but i really gotta go to bed

So I really wanted to go to bed early… but unfortunately I saw Phil’s new video and… yeah. I sketched this super-quickly and it’s got basically no artistic value - but enjoy - Daniul and “Lucas”. 

Gotta give it to Phil though - these outfits looked awesome. And he gave off these Quicksilver vibes with his blue wig

Btw HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY everyone! 

zach dempsey: dtf (smut)

Request: “Hey can I get a Zach Dempsey smut please! Lol”

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Warning(s): Smutty.

Word Count: 1,158

Gif: @zachdempsey

A/N: I wrote this at the pool with my parents. Appreciate this lol.


Zach was over at your’s to study for the communications exam. Your parents were on a business trip, so you had the house to yourself.

You and Zach, rather than study, took the empty opportunity to make out on your bed.

His body laid atop yours, his thigh between your legs. You had your fingers entwined in his hair, keeping his lips close to yours. Your throat let out a moan when he pushed knee up to gain leverage, hitting the one spot you needed him most.

He held your elbow and started to pull away. You pouted when your once warm lips met the cold air. He panted and pecked your nose.

“Come back here,” you begged, cupping your hand to the nape of his neck. He shook his head.

“I gotta go, (y/n). I’m babysitting my sister tonight.” He sat up on the bed, swinging his left to the edge. “Maybe tomorrow?”

You groaned. Tonight was the only night your parents wouldn’t be home. You really wanted to take advantage of it.

“But Zach,” you mumbled. You cuddled up to his back, your legs wrapping around his waist. “I want you to stay,” you whispered lowly into his ear.

You kissed the area beneath his ear, his weakness. Your hands roamed his torso while you kissed down his neck. Zach let out a deep growl. His gripped your thighs, giving into you entirely.

You unlatched yourself from him. He stood up to face you and you kneeled on the bed to gain some height. He cupped your chin, forcefully, but passionately kissing you. Your hands found their way up his t-shirt, your fingertips grazing over his muscles.

He led you down on the bed, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck before his stood again. He took off his top, revealing his perfectly sculpted body. You bit the corner of your lip at the sight of him.

He leaned toward you, connecting your lips once more. This time, his hand reached under your shirt. He grasped your bra, pulling the cup down. His course hands against your sensitive bud sent shivers down your spine. You moaned in his mouth, biting his lip. He helped you pull of your shirt.

His mouth quickly attached to your chest, kissing the round tops of your breasts. You arched your back in pleasure, which gave Zach the access to unclasp your bra. You shimmied the straps down your arms and Zach threw the piece to the side.

He attacked your neck forcing your chin up. His hands palmed your breasts, his knee pressed against your heat. Your hand covered your mouth- a frequent reflex- to muffle your moans.

“Y/n, don’t try to be quiet,” Zach begged. “I need to hear you.”

You bit your lip, embarrassed. He tugged the top of your jeans, unbuttoning them to slip off. He stood to take off your pants. You gladly helped him by pulling your legs out. You sat up,  toying with the straps on his pants.

You cupped his bulge causing his eyes to close. He let out groggy whispers, cursing your name. You slowly pulled his pants down, taking in your time to witness his anxious pleasure. You tugged at the waistband of his boxers, kissing his v-line.

When you pulled down his waistband, his hard on pulsed in the cold air. He shivered, begging you to do something.

You kissed his swollen tip, shallowly taking him into your mouth. He let out a throaty groan, grasping your hair in a knot.

“Deeper, babe,” he groaned. “Deeper.”

You did as he asked. His tip reached the back of your throat, which caused him to twitch. You found a steady, yet fast pace. His eyes were screwed shut, his mouth gaped open. The moans echoed off the walls.

“Fuck!” He growled. You knew he was getting close. “Stop, babe. Not here.” You saw the pain in his eyes when he pushed you away.

You pulled away, slightly confused.

“Lay back,” he ordered. He was trying to prevent his high.

He propped your legs up, spreading them to get access to you. He kissed your center, already feeling your dampness. You exhaled sharply when he licked up the middle.

“Zach,” you whispered. “Please.”

He slipped your undies down your legs leaving you bare. He spread your legs again, kissing down your thighs. He took his time to build up anticipation. He kissed your lips, allowing his tongue to slip between your folds. You gripped his hair, cursing his name.

His hands wrapped around your thighs, keeping your body from squirming around. Your head dug into the bed as you let your moans echo.

Zach slipped a finger within you, causing your back to arch. You begged him for more, feeling your toes curl.

He left you thighs, letting his swollen lips meet your hungry once. He put his finger in your mouth, which you gladly sucked on.

He positioned himself between your legs. He teased your slit with his tip. You wiggled around, causing him to giggle.

“Sit still, babe,” Zach panted.

He thrusted into you slowly, but still causing you to gasp. He was only half in before he pulled back out. He dove in once more, letting his entire length into you. You groaned into your arm.

He pumped himself a few times before leaning over you. He propped himself up on his forearms, right beside your face. He kissed you, letting your tongue into his mouth. He huffed as he thrusted.

“Zach,” you moaned. Your nails dug into his shoulder.

He buried his face in your neck. His grunts and groans were loud in your ear. His pace was slow, but hard and deep. Your throat only allowed you breath heavily.

Zach pulled himself up, leaning on his hands to get a higher angle. You gripped his forearms, leaning your head back. He found a steady pace that hit your g-spot perfectly.

He used his thumb to massage your clit, sending vibrations up your back. Your nails scratched his biceps, embracing every sensation you felt.

You called his name, making him ware that you were about to come. He continued his thrusts till you arched your back, releasing your pleasures onto him. He bit his lip as you rode out your high on him.

He pulled out and you took him into your hand. You pumped his hard on over your stomach.

“Fuck, y/n,” he grunted.

He let out groans of pleasure when he came on your torso. He pulsed in your hand, letting his high down. You sat up, and pulled him down for a kiss.

He panted as you pulled away.

“You should probably go,” you said sadly.

Zach looked at you, taking in the sight of his beautiful and exhausted girlfriend. “My sister’s bed time is nine, and she’s a heavy sleeper. You want to come over?”

You bit your lip, debating the idea.

“Sure, why not?”

Mistake

Vegas | Tease | Oops | D | Game | Mistake

Series: Vegas

Note: The moment you all have been waiting for… Hold onto your caps, people, because this one is a roller coaster.

Word Count: 3586

Warnings: Language, angst…no smut in this one, guys. 😳

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You knew you’d fucked up.

The second those words flew out of your mouth, your eyes shot open and your breath caught in your throat. You were quickly shaken from the spell Daveed had placed you under, and as reality settled in, you began to panic.

Without delay, you pushed Daveed off you and clambered off the bed. He was silent and you didn’t know if it was because he was in shock or because he was still coming down from his high, but either way, you knew you had to get out of there before he started speaking.

You were pulling your jeans on hastily when you finally spoke up. “I uh…I-I gotta go.” You said, trying to hide the fact that you were on the verge of tears. “It’s really late and I think I forgot to do something back home.”

“Y/N…” Daveed breathed softly, pushing himself up on his elbows to look at you.

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Here Comes A Thought (Cover)
Madi Hodges

Haven’t had much time to draw for myself lately so I couldn’t help but indulge myself after watching that episode. It was absolutely beautiful and hats off to the crew and to Takafumi Hori for such a gorgeous episode.

(sorry I don’t have enough musical instrument prowess to play accompaniment)

EDIT: I can’t believe I posted this and I forgot the butterflies *facepalms*

HEATHERS THE MUSICAL LYRIC STARTERS.

  • I believe I’m a good person.
  • I think there’s good in everyone.
  • I look around at all these people I’ve known all my life and I ask myself… what happened?
  • This ain’t no high school, this is the Thunderdome.
  • Hold your breath and count the days.
  • We’re graduating soon.
  • College will be paradise.
  • I know life can be beautiful.
  • If we/I changed back then, we/I could change again.
  • Hey, are you okay?
  • Things will get better.
  • Fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze.
  • What did you say to me, skank?
  • We were kind before, we can be kind once more.
  • We on for movie night?
  • What can I say? I’m a sucker for a happy ending.
  • He is the smartest guy on the football team, which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf.
  • I’m sorry, are you actually talking to me?
  • You’re a high school has-been waiting to happen.
  • Why do they/you hate me?
  • Why don’t I/you fight back?
  • Why do I/you act like such a creep? 
  • Why do I cry myself to sleep?
  • Send me a sign, God!
  • She is a mythic bitch.
  • I would give anything to be like that.
  • Maybe you should see a doctor.
  • For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure.
  • You could stand to lose a few pounds.
  • I don’t want any trouble.
  • Don’t you dare touch me!
  • Who could survive this?
  • I think I’m dying.
  • Are we gonna have a problem? You got a bone to pick?
  • I’d normally slap your face off and everyone here could watch, but I’m feeling nice.
  • If you lack the balls, you can go play dolls.
  • You just gotta prove you’re not a pussy anymore.
  • Why when you see boys fight does it look so horrible yet feel so right?
  • I shouldn’t watch this crap, that’s not who I am.
  • Could you be seen with me and still act proud?
  • It’s fine if you don’t agree.
  • I would fight for you if you would fight for me.
  • Happiness comes when everythings numbs.
  • The world doesn’t owe you a cent.
  • You’re planning your future, ____. You’ll go to some college and marry a lawyer.
  • The sky’s gonna hurt when it falls, so you better start building some walls.
  • Drink, smoke, it’s all cool.
  • Let’s get naked in my pool.
  • Let’s rub each other’s backs while watching porn on Cinemax.
  • It’s time for big fun!
  • So wait, it’s lime, then salt, then shot?
  • You’re doing it wrong!
  • You’re looking good tonight!
  • Woah, a hot guy/girl smiled at me without a trace of mockery!
  • Stoned. Zoned. I should quit.
  • Hey, is that weed? I want a hit.
  • I’m not afraid.
  • I feel like Bono at Live Aid!
  • Way to show maturity!
  • Quit it jackass, get off of me!
  • I didn’t need your help.
  • You need a jello shot!
  • I can’t believe you actually came.
  • It’s exciting, right?
  • Showing up here took some guts.
  • Why do you gotta be so weird all the time? People wouldn’t hate you so much if you acted normal.
  • There’s no alcohol in here! Are you trying to poison me?
  • I’m in your yard.
  • I’m a dead girl/man walking.
  • What’re you doing in my room?
  • Sorry, but I really had to wake you.
  • I decided I must ride you till I break you.
  • Tonight I’m yours.
  • Lets go, you know the drill.
  • I’m hot and pissed and on the pill.
  • You say you’re numb inside but I can’t agree.
  • So the world’s unfair, keep it locked out there.
  • How’d you find my address?
  • Let’s break the bed!
  • I think you tore my mattress!
  • Believe it or not, I knew about fear.
  • I hid behind smiles and crazy hot clothes.
  • The world, it held me down, it weighed like a concrete prom queen/king crown.
  • No one thinks a pretty girl/boy has feelings.
  • No one sees the me inside of me.
  • Jesus, you’re making me sound like Air Supply.
  • No one thinks a pretty girl/boy has substance. That’s the curse of popularity.
  • I am more than just a source of handjobs.
  • Call me when the shuttle lands.
  • I weep for all I failed to be.
  • You’re very quiet. What’s on your mind?
  • I’m bigger than John Lennon!
  • You got a left hand? Use it.
  • Don’t talk mean like that.
  • You make my balls so blue.
  • You are the only thing that’s right about this broken world.
  • I was a frozen lake, but then you melted me awake.
  • You’re not alone.
  • Our love is God.
  • We can start and finish wars, We’re what killed the dinosaurs.
  • I worship you.
  • I’d trade my life for yours.
  • I was hoping you’d rip my clothes off me, sport.
  • Ger off the fence! Get off the damn fence!
  • I don’t understand.
  • Stop being a dick!
  • What does that mean?
  • What the fuck have you done?!
  • My teen angst bullshit has a body count.
  • I can’t believe that you still refuse to get a clue, after all that we been through.
  • Fine, we’re damaged, really damaged but that does not make us wise.
  • We’re not special, we’re not different.
  • Don’t you want a life with me?
  • If you could let me in I could be good with you.
  • Don’t stop looking in my eyes.
  • I wanna be with you.
  • Hold me tighter. Even closer.
  • I’ll stay if I’m what you choose.
  • You’re the one I choose.
  • Deep inside of everyone, there’s a hot ball of shame.
  • Everyday’s a battlefield when pride’s on the line.
  • Our love can knock our walls down.
  • Tried to change the world, barely made a dent.
  • I have struggled with despair.
  • I prayed, but God’s not there.
  • There’s nowhere to hide.
  • You don’t deserve to live.
  • You’re pathetic because you whine!
  • You’re gonna die alone.
  • We’re all grown up and we know better.
  • I believe any dream worth having is a dream that should not have to end.
  • Oh my God. Is she/he dead?
  • Keep it together.
  • I’m so sorry.
  • Where have you been?
  • You wouldn’t understand.
  • You don’t know what my world looks like!
  • Sorry to come through the window. Dreadful etiquette, I know.
  • You chucked me out like I was trash!
  • You left me and I fell apart.
  • You changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside.
  • I was meant to be yours.
  • Don’t give up on me now.
  • Society churns out slaves and blanks. No thanks.
  • Open the door, please.’
  • Please, can we not fight anymore?
  • You’re scared, I’ve been there.
  • Don’t make me come in there!
  • No one here deserves to die except for me.
  • I wish your mom/dad had been a little stronger. I wish she/he stayed around a little longer.
  • I wish your dad/mom were good.
  • I wish we met before they convinced you life is war.
  • I am damaged, far too damaged.
  • You’re not beyond repair.
  • You look like hell.
  • Hey! What are you doing?!
  • I miss you.
  • I’d be honored if you’d let me be your friend.
  • If no one loves me now, some day somebody will.
  • One day we’ll change the world, but let’s kick back tonight.
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3D Painting Test on Leoh;;;;
(also added the rough sketch to show the progress >:0 !!)

IF THE P5 BOYOS HAD SIBS: TURBO EDITION*

*this is the only edition

ryuji would be the best oniichan fite me irl if u disagree

  • seriously like???? he cares so much and he’d be SO PROTECTIVE
  • hey remember when ann showed up in the metaverse and his thought process wasn’t “man this chick is gonna slow us down and be annoying” but instead it was “ann could get really hurt if she came with us i don’t want her getting dragged into this”
  • THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKIN BOUT, BOYEE
  • like remember how his dad was abusive remember that he would totally FITE HIS DAD FOR THIS SIB, you know it
  • if it was a little sister i would literally die, rip me, because u know he would dote on her so much.
  • “hey [xxx]-chan, let’s go to the park!! of course you can wear your loveline costume!! don’t forget the lettuce i bought to feed the ducks!!!”
  • (psa, do not feed ducks bread. give them things like corn or lettuce or birdseed.)
  • he’d do like tea parties with her and let her put bows in his hair and paint his nails and he’d be like “WOW YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB WOW MY NAILS LOOK SO GOOD” and he’d go to school with them the next day, dress code be damned
  • “akira look what my sis did for me!!” “wow she did a good job.” “I KNOW RIGHT”
  • and they’d play dressup and stuff like that and he’d be the dragon she slays or the demon that guards the treasure and each and every time she overcame some kind of obstacle he set up he’d be like “ur the smartest kid on the planet why didn’t i think of that solution, truly u r the True Genius of this family”
  • but even if it was a little bro COULD U IMAGINE
  • he could idolize him and be like “ONIICHAN UR THE GREATEST” and they’d go on runs together and play tag through the house and accidentally break things and mom would get mad but ryuji would always take the blame
  • or he could think he’s The Most Annoying™ and fight back against the attention with exasperated sighs and eye rolls and “moooom ryuji won’t put me down!!”
  • ryuji is best big bro

akira would also probably be a big bro

  • i kinda think his parents are The Literal Worst™ (reblog if u agree)
  • so if he had a sib it would probably be a younger one they had by accident
  • (so like i kind of think akira was born because someone’s parents really wanted grandchildren but now all the grandparents are dead and everything is sad)
  • so lil bro or sis would prob be ignored and shunted to the side by The Asshole Parents™
  • which basically leaves it to akira to take care of them
  • akira is like, the stern but cool older brother who is like “no we are not having cookies for dinner BUT if you do well on your math test we can bake some this weekend” or “i heard you got in a fight at school. i don’t care who started it, so just tell me this: did you win?”
  • lil sib probably looks up to him way more than they can express or he can understand. growing up with parents who basically just don’t care about you makes you super appreciative of any kind of affection or praise so they’d have a super close relationship
  • would be D E V A S T A T E D by his having to move away after the Incident
  • wow look an actual legit canon reason for akira to go home at the end of the game instead of “just because he gotta”
  • (he don’t gotta. y u do this atlus)

yusuke the biological only child (who gets adopted??)

  • ok so hear me out
  • wait hold on–did we ever learn about yusuke’s dad?? i literally can’t remember so i’m just gonna say: probably dead
  • ANYWAY SO HEAR ME OUT
  • yusuke’s mom probably didn’t have time to have any other kids before she kicked it (sry mrs kitagawa) BUT
  • i think the students of madarame were closer than the game prolly had time to get into?? like the guy whose heart u change in mementos asks you to go back and save yusuke and i just feel like there had to be some STRONG BONDS there
  • all i’m saying is there was an older student ok like 2-6 years older than him who loved him like a brother bc c’mon he’s a little out there but HOW COULD U NOT boy is sweet as the candy he drops way too much yen on.
  • probably had to remind him to eat and shit like that while they were with madarame like “dude u can’t live on paint fumes PLEASE EAT FOOD PLEASE”
  • also had no social skills so could not coach him on social skills
  • hated to leave him but couldn’t stay for their own mental health and always regretted leaving him behind
  • so yeah probably later after the game they reached out to him
  • and just kind of informally adopted him as their lil bro like “you’re mine now, i’m going to protect you and buy you food”

akechi the foster brother

  • so here’s the deal with akechi
  • he knows what it’s like to be in the system and bounce around and have no one who cares or listens or wants you there and it just. it’s hard and terrible and no one deserves to feel that way ever.
  • so he decides he’s going to be big bro to literally every difficult foster kid he ever comes across.
  • getting bullied? guess it’s time to come home with me where i will tell you that you are absolutely the best and what the bullies say doesn’t matter ever and you will never ever know this but i’m gonna fuck up that kid’s future times 10000%
  • moody and combative? c’mon, you can have your own room and lock the door on me all you want and i’ll sit outside in the hall for four hours to teach you that no, i’m not going to give up on you and you are worth the time and effort because you matter so much.
  • really timid and scared of everything? it’s okay, we’re going somewere safe and i will let you hide wherever you want, even if you scare the living daylights out of me when i reach under the sink for the dishsoap and i see you curled up in there. you can crawl in my bed when you have a nightmare absolutely, i’m not going to kick you out and i’m not going to hurt you
  • BASICALLY HE’D JUST BE THE SUPPORT THEY NEED BECAUSE HE NEVER GOT IT AND IT WOULD BE MAGICAL
  • M A G I C A L
  • u can’t tell me he wouldn’t care so much about foster kids
  • u just can’t it’s illegal

mishima gotta be someone’s lil bro

  • lol this boy like
  • he has to have an older sib, there’s no question about it
  • boye just too insecure to be big bro to someone else, he’d suck at it
  • which, yknow, would actually be really funny but i was kind of going for canon-plausible (SHUT UP I KNOW) and reasonably healthy relationships
  • so what i kind of imagined here was like, an older sister who’s kind of critical of him but damn she tries to be there for him because their parents are certainly not
  • she tells him under no uncertain terms that he NEEDS to quit the volleyball team because this is not safe or right in any degree and you know it yuuki
  • (he did know it yuuki but she also told him he needs to stop giving up on things so easily and he just?? didn’t want to give up?? if he could hold on just a little longer maybe it would get better)
  • she’ll clean his cuts and be like “ok whatever you say yuuki, you know what’s best for you”
  • but he totally doesn’t
  • i just want him to have someone who supports and loves him because obviously he’s not getting that from his parents and he NEEDS LOVE AND GUIDANCE PLEASE

so uh yeah that’s it for now. if you want more like this send me a request and i’ll get on it!

Too In Character

 Pairing: Jared x Reader
Words: 758

-Jared and the reader do a breakup scene that just feels too real for Jared-

A/N: If you want tagged in anything, let me know.



          Jared had been kind of worried ever since he had seen the script. You had been teasing him, but he legitimately seemed like this scene was going to be a problem for him. The two of you had never had that big of an issue when doing a scene together for Supernatural.

           “Jare?” you made him look at you as the two of you sat together before the scene was going to be shot.

           He looked up, “Hmm?”

           “You’re thinking too hard.”

           He shrugged, “This scene is just going to suck.”

           You laughed slightly, “Babe, you do fights with all kinds of monsters and this is the scene that stresses you out?”

           He nodded, “Yeah. It is.”

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100 ways to say ‘I love you’, Skins edition
  1. ‘Wake up (name), you twat.’
  2. ‘Do you want a coke or something?’
  3. ‘Can I carry your books?’
  4. ‘Yeah, wow, lovely… No. But I like that you’re funny Iooking.’
  5. ‘Oh thank you, you’re so nice.’
  6. ‘You fancy me?’
  7. ‘I think that could have gone a lot worse, don’t you?’
  8. ‘We’ll miss you, won’t we?’
  9. [ text ] : EAT
  10. ‘Have you always had that mole?’
  11. ‘I’m respecting. Believe me, I’m respecting.’
  12. ‘You alright? Do you want to dance?’
  13. ‘Do you want me to walk you home?’
  14. ‘We’ll make ourselves comfy, yeah?’
  15. ‘Shall I give you head?’
  16. ‘I’m gonna get an early night. Coming to bed?’
  17. ‘I’ll give you head - that’s friendship.’
  18. ‘But what about you? You’ve got bigger problems than me.’
  19. ‘I like your hair.’
  20. ‘And I’m really, really sorry for being a slut, okay?’
  21. ‘I realised something. I’ve been an idiot.’
  22. ‘And I was hoping maybe you’d give me another chance?’
  23. ‘You’re clever, funny, and… very, very pretty.’
  24. ‘So I’ll see you around.’
  25. ‘(name), you came! I mean, cool, I mean… I wasn’t sure you would.’
  26. ‘Do you think they’ll give us a joint cell?’
  27. ‘I don’t want this to be difficult.’
  28. ‘Did you get beaten up?’
  29. ‘I want to speak to you, and I think you want to speak to me.’
  30. ‘Kiss me again.’
  31. ‘Come on, I’m taking you for breakfast.’
  32. ‘Happy birthday, mate.’
  33. ‘There’s something I have to get off my chest and if I don’t, I’m afraid everything might just totally go to shit.’
  34. ‘Come to bed with me. Please.’
  35. ‘You’re my best friend, but I really don’t know what the fuck you’re on about most of the time.’
  36. ‘See? I remembered your favourite.’
  37. ‘Look, sorry, (name). But your mum says we gotta take you home.’
  38. ‘Come out. I’ll get you dancing.’
  39. ‘Do I have to gay you now?’
  40. ‘Right, I know it might seem a bit fast, but, well, I think we’re ready, so, er, (name) … I want you to move in with me.’
  41. ‘Let’s talk. Fill me in with everything. Every little detail.’
  42. ‘We can carry on pretending, if it makes you feel any better.’
  43. ‘And I fucking love you.’
  44. ‘Wow! You’ve got a wacker lot of doughnuts.’
  45. ‘Cheeky.’
  46. ‘Thanks for keeping schtum.’
  47. ‘Hi, I made tea.’
  48. ‘I’ve never been to a pyjama party before, so I brought Vodka. Was that right?’
  49. ‘I’ll show you how to do a blowjob.’
  50. ‘I missed you… I missed you too much.’
  51. ‘I think you can do anything.’
  52. ‘It’s also nice just being with you, when you’re not being a prick, that is.’
  53. ‘You alright?’
  54. ‘I know you, (name). I know you’re lonely. I think you need someone to want you. Well, I do want you. So be brave. And want me back!’
  55. ‘Fuck you.’
  56. ‘Can’t we just sit like this … for a bit?’
  57. ‘This is a once-only charity event, you understand?’
  58. ‘I bought a fucking gateaux.’
  59. ‘Please. Can we start again?’
  60. ‘Facebook really needs to hear about this.’
  61. ‘You’re very stalkable.’
  62. ‘I was scared!’
  63. ‘I am so proud of you.’
  64. ‘Don’t you think you’ve had enough?’
  65. ‘She’s lovely, isn’t she?’
  66. ‘You look nice in that dress.’
  67. ‘You are doing so well, sweetheart.’
  68. ‘So you’re mental, and I’m useless.’
  69. ‘So, what are we doing next, mystery girl?’
  70. ‘I’ll never forget you.’
  71. ‘Hi. I got eggs. We can have eggs, yeah? And Red Bulls and pain au chocolat.’
  72. ‘I’d die for you. I love you. I love you so much and it’s killing me.’
  73. ‘Don’t take any crap this time.’
  74. ‘Badass.’
  75. ‘You’ve totally got, like, “fuck me” eyes, girl. Totally “fuck me sideways” eyes.’
  76. ‘Maybe we can go together.’
  77. ‘Don’t be an ass hat and people will like you more.’
  78. ‘I’m trying to understand your way, but you won’t let me.’
  79. ‘You’ve got quite a rep, but you’re actually pretty sound.’
  80. ‘You’ve got to stick it to the man, bruv.’
  81. ‘You need to sort yourself out.’
  82. ‘Remember when we were kids and we used to talk about just… just fucking it, running away and becoming roadies?’
  83. ‘Everything is going to be fine, I promise you.’
  84. ‘Hi, you look nice.’
  85. ‘You may live your life as you want.’
  86. ‘We’ll do a girls’ night in.’
  87. ‘You’re a shape-shifter of happiness.’
  88. ‘It’s not like we’re getting married! It was one dinner!’
  89. ‘Thank you, my henna-handed honcho.’
  90. ‘I’m sorry. I was just looking for somewhere a bit quiet.’
  91. ‘It’s heavenly.’
  92. ‘Why aren’t you here?’
  93. ‘I tried to ring you.’
  94. ‘Everything’s better. Here you are again.’
  95. ‘I’ll dance with you.’
  96. ‘What’s happened to you, (name)?’
  97. ‘I didn’t wanna tell you this when you were all smitten and shit but you can do better.’
  98. ‘Oh, my God! Oh, my God! I’m so glad you came!’
  99. ‘I promise. Everything’s going to be alright.’
  100. ‘ I love you.’
Jungkook as a MLM Boyfriend

Jungkook | Namjoon | Hoseok | Jimin | Seokjin | Taehyung | Yoongi


- memes. every day all day 

- he would send you all the best and new memes, can’t have his boyfriend using old and outdated ones 

- jungkook would be very protective of you 

- literally anyone : *gets a little too friendly while talking to you*

  jungkook : *does the tongue thing*

- at the start of your relationship, he’d be really shy about hand holding and stuff, but as soon as he was more comfortable with you he’d be really clingy

- jungkook would enjoy being the little spoon and would be really open about it 

“yea. i like it when my boyfriend cuddles me and strokes my hair, u gotta problem with that buckaroo?”

- lazy days !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- both of you in white t shirts and grey sweatpants, lying in his bed and playing over watch and mario kart all day 

- ends with takeout and thEN MAEKOUT 

- gosh i lvoe him

- when it came to being public, he probably wouldn’t want to make your relationship known to anyone outside of his family/bangtan, just in case any crazy fans did/ said anything harmful to you

-  this mean’t that dates couldn’t really be outside, but laying around and making out all day with him felt just as good as going on a date

- since he’d relatively young and most likely hasn’t kissed more than a handful of people, he’d be like obsessed with kissing you 

- jungkook’s mindset : you just passed a test at college? KISSES. you just beat that one level on super mario? KISSES. you’re just standing there looking gorgeous as hell? KISSESSSSSSS

- you’d constantly tease each other, no harm intended tho

- he’d call you “shorty” and “fuck boi” when he was feeling playful and trying to get a rise out of you

- he’d always make sure to compliment you afterwards, even if he’d only been teasing you for 5 minutes

- can’t have his baby boy feeling anything but gorgeous !!!!!!!!!!

- even though he loved to call you his baby boy, he’d feel really soft and warm on the odd occasion where you called him baby boy

“i just wanna snuggle with you all the time and be with you as much as i can and wow am i tearing up ? because .. i think we might be soulmates???”

- o h MY GO D y’know those memey valentine cards?? that are usually innuendos? yeah he’d send you them all year round 

- this lil snuggle bunny just has so much love for you and loves expressing it 

- loves it when you pamper him with cuddles, kisses, back rubs, blowjobs

- honestly ,, ? ?? you and jungkook would be couple goals 


this ws fun 

tell me which member u want me to do next!

- angus

  • Me: one more chapter and then I am going to bed
  • Chapter: *ends in a cliffhanger*
  • Me:
  • Me: gotta finish the whole thing now
I Gotta Say Something..

I know I’m not the first person to think or feel this way, but I really feel obligated to show my appreciation for George / Joji.

This man.. He goes above and beyond to entertain all of us. He’s putting out stuff for us to watch, slaving away to create music for us to listen to, AND he still makes time to go perform live. He’s drowning in his projects, I’m sure stressing himself out beyond belief, but he just DOES NOT STOP.

He is the definition of dedication. I don’t even have the motivation to get out of bed to get a drink, let alone dedicating every waking moment of my life to produce anything. He deserves so much more credit than what he’s given. This guy should be way more famous than he is at this current point in time, and I’m sure he will be someday.

I don’t know him on a personal level, but from everything I’ve seen, this is the type of person I want to watch grow and grow and just NEVER stop thriving. The amount of happiness he’s unintentially brought me over the years is something I will forever be thankful for.

From the deepest depths of my being, I wish nothing but happiness and success to you, George / Joji. I genuinely care for your well-being more than my own, and seeing you advance in life gives me motivation to do more with myself. Thank you so much for just being alive.

The Things She Carried

Part 3. Fraternization Attempt

Dean x Reader

Masterpost with all the parts

Summary: Dean meets a huntress. Well, he would define her a robot. At least until he gets to know her…

Word Count: 1300+

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We don't choose our family. (BATFAMILY/JASON TODD X READER) part 1

Batfam/jason Todd imagine.

Note- this imagine literally took 2 weeks and I wrote it in my math class.
Also (y/b/d) means your birthdate

Scenario- you have been fighting along side the batfam for over 7 years now but what if they knew who you really were, where you really came from, which clown prince is your father.

Warning- mention of death, fighting, slight cursing.

PART 2 OUT NOW

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“Come on Tim, you have to try harder than that.” You said as you once again managed to pin the third Robin on the blue training mat. You got off of his chest and watched as he stared at the ceiling with a smirk on his face.

“I am, I am, you know I’m only running on about on hour of sleep.” He said standing up and running a hand through his hair roughly.

“Tim.” You groaned in exasperation. “We talked about this, no training unless you had at least 3 hours of sleep.”

He chuckled and walked past you to where his usual cup of black coffee was waiting for him. You glared at him and flopped backwards on the cold mat and let out a sigh. You still had no idea how that boy could drink straight black hot coffee, after a training session.

“What did they do to you, this time.” You heard the voice of the first Boy Wonder say as he stood next to you and peered downward, letting out a soft chuckle with his arms crossed.

“Nothing, I’m just considering shooting Tim with a tranquilizer dart, that could put down a bear,“ you said tilting your head to the side as you heard heavy foot steps coming down the stairs of the Batcave.

“I second that,” you heard Bruce say as he sat behind the bat monitor and took off his tie, running his hands over his face and slumping over.

“So, I see the date didn’t go well?“ You ask as you stood up and teased Bruce about his charity date. You were all for the idea and thought it was great. Whoever the highest bidder was, won a date with play boy millionaire, Bruce Wayne.

It was funny to you, because the big bad Bruce Wayne got auctioned off to a 75 year old woman. Let’s just say she got a bit frisky with him as the first thing she did when she walked on stage to collect her prize was “accidentally” squeeze his butt when he hugged her.

Needless to say you and every other person in the audience, including the rest of the batfamily started laughing so hard, you fell on the floor and had to leave the room to compose yourself.

“You can shut up at any point, (y/n).” Bruce said forcing out a chuckle, as the rest of the batboys covered there smiles with there hands and Tim bit his knuckle to keep from laughing.

“I don’t understand.” Poor little Damian said from where he was training Titus a new trick. You laughed and shook your head,getting ready to go home for the day.

“Are you seriously gonna leave without saying goodbye to your favorite robin?” You heard the gruff voice of the one and only Jason Todd say as he killed the engine on his newly modeled silent motorcycle.

“I could never do that.” You stared with a smile as you walked over and wrapped your arms around Jason’s neck as he wrapped his around your waist, while burying his head into your neck.

It was no secret that you had a crush on Jason, well at least still a secret to him. Jesus, you hoped it was. You had met Jason when he was still very angry at Bruce for “replacing” him. You were one of the reasons Jason actually decided to rejoin the batfam. Only you didn’t know that.

You were exactly like him, growing up in the bad part of Gotham, living in the streets, having no parents and he felt as if though you would understand why he was mad. Two years after your first meeting and various other encounters he came to the batcave unarmed and apologized for his behavior and wanted back in the family but of course, Bruce, needed to test him first.

You helped him through the pain, testing, distrust and frustration as he worked his way back to redemption and you just couldn’t stop thinking about him, feelings for more than just a friendship started to bloom in your heart.

That was 5 years ago, making it 7 years that you had actually known him.

You had been in love with him for 5 years and still didn’t have the guts to tell him. You fearlessly took out super villains as a night job but still couldn’t tell the guy you’ve known for years, that you liked him.

You even grieved about your feeling to dick who just laughed at you and said how “ironic” this moment was, something you did not take lightly, seeing as you pinned him against the wall until he said uncle.

A big difference between you and Jason was Bruce took you in when you were around 20 and he took Jason in when he was around 10. (At different times of course, considering you met Jason when he was 21 and you were 20)

When you first got into the vigilante game, you took your anger out on everybody who dared wrong the city you loved.

Bruce met you when you were beating up a robber in a alley and pulled you off of him before you could get your kill shot in.

He taught you that it was ok to fight the bad guys but you couldn’t allow yourself to stoop to there level. After that you just tended to stay around Bruce and discover his identity, as well as his family’s, and you’ve been there ever since.

Good memories, good memories.

“Ok, now I gotta really get going because there is a bed at home with my name on it.” You said as you let go of Jason and turned to grab your workout bag.

“Bye guys.” You said and were left off with a chorus of byes that were cut off by the eerily familiar chuckle coming from the bat monitor.

The Joker.

Your bag slumped out of your arm and hit the floor as you turned to see the pasty face and crazy eyes, you knew all to well.

You looked to see Jason hands turn into fists and a glare settle on his once relaxed face, as he gritted his teeth swinging his legs off of the bike and stood behind Bruce, who was in full alert.

“Well, well Gotham, what’s it been now? 5 years, 7, 4, ah who cares?” The joker said as he leaned way to close to the camera. You walked and stood on the other side of Bruce as everyone else crowded around the monitor.

“It seems while daddy was away, the children never came out to play.” He said with a flourish of hand gestures and chuckles.

You let out a sigh of relief, as your realized he was talking to the entirety of Gotham, not just you. When the joker was locked up the crime rate in Gotham dropped significantly, that must of been what he was talking about.

“Anyhow let’s get on with the point, the last time my people saw their prince, batsy was hauling me to time out.” He said frowning as you felt a rough hand grab yours pulling you closer to them.

Turning to your right you saw Jason had a tight, yet reassuring grip on your hand, but kept looking at the screen with a fierce glare and his jaw locked. He pulled you so your shoulder was brushing against his. You would have smiled if this had been a better situation.

“Well I think because I was so good and waited so long I deserve a little reward, I want my daughter.” He said turning so serious at the end of his sentence, a shiver ran up your spine.

You had a iron grip on Jason’s hand as you looked at the screen in complete horror. It was to soon, you wanted more time.

“Oh, and if you think of not following my demand, there’s a small group of people who would beg you otherwise.” The joker giggled, pointing the camera towards a group of about 12 people who had on torn and dirty clothes with tear stained faces.

“You have until midnight, or else I have my fun.” The joker yelled making all of the people jump as he turned off the transmission.

“He has a daughter?” Tim questioned slowly as they all continued to stare at the black screen.

“How could I have never known about that.” Bruce said standing up and rushing to put on his suit.

“Well we have to find her before he gets to her, she’s obviously dangerous if that thing, wants her.” Jason said giving your hand a slight squeeze as you stared up at him, feeling your heart shatter.

This is exactly what you thought would happen. They thought that you were a monster, a killer, a villain, just like your dad. You hid a secret from them for 7 years, one of the worst secrets you had ever had. You would definitely break there trust and be tossed in arkham.

You were the daughter of the joker himself.

You didn’t remember anything of your father because you ran away from home when you were 3. The “run”, really just consisted of going to the park and falling asleep on a bench.

When the police arrived to see a small little girl asleep on a park bench, they immediately asked you where you lived. You told them exactly where your house was but when you arrived it was empty. The only thing left was the furniture and appliances, everything, even the things in your bedroom were gone. At least this is what you were told, you couldn’t remember because you were only 3 when it happened.

The police scoured Gotham for months to find your parents and even put your story in the news, for someone to come claim you. In the meantime you were put in foster care, a temporary situation which turned permanent.

When you were around 13 you started to receive these horrible letters about how the boogeyman was coming for you soon. You were so terrified you told the headmaster of the foster home but she brushed them off as a prank.

The next letter also came with a package. A DNA test to prove you were related to this boogeyman. Your eyes almost shot out of your head when you realized that the test required a DNA sample.

This “boogeyman” had to sneak into your room and put a cotton swab in your mouth, he was in your room when you were dead asleep. After that you didn’t sleep well for years, you still don’t. You started training hardcore in any type of martial arts you could, because you were so scared that he would come for you.

On your 18th birthday you got one more letter. It was a picture of a baby being held by a man but he was bent over so the only thing you saw was his bright green hair and pale ghostly skin. You flipped the photo over and saw written on the back in cursive loopy handwriting.

(Y/b/d)~~~ Papas coming for you little girl.

You gasped in horror as you flipped the photo again and saw that the baby was wrapped in your baby blanket, the only think you had when you “ran away” and your birthday was written on the back.

This man or monster, this “boogie man” who has tormented you most of your teen life was your father.

It was years before you figured out that the man in the picture was also known as the clown prince of crime, the most hated villain in Gotham, the joker.

“(Y/n.)” Jason said turning so you were facing him, snapping you out of your memories. “It’s gonna be ok, they’re both going back to arkham and out of our hair.” He said as he pulled you in for a hug and stroked the back of your hair.

You pushed your face into Jason’s neck and breathed In his same old scent of musk and cigarette smoke. He was never going to forgive your for this. Your father killed him, beat him with a crowbar,used his feelings against him, and took him away from everyone he loved.

“I’m sorry Jason, I’m so sorry.” You said in the tiniest whisper into his neck, luckily he didn’t hear you.

“We have a location on the joker, we gotta go now!” Tim yelled from the platform where Damian and Bruce were sitting in the batmobile.

Dick left as soon as the transmission had ended on his own motorcycle but you weren’t really paying attention.

You moved out of Jason’s warm embrace and looked up to give Tim a thumbs up, he gave one back then jumped into the batmobile. Bruce started the engine and peeled out of the cave with a loud screech.

“Look I promise we will finish this talk later, after all this, I have some really important things to say.” Jason said before running over to where your motorcycles were resting grabbing his and speeding out of the cave behind Bruce.

“Believe me, what I say is going to be more interesting.” You said before running over and jumping on your bike.

You quickly exited the cave on your way to finally meet your fate.

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A Letter From Dean

Originally posted by findyourownhappyending

Summary/Author Note: I think most of us get down about something sometimes. Whether that be work or school, relationships, friends & family, or even just how sometimes we aren’t very nice to ourselves. If something’s been bothering you, let Dean Winchester remind you exactly what he thinks of you…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 900ish

Warnings: one little F bomb


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anonymous asked:

Performance/hip hop team reacting to you not being able to walk after a rather.. Rough night? (If not all then just Coups, Minghao, Jun and Wonwoo please~)

Seungcheol wouldn’t have realized it the night before, but when he sees you barely able to walk… He’d feel guilty, but he’d mostly laugh it off, shake his head and tell you to come back to bed. When you have, either out of your own will or due to the ache between your legs (or because of his puppy eyes), returned to his arms, he’d hold you close and apologize while laughing; you wouldn’t be able not to smile, either. “I’ll be more careful next time.” However, after a moment of silence, he’d just twirl your hair around his finger and jokingly ask if a round two would help - when you hit his chest, he chuckles and kisses you sweetly. “It was a joke.” 

Originally posted by scoupstv

Minghao would honestly look like a hurt puppy and not even your “I’m fine”s would be able to change that during the first few hours. Eventually he lets it go, though, especially when you’ve told him that you wouldn’t have had the previous night any other way even if you had known you’d be sore the next morning. He’d be pretty giggly after that, although he’d gladly keep you in bed, even if the soreness wasn’t anything to keep you from going on with your normal life. But considering you do feel very uncomfortable walking, you don’t complain as you spend most of the day in bed, cuddled up to Minghao.

Originally posted by minghaeo

Jun would be incredibly amused, and even his apology would be accompanied by a bright grin. You’d be grumbling about how sore you are, but his most frequent comeback would be along the lines of “Sometimes you gotta suffer for some good loving.” It’s not that he wouldn’t feel a bit bad about it, because he really does, but for him it’s more amusing than worrying, especially when he knows it’s nothing dangerous. He does, however, make up for it with a bunch of sweet kisses and pampering as soon as he’s done laughing. “But you gotta admit it was a good night.”

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Wonwoo would, before anything, grin. “If I recall correctly, it was you who begged me to go harder.” You’d roll your eyes playfully, but whine as soon as you take another step. At that, Wonwoo would get closer and grab your hand to pull you back into bed. “How about you just take it easy today, babe?” You whine about how you couldn’t spend the whole day in bed, and Wonwoo gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Then just until you have… less physical memories of last night?” You hit his chest while he laughs, his nose crinkling in a way that makes your heart flutter.

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Hii I love your writing! Could you please write one where Veronica and jughead start bonding a lot over music or something and Betty gets a lil insecure and jealous so she tries bonding with guys from the football team? Thank you!

Thank you so Much! And this ones cute!
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Was she really becoming the third wheel in her own relationship? This was getting ridiculous.

Tapping her fingers against the cool metal table at pops, she rested her chin in her other palm, watching her boyfriend and her best friend laugh and exchange phones.

Betty was happy that they were getting along, really she was. It was important that the two most important people in her life were friendly with each other.

But was excluding her in all conversations really necessary?

Jughead and Veronica had so much in common, much more than Betty shared with jughead.

It made her anxious, nervous and a little sad.

For the last few weeks, she had watched them bond over music, movies, food, everything. It made her slightly uneasy. She would never show it though, that was selfish and if Betty cooper was one thing, it was unselfish.

So here she was just watching, no one had made any attempt to involve her in the conversation and she sure wasn’t about to interrupt

Maybe it was just jealousy? It probably was. Ron seemed to understand things, Betty had no clue about. The final straw had come earlier in the day.

She had overheard ginger and tia talking about how attractive a couple jughead and Veronica made, looking at them now, she couldn’t help but agree.

Okay cooper , she thought in her head, how does one get over jealousy?

Suddenly she remembered trev morrows invitation to the car show for tonight at central high.

Bingo.

If they didn’t want to talk to her she would just have to find other ways to entertain herself. Standing up she stretched

“Okay, I’m gonna get going.”

Jughead and Veronica finally tore their eyes from the video they had been watching, Jughead standing to walk her home.

“No, no you guys stay here, I’m actually going to head to the car show with trev at central.”

Jugheads eyes widened and Veronica looked more surprised than him. Jughead moved towards her

“Trev morrow? You’re going out with trev morrow? To the car show?”

She couldn’t help the tiny bubble of satisfaction she felt when she saw him getting nervous.

“Yep, it’s just two friends hanging out. I’ve really gotta get going. I’ll text you both tonight.”

Jughead went in for a kiss, still confused, Betty dodged him practically sprinting towards the door.

He just stood their in the middle of pops, staring after her .

He turned to Veronica “did I miss something.”

Veronica shook her head confused.
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Jughead was mess this morning, he had texted Betty all night and was about to walk over to her house, until she finally responded at 11:30

BETS: Just got home, going to bed, see you tommorow

JUGHEAD: okay I love you.

He had never gotten a response.

So walking into school, he was about to find out what was bothering his gorgeous girlfriend.

What he didn’t expect to see was , Betty, surrounded by half the football team, laughing.

Okay that was enough.

Pushing through the gaggle of air headed jocks , he grabbed Betty by the hand and tugged her towards the blue and gold office.

“Hey! I was talking to my friends!”

“Yeah well, now you’re talking to me, something you didn’t seem to want to do last night.”

“We were all hanging out at the car show, we were just discussing what we saw.”

Jughead pushed her into the office closing the door and turning around.

“What’s going on Betty?”

She crossed her arms defiantly

“Nothing.”

He shook his head, moving to stand across from her

“I know I may not have all that much experience with dating, but I know you, and I know when you’re upset.”

Her shoulder slumped and she avoided his eyes, looking past his shoulder.

“Why don’t you ask Veronica, I’m sure she’ll explain everything.”

His eyebrows knitted in confusion.

“Veronica? Why would I ask Veronica, you’re my girlfriend?”

She finally looked into his eyes

“It sure doesn’t feel like it.”

Suddenly something switched in him.

She was jealous, he had been neglecting his girlfriend for her best friend. He moved to stand in front of her to cup her face.

“Betty look at me” she brought her eyes up to meet his. “I’m sorry, i didn’t even realize I wasn’t including you, I’m an idiot, you know how I get when I’m in into something.”

She grasped the hands grabbing her face
“It’s not that! I’m happy you guys get along so well, it’s just… I can’t compete with her, you guys have so much in common. I’m afraid you’re gonna realize how good you two could be together.” Her eyes were sad

Jughead shook his head smiling softly

“Ron is great Betty,and it’s awesome that we have some things in common, but she’s just my friend. You’re my girlfriend, I like Ron but I love you. I like that we can teach each other things, and I love seeing your face when I introduce you to new music and foods. That’s why we work so well together babe, opposites attract.” He smiled down at her.

She melted into him, sighing

“I just love you, I don’t wanna lose you.”

He grabbed her by the chin, placing a gentle kiss on her nose.

“You’re not gonna lose me, but speaking of losing someone, should I be worried about those football idiots?” He said his face turning angry.

She giggled
“No, they’re just my friends. I just wanted you to know what it felt like. It was pretty stupid honestly.” She scrunched her nose up.

“It worked, I hated feeling like that. Maybe I’m selfish, but I want you all to myself.”

She picked her head up capturing his lips with his.

“I know the feeling.”

I Don’t Love You Anymore (pt. 2)

You can find part 1 right here –> I Don’t Love You Anymore Pt. 1

Y/N,

I’m writing this note because I don’t have the balls to say this to your face. The reason I’ve been acting like a douche these past few weeks is because, well, at first, I thought it was just stress but, for awhile now, I haven’t felt anything with you. Each kiss, touch, laugh and word we shared has felt dead to me. I’m sorry y/n, I really am but I just don’t love you anymore. Please, find it in your heart to forgive me.

Cal.

I read the painful words over and over again, each time praying that this is a sick and twisted drawn out April Fools joke he’s playing on me; maybe Mikey put him up to it. But as the minutes pass, I come to the bitter reality that he meant what he said, he doesn’t love me anymore. Is it really a surprise? I mean, all the signs were there. He stopped our morning and nighty-night cuddles, claimed he was sore from working out so much. No longer gave me his warm and soft pecks before he or I left work, it was always, “I really gotta go” or “Go, y/n your gonna be late.” He completely stopped all intimacy between us, and not just physically but mentally, he didn’t talk anymore, nor did he want to listen. So no, it’s not a surprise but it still hurts like hell. I get out the bed and walk over into the closest grabbing another shirt of his and placing it on his side of the bed as I snuggle up next to it and cry myself to sleep.

                                             

Six Weeks Later

I’m in the grocery store humming along to Tim McGraw’s “Shotgun Rider,” while debating if I want salmon or tilapia for dinner when a familiar and comforting voice behind me says, “You’ve always had a beautiful voice, it’s a shame that you never considered putting it to work.” I turn around and none other than Ashton Irwin is standing there giving me his award winning smile walking towards me. “Oh please,” I say dismissing the thought. “I’m serious, y/n, we could’ve used you in our band,” he admits as he gets closer. “Then you’d actually be five seconds of summer,” I joke as he laughs and his smile warms up my day. Gosh, I forgot how perfect he was. He looks good, his hair is cut nice, muscles seeping through his shirt.  “A picture lasts longer babe,” he smirks while finally coming face to face with me. I chuckle softly at his cockiness, “How have you been, Irwin?” I ask sincerely wanting to know how my best friend’s been the past few weeks with the stress of making an album. “Seems like I should be asking you that same question,” he says back and a seriousness falls upon us as I realize what he means. I clear my throat as a shift to the other foot, a little uncomfortable, “I-I’m good. I’ve been fine.” “Really?” he asks not buying it as he senses my whole attitude change. “Yeah I’ve been just focusing on school and wo–

I’m cut off by a sudden warmth that wraps around me and I realize that warmness is coming from Ash. Me and Ashton have always had a great relationship, sometimes I felt he understood me better than Calum, maybe it’s because he’s older. I could always have deep and intellectual conversations with him, something I could never do with Calum. We always understood each other; there were countless long nights of personal thoughts, feelings and blissful moments being shared over Chinese takeout or bowls of ice cream, especially the last weeks before Calum broke up with me.

One Week Before Breakup

“Ash, if I ask you a question, will you be completely honest with me?” I ask as I take a bite of my sesame chicken. “Of course, y/n, you know that. What’s up?” he asks and takes a long swig of his beer. I poke at my chicken, still wondering if I’m a bad girlfriend for even considering this thought, I mean I should trust my boyfriend right? I eat another piece of chicken as I take the beer out his hands and finish it making that my 4th one that night. “Okay, y/n, you only drink this much when we’re celebrating, which we’re not or if somethings really bothering you,” he says pausing the TV. I continue poking at my chicken and Ashton pulls the food off my lap and sets it on the bed side table as he makes me face him. “Y/n, talk to me, love,” he says softly as he lifts my chin forcing me to look in his eyes. “Do you–Is Calum seeing someone else?” I blurt out as tears begin to fill my eyes. The thought of Calum cheating didn’t seem real until I actually said it. “What?!” Ashton gasps, “Why would you think that?”

“Well, we’re growing really distant, ya know? He doesn’t  want to cuddle anymore, doesn’t want kiss or touch me, it takes so much for me just to get him to tell me how his day went, which is only a grumbled out, “fine.” And all that has got me thinking that maybe, there’s someone else,” I admit to him. I can see Ashton getting upset at hearing the way his best friend has been treating me. “I’ll talk him,” is all he says before he reaches his phone. “No! Ash, please don’t. Its only gonna create more problems between us, just stay out if it,” I desperately say as I snatch his phone out his hand. “Well, I’m not gonna let him treat you like shit and let him think its okay,” he snaps back at me reaching for his phone. “Ashton, you can’t talk to him about this!” I scream as I hop off his bed, “Why not Y/N?! What’s the big deal?” he asks. “Tell me Ashton, how would you feel if your girlfriend went talking to Luke, for instance, about problems she’s having with you?” I ask him. “I’d be pissed,” he says immediately. “Exactly,” I say back, “He can’t know I’ve been telling you these things. Especially now, he’s so irritable. Our relationship is at a fragile point and any sort of pressure will crash it,” I admit as I flop back on his bed. His face softens as he whispers, “Sorry, love I know–”

“Is it me?” I interrupt,  “Am I not pretty enough? Is it because I’m always talking about school and the future? Does that scare him? Am I too boring because I’d prefer to stay in than go out and party? Does he not want me?” I ask as the tears fill my eyes again and they freely fall down my face. “Hey, y/n listen to me,” Ashton says softly, “You are a beautiful woman. You are so intelligent, funny and talented. I mean what normal person, double majors in sociology and philosophy while minoring in Spanish and working two jobs, you’re frickin’ superwoman,” he exclaims making me laugh. “And oh my goodness, that gorgeous smile. Y/n you literally walk in a room and it lights up, you make everything brighter. And you know what else?” he asks wiping away the tears from my face. “You have the most beautiful soul. You have a such a great heart y/n, you’re so selfless, my goodness, I love you.” My eyes widen as I feel that he didn’t mean love as in best friends but love as in lovers. We stay like that for a while just staring into each other’s eyes and as each moment passes I realize which love he meant and I realize that maybe I too feel that way. Not once had Calum ever expressed his love for me in the words my best friend just had. “Ash, I-” “Shhh,” he says softly as he brings his hands to the sides of my face. “Ashton, we can’t,” I say bringing my hands to wrap around his “I know. But I can’t stop wondering how different it would all be if I’d seen you first,” he says. “Me too,” I admit. The moment is interrupted when the sound of footsteps snaps us from each other’s trance. We immediately sit on our respective sides of the bed and return to eating our food while watching FRIENDS as Mikey bursts in the room yelling, “I’m bored!”

Currently

We never got a chance to talk about that night seeing as I blamed our confessions of love on too much beer. We always get super mushy with another after a few beers, a reason why Calum never wanted me to drink alone with Ash. Then the next week Calum broke up with me via, sloppy written note and I’ve ignored and avoided all connections to him, including Ashton. However, my best friend who still loves me, is holding me and I finally relax in to him and for the first time in a while, I feel comfort, cared for, loved even, simply through his touch. He tightens his grip on me as I wrap my arms around his torso drinking in his scent and embracing the memories that I shared with him. Ashton has always been the only who could completely comfort me, its almost as if he peers into my soul, finds out what’s hurting and says the right things to heal me. I don’t know how long its been as we stand there enjoying one another presence, I mean I haven’t talked to him in six weeks, despite his constant tries. I sigh as a warming tingly feeling comes over me and I begin to grip on him tighter, almost craving him, which freaks me out as I realize that my best friend, who is also my ex-boyfriend’s best friend is making me feel weird things as I pull away. “I umm, I should go,” I say as I get ready to push my cart. “Y/n, wait,” he says as he softly grabs my arm, “Can we go grab a coffee?” he asks desperately with pleading eyes. “I don’t know about that Ash,” I say despite my mind saying yes. “Y/n, come on, it’s been six weeks. I miss my best friend,” he says. “You still have Mikey, Luke and uhm, Calum” I say looking down. “Yeah, but there’s someone special still missing,” he says as he lifts my chin up to look at him. “Ashton! What’s taking you so…bloody…long…” a voice that I never thought, nor wanted to hear again says. I watch with big eyes as the guy who tore my heart apart comes in to view. “H-hi y/n,” he says.


A/N: Hey beautifuls! I know I promised it would be posted Friday but it’s 11:39pm on the west coast :p and I live in the midwest so, I use both time zones interchangeably  /.\ Anyways, this is part 2, what do yall think? Its okay to message/ask me I promise I don’t bite…hard (was that too corny/played out?) Forreal tho, talk to me! 😊

I Don’t Love You Anymore Pt. 3