but i just can't take some things anymore so i better leave for a few minutes

I.    I can vividly recall two things about Kindergarten: one being that my teacher, Mrs. Barker, could never have enough bee-themed decorations in her classroom. The second thing was Delilah.

“II.    Delilah was my best friend in Kindergarten. She had wavy brown hair, beautiful dark brown eyes and skin, and she always wore the same thing: a blue sweater with yellow flowers. I wish I remembered more about her, and about our friendship, but the image of her smiling at me on the hooded blacktop is all I can remember. What strikes me the most about this is that despite however many faces have come and gone in my life, her face, her hair, her eyes, and her sweater are still so clearly-defined in my memory.

“III.    In the first grade, Mrs. Sullivan taught us about butterflies. Her golden blonde hair ended just above her shoulders, and she always smiled as though she was the happiest person in the world. I don’t recall if I ever did, but I hope that at some point, I told her she was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. I hope I made her smile.

“IV.    When I was in the second grade, I moved to a different elementary school; not long after beginning there, I met a girl named Katie. I don’t remember many details about our friendship; I don’t know what we talked about, what part of the playground we enjoyed the most, or if she liked Littlest Pet Shop toys just as much as I did. What I do remember is falling on the grass, and a moment later, Katie offering me her hand to help me stand again, giggling loudly as she did so. There must have been something very special about Katie that stuck with me, because when I had to move again, I kept a photo of her that she gave me, one where she was positively beaming at the camera. I don’t remember exactly when I lost the photo, but I still remember just how utterly happy she looked.

"V.    For most of the third grade, a girl named Natalie shared a bus seat with me, where we would read the same books together, taking great care not to turn the page until knowing that the other had also finished reading it. When I had to move at the end of the year, she took a bright red colored pencil to the inside cover of her personal copy of ‘Marley and Me’, which was our favorite, and wrote ‘FROM: NATALIE’ in the tidiest letters she possibly could. Before leaving the bus for the last time, she asked me to keep it.

"VI.    In the fourth grade, I had finally settled into a school that I would be staying in, and that was when I met Kaitlynn.

"VII.    Kaitlynn had bright red hair, impeccable fashion, and some of the highest cheekbones I had ever seen. We sat together on the bus rides to and from school every day, shared silly secrets, and I couldn’t have asked for a better friend at the time. Seeing as she was such a beautiful and kind girl, Kaitlynn attracted many other friends, as well as boys in our grade who would gawk at her from afar. Sometime towards the end of fourth grade, her newer friends convinced her to tell me that we couldn’t be friends anymore. I was heartbroken, and after an agonizing forty-five minute recess of me slugging around the playground by myself, the girls took pity on me, and Kaitlynn said we could be friends again.

"VIII.    We remained friends, if not acquaintances, for many years. I think some part of me always cared for her more than a friend would, but after elementary school, we didn’t speak as much. We rarely shared a bus seat anymore, but when we did, she would go on as if our previous conversation had only just finished. I held no resentment for her, and genuinely enjoyed her company, even if it was only when she needed to vent about something or pass the time. I always thought of her as the girl who could never be hurt by anything or anyone, but when she only seemed to share her vulnerable moments with me, I couldn’t help but feel special.

"IX.     I never realized that all the years meant so much to her, because on the last day of seventh grade, the day she had to move across the country, away from all her friends she had made over the years, she sat with me on the bus ride home. She quietly asked me if I knew it was her last day, and when I said yes, she burst into tears. I was surprised, seeing as our last conversation had been so long ago, but I immediately embraced her, gently stroking her hair to calm her down. Though it was difficult through her sobs, I was able to catch a few ‘I’m sorry’s, ‘I’ll miss you’s, and occasionally-coherent thoughts, like how she wished she had been a better friend to me, and that she was so thankful for all the time I spent listening to her, even when she treated me poorly or otherwise ignored me. We hugged one last time before she had to get off the bus, and she managed to look as if nothing had happened by the time her stop had come. As she waved goodbye and smiled brightly to some of the other students on the bus, I desperately wished that she would never leave.

"X.     Now that I understand what all this means, I can hardly keep myself from telling others just how much I love women. The little girl who pined for girl after girl after girl finally gets the validation she deserved but never received so many years ago.

—  “but you’ve never liked girls before,”

anonymous asked:

Hi!! I've spent the last few hours just reading your work and omg I love the way you interpret the prompts! You're making the long hiatus so much better already and I can't wait to read more! I have a prompt request as well: friends with benefits to realizing they like each other (with some angst added in!) thank you!!! :)

First of all thank you so much, that’s so sweet of you! Second of all, here it is! This is more playful than angsty but I still hope it’s okay!

AU: Jughead never went to Riverdale High and never became friends with Betty and the gang the way they were supposed to. Archie, Jughead, and Betty were close in middle school, but once they parted ways and Jughead followed in his father’s footsteps of becoming a Serpent, their relationship was never the same.

Betty brushed past Cheryl Blossom as she hurried her way down the freshly-mowed lawn of Riverdale High’s courtyard, nearly snagging her baby blue sweater on one of Cheryl’s particularly sharp insect brooches as their shoulders slammed into one another.

“B, where the hell have you been?” Veronica called to her from their usual picnic table at the end of the quad, her prized set of pearls shining elegantly in the mid-afternoon sunlight.

Ignoring the icy glare that Cheryl tossed in her direction, Betty maneuvered her way through the crowd of chatting classmates to slip her way onto the bench of the picnic table next to Kevin, just as Veronica turned to narrow her eyes at Betty. “I’ve had to listen to Cheryl’s incessant ramblings regarding the subpar quality of her brand new Louboutins for the past half hour and trust me, when I reach the point of boredom beyond repair talking about designer shoes, you know there’s a problem.”

“Sorry, something came up,” Betty mumbled, shrugging off her pale pink backpack and placing it on the wooden surface in front of her.

“There have been a lot of things ‘coming up’ lately,” Veronica pointed out. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say our little, not-so-innocent Elizabeth Cooper has a man in her life she’s been hiding from us.”

“Yeah, right,” Betty scoffed, unzipping her bag and rummaging through its contents to find the salt and vinegar chips she didn’t eat at lunch. “You know how terrible I am at keeping secrets. Remember your surprise birthday party last year?”

“How could I forget? You asked me to come over to help you with an English paper,” Veronica recounted the event in question, shaking her head in shame at Betty’s failed attempt at such a classic form of surprise. “The day Betty Cooper asks Veronica Lodge for homework advice, you know there has to be something else going on.”

Betty’s lips curled into a slight smile, her expression distant as she reached into the bag of chips and popped one into her mouth, repeating this process for several minutes without blinking or acknowledging that there were other people sitting at the table with her.

“Kind of like now,” Veronica mumbled, waving a perfectly manicured set of nails in front of her in an attempt to snap her out of the trance she had fallen into. “Look at her face, Kev. There’s something wrong with it.”

“You’re right, V,” Kevin concurred, leaning in close and tilting Betty’s chin towards him with a flick of his thumb. “There’s an actual smile on it. Hell must have frozen over.”

“Hey, I smile!” Betty defended herself, her too-tight ponytail nearly smacking Kevin in the face as she whirled around to look from Veronica, to Kevin, and back again.

“Not since Polly-” Kevin started to explain, but before he could get the words out, Veronica lunged across the table to place a hand over his mouth, nearly knocking various textbooks and papers onto the grass in the process.

“Shhh!” Veronica quieted him. “Kevin, we agreed that bringing up such events should be handled as if one were at Hogwarts and in the position of saying the name Voldemort - you just don’t do it!”

“Sorry,” Kevin shrank back onto his spot on the bench. “Let me rephrase. You’ve been a little down the past few months, but lately-”

“You’re happier than Kevin during a Brad Pitt movie marathon,” Veronica finished for him, her eyes dancing wildly as she leaned in to point a finger in Betty’s direction. “And that can only mean one thing.”

“Betty Cooper: number one in her class, editor of the Blue and Gold and all around girl next door, is getting a little ‘Fifty Shades of Freaky’ with one of Riverdale High’s finest young bachelors,” Kevin concluded, his arms crossing in front of his chest as if he were proud of himself for solving such a complicated riddle.

“I am not!” Betty protested. “You two have way too much time on your hands if you’re speculating why I’ve been smiling more lately.”

“What kind of friends would we be if we didn’t notice such things,” Kevin pointed out, his gaze suddenly leaving his friends to focus on the parking lot in front of them. “Kind of like how I’ve noticed Jughead Jones’ massive biceps lately, holy hot and bothered Rolling Stone-meets-Abercrombie you can actually see them bulging through that leather jacket.”

The boy in question stepped out of his midnight-black 1968 Plymouth Roadrunner, his dark hair falling effortlessly over his eyes as he moved to shut the driver’s side door.

“Joining the Southside Serpents has really sat well with his upper body muscles,” Veronica admired, her mouth hanging open slightly as he pulled out a cigarette and lighter from his jacket pocket like he was plucked straight out a scene from the Outsiders. “Too bad he doesn’t go here anymore, I would love to run my hands up and down those-”

“Veronica!” Betty’s eyes went wide as she turned to glare at her friend, whose mouth was practically watering as she took in Jughead leaning against the classic car and taking a drag from his cigarette like she was watching the most sensual thing she had ever laid eyes on. “Last time I checked you still have a boyfriend, or have you forgotten about our good pal Archie Andrews. You know, captain of the football team, lead singer of his very own rock band, Riverdale High honor student. Ring any bells?”

“Oh please, I’m allowed to window shop as long as I resist throwing anything into my basket,” Veronica muttered, picking up her copy of The Sun Also Rises and fanning herself with it, even though it was a perfectly cool fall afternoon that didn’t even come close to meriting such actions.

“That’s wrong on so many levels,” Betty mumbled, pushing her half-eaten bag of chips away from her and wiping her greasy fingers down the front of her sweater.

“What’s Jughead doing here anyway?” Kevin wondered. “I thought he and Archie stopped talking once he moved schools a few years ago.”

“He’s here to see me actually,” Betty admitted, turning in her spot on the bench to look at Jughead for the first time since he had pulled into the parking lot. “He was the best writer we had at the the junior newspaper in middle school and no one’s ever come close to filling his shoes, so he’s helping me out a few times a week after school at the Blue and Gold.”

“You sure he’s not helping you out with a few other things too?” Veronica wiggled her eyebrows at Betty suggestively, her lips creeping up into an amused smile as Betty narrowed her eyes at her.

“Just friends, Veronica,” Betty assured her. “Jughead isn’t Archie’s favorite person right now and after everything that’s happened with their fathers - I just - I wouldn’t do that to him, okay?”

“Whatever you say, B,” Veronica shrugged, still looking unconvinced as she reached underneath the table to retrieve her cheer bag. “Okay, I have to go find Cheryl before River Vixens practice so I can warn her that the choreography she’s been throwing at us is too 90′s cheer routine and not enough Beyonce video like we were going for.”

“Yeah, and I have to go witness the bloodbath of bitchy, yet impressively clever insults that is sure to occur as a result so we’ll see you later, Betty,” Kevin followed Veronica’s lead as she made her way away from the picnic table, the giddiness in his expression made even more evident by the enthused squeal escaping his lips as he bent down to pick up his backpack.

“Bye, guys,” Betty called out to them, shaking her head in amusement as she watched them round the corner to head back into the school.

Betty kept her gaze focused on the chemistry textbook resting open in front of her as she saw the movement coming from the parking lot out of the corner of her eye. Jughead had pushed off his car and was slowly making his way onto the sidewalk leading up to the courtyard. Her breath caught in her throat as he took a step closer. And another. And an-

“And then there was one,” Jughead announced, his leather-clad sleeve brushing the soft fabric of her sweater as he slid his way onto the picnic table next to her. “What’s it like without chatter mouth one and two attached to your hip?”

“I don’t know,” Betty sat up straight, turning slightly on the bench to quirk a challenging eyebrow in his direction. “What’s it like without your manhood to back up that newfound edginess that drives all the girls crazy? Wanna find out?”

“Betty Cooper,”Jughead beamed, one leg tucking underneath itself so that he could turn his body to face hers completely. “Throwing the banter back at me like we’re in a 1940′s black and white screwball comedy. I like it.”

“You’re early,” Betty noticed, her eyes focusing back on the periodic table displayed on the inside cover of the chemistry book.

“I ditched the last two periods,” Jughead shrugged nonchalantly, scooping up the abandoned bag of chips on the table and tossing back a handful into his mouth. “I figured that I’ve already learned as much as I needed to know about 17th Century England and the Taming of the Shrew to pass with at least a C in both history and English and still function in the real world like an adequately intelligent human being so why not skip out early and come see you?”

Jughead crumpled up the now-empty chip bag and tossed it behind him, missing the trashcan completely as he looked back to watch it roll onto the grass. Leaning in close, Jughead rubbed a hand on her knee resting underneath the table, his breath tickling the exposed skin of her neck and nearly causing a thrilled giggle to escape her lips.

“Jug,” Betty warned, reaching down to remove the hand slowly creeping its way up her thigh and turning to give him a leveled glare. “We agreed, remember?”

“You agreed,” Jughead corrected. “I said friends with benefits was a dated form of emotional torture that benefits neither party in any meaningful way.”

“Isn’t that the point?” Betty reminded him. “To not get attached in a way that lets you mean something to the other person?”

“I think that ship has sailed,” Jughead admitted, his eyes flicking to hers with a vulnerable state of truth-turned-worry when he realized that she might night have felt the same way. “At least on my part anyways.”

“You know that we can’t be anything more than what we are,” Betty explained. “At least not right now.”

“Because Archie blames me for my father’s involvement in his father’s shooting and he would love nothing more than to see me strung up on the mantle of his nice and cozy family-sized home,” Jughead recalled, his eyes rolling backwards dramatically sliding his leg back underneath the table and facing the empty set of picnic tables across the courtyard. “Yeah, you said that when we first started - whatever you want to call this. Doesn’t mean I understand it. And it doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“Juggie,” Betty whispered, resisting the urge to reach out and caress his cheek affectionately the way she had grown accustomed to since they had started their relationship nearly eight weeks before.

“You know how I feel about you, Betty,” Jughead told her, his eyes softening slightly as his head turned to smile weakly down at her lips. “And I think that if you were being completely honest with yourself, you know exactly how you feel about me too.”

Betty knew he was right. She knew that she felt more than just lust, coupled with the added bonus of orchestrating their clandestine meetings, for the boy from the Southside who was more than just his leather jacket and tough demeanor. But she couldn’t risk her friendship with either boy in her life by making things official. Not yet.

“This is the way things have to be right now,” Betty sighed. “At least until Mr. Andrews gets out the hospital and everything just - settles down. Please, Jughead. I don’t want to lose you. But I don’t want to lose him either.”

Betty held Jughead’s gaze, her bottom lip jutting out slightly as her teeth automatically reached out to bite down on the tender skin there, a habit she had formed around the time she had started seeing Jughead in a little-more-than-just-friends kind of way.

“God, why do you have to do that thing with your bottom lip,” Jughead mumbled, his eyes flicking down to her pink lips with a fleck of longing in his gaze. “You know that drives me insane.”

“I know,” Betty beamed, her eyebrow quirking flirtatiously up in his direction. “Why do you think I do it so often?”

“Okay, if we’re still playing by these ridiculous rules you’ve set in place then we better get to the Blue and Gold room because I’m feeling the overwhelming urge to kiss you,” Jughead breathed, his heart beating wildly as Betty’s leg brushed against his, making his palms sweat in the best way possible. “Now.”

“Then what are we waiting for,” Betty leaned in close to Jughead as if she were going to meet her lips to his, but swung her legs out from underneath the picnic table at the last second and stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. “Race you.”

“You’re on.” Jughead grabbed Betty’s bag off the table and sprinted after her, not even noticing that there had been a figure lurking in the shadows who had witnessed their intimate exchange with a devious smile plastered on her flaming red lips. Turning on her less-than-adequate Louboutin heel, Cheryl let her waist-length red hair swing playfully behind her as she sauntered her way to cheer practice, already scheming and plotting how she was going to use this juicy new development to her advantage.

Hold On I

Title: Hold On Part 1 

Author: Juju

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader 

Warnings: Mentions of a car accident, super sad and stressed Shawn and Aaliyah (yes that’s a warning), my horrible attempt at angst (but to be fair I kinda teared up when writing this but I would have full on cried if I was alone), tooth rotting fluff (i.e. my forte). I know a lot of Shawn stans don’t like Camila Cabello, so I’m considering it a warning cause she’s nice in the fic.

Summary: When Shawn finds out that you got into a car accident, he’s too stressed to do anything but write a song. The only thing that calms his nerves, other than you.

Word Count: 1.4 k 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3


A/N: So Shawn and Y/N aren’t a couple in the beginning, but they both want to be. And I bet you would never be able to guess what song gave me this idea (sarcasm). This is also kinda very teensy weensy bit based on the James Corden interview

I apologize in advance for the usage of google translate. 

Juro por Dios que te estrangularé = I swear to God I will strangle you

“There’s no way you haven’t made out, you totally have! I don’t believe you!” James said, his face turning red with the anticipation of a new story.

“Well, I don’t care.” Shawn replied, pissed off at the rumors that never left him be. The entire audience went crazy at his sass, and for good reason. 

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anonymous asked:

I love to read how kalagang relationship would if they're not sensates can you write this prompt Someone gave me a fake phone number and it’s actually yours and if you can't its okay and I really enjoyed reading your drabbles thankyou

I also got another request from another anon for the same prompt:

“Omfg I saw ur reblog about thrilling au’s and I was wondering if you could do the “someone gave you a fake number and its mine” with kalagang pls and thank you”

First of all, thanks both of you for being so nice. :)  I’m glad you guys like my writing so much.  Also, holy shit this really isn’t a drabble anymore.  This became like 2500+ words.  I really don’t think I know how to do short AU fics lol.   Kala is working in Berlin in this AU because that made things easier for my brain.  Please accept any geographical errors, the only part of Germany I’ve ever visited was Munich.  (Also holy shit y’all, people are making bad decisions in this fic.  I do not advise doing what people do in this fic.  Like I made it fluffy, but IRL this is not a good idea lol.)

When Kala wakes up on Saturday morning, she finds a text from an unknown number on her phone.

Do you want to come to my place? (Received 3:02 AM)

She’s confused.  No one she knows would have messaged her at that hour.  Kala wakes up early to visit the local temple every morning, and she doesn’t keep that fact a secret.  Plus, her family is a million miles away.

Who is this? (Delivered 8:39 AM)

Unsurprisingly, she doesn’t receive a response right away.  If they were asking someone over at three in the morning, they’re probably in bed now, she reasons. Kala puts it out of her mind, choosing instead to get out of bed and concentrate on preparing for her day.

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Losin Control- Michael Clifford

Song: Losin Control by Russ (LOVE IT)

Thanks for the request @ssofia-ggrungee72 sorry it took so long!!

 Hope u like it!! This is part 1 of 4…. and this is probably the best part…some of my best work…so enjoy!!

Originally posted by tothemoonmikey

That was the end of it. You had enough. Fuck him. You both had been through so much shit together. You know when he was upset, he’d beat him self up, then he’d start beating on you. The first time that happened you should have left, you should have gotten yourself the fuck out of there. But no. You thought it was a one time thing. He told you it would never happen again, and how sweet he was to you the next day. How much he gave you soft kisses and told you how he loved you and how sorry he was.  How much he reminded you of the person he was when you’d first met. Then it happened again. And again. Each time ending the same, ‘I’m so sorry baby’. Then came the drugs and alcohol…and when that wasn’t enough, the girls. He didn’t tell you about them, but you knew. How often he came home late, how he’d leave the room when taking phone calls, how detached he was from you….and then of course there was the fact how you came home tonight to find him fucking some bitch in your bed. That asshole. At that moment you knew you had to leave, you couldn’t do any of it anymore. You were so good to him, and this is the way he treated you. You packed some of your things, and walked out the front door. He started to stop you, then just dropped it. Letting you leave without another word.

“I left Jack.” was all you told your sister as you showed up on her front doorstep at 2 in the morning.

“Oh Y/n, come here” Your sister Sara said, pulling you inside and giving you a hug.

The feeling of your sisters embrace made you start to cry. It felt so good to be in the arms of someone who truly loved you and cared. You and your sister were super close. She told you multiple times to leave him, that you deserved so much better. You should have listened.

“I….he….he was with another girl….I can’t do it….I love him so much but he's…..he’s not that same person I fell in love with….I can't….” You sobbed, tears falling on your sister’s shoulder.

“I know. I know. It’s ok. It’ll be ok. It just takes time.” She said, petting your head and holding you tight. “Come on Y/n, let’s go sit down. I have your favorite ice cream! And Netflix of course.”

“You’re so cliché” you laughed, although it came out more like a ragged cough.

“But you know you want it” She said, giving you a soft smile and a wink.

You gave her a tight lipped smile and nodded. Then you walked over to the couch, laying down and covering yourself with the throw blanket, trying to stop the tears that seemed never ending.

You barely got through half of the movie before falling asleep.

You woke up the next morning to the smell of pancakes. You got up off the couch and walked over to the kitchen.

“Hungry?” Sara asked, getting down plates.

“Just a bit”

“Good. Go sit down.”

You did as she asked. A few minutes later she put a huge stack of pancakes in front of you.


You finished your plate, then got up to shower, hoping the hot water would make you feel better. It didn’t. You laid back down on the couch, only getting up to eat.

That’s how you spent the next few days.

Your sister finally had enough after a week.

“Y/n. This is not healthy! You need to move on! And you aren’t going to if you live your life through tv shows and that couch!”

You didn’t argue with what she was saying.

“Y/n go leave! I want you to go somewhere, anywhere, for an hour. You can’t come back until you do. You need to get out of this house, get some fresh air, before you make yourself sick. There’s a park just down the street. Go there if you have to.”

The next thing you knew you found yourself pushed out of the house, with nowhere to go. You took your sister’s advice and headed to the park, praying not many people were there. Luckily for you, at least that wish came true. You sat down by a fountain. The only people anywhere near you was a mother and her two children in the distance, and the occasional jogger. You pressed your back into the smooth stone of the fountain, staring at the stream of water, the way the light glinted off the change at the bottom. So many wishes. Wonder if any of them ever came true.

You felt tears forming in your eyes, thinking of all the wishes and dreams you had for your future. How critical Jack had been. You were going to get married, start a family….be happy. And now…It’s all over.

You felt someone’s presence. You looked up to see a guy with long blond hair, sunglasses and a hoodie. He sat down not too far from you, entranced with the water as you were. You wiped your eyes, hoping he didn’t see you crying. But he did, of course he did.

He sat up, pulled off his sunglasses and began digging in his pocket. The he walked up to you, slowly grabbing your hand and lifting it up. You were so confused as you stared into his green eyes. You felt him open your hand, and place something in your palm. Then he sat back down. You looked down to see a quarter in your hand.

“It’s to make a wish. Make a wish that whatever is making you sad will work itself out. Wish that everything will be ok. And one day, that wish will be granted.” He said, giving you a soft smile.

“Thanks.” You said, smiling back.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Just some shitty breakup..” You didn’t even know why you told him this. It would have been best if you told this gorgeous stranger no. But of course, you were drawn to this guy. You couldn’t deny it.

“Those are the worst. I’m sure you’re better off without him though.”

“That’s for sure. But it still hurts…”

“What happened?”

“He cheated on me” And here you were telling this guy everything. Well not everything. No matter how comfortable you felt with this stranger you weren’t just going to start telling him about your abusive former relationship, and how mentally fucked up you were to still love him. Then again here you were talking to this guy, although he could be just like Jack so you couldn’t really tell if that was a good or bad thing.

“Wow” He scoffed.

“Yeah he’s an asshole who I never want to see again.”

“That’s unbelievable…”


“That some jerk could do that to a beautiful girl like you”

You instantly felt your cheeks flush, and tears beginning to form, again. You looked down, avoiding his stare.

“What’s your name?” He asked you.

“Y/n. You are?”



Thanks for reading! Next parts will be up soon! Requests always open!

Thanks guys, for everything…. -Lydia

Can’t Stop Drinking About You

Originally posted by yaelstiel

Inspired by the song Can’t Stop Drinking About You by Bebe Rexha.

Summary: Someone from Sam’s past clouds his future with the reader.

Word Count: 5165

Warnings: Angst. Drinking. Sad Sammy.

My first go at a Sam-fic. Also, not sure this is angsty enough to be considered angst but … Oh, just read it. Enjoy ;)

Tags: @kbrand0, @samwessonsmith, @justomoye … That’s all I see in my messenger asking to be tagged, so apologies if I missed you! 

Your name: submit What is this?


To be honest, you’d heard the man say her name in his sleep more often than you cared to remember. But never once had he said it while in the throes of passion with you.

Until now.

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Cloud Diner: A Bellarke Soulmates AU

Summary: Clarke Griffin dreams about the same boy every night after her father’s death. He helps her through tough times and she returns the favor. There’s no way he’s real, right?

WC: ~6,500  [AO3]

A/N: The love of my life and bane of my existence, aka goldenfredheckledfart (yeah…I know) gave me the idea for this fic and has been telling me to write it for ages. I kept claiming that it would take like, five chapters minimum to capture its glory, not to mention a bunch of plot holes I had no idea how to fill. BUT since I love her and her birthday was last week, here it is in flesh and blood. Thanks also to my bae romancereadercoffeedrinker for helping me with the end and shout out to okteivia-blakes, because, by some happy coincidence, her recent vigilantes fic and this one both feature the same [SLIGHT SPOILER WARNING] ‘I only know the first letter of your name, and wow, what a coincidence that I’m meeting someone who looks a lot like you and has a name that starts with that letter’ trope, and it made me laugh. 

Clarke meets him when she’s thirteen and her father is two weeks dead.

And by ‘meets’ she means she dreams him into being. She must still be pretty messed up in the head; Why else would she make up someone who wants nothing to do with her?

In her dream, she walks into a 1950s style diner that’s nearly identical to the one her father used to take her to on his days off work, complete with red vinyl seats and checkered linoleum floor. And it seems perfectly natural, as things do in dreams, that when she looks out the windows, nothing surrounds the establishment but fluffy white clouds and a clear blue sky.

She orders a chocolate milkshake—because that’s what you do in diners—before she notices him, sulking in the back corner. He’s wearing all black in a way that looks more like he doesn’t care than any intentional style and he’s sitting sideways in the booth, back against the wall and long legs extending to the end of the bench seat. If she had to guess, she’d say he was two years older than her.

She approaches him without intending to, sipping at her milkshake before she pipes up.


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Fan Interpretation of Matsuri Hino’s Thought Process

NOTE: I have no evidence this did (or didn’t) happen. Intended to be humorous/ mildly depressing. If you feel strongly about Kaname, you’ve been forewarned.

Every time I think about Matsuri Hino-sensei’s thought process while  writing Kaname’s character, I can only imagine her being like:

Ok, here we go, let’s make this guy subtly (but not too subtly) this story’s villain.

What color scheme?  Oh yeah black, all dark hues and red.  Maybe even a chessboard.  Everyone will pick up on that.  

Wait, people think that’s sexy?  

Well, I guess… but he’s supposed to be a villain, not just a dark character!

Ok what about showing him as two-faced and universally feared?  Nice to Yuuki but cold to everyone else?  Throw in some corporal punishment, erasing Yuuki’s memories, some canon evidence even Yuuki is frightened by him, the graphic murder of a somewhat sympathetic character.  They have to see what I’m hinting at now, right?

Whoa, whoa WHAT? Really?  His fans say he’s just being protective?

All right, how about this: I’ll show him being even more antagonistic and condescending towards the other male romantic lead, have him change Yuuki into a vampire without warning or seeking her permission, he’ll tell her they’re siblings, then he’ll single-handedly take down the entire vampire government with no clear plan for reconstruction, murder all the vampire representatives, and manipulate aforementioned rival romantic lead into killing his pureblood uncle because he can’t do it himself.  Plus I’ll even throw in some parallels between the disturbed uncle and Kaname and a few images comparing Kaname to a demon.  Oh and now Kaname and Yuuki are brother and sister. Anything yet?

Ugh, wth?  Now they think he’s a sexy protective misunderstood rebel onii-sama?  No villainous vibes at all?  

All right, I can do this.  He’ll spirit the leading lady away to an isolated mansion where he won’t let her out for over a year.  I’ll show her absolutely miserable and out of character all because he says he likes her better that way.  She’ll feel guilty, scared, thirsty, and alone.  When she gets a taste of freedom,  goes against his wishes and almost bites her childhood friend in a delirious/ starved/ injured state I’ll even have him punish her for it!  Ha!  Oh and he lied to her about them being siblings, he’s really her great great great grandfather or something and her real brother’s been dead all along.  Not cute now, right?  

Oh God.  Some people only feel sorry for him?  They don’t find any of this even a little bit disturbing?   He’s supposed to be a tragic villain for crying out loud! Am I being too subtle for them?

Let’s ramp it up even more.  Kaname will tell Yuuki he’ll kill her if she leaves, or she’ll have to kill him!  Then he’ll go off on a pureblood genocide mission and (kind of) kill Aido’s dad!  I’ll even have him get Ruka (you know, that girl I have following him around like a loyal lovelorn puppy) to use her abilities to trick Yuuki into thinking Zero wants to kill her as a distraction.  Then, despite Ruka loyally following Kaname without protest for two dozen chapters, she’ll have a last minute change of heart and defend Zero from Kaname’s attack, nearly killing her in the process!  Oh, then Kaname will leave her behind.  Nothing yet?  How about making Kaname responsible for all of Zero’s suffering!  He tore the lovers apart out of jealousy!  Yuuki still feels guiily and wants to die because of everything Kaname’s doing in her name/ for her ‘protection!’

Who could POSSIBLY think any of this is swoon worthy?

They do?  No. No.  I can’t take this, I’m running out of ideas.  

Ok, Hail Mary pass. Yuuki will kiss Zero and realize he’s the one she wants to cherish, then she’ll confess that in another life she believes they would’ve been together if their status didn’t separate them.  After that she’ll take Zero’s memories because she’s certain her only option is to kill Kaname through self sacrifice and she doesn’t want Zero to suffer without her.  Good good, people will feel sorry for Zero now that I threw in an amnesia plot device, right? Then, when Yuuki is at her most vulnerable Kaname won’t hold back.  He’ll tell her he doesn’t make her happy then sleep with the confused, hurting 17 year old to prove to her he doesn’t make her happy.  

PLEASE tell me they’ve woken up?  This isn’t even bordering on subtle anymore.  No?  Really?

I give up.  I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore.  Why do people still support him?  I don’t get it.  I thought the love triangle would be resolved by now.  I only did all of this because my editors insisted and now they want me to end it.  I threw in every villainous action and quality I could think of, to the point of making some of this guy’s behavior incomprehensible, even to me. All of this, just to prove how bad and undesirable he is, and there are people out there who are still romanticizing him as a wounded, tragic hero?

That’s it, his heart’s going into the furnace.  He’ll ship Zeki with his dying words.  There is no way anyone can misconstrue that.


Jesus Christ, people are STILL worshiping this character?  I even admitted that I dropped the ball on this one!  Guys, I turned him into a popsicle turned amnesiac so we all could put the doom and gloom behind us.  Just because someone donates an organ out of gratitude doesn’t mean they’ve formed a mystical romantic transcendent connection with the recipient. It isn’t really all that romantic.  If it was a kidney you wouldn’t feel that way.

I’m done,  Zeki’s canon. Here’s some more Zeki/Aidori/Rukain/Shima/ Daddy Zero fluff chapters cause that’s all I really wanted to draw in the end anyway.   Peace out.

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somanyamazeballs  asked:

I loooove your blog!! I see that you do sterek ficrecs, could you show some fake/pretend relationship ones?? I love them so much but can't seem to find anymore..

well i went on ao3 and looked up some of the newest fake/pretend relationship fics. and then i went back to very beginning to find a few as well. surprisingly when i sorted by the Fake/Pretend Relationship tag there were only 336 fics which was a lot less than i was expecting. anyway hopefully there’s something in here that you haven’t read (or want to re-read but had lost). 

Stiles Stilinski, Boyfriend Extraordinaire

Stiles never imagined he’d be in Derek’s kitchen cooking a surprise dinner with Derek’s family while they waited for Derek to get home from work.

Partly because their visit was a complete surprise.

But mostly because Stiles didn’t have a boyfriend.

Or even know who Derek was.

But he’d already come this far and Papa didn’t raise no quitter!

Go Along With It

“Hi, so my ex-boyfriend just walked into the bar and I don’t want to look like a pathetic loser who hasn’t moved on yet, so, would you pretend to be my boyfriend for me? For like 5 minutes?”

All he gets in response is some angry looking eyebrows and a terse growled out “No” as Adonis walks away back to his table.

(I Ain’t Scared of the Fall) I’ve Felt the Ground Before

"You know what the solution is,” she says.

“What’s the solution?”

“You get a mate.”

“Thank you for that, Laura. I’ll file it away with the other idiotic ideas I’ve already tried.”

Derek is sick of being treated like he’s property and he’s sick of his family pressuring him to find a mate. So the obvious solution is to fake a relationship with Stiles Stilinski, the annoying lacrosse player and alpha that Derek may or may not be pining over anyway.

well it goes like this

Somehow Derek and Stiles have ended up close enough that Laura is able to stand between them and clap a hand each of their shoulders.

“Look happy, boys. Don’t you know you’re in love?” Laura teases.

Stiles rips himself away and is out of the room before Derek can even wrap his head around any of this.

Or: the one where Derek is a prince and Stiles is the one night stand who he has to pretend to date.

In a Straight Line Down

“So you want to go to Prom with me just so you can get a plastic crown and a fifty dollar gift card to Outback Steakhouse.”

Stiles sets his jaw. He wants to go to prom with Derek because he wants to go to prom with Derek. But, of course, he’s stubborn and prideful and can’t admit to Derek how it’s barely been twelve hours since they officially broke up and he’s already barely handling it as it is, so he just raises his chin in the air and says, “yes.”

Happiness is Effortless

Derek just wanted an excuse to run out on his date. A very public fight with the fiance he didn’t know he had is not exactly what he was expecting, but he’ll take it.

Whatever Works

The problem with having your soulmate’s first words to you tattooed on your arm is knowing your whole life that you’re fated to be with a jerk. It’s enough to make Stiles want to date other people … which is how he winds up dating his soulmate’s nephew.

Operation: Chick Flick

Stiles knows agreeing to be Derek’s fake date for Cora’s wedding is the stupidest thing he’s ever done, but it’s a little difficult to say no to the man he’s been in love with for seven years.

Before You Let Me Throw This All Away

Derek just wanted Laura to leave him alone about dating. Not come to California to meet his fake boyfriend. So Derek goes to the one person he knows he can count on: Stiles.


Stiles and Derek pretend to be a couple and somewhere along the way they realize they actually should be a couple.

Heartbreak is the National Anthem!

This could turn out even worse than either of them could ever imagine, but at this point, every thing is a game to Stiles. He’s learned how to play his cards exactly right and get what he wants out of every single situation, maybe not always in his best interest, but scamming alphas out of their money and time is fun.

He scratches at the back of his head, takes a second to adjust his shirt, moving away from the railing he’d been leaning up against, and gives Derek a firm glare. Pointing one finger directly into his face and trying to fight off the smirk, he says, “just don’t go falling in love with me while you’re at it.”

Derek sneers. “I’ll pray for the strength to not succumb to your wiles.”

“Oh, that’s what they all say.“

Fake It ‘Til You Make It

“Scott,” he sighs and tries to find a way to explain it better, “the only things people who go to their high school reunion care about are if someone got rich or someone got married.


Agent Derek Hale has been working up the courage to ask his partner Stiles out on a date (finally!) when he heads out on a solo mission—without Derek. Eager to provide support, Derek arrives in Beacon Hills, only there is no mission, and Stiles’ dad thinks Derek is Stiles’ boyfriend.
Well. It could be worse.

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Little By Little / Part 4

I hate you all! Because I want to spend all my Saturday doing nothing and then, I think about fanfictions and I write an episode in like two or three hours. I was planning on watching the full series again but no. The fic was telling me to keep writing… So there you have. You will love this episode. I didn’t really know how to focus it, but I did a good job with it. I’m happy with what I’ve done today! :D

Thanks for all those likes, reblogs, comments and messages. I specially wanted to say my thanks to mirandasmadeofstone for those messages talking about my excellent Enlighs (I’m improving it quite well, ain’t I?)



Finn heard the postman was on his door. He opened it and told him to give Finn the letters. As soon as he had them, he checked if there was something for him. It was weird to receive something, but Rae and him had this little joke to send each other stupid letters to have some fun. Letters from bank accounts, the gym, some advertisement… And then, a letter with no return adress and it hadn’t any name. Rae had done it again. It wasn’t the first time she didn’t write her name just… Because. He closed the dolor, saying his goodbyes to the postman and left his father’s letters over the kitchen’s table. He went up to his room, closing the door in the process. He broke the paper, grabbing what was the content of it and sat on his bed.

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lenfaz  asked:

“i’ve been travelling a lot and somehow you’re in every single city i go to seriously what the fuck who even are you how are you doing this”

I hope you like my take on this ‘Before Sunrise” inspired tale. This prompt led me there and I had to go with it. (smuff ahead) This is the final installment in my follower milestone fic project. Thanks to everyone who has been reading and commenting on these stories these past few weeks. I have had the best time with this! 

The tickle of the grass on the back of her hands and the silky slide of his hair between her fingertips combine in a complete sensory overload, one she is finding herself completely welcome to sink into. The moonlight casts a bluish tint to his dark locks tangling with her golden strands on their foreheads, sweat and the early morning dew coating their skin as they lose themselves completely in the feel of each other. Pulling back from his mouth to breathe, her gaze lands on a leaf poking from beneath his ear, a smile tugging at her lips as she softly plucks it from his hair.

She’s somewhere between Berlin and Hamburg, waking to the landscape speeding past outside the window, fatigue still settled deep in her muscles from sitting too long in the same position. Thankful to have a row to herself, she stretches her arms wide, cracking her back until the resulting pop releases in her spine. She spies a head of dark hair a few rows up, headphones mashing the thick flyaway strands, her fingers suddenly itching to run through and seek out the hidden auburn beneath the brown.

She’s addicted to the fullness of his bottom lip, her teeth nipping and tongue tasting as she slips and slides against his mouth. A deep groan escapes his throat when she sucks it between her lips, his head falling back deeper into her hands as she leans further into him. The tickle of his tongue as it slides along her jaw causes her to shudder, the resulting chuckle as he senses her response empowering, urging her to not hold back as she recaptures his mouth and begins a new assault of her own.

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Preference #41 - I'm Not The Only One (Part 2) *REQUESTED*



‘You and me, we made a vow, For better or for worse’

4 years later

You think back over what has happened the last 5 years and all you can do is laugh. “What are you laughing at?” Gemma asks you. Even though Harry was dead to you, you couldn’t ignore his family, they were a huge support to you in the weeks and months after what Harry did to you. Gemma was your best friend now and you knew that through thick and thin she would be there. “Just the last 5 years and everything that’s happened. I was a lot stronger than what I thought I was.” Gemma just hugged you tightly. “I do have to ask, are you alright with being my maid of honour especially as how Harry is Sven’s best man?” You sighed. Gemma was getting married to an amazing man named Sven and that meant that you would be seeing your ex fiancée for the first time since you were supposed to get married. “Gemma this is your day, I am going to put my big girls panties and get on with it. Hopefully your brother can do the same.” She gave you a sad smile. “He still asks about you.” This caused emotions to bubble up to the surface that you fought hard to hide. “Let’s not talk about this.” A few weeks later the rehearsal dinner was upon you and you got there a bit late and the party was in full swing. “(Y/N) you’re here finally.” Gemma hugged you and then Anne made her way over. “How are you dear?” You kissed her cheek. “I am very well and yourself?” She started dragging you through the crowd. “I’m well. But I need to tell you, that you’re sitting next to Harry for this dinner.” Your whole body stiffened but you breathed out slowly calming your racing heart. “That’s okay. I’m an adult I can do it.” Anne showed you to your seat and Harry was nowhere to be seen. The next thing you knew the chair next to you was being pulled out and you looked up and where meet with the emerald eyes of the man you were still so deeply in love with. “(Y/N) nice to see you again. You look beautiful tonight.” And without warning he bobbed down and kissed your cheek. Your eyes widened at his actions. “Hi Harry. I hope your well.” Harry sat in his chair. “I’ve been better.” And you knew the double meaning of his words. “Harry let’s not do this here.” He just waved his head. “I need to get something off my chest. I told you about what I did as quickly as I could because I knew I couldn’t start our marriage out as a lie, you deserve more than that. You deserve to be with someone who gives you the world and I thought that was me.” You started blinking your eyes rapidly try not to cry and cause your make up to run. “Believe it or not, I am still in love with you Harry and I have made my peace over what happened but I don’t think I will be able to ever trust you.” Harry grabbed your hand and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. “I am still so in love with you and I want to get your trust back. I will do whatever I can to do that.” You squeezed his hand. “I don’t think you can.” Harry let go of your hand and turned to you with his hand stretched out. “Hi my name is Harry Styles and you are?” You gave him a small smile. “I’m (Y/N).” You may not ever get back to where you were but maybe you could be friends.


'But when you call me baby, I know I’m not the only one’

A few weeks later you were sitting at the dining room table doing some work for your classes when Liam walked in and leant in the doorway. You looked up at him. “Hey hun. How was your day?” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I know that you know,” This confused you. “Know about what?” He laughed sarcastically at you. “About the girl I was seeing.” You started tugging on your fingers. “Was? Does that mean you’re not anymore?” Liam’s whole demeanour changed, from agitated to sad. “No, we ended things.” There was a pause. “Why didn’t you call me out about it?” You couldn’t look at him ashamed of your answer. “Because I know I will never be good enough for you and the world you live in and I thought I could deal with only having part of your love.” He walked and sat opposite you at the table. “No it’s me who isn’t good enough for you. I thought I was too young to be settling down and I just wanted to act my age and go out and have fun. Then I meet someone and they made me feel alive and that I wasn’t just some famous guy with all this responsibility.” This just made you cry. “I’m sorry I didn’t make you feel like that.” Liam just shook his head. “But I saw her a few times and they were innocent and then she started to become more obvious in her advances and the next thing I realised I fell for her and I wanted to be with her. But I was still in love with you and I wanted to be selfish and have both worlds. But I realised that while partying was fun, it gets old quickly and I realised that I had the best thing in my life sitting at home waiting for me.” His hands moved across the table and covered yours but you pulled them away. “If you were really feeling that way the adult thing would have been to come and talk to me about it. Instead, you go and cheat on me as if I never meant anything to you.” Liam walked around your side and sat on the table looking down at you. “But that’s just it, you mean everything to me and it was the biggest mistake I have ever made because I now realise what I’ve had all along.” He nudged your chin with his fingers. “You should have known what you already had. You have had to grow up so quickly because of your career and you want to reclaim the youth that you never got to experience.” You took a deep breath before continuing. “But I think it’s best that we take a break and you can fulfil everything you missed out on. Then maybe after some time and counselling we could be together again.” Liam shook his head. “No, I don’t want to take a break. I know that I want you and I won’t want anyone else.” It’s almost as if you were having a Eureka moment. “You got to go out and figure out what you want, what about what I want? I have been thrusted into your famous life and always had to do everything to make sure that I appear to be this perfect person and not tarnish your image. You now have to realise that my life doesn’t revolve around you anymore.” You stood up from your chair and before you left the room Liam spoke softly. “You deserve the world and I hope you find yourself and I will be waiting here for you when you get back.” You just hoped that this was the right thing to do.


'Maybe I am just not enough’

Weeks had gone by and your relationship was really on the rocks and you just couldn’t take it. You were sitting on the couch in your living room waiting for Louis to get home so you could talk to him. 20 minutes later Louis walked into the house, dumped his belongings on the floor and just grunting at you. “Louis we need to talk.” His back was to you and he froze at those very ominous words leaving your mouth. He turned around to you and he looked curious. “What is it babe?” He sat down next to you on the couch and tried to bring you into his arms but you just shrugged his touch off. “We’re not working and we haven’t been for a while. We don’t talk to each other, I don’t even remember the last time that you told me that you loved me.” Louis face was void of all emotions and the silence between you both was deafening and you couldn’t take it. “Are you going to talk to me or just keep ignoring me?” His eyes scrunched together. “Are you breaking up with me?” You shoulder slumped and you sighed. “If you don’t want to help me work on this relationship then I don’t see any other choice, because I can’t be in this toxic relationship environment any longer.” Louis reached over and grabbed your hands in his and rubbed his thumbs over your knuckles, “I love you so much and I hate that you doubt that. I don’t want what we have to end because you are it for me.” His eyes were filling up and he turned away from you and wiped his tears, you knew he hated it when you saw him cry. You rested your hand on his back and started rubbing soothing circles between his shoulder blades. “I love you. Just talk to me. Because I have no idea where I stand with you anymore. I used to be so comfortable with who I was and what my standing was in this relationship and now I have no idea where I stand and I hate who I see in the mirror staring back at me.” He turned to you quickly and buried his face in the crook of your neck and started sobbing, you stroked his neck. “I’m so sorry, you are everything to me…” He pulled back and his face was all blotchy and his eyes still were watering. “… I know I haven’t been there to support you but you shoulder never feel insecure with who you are. You have the biggest heart, endless patience and you are the most elegant beautiful women that I have ever seen. I’m so sorry.” You rested your forehead on his and you both just stared at each other for a while before you spoke. “I don’t want to lose you Louis and I will do whatever I can for this to work.” He stroked your cheek and placed a chase kiss on your lips. “I will do anything for you.” You’re hopeful things will get better but only time will tell.


'I can’t believe you let me down, But the proof’s in the way it hurts’

You woke up the next morning and Niall’s arms were wrapped around your waist with his hand covering your small bump completely. You were still so angry that he left you to tell your families alone and your families were not impressed, especially your father he wanted to rip Niall a new one. You got changed into jeans and a baggy shirt and slipped on your flats and made your way to the kitchen and started in making an omelette with everything you could find in the fridge. You didn’t hear Niall entering the kitchen until you felt him wind his arms around your middle. “Morning baby.” Niall kissed your neck. You were well aware that it was childish but you ignored Niall and continued with cooking your breakfast. After a few moments you heard Niall sigh. “I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to forget about last nights dinner.” You still didn’t respond. “I love you. Please talk to me.” You pushed out of his embrace and plated up your breakfast and walked into the living room and turned the TV on to a mindless morning TV program. A few moments later Niall come and turned the TV off and stood looking at you. “Will you talk to me?” You just looked at him. “What was so important that you forgot all about your wife and your child?” He walked in front of you and knelt down. “I could never forget about you two. You mean everything to me.” You shifted in your seat. “Then tell me, why weren’t you there with me to tell our family that we were going to have a baby? What was more important than that?” He growled out frustrated. “There is nothing more important than that. And I have no excuse for missing dinner but I want to make things better.” You pursed your lips. “And how are you going to do that?” Niall pushed his fingers through yours. “I am going to show you by telling you I love you every day, by apologising to you and our baby for being a selfish prick and by talking to our families and apologising for my deplorable behaviour. And making sure that you never need or want for anything. I hurt you and I can’t undo that but I can try and make it better.” You smiled at him happily. “Ohhh and that I will never complain when you wake me up in the middle of the night when you want me to go and get you food that you’re craving for and I will begrudgingly change the poop filled nappies.” He tacked on as an afterthought. This made you laugh. “I’ll hold you to that declaration, but all I want is for you to be there for me. I am going to need your support emotionally for when the hormones take control over my body and physically especially when I won’t be able to see my feet and you will need to put my shoes on for me. I just need you to be there.” Niall kissed your lips. “I will always be there. Forever and always.”


'You’ve made me realize my deepest fear, By lying and tearing us up’

You were currently camped out on your friends couch where you had been for the last week. “You do realise that you do need to go and face him right?” Your friend Lucy asked. This just made you upset. “So he can lie to me again?” She shook her head sat next to you and brought you into her arms. “You never even told me what happened. What’s he lying to you about?” You buried yourself into her arms. “I know I shouldn’t have been snooping but he left his phone and I looked at him messages and there were all these messages he has sent to girls and girls have sent back. And they are flirty messages and some of them are sexual and I just don’t understand what I did to deserve this.” You sat up and brushed the tears out of your eyes. There was a knock on the door and Lucy got up and answered the door. Lucy opened the door. “Can I please talk to her. I know she’s here.” You heard Zayn ask Lucy. Lucy turned to you and you nodded your head and you dabbed at your eyes, you didn’t want Zayn to know that you were crying. You could hear the gentle footsteps of Zayn as he approached you. He sat down on the floor in front of you and made no attempt in trying to touch you, you were both relieved and a little disappointed. “I know why you’re upset. And I am so sorry for what I’ve done.” You just shook your head. “You’re not sorry, you’re just sorry that you go caught. You made me realise that I’m not good enough for you. That you need to have more in your life and I have come to accept that.” You were surprised that you hadn’t started crying but Zayn was another story he was a blubbering mess. “No you don’t get to blame yourself for this. This is all me. I love you so much and I was just so scared of how serious we were getting and I didn’t mean to hurt you. I have no idea what I was thinking.” This just made you laugh. “You knew what you were doing. You didn’t even try and hide it. You wanted this relationship to end but you were to much of a coward to come to my face and end things.” You clapped your hands. “So I’m going to make it easy for you. We’re over and we will not be getting back together, ever. So I will be around to get my stuff in the next few days. Have a good life Zayn and I hope you find a girl who will make you happy and not give you the urge to cheat on her.” You stood up and walked to the door and held it open. Zayn slowly stood up and walked towards you, cupped your check and kissed you. “This will always be the biggest mistake of my life. I love you and I won’t stop.” With that he left Lucy’s house. It will be difficult to move on from this but you knew that you could do it because you would be so much better off in the long term.

A/N: I am well aware this is very late and there are no excuses other then life just gets in the way sometimes. I really struggled writing this especially Harry’s I wrote 4 different versions of his part and I just happened to think this one seemed to flow better and I will be doing the other preferences hopefully in the next few days.

19 The Black Pearl
  • Koss: ..*breathes so slightly that he almost doesn't seem to do it, his eyes are still opened, but almost closed, looking at a point somewhere*
  • Endy: *hugs him gently in his arms*..
  • Koss: ..*sudden shivers hardly, and gasps in pain, trying to hug him back* e-endy.. Ican'tseeyou...
  • Endy: ..*clenches teeth closing eyes and hugging him tighter*...
  • Koss: ..*tears slide down on his cheeks when he closes his eyes*..
  • Koss: ..*suddenly there are noises outside, and then Grimm teleports in front of them, gasping a bit*..
  • Endy: !!...*crawls a bit away keeping Koss closer, then stands up taking him in his arms*.....*stares at Grimm intensely*..
  • Endy: ...*slowly takes few steps towards him*..help...please help him......
  • Endy: *trembles a bit with tears in his eyes*...
  • Grimm: ..*gulps and looks at him for a moment, like being frozen with worried and a bit scared expression, then nods, takes Koss and puts him on the floor* ..I will do whatever I can.. *turns koss's head with an hand* Koss.. are you still awake?.....Koss..? nghh, he fainted, how long ago was conscious?.. *takes some cloth and starts to unwrap that*
  • Endy: ...j-just few minutes ago.. he said he can't see anything anymore.... w-what the hell have you done....*stutters clenching teeth then growls quietly*...
  • Grimm: ..i-it wasn't supposed to work like this.. like I didn't expect it would keep him alive after not having anymore his pearl.. now I need water. when can I find it? *talks fastly, with a bit of worried tone*
  • Endy: *goes fast to his alchemy room and carefully takes a bucket, comming back stops in doors*...why do you need it..?
  • Endy: A-and what do you mean by not expecting to keep him alive after humans took his pearl...?
  • Grimm: *teleports in front of him with a suddenly serious face* I need it because of reasons.. *takes the bucket and teleports again next to koss* ..do you really want to talk now?..pfh.. I just mean that that enchantment was for protection, from enemies and humans, it wasn't for keeping an enderman alive also without his pearl, honestly.. I still have no idea how that is possible.. *puts that little bundle of cloth in the water*
  • Endy: ...you did that.. *goes closer and kneels on the floor keeping the safe distance*..
  • Grimm: ..no..he did that.. *suddenly takes the bundle from the bucket and unwraps it, showing a black enderpearl; he seems almost not feeling his hands burning because of the water*
  • Endy: ...w-what is this?.. what are you doing?!....
  • Grimm: ...can't you just shut the fuCK UP..?!*takes the pearl and pushes it inside Koss's chest, and keeps his hand on it, while it fizzle a lot*..the hole in his chest is cicatrized, the water is going to open again that wound, and to make the pearl work in a faster way..
  • Endy: ...*sits against the wall* fine... Just don't fuck up anything.. like you usually do.... *stares at Grimm's hands damn worried*
  • I guess you don't need my help..
  • Grimm: ..*growls*... get your butt over here, idiot.. If everything is going to be okay I will need your help... but of course I'm not sure that it's going to work.. *moves away hands and looks at koss, he's still with closed eyes and he doesn't move at all*...nhh...
  • Endy: .....*frowns looking at Koss* please..
  • Endy: ...*glances at Grimm*..I thought you won't come back.. I started to lose my hope completely...
  • Grimm: ..I needed to take that pearl, it's not a normal one.. and the place when I took it was more far away than I thought....
  • Grimm: *puts hand on koss's forehead and whispers* pleasework...koss hey....
  • Endy: ..why is it black..? I've never seen a pearl like that before..
  • Grimm: ..have you ever seen an enderman without scales and with black eyes?.. he's different.. once there was a lot of enderman like him but now there are just few of them.. they moved from their own land for coming here.. but they were weak and peaceful.. does it remind you something..? *sighs because of frustration* itshouldn'ttakesomuch..
  • Endy: *clenches teeth getting nervous*....never heard about them..
  • Grimm: ..eh.. it's normal for someone who spends his entire life hiding.. *growls looking at him*
  • Endy: YOU!.. Watch your words! Grrrhhh.... *shows his teeth scales moves up*
  • Koss: ....*suddenly wakes up with huge scared eyes, gasping loudly* AH! I-ITBURNS..WHATareyoidoing to me...nNgh.. *tries to takes away the pearl from the chest*
  • Grimm: ..Endy! Come here and hold him!.. *grabs koss's wrists*
  • Endy: *grabs his shoulders and keeps him down bending above* sshhhh.. everything is alright, he is here to help...
  • Koss: ...*clenches teeth, and bends his back, trembling so much* aahh..
  • Grimm: ...it's okay.. you just have to calm yourself and the pain will go away.. . c'mon you can stand that.. it's not the worst thing that you passed....
  • Endy: *strokes Koss' head gently* you're going to feel better soon.. am I right?
  • Koss: ..*looks at Endy with no strength, still gasping and with eyes full of tears*..
  • Grimm: ...of course he's going to..*doesn't stop to look at Koss, until he slowly stops to tremble, and he kinda starts to breath normally*..now just close your eyes and sleep.. youneedsomerest...*leaves Koss*
  • Endy: soo.. no longer "pearless"..huh? *smiles slightly*
  • Grimm: ..eh for the moment.. but it's not his own one.. when he'll feel better I'll fix the enchantment and then it will be better to take off that pearl..
  • Koss: ..eh..t-thisisnotfair...*falls slowly asleep*
  • Endy: .. yeah I was about to ask about it... aaand how long it's going to take? should I sew something made of leather for his chest? To make that pearl safer and to avoid him doing something stupid again?..
  • Grimm: ..*shrugs* do you really think that he could-... *looks Koss* Yes. do it.. something stupid like taking off that pearl would be really in Koss's style.. pfh..
  • Endy: yyyeaahh.. even touching that place wouldn't be a good idea.. but first we should let him sleep, tomorrow morning I'm going to wrap his chest with bandages.
  • Grimm: *stands up and randomly pats endy's head* yes.. perfect.. I go outside for a while.. *teleports away*
  • Endy: ...
  • Endy: *lays down on the floor next to Koss smiling peacefully*..
  • Koss: ..*mumbles in the sleep* ..t-thankyouforeverything..
  • Endy: ....*carefully wraps arm around him and sighs heavily*..the one you should thank to is not here already..*whispers*
  • Koss: ..youstayedwithme.. w-when I needed it... *mumbles * thatmeansalot..
  • Endy: ....sleep now... tomorrow we'll see the stars again.. *kisses his forehead*..
  • Koss: ..mmh//.. *sighs happily*

sarcasmfox  asked:

Hey! I saw that you said you're always open for Friends prompts, so I thought I'd give you a few because I can't remember all the ones you've done. "The One with All the Thanksgivings", "The One with the Jellyfish", "The One with the Ball", or "The One with the Cake". I hope you haven't done all of these and that you have fun with them! <3

the one with the cake!


“Allison, it’s been hours, can we please go?”

“In a minute, I just want you to say something for Leila’s birthday message,” Allison settles opposite Stiles and Derek, gives them both a bright smile; neither of them return it. “For goodness sake, there will be time for other trips; you guys are acting like toddlers.”

“We don’t have time for other trips,” Stiles says through his teeth. “We booked this six months ago, and it was the first weekend we had available.”

“Do you know how many times we’ve been to the museum for a function Scott’s been in charge of since? Eleven times, Allison.”

“It’s not my fault he’s passionate about his work, guys. And, you two were late to visit our new born daughter because you were having sex in a janitor’s closet!”

“Look, it was an emotional day for all of us, and Derek was all… He just looked happy and excited, and you know I can’t resist that, okay? You know that! It wasn’t my fault.”

“It’s not like we’ve had the chance to have sex since,” Derek adds sourly. “Seeing as we’ve been on babysitting duty permanently.”

“And, we’re here, now, waiting for this party to finish.”

“Which you promised us it would, six hours ago.”

“There was an issue with the cake! Because of the place you recommended, Stiles,” Allison tosses her hair back, glares at him, “Thanks for the heads up on what sort of bakery it was, by the way, I went in totally clueless.”

Hey, if I wanna take a sexy picture of myself and stick on a cake for my man, I’m not going to feel guilty. Derek loves his cake.”

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title | spontaneous nose bleeds

notes | Hey all! I know it’s been ages since I’ve posted, been taking summer time to recharge some very burnt out life batteries but as school approaches (…only a few weeks to go….), I’m getting back into the swing of things so I’m posting again. Sorry for the absence and so much gratitude to you for your understanding and support. This is just a silly, fun one-shot based on a pinterest prompt I saw and thought was funny. Hope you enjoy!

“Why is Barry bleeding?” Cisco isn’t exactly sure what he’s just walked into, but Barry’s leaned against Caitlin’s desk (not an unusual position really), hunched over with his eyes shut tight and his hand to his face. Once upon a time, Cisco might have questioned if it was, in fact, blood dripping through his fingers but once upon a time was a few dozen metahumans and one big explosion ago, so he doesn’t even think twice anymore.

“Because he’s an idiot,” Caitlin barks out, terse, from near the medical table. She’s clearly looking for something – she pulls away with gauze a second later – but she’s pulling draws open and throwing them closed with little regard to the clatter she’s making or the equipment itself. Cisco winces as tools bounce and batter together; she’s going to be even crankier later when she has to skim and dig around to find what she wants and that is not going to be a good situation for anyone.

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"I drown in you again" - Jack Barakat Imagine #5 [Part 2]

Why the fuck aren’t the gifs moving anymore ? :O 

PART Two (You guys decided aaaand It’s gonna be a happy end. Only 2 voted for sad)

Part 1 here 

Some people can’t see the very end of this imagine. So if it cuts you off click HERE to read the very end.

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anonymous asked:

could u do one where they are friends but they are constantly teasing each other and at some point they can't hold it back anymore?


I hope you like it, let me know what you think x

“Where are we going?”- I asked, laughing at his hurriedness.

“This party blows, so let’s go to my hotel room.”  

“It’s not too bad, Harry.”

“How are we supposed to dance to this? I don’t consider drinking to slow music a good party.”

“Well if that was their plan the booze could’ve been better.”

“But that didn’t stop neither of us from drinking it.”

“Well, I couldn’t stay thirsty for three hours, could I?”

“Must’ve been one hell of a thirst, then.” Well, I was certainly thirsting over someone. We were both buzzed.

“Which floor is the room at?”

“Sixth. Go right, the lift is there.”

“This is a fancy hotel, unlike mine and I’m staying just across the road.”

“Shit, where’s the key?”

“Right next to your foot,” I laughed.

“You’ve always had a contagious laughter.”

“Open already, my feet are killing me. I’m never wearing these heels again, so uncomfortable.”

“There are comfortable heels?”

“Well some are comfortable enough. Do you have something to eat here?”

“Already ordered pizza.”

“Don’t you know me?”

“Is there a better friend than me?”

“Impossible.” Yeah, friend.

“Now, do you want vine?”

“Only if you have Coca-Cola, so we can mix it.”

“Of course I do. Go choose a film.”

“Are you sure you’ll allow me to choose?”

“I already know you’ll play Lord of the Rings, and I feel like watching that.”

“Well you’re wrong tonight.”

“Then it’s The Mummy.”

“Damn you.”

“Again, I know you, love.”

“Yeah, yeah… someone’s at the door.”

“Must be pizza.”

“Now we have everything covered: drinks, pizza and a film. Let’s dig in.”

After the second slice the dress was beginning to suffocate me, so I turned around and asked Harry to unzip it, and that’s where the usual started. Instead of just pulling the zip fastener down and going back to eating he had to go slow, feeling my skin, almost accidentally, with the back of his fingers, sending a very familiar feeling through my veins. I soon realised I’d better get up and go change. It wasn’t an unusual thing to wear his clothes: wide sweatpants and a plain shirt.

We’d often escape parties together and end up having pizzas or hamburgers past midnight. So this was a regular occurence. What irritated me and made me happy at the same was our relationship. Like earlier when he helped me unzip the dress… we’d frequently show we’d like more than friendship but one of us would always retrieve and we’d be back at point zero. Only two days ago we were so close to kissing, I could almost feel his lips… Or this summer when we’d ended up at the beach, just sitting and watching the dark ocean and the starry night sky, leaned against each other. The thought of his touches from that night, his gentle kisses on my shoulder and the back of my neck made me shiver. And then a few days later he’d have a date. His actions confuse me, but I know there’s something more between us than just physical attraction, at least on my side.

“Did I miss the part where she proudly exclaims she’s a librarian?”

“By a minute.”

“Damn it, I like that reply.”


“It’s the proudness in her voice and his look, I like the way he looks at her. I think they’re my favourite film couple.”

“I met this girl last weekend, and she said Titanic was the best film she’s watched.”

“Then she hasn’t watched many.”

“That’s what I said. And then she talked about Rose’s and Jack’s relationship and why the movie is so good for ages. I wanted to die.”

“If she had to talk about that for so long then you can’t be that good of a date.”

“It wasn’t a date, by the way.”-he said while grabbing another slice.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing? Feeding you.”

“I can eat on my own.”

“By the time you finish the pizza’ll be stone cold. Now, let me assist.”

“Harry! You ruined your shirt.”

“How did I stain it when you’re wearing it?”

“You put too much ketchup, and you’re holding the slice, so…”

“Is it my fault that you have ketchup on your face too?”

“Who else’s would it be?”

“So it’s my fault you eat like a five-year-old?”

“Pass me a tissue; already, I’ll miss half the film.”

“Here, it’s paused.”

He leaned closer, cleaning my face and then taking off what he could off the shirt. I tried to control my breathing when he cleaned the area that was covering my breasts.

“Buns look good on you,” he said out of nowhere.

“Thanks,” I smiled.

He was getting closer, looking straight into my eyes making me slightly uncomfortable because of the closeness, so I looked away. I was never the one who could keep eye contact for more than a few seconds. At that moment I felt his soft, wet lips on the side of my neck. I froze. I didn’t know whether I should let him, I feared he’d just move away like he usually did and leave me completely fucked up. But that was why I never knew where we were standing, someone would always retrieve. I won’t be the one tonight. I hope I’ll stick with the plan and won’t be a coward.

His lips travelled over my jawline to my lips. A simple peck, and then his eyes locked with mine once again. Another peck, then another, a little rub of noses, then one more… the eye contact made it all more intense before he finally locked our lips. He was guiding the situation, setting the pace. His tongue gently glided over mine making my stomach explode. Finally, we needed air and I leaned my forehead against his shoulder.

His mouth was back on my neck, finding that sweet spot, making me release a soft moan which clearly satisfied him, judging by the smile I could feel against my skin. He placed his hands onto my hips and wrinkled the material with his palms while I attacked his jaw, so sharp and defined.

“I, we should’ve done this sooner.” – he breathed.

“We should’ve, now let’s continue.”

“I think this shirt has to go to the laundry bin.”


“Shouldn’t we talk about it first?”

“We’ll talk in the morning.”

ransomofmercy  asked:

could I request courferre and “i’m a med student who has a huge crush on the hot guy who works at the coffee shop who always gives me free drinks when i’m stressed and calls me princess even though i pretend i think it’s annoying but i’m extremely concerned about him because he always smells like smoke .... etc i.e. Courfeyrac's a dragon AU

( @ransomofmercy also sent an ask saying Vikings OT3 would be good for this, and that’s the option I took!)

“Morning, treasure.”

Athelstan looks blearily up from his wallet, and he doesn’t know why he’s shocked anymore, that Kattegat’s owners are both watching him prepare to order his coffee with indulgent smiles that are just toothy enough to be unnerving. If they weren’t the best coffee within blocks of the hospital, he might consider going somewhere else. “Do you call all your customers that?”

“Come now, do you think we’re unfaithful?” says Lagertha, already starting his cup. He’s been by enough that they know his orders, and when he orders which one. “You’re our favorite.”

“I’m sure everyone else must be devastated—extra espresso this morning, please?”

“Of course, Athelstan.” Ragnar is grinning, leaning a little closer, like he always does. He always smells faintly of smoke, though not quite like cigarettes, and so does Lagertha. They must roll their own, and he always itches to say something about it. It isn’t his business, though. “Coming back after your shift today? I’m planning to have some really lovely brownies ready this evening, if you’re interested …”

They always ask. Sometime, he might take them up on it. “I imagine I’ll be too tired,” he hedges, and takes his coffee from Lagertha when she passes it across the counter. Her skin is always hot to the touch.

“What else is coffee for?” Ragnar finally leans out of his personal space. “Just remember you’re welcome anytime.”

Athelstan stuffs his money in the tip jar—they always refuse to take it for the register—and inhales sweet steam. “Thank you.” Ragnar moves back to step into Lagertha’s space, her arm going up automatically to wind around his neck, and it moves a burst of scent past the smell of his coffee. “You should—you probably shouldn’t smoke, you know,” he blurts, unable to help it.

To his surprise, both of them laugh. “We’ll take that under advisement,” says Lagertha, and she’s still laughing when he heads for the hospital.


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Every time

A/N: This is a Mooseley ficlet wherein Dean walks in on Sam kissing the King of Hell in the basement of the Men of Letters. Can be seen as a sequel to this, taking place a couple months later, still before 9x09.

~1k words, rated T

“Sam, what the Hell?”

Dean’s voice made Sam pull away from Crowley’s lips so fast he nearly knocked over the table behind him. The crayon he’d given Crowley to write with fell uselessly to the floor. “Dean!” he took a big gulp of air to calm the panic that had blossomed in his chest. “Dean, it’s not what it looks like.”

“The Hell it isn’t, you gonna tell me you weren’t just kissing the King of Hell?”

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