about to go to the bathroom and start your nightly routine of washing your face, when your phone started ringing. You groaned as you turned back around and picked it up to see Andy was calling you. You smiled to yourself as you answered the phone and were greeted with Andy’s deep voice.

“Hello.”

“Hey, I was actually just about to get ready for bed.” You replied.

“Sleep is for the weak.” he faked a scoff. “Besides, you know you wanna talk to me.” You could practically hear the smirk on his face.

“Fine then, what’s up?” You shook your head with a smile as you sat back down on your bed.

“Well, I’m gonna be in town tomorrow and wandered if you wanted to grab a bite to eat or something?” He asked.

“You’re actually gonna spend time with me?” You asked, referring to the last time you two hung out and he wouldn’t stop flirting with the waitress.

“Ugh, of course you’d bring that up.” Your smile grew at his words.

“Obviously.” You replied.

“Tell you what, I’ve got my hand on my heart as I say this, I solemnly swear to spend time with my best friend and avoid big boobed waitresses.” You laughed as he finished.

“Ok then, but as soon as you become the horny mother fucker we all know you to be, I’m leaving.” You warned.

“Can’t have that, now can we?” You shook your head again.

“Goodnight, Andy.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” You hung up and sighed.

Andy was your best friend, well, besides (Y/BF/N). You two didn’t get to hang out that much anymore with you going to school and him working on his music career, but you tried to hang out whenever you could. It saddened you, to be honest.

You weren’t going to deny your feelings to the tall singer. It was one of the reasons you decided to go out with Jordan; you needed someone to get your mind off of Andy. You didn’t want to say you were using Jordan, you did have feelings for him, but you knew they were nothing compared to how you felt for Andy. You would go as far as to say you were in love with him.

You pushed those thoughts out of your head as you went to get ready for bed.

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You heard a knock at the door as you finished putting your shoes on. You jumped off of the couch you were sitting on and opened the door to reveal a smiling Andy. “Ready to go?” He asked.

“Yep.” You replied as you stepped outside and closed the door behind you. “So, where are we going?”

“Your favorite.” He winked and you two started walking in the direction of your favorite cafe. You lived almost in the middle of town so taking a car seemed irrelevant.

You arrived at the cafe and placed your order before sitting next to the window and waiting for your drinks to be ready. “How’s the album coming?” You asked as the waitress laid your drink next to you. You noticed her checking out Andy and you wanted to punch her in the face.

Andy only offered her a small smile as she placed his drink in front of him and lightly touched his shoulder. He turned his attention back to you as he responded, “Pretty good. We’ve almost got it finished.”

“Well, when you’re done with that, you can bang that waitress that’s eyeing you like a piece of fucking cake.” You said after you took a sip of your drink.

He shot a quick glance over his shoulder and saw the waitress wink at him while poking her butt out as she leaned over the counter to write something on her notepad. She looked like a complete air head in your opinion. He smirked as he looked back towards you. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.”

“You wish.” You scoffed.

“I know you’re in love with me, and who could blame you? Have you met me?” He tested while gesturing to himself.

“Yes, I have met you, and I know exactly why a girl, such as myself, wouldn’t want to date you.” You replied.

“You love me.” He pointedly stated after taking a drink out of his cup.

“You keep telling yourself that, Biersack. Meanwhile, I’m the one whose actually in a relationship because people can tolerate me.” You shot back with a smirk of your own.

“What?” He asked, surprised.

“Yep.” You nodded.

“Who? Since when?” He leaned on his elbows that rested on the table.

“Jordan, and since two days ago.” His eyebrows raised.

“Jordan?” He asked, in the same tone (Y/BF/N) had last night.

“Jordan.” You confirmed.

“But he’s an asshole!” He said louder than you liked.

“You barely know him.” You scoffed and took another sip of your drink.

“I know him enough to know he’s no good for you.” He pressed.

“How would you know what is and isn’t good for me? This is the first time we’ve hung out in weeks.” You were starting to get annoyed.

“Because I’m your best friend.” He stated, sounding almost as fed up as you. How had things escalated so quickly?

“And? I don’t say anything about your relationships. Or should I say hook ups since that seems to be all you do with girls?” You retorted.

“Is there a problem? Cause if so please share.” His eyes showed anger as he looked at you and you were certain your expression mimicked his.

“I don’t need this.” You said as you stood up.

“Where are you going?” He asked as you grabbed your jacket and pushed up your chair.

“Away from you.” You spat and stormed out of the cafe. Was it dramatic? Probably, but you didn’t care right now. You barely made it four feet from the front door before Andy grabbed your arm and pulled you to face him.

“(Y/N), I’m just trying to look out for you.” His voice was much calmer than earlier.

“I think I’ll pass.” You said as you pulled out of his grasp.” Just leave me alone.”

You stormed away from him again and made your way back to your house. How dare he say that. He didn’t even know Jordan. He had met him maybe once or twice. He had no right to say he wasn’t good for you when he himself only fucked girls and left the next morning.

You knew he was following me, you could hear his footsteps behind you before he spoke again. “(Y/N), stop! Just slow down for a minute.” He said as he grabbed your arm again.

“What?” You hissed as you looked back towards him.

“Please, I don’t want us to fight on the one time I get to see you.” He said, desperate to get you to listen to him.

“Should’ve thought about that before you were a dick.” You replied.

“I’m sorry.” You rolled your eyes. “I am. Look, let’s just go sit somewhere and talk about this. Yes, I was being a dick. Yes, you’re right, I don’t properly know Jordan. Which is why I don’t like you dating him. I just don’t want you to get hurt.” He spoke quickly, afraid you wouldn’t let him finish.

You sighed as you thought about what he said and the desperation painted all over his face. You didn’t want to fight with him either. In fact, you just wanted to sit and watch Batman with him while throwing popcorn at each other. You just weren’t sure how to respond.

“I’m sorry I overreacted.” You began. “You wanna go back to mine and watch a movie or something?” You asked with a small smile.

You watched as a smile of relief made it’s way onto his expression. “That sounds great.” He said as he let go of your arm and walked beside you the rest of the way in silence.

You made it back to your apartment and Andy set up a movie while you made popcorn. You came into the living room to see Andy sitting on the couch waiting for you so he could press play.

You sat next to him and positioned yourself so your legs were in his lap. He stole the bowl of popcorn from you and laughed as you glared playfully at him. He was about to press play on the movie when your phone started ringing.

“Ugh.” You heard Any say as he laid his head back.

“Oh shut up.” You giggled as you pulled your phone out of your pocket and saw the Jordan was calling you. “Hey.”

“Hey, (Y/N). So, I was wandering if you were busy today?” He asked.

“Um,” you began glancing at Andy who was staring at you with impatience, “yeah. I’m hanging out with Andy today.”

“That fag?” He asked. His question took you back. You could tell Andy noticed by the way your expression completely changed.

“Excuse me?” You asked.

“God, why do you even talk to him?” He scoffed.

“The question is why do I even talk to you.” You corrected and ended the call before slamming your phone on the coffee table. “You can press play now.”

“You’re not gonna tell me what the hell that was about?” Andy looked at you with utter confusion.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I will worry about it. (Y/N),” he said as he turned his body completely towards you, “what happened?”

“Just Jordan being a dick.” You answered.

“What did he say?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes, actually, it does.” He placed the popcorn on the coffee table and placed his hand on your shin. “Talk to me.”

“He asked if I was doing anything today, I told him I was hanging out with you, he said ‘that fag?’, and then asked me why I even talked to you. I answered his question with a question and hung up.” You replied, annoyance clear in your voice.

He was quiet for a moment before he looked down. “Do you want me to leave?” His question too you back as well.

“Why would I want you to leave?” You asked.

“Well, I don’t wanna come between you and him.” He looked back up with you.

“Andy, you’re my best friend.” You paused for a moment as you played with your fingers. “And that means I should listen to you when you say someone isn’t good for me.” You sighed. “You were right Andy, he is a dick.”

“Hey,” he moved closer to you and wiped a tear that had unknowingly slid down your cheek. “don’t cry. He isn’t worth it.”

“It’s not that.” You sniffled, pissed that you couldn’t control your tears.

“Then what’s wrong?” He asked.

“It seems like no matter how hard I try, I can never find someone who gives a damn. What do I have to do to get into a relationship with someone who cares about me?” You growled in frustration. Andy knew about your past relationships that consisted of only two guys whom both cheated on you.

“Maybe you’re just looking in the wrong places.” He mumbled.

“Yeah, let me just go to China to look for someone who loves me.” You replied sarcastically.

“You know what I mean.” He replied. “Maybe you’ve already met someone like that you just haven’t taken the time to notice him that way.”

“Andy, you know I hate it when you talk like that. If there’s something or someone I’m missing here, please say s-“

“Me.” He interrupted you.

You looked at him like a deer in headlights. Did you hear him correctly? Did he have feelings for you? Since when? Why hadn’t he said anything before? Well, to be fair you hadn’t said anything either. “You?”

He nodded and looked down again. “Truth is, I’ve liked you for so fucking long now. It’s just with my touring and your school I didn’t think we’d have time for a relationship. Plus, I wasn’t sure if you felt the same. I still don’t know if you feel the same. I’m just tired of watching you date these worthless pieces of shit and not being able to be there for you the way I want to.” He looked back up at you. “I want to be there for you in ways that only I can. This already sounds way to sappy and too much like a fucking romance novel but it’s the truth.”

You sat and stared at him, almost emotionless. You had prayed for the day when he said something like this, but now you had no idea how to respond.

“Please say something. Are you happy? Are you mad?” He asked.

“The only thing I’m mad about is the fact that you didn’t say anything sooner. Andy, I’ve had feelings for you since before I was even with both of those douches.” He smiled as you finished and wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug that you happily returned.

“I’m glad I finally did.” He smiled as he buried his face in your neck. “You know what,” he said as he pulled away from the hug and grabbed your phone.

“What are you doing?” You asked, not able to wipe the smile off of your face.

You watched as he pressed a few things and then held the phone up to his ear. He pressed a finger to his lips and smirked. “Hey, this is Andy, you know the fag? Yeah, I just wanted to let you know that your girlfriend is sitting beside me and she wants nothing to do with you anymore. So, you can go ahead and loose her number.” He said before hanging up and placing your phone back down.

“An-“ you were interrupted as he leaned in to you and pressed a kiss to your lips. You smiled as you placed your hands on his cheeks and he wrapped his arms around your waist.

He pulled away and smirked at you. “How about that movie?”

BTS Bodyguard Yoongi 'Breaking Point' Pt 2

PART 1

It took a few days for the shock to wane after Yoongi quit. Now in a calmer frame of mind you wanted to talk to him again. Try one last time to get through his stubbornness. His absence was like a raw spot that was rubbed every time you noticed it. Including the earlier vacation time, all told he’d only been gone a week but it had crawled by. So used to seeing him on a daily basis you’d forgotten what it was like not having him there. It was not an experience you enjoyed.

In an effort to try and fix things you went to his apartment unannounced. If he could ambush you then you could do the same. When he pulled open the door you don’t know who looked more surprised. Him to find you standing there or you at his appearance. 

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All I Wanted; C.H. 20

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10**, part 11*, part 12*, part 13, part 14, part 15**, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19

“He is such a fucking prick. I – I feel so foolish. I kept defending him. I kept taking blow after blow for him. I honestly believed he at least had a bit of genuine interest in me. Boy, was I wrong.” I laugh humourlessly, tears slipping from my eyes as I squeeze them closed. I’ve kept them inside until I stood in front of his apartment.

Eventually, Harry and I ended up here. In his flat. And somehow, I needed to be around him. I felt safe. He is quiet, letting me be. Tears are slowly but steadily pouring from my eyes, my gaze cast upon the ceiling. He is sitting near my legs, gently rubbing them, trying to calm me, soothe me. But it’s not helping the slightest bit.

“Are you alright?” He speaks, his voice seems to have a slight tremor. He takes his stare off of his television and glances over at me, just as I lift my head off of his sofa. “What do you think?” I bite at him, but can’t help but let a hopeless laugh follow immediately. I feel his hands squeeze the skin of my knee before patting it.

“It’ll be alright, in the end, you know.”
“Ah, I do. But right now it fucking sucks and it hurts and I want him to stop breathing.” I wipe my tears from my face, my make-up probably stained beyond belief. I press myself in an upright position, tucking my legs underneath my bum. “Come here.” He smiles, opening his arms for a hug and another sob leaving my lips as I fall into them.

“You know your phone keeps vibrating. Maybe your mate is worried about you.” Harry reaches over and holds my lit up phone in my direction, my fingers reluctantly curling around the rectangle.

Are you alright? Luke said you felt sick. Why didn’t you say anything? Xx

One from Meredith. I type my reply, apologizing for my rapid departure and telling her I’ll get back to her in the morning. The other ones make my stomach churn.

Y/n! Where are you? You aren’t home!

Babe, please, answer me

When are you coming home?

God damn it Y/n, at least let me know you’re safe!

I scoff loudly as I throw my phone to the side, Harry shifting underneath our embrace. “What did he say?” I groan and pick up my phone again, dropping it in his lap. His eyes scan over the messages scattered along my screen before he sighs. “Maybe you should let him know you’re safe.”

“Why? Why should I? It’s not like he took my feelings into account. I need to do shit.” I huff, crossing my arms over my chest as I move away from Harry. He simply laughs heartily, his hand resting on his stomach. “Well, sadness is replaced by anger.”
“Ah, you know me – that shit goes rapidly.” I laugh, shaking my head. “How about a glass of wine?”

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“You know, I sort of forgot your drinking skills. Although I think you’ve slacked a bit.” Harry laughs as he empties the bottle into my mug – yes, we drank our wine from a mug. Because that is at least ten times more classy that way – but brings it to his lips to get the last droplets out.

“Oh puh-lease. I’d still win this drinking game if I wanted to.” I chuckle, setting my now empty mug on his tattered coffee table. I’m fascinated by the scratches that coat the surface, most of them made by my heels being slung across the room – ending in him breaking those lovely decorative vases his mum put on that coffee table.
“Ah, yeah. I see that.” Harry laughs as he sets the bottle beside my glass, slowly inching closer towards me.

“But uh – what are you going to do about this little problem that has seem to surfaced?” Harry questions me again – something he knows I loathe but seems to keep doing anyway.
“Do I need to do anything? Yeah maybe stay the fuck away from the bar, that seems like a solid plan.” I laugh boisterously, my hands rubbing over my stomach.

“You need to talk to him. Otherwise this’ll be haunting you for forever, I know you.” Harry throws his arm over my shoulder, hauling me into his solid chest. This feels familiar, something I’ve missed, but at the same time it feels completely wrong.
“Stop reading my mind, Haz. I know I should talk to him, but I don’t want to. I think that what I wanted was something I would never receive anyway, it was going to be something that was going to crash and burn as fast as it has bloomed. I reckon I did this to myself.”

“But isn’t it better to put it at rest so your mind can be at ease, at least?” I know he’s raising an eyebrow at me, even though I can’t see him do so. I know he’s right, finishing this off properly would help me cope, to say it like that. I felt like I was being a stupid ass bitch, because as Calum said – we weren’t together. Well not officially at least, perhaps my mind and heart had raced a bit too far and I sort of felt like – like we were. I don’t know.

“Since when are you such a philosopher?” I mumble, resting my head against his shoulder, feeling his heartbeat calmingly thump against my jaw. I should go talk to Calum, even if it were the last time. But not tonight. Tonight I want to forget. She was fucking right all along. Oh how I can hear Meredith tsk in my head along with the fervently I told you so. I almost groan out loud but am pulled out of my trance by Harry.
“Since we finished two bottles of wine under an hour, Y/n.” Harry speaks so softly, his voice barely a whisper, when I feel his fingertips brush against my jaw.

He slowly turns my head and before I have time to properly respond, I feel his soft lips press against mine. My eyes flutter none the less, this soft kiss being so familiar. It feels awkward and wrong on so many levels and when I lightly push against Harry’s chest, my own aches as I see the hurt flash for a split second.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea right now – with all that’s going on. Sorry.” I mumble, distancing myself from Harry who immediately starts to nod his head. “Yeah, yeah. You’re right. I’m sorry. It just felt – well right, like before and – “ he starts stammering, his hands roughly rubbing over his face.

“I understand. Maybe I should just – like leave.” I raise to my feet, sliding into my boots as Harry flies up from his spot on the sofa. “Y/n, you don’t have to – I – I was just being a total dick, you don’t have to leave.”

“I know I don’t, but I should. I’ll text you later, thanks for being my rock.” I lean up and press my lips against Harry’s scruffy cheek, squeezing his biceps once, hoping he’d get it that I don’t blame him for anything – I would’ve probably done the same thing if I wasn’t in my current situation.

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Like a paranoid I-don’t-know-what I drove past my house two times to make sure Calum wasn’t parked anywhere near before I drove onto my own driveway. I know I might be childish, but even if I knew a talk was inevitable, I wasn’t planning on doing it when I could still feel my blood boiling – although it could also be the wine coursing through my veins.

I start laughing rather loudly as I gather my personal items from the backseat of my car. “Don’t drink and drive, I tell everyone.” I hiccup, shaking my head at my own irresponsible behaviour. Harry keeps spooking through my head and I feel horrible about even ending up at his place – it felt like I was cheating. Harry thinking it’d be a good idea to kiss me only worsening this – I don’t know – guilt I was experiencing.

Calum may have been a dick and not completely aware of our status, but I thought differently about it and I somehow did the same as he did to me – although he doesn’t know, and isn’t going to ever anyway. I slam my door roughly, almost doing a three hundred and sixty-degree spin and I squeal as loud as my voice allows me to when I spot a shadow behind me.

I’m panting, my nails almost digging into the paintwork of my car as I stare at Calum two meters from me, my heart throbbing in my throat. “WHAT THE FUCK CALUM!” It’s the first that pops to mind and the first that flies past my lips as I try not to vomit.

“Where were you?” Calum steps closer and I’m quick to dodge to the left and make half a circle around him, trying to walk towards my front door without this ending in a discussion on the middle of the street – at two am in the morning, even.
“Excuse me? Like you have any business in where I spend my time.” I seethe, seeing him making my emotions bubble up as if it had happened mere second ago. Him being here wasn’t good for him or me.

“Y/n, don’t be like this. Let me explain.” Calum takes another step in my direction, holding his hand out towards me – but I don’t know what he desires of me. I have nothing left to give him.
“I’m not letting you do anything, Calum. Tonight, don’t expect anything from me. Please disappear off of my driveway before I phone the police. This is trespassing.” I point my car keys towards his feet, raising my eyebrows and barely keeping my stupid ass grin in check. It felt good to be at least a little bit mean and get this anger off of my chest. I see Calum’s features contort into one of pure shock before horror and pain follows but I keep my face as stoic as possible.

“Y/n, babe.. I didn’t mean to – I mean – Please listen to me.” Calum is rapid, but I saw him coming. Within a jiff, I’ve taken quite a few steps back and the distance has remained the same. I sigh deeply, knowing I might not get rid of him as easily as I wanted to – Calum had always had the reputation of being quite persistent.

“I am serious Calum. Please leave me alone. I need some time to get my thoughts in check.” I close my eyes, feeling them watering up again as my mind sobers up – even if it’s just a tiny bit.
“Promise me we’ll talk later.” Calum mumbles, and it sends another jab straight to my heart. How dare me ask something like that of me – I hadn’t even decided if I wanted to see him ever again, and here he is expecting me to let it slide like it were nothing and that we could be over this in a day or two. 

I shake my head as I turn away from him, starting slowly towards my door. I knew he had given up on his persistence to talk this out today, but I can’t help but jab once more towards him before I let this horrible night come to a closing.
“I can’t promise you anything, seeing as how you can’t even keep honesty between mates.”

If you have any hatred towards anyone after this, or anything that’s about to come, I understand. I have it too, lol.
Let me know what you think babes :)

All The Small Things - A Ronnie Radke Imagine

You are literally the best. :) Could i have an imagine about how you meet Ronnie Radke in the grocery store and you guys hit it off really well? Just to show that sometimes he is a slightly normal guy?

A/N: Aw thank you hun, I hope I don’t disappoint you now and you like your imagine :) I tried to make it a good one :) So enjoy reading and maybe leave a comment in my ask box :)

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anonymous asked:

First of all, I LOVE all of the pregnancy prompts you guys have written. Second of all, when you have time, can you pls write some pregnancy angst? Like, pre serum!steve or even post serum steve being bed ridden or smth during his pregnancy and bucky's afraid for him and blames himself for putting his stevie in this position. Thank you!! You guys do the lord's work :)) <3

I went with post-serum Steve and post WS Bucky, so I hope you enjoy! And all my fics seem to take place in some kind of alternate timeline where Bucky and Steve were reunited directly after CATWS, so AoU and CACW never happened…so that’s when this takes place XD -Jenna

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You try to leave

AN: So, this is my first written imagine, like not fake text or whatever and Idk what will it end up being like, plus I’m really tired and overwhelmed today lots happening, so just bare with my ass, okay? It contains “strong” language so if you’re not comfortable with that don’t read please, I won’t take crap about stupid thing like that, thanks :)

Request: Hey, idk if you do real written imagnes but if you do can you please do an imagine where yn and justin are married but she decides to leave one night because of a lot of things that were piling up?  but he tries to stop her? you can decide if she leaves or not lol, thank youu

Word count: Shit loads, more than I’ve ever written in my life probably but wrote it directly here on tumblr and this shit doesn’t show numbers (or I’m stupid which is likely too)


Y/n’s POV

Justin and I have been married for two years now. We have a beautiful baby girl together and everything seemed to be perfect until few weeks ago, people who were really bad influence on him came back into his life. And for some stupid reason, he let them like he didn’t recall all the shit they did to him. He came back from touring just a month ago and even thought he knows how much both Adeline and I have missed him, he doesn’t seem to care too much. He was out again tonight and I really wouldn’t have a problem with it if it wasn’t the fourth night this week. Plus, Adeline hasn’t been feeling too well so she has been awfully hard to deal with. I knew that I was marrying a superstar but I never thought things would be like this. There is even shit loads of articles that are saying he is cheating on me and if he hasn’t been acting like this lately, I would brush them off like I did for the past four years, but now I really don’t know what to believe. It makes me feel so insecure, bad and boarder line stupid as hell. I’m here taking care of this huge, empty house and our daughter and this is what I get in return? I scrolled through instagram and saw a picture of him and unknown girl posing together and I really don’t know what came over me, but the next thing I now, I’m packing Adeline’S and my bags trying to leave this house. 

When I was done with hers, I went to our bedroom and started with mine. I heard some noise but I thought I left the TV on, so I didn’t pay much attention. I finally had the necessities packed so I walked back to my daughters room to get her when I saw Justin closing her door. He smiled for a second but then saw the bag on my shoulder and his face changed expression. 

“What is that?” He asks confused, walking slowly towards me.

“A fucking bag, as you can probably see,” I answered rudely, trying to go pass him and into Adeline’s room. 

“Y/n what are you doing?” He stopped me once again, taking my hand into his. 

“I’m leaving Justin and I want my child, so please move,” 

“Hell I am. What the fuck are you doing, what happened? Did I do something?” He seemed mad for a split second but then his face just turned completely confused. 

“Are you fucking serious? You’ve been home for a month and you’ve spent two days with our child and I. You’ve been out with people who screwed you over and leaving me, the only fucking person that stood strong my you through everything you did, to take care of our sick child on my own while you get drunk and party with other girls. So yes, you fucking did do something dumbass,” I whisper-scream, not wanting to wake Adeline up since it took me two and a half hours to put her to bed. 

Justin’s face changed so many expressions in next few seconds that it was hard to keep track. 

“You.. We’r.. I don’t understand anything,” His hand went through his hair, frustration taking over him. 

“Figured you were fucking clueless,” I tried going pass him one more time, but he grabbed me and pulled me back to our bedroom. 

“Y/n, you are not leaving and you sure as hell aren’t taking my child with you. Are you fucking insane?” His eyes were a little glossy and it honestly surprised you because he sure as hell didn’t seem to have emotions lately. He came closer to me once again and cupped me face with his soft, warm hands. 

“I love you, baby. I love you and I love our daughter to death and I’m so sorry if I made it seem like I didn’t. You and Adeline seemed to be working perfectly fine without me while I was away and you learned to take care of everything on your own, my mom I still so distant, my father has been all about his new girlfriend and I felt so alone that I just turned back to the people I knew would take me because I have money. Everyone I love seemed to be okay without me and me being away almost excluded me from everything that is happening in Bieber family. I’ve talked to my mom once since I’ve been back and it was only because I answered your phone, whatever I try to do for Adeline you already did it or need to do it again after me because I suck. My worst fears of my loved ones not needing me are coming true baby and it hurts me so bad, I’m so lost and I’m so sorry. But you are my world, always have been always will be so please don’t leave me and please don’t take my princess with you,” He was sobbing at this point and it was very hard for him to speak so he just took a deep breath and silenced himself. 

I have never felt more terrible in my life. I made my husband, my best friend, father of my child, my rock and the love of my life to feel like I don’t need him. Like my child doesn’t need him, like we’re good without him around.

“Justin,” I took a deep breath and tried to collect myself. “I’m so sorry that I’ve made you feel like Adeline and I don’t need you. We need you, we need you so bad but I guess I just got used to having to do this on my own. She is 8 months old and we’ve been on our own for 5 of those, and I’m not blaming you by any means because I know that you do everything you do for the two of us and for your family but some things are a routine by now. Your mom loves you but she is also so scared and blames herself for what you did and thinks she did something wrong in raising you. But trust me when I say it that she loves you and needs you just like Adeline and I do and I’m so sorry that all of us made you feel different. And I’m sorry I tried to leave when you weren’t here like a fucking coward. I love you,” 

We were both sobbing messes at this point, and I don’t even know how much time did we spend just standing in the middle of our bedroom, that damn bag still on my back, one of his hands on my waist and the other one holding my head close on his chest. 

We have gone through so much together, we got married and had child but I’ve never felt closer to him than at that given moment. 

“I love you so much babygirl, always and forever,” He mumbled into my neck bringing me closer if it was even possible. 

Airports

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“I fucking hate airports.” You huffed, placing down your luggage out from the car boot to the pavement. If it weren’t for the fact that there is no other way to go to Sydney for your long overdue holiday, there was no way you would be at the place you liked to call hell.

Jay merely gave you a sympathetic smile knowing exactly how much you hated airports, always opting for the road whenever you had to travel domestically. It didn’t matter whether planes had less travel times, at all cost you tried to avoid being in the airport. Unless of course you had. Like now.

Gingerly placing a soft reassuring kiss on your forehead, he took the luggage from you before placing it on the trolley. “It’s going to be okay. Before you know it we’ll be in Australia having a threesome with kangaroos.”

The look of disapproval on your face was evident, lips set on a deep frown and brows furrowed darkly. You never did find an appreciation in Jay’s way of trying to ease tensions. Though you did see through the sentiment of his words, not that your body language ever showed it.

“You can have threesomes with kangaroos. I’m having an orgy with Bondi Beach locals.” You retorted back, just before walking away to leave an overly dramatic Jay clutching his heart.

“No wait babe come back!” He shouted. “I changed my mind! I don’t want to go to Australia anymore!”

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The Reality of Cancer and Healthcare

It wasn’t the cancer that took my dad’s life.

Before I elaborate on this, I’d like to first honor the man who fought a difficult four-month battle.

Myung Kim was born on February 7th, 1956 into a low-income family of four sons (including him) and a daughter. Without bias, he was an extremely attractive and charismatic man in his youth, carrying not only looks but also a versatile musical talent and an all-around athletic skill set. He met my mom in high school but they did not date until the late 70’s, sending love letters and pictures of themselves to each other. My mom flew to the United States in the early 80’s and my dad, as committed a lover as he was, joined her in Los Angeles and they finally wed on April 30th, 1983. Fast-forward three kids later, and Myung and his wife established a beautiful family (this usually would not be about me but I’ll include myself for my dad’s sake) that never really broke apart and looked out for each other through the best and worst of times. He loved collecting records, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Blue Velvet, Smokey Robinson, Joan Baez, Bob Dylan, the Bee Gees, zombie flicks, jokes that don’t make sense, embarrassing dance moves, dogs, Nana Mouskouri, Leonard Cohen, the Commodores, Magic Johnson, Eric Clapton, playing Dust in the Wind on guitar, practicing at the golf range alone, and being the best example he could to every single person on sight. To his last day, Myung developed an unbelievable resumé: choir conductor, songwriter, vocalist, music instructor, saxophone/guitar/flute extraordinaire, golf/badminton expert, effortlessly masterful cook, realtor, business owner, actor, bodyguard, model, Korean navy veteran (he was a bugle boy, don’t worry), faithful husband, unconditionally loving father, and proud servant of God. My father’s legacy was a lot to take in once I sat and deeply thought about it, and it is quite unreal to admit that I’m this man’s son, but I’m more than proud to boast that I had a father who demonstrated his love through so many ways.

My father went in for a blood test in early 2015 after signs of anxiety and depression following a traumatic car accident, and he noticed his platelet and white blood cell counts were low. His doctor assured him it was only a result of his past experiences and that the platelet and WBC counts should be back to normal eventually. Up to April 2016, his personality and reactions to surroundings changed. He couldn’t be in crowded places anymore, he smiled much less, he was less satisfied by food and company, and felt more frequently exhausted. His second blood test revealed extremely low platelet and WBC counts, and his doctor never reached a conclusion and prescribed him with what he thought would at least slow down the decreasing rate. Towards the end of the summer, my dad discovered a tumor near his pelvis and then did the doctor take a deeper look and properly diagnose my father with stage III follicular lymphoma and myelodysplastic syndrome (MDS, essentially pre-leukemia), two diseases that have been spreading since as early as my dad’s first blood test.

An ideal solution would have my dad go immediately into chemotherapy and surgical removal of the tumor, but due to his low platelet count, he was ineligible for either procedure. He would instead take multiple trips to the ER in a downtown hospital to get infusions of specialized platelets, white blood cells, and hemoglobin, which should have been able to keep his immune system afloat while receiving chemotherapy. In the meantime, my family had been reaching out to a much more experienced doctor in this realm of cancer, but because the hospital that doctor was stationed at did not accept our insurance coverage, we were left to wait until the first of January 2017 to switch insurance plans and send our father on his way to salvation. We were all hopeful and began our waiting game until the big day. But suddenly, everything went wrong.

For the sake of working professionals and confidentiality, I will keep all names anonymous.

I’m not sure where to begin, to be honest, so I will write the most I can remember onto this list:

  • My dad was taken to the ER and only required his routine transfusions which only should have taken a few hours, but even after reading the doctor’s note, the ER doctor ordered radiology as a “precaution,” which was avoidable and resulted in an additional 2 hours of waiting on average.
  • The nurses who put the IV’s into my dad’s arms were surprisingly inexperienced to the point where I’d compare them to freshman college students. They couldn’t find his blood lines and had to start over multiple times, causing my dad to bleed more than he should have, and they left to find another person who knew how to put the IV’s in better. (More on this later)
  • The ER doctor completely disregarded my dad’s doctor’s note for a specialized platelet order and gave my dad a general platelet infusion, resulting in a severe fever and further delay on his required infusions.
  • Hospital food is usually horrible, I know, but I really don’t know if you consider hot water with a few chopped green onions in it “soup.”
  • The infection doctors have no idea what they’re talking about and are completely useless. I’ll just leave it at that.
  • My dad asked for a discharge approval because of an important meeting the next day, but one infection doctor went on a tangent about how one cancer patient asked for a discharge approval and died a few hours later. And he laughed.

On top of all of these issues, I would like to talk about one man who (although I am really trying to avoid personal opinion) is honestly the living spawn of Satan. My dad had an assigned admitting doctor who is the leading example of what the medical field should not be. This man walks into the room for 30 seconds every 24 hours and has the final say on my dad’s discharge approval based on what he hears from his stethoscope. He has absolutely no personality, is completely apathetic, and fails to hide from his expression that he is only checking in to collect his paycheck. I read a Yelp review on this doctor and one of the one-star reviews (there was no higher review) said that after one patient had passed away, the patient’s daughter contacted the doctor, who claims to not recognize the name of the patient and blames the fact that he deals with so many patients in one day. More on this doctor shortly…

At home, my mom discovered what looked like a rotting bullet wound on my dad’s ass with pus oozing from it, and my dad’s arms were red and swollen. We soon discovered that the wound was a resulting bed sore from the nurses failing to turn my dad on his bed since he was left waiting in the same position for as long as three consecutive days (he couldn’t turn or leave his bed from either the IV’s or the pain), and the swollen arms are from the inexperienced nurses who ruined my dad’s arms multiple times. Eventually, his ability to walk and move his arms started fading away and the light at the end of the tunnel began to gradually dim. On Christmas morning, I woke up hoping for just one good day, but instead I found myself taking my dad back to the hospital, but this time not just to the ER.

In the waiting room, we were told that my dad had to spend some time in the ICU because he was in critical condition. His arms were too swollen to take any infusions, so he had to have a PICC line catheter surgically inserted into his body. During this time, my mom was approached by both my dad’s cancer doctor and the Satan doctor, who happened to be lounging on a chair with his legs crossed while this happened, and the cancer doctor told her that my dad’s organs were failing to recognize any of the infusions and that she should “be prepared.” I’ve never felt so much weight on my chest until this moment. The catheter insertion was successful and we were able to see my dad again but he stopped talking.

My dad was unrecognizable at this point and all he could do was heavily breathe with his eyes half-open. His heart rate was as high as 160 and his blood pressure was as low as 40. I’m having a hard time writing from this point on but we spent every possible second reminiscing on how wonderful a father he was. We played videos of our dogs barking, my dad singing in choir, us laughing, etc, and we’d talk about things to do once my dad is back to normal, like going boat fishing in Hawaii, golfing 18-hole, having a feast, and seeing my sisters have children in the future. When I was alone with him, I told him how he’s my hero and how sorry I am for treating him like dirt the last four years when he did all in his power to spend time with me. He really was my hero and I failed to recognize how selfless and giving of a father he was to me. On December 30th, 2016, Myung Kim, choir conductor, songwriter, vocalist, music instructor, saxophone/guitar/flute extraordinaire, golf/badminton expert, effortlessly masterful cook, realtor, business owner, actor, bodyguard, model, Korean navy veteran, faithful husband, unconditionally loving father, and proud servant of God passed away.

It wasn’t the cancer that took his life. It was the infection from the bed sore.

My sisters know in more detail the flaws of every single person who cared for my father, and maybe I should write more, but my everything is still restless from having seen the man who I forever love descend six feet underground earlier today. I thought I was strong enough. But I saw him in his Corona hat signed by Smokey Robinson and Uniqlo winter jacket waving one last goodbye from his grave, and that’s when I remembered everything. The hide-and-seek games, the breakfast he got up at 6:00am to make for me every day from kindergarten to 12th grade, him ending every phone call with “I love you,” no matter what the phone call was about, and all other memories that stabbed me simultaneously made me crumble and scream at the top of my lungs. The medical system failed my dad, and I’m really not sure how stable I can be the rest of my life without him as my foundation.

So, what should you know? This is also a lot to write so I’ll make a list again:

  • A life without compassion is no life at all. People in the medical field who lack compassion and only study their lives away just to get fat paychecks are very likely to put someone’s life in danger, and it’s ironic.
  • Get the best damn medical insurance coverage you can afford. I understand that it’s extremely difficult, especially with Führer Trump’s upcoming presidency, but you want the best hospital with the best staff to the point where the ensuing debt is worth it.
  • Check the physical conditions of EVERY part of the body of your loved one being treated. Movement is life, and blood must circulate everywhere.
  • Read reviews of doctors treating your loved ones before meeting them because some of them will fuck you over.
  • Spend as much time as possible with your loved ones. This is cliché and you hear it all the time, but this is coming from a heartbroken man whose heart won’t fix itself for a long time. I thought my dad would live to 100 and he’d see all my life accomplishments, but I lose him 40 years sooner in a time where our dynamic has been so shaken up from me leaving home for college. Hug whoever you can, even for no reason. Say “I love you” for no reason. Make sure whoever you spend time with recognizes that they have done a job well done being in your company and sacrificing whatever they could for you.

I skipped a lot of details writing this, but I’m too broken to think at this point. I miss him. God’s with him, and hopefully I join them soon, but I have big shoes to fill and I have no choice but to swallow my feelings and look after my mom. My last wish for any of you is to experience a loved one lose a battle to cancer not from the cancer itself but something that could have easily been avoided. Maybe my dad could have lived to 100. Life just doesn’t work like that, does it?

Hayes Grier - Hate

Request:  Heyyyy can you make an imagine y/n and haye are together but nash hates y/n and they brake up ? Youcan choose the end

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When you are with someone I think it is really important to everyone that our lover’s family accepts and maybe loves you. You don’t want to have a bad relationship with the ones your partner loves. Unfortunately I wasn’t lucky enough to have all my boyfriend’s relatives’ love.

Hayes and I met in a store and he attempted to get my number with his cheesy pick-up lines. It was kind of cute, and a few weeks later we started to go out. Everything was good and perfect until the point where I met Nash.

From the first minute he laid his eyes on me I could feel the hate coming from him. He tried to keep up the smiley face when he had to, but I knew he hated me for some reason I didn’t know. The weird thing is that I had never done anything to him, so I was clueless about his behavior towards me. Once he even told me straight to my face. It was at one of their event. Hayes was in his dressing room getting ready when we happened to be at the same room. I wanted to start a delightful chat, but he stopped me.

“Please stop talking, I can’t hear it.”

“Hear what?” I asked confused.

“Your voice,” he replied looking at me with an annoyed face. “I don’t know why my brother is with you, but that doesn’t mean that we have to be friends. I don’t like you and I will never want to be your friend. Just… stay away from me.”

I was shocked hearing his little speech and I couldn’t even move after he left the room. I had literally no idea why he acted like this with me, and at first I thought he only acted like that when we were alone, but after a while Hayes noticed it too.

He even asked Nash about it and he just simply told him the same things he said to me. It made me wonder why he hated me but since he didn’t even want to talk to me it stayed a secret.

Soon it started to affect our whole relationship, which I thought was impossible, but it really did happen. Hayes had to spend a lot of time with Nash and it made our situation harder, because I didn’t want to meet Nash and he obviously didn’t want to be in the same room with me. I knew it was tearing Hayes apart, knowing that two of the most important people in his life didn’t get along well. A lot of times he had to choose between us, and at the end I always told him to choose his brother, because his family is above everything. But I couldn’t lie to myself, it hurt so badly that Nash made it harder for us to be together. We already had problems because of his crazy schedule, so it was just the top of the mountain.

Then one day everything changed, and I lost my love because of one of his family member. We had been together for more than half a year, when Nash had this mental breakdown. I guess he had too much on his plate with his movie and other projects, but it affected his whole life and everyone else’s around him. One night Hayes called me if he could come over and I could feel that something was terribly wrong.

When he arrived he told me to sit down, so we both took a seat at our dining table.

“Um, the thing is that Nash is having a hard time right now,” he started staring at his hands on the table. “He is not taking things right at that moment, and we had an argument a few hours ago.”

I gulped hard being afraid of what was coming.

“He told me how he can’t stand you around him or even me, I yelled at him for being disrespectful with you. I truly can’t stand how he acted lately and I told him that, but it just made him even more angry.” He looked up at me with sad eyes and somehow I was feeling what was coming next. “I talked to my parents and I thought about everything and I think it would be the best if… if we didn’t meet until he gets better.” His voice was shaking as he finished his sentence and I knew it hurt to him just as much as to me. I hated Nash for ending my relationship with Hayes because of his problems, but I knew that Hayes had to choose his family. I wouldn’t have done any differently, so I didn’t blame him, but I didn’t blame Nash either. I was just mad that we had to be in this situation.

I nodded trying to fight my tears back, but one of them run down on my face.

“I totally get it, Hayes,” I whispered not being able to speak any louder.

“I’m so sorry, I just… I have to help him get his life together again.” He took my hands between his and pulling it to his lips he kissed my knuckles.

“I know, and I understand it. I just wish we didn’t have to do this,” I said whipping my tears away. We stood up at the same time and I leaped into his arms holding him strongly. I didn’t want to let him go knowing I would be able to see or touch him for a long time. I didn’t even know if it was the end of everything or this meant just a little break.

“I love you, baby girl, don’t forget that,” he whispered kissing my temple.

“I love you too, Hayes.”

 

Weeks passed by and Hayes and I hadn’t met, but we occasionally talked on the phone, or texted each other. I didn’t want him to know how bad I felt since he left that night, because he had enough problems without me and I felt like he was doing okay with the situation, which hurt a little to be honest, but never mind. But then I got the strangest text ever. It was from Nash.

“Come over in ten, we have to talk.”

I had no idea what he could possibly want from me, but I was there in exactly ten minutes. He opened the door for me and led me into the living room.

“Um, is everything okay?” I asked worried.

“To be honest, no,” he sighed sitting down next to me on the couch. “Listen, I will just tell you the truth. I know that Hayes and you broke up because of me and I thought that it would make things easier for me, but then I saw what it did to him.”

“You mean the break up?” I asked.

“Yes. He is totally out of his mind, I can tell that he is deeply unhappy and I don’t like to see my brother like that.”

I took a deep breath. Hayes missed me, oh thanks God!

“So I asked you to come here because I want you and Hayes to get back together again.”

“But wouldn’t it be bad for you?” I asked furrowing my eyebrows at him.

“Right now I don’t care about anything else than seeing my brother happy again.”

As he said that the front door opened and Hayes walked in with Elizabeth. When he saw me his eyes widened, I gave him a smile and then Nash stood up.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” he asked surprised. Nash answered the question for me.

“She is here for you, bro. I had enough of your sad face, so I want you two to get back together,” he announced. I stood up and slowly walked to Hayes.

“Really?” he asked putting his arms around my waist.

“Yes, really. But please, no making out in front of me,” he warned us with rolling his eyes, but it was too late. Hayes crashed his lips to mine and was kissing me like we hadn’t seen each other in years. It surely felt like years and I could understand his eagerness.

I had never thought that it would be Nash who would make thing right between us. I still didn’t know why he hated me, but right at that moment I was thankful for what he did.

Mistletoe

- First Christmas one shot of the week! - MASTERLIST -

Michael - Ashton - Luke 

A loud squeal and jump on my bed woke me up, immediately I opened my eyes in a fright and saw my room mate with wide eyes full of excitement as she wore her Christmas onesie, one that matched mine exactly. “Wake up wake up!” She continued to jump on my bed next to me, pounding my side until I moved and sat up.

Groaning I move my hair out of my face and just stare at her blankly, “It is 7 in the morning Al,” I point to my window where it is still pitch black outside and back to her. “can’t you let me rest?” Slowly I began to pull my duvet back over myself only to have it quickly ripped off, exposing my onesie in all its glory.

“Nope.” She smiled in response, this one was like a child full of excitement to see what Santa had left, hard to believe she is 20 years old. “Cause its Christmas!” Jumping off of my bed she ran out of the room whilst I sat trying to gather my thoughts and still in disbelief how someone has so much energy at such an hour.

Eventually I got up, well was forced up by Ali a lot sooner than I had hoped. Just as I went to grab the cup of tea she had made she grabbed my hand and ushered us towards the front door. “Wait wait wait.” I stopped in my tracks pulling her arm back and ensuring that I didn’t spill my scolding hot tea over myself. Looking at me with innocence written in her eyes I raise an eyebrow to her, “Why are we going outside, dressed like this.” Motioning to our outfits she shrugs her shoulders continuing without a second thought.

“We’re going to Ashtons’ for Christmas morning, you know, we talked about this last night.” Ali stated as she opened the front door followed by me slipping in front of her and quickly shutting it.

Rubbing my eyes I try and comprehend what is going on in her mind, “You mean you told me when I was half drunk after having Christmas drinking games with you at 11pm?” Smiling brightly she just nods and nudges me out of the way and opens the door. As I lean against the door frame she grabs my arm until I’m just over the barrier between our beloved flat and the ugly hallway.

Ashton is our neighbour who happens to be Ali’s boyfriend, it was great- for her. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a good guy, he keeps her happy but it doesn’t mean there are faults; by faults I mean his room mate Calum. Me and Calum just never seemed to click, we often had odd run ins when getting the lift down to the ground floor or when Ali and Ash would have make out sessions on his couch so he’d ask to sit in our flat for all of an hour listening to his own music yet we never really talk.

Now to make matters worse I have to go and spend Christmas morning with them in a bright red onesie covered in Christmas decorations that smells like red wine- I blame Ali. Plus having incredibly bad bed hair after a surprise attack from the adult child and to top it all off, I have morning breath. All being things I never share with anyone, let alone my best friends boyfriend and his estranged room mate.

Ali knocked on the door and held her excitement as she bobbed up and down whilst I stood behind her holding back the urge to loudly yawn. Taking a sip of my tea I was interrupted when a loud shout caused me to spit it back into the mug, “Merry Christmas!” Ashton yelled enthusiastically whilst I violently coughed after my tea going down the wrong pipe and the other half being back in my mug.

Sighing at the poor mug of wasted tea all goes silent as I straighten myself up and see all eyes are on me, even Calum peeping behind Ashton. Luckily for me Ashton is in ‘pajamas’ that consist of joggers and a hoodie that Ali got him for his birthday last year and I could hear the Christmas music echoing through their flat. He messed with the already out of shape gold curls on his head and brightly smiled at Ali, taking her hands and kissing her cheek.

“Merry Christmas Ali.” All of a sudden it was weird seeing the two of them so shy, he held her hands and swung them from side to side slowly before glancing up just above their doorway. “Mistletoe.” He spoke under his breath to her which received a giggle in response.

All I saw was her arms go up around his neck and his around her waist, she stood on her tip toes in those dirty fluffy socks she insisted on wearing as they were ‘festive’ even though they were just green, but you can’t dampen her spirit. The girl sure does love Christmas, and since we both couldn’t make it home then might as well make the best of the situation.

Pulling away from each other they headed on through leaving me to walk in and Calum quietly stood there waiting for me. He too looked as disheveled as I felt and before I could speak up Ali interrupted, “Go on then!” She yelled to us with pure excitement whilst Ashton held her close in a hug, glancing down to her with such admiration. That look, so simple but so meaningful, that was what I wanted.

Calum looked behind him as well then back at me with a perplexed look on his face, Ashton merely laughed before piping up. “Come on, it’s Christmas.” Raising an eyebrow to the both of them they merely groaned before pointing to the mistletoe above the two of us causing my eyes to widen.

Exchanging a worried glance with Calum who then looked up his head starting shaking frantically. “No, no no no no.” I told them and Calum agreed whilst Ali and Ashton just blankly looked at us.

“If you don’t you won’t get presents.” Ashton looked to Calum who then lowered his head in disappointment.

“Or mulled wine.” Ali raised an eyebrow to me and mentally I kicked myself for finishing it off last night.

Turning back to face Calum I muttered under my breath “Just a kiss, only one I mean, it’s Christmas.” Hoping to convince myself as I silently apologised to him. Standing on my tip toes and leaning in his arms held my waist to support me and I found my arms around the back of his neck. “I’m sorry for my morning breath.” I muttering into his lips just before I kissed him and felt him smile into it.

It was, unexpected to say the least. Pulling away I could feel a pink hue cross my cheeks and the butterflies would need shooting in my stomach if they didn’t soon stop fluttering so much. Avoiding eye contact I walked past him and headed into the living room only to be greeted by more festivities than Santa’s grotto itself.

Letting out a soft laugh Ali and Ashton snuggled down together by the tree whilst I took the single sofa and wrapped myself up. Calum walked on in and smiled my way resulting in an immediate blush to form and suddenly I couldn’t look him in the eyes. “I’ll be a minute.” I vaguely heard Ali say as I completely zoned out, then I felt someone grip my wrist and I was dragged out into the hallway by Ali who stood with a confused expression on her face and hands on her hips looking far from intimidating in a onesie.

“What?” Bluntly I asked and then avoided eye contact, opting to focus on those dirty socks instead of her eyes, fearing judgement.

“Oh my god.” She spoke up and then I lifted my head, her much agape and eyes wide I let out a small groan. “You like him don’t you?” Lifting her hand she gripped my arm and the level of excitement shot off of a radar.

Scoffing I shook my head and crossed my arms, “Yeah right.” Joking about I tried to use my defense mechanism but slowly failed, the filter I kept up faded as I lowered my head and hugged Ali tightly. “Why did this have to happen?” Moaning she rubbed my back and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Mistletoe for you gal,” Softly chuckling she held me at arms length, whilst I pouted. “does wonders for love birds.”

Last Year - Pt. 2 (Sam x Reader, angst, requested drabble)

Part One requested by @endureandmeme - honestly I had to stop myself from laughing every time I typed ‘Denise’ bc of all your guys’ asks #fuckdeniseclub2k16. The response to this was overwhelming and I’m blown away by the level of kindness and support from you guys - thank you so so much for reading what I write and enjoying it!! It means the world to me <3 God help anyone who would ever cheat on you guys too omg hahah

Word Count: 3,116

Warnings: Cheating, brief NSFW mentions 

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The sound of fireworks and trumpets mingle in the warm Cuban air above Sam. Cheers and laughter erupt from the crowd and he has to hold his drink close to his chest to prevent lively civilians from spilling it all over him.

“July in Cuba, right, kid?” he hears Sully’s voice behind him and the older man slaps a hand against his back with a laugh. Sam looks over his shoulder and grins in response. The two of them had decided to take a trip for the Carnaval de Santiago de Cuba; for old times’ sake, as always.

“I wish Y/N was here to see it,” Sam shouts above the noise, and the fireworks illuminate Sully’s face long enough for Sam to see him nod.

Twenty minutes later and Sam is seven shots and two beers in with his hands resting on some stranger’s hips as they dance down the street. There have to be thousands people crowding the city, all bright colours and deafening conga music with the stench of rum, smoke and sweet tropical air filling the night. As the dancing goes on, the stranger behind him wraps their arms around his middle. He can hear and feel them laughing behind him. The song changes and he turns to face them.

It’s a woman. Brown hair, kind hazel eyes and a smile that makes Sam’s stomach flip. That’s probably the alcohol, he thinks to himself as he his eyes catch the back of Sully’s head in the crowd and reality hits him like a train. But her hands are on either side of his face now, pulling his gaze back to her.

“My name’s Denise!” she calls to him, trying to raise her voice above the music and fireworks and shouting.

Don’t tell her your name. Turn around. Turn the fuck around, Sam. Don’t you dare open your goddamn mouth. You can’t do this her. You can’t do this to—

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mrsniamhymurs45 said:
I’m begging you to make a part two for No Love! I badly need a part two, it was so skilfully and beautifully written and I would love to see more! Maybe even a happy ending for Y/N and Joe? This is just too good not to continue, it’s just a must continue story! 😍 but if your happy with how it is then you don’t have to write a part two but my feels are all over the place right now! Xx


Part I: http://imagines-joesugg.tumblr.com/post/127517719821/joe-sugg-imagine-no-love

As days went by into weeks and the weeks turned into months it became four months since you left the Jaspar flat and had spoken to Joe.
Unsurprisingly the gaming video you filmed was never posted - but one with a very similar concept was with Caspar as a guest.

It was now Christmas season, in fact Christmas Eve, you still lived in your hometown of Lacock - Wiltshire county, you had moved out of your parents house and had your own small flat.

Without much plans for Christmas as you were by yourself, your parents had moved to Spain a couple years ago… You had just planned on staying in pyjamas, eating unhealthy yet delicious foods and watching movies or Netflix.

“Mmm popcorn.” You said to yourself as the microwave popped it, you stood in pyjamas holding a bowl. You felt your phone vibrate and you reached into your pocket, bringing your phone to your face you seen Zoe had texted you;

* Zoe 💄 Sugg: Hiya (Y/N)! I’m home for Xmas with Alfie and dad mentioned you’re alone?!? That isn’t cool at all! You have to come over and spent it with us, dads cooking a massive bird as well! *

As you read over the message you felt your stomach dropping, thinking of how to get out of this without sounding rude, you replied to Zoe;

* You: Hey Zo, I appreciate the offer but I don’t want to intrude, besides I don’t have any gifts for anybody and I’m in the middle of this great movie! *

You sent off your reply as your microwave beeped and you placed the bowl down, taking the bag out you shook it around before opening it and pouring the buttery goodness into the awaiting bowl.

You didn’t made it to the bin with the empty bag and your phone started vibrating across the counter. You quickly tossed the bag and darted back before it had the chance to vibrate itself off the counter onto the awaiting floor.

“Oh Jesus.” You said inhaling you accepted the call and brought the phone to your ear. “Hello Zoe.” You said looked out your flats kitchen window. A slushy white dusting covered the ground.

“You can pause your movie. You pack a bag and you get your behind over here! You will not be spending Christmas alone!” Zoe sounded serious on the other end of the phone.

“But, Zoe… It’s fine, I appreciate it!” You added again really not wanting to come across as ungrateful. “No, you be here within the half hour; were going sledging. Honestly I’m surprised Joe hasn’t texted you yet and invited you.”

You almost dropped the phone. “Joes there? I mean - of course yeah, it’s his house.” You shook your head mentally bringing the slap back for asking such a stupid question aloud.

“Are you okay?” Zoe asked now with a more curious tone. “Fine, just trying to pack!” You changed the subject. “Good! See you soon!” Zoe said brightly hanging up.

“What the hell did I just get myself into?” You looked at your popcorn and sighed placing the bowl in the sink, you went into your room, changing into your basic go to outfit before pulling on a pair of splash pants and a somewhat thick jacket.

You put some clothes into a bag, grabbed your MacBook and chargers. Before your keys - you left your flat.

Stopping at the only shop still open on Christmas Eve too grabbed gift cards, everyone likes a gift card…

You pulled into the Sugg driveway, turned off your car and set there for a long minute staring at Joes car, you remembered the late nights driving around in that car, the drives to school - even taking it for your license!

You walked to the front door and knocked. Zoe bounced to the door and smiled, “since when do you knock?” She asked, even she could tell something wasn’t right with the situation. “It’s been a while, sorry.” You offered and she laughed, you walked inside and put your bag down.

You hadn’t been here in what felt like decades, nothing had changed - there was still a slight dent in the door frame of the living room which was caused by your head slamming into it with a bike helmet after perhaps one too many beers one parentless weekend.

You greeted Daddy Sugg and spoke to him for a bit trying to avoid the man you’d proclaimed your love for and was shut down immediately…

* Joes POV *

Sat in my room, I looked at the little bits I still had here. “Christ.” I said seeing the faded lines of a black sharpie on the wall. “Got in trouble for that one.” I said to myself.

“No you didn’t. (Y/N) did.” Zoe stood in the doorway and I looked at her.

“You were absolutely drunk out of your mind! Remember? You were over at Tara Murphys, got drunk on her parents homemade wine, called (Y/N) at two in the morning to pick you up, she snuck you back home without mom and dad waking up and busting you - you drew a big dick on your wall and when dad found it, she took the blame, her parents grounded her for the month nearly.” Zoe finished the recollection.

“Oh… Yeah. I remember now.” I hadn’t realised how many memories I shared with (Y/N), how many times she’s saved my ass from a good old fashioned ‘parental lashing’ … How many times I leaned on her for support for any crazy idea and she was always there, one hundred percent - all the time without question.

I guess you don’t realise things like that until there’s a possibility someone might not be that person anymore.

“How could you forget? That girls gone out of her way to do anything for you. It’s not like she could say likewise.” Zoe crossed her arms.

“What do you mean?” I looked up at my older sister quickly with eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“Honestly Joe, you’re hopeless sometimes.” Zoe shook her head her umbrae hair was down and fell around her shoulders. “All the times you ditched your so called best friend because a cute girl invited you out or around…”

“Zoe, she told me she loved me!” I didn’t want to hear anymore of her hard facts. “When?” Zoe asked confused.

“A few months ago, we were filming at my flat, she confessed her love for me.” My fingers ran into my hair pulling at it slightly.

“That’s unfortunate for her.” Zoe put her hands on her hips. “Pardon?” I blinked at her.
“Yeah, I feel bad for her, you don’t choose who you fall in love with Joe, let’s face it it’s not like you deserve it. I mean you’re my brother and I love you but… You can be a real dick sometimes, especially to your friends.”

“I.” I started to speak but Zoe continued, “I think you must love her a little bit more then a friend or you wouldn’t be up here pining over the situation.” Zoe shrugged.

“Hey! Are we going sledging or what?!” Alfie called up the stairs.
“Yes we are!” Zoe said brightly putting an end to the conversation … Well, more a her reeming me out a bit.

“I hate when she’s right.” I whispered as Zoe left my bedroom…

* Your POV *

Standing on top of the slushy snow covered hill, you guys had taken turns sledging down and seeing who could go the fastest.

Trying to not dwell on the past you did manage to enjoy yourself. “Let’s have another race - me and Zoe verse Joe and you.” Alfie said.

“YEAH!” Zoey said brightly throwing her hands up in the air with excitement from the front of the sled.

Glancing at the sled you shrugged a bit. “Why not.” You smiled.

“Hop on my carriage.” Joe said gesturing for you to get on.

“You need to be in front, you’ve got the shorter legs.” You pointed out and he shook his head. “It’ll be fine, come on.”

“Joe, the sled will tip.” You knew it would but climbed on the front crossing your legs over, you tensed as Joe climbed on behind you, his arms came around either side of you and grabbed the front of the sled.

You pushed off with your hands when Alfie yelled GO and halfway down the hill like you called, you felt the sled turning to the side before tipping and the pair of you went flying into the shallow snow.

You landed on your back the wind knocked out of you, you took a minute to catch your breath, feeling the cold slush on your face. “Ow.” You admitted looking up at the overcast evening sky.

“Are you okay?” Joe had crawled over to you, his face looking down at yours. “Peachy.” You closed your eyes and blinked a couple times as flakes of snow from an overhead tree started to fall off.

“Listen, (Y/N)… I have to tell you, I didn’t realise before but, you are the best friend a person could ask for, Zoe made me realise, I do love you … as a best friend… A best friend Id want to spent the rest of my life with, because - what are couples suppose to be but best friends.” He explained.

“Joe.” You started but you couldn’t say anything further as you felt his cool lips press down against yours.

Your eyes had closed when your lips touched, you lent up slightly into his kiss, your hand brushed up the back of his neck, knocking the hat he wore off into the snow, your fingers twisted gently into his hair.

Joe ran his hand up and down the side of your jacket, moving up slightly to make the kiss a bit deeper.

Carefully the kiss ended and you opened your eyes again, “I’m sorry if I hurt you before, it was never my intention. I just didn’t see what amazing thing I had in front of me. It took a kick in the arse from my sister to put it into perspective.” He admitted, brushing a melting snowflake off your cheek.

“I forgive you.” You broke down almost.

“I love you, (Y/N).” Joe kissed the tip of your cold nose softly. “I love you, too Joe.” You smiled.

He pulled you to stand with him and you both turned your head and noticed Zoe and Alfie staring from the top of the hill…

The next morning sitting around the Christmas tree, you sat with Joe, snuggled close with a content smile on your face. Joes fingers massaging small circles on your thigh.

You both glanced up as his mom and dad walked into the room and stared at the two of you.

“About time.” His dad nodded approvingly…