The author of My Immortal is out there somewhere. What do think she does?
Is she continuing to write? Is she writing right now? What fandoms does she wrote about these days? Where does she buy eggs? Are her and Raven still friends? Did Raven ever return her sweater? Did she ever return Ravens poster? Is she still goth? Does she still hate preps? Does she still hate Hilary Duff? What fan fictions does she read? Is she proud of how popular her story is? Is she ashamed? Does she still watch Harry Potter movies? Does she still like MCR, Good Charlotte, and all those other bands? What’s her biology grade? Her GPA? Her attendance record? Does she have friends who don’t know about the story? How can she live knowing she’s made something so big and yet no one knows? What’s her favorite bell pepper? What position in bed does she sleep in every night? How did she react to MCR breaking up? Coke or Pepsi? Red or blue? What flavor of pudding would she eat for the rest of life is she had no choice? What if she’s reading this right now? Will she answer any of these? Will she hide her face? Will I lose a follower because I accidentally blew her cover? What is her zodiac sign?
You know those coke cans/bottles that are like "share a coke with ..." and it either has a name or some sort of title? Well I got one that said "share a coke with Bro" and I can't stop thinking about Kuroo just holding it up to bokuto all emotional
PREFERRED NAME: Kellie ZODIAC SIGN: Zodiac BIRTHDAY: Oct 23rd RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single Pringle 🖖 PETS: A schnauzer named pepper WAKE UP TIME: Summer breaks 9 COKE OR PEPSI: Pepsi TEXT OR CALL: Call. I like hearing peoples voices. LAST PERSON YOU CALLED: A friend LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED: A friend CHAPSTICK OR LIPSTICK: Lipstick. NUMBER OF PIERCINGS: None, I don’t really wear jewelry.
was tight and Calum’s pride stopped him from asking for help. You, however,
knew you had to do something for the sake of your daughter and your unborn
child which was how you’d ended up as the Hawks’ honeytrap.
Request: “Oh man
if requests are open anything gang au, preferably with Calum (but any of the
boys really idc), and if you could include something about him being a dad that
would make my life. P.S your fics are amazing I love every single one of them :)”
You rolled the ring between your thumb and index finger. You
studied it, reading the inscription inside for the tenth time in the past five
minutes: Forever. It promised so much
but here you were at some bar, questioning that very word. The engagement ring had worn the
skin on your finger, the constant fiddling with it probably hadn’t helped. But
now you were left with the smooth skin as a reminder that, even when you took
it off, you were still Cal’s. And because you were his, you also belonged to
the club. The thought brought a wave of nausea but it could’ve easily been the
nerves. You hoped it was just nerves anyway, you didn’t need the morning sickness right now.
You heard your phone buzz, it was a picture of your daughter
that Brandy had sent with the words, she’s out
like a light, honey! Stay safe xx. Her face was screwed up from some dream
she was having. You smiled to yourself, you often wondered what she dreamt
about. You hoped it was nothing but pretty things and her daddy’s soft singing.
Lately, you hadn’t been sleeping so well, especially since you’d realised you
were definitely pregnant again. You already hated that your daughter was mixed
up in this crazy life her father led, never mind bringing another innocent
child into this mess. You had nightmares that left you screaming out for Calum
but he was hardly ever at home during the early hours because of his damn
lifestyle. The Hawks motorcycle gang Cal had joined in the final year of
university had meant you’d been dragged into everything you’d fought to stay
out of. It got worse when you were unexpectedly pregnant. You’d had to put your
dreams on hold while you dealt with the morning sickness and Calum disappearing
into the night. You told yourself that you and your daughter deserved better
than a life surrounded by guns and violence. But your determination to leave
faded whenever you saw how Cal smiled at Liv, he’d wake up in the night just to
watch her sleep. Sometimes you’d find him asleep in the old armchair next to
the cot just so he could be there in case she needed him. You knew then you
couldn’t walk away and take Liv from her father.
But lately, Cal was working every hour God sent since you’d
told him you were pregnant again. So in the stolen hours you had together, he’d
tell you edited stories from the club while Liv passed him toys and shouted the
few words she knew. He knew you disproved of the club, he swore that he was
looking for a way out but you knew that he got too drawn in with the ambitious
plans. He was too sweet for this life, at least your Calum was. The guy who
beat men to a bloody pulp wasn’t the man you’d promised to marry. Whenever you
brought it up, he’d mumble about how you needed the money for Liv and the
wedding. But it was never enough, there was hardly any money left at the end of
the month since you’d taken time out of working to be with Liv. Your savings
had soon been dissolved into almost nothing once Calum started working at the
club full time. Sure, they gave him his cut at the end of each month but it
wildly varied. Some weeks he’d come home like he’d won the lottery and treat you
and Liv to something nice, others it would be a pitiful amount that was never going to sustain
the three of you which was what had led you here.
You felt ridiculous in the outfit that Brandy had put
together. The low cut top was way too small and the jeans were far too big. But
you’d never look out of place here in a dive bar on the outskirts of the city.
The tightness was something that the guys admired while the waistband sat on
your hips like it was meant to be there. You sipped the glass of water the
bartender, Luke, had placed in front of you with a wink, he was one of your
guys. He was a member of the Hawks too. You’d sworn that you were done with the
gang, you were better than their dodgy deals that took place in back alleys. Yet
here you were. Setting up yet another trap for a rival that had done something
to the club. Seth offered you good money for sitting there, looking pretty and
selling some tragic story to some big biker guy. It made it worse when his old
lady, Brandy, called because she’d always offer to watch Liv for you for an
hour so Calum would never find out. You knew Cal was too proud to admit that
his wage didn’t cover the bills so the leader had offered the perfect solution
where Calum would never know you were on the club books too.
You took a deep breath as you noticed Luke nod towards a guy
sat at the end of the bar. The guy was a couple of years older than you, the type
of guy you might’ve dated in high school. He was tall, his long legs twisted
under the stool like they were too long to go anywhere else. He turned his face
and you saw the scar that ran along his left cheek. It had you curious, maybe you’d
ask him about it if there was time before you took him outside to be bundled
into the van.
“Drinking alone?” you asked him across the bar.
The guy looked up and smiled at you, well not at your face
by anyone’s judgement. He nodded slowly before pulling out the stool next to him.
“Join me if you want.”
You left the water on the bar and picked up the glittery
purse that also wasn’t yours, shoved your phone into it, before walking over to
sit by him. You drew out the movement and made it far more provocative than it
had to be. He was hooked on your every move, watching like you were the only
two in the bar.
“I’ll have another whiskey and whatever the lady wants,” Scar
said to the bartender, sliding the glass over to him.
Luke knew your usual drink but he waited just for the sake
of keeping up the act.
“Vodka and coke,” you replied without breaking the eye
“Make it a double shot,” Scar said slyly, throwing you a
You wanted to sigh and tell him that whatever was happening
in his head wasn’t going to happen but you knew you had to smile and play along
with the whole bad girl act. You watched as Luke skilfully made your drink just
a Coke as he poured the vodka into the one he kept behind the bar. He slid both
glasses to you and winked at you when Scar wasn’t looking.
“So what’s a pretty girl like you doing drinking alone?” he
You shrugged, wrapping your hands around the glass. “My car
broke down. I can’t get home and my boyfriend isn’t picking up so that means
he’s probably shagging some other girl. It’s my birthday as well. It’s all
“What part of the city you from?”
“I’m two towns over from here,” you lied as you ran your
hand through your wig. “I’ve got no money for a cab back home. This is the
worst birthday ever.”
You forced your eyes to water and looked over at him, you
laughed softly as you wiped away the tears that escaped.
“I’m sorry, you probably came here for a quiet drink,” you
sighed. “You don’t need me crying like a child.”
He shook his head, downed the drink and pointed to the door.
“I used to be a mechanic, I can take a look.”
You smiled at him, clutching his arm like he’d announced
you’d won the lottery. He followed you out of the doors into the night air, you
picked a car close to the van. A beaten up Chevy truck that looked dangerously
close to breaking down anyway. Scar nodded towards it and laughed.
“No wonder it broke, doll. You’ll owe me a lot after this,”
he said darkly. “We can hit the town, get a hotel and make it a birthday to
You shuddered but kept the smile plastered on your lips like
you were completely up for it.
He walked by the back doors of the van as they flew open.
The impact caused him to stumble, but you just watched when the guys piled out
and pulled him inside. Scar grunted and tried to fight against them but he was
no match for the bunch of guys that had descended upon him. He shouted at you
to help but you moved out of his sight, shouting for them to stop like you usually did so your victim never suspected you, and then closed your eyes as the grunts and
protests faded behind the closed van doors. You couldn’t think about what had
just happened, you couldn’t let yourself acknowledge you’d helped cause this.
Seth appeared and leaned against the bonnet of your fake
car. He lit a cigarette and took a long drag from it.
“You’ve never worked that fast before, sweetheart,” Seth
said as he tilted his head. Smoke flowed from his mouth like a dragon. “What’s
with the fast pace? You usually warm them up a little more.”
“I knew you wanted him,” you said quickly. “I want to go
He nodded and he put the cigarette in his mouth, letting it
droop as he counted out your money. He held it out to you and smiled. You took
it and recounted it since Seth complained when you didn’t, he said that you were
too trusting and one day he’d take twenty out just to teach you a lesson. You
frowned when it was more than your usual rate.
“There’s too much,” you said as you held out the extra
hundred, you knew Seth tested his members’ loyalty and you knew better than to
cheat the guy who helped keep a roof over your head.
“I know,” Seth said with a smile. “Brandy said you were expecting
again. It’s just a little extra to get some things for the baby, call it an
early present from their uncle Seth.”
You sighed since nobody was supposed to know yet but you
couldn’t deny that you needed the money. Brandy had found the pregnancy test
packets in the kitchen bin and she had insisted on knowing the result. She’d squealed, insisting that it was the best news she’d had this year.
“Listen, I don’t want you doing any more jobs,” Seth said in
a hushed voice. “It’s a risk without putting you and a baby on the line. If Calum ever found out, it wouldn’t be
“We need the money, Seth,” you pleaded. “Cal’s doing his
best but I’ve got my university loans to pay off still and—”
“I’ll keep you on the books,” Seth said calmly. “It won’t be
the hundred you’re used to but I’ll see you right. You’re family, sweetheart. Family helps
each other out.”
You bit your lip, you hated feeling like a charity case but
you were out of options. “Thanks, Seth. Whatever Cal’s doing—”
Seth shook his head as he stubbed out his cigarette on the
bonnet. “I won’t worry you with the details, sweetheart. Go home to your
daughter, you did well tonight.”
Brandy had met you at the front door with a sleepy Liv
cradled against her shoulder.
“She won’t go back to sleep,” she’d explained. “I think she
You had sighed since you knew she had wanted Cal but you’d had
no idea where he was tonight. Brandy had left, claiming she had left her mother
in charge of the kids far too long. You always felt bad taking her away from her own
family but she was forever telling you that she liked being around a toddler
Liv had been impossible to settle, every time you put her
down, she cried for you to pick her up again. You rocked her as she rubbed her
eyes and stared into space while she tried to fend off sleep.
“You’ve got to sleep, Livy,” you said softly. “It’s time for
“Dad Dad,” she mumbled into your neck. “Dada?”
You closed your eyes, your body calling out for sleep but
you were used to the long nights of Livy refusing sleep. You hummed, hoping
that the lull of sleep would take Liv sooner rather than later. You almost
thought you’d achieved it until the loud bang. Liv started screaming at sound,
you knew it wasn’t the wind. You fumbled with the lock on the nursery door and
prayed it was just kids on the street playing around. You dug around for your phone as you tried
to calm Liv, the cries would only let them know somebody was here.
“This isn’t happening,” you mumbled to yourself as your
heart raced. “This can’t happen.”
The banging picked up, becoming less sporadic and more
intense like the door might cave under the pressure but also the windows might
break too. You swore under your breath as your call went straight to voicemail
“Calum, pick up the phone,” you begged his voicemail before
attempting to redial.
Liv screamed in your ear, your attempts to comfort her only
riled her up more as she cried for Calum. Times like this you had to call
Calum just to talk to her to pacify her until he got home but he never answered
his damn phone these days. Your heart dropped again as you got his chirpy
voicemail once more. You cradled Liv against your chest and hoped she’d tire
“Babe? What’s with all of the calls?” he asked after the
fifth dial tone.
“Calum!” you said quietly, hoping that Liv’s cries couldn’t
be heard outside. “You’ve got to come home now.”
“Why? It’s not Liv or the baby, is it?”
You flinched as the banging got louder. “Cal, I did
something stupid and now I think somebody’s trying to break in. Please come
home, I’m in the nursery with Liv.”
“Babe, listen to me,” he said with his tone that was doused
with faked calm. “Sit away from the window, close the curtains and sit it out
until I get there, okay? I’ll be ten minutes. Just stay safe, keep Livy as
quiet as you can.”
“I’m trying, Cal, she just won’t stop,” you spat then
exhaled slowly. “I’m sorry – just get here soon.”
The line went dead and you sat in the armchair that Calum
had dragged out of the attic. You rocked Liv, hopelessly humming again just to
make her quieten a little. You picked her favourite toy from the basket next to
you and softly stroked her cheek with it.
Ten minutes dragged by, it felt like a lifetime but the
banging slowed, lessened until even Liv had almost dozed off. You didn’t let it
fool you though, you were certain they were waiting to scare you some more or
maybe they’d got into the house. You tried to keep your mind focused on Calum’s
rescue effort rather than the shadows that might be lurking around your old
house. You heard the footsteps and your heart stopped, you stopped humming, you
stopped breathing as you waited to see who exactly had found their way into the
“Babe?” Calum shouted as he ran up the stairs.
He tried the door but found it was locked, you laid Liv down
in her cot and went to open the door. You threw your arms around his neck and
buried your face as he kissed the top of your head.
“There isn’t anybody outside, baby,” he said softly.
“There’s nobody on the street.”
“I’m not crazy, somebody was trying to get in,” you
protested against his skin. “I wouldn’t lie about that.”
He sighed. “I know you wouldn’t make it up. It was probably
kids, I’ll ask some of the guys to sit outside for the next few nights.”
You pulled back and rested your hands on his upper arms.
“Why can’t you stay home? I’d feel better if you were here.”
Calum walked away and rested his forearms on Liv’s crib. You
followed him, folding your arms over your chest. The look on his face told you
that you’d just asked the impossible.
“We need the money,” he said calmly. “There will be four of
us in a few months, I can’t pass on work.”
You bit your tongue, tonight was not the night to argue over
how many hours he’d worked especially when you’d pulled him off of a job of
some kind. He looked at the star shaped clock on the wall, something Brandy had
given you when you’d told her the nursery was sky themed.
“I have to go back soon,” Calum said without looking at you.
“You can’t go, they might come back,” you argued in a hushed
tone. “I need you tonight, Calum. Your daughter and I need you. For once this
fucking month, put us first instead of the Hawks.”
Calum sighed like he was already over you before turning his
head to look at you. “Who might come back, huh? The invisible man?”
“I think it was the Vipers,” you hissed at him.
“The Vipers?” he echoed then laughed quietly. “Their patch
is two towns over, why would you even know that name? Unless… Babe, you must have been mistaken. You’re sleep
deprived or something. We don’t mess with them, they don’t mess with us.”
“I got their vice president into the back of a van for Seth,”
you said through gritted teeth. “They must have followed my car out or
He pulled you into the hallway, closing the door of the
nursery quietly then made you go downstairs to argue away from Liv.
“What the fuck do you mean? Why would Seth get you involved?” he
You pulled the money out of your jacket pocket, you hadn’t
had time to add it into the cash in your safe that Cal knew nothing about. You threw it on the coffee table
and held a hand out to it like a presenter on a game show.
“He pays me to lure guys out into car parks sometimes,” you
admitted. “Brandy has Liv for an hour while I tell his target that my car broke
down and I can’t get home. It’s easy money, and like you say, we’ll need it
Calum looked at you with something that you couldn’t only
call disappointment. You tilted your head then shook it lightly. You wanted to
laugh at the irony of it all.
“You told me that money was from your parents. I thought you
wanted to stay out of the club?”
“You don’t earn enough by yourself, Cal. It’s not like I
have any other choice when we’re short on the rent,” you fired back.
He shook his head at you. “I said I was taking care of it.”
“Yeah, if I’d have left it to you, Calum, we’d be fucking
homeless. I’m not proud of myself for doing it but it pays the bills.”
He ran his hands through his hair then pointed an accusing
finger at you.
“You’re pregnant,” he said. “You put yourself in danger.”
“I know,” you said with your hands in the air. “I’m a
fucking idiot but I was okay, I had Luke—”
“Luke knew about this?” he asked. “Who else have you got
lying to me about your little job apart from Brandy, Seth and Luke? And how
fucking long were you going to keep it up for? Long enough to fake a labour so
the guy takes you to hospital only to get beaten half to death?”
“Most of the guys know, they take it in turns to watch over me,” you confessed before biting your
lip. “Seth told me tonight was it, no more jobs until after the baby.”
Calum looked ready to throw something as he listened to how
he’d been lied to. He dug his fingers into the back of your sofa.
“Great,” he said sarcastically. “So you piss off a gang and
you’ve been going behind my back? No, this is perfect. Everything I ever wanted
in the woman I’m going to marry.”
He began walking out, you blocked the door frame and looked
at him seriously.
“You can’t leave me and Liv alone,” you said defensively. “I
don’t care how mad you are at me, but you won’t take it out on Liv too.”
He faltered before shaking his head again. He pushed by you
and mumbled something about how Ashton and Michael were going to keep watch of
“Calum—” you reached out to touch his arm.
“I don’t want to be near you right now,” he said as he
flinched away from you. “I can’t believe you lied to me about the money and the
I am usually very controlled and organized but sometimes I just leave for New York for a couple days and go completely crazy. I get incredibly drunk, smoke weed, take E, and occasionally coke. I need little breaks of complete recklessness. Do you do anything like that? Or am I just weird and need to see a therapist?
Firstly, you send this ask to me 5 times.
Secondly, yes, but not this extreme because I’m broke. I can be perfectly controlled but still do impulsive acts. That’s because impulsitivity is an aspect of Psychopathy.
pls do an imagine where you and murphy pretend to hate each other so bellamy came thru and tries to flirt with u but then murphy aka trash god has had enough and asks u out and make out
Warning: Bad language.
Modern Day AU - that means the return of Fuckboy Murphy!
It was Sunday morning, which meant the usual gang would go to the diner to eat the usual high-calorie hangover cure breakfast they got each week.
When you arrive with your roommate, Clarke, the rest of your friends are already there in their usual booth, holding their pounding heads and hiding their eyes beside sunglasses. Clarke, apparently having no hangover whatsoever, laughs when she sees them groaning in pain.
“Morning!” She chips, enjoying the way Bellamy jumps at the sound, his hands flying to cover his ears.
Bellamy was sitting next to Murphy and Lincoln, while Octavia was on the other side of the booth, two empty spaces for you and Clarke to sit beside her.
“Shut up, shut up.” Octavia groans as you slip in beside her, taking your sunglasses off and putting them down. Clarke sits down on the other side of you and moments later, six freshly-fried unhealthy breakfasts are being placed on the table.
Everyone digs in immediately, knowing that it was the only thing that was going to help with their Sunday-morning blues. Across from you, Murphy huffs out a laugh.
“You look like you got dressed in the dark.” He comments, nodding towards your clothes. You look down. Okay, maybe your clothes didn’t really match, but Clarke had practically dragged you out of your bed this morning because you were so tired and sick.
“Fuck off, dickhead- this is Bellamy’s hoodie, actually. He left it the last time he was at our flat.” You explain with a slight smugness when Murphy’s smile falls. You stick your tongue out at him before looking to Bellamy. “Thought I’d wear here it so that I’d remember to give it back.” You tell him, shrugging.
“Nah, it’s okay, keep it. It looks really cute on you.” Bellamy smiles lightly, the food in his stomach starting to refresh him of his hangover.
Murphy slowly turns to Bellamy, his eyes shooting daggers at his friend. Bellamy feels Murphy’s eyes on him and turns to give him a quick smirk in reply.
Sorry if this is to crazy of an ask, but how do you do weightloss in the summer? I have so many events that involve alcohol coming up! Can that fit into my macros or calories while still losing weight?
I tend to avoid alcohol as much as possible, actually — it’s empty calories, and it exacerbates my anxiety. If I do drink, I count it into my day like I do anything else.
My truest love is bourbon, so I will usually have one or two pours on the rocks and stop there. Occasionally I’ll mix it with diet soda, or have a glass of wine instead.
Generally I stay away from sugary mixed drinks, or anything frozen — they’re calorie bombs. If you can handle your alcohol straight, that’s the best way to do it. If not, vodka & light cranberry juice is an option, or a vodka club. Rum or whiskey with Diet Coke won’t break the calorie bank either, and light beer or a glass of wine is always a safe bet.
You don’t have to avoid alcohol entirely, just try to drink smarter and don’t go too crazy. c:
You stood closely beside Ashton at the counter in Starbucks, waiting patiently for your order. “What’s taking them so fucking long?” He asks, checking his $20k watch and rolling his eyes. You nervously look up at your tall boyfriend and manage to force a smile.
“Chill out Ashton, there’s a lot of other people.”
“Well they should get mine and yours first, Y/N i don’t have time to wait for this shit.”
“Just because you’re famous doesn’t mean you’re entitled,” you murmur and take a step forward when your names are called.
“What the fuck did you just say?” He grabs your hand and you turn around to face him.
“You heard me, Ash. Don’t be an asshole.”
You watch Calum argue with the bartender, immediately running from the bathroom line to attend to him. You reach to take the drink out of Calum’s hand but his whole drink spills on you. “Y/n. I’m so sorry,” he slurs as you compose a hard face. Security comes and grabs him, two hands behind his back.
“Sir, you need to leave.” The guard says but he spirals out of control.
“Do you fucking know who I am!? Get off me!” His face becomes red as he struggles to get out of the guard’s hold but quickly and thankfully, he got him out of their before he could do anything dumb. You followed behind and stared up at him as he paced back and forth. “I’m Calum fucking Hood! They had no right to kick me out of there!”
“Yes, they did Calum,” you arch a brow. “Quit acting like a fucking child.”
You sit next to your best friend Luke, ready to come out about how much him being away on tour made you realize you had feelings for him. It was the best time, you two had a few months to spend together before he was back on the road and you knew that you’re precious little angel wouldn’t have changed. But you were wrong.
“Luke, I…I have to tell you something,” you start but he is texting away on his phone and biting his lip as if he’s in his own world.
“Huh?” He asks.
“Who…are you texting,” you forge a smile and he chuckles, setting his phone beside his lap.
“This girl I met at Derp Con. She’s hot.”
“Did you sleep with her?” A lump forms in your throat.
“Yeah, duh,” he rolls his eyes cockily.
He lays on his bed, still and steady as a statue. You roll him over and see that his nose is bleeding just a little as he snores obliviously.
“Michael,” you whisper and receive no response. You look at his opened duffle bag to see the hefty amount of weed and a smaller bag of coke. Your heart breaks immediately when you remember him saying “Y/N, I’ll never be that guy…”
“Y/N?” He asks in a daze, rubbing his nose clean of the dry blood and propping himself up on his elbows. “What are you doing?”