cancelled planes


i was supposed to get on a plane to india this morning for four days to see my extended relatives. i have been dreading it and avoiding it for years because it usually entails me sitting around by myself without actual personal space while everyone ignores me most of the day and then finally decides they have time for me at the end and tries to figure out why i’m not feeling super up to talking about what i’m doing with my life. in blazing heat, no less. 

i didn’t get on the plane, and then i debated getting on another plane to dublin or a train to glasgow because i want to run away from myself and maybe make how i feel inside come out even slightly on the outside, and maybe if i ran away i could do that, but instead of being on a plane or train to anywhere, least of all an obligation, i have a free saturday night, and i feel antsy about it. it’s weird to actually have free time - if only because i cancelled on something. the plane has gone, and i can’t get it back, so the decision is made now.

i want to be proud of myself but i don’t quite know how. story of my life, i guess?

i stood up for myself. i don’t feel great about it, but the sudden growth of a spine makes sense in a lot of ways. i’ve definitely grown into a person for whom it doesn’t make sense to do things on obligation, unless it leads to an overarching goal, and flying eight hours to sit alone in a room with a/c and be bored and uncomfortable and imprisoned doesn’t make sense to me. boredom doesn’t suit me at all, and neither does the inability to come and go.

i decided that it might make me a bad person not to visit my grandparents, but i don’t actually care. it’s strange to think of something that’s always been a relatively unrewarding experience and an obligation, and just shrug and not actually do it because i don’t actually have to. it’s good to realise a priority and act upon it rather than faking my way through it, especially since i’ve never been good at not being myself and i think everyone picked up on that when i was four years old. the whole thing is confusing, because i care a lot about being a good person - i’m scared that it might make me a bad person, but in this case, circumstance has led me to a breaking point where i don’t care that much if this makes me a bad person. 

maybe i’ll sleep for the entire day (just kidding).

Un-Thinkable (Roman Reigns x Reader)

Context: Reader and Roman have a secret and it’s beginning to rip a hole in their hearts. Will they ever act on it?

**A/N: ** This is the trilogy to “Mercy”. The song for this is “Un-Thinkable (I’m Ready)” by Alicia Keys. This should be the final part of the entire miniseries. I hope y’all like it.

**S/B: ** I know I said Valentine’s Day but the suspense of releasing this last part was killing me.

Read Part 1: Mercy  Read Part 2: This Woman’s Work

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“Moment of honesty

Someones gotta take the lead tonight

Who’s it gonna be?

I’m gonna sit right here

And tell you all that comes to me

If you have something to say

You should say it right now….”

     8:06 a.m., 8:07 a.m., 8:08 a.m. The time kept ticking as Roman laid up on his couch in the early hours of the morning. He was ready to leave for New York over an hour earlier but Seth had told him to wait. The banging on the door startled him up from the slumber, he began to drift off to.

      “I’m comin’. Hang on.” He got up, fighting between being awake and being asleep. Seth made his way inside with Dean following slowly behind him, pulling out a chair at the dining room table.

       “What’s the delay?” Roman asked. “I had to reschedule the flight heading to New York to ten.”

       Seth stared at Dean, who quietly shifted in his seat. “Tell him, Dean.”

       “I shouldn’t. I already told you too much.”

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sophiabooks0  asked:

Como puedo saber si le intereso a un Libra?

1. Lo deja todo y se va contigo. Libra es un signo muy sociable. No suelen faltarle sitios a donde ir ni personas con quienes pasar el rato. Es significativo que cancele sus planes para estar a tu lado.

Toma nota de los eventos que deja pasar. ¿Deja de asistir a una fiesta por ayudarte con la mudanza? El gesto habla por sí solo.

2. Se deshace en cumplidos y atenciones. Contigo es un encanto. Te regala continuamente los ojos y los oídos. Y lo mismo hace cuando tú no estás. A los terceros que encuentra los satura hablándoles maravillas de tu persona.

3. Quiere conocerte a fondo. A Libra le interesa mucho más que tu anatomía.

4. Te involucra en sus intereses. Generosamente, Libra te abre las puertas de su vida. Te presenta a sus amistades (que son muchas). Te invita a conocer de cerca sus actividades preferidas. Y, naturalmente, espera que tú también le hagas partícipe de las tuyas.

5. Te habla de lo que siente. Si Libra te quiere en exclusiva, te lo dirá. Puede que le lleve un tiempo decidirse. Pero una vez que tiene claro que eres tú el dueño o la dueña de sus amores, no tiene miedo de hacértelo saber.


hey guys

my first attempt at pure fluff? it’s not the best thing ever but i hope you like it

also kinda christmassy so :)

(btw hello if you received this as your secret santa gift! hope you like it :D)

“Your flight’s canceled due to heavy snow,” Baz says. “I’m sorry.”

The guy sighs. “Well, shit.” He looks around Baz’s age, mid twenties, and he’s got a mess of curly, golden locks and bright blue eyes. He’s completely covered in snow, dusted all over with melting flakes of it.

“You have a place to stay, right?” Baz asks.

The guy bites his lip. “…No.”

Baz raises an eyebrow.

“I’m a plane hopper.”

“I’m sorry,” Baz says apologetically.

“Do you know if there are any places that still have rooms open?” The guy asks hopefully.

“I’m afraid not,” Baz replies. “It’s Christmas Eve. All the hotels are booked solid.”

“That’s what I thought,” the guy says resignedly. He sighs again, and his eyes are sad.

“Do you want to say over at my place?” Baz blurts out. Fuck me! Why did I say that?

The guy’s eyes light up almost immediately. “You’d really let me? That would be awesome!”

Baz smiles. “Yeah, sure. As long as you don’t mind coming with me to visit my family. I’m coming home for Christmas.”

“Thank you so much!” The guy grins widely. “You’re the best.”

It was only when they were in the car when they thought to ask for each others’ names.

Snow sets his stuff (it’s only one small suitcase) down. “Thanks again for doing this, by the way. I really appreciate it,” he says for the ten millionth time.

“No problem,” Baz says for the ten millionth time.

Snow is standing around. Baz doesn’t know what to say. It’s awkward. Fuck.

From Basilton’s texts:

Baz: Mum is it okay if I bring someone over tomorrow? He was stuck since his plane was canceled so I offered him a place to stay.

Mum: Of course! The more the merrier. We never have enough guests over. Your sisters will love it.

Mum: Is he cute?


Mum: What? I’m not an idiot, you know. You never let anyone stay over. You’ve never brought anyone home before.

Mum: So is he cute?


“What are you doing?”

“It’s Christmas Eve. Let’s have some fun.”

“Christ, you’re such a lightweight, Snow,” Baz giggles. “How do you get drunk after half a cup of Sangria?”

“How the hell are ya not throwing up everywhere?” Snow slurs back. “Yuv had like ten milyun shots!”

“High tolerance. And parties. Lots of them.”

“Wow, you’re such a paaaaaaarty boy,” he says sarcastically.

Baz grins drunkenly and tugs at the mass of curls on Snow’s head. “You’re hair is cute,” he says.

“Like – like shit it is.”

“You’re actually pretty cute, Snow.”

“Oh really? Ya swing tha’ way?”

“I’m about as straight as a fucking curly fry, Snow.”

“S’that why ya let me stay over? Cause ya think I’m cute?”

“It might be. Anyway, what about you? Are you straight?”

“Eh… Depends. But yer pretty cute too.”

They giggled and laughed and teased each other until they fell asleep.

Fuck, my head…”

Baz sits up blearily and rubs his temples. What happened? Why am I on the couch?

Snow groans and covers his head with a couch cushion. “Fuck me.”

Baz staggers off the couch and drags himself to the medicine drawer. “You want some Advil?”

“Yes, please.”

Bella and Mari swarm around the new guest almost immediately, jumping and tugging at his hand. They’re a lot bigger now. Even Nora is big enough to toddle around by herself. Mordelia runs up to take a look at the stranger, too. She raises an eyebrow at Baz, but he ignores it.

“Hi! Who are you?” Mari asks.

“Now girls, be polite,” Baz’s mother scolds gently.

“I’m Simon,” Snow laughs.

“Hi Simon!” Bella squeaks. “I’m Bella.”

“I’m Mari!” Mari adds.

“Mordelia,” Mordelia smiles.

“Ooh! Ooh!” Mari bounces. “Let’s have a snowball fight!”

Baz wasn’t going to be a part of the snowball fight.

But when Snow nailed him in the back, it was on.

Mordelia dutifully played with Mari and Bella by herself while Baz and Simon were going after each other, tossing the snowballs softly enough so that they wouldn’t hurt too much. She’d pass Baz every now and then, though.

“Nice to see you’ve finally brought someone home,” she whispers the first time. “He’s cute.”

“He just needed a place to stay,” Baz says the second time.

“Ha. I’m fourteen, Basilton. I’m not an idiot,” she says the third time.

They collapse next to each other, both breathless and covered in snow. It had started snowing in the middle of the fight, and the flakes dusted Snow’s hair.

Haha. Snow in the snow.

Snow’s laughing, his warm breath dispersing in the cold air.

Fuck. He is cute.

He turns to Baz now, his face flushed from the cold. “Hey. What’s your number?”

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Yesterday, details emerged about the chaotic roll-out and postponement of Fyre Festival, a luxury festival that was scheduled to take place in the Bahamas this weekend. The campsite seemed to be half-finished, bands cancelled, and planes were reportedly grounded because the island was at capacity. An apology was issued from festival co-creator Ja Rule, and co-organizer Billy McFarland promised that a make-up festival will happen next year. Apparently, the events surrounding Fyre Festival sound a lot like a film that Seth Rogen and the Lonely Island are working on.

“This seems like a good time to mention the movie we are making with @thelonelyisland about a music festival that goes HORRIBLY WRONG,” Rogen tweeted. The Lonely Island replied, “For real, thinking about suing #FyreFestival for stealing our idea.” Pitchfork has reached out to representatives for Rogen, Andy Samberg, Jorma Taccone, and Akiva Schaffer for comment.

This seems like a good time to mention the movie we are making with @thelonelyisland about a music festival that goes HORRIBLY WRONG.

— Seth Rogen (@Sethrogen)

April 28, 2017

For real, thinking about suing #FyreFestival for stealing our idea.

— The Lonely Island (@thelonelyisland)

April 28, 2017

Home for Christmas (Newt Scamander X Reader)

Requested: No

Word Count: 1 437

A/N: Happy Holidays!


“There has to be another way…” you say, rubbing your temples with frustration. You gaze down at the fireplace that smelled of burned wood and ashes. Amongst the flames you saw the face of the love of your life; the one and only Newt Scamander. “I want to spend our first Christmas together with you!”

“(Y/N), I want you to be here as much as a Niffler wants to get its paws on gold, but we have spent Christmases together before.” he says calmly, his face looking distressed even through the flames. Your hand reached out to caress his face when you stop, reminding yourself that you’d get burned.

“But not as a couple, this was supposed to be special. Why did I decide to come to New York without you in the first place?” you had left England a week ago, wanting to visit Tina and Queenie once before the holidays and you learned a lot about their traditions during your stay. Newt on the other hand, stayed at the house you shared, catching up on his studies. You had tried to convince him to come with you but he had made his final decision, but maybe it had been for the best, considering what happened in New York the last time he came.
However, today was the day you were scheduled to go back home but there had been a terrible blizzard the night before, blocking the roads and any sort of transportation.

“None of us knew that this massive snow storm was coming. We never even imagined that it would be so bad that they would cancelled all flights and ships in the area, both here and there.”

“I could Apparate there! It has been done before, it technically isn’t impossible-” you start but you slowly trail off when Newt gives you an extremely alarmed look.

“Absolutely not! It’s too great of a distance! Sure it’s been done before but there aren’t any situations which don’t involve wizards severed from their body parts!” he states, his voice raising slightly.


“I’d rather wait a year to see you again than see you being rushed to a hospital! And if that doesn’t kill you, then I will, you shouldn’t be doing dangerous things like that! I forbid you to do that or even consider it again!”

You sigh, pouting. It was true, there were no instances where a wizard would arrive at their destination in one piece but it was worth a shot, you’d try anything to be next to Newt again. But clearly this wasn’t even an option, Newt being the overprotective boyfriend and all. Then again, you’d probably feel the same way if it was him.

“Alright, I understand your concerns.” you say and his tense face started to relax. “Have any other ideas? Maybe I could fly there-”

“(Y/N), all the planes are cancelled.”

“On a broom?”

He gives you another look, raising his eyebrows. A look that was usually aimed towards the Niffler.

“No. That’s dangerous, you won’t even be able to see where you are going, much less survive the cold.”

“So that probably crosses out flying there as an owl…” you laugh nervously, your ideas were just getting worse by the second.

“Just because you’re now a registered Animagus, doesn’t mean you should be flying in that form to the other side of the world!”

“I’m pretty fast…”

“No (Y/N), I’m not risking it.” he sighs, and he forced a smile on his face. “You’re so reckless, you’re going to give me a heart attack if you keep up these insane ideas. I love you and I don’t want you to risk yourself for me.”

“I would risk myself for you, for us.”

“As I would for you, which is why I’m preventing you from doing dangerous things.”

“Pfft, coming from you, you hurt yourself all the time.” you whine playfully.

“And I know the pain, it hurts. But nothing hurts more than to see the look on your face when I get hurt, as if I’m transferring all my pain to you. So if you really want to do something for me, for us, don’t hurt yourself.” he looks at you with nothing but love and your heart melts at his words. He cared about you so much.

“Alright, you win. I won’t hurt myself…that much.” you smile and he rolls his eyes slightly, making you giggle.

“That’s all I can ask for.” he says, brushing his hair out of his face, his curls looking luminous through the flames.

“Oh idea!” you say happily, jumping to your feet.

“I’m all ears.”

“Floopowder!” you reply, searching around for the green powder in the Goldstein sisters’ small apartment.

“Hmm, I don’t see why not. Do you have any?”

“No, I don’t think they have any left. And there’s no way I’ll be able to go get any, the roads are covered in snow and the doors are frozen shut or caved in.” you answer, your search ceasing as you slump back down next to the fireplace. “It’s hopeless. I’m sorry Newt, I guess I really won’t be home for Christmas.”

“Well, at least you’ll be safe and warm,” he says, looking disappointed. “I miss you, but we’ll see each other in a matter of days, count on it. I love you.”

“I love you too.” you say, blinking tears out of your eyes.

“Merry Christmas, love.”

And with that his face disappeared from the flames, leaving you feeling more alone than before.
You stand up and shake yourself off. You grab your packed luggage and shrug on your coat. Quickly, you write a note for Tina and Queenie and leave it on the counter so they would see it when they came back.
You take your wand out of your coat pocket and grip it tightly, letting yourself take huge gulps of air.
Your knew you promised Newt that you weren’t going to do it, but you had no choice. You were doing this.
Shutting your eyes, you focus on the inside of Newt’s case, the place you thought of home, not only because it was beautiful but because you knew that Newt would be there.
You take another deep breath, and Apparate.


You hesitantly open your eyes and check to make sure that you had all your limbs. You let out a sigh of relief, realizing that you were perfectly normal.
You analyze your surroundings and you almost jump with joy, you were inside Newt’s case, right in front of his shed. You had made it. You felt extremely accomplished, but also extremely tired, you had just managed to do something that no one had ever done in history.

“The power of love…” you hum to yourself, feeling very giddy.

Leaving your bags where they were, you remove your coat and then slowly open the door to the shed, wanting to surprise Newt. You didn’t care if he’d pounce on you for doing something so dangerous, you just wanted to hug him.

Slowly creeping inside you hear him talking to Pickett at his desk, his head against one hand and holding the little Bowtruckle in the other. Just seeing his figure made your exhaustion slip away.

“Yes, I miss her too Pickett, but it’s for the best. At least I know she’s safe.” he murmurs to the Bowtruckle, sighing gently.

“Well, wait no more, I’m here!” you say, surprising the both of them.

Newt turns and his face lights up with a smile as he jumps out of his chair and literally crashes into you, wrapping you in a hug. The two of you are laughing like idiots as you jump around happily, exchanging overdue hugs and kisses.

“I can’t believe it! Please, tell me I’m not dreaming.” he says, looking at you lovingly.

“You’re not, I’m right here. I told you I would be home for Christmas.” you say happily, snuggling into his warm chest, his familiar scent was comforting.

“Erm, not to break this amazing moment but how did you get here?” he asks, starting to look suspicious.

“Umm, I might or might not have Apparated…”


“But I didn’t!” you say with a childlike grin. He shakes his head, looking bewildered. “Besides, I know you’re happy to see me.”

“What am I going to do with you?”

“You could kiss me.”

“You’re hopeless-” he starts but you rise on to your tiptoes and you press your lips against his, silencing him with a sweet kiss.

“But so am I. And I’m absolutely thrilled that you’re here, in one piece.”

Nate Maloley Smut (REQUESTED) First Time

Request: Hey I love your blog! !! Could you do an imagine with Nate 😍 him and Y/N have been together for like two years and he takes your virginity and then Nate brags to his friends about it and she wants to break up but he apologies. (They’re in high school)


“Yes?” Nate answers. “Hey babe, I’m sorry for waking you, Um can you come over?” I ask over the phone. He sighs before talking.

“Y/n it’s 2 in the morning what’s wrong?” He asks. “I can’t sleep, have a lot on my mind I guess.” I say. “Did your parents come back home yet?” He asks.
“No they’re plane got cancelled so they won’t be back until next week, I guess they decided just to stay in Seattle I don’t know why.” I answer.

“Okay, I’ll be there soon babe, I love you.” He says. “I love you more.” I say before hanging up. I get up and go into my bathroom to check my appearance. I wash my face and brush my teeth before pulling up my blinds so that the only light in my room is the moonlight. I lay back down and log into Twitter to pass time waiting on Nate.

Minutes later I hear my window being pulled open startling me. “Nate Fuck! You can’t do that you scared me.” I say placing my hand over my heart. He steps into my room while laughing.

“You know I wouldn’t let anyone hurt my baby.” He smiles. He takes off his hoodie leaving him in his plain black tshirt and pulls me into him and hugs me.

“Hey lil mama, you alright?” He says while rubbing my back. “Yeah, just stressed you know.” I say into his chest. I break the hug and lay down on the bed, him following after me. I lay my head on his chest and he wraps his arms around me.
“I’m excited and scared at the same time for graduation Nate.” I admit.

“Why are you scared?” He asks. “Because” I say sitting up. “Because I don’t like thought of being in the real world, for almost 19 years of my life my parents have been taking care of me and I’m scared of being in the world and not being able to provide for myself. After next week we have to be adults.” I say.

“So you’re scared of becoming an adult?” He says sitting up so that his back is on the headboard.

“I mean I’m not necessarily scared of like becoming adult. Don’t get me wrong, it’ll be fun being able to do what you want but I’m just worried that one day I’ll fall and I’m never be able to pick myself back up with no one to help me.” I sigh looking down at my hands. He lifts up my chin and kisses my lips.

“Everything will be fine. You know I’ll always be here for you babe, we’ve been rocking it for two years now Soon we’ll have our own apartment, then house and then maybe kids some day. I promise everything will be fine.” He smiles.

“Okay I believe you.” I smile back. We lay back down and cuddle together while watching that 70s show. I look up at Nate and I just feel a wave of happiness run through me.

He’s so perfect with his perfect jawline structure, his dimples that show when he smile, his beautiful eyes I can stare into all day. The moonlight ejecting into the room makes him look even more gorgeous than ever.

I find my self kissing his collar bone and straddling his waist. He kisses me back and grabs my waist. Our kiss is passionate with a hint of lust in it.

We haven’t had sex yet because we planned to have sex at the right time also I’m a Virgin, but right now I need him. I begin tugging his shirt and he breaks the kiss to lift it over his head and kisses me again.

This time I break the kiss and I hesitantly pull my shirt over my head. Nate watches me while his chest rises up and down and a fast rate. I grab his hand and I place it on my back where my bra connects together. He unclasps it and slowly pulls it off my chest. Nate has never seen my boobs before so I felt a little uneasy.

“Y/n you’re fucking beautiful, omg.” He groans. He sits up again with his back against the headboard and places kisses all over my neck. “How far are we taking this?” He asks.

“All the way” I answer. He stops kissing me and looks me in the eyes. “You mean.. I can take it?” He asks. I nod yes and breathe in deeply.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you feeling like you have to babe, I want you feeling comfortable.” He says caressing my cheek. “I trust you” I say to him.

He starts kissing my neck again and his right hand is massaging my left boob. “Well tell me to stop if it gets too much and we’ll try another time.” He says. He wraps my legs around his torso and lays me down so my back is against the bed.

He leaves wet kisses from my collar bone to the hem of my shorts which he pulls down. Then he gets up and lays next to me pepping himself up on his side with his head in his left hand. Before I could ask what’s wrong, he takes his right hand and slides it in the front of my underwear. His middle finger begins rubbing my clit and a temporarily slow rate to a very fast rate.

“Natee oh my god.” I breathe. He continues this motion for at least two minutes before he goes down and pulls off my underwear. He looks up and down at my body and his mouth drops open. He groans.

“How did I get so fucking lucky” he says. He pries my legs open and dips his head in between them. His tongue flickers against my clit really fast causing my legs to trembling.

My moans come out uncontrollably.
“You taste so good baby.” He praises. He sticks a finger inside of me and curls it at the same rate as his tongue.
“Say my name.” He says.
“Naaattee.” I moan.
“How good does it feel?” He asks.

“It feels so good baby.” I breathe. Minutes later Before I could reach my high he stops. I didn’t complain because I knew he wanted to save my first orgasm from him while he’s fucking me. He unbuttons his jeans and slides them off his legs throwing them in the pile of our clothes. I sit up and I nervously Palm him through his shorts. He smiles down at me and gives me an eye brow raise.

I bite my lips and take his length out of his boxers. I knew his dick was big, I knew it. He lays back on his forearms as I pull his boxers down. “Tell me what to do.” I say without thinking.

“Grab and pump.” He says. I wrap my fingers around his length and start pumping slowly. “That’s it.” He moans. I put his tip in my mouth and I circles around it with my tongue.

“Ooo baby that feels good.” He moans. “Just wrap your mouth around me and pump the rest of what you can’t get.” He breathes out. I rotate my tongue around his head as I go up and down on him. I look up at his and his eyebrows are furrowed with mouth creating a perfect o shape. “Fuck.” He grunts.

Minutes later he pulls out of my mouth. “I didn’t want to cum yet or cum in your mouth.” He smiles.

“Damn that was so good.” He praises while planting kisses on my neck. “Are you sure you wanna do this lil mama?” He asks while lightly pushing me back down on the bed hovering over me. I nod. He gets up and he grabs his pants looking in the pockets. “Fuck” he curses under his breath.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. “I don’t have any condoms.” He sighs while running his fingers through his hair.
“I think my sister might have some.” I say getting up. “Is your sister here?” He asks.

“No she’s with her boyfriend doing god knows what, not that she would mind if you were here anyways she and her boyfriend do this all the time.” I answer.
I walk out my run and hurry to her room and look in her beanie that’s hidden in her bra drawer and pull out a condom.

I walk back and I hand him the condom. “Lay down.” He says. I climb onto the bed and lay down on my back. He hovers over me and slides the latex over his length. He slowly slides himself in me and thrusts softly. I wince at the pain which causes him to stop. “You gotta get use to it.” He says. “Just go all the way.” I say.

He nods and slides all the way in me. The pain is unbearable and it feels like I got the wind knocked out of me.
“You’re so tight.” He grunts. His mouth drop and he closes his eyes shut.

“It hurts.” I whine. “I know baby, give it a few you won’t feel it.” He says. He continues sliding in and out of me at a slow rate. Soon the pain decreases and I’m ready for him to go faster. My legs wrap around him and I tell him to go faster.

He quickens his pace and the pain is mixed in with pleasure. “You’re so fucking tight oh my god.” He moans.
After a while all I felt was pleasure.
“Nate fuck yes.” I moan. “Faster.” I breathe.

He hides his face into the crook of my neck and starts thrusting even faster. The sound of skin slapping together and our moans fill the room.

“Yes Nate don’t stop.” I moan. My legs squeeze his torso tighter as I’m getting close to my orgasm.
“Baby I’m gonna cum.” He pants. He lifts his face and places his forehead on mine. Our breaths hitting each others face as we exhale.

“Y/n.” He groans. His thrusts become sloppy and I feel a warm liquid shoot inside the condom. Seconds later I come after him. “Nate yes oh fuck!” I cry. We both ride out our high until we can’t take enough. He pulls out of me and disposes the condom into my waste bin.

He grabs my towel that’s hanging over my chair and wipes himself off with it. He hands me his tshirt and crawls back into bed with me. I put on his shirt before laying my head on his chest like before.

“That was amazing Y/n, I’m glad you gave me the honor of taking something so precious.” He says. He kisses the top of my head and I’m too tired to reply.
“I have to go back home soon, we have school in the morning.” He says while shifting to get up. Before he can move I grab him. “No, at least stay until I fall asleep please?” I say.

He smiles and nods. “Anything for you lil mama.” He says. Soon I drift into a deep sleep.
When I woke up, Nate was gone.

I check the time on my phone and of course I’m late. 10:45 the clock reads. I get up and do my morning routine before heading out to my car to go to school.

I park in the student parking lot and head to the office to get a tardy pass. As I’m walking down the hallway I see Sammy. “Hey Sammy.” I smile at him. “Hey Y/n wait up I want to talk to you about something.” He says jogging over to me.

“Yeah what’s up?” I ask. “So I was talking to Nate this morning, you were really a virgin?” He asks. I stop dead in my tracks. “Wait what?"I ask. Maybe I misheard him.

"I would’ve never thought you were a virgin I mean you’re so pretty and you guys have been dating so long I would’ve assumed he smashed by now.” He smiles while nudging me with his elbow. My breathing increases.

“What are you talking about?” I question him. “Nate said you guys had sex last night and that he took your virginity.” He says. I look up at him with sad eyes.
“I’m sorry did I say something?” He says looking concerned.
“Sam what the hell.” I breathe out.

“What?” He asks. “That’s something special to me I can’t believe he told you.” I say, tears threatening to fall.
“Y/n… He didn’t just tell me.” He says.
I breathe out slowly trying to calm my self down. All I can hear is my heart pounding in my ear. “Who else did he tell.” I ask.

“He told all of us. Me, John, Kenny, Dillon, the jacks, Jack G told Madison, Madison told Emily, Aaron, Derek and I can’t remember who else.” He says while counting his fingers. “Are you fucking kidding me.” I say under my breath as I push past Sam to go find Nate but before I do the bell rings.

“Y/n what the fuck is wrong?” He says pulling me back towards him.
“Sam losing my virginity is something precious to me and he knows that.I can’t believe he would just tell you guys like its nothing.” I say. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to approach you like that and hurt you.” He apologies.

“No it’s not your fault, I’m glad you told me and not someone else. I can’t fucking believe this.” I say placing my hand over my forehead. “I know, I’m sorry he did that to you Y/n.” He says while wrapping his arms around me.

“I know where he and Swazz are going for lunch I’ll take you there if you wanna talk to him.” He says. I nod and follow him out to his car in the parking lot. He unlocks the car and opens the door for me and he gets in the drivers seat. The drive is super quiet and awkward like we’ve never talked to each other a day in our lives.

I break the silence. “What all did Nate tell you guys?” I ask.

“He told us how good it felt, the blood on the sheets and the freckles around your.. You know. That’s all I can remember.” He says.
After that I keep my mouth shut. I can’t take anymore daggers to my heart.

Soon we arrive to a woodsy area and I see the boys in the bed of one of the guys truck parked by a tree. I get out the car and shut the door behind me and approach the truck with Sammy. As soon as I get out the car, the smell of weed immediately hits my nostrils making them flare.

Nate throws his head back from laughing so hard and puts the blunt between his lips. His eyes meet mine and he passes the blunt to Swazz, jumping out of the truck.

“Hey baby I haven’t seen you all day!” He exclaims while hugging me tightly. My arms don’t even wrap around him like they use to.

He pulls back still holding me.
“Are you okay?” He asks with a concerned face. He looks up at Sammy and the expression on Nates face is blank.

I look at Sam and he gives me a sympathetic smile before walking over to the guys. “Why did Sammy bring you here?” He asks. “Nate we need to talk.” I say sternly.

We walk away from the boys so they can’t hear our conversation.

“Y/n please tell me what the fucks going on.” I says. “Nate. Did you tell people that you took my virginity?” I ask. He shuts his eyes and inhales deeply. He takes his face in his hands and rubs his forehead with his fingers. “Answer me” I demand. His hands drop to his side before he speaks.

“Y/n I’m sorry but, I did.” He says. My head drops and my tears fall. “What the fuck Nate!” I raise my voice.
“Why, why would you do that?” I say tugging my hair in anger.

“I was so happy that I finally had all of you that it just slipped out when they asked me how you and I were doing babe.” He says. “It just slipped? Or did you brag about it.” I ask.

“Both?” He says. I groan.
“Baby I was gonna tell you.” He says taking a step towards me. “No don’t come near me I honestly don’t believe you. Sam was the one to tell me and it was the first thing that was said to me when I came into school how do you think that made me feel?” I cry. I’m basically balling my eyes out right now.

“I’m sorry Y/n.” He says, his voice getting thicker. “Save that sorry shit if you were you wouldn’t have done it. That’s so fucking low even for you Nate.” I say.
I turn and face away from him for a minute before speaking again.

“Nate You really hurt me this time.” I say.
I turn around and face him again.
“I think we should take some time away from each other. Maybe a day or two I really can’t even look at you right now.” I say. “Baby please don’t be like that.” He pleads.

“Be like what?! You told them every detail, the blood on the sheets, the freckle on my vag I mean that’s the least I know. I’ll see you later.” I say walking away from him leaving him by himself.
I call out Sam and he drives me back to my car at the school.

“Thanks for telling me and taking Sam.” I smile while unbuckling my belt.
“It’s nothing and hey I really didn’t mean to come at you like that this morning I should’ve told you in a more.. Mature way you know.” He says. I nod. We sit in silence for a few and laugh together at the awkwardness. “Yeah well I’ll see you later Sammy.” I say opening the door.

“Wait.” Sam says grabbing me back.
“Y/n, I know you’re upset with Nate but I think you should still come to our kick back.” He says. “How’d you know I was planing on not going.” I ask. “Y/n it’s our last hang out before were official adults you know.” He smiles.

I sigh. “I’ll think about it.” I say. “Okay.” He smiles. I give him and hug and instantly he hugs back. We pull apart and he kisses my cheek, almost hesitantly. “I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me.” He laughs uncomfortably.

“It’s fine.” I say and I kiss his cheek back before leaving his car and getting into mine.

I decided to go back home since I didn’t want to even see Nate today. As soon as I got home I plopped down on my couch and soon drifted off to a deep sleep. When I woke up My doorbell was ringing.

“Y/n baby please open up.” I hear.


“Bro just give her some space you’re just gonna make it worse.” I hear another voice.


This cannot go well.

"Hey, don't raise your voice at me!" (Harry Styles Imagine)

A/N: This was a request. Sorry for taking so long to post. I got kinda carried away and wrote too much, so i turned it into a full imagine, kinda. But I hope you’ll like it! xx 

Inspiration came from this prompt list. 


You and Harry decided to go out on your weekly night out. You always liked to try new restaurants and such, so this was a typical occurrence in your relationship. However, today had been a difficult day for you. Rumors had spread that Harry was cheating on you, and even though you normally wouldn’t believe what the media said, this time you had some suspicion. 

You read the newspaper this morning and decided to brush it off. During lunch time, you found Harry speaking on the phone with someone you didn’t know. From the bits of the conversation you could hear, it sounded like he was talking to a girl. After he hung up, he discarded his phone on the coffee table and went to take a shower. You completely trust Harry 100%, but your suspicion and a little bit of jealousy got the best of you. 

You grabbed his phone and looked through it. You found that indeed he was talking to someone under the name of Emma, and that he had been messaging her as well. This absolutely crushed you. As you read through the messages, you felt your heart drop to your stomach and tears started to pool in your eyes. Could the rumors be true? Was he cheating on you? 

Harry emerges from the bathroom and before he reaches the living room, you quickly drop his phone and wipe away the tears. He mutters something to you but you choose to ignore it and act as if you didn’t hear it. You walk past him and quickly get in the shower before he can say anything else. 

Now here you are, on the way to your dinner date but you’d rather be anywhere than in his car right now. You almost cancelled but you chose to go anyway to prolong the inevitable fight that would occur if you began to talk about it. 

The car ride was awkward at most, Harry tried to entertain you by asking questions but you would answer is short, snappy remarks that did not go unnoticed. After many failed attempts at getting you to talk, Harry gives up, raises the volume of the radio and you two sat in silence for the rest of the way. 

At the restaurant, the tension began to grow as you wouldn’t even look at him. All you could think about were those text messages you found on his phone, and the article from the newspaper. It all came back to your mind and you couldn’t ignore it much longer. 

“Babe, what are you having for dinner?” Harry speaks up, looking at you for an answer.

“Dunno” was all you could manage, without raising your eyes from the menu. 

“Okay, Y/N, what’s wrong?” Harry reaches over and pulls down the menu from your hands so you could look at him. But you focus on your hands, your fingers fiddling nervously. 

“Everything’s fine.” You fake a smile and turn back to the menu. 

“No, clearly that’s not true. Please tell me, did I do something?” He frowns.

You sigh and let everything slip out at once. The newspaper, the call, the phone messages, your suspicion. Before you could finish, Harry shakes his head and disbelief. 

“You went through my phone?!” He speaks loud, a few heads turning towards you. You don’t need this attention. Not here. 

“Harry, lower your voice. People are listening.” 

“I don’t care if they listen!!” He’s nearly yelling now. 

“Hey, don’t raise your voice at me!” 

“I can’t believe this. First, you read a rumor about me and actually believe it?” He lowers his voice but his tone is still hostile. “And then you go through my phone to prove what? That the rumor was true?!” 

“That’s it, we’re leaving. I don’t want to argue with you here.” You start to get up and walk towards the exit. Harry follows behind, apologizing to the waiter for leaving so abruptly. You walk directly to the car, and wait until you’re inside to continue the conversation. 

“Harry,” you take a deep breath. “I didn’t belief the rumor, I know better than that. I just got suspicious when you were talking to a girl on the phone—and you looked, I don’t know, you had this look in your face and I just couldn’t help but connect the two and think the worst.” You sound apologetic but Harry’s not reacting. 

“I just don’t know why, I can’t belief you would think–please just–help me understand.” He brings his index finger and his thumb to the top of his nose and shakes his head. He pauses and turns his face to you. “Tell me, Y/N, when did you stop trusting me?” 

“No! Don’t turn this on me!” You start to lose patience, “You’re the one having shady conversations with some girl named Emma, and you’re not even addressing the real issue here.” 

“Let’s go home.” He’s exasperated. But still doesn’t explain who this Emma is and why he was talking to her.

Once you arrived at Harry’s home, he heads straight to his room, and you await in the living room. He appears to be looking for something from the sounds that come from his room. But you don’t even bother taking off your jacket or putting down your purse. You weren’t even sure if you were going to stay for the night. 

A few minutes later, Harry emerges from the room with a little white box with a black ribbon on it. He pulls an envelope from underneath and almost shoves both things to you. You scoff at his aggressiveness as he sits down on the couch. You narrow your eyes at him and then start to open the box. The box contains a beautiful vintage rose gem on a silver chain necklace with a crescent moon surrounding the pink stone. The envelope reads a “Happy Anniversary” on the front with Harry’s handwriting. When you open it, it has two plane tickets to The Maldives. 

“I was saving that for our one year anniversary.” Harry begins. “It was meant to be a surprise. The girl, Emma, is a jewelry designer. She helped me design and create the necklace. And the trip I bought a couple weeks ago when I overheard you talking to your mom about how much you wanted to go there. Susprise’s ruined now, innit?” 

You stood there, speechless and feeling so stupid. Stupid for believing that silly rumor, stupid for going through his phone, and for treating him so shitty that night. 

“Harry, I’m so–” He cuts you off before you could finish. 

“Y/N, I would never, ever cheat on you. I wouldn’t–the thought of hurting you makes my heart break and the fact that you believed the rumor–I just, I don’t know what to think.” 

“Harry, I am so sorry–” Tears spill down your eyes as you set the gifts on the coffee table in front of the couch. You go over to where he is and sit next to him. He continues to look down, fiddling with his fingers and you take one of his hands in yours and lift his face toward you. 

“I shouldn’t have acted the way I did–I just, the thought of you talking or even seeing someone else made so jealous and stupid. I should have talked to you. I’m so sorry.” Your tears won’t stop coming down, and you see his eyes get watery too. 

Harry looks away from you, not saying anything which worried you so much. What was he thinking? 


“I think it’d be best if I slept on the couch tonight.” He states as he gets up from the couch to head towards the bathroom, dropping your hands in the process. At least he didn’t ask me to leave, you thought wondering that you still had a chance to make things better. 

“Okay.” You agreed. 

This was going to be a restless night for you. The bed felt awfully cold without Harry’s warm and soft embrace. You turned and turned to find a comfortable position but you couldn’t. It was already half past three in the morning and you gave up on any hope of falling asleep. You get up from the bed to grab a quick glass of water. 

You walk behind the couch and caught a glimpse of Harry laying still on the couch. At least one of us is sleeping, you thought and continued on to the kitchen. 

“Y/N,” You hear Harry’s raspy voice. “Come ‘ere.” You discard the cup you already had in your hand and walk over to him. 

“Can’t sleep?” You ask him as you lean over the couch. He shakes his head and looks at you through puffy eyes, are the swollen because he can’t sleep or because he was crying? “Yeah, bed’s kinda empty.” You half smile and breathe out a sharp breath. 

He almost chuckles, as he raises his arm to open a space under the blankets on the couch for you. “Come, let’s cuddle.” You don’t hesitate and quickly join him. He wraps the blanket around the both of you and you hide your face in the crook of his neck, feeling overwhelmed and emotional for even fighting with him in the first place. 

“Harry, I’m so sorry–” Your voice breaks but you try to continue, “I hate fighting with you.” You feel the tears coming back again and Harry pulls you closer to him as his arms tighten around you. 

“Shhh–it’s okay, babe.” He coos kissing the top of your head and softly rubbing your shoulder. “I’m sorry, I raised my voice at you.” 

“I was being stupid…” You shake your head. 

“No, I get it. If I found you were talking to some guy, I think I would have acted the same way or worse.” He chuckles. “But Y/N, please if you ever read anything about me, just tell me. I don’t like it when you ignore it and pretend everything is ok.” 

“I will–it was so silly looking back at it now. I never want to argue with you over something like that ever.” 

“Me too, baby. Unless it’s a minor disagreement, like saying beetroot is the best vegetable out there.” He grins as you lift your head.

“Hey! They’re very nutritional.” You retort back, laughing and feeling glad that he’s joking with you again. 

“And I guess I’ll have to cancel the plane tickets too.” You raise your head in disbelief and he full-on laughs at your reaction. “I’m just kidding! I can’t wait to travel with you.” You smile and sigh in relief, nudging his shoulder for scaring you like that. 

You rest your head back on his chest and ask him, “Hey Harry…Are we okay?” 

“Yeah, babe. I promise, we’re okay.” 


You heard him sigh heavily, your head turning to the sound of him. You watched as he ran his hand through his hair, his body hunched over with his forearms placed on the counter top by the kitchen sink. The hem of his white button-up shirt had risen, showing his tanned hipbones and the top of his black jeans. The waistband of his boxers on view. 

“All I’m saying, Harry, is that you spend so much time over there. It’s like I’m your second choice all the time. They always come first. Or should I say she always comes first” You stated, pressing a palm to your forehead. “I miss you, Harry…” You whispered, as you heard his boots squeak on the tiled floor beneath you, his fist hitting at the counter. 

“I need some time to myself, sometimes. I go on tour for months on end, I do work for months on end, and I see you everyday I’m off. Sometimes, I just need a break from everything” He hissed, as you could feel your heart splitting in two. “LA is a second home to me. I love it over there. Jeff and Glenne love having me over there, and it’s a place where I can just relax without being questioned” He sighed, as he walked to the fridge, wrapping his hand around the handle and pulling it open. The cool air hitting at his skin.

“So, you don’t like seeing me everyday? Is that what you’re saying? You’re getting bored of me, and want someone new? Because I can seriously make that happen” You suggested, taking a step towards him. You feet cold against the floor. “You like it so much over there, go. Go be with Nadine and with all your other friends. Leave your band mates behind, leave your mum behind, your sister, and me. We spend so many months without you anyway” You hissed, as you heard the fridge door slam shut. Your eyes widening as he took long strides towards you. 

“What did you say?”

You gulped heavily. Your eyes casting to the floor, and your head hanging down. “Nothing. I’m sorry” You mumbled, as you felt his present above you. His boots coming into your view. “Harry, I’m sorry…”

“No… You think I’d put you second? You think I’d put my mum, my sister and the boys second? Because you know that isn’t true. You fucking know that, (Y/N)” He muttered, loudly and full of slight anger. “How could you even say that, huh? I have friends other than the ones here in London. I have friends I would like to visit, and spend time with. But that doesn’t mean I put you second” He added, his voice getting louder and his accent becoming deeper as he continued. “How dare you even say that! You are so selfish sometimes. You go away to Spain, and France with your friends… But when it comes to me going away, I’m not allowed to because you want me here with you. And just you..”

You could feel yourself getting more upset by the minute, and with every word you heard him say, it did make you want to go and run from him. Run from everything he was saying, and try to forget what his words felt like. 

“You’re calling me selfish, Harry? You are calling me selfish? How about this…” You stated, looking up into his dark green eyes. Anger filling the orbs you loved when filled with happiness and lust. “You go on tour, leave me behind for months. When you come back, I always look forward to having you with me for just a day or two, just to catch up and have a nice day in our house. But, when you come back, you leave me within a day of arriving home, and I feel I never see you anymore!” You shouted, pushing at his shoulders. His body nudging back, and his face staring intently at you.

“I never see you? I offer for you come out, but you always say no. That is why we never see one another. I can’t just drop the concerts and come back when you want to see me, (Y/N). It doesn’t work like that. Either you come with me, and come out to see me, or you stay home and miss me, crying over how I’m never here. It’s my job to travel around and perform in countries outside of London” He growled, his feet walking towards you and backing you into the wall. 

“Sometimes, I don’t ever see the reason as to why we’re together. You never make time to see me, and when there is time to see me and spend time with me, you’re off to LA, again. And I never see you. I don’t even know who you are right now, Harry” You whispered, your voice cracking as you looked up to his gaze. “You aren’t the Harry I fell in love with 3 years ago” You added, your voice hushed and quiet. As if you didn’t want him to hear you.

“Then why are you still here, huh?”

* * 

You expected Eleanor when the front door to the house opened, but instead you were greeted with Louis. A big, bold and smiling Louis, who wouldn’t let anything bad come his way. He had his pyjamas on, and you could only figure you woke him up from a well needed sleep. His hair was messed and his eyes were dewy, with sleep still hidden behind his eyelids.

“I’m sorry, Louis… Is Eleanor home at all? I really need to speak to her..” You wavered, your voice wobbling and your bottom lip trembling. Your teeth clamped to the skin. “I just… I presumed she would be home..”

“You literally just missed her, love. She woke me up, and told me she was meeting with her mum for lunch” Louis stated, with his accent full of sleep. “You’re welcome to come in, if you want. I can make you some tea, and I’m pretty sure Eleanor has your favourite biscuits stacked up in the cupboard.. You look like you need some cheering up” Louis smiled, as he held an arm up, gesturing for you to hug him.

You gladly accepted the offer, your arms wrapping around his neck tightly as you softly sobbed into his shoulder. Your tears soaking at his white shirt. You could feel him backing from the door, his other arm pushing it shut, as the slam made you slightly jump. 

“What’s happened, love? Where’s Harry?” He wondered, as you shook your head against his shoulder.

“Just don’t even go there, Louis” You cried, as he pressed a friendly kiss to your temple. His nose nuzzling into your hair. “We had a fight, and I just felt like I had to leave. He’s going to LA again, Louis. And he’s leaving me behind, like he always does. I feel like I never see him anymore” You whispered, as you loosened your grip around his neck, your arms falling limply around his waist. “He likes her, doesn’t he?”

Louis looked confused. He’d never seen you so upset before, and he already wanted to bash some sense into Harry. “I can assure you, my love, that he is head over heels for you. Okay? Everytime we’re in the tour bus, he’s constantly chatting about you, and telling us all about you and he tells us some funny stories about the two of you… I’ve got not idea where you’re saying he likes Nadine… Because I can assure you, he loves you so much, (Y/N)” He whispered, his warm breath hitting your ear.

“Then why does he always go to LA when you guys are off tour? Why does he never want to spend time with me, and his family? It really hurts, Louis. I feel like I don’t know who he is anymore” You whispered, as you felt Louis peel himself from your grip. His hands resting on your shoulders.

“He loves you, love. He really does. And I am so sorry I can’t help you, because I never know why he loves going out there so much. You just need to have some space from him, yeah?” He smiled, as you nodded lightly. Your eyes casting to the carpeted floor. “Now, how about I go and make us some tea, and we can watch TV or whatever, and wait till Eleanor comes home. And I’ll try and get Niall to talk some sense into Harry, yeah?”

You could only nod in response, not trusting your own voice as you could feel another lump in your throat. 

“It’s okay to cry, my love. It’s totally okay. Eleanor would be like this if I kept spending my time away from here..” Louis smiled, as he walked into the kitchen with you hot on his tail. “He just needs to understand how you’re feeling. Have you tried having a sit down with him? Just to tell him how you feel?”

You shook your head, hopping onto a bar stool in the kitchen as you watched your best friend waltz around the kitchen grabbing the tea ingredients. You just wanted Harry to be with you. You just wanted your old Harry back.

* * 

By the time Eleanor had arrived home, you had fallen asleep on the sofa. With an old blanket of Louis’ covering you up. Your head was deep in a pillow, your hair splayed behind you, as soft breaths escaped your lips. She’d seen the tears, and she’d seen the tissues spread on the coffee table. She’d heard the story, and all she wanted to do now was give Harry a smack. 

“Before you try going over there, he’s on his way here. She thinks he’s gone to LA, so hopefully they work this out. He told me he cancelled his plane booking as soon as she walked out. Looks like he finally got some sense” Louis stated, as he handed Eleanor a mug of cold water. “She was so heartbroken, god. She was crying so much. I’ve never seen her so upset” Louis added, as Eleanor turned her head, looking to the sofa on which you were sleeping. 

“He’s an idiot if he lets her get away. He needs to hold her tightly, and never let her go. Because she is so bloody fragile, and she has a tender heart” Eleanor whispered, as she watched you stir and turn over, rolling onto your back. “She always gets so upset when he leaves. She phones me up, and we go out to try and get her mind away from it” She sighed, as she felt Louis’ hand on his hip. 

“I can see where she’s coming from though. He never spends time with her anymore. It’s like he comes home, and the next day he’s off in another country, without her. She must seem him what? Like 20 times a year..” Louis sighed, as he took a swig from his mug of tea. The warm liquid running down his throat.

As Eleanor was about to speak, the doorbell rang, ringing through the house as the person rung from outside. Louis’ feet carried him to the door, his hand pulling it open, to reveal a tired, and upset looking Harry.

“Please tell me she’s okay, Louis?” He whispered, as Louis looked over his shoulder. Harry’s gaze following. “I mucked up, didn’t I? I never knew she felt the way she did. She hates me, Louis. She doesn’t know why we’re together anymore!” Harry cried, as Louis opened the door further, letting the sad and broken man into the house.

“Go and tell her, Harry. I’m not your girlfriend, am I?” Louis joked, as he nudged Harry’s shoulder lightly. His knee nudged the front door as he pushed it shut, carefully. In a soft movement, in hopes of not waking you. “She was really upset, Harry. Like proper upset” Louis added, as he stood behind Harry, patting him lightly on the back.

“I know… I feel awful” He whispered, as he looked intently at you. His heart breaking at the thought of his own words upsetting you.

“Harry Styles… You are such a lucky twat she loves you so much. Otherwise, you would be dead to her, and to me. And I’d make sure everyone knew what a terrible person you are” Eleanor hissed, as she swatted a hard hit at Harry’s arm. “She loves you, and you neglected her. Do you know how fragile she is, Harry?” She growled angrily, yet lowly so she didn’t wake you.

“Look, I know I’m an idiot, okay? Heck, I wouldn’t be surprised if she never wanted to see me again. I understand, okay?” He whispered, as he watched you stir again. He walked slowly to the side of the sofa, dropping to his knees as he watched your eyes crack open. Your eyelids squinting lightly as you adjusted to the bright light. “Hi, my love” He smiled, as he cupped one of your cheeks in his palm. His thumb running under your eye and over your cheekbone.

“Harry… You’re here?” You wondered, as you looked into his eyes. His broken, bloodshot and tired eyes. “I thought you were going to LA tonight?” 

“I was… But you’re so much more important to me. You are my girlfriend, and I shouldn’t neglect you like I did. I love you, so much” He whispered, his voice cracking as his head resting on your stomach. His nose nuzzling deep into the t-shirt covering your upper body. “I love you so much, and I’m an idiot. For everything I did, I feel awful. You are such a special person, and I’m so lucky to have you” He whispered, your chest aching as you felt his tears soak you t-shirt. “LA isn’t as important to me, as you are. You are my top priority, love. And I shouldn’t let anything upset you. I promised myself and to you that I would never hurt you, and I broke that promise” He stated, as he lifted his head. “But I promise from here on, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe, happy and secure..”

“Harry… Stop” You muttered, raking your fingers through his hair. “I love you. Okay? And I shouldn’t stop you from going out and doing your own thing. You’re your own person, and I’m not your mother or ruler. You can do what you want. I was out of line. It’s part of your job to be away from me for so long, and I should accept that” You whispered, as he rested a palm on your stomach.

“I love you, baby. I love you so much. And you’re so special, and I’m never letting you go again. No way” He whispered, as he leant his head forward. Ducking it down, and pressing a warm kiss to your lips.

“I love you too, Harry… So much”


In Addition To The Obvious Reasons You’re With Your Significant Other;  Below Are 18 Signs You’re With the Man You Should Marry

1. He always brags about you. If you get a promotion at work or even just win concert tickets he can’t resist telling everyone you hang out with before you even think to mention it. Because he’s your biggest fan (arguably next to your mom).

2. He makes sacrifices for you — and you’re happy to do the same for him. He’ll move cities to live with you if you get a new job or finish grad school. You’re happy to make the next move for one of his opportunities.

3. He shares the same values as you. You know you both want kids and expect to split the childcare equally. Or maybe you know you both want kids and he wants to take extended paternity leave. Maybe you’ve also agreed that you should each get 45 minutes to yourself to go to the gym every day or you plan to buy a home and move to the suburbs in five years. You know you’re on the same page with things that matter most to you because you’ve discussed them.

4. Even after years together he still does little chivalrous things for you. Like open doors for you or carry you to your doorstep when your feet hurt after wearing high heels all day and you just can’t bear to walk one more block.

5. He doesn’t try to change you. He knows you’re messier than him, that you always need a pet cat, and can’t cook to save your life, and all of that is all right by him.

6. When you think about marrying him, the best part isn’t the wedding, it’s the idea of spending your lives together. The wedding is fun, but you really can’t wait for the two weeks right after when you’ll get uninterrupted honeymoon time.

7. You survived a long-distance relationship. It was hard and scary, but you love each other so much that you were able to make the necessary sacrifices to make it through with a singular goal in mind: living in the same place and being together when it was all over.

8. ”I miss you” isn’t just a sweet thing you say. It’s a reality. Even if it hasn’t been that long (like, two hours) since you saw each other.

9. You don’t like having a roommate and love having your own space, but you’d still prefer to live with him. You look forward to the end of the day, not because you’ll be done with work but because you’ll get to see him again.

10. He’s your go-to person whenever you have a story to share, about work, about friends, about anything. You used to tell your parents and friends about all these things, but now you don’t call them quite as much as you used to. They don’t mind because they see how happy you are.

11. You feel comfortable planning things six months — or a year — in the future. You’re not worried you’ll have to cancel plane tickets or say you won’t be needing a plus-one after all. You feel that confident in your relationship.

12. You can cry in front of him without feeling embarrassed. He knows when to worry and when you’re just caught up in a scene of a movie.

13. When your friends complain about their significant others or the guys they’ve gone out with, you get kind of quiet because you don’t have much to contribute. You don’t want to brag, but you just don’t have to deal with any of that nonsense because your significant other is great to you.

14. He’s close with your family, and he’s made sure you’ve gotten to know his. He’ll call your dad or your grandma without any hesitation. It just makes sense that you’d go to his nephew’s birthday party, even if he’s not there.

15. He cares about your friends. If one of them is having a bad day, he suggests you go spend time with her or invite her to join the two of you for dinner. If he hasn’t heard someone’s name in a while, he asks how she’s doing.

16. He lets you vent. Sometimes when something frustrates you, you just need to go over it again and again. He doesn’t get annoyed at this, and he dismisses your apologies. The only thing that bothers him about the situation is that you’re upset and he wishes you weren’t.

17. He tells you, out of the blue, that you look hot. And it’s on the day you didn’t dry your hair or put on makeup or even change out of your T-shirt and sweatpants.

18. You can do things like travel together without fighting all the time. We’ve all seen (or been) that tragic couple fighting over where to get lunch at the airport so badly that one of them devolves into tears and puts her shades on indoors and lies across three seats in the terminal. You can do tedious things with your S.O. without all this fighting. 

credit: Amy Odell & Lori Fradkin / Cosmopolitan
photo: courtesy of Samuel Lippke & Allan Zepeda for Samuel Lippke Studios / wedding dress: customed designed Givenchy by Riccardo Tisci

Across the Pond //Closed rp- The-Rebel-You-Know


Throwing her backpack on her sofa she placed a passport in her back pocket for now and slung her shoulder bag over her shoulder. Kayla had been planning a trip out to England for the last couple weeks to go see her brother. It had been a long time since she had gotten to see him.
With her contract ripped up and no longer working 24/7 she could finally get out, she hadn’t even told Crowley that she was going away from a couple weeks, she had been to excited to actually tell him.
Anyways he had been doing Hell stuff and getting his demons in line, literally.
Kayla had been helping him and bringing him some human for him to get his high off of. Then he said that he had some work with some demons so she left him be and left him to his work.
That was when she decide to go see her brother.
Pulling out her cellphone she dialed up Crowley, listening to the dial tone. Now was a good time to tell him that she was leaving for a couple weeks. Crowley probably wouldn’t be happy with it, but its not like he had any say anymore, hell maybe he would want to come alone, and if that was so, Kayla could cancel the plane trip and just have Crowley teleport them there or whatever.

Hearing!Verse: Thanksgiving

Hearing!VerseHearing // Fumbling // Defying // Enchanting // Kissing// Tutoring //Confessing // Integrating // Singing // Vocalizing


Anonymous asked you:

 Kurt officially meeting Blaine’s friends, or eather of them meeting the others family for the first time :) ps. I love your writing!!

thisloveisours-xo asked you:

 Can I request a prompt for the hearing!verse? I would love to see something with Blaine and his parents.

Anonymous asked you:

 Hearing!verse prompt: meeting the parents. Both Kurt and Blaine. :) ****

Kurt’s not exactly sure how they’ve managed to be in a relationship for over seven months without him formally meeting Blaine’s parents. He’s met Mrs. Anderson once, over the summer when he’d picked Blaine up for a concert, but they’d been running late and hadn’t had time for more than a quick hello. He’s seen her over Skype whenever he shows up early for their standing Friday night date and Blaine’s still in the middle of a phone call home. He knows that Mrs. Anderson is a gorgeous signer and envies how fluid she is. She looks like a natural, unlike himself, whose hands still get caught awkwardly around the more complicated signs.

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BIGBANG and iKON Members Will Stay Back in Studio for Album Work During Lunar New Year

What team will release a new album first in YG: the big brothers BIGBANG or little brothers iKON?

According to a spokesperson of YG Entertainment, the members of BIGBANG and iKON are giving up their holidays in order to work on their albums. Yang Hyun Suk, who had been planning to have a vacation in America with his family during Lunar New Year, decided to cancel plane tickets, hotel rooms, and all plans for vacation to help the singers work on their albums.

As Lunar New Year holiday is one of the most important holidays in Korea, many Koreans take a long break in the week of to rest up. However, BIGBANG and iKON members decided to give up their holidays in order to finish the album work.

The spokesperson revealed, “Until they finish up their albums, they won’t take a break.” Because of this, many staff members of YG, including producers and the choreography team, are to work during Lunar New Year holidays.

As revealed earlier, BIGBANG is to come back sometime in April. Meanwhile, iKON’s debut is most likely to happen sometime in spring.

Credit: Soompi

anonymous asked:

ur so self centred about that photo of you with ashton like get over it he takes hundreds of photos like that with fans

Let me tell you a thing or two.

In January, I nearly lost my job and let my depression develop due to the stress of my job. A week later, I was rushed to hospital on kidney failure and if it had been left another 12 hours, I would have died. A week after that, my ex split up with me, telling me that I would never do better than what I had because of how I look. A week after that, I had to cancel my plane ticket to visit one of my best friends in America because it wasn’t safe for me to fly and we’d been planning this trip for months. Do you know how upset I was? Bear in mind that whilst all this is happening I’m still battling to wake up every day and carry on even though plenty of times I considered just taking the easiest option that I could see. 

Even my birthday, although I was with friends, I was in a lot of pain, the gig I was planning to go to got cancelled and I had multiple panic attacks resulting in more agony for my back and kidneys. A few days after my birthday, I travelled up to Scotland to visit one of the only people who’d stood by me and despite being in a lot of pain, I was happy because I was with someone who genuinely cared when I was upset, who made me laugh without even trying, who made me feel good about myself. Two bands mainly brought us together, one of them being 5sos. I went with her on the bus because she was seeing them and I stuck around after the crowds had gone in because I wanted to have a chance at meeting the guys, all or maybe one of them I didn’t care. 

And when I met Ashton, you don’t understand how happy he made me. He told me that I looked cute. He hugged me and his hand stayed around my waist and I told him that he’d been a ray of sunshine in my shitty year and the smile on his face just said everything. I asked for the photo but I didn’t expect him to kiss my cheek. Do you understand how stunned I was? I was in shock and before he turned to the other fans he pulled me back in for another hug and said that he’d always love me. 

Now this year has just been getting shittier. When I went to see one of my favourite bands, people were so nasty and refused to let the security get to me till some guys lifted me up and I missed the whole set pretty much because I was struggling to stay calm. My ex humiliated me publicly, in front of his new girlfriend and reduced me to tears. My own family give me shit for choices that I make and I have to live with that. But in those few moments with Ashton, he made me feel like there was nothing wrong because I was so happy. 

So I’m sorry if I sound self centred, but that photo and memory is what I hold onto when I’m sad. That photo reminds me that I’ve got hope, that there are people who would miss me if I killed myself. That photo reminds me to keep going on another day, even when I don’t want to.

I don’t care if he gets photos like that with other fans, that means it’s their reason to stick around because it’s a happy memory, it makes them smile and reminds them that maybe it’s worth it to stay alive for another day. 

Call me self centred because


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This is the alleged last OT12 photo of EXO together.

So I got wind of a rumor that Kris is leaving EXO this morning. I thought it was just another rumor, until SME had to retract their statement (Kris leaving is a baseless rumor) after the court stated they have received the complaint.



Here’s the gist of this whole scandal:

  • Nobody (aside from Kris + Kris’ friends + SME) knows why Kris filed a contract nullification/termination. 
  • The k-netizens are calling Kris’ move as an act of betrayal
  • SME had a sudden (fuckin’ huuuuge) market drop after the scandal broke

  • Kris cancelled his plane ticket on May 15th going back to Korea
  • Every EXO member who follows Kris (lay, tao, chanyeol, luhan) in weibo & instagram unfollowed him except for Baekhyun in IG (please do update me if Baek decides to unfollow him now)
  • Sehun posted a photo in IG of a question mark image (leading to speculations that members do not know what is happening & that they were told by SME to cut off communications with Kris in any manner without explaining why)
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  • Sehun and Kris do not follow each other in instagram and yet, here’s the thing:
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  • Chanyeol posted the maze logo of EXO’s overdose with caption “encouraging the good, punishing the evil" (fans are stating this is a tactic similar to SME’s deeds when other talents tried to leave -making fellow members unfollow/unfriend the one leaving, posting vague but negative statements/pictures/status towards the alleged leaving member)
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  • An SME staff posted this:
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  • Kris friend weibo update which translates, "Your efforts, your experience, no one knows better than me! I got your back bro!”
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  • Kang Junho posted in ig an image of a red EXO stamp (please enlighten me who Kang Junho is? he seems relevant seeing as to my fellow spazz mates are talking about him regarding Kris too)
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  • Super Junior Sungmin’s brother Sungjin weibo update asking kris to come back (I have not confirmed the authenticity of this post)
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But then some unreliable sources state that: Kris is not filing a contract termination like Hanggeng’s case, but a lawsuit similar to Taeyeon’s 2011 case (meaning, maybe Kris won’t leave EXO). But then, other people say, SNSD’s Taeyeon 2011 lawsuit never happened -can a SONE please give light to an EXO fan like me here, I am so confused.

Apart from the reactions of above people, Kris also had posted some good words to his weibo (which I have not confirmed if legitimate)

And as a fan and a Kris bias, I thought shit, no more taoris!? and no more OT12 or OT6!?

But no matter the result, once things are settled, I do hope that Kris will still appear in showbiz -do acting, singing, modeling, or whatever… I just want to see him rise above the occasion because I will surely support Kris, as well as EXO (though I’m not gonna lie, it won’t be the same. I’ll probably feel untrustworthy over the word WE ARE ONE if Kris leaves and EXO still use that phrase).