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Kids Are Getting Older Quicker. And Disney Tries to Adapt. -

“BURBANK, Calif. — Grandma is mad. Her grown daughter, Bex, who got pregnant as a teenager, just blazed back into town and let a big secret slip. Grandma had raised 13-year-old Andi to believe that Bex was her older sister. Well, the truth is a tad more complicated.

Meanwhile, Andi’s school life is only a little less fraught. A boy is coming to terms with his sexuality. And Andi has her own budding love life to consider.

The latest from MTV?

Hang on to your mouse ears: Disney Channel — land of safe, sweet sitcoms — is exploring this charged terrain with “Andi Mack,” a comedic drama aimed at children 6 to 14 and their parents. While it is just one show, it represents a startling new direction for the squeaky-clean network, whose ratings are decaying as children, reaching puberty earlier and raised on the oh-so-cool Netflix, gravitate to live-action programming with more edge and authenticity.”

This is on DISNEY CHANNEL. Teenage pregnancy AND a gay character. Why is no one talking about this?

Back Down

For the lovely @thing-you-do-with-that-thing who bullied me into writing a fic for this gif set.

John x reader

Words: about 4700

Warnings: age difference, smut, unprotected sex (stay safe irl), cursing, anger, slightly angsty.

Beta’d and encouraged by the lovely @for-the-love-of-dean who helped me smut when I thought I could smut no more. Love ya!

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You groaned in frustration, cursing the snoring hunter passed out on the couch under your breath. It was like the sound bounced off the walls in the tiny motel room, cocooning you, forcing its way through the channels of your ears and pierced your very brain. Why couldn’t he fall asleep on his side for once. Looking over at where Sam and Dean were sleeping head to toe on the other twin bed, backs to each other, you had to wonder how they could sleep through it. But then again this had been their childhood, to them it was probably just white noise. Sure your dad would snore after a night of binge drinking when he came back from a hunt, but you could always sneak into the living room and turn the old man lying on the couch over on his side. You stared blankly up at the ceiling, fighting the urge to walk over there and shrug John awake. However, deep down you knew you would never dare. John was not the kind of man whose sleep you disturbed.

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// Antoine Griezmann therapy //

(Here’s to all my followers suffering from pain after France’s loss.)

Antoine spent a lot of time pondering during matches. Most of the time he would think about what kind of shot he should go for, or if at the brink of defeat, he wondered if it was even worth running around with a pair of burning lungs from fatigue and trying to kick the ball with his last remnants energy. Other time he thought about you, mainly about what mood you’d be in after the match and what sort of adorable statement you would make that would  make his heart coo out of endearment.

This time he thought about what sort of adjective you’d use to describe him instead of the usual noun hero you’d say. He liked that word. It made him feel a little like superman, something he was always discourage of being because of his frail figure during his childhood. Hero would definitely not be used again, not only did France lose the Euro cup but he couldn’t even make one goal for the team and especially you. Perhaps his luck ran out after that successful match with Germany.

But he wanted to hear that noun hero one more time before accepting his failure.

Antoine felt completely drained out of his own mind that even the simple equation of 2 + 2 made his brain ache a little. The game had lasted incredibly long with Portugal’s stubborn defense, and he felt so much regret that he had ran around for over 100 minutes all to gain nothing but shame for his own home country. He could have hit something out of anger, and should probably be bawling his eyes out but he was simply too jaded to even try to lift his wrists.

His heart thumped a little to see you, half from excitement and half from fear about what you would say to him. Antoine definitely did not and would not stand to see you cry; but that’s exactly what he was met with. You couldn’t help it, just the sheer sadness and exhaustion Antoine was suffering from pained you just to think about. After watching him work so hard and endure in training, this defeat was something he definitely did not deserved. In fact, nobody deserved this sort of failure but that was competition.

“No,” he said, “Don’t cry, please.” a little more softly this time. He walked towards you faster so he could just hold you into his arms. Like how he always did on a Friday night, after you finished watching a sad chick flick. Antoine gently pulled your crying figure onto his chest that probably reeked of sweat, and held you sweetly. You should definitely not be the one crying, instead it should be him spilling the tears. He hated seeing you cry, it tore every part of  his body apart more than any football injury could possibly do.

“Antoine,” you cried, tightly holding onto the back of his wet jersey shirt. “You’re still my hero.” It sort of came out like UYGSBDASHDAISHDIA, complete gibberish but Antoine could have recognized that noun escaping your lips from anywhere because it had a completely different concept to it when you said it. He smiled, despite knowing he had lost something so significant to his own home country. He loved that simple thought of being so important in your life, despite knowing he didn’t even deserve the title of hero anywhere today.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t make anything for you.” he sighed, gently stroking the back of your hair as an act of comfort. Just this simple embrace inside corner of the hallway was enough for him to feel better. He shut his eyes, trying to forget about his aching muscles to find peace of the situation. You wanted to reply but you just couldn’t. You didn’t even know it was possible to be this sad. All you could do was listen to the sound of Antoine’s steady heartbeat channeling through your ears and enjoy this overwhelming sense of nostalgia.

“It’s okay, you played and fought so well, and I’m so proud of you.” But if only Antoine could see it the way you saw it. His heart ached a little more at the memory of the fact that he lost. Lost. He Lost. There was just something so goddamn bitter about such a simple, four lettered word. Antoine feared nothing more than losing.

“Hey,” he whispered, kissing your forehead and leaving the imprints of his lips for an incredibly long time before pulling away, “I love you.” That was the only coherent thing going on in his fuzzy brain so he offered it to you in the most genuine and sincere way he could because that was one thing and only thing he was definitely sure of; he was madly and deeply in love with you.

(sorry for the shit quality but i love him too much not to write this.)

So I was thinking

That Greg and Steven still have their human zoo outfits and, maybe Peridot could manage to hack a communication channel using the earrings.

Maybe she achieve to communicate with the Famethyst (since the voice that the humans hear is, maybe, from a office that only gems have access)

And then the Famethyst helps Steven nor sends helps to CG’s por idk, something like that.

Silly theory i know

Our special guest on Ear Biscuits this week is… Grace Helbig! Again!!

Our very first “Ear Biscuits” guest and leading female YouTube personality, Grace Helbig, is back at the round table of dim lighting one year later to talk with Rhett & Link about the long list of events, accomplishments, awards, and milestones that the past year has brought her including cutting ties with My Damn Channel and starting her own independent YouTube channel, starring in the feature film “Camp Takota,” launching a #1 podcast “Not too Deep,” and preparing for the release of her book, “Grace’s Guide: The Art of Pretending to Be a Grown-up” later this month.

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(check out her first Ear Biscuit here)

“What is going on here.” T’Challa had just walked into Tony’s Malibu mansion after his lover had picked him up from the airport. It had been three weeks since he and his lover had been able to spend time together in person. He had a four day weekend that he planned to spend with his beloved but he was a bit thrown off when he walked into the living space to see their pet panther, sitting, on the couch, watch - “is she watching the food network?”

“Yup,” Tony looked at him with a goofy smile, “It’s Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives. That’s her favorite, he second favorite being Cupcake Wars.” Said Panther continued to lounge on the couch, completely caught up in ‘her show,’ tail swishing lazily behind her. She wasn’t full size yet but she still took up a good portion of the sectional couch.

“How long has this been going on?”

“Hmm, I would say a week or so. We were hanging out in the living room one day and I was flipping through channels, when I get to this channel ears perked up and she put her paw on my hand to stop me from changing the channel. We ended up binge watching a whole season before something else came on.” T’Challa wasn’t sure how to take the fact that their panther was in love with the food network but seeing the blessing as it was, he quickly turned to the other man and scooped him up into a bridal carry.

“Well, she does seem content to watch her program, let’s make use of the time we have. I have not taken pleasure in your body for quite some time.” 

Tony blushed high up on his cheek bones, “Lead the way my King.” 

anonymous asked:

I want to be hit right in the feels so the reader and leafy getting back together after a long break up

Thank you for the request!! Aaaa I really liked doing this one, though it took me ages lmao. Enjoy! :)

You missed him.
With this realisation came a sharp pain and all thee recent nights spent alone came back to you at once.
You remembered how he used to hold you until you were asleep, how he used to make you feel so warm and so safe no matter how bad you were feeling.
You had typed his number into your phone and your finger hovered over the call button until you realised what you were doing and you froze, tears beginning to form in your eyes. You were meant to be over him, you were meant to have moved on.
You sat alone in your room in the middle of the night, knowing that you had never gotten over his absence in your life and you wondered why you ever let him go. What had happened? You couldn’t even remember; but you knew it was a mistake.
Tears dripped down your face and you felt so alone. All you wanted was for Calvin to hold you again and tell you everything was going to be alright - but he wasn’t here.
A sudden thought turned the blood in your veins to ice and you inhaled sharply as you understood the possibility that he had found someone new and he was holding them right now instead of you.
You immediately went to Twitter and looked through his recent tweets, scouring for any hint of someone new in his life.
‘Should I just DM him?’ You thought to yourself, then, ‘But what would I say?’
It had been a few months since you had broken up, so it wasn’t a massive amount of time but it had felt like years to you. You and Calvin still talked on the phone occasionally, but you hadn’t heard from him in the past week which was unusual.
‘Fuck.’ You facepalmed after typing at least 6 different greetings into the text box and then deleting every single one.

‘Are you okay?’
Your screen lit up with a message and you stared at it, the familiar photoshopped reptile icon with blunts dangling from its nose making you smile.
Shit. What do you do now?

'Yeah, are you? Not heard from you in a while.’
You subtly shifted the attention from yourself to him and you pictured his confused face - the way his nose crinkled and his brown eyes narrowed and you missed him even more.

'My Twitter was hacked, couldn’t get into it at all. I should’ve called.’

'It’s cool, I just-’ ….. Miss you? You didn’t know what to say so you just sat there in silent despair until your screen lit up once more with a message from Calvin.

'Wanna go for coffee or something tomorrow? It’s been ages since I’ve seen you.’
You blinked at the screen in disbelief, your heart leaping in absolute joy.
You deleted the half-written message you didn’t send and replaced it with one of confirmation - you would meet at the coffee shop where you always used to go, just down the road.

The wind blew in your face as you walked to the cafe, and you tried desperately to control your wild hair.
'Fucking hell.’ You muttered as you pushed the door to the little place, a wall of warm air hitting you as you entered. You sat at the back of the room with a cup of hot chocolate, waiting for Calvin to appear.
As you sat there you noticed an attractive guy around your age who sat in the other corner, diagonally across from your table, who wouldn’t stop staring at you.
You nervously fiddled with your hot chocolate, taking the lid off and blowing on it to cool it down while you tried not to look back at the stranger.
You eventually spotted Calvin’s chaotic hair flying around in a frenzy and you had to stifle a laugh as you pulled your phone out and pretended to be occupied as he came in.
'Hey.’ He said, slightly out of breath as he plopped down in the chair across from you.
'Hey.’ You smiled, putting your phone down as you wrapped your fingers around your mug.
'This is weird.’ You thought to yourself as you talked to him as if nothing had ever happened. It was as if the past few months had had no effect on the way you could talk to each other and how you could completely be yourself around him. This didn’t help at all in the way of getting over him, and as you watched his hands move as he spoke and his eyes met yours with the sincerity they always held, you knew there would be no way you were ever going to get over him.
He laughed, the beautiful sound filling the room as he flashed his teeth with the adorable little gap in them and you couldn’t help but laugh too, because that’s what he did; he made you so happy, whether he meant to or not.
'We’re closing up soon, guys.’ The waitress said, smiling at you as she took your empty mugs and then replaced them with one mug of hot chocolate, this one brimming with whipped cream and with mini marshmallows sitting atop the peaks of white.
You looked up at her, confused. 'Um, I didn’t order a-’
'From the man over in the corner.’ She said, smiling as she looked over at the attractive stranger that you had noticed earlier.
Your cheeks turned a light shade of pink as you looked down, breaking eye contact with the man.
You glanced at Calvin, whose face was expressionless.
'Um.. Could you tell him thank you very much, but I’m, uh, full?’ You stammered, feeling your cheeks burning.
'Of course.’ The waitress said, taking the mug back over to the man.
'Come on, they’re closing.’ Calvin said, his voice monotone as he stood up and shrugged his jacket on, taking yours from the back of your seat as he held it open for you to slip into.
'Thanks.’ You said as you grabbed your phone and bid goodbye and thank you to the waitress, avoiding eye contact with the man.
Calvin was already out the door and walking rather quickly, the wind stronger than ever. You had to shout to be heard.
'What’s up?’ You asked.
'Nothing.’ He said back, his tone remaining flat.
'Calvin.’ You said, dragging out the last syllable.
'What?’ He almost snapped then caught himself, his body language returning to something resembling normality.
'Are you jealous?’ You teased him, grinning, having to jog to keep up.
Your smile quickly disappeared when he offered no reply and instead, his expression soured further.
'Come to mine for a bit.’ You yelled over the wind, grabbing his arm as you steered him towards your place.

Once inside he took his jacket off and and sat down on the sofa, patting the place next to him, inviting you to sit too.
You did, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, facing him. You didn’t want to get too close.
'I’m gonna ask again,’ you began, 'and don’t lie to me. What’s up?’
He turned to face you, looking right into your eyes and butterflies began in your stomach. You had to look away before you did something stupid like cry.
'I.. I miss you.’ He said, his tone a new one, one you had only heard a few times before; nervousness, apprehension. 'I miss us.’
You could hear the blood pounding in the channels in your ears and you could feel your heart thumping, ricocheting off your ribcage.
You felt him move closer to you and you felt the need to lean into his arms and have him hold you while you laughed and cried at the same time, because this is all you had wanted for the past few months - him. But the last scrap of reasonable logic that you possessed chimed in, the little voice piping up from the back of your mind.
If you let yourself get involved again, would you be able to handle it if it ended?
You had thought about this for a mere second until you felt his fingers intertwining with yours and your resolve crumbled - you didn’t care.
'I miss us too.’ You said, your voice breaking.
He pulled you to his chest and you held onto him, gripping your hands into his sweater as you buried your face in his neck. His strong arms embraced you and held you close and his breath tickled your ear when he leaned down and said quietly, 'Could we try again?’

December 20, 2015 - Hen Harrier, Northern Harrier, or Marsh Hawk (Circus cyaneus)

Requested by: @derbytup

This widespread hawk species is found in open grasslands of the northern hemisphere. They feed mostly on small mammals and birds, but sometimes attack larger animals such as ducks or rabbits, occasionally drowning their prey. Unlike most hawks, they rely heavily on their hearing to hunt. Their disk-shaped faces channel sound toward their ears, much like owls. Males generally have one or two mates, but have been known to have as many as seven. The males are responsible for providing food to all of their mates and chicks while the females incubate the eggs. Although they are classified as Least Concern through most of their range, some smaller populations, such as those in the UK, are disappearing due to habitat degradation and persecution.

Safe (Louis Tomlinson Smut)

Warning: Domestic Violence & Smut

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“ARE YOU SERIOUSLY DRUNK AGAIN?!” I sat in my room and listened to my parents fight. My mom screamed at the top of her lungs at my dad.

“I WORK ALL DAY! I CAN HAVE A FUCKING DRINK IF I WANT A FUCKING DRINK!” His voice shook the entire house. I couldn’t listen to them go at it again so I locked my door and climbed out my window to head over to Louis’ place. Louis is my best friend my only friend. He knew about my parents and always left his window unlocked so I could climb in and crash there.

It was past midnight so I knew he would be asleep, but I couldn’t sleep in that house tonight. I knocked on the window softly and saw Lou rustle in his bed. I pushed the window up and jumped through, shutting it behind me. I crawled into his bed and he automatically wrapped his arm around me.

“They’re fighting again.” He said, more of a statement than a question. I nodded and buried my face in his neck looking for comfort. This was happening so much that I barely slept in my own bed anymore. Louis didn’t judge me or try to tell me to leave because he knew I had nowhere else to go. He just held me and reassured me that I am not alone. I would lay with him until I felt confident enough to return to my house. I knocked out wrapped in his arms and woke up to the light streaming in from outside.

I slowly slid out of his grip, and borrowed one of his jackets so I could bare the brisk morning air. I left a note saying I went home before they monsters found me gone and slipped out his window again. I got to my house and climbed up the drainpipe to reach my window on the second floor. I came in and climbed into my bed to make it look like I slept there all night.

I walked down the stairs expecting to find my mother in the kitchen cooking breakfast and the sound of the news channel filling my ears, but it was dead quiet. I couldn’t smell breakfast on the stove, in fact, I couldn’t find my mom anywhere. I looked around the entire house and called out her name, but no answer. I was really freaking out and I went back upstairs to find my phone and try to call her. Going over to my desk, I saw I note scribbled in pencil.

Dear Y/n,

I’m sorry, but I can’t do this anymore. I am leaving your father. I can’t handle the constant fighting and bickering. Just know that, just because I am leaving your father, doesn’t mean I don’t love you. I just need to get far away from there. I am sure you will be happier without me in the picture. You won’t have to hear us fighting at all hours of the night anymore. You will be happier and so will I and so will he. It is better for all of us. I love you Y/n.


Your mother

Tears brimmed my eyes and I just stared at the note. How could she do this to me? The woman who gave birth to me, who is supposed to love me unconditionally, left me. She just packed up and left me with this stupid fucking note! I crinkled the note up and threw it across the room burying my face in my hands. I laid in a ball on the floor crying for hours until I heard the front door open and slam shut. Part of me hoped it would be her. I hoped that she had changed her mind and come back for me, but I was met with cold eyes and the overwhelming smell of liquor. My dad glanced up at me and lowered his head again brushing past me into the kitchen.

“Are you going to leave me too?’ he slurred.

“No, but I should.” I mumbled.

“What did you just say to me?” his eyes filled with anger and sadness.

“I said I should leave you.” I blurted out more confidently. “Its your fault she left. She left us because you couldn’t keep yourself sober long enough to put food on the table!” I spat angrily. He moved from behind the counter and slapped me across the face. After all the crying I had done and the adrenaline now pumping through my veins, I didn’t even feel it. “So is that what you do now? You hit me when I tell you something you don’t want to hear?” I said lowly and he grabbed my arm pulling me up to his face.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that! I am your father damn it and you will show me some respect!” his voice loud.

“Respect?! You want respect?! You lost that right when the first time you picked up that liquor bottle!” I screamed knocking the bottle from his grasp. His hand jabbed out hitting me in the neck. Okay, I felt that one. I dropped to the floor gasping for breath as I felt his foot connect with my side. I just laid there and he continued kicking me until I blacked out.

I woke up on the kitchen floor sometime that night and the house was dark. My entire body hurt I and I got myself up. I grabbed the side of the table and tried to walk, but every time I tired, I would get dizzy and fall to my knees. I thought that if I could just get myself up and over to Louis’ I would be safe. I quickly found the strength to get to my feet and move towards the front door. I sensed movement to my side in the den and I turned my head slowly expecting to be face to face with my father, but I turned to see him passed out on the couch. I sighed in relief and slowly slid out the door. The pain was subsiding the longer I was up so I began to run so I could get there faster. I finally got to his window and knocked loudly. Louis came out from behind his desk and opened it up for me.

“Oh my god, Y/n! What happened?!” he gasped helping me get through the window. I told him everything and I could see the anger boiling up inside him. His face was red and his fists were clenched at his sides. “I’ll kill him.” he mumbled darky. He stood up and started pacing around the room. I quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him back on the bed.

“Louis, relax. I am ok.” I said placing my hand on his leg. His eyes met mine and he put his hand on my face. His gaze quickly moved to the huge purple bruise on my neck.

“This looks awful, Y/n.” he said running his hand over the bruise.

“It really doesn’t hurt that bad.” I lied.

“Well what else hurts?” he sighed looking down at my hands which were now wrapped around my abdomen.   

“Nothing. I’m fi-” I was cut off by his hands pulling up my shirt. Before I could pull it back down, he caught glimpse of the dark purple bruises up and down my torso and sides.

“Y/n, this is not fine.” His hands lightly ran over the bruises and I winced in pain. “Let me get you some ice.” He insisted and ran to his kitchen returning a few minutes later. “Lay down.” He commanded and I didn’t object. I laid back on the bed and he pulled my shirt up looking at the bruises once again. He placed the ice pack just below my ribs on one of the dark spots. I whimpered at the contact and stroked my hair. “You don’t deserve this.” He whispered, tears filling his eyes.

“No, Lou, don’t cry.” I place my hand on his cheek and he quickly wiped the tears with his arm. The ice melted after about an hour so Lou lifted me up and set me up against the pillows.

“Did you want to take a bath or a shower?” he asked and I nodded slowly. I stood up with a groan and went into his bathroom. It didn’t take me long to realize that I couldn’t lift my shirt over my head. I probably had a few broken ribs depicting from the dark bruises along my rib cage.

“Louis?” I peeked out the door and his head shot up from his phone.

“Yeah babe?” he asked and I motioned for him to come to me. He got up off the bed and came into the bathroom. “What’s up?” he asked and I blushed a little, embarrassed that I needed help with something so simple.

“I can’t, um, I can’t take off my shirt.” I whispered and his expression changed to one of embarrassment as well.

“T-turn around.” He stuttered nervously and I did as he said. I realized that this whole shower thing was going to be extremely difficult seeing that I could barely move. “Lift your arms.” He said and I did so, wincing at the pain. His hands gripped the hem of my shirt and slowly pulled it over my head and I finally got a good look the bruises that now littered my body. Lou noticed me staring into the mirror with a look of disgust on my face. He wrapped his arms around me softly and kissed my neck barely applying any pressure. I was shocked at his actions and he pulled his face away. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered in my ear placing another kiss on my neck. I turned around looking deep into his blue eyes.

“Help me Lou?” I whispered and he nodded helping me undress the rest of my body. I was completely bare in front of him, but I wasn’t the least bit nervous. I turned and started the water behind me and climbed into the shower. I let the water cascade over my body, hoping it would wash away the physical and emotional pain I was feeling. I turned around to see Lou still standing in the doorway of the bathroom. “Aren’t you going to help me wash my hair?” I said shyly, feeling the pain already subsiding. He jolted forward and began undressing himself before sliding in behind me. I handed him the soap and he began to massage it into my hair. I began to rinse when I heard his voice.

“Y/n?” he said lowly.

“Yes Lou?” I answered. He paused for a moment before I glanced at him questionably.

“I-I want you to live here with me.” He said quickly and I turned around in shock.

“Really?” I said in disbelief and he nodded.

“You don’t deserve this,” he said gesturing to my injured body, “nobody does, and I can’t stand to see you in pain.” He rested his fore head on mine and cupped my face with his hands. My hands found his arms bringing his naked body closer to mine.

“I love you Louis.” I whispered barely loud enough for him to hear. I didn’t hear a response for a moment so I thought I had overstepped my boundaries, but I was amazed to feel his lips attack mine. He was being extra gentle to make sure that he wasn’t hurting me, but I pulled him close not caring. His hands were on my waist softly and, despite the aching sensation in my body, I flung my arms around his neck. He reached behind me turning off the water as he pulled away from my lips. I whimpered at the loss and he stepped out of the shower reaching out for me to step out as well. He pecked my lips as I stood in front of him dripping wet and he grabbed a towel and began drying me off. He ran the towel along my entire body barely applying any pressure and kissing my lips every few seconds. After I was dry, he turned his attention to himself. The towel glided across his body with fewer interruptions. As soon as he was done, I lunged forward reattaching our lips. We moved to the bedroom never leaving each other’s embrace. I slowly laid myself onto the bed and waited for him to join me.

“Y/n, are you sure you feel alright? I don’t want to hurt you.” He said stepping away from me.

“I know you won’t hurt me.” I said sitting up. He hesitantly moved back toward me and swiped his lips over mine, barely making contact. I grabbed his shoulders pulling his entire body down on top of mine. His eyes grew wide looking at my face to sense any pain. I just smiled at him and forgot about the aching. I just wanted him to show him how much I loved him.

We were both completely bare and I could feel Lou’s hardness against my leg while we were kissing. I glided my hands up and down his body stopping for a few moments on his bum. I squeezed a little and he moaned into the kiss. I laughed as he lifted my leg and brought his hand to my entrance. He slid a finder up and collected some of my arousal on his finger.

“So wet baby.” He smiled kissing along my neck, ghosting over the large bruise and kissing it softly. I moaned and he looked up to make sure it wasn’t out of pain. I pecked his lips and smiled as he continued to tease me.

“Louis…I need you.” I moaned and he grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. His lips trailed up my jaw and moved to my forehead and then my nose and finally my lips. The kiss was so needy from my part, but relaxed from him. I let my other hand tangle in his brown locks as we kissed. He pulled away and looked lovingly into my eyes. He didn’t have to say a word. I just nodded and he grasped his hard length and started to slid into my entrance. I groaned into his neck and I could hear him inhaling as he pushed further in. Once he was all the way in, he looked into my eyes again and then down at my lips. I tangled my hand in the hair behind his head and pushed him forward. Our mouths collided and he started to move inside me. My back arched as he started to thrust deeper into me and he stifled his moans on my lips. I could feel every inch of my body come alive when he thrusted into me, but all the pain had disappeared. I was feeling nothing but pleasure and it was becoming too much.

“Oh God Louis I moaned as he continued to hit my g-spot with every thrust. My muscles started to shake and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer and he knew it too.

“Come for me beautiful.” He whispered in my ear and a few thrusts later, I was putty in his hands. I came down from my high to the sound of Lou calling out my name and cumming on my stomach. His body collapsed over mine and he panted heavily placing more kisses on my lips and neck. He pushed himself up so he wouldn’t be squishing me and wiggled over to my side. I wiped off my stomach with some tissues and laid back down beside him. He pulled me into him and pulled the covers over us.

“I feel so much better.” I giggled and he laughed kissing my forehead. “And yes.” I said plainly and Lou looked at me confused. I laughed and leaned up to kiss his lips. “Yes, I will move in with you.” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around his neck kissing him again. He smiled into the kiss and pulled away slowly.

“You will never have to go back to the monster’s house again.” He said into my hair. I fell asleep in his arms and, for once, I felt safe.  

Domestic Violence is a serious matter. If you ever don’t feel safe in your home, or need to report a case of domestic violence, call this number.



1D Preferences: You break up, he regrets it (Harry, Louis)

Preference: You Break Up, He Regrets It


Harry never looked all that broken up about losing you and that’s what still hurts the most when you see him in interviews on television or in the youtube videos you’d never admit to anyone that you still watch. When you left, moving into a flat of your own, you could never get used to how empty the bed felt without Harry next to you, how quiet things were without his slow, melodic rambling and low, enticing chuckles. It’s killing you how much you miss him and how much he doesn’t seem to have the same problem. It’s been almost a month and you haven’t heard anything from Harry or his band mates who you had considered your friends but you suppose they were Harry’s friends first so you shouldn’t feel too badly that none of them appear to be talking to you. Not that you’ve tried calling them. You’ve considered it but you think it would just hurt more to be so close to Harry and yet still so far away.

You cuddle up with a pillow on your sofa as you prepare yourself for another night of ice cream and romantic movies that are only going to end up making you cry more in the long run. Half-way through the movie, there is suddenly a knock at your door.

You stumble from the sofa with a tissue in your hand and almost slip on the oversized sweats you are wearing that you stole from Harry when you’d moved your stuff out of your old flat and into this one. Catching yourself, you tug the sweats up on your legs as you continue toward the door. You open it to find Louis standing there looking nervous.

“Oh, thank God!” he says pulling you into a bone-crunching hug. “When you two broke up, Harry deleted your number from all of our phones. I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

When Louis decides to let go and let you breathe again, you look at him in confusion.

“What were you looking for me for?” You ask.

“So I can take you back to Harry, where you belong,” he answers with a look that seems to say duh.

You shake your head.

“He seems to be doing just fine without me,” You say not bothering to hide your bitterness. This is Louis you are talking to after all. He’ll see right through any act you try to put on. “And who says I want to go back?”

Louis looks at you like he can’t believe how daft you are.

“A) You’re wearing his sweats as we speak. B) You have the picture I took before your first date on your side table, over there,” he says pointing behind you and watching you wince at the fact that he noticed. “And C) You’re rubbing the tattoo you got on your 3 month anniversary.”

You look down to see that he’s right; you are rubbing the small flower tattoo on your wrist. You stop immediately. Damn that Louis for being so perceptive.

“And, love,” he says looking at you with nothing but sincerity in his eyes. “He hasn’t left my flat since you moved out.”

“What?” You nearly whisper.

Harry’s been living with Louis all this time?

“Says he can’t bear to live with the ghost of you. He wants the real thing.”

You look at Louis with tears threatening to spill when something hits you.

“How did you find me?” You ask confused.

“Harry deleted your number from all our phones, he forgot to delete your mum’s number from his,” Louis answers with a smile. “A little creative thievery and a call to your mum brought me here.”

You hug Louis tightly before pushing back again when your heart grips with a sudden fear.

“What if he doesn’t really want me back?”

“He does, love. Call him, if you don’t believe me,” Louis answers with a laugh.

You pull out your cell phone but hesitate for a minute with your thumb over Harry’s speed-dial  before forcing yourself to push the button. You take a deep, steadying breath before pulling the phone to your ear.

Two rings. Two rings is all it takes for Harry to pick up.

“(Y/N)?!?” He asks slowly, hopefully. He may not have your number in his phone anymore but he stared at it for a long time before deleting it, so he knew the moment he saw it flash on his screen that it was you.

“Harry.” You can feel the tears sliding down your cheeks.

There’s a strangled cry on the other end of the line, followed by the shaky breaths of a crying Harry Styles.

“Baby, please come home,” he says but it’s little more than a whisper.

“On my way.”


It’s been 2 months since you and Louis broke up. You can’t even remember what the fight was about but you know it was something stupid.

You change the channel every time he’s on television and you’ve stopped going on Tumblr because you know that, if you do, you’ll just end up looking at pictures of him, liking and reblogging them for hours until all that fills your screen is louislouislouis and your heart starts beating a now-false mineminemine in response.

You lay in bed trying to read a book, hoping to get lost in the story and forget your broken heart for a little while. It’s not working. It can’t work because reading just reminds you of the times you and Louis used to read to each other. It was all laughter and smiles.  You’d both give each new character a cheesy accent and you’d wait until you knew Louis wasn’t expecting it to slip in a “’NO!’ Jimmy protested”. You almost laugh at the memory of him rolling his eyes at you before starting a tickle fight every single time you did it. And, suddenly, you’re almost crying because you miss Louis like crazy.

Your phone rings pulling you from your memories. You pick it up, checking the caller ID and seeing that it’s your best friend. You answer to hear an excited voice telling you to turn on the television, barking a channel in your ear, and hanging up on you with a click. You shake your head and laugh at your best friend’s antics as you reach for your remote, turning your bedroom t.v. on.

There, on the television, is Louis’ face on some entertainment show with the caption Up Next: Louis Tomlinson opens up about his breakup with Y/N.

Why would your best friend think you would want to see this? Does she really think you want to know what he’s going to say about you? Or how well he’s doing at getting over you?

You’re about to turn the television off when your curiosity gets the better of you. These shows are taped in advance so, whatever he’s said is already out there and you have a right to know, don’t you? Of course, you do!

Before you know it, the segment is starting and the interviewer is asking Louis what happened between you two.

Louis gives the interviewer a sad smile but doesn’t seem to be able to speak for a minute. You see Harry rubbing comforting circles into Louis’ back and the older boy turn to his best friend with a grateful smile before turning back to the interviewer with what looks like tears filling his eyes.

“I’m honestly not entirely sure what happened. I guess maybe we both had a lot of stress on us and we took it out on each other. I don’t know,” he finally answers with a shrug of his shoulders. “But I do know that I wish every second, with every cell of my being that I could take it all back.”

By now, Louis has tears streaming down his face. Harry gathers Louis in a hug and the interviewer gives him a sympathetic pat on the knee before continuing on.

“So, you’d like to get back together with (Y/N)?”

Louis nods, words not seeming like an option at the moment.

“Well, maybe she’ll see this. Do you have anything you’d like to say to her?”

Louis sniffles a little and opens his mouth to speak but only manages a broken “…” before breaking down completely.

“For f***’s sake, (Y/N), give him another chance. He loves you, you know,” Harry cuts in making both you and Louis laugh a bit at Harry’s language which has inevitably been bleeped out.

A minute later, the show is over and you are left wiping away tears you hadn’t realized were on your cheeks. You are about to call Louis when there is a knock on your front door. You huff in annoyance at having to put calling Louis on hold as you head to answer the door.

Opening the door wide, you find a fearful looking Louis standing there, half hiding behind a bouquet of beautiful flowers. He’s just opening his moth to speak when you rip the flowers from his hands, throw them over your shoulder, and grasp Louis’ jacket, pulling him closer and kissing away his fears.