do not drink the water that has flowed through the dog park

Sweet Creature; H.S.

“No, Harry! Just – fucking plain no. In what alternate universe would you think I’d be happy with you making decisions for me?” Y/n yells at me, throwing her hands up for emphasis as she storms away from me. I know I should go after her, tell her that I didn’t mean to do so, but I’m sure she knows. I’d never do anything to make her unhappy.

I’m sure she’ll realise that in a minute as well. Y/n could have quite the temperament but she’d never go to bed angry. Usually, five minutes after we fought, we’d apologize to one another. We were both stubborn, but clever enough to know what’s important in life. Y/n and I had met a couple years prior, but in the beginning I don’t think neither of us thought of going on a date, getting in a relationship and even later – moving in together.

I don’t know how it happened, or when, but somehow along the line I realised how quickly and hopelessly I had fallen for her. Thank god she experienced the same.

I let my large body fall onto the sofa, a loud huff escaping my parted lips. I let my fingers curl around the scrap book Y/n had been making yesterday evening, filled with pictures of us and things she found important to her. I had always found it an honour I were included in that.

I laugh to myself when I see baby pictures of her. One in the tub, her dog sneakily drinking the bath water behind her. Or one where she was dancing with a loaf of bread. Just from seeing her carefree face on the photo, I could imagine her hearty laugh echoing through the house.

“H, I’m sorry. I overreacted.” I hear Y/n’s voice behind me and I raise my hand, waving her over. “We’re both in the wrong, sweetheart. I promise I’ll never make big decisions without you. You know I just wanted to surprise you.” I lift my head, smiling at my girlfriend as she walks around the sofa. She slides herself onto the armrest, her upper body leaning against the back.

“Remember our first date?” I speak, patting her bare leg as I turn to the next page. There are photo’s covering the paper of twinkling lights, lots of greenery, with me somewhere in the background. I took her to Morden Hall Park, one of my favourite get-aways. We were slowly strolling, enjoying the scenery around us, when suddenly she took my hand and pulled, pulling me into a slow jog that turned into a full run. Somehow we ended up face first on the grass, laughing our asses off. It was the best time I had in months.

“Yeah. You tried to give me a compliment. Do you remember what you said to me?” Y/n chuckles as she slides from the arm rest onto the sofa next to me, her warm body pressed against mine as her fingers brush over the photograph.

“Sadly, I don’t think I’ll ever forget such a mishap. Sweet creature.” I laugh somewhat awkwardly, biting the bottom of my lip as I let my gaze wander over our newly bought furniture, trying to avoid her. “Anything would’ve sufficed. Girl, woman, lass; whatever implied I was female.” Y/n laughs is so hearty that I can’t help but chuckle along.

“Yeah yeah, I know. You’re going to pester me with it until I’m in my grave, yeah?” I laugh, pulling her onto my lap and pressing my lips against her neck. She is ticklish and bounces up and down on my lap to get away from my prying fingers and tickling lips. “We’re still young, you shouldn’t talk about that. But, probably.” Y/n answers me when she has calmed her breathing and snakes her arms around my neck.

“I’d take it as a compliment. Means I’m willing to spend my whole life with you, you know?” I grin, pressing my lips briefly to hers. She loses herself in the kiss for a moment, but pushes herself off to grant me a raised-eyebrow-grin. “You have the weirdest ways of complimenting a girl, Styles. But I’ll take it. Just because you’re cute.”

“That’s why you’re with me? Because of my looks.” I gasp, holding my hand against my chest as Y/n fiddles in my lap. “Well – I – I thought you knew. Sorry.” She shrugs her shoulders so nonchalantly she has problems keeping a straight face. My hands attack her sides again and I throw her onto the sofa, hovering above her.

When her laughter has subsided and I find that I have tortured her enough, I stop my assault and merely hover over her. Her mood changes before my eyes and I hold my breath as she speaks.
“When is your solo tour starting?”

I took a big gulp of air, letting a sigh flow past my lips before I press them softly to her chin. “Next month.” A frown takes over her features and I know she has enjoyed the last year of having me almost all to herself, but this was planned almost as soon as the band parted their ways.

“You could come visit me? As much as you like. I’d like to have you with me.” I mumble, kissing her whole face, taking my time to show her how much I appreciate everything she has done for me and is about to do. “I like that, but I hate coming home every time when you’re not here.” She frowns even deeper, moaning softly when I press my lips against her weak spot.

“Then come with me. For the whole tour. You won’t have to miss me, and I don’t have to miss you.” I grin brightly, lifting myself up on my hands to assess her facial changes. For a split second, I see the twinkle in her eyes and her vibrant smile is on full show. Until her logic jumps in.

“What about our home?” Her fingers trail along my shoulder, to my biceps and down to my hand. She lifts it, making me imbalanced, and presses her lips against the back of my hand. I know I have to convince her. I couldn’t bare even a day without her with me.

“When you’re with me, I am home.” I press my lips to her once more, putting more pressure behind it as I try to show her all the love and need I feel every morning when I wake up to her beautiful smile.

Play the Ace pt 2

{A/N} I am so, so thrilled that you guys like this series already and I’m very excited to continue it! Thanks again, and requests are always open!
 xo Harley

Warnings: Light cursing. (So is it truly a warning?)

“Oh doll face, you’re gonna regret disrespectin’ me like that in my own club.”

You pull your arm away from his grip in a huff, knowing the only way you’ll be able to escape it is if he releases you himself. To your relief, he lets go. His metal teeth shine behind a sinister grin as you face him again.

“This is your club?” You ask, confused. Why would I of all people have received the offer to play here tonight? Your mind starts racing a mile a minute as you try to piece things together.

“This is my club.” He responds, a smart-ass tone detectable in his words. His body sways as he speaks animately, causing you to recoil slightly. “And when I heard about you through the good ol’ grapevine, I just had to know what all the.. hoopla was about.” A smirk glazes over his features as his eyes trail your body again. “And boy do I see what it’s all about..”

Your face twists into an expression of disgust, despite the sound of his voice hitching your temperature a degree or so higher.

“Well, you won’t be seeing me around here anymore. I thought this offer was.. was genuine. You just wanted me here to eye-fuck me.” Or worse, you think. You exhale, your breathing jagged as you turn to leave. Your heels clack as your dress flows and clings to your legs. How could he be such a dog? How many other girls will he do this to? How many other girls has he done this to already? You make your way to the back where your things are, grabbing your {F/C} clutch and your keys. Suddenly self-conscious about your appearance, you tug the neckline of your dress upwards a bit more.

Keeping your eyes on the floor is your rule as you make your way to the main entrance. You try to be as swift and unnoticed as possible as you walk. When you reach the door, a hand with long, slender fingers adorned with a purple glove holds it open for you. Your heart races while you try to pass through as quickly as possible. You already feel trapped here, even after one short encounter with who the world knows as The Joker.

Just as you walk through the door, you’re suddenly jerked backwards by the fabric of your dress. You look down at your hip where you felt the tug and see the same purple glove. Though your eyes are glued on the floor, you know it’s him. You’re scared stiff, almost too terrified to move again now.

“Don’t think this is the last time I see you, {Y/N},” you can feel his breath on your neck as he speaks, “Whether you play this club, or not.” His tongue clicks on the ’T’ as he lets you go, leaving his hand open and slowly stretching his fingers. You start speed walking back through the doors without a word, hoping to anything and anyone that could ever help you that he won’t decide to follow you out and do whatever he may have had in mind from the start.

You approach your car, using the hub to unlock it to make the easy transition from outside. You quickly throw your clutch in and hop into the drivers side, slamming the door and locking it. Knowing you’re safe and that The Joker isn’t tailing you, you deem it okay to have the breakdown you’ve been concealing from the moment his ice blue eyes met yours. You allow an audible and overwhelmed sigh to spill past your lips, tears welling in your eyes as you break into a few soft sobs.

Not wanting to stay in the parking lot for too long before you get into more trouble, you start your car. You speed off into the night, watching diligently as the club gets further and further away in your rearview mirror.

Your keys jingle in your hand as you walk through the penthouse doors. Still shaken from the nights small but stirring events, you immediately throw your clutch and heels onto the plush white sofa and head straight for the master bathroom. 

Your false, fluffy eyelashes are the first go. You pull a couple of bobby pins from your hair and take a makeup removing cloth to your face, wiping away what’s left after your tears took care of the rest. You immediately draw a bath in the large jacuzzi garden tub, sliding out of your dress and underwear. You glance in the mirror, noticing a bruise on your arm that had already begun to surface to your delicate {S/C} skin. It was dark and purple. Just like him, you think. A quiet laugh leaves your tiers, and immediately you’re unsure of why. 

You slide into the hot water and relax, dropping a fizzy, purple bath bomb into it. A smile places itself upon your lips in a strange daze of amusement as it spreads over the water and around your skin. You snap out of it again, shifting your eyes away from the purple and onto the floor. Your breathing quickens as you throw yourself into the brink of a panic attack. Why are you thinking about him? you think. You clutch your temples and submerse yourself back into the purple water, letting it rush over your mouth and nose slowly while you carefully hold your breath.

You drop your hands and relax, closing your eyes. His eyes from across the room flash in your mind, his metal grin shining against the lights as he smirks at you.. The tight possessiveness of his grip on your arm feels real all over again. It flings you out of your thoughts. 

You quickly sit up and inhale with a gasp, the water falling off of you and splashing back into the tub. Your hand reaches to grab the bottle of sweet red wine next to the tub. Ignoring the glasses, you pop the cork with the bottle opener - also at the ready, thanks to a lush for an interior designer - and take a long swig. 

Partially hanging out of the tub now, the cool air in the room kisses your wet skin, acting as the cold shower you need. You watch the lights dancing in the city below and around you through your {E/C} orbs just through the large windowed wall, trying to catch your breath. 

He’s the only thing on your mind. You feel like your sanity is slipping away from you. What was it about him that left such an impression after such a small period of time with him? You shake your head, lightly tapping the side of your damp face with your free hand as a friendly-reminder-slap while the bottle remains in the other. Catching a slight chill, you sink back into the purple water again gently as you take another drink.

“Baby, are you okay?” a sweet, familiar voice asks from the doorway.

missraion  asked:

Welcome back, then! •v• Can I request a fluffy Jimin scenario, based on the song "Can't Stand It" by Never Shout Never? Just- something fluffy like our Jimin is uvu Your blog is very nice by the way!

Can’t Stand It

When love hits you, it hits you like a two-hundred-pound, steroid-raging, six-foot-five body builder. At least, that’s how it happened for me. A hard, fast, lethal punch to my gut.

“Jimin,” her voice chirps—chirps! Like the cutest little robin or dove—her mouth turned up with excitement as we near the beach. She’s never been; never experienced the cool, jade sea pooling against her toes, sand sagging beneath her feet—her perfect little feet.

“Look! Oh, look!” Her beautiful, delicate fingers point out through the passenger window, toward that vast expanse of white sands and gulls and saltwater breeze. “It’s so beautiful, Jimin,” she murmurs so softly, so tenderly, so lovely.

“Yeah, it is,” I breathe, parking the car, glancing that fist nearing my gut—that brutal punch of love.

Love that completely snuck up in its guise of a girl with bright, wild eyes and forget-me-not smiles. The girl with the untarnished, white spirit. A girl I’d never known I had been searching for until she’d been dropped into my life—like heavenly rain in a god-forsaken drought.

My clumsy, cute, little bird.

I’m staring. Shaking my head, I fling open my door, rounding the car to her side. She plops those little yellow flip-flops on the pavement, white nails glistening in the sunlight as she steps into the salty breeze ripping off the beach. Her eyes flutter closed, hair twisting in the wind, and then, she tips back the long, smooth column of her throat to sniff the beach air.

No makeup. Genuine smile. Ratty tee-shirt and shorts covering her bathing suit.

“Perfect,” I sigh, leaning into the biting metal of the car, scorching my cheek. But, it was worth it to admire her in all of her perfection.  

“Hmm? What was that?” She swings those bright eyes toward me and I feel my stomach clench. “Oh! Here let me help, Jimin!”

Her little hands brush over mine as she grabs the towels from my grasp, leaving me with a half-full bottle of sunscreen, our cellphones, a book (for her), and a lime-colored umbrella. Pulling away from the trunk, she knocks her head on the lifted door, wincing. “Ouch—.”

“Are you ok?” Dropping the beach supplies, I shoot a glare at the inanimate object and inspect the back of her hair.

A little, embarrassed giggle escapes those strawberry pink lips, and she says, “I’m fine. Just clumsy as usual.”

Run away with me…I want to say.

“Ok.” Close enough.

We make it to the beach, belongings in toe, with no other injuries though I make sure to fuss over my wounded bird. She assures me there is no way she has a concussion, that she has walloped her skull many times in her clumsy—super-duper cute—life. But, I’m still wary. Checking her pulse discreetly with my thumb on her wrist—not even sure if that’s medically correct—and scrutinizing each blink.

If they get to be too bleary—I’m taking her to the hospital. No questions.

Nothing is going to take this girl from me—especially a concussion. Not on my watch!

“Let’s swim,” her stained, navy blue tee-shirt finds its way over her head, falling unceremoniously to the grit of sand below. “Will you do my back?” she shimmies out of her shorts, grabbing the large bottle of sunscreen.

I swallow, my breath hitching painfully in my chest. All of the blood in my body races to my cheeks. She twists her mouth to the side, waiting for a response, shaking the bottle gently. “I’ll do yours, too if you want,” she offers, rubbing some yellow lotion into her arms and legs.

My eyes are going to pop out of my head. Her bikini leaves little to the imagination. Its yellow and white straps holding up little slabs of fabric to cover what they could—which is to say, not much. Still, she looks classy…cute.


A lifeguard passes, flexing tanned muscles and toting a lifebuoy. His glorious head of hair still damp. Must have gone in after someone. Surveying the beach, he prowls along in search of another victim—I mean, prey…I mean…no, that’s really what I mean—and then, bingo! Those predatory eyes target her. My little bird.

He rolls his shoulders, cracking his neck, licking his chops like a mountain lion about to make a meal of a fawn. She was oblivious, smoothing more lotion into her skin before turning to me wordlessly and massaging some into my own. That’ll stop him, I smirk.


Leering, the slash of an excited, challenging grin broadens over his mouth as he saunters toward our towels and umbrella. I could have growled, could have sunk onto my haunches and raised my hackles to attack this new threat, but she’s placing my hands on her back, and I’m lost in the softness of her skin. Still, my eyes narrow over the red and white clad lifeguard, teeth gritting as he passes with powerful strides, shooting her a sensual smile.

She crinkles her nose and looks away, paying him no more attention than a pile of dog poo at her feet. He ducks his head; staggering under the weight of ruined pride.

I bite my lip.

Every part of me wants to kiss her, to whoop and cheer, to scream: SHE’S WITH ME! But, she’s pulling me to the ebb and flow of the tide, toes squishing in the wet sand, sliding over the smooth, wet stones, our mouths gulping the pungent sea brine with each hurried breath.

She splays those wings, splashing the refreshingly cool water with her legs. “This is amazing!” Her tinkling laugh is lost in crashing waves, swallowed up in the endless sea.

Standing still in the churning water, I admire the lines of her body; the way the sunlight catches the glistening drops of ocean spray in her hair; the way her smile echoed through every piece of me until I was wobbling on my knees. And then, something truly horrifying happened. A harsh, swift wave comes crashing into me, and as it releases back it takes something very valuable…

My trunks. My white, sodden trunks. They wink playfully far in the distance, nearing a few random surfers riding out the high, high waves.

“Jimin, I’m going to get a drink, ok? Do you want to come with me?” She was inching closer and I reflexively backed away.

This is bad. Shaking my head vigorously, I wave my hands in front of my chest, giving her a hesitant, nervous smile. “N-n-no. I’m just going to—uhm…stay here.” Forever. I add quickly, “You can use my card, it’s in my wallet under your book and towel.”

She moves closer, and I swim further out. She cannot find out about this I need to get those trunks, and fast. Waving over my shoulder, I shout, “I’ll meet you on the beach in a bit. I need to—uh—exercise. I skipped the gym this morning.”

A lie, but it was enough to send that adorable, little, yellow clad girl up the shore, toward the concession stand hiding in the corner of the beach.

Now, to swim.

Paddling my arms, I propel myself toward the surfboards and thrashing waves. But, my white swim trunks are nowhere to be seen, and no one seems to know their whereabouts—most just laugh, peering through the rippling water, as if they don’t believe my story.

“Sorry, bro. Looks like you’ll be doing the walk of shame up the beach,” a bleach-blonde surfer drawls.

I shoot him a dirty look, swimming away with a flat, “Thanks.”

I never did find my trunks. So, drifting back, I shiver in my pruned skin, hovering just beneath the water. Considering drowning myself, I held my breath. The humiliation of my nakedness suffocating every ounce of oxygen in my lungs.

But, I know that I won’t do it. I can’t do it because I have to be where she is…even if it costs me every ounce of shame I have. I have to be in her presence—her overwhelmingly perfect presence.

Well…What am I gonna do now? Gosh…this is not the way I wanted her to see me naked…

Hands grab my shoulders, hoisting me up, up, up, until I am above the water. Breathing in salty gulps of air. Her hands cling to me, eyes lining with worry as she says, “Are you ok? I thought you were drowning.”

She presses her lips to mine. A chaste, relieved kiss covering my soaking, somehow parched lips. I cough and reply, “Me too—listen—I—.”

Her eyes are wide, and she moves away as something very notable brushes her thigh. “Jimin…”

“Yeah,” I say, wishing there was an anchor tied to my foot to sink me to the bottom of this stupid sea. “I lost my shorts.”

A grin, then a snort, then an all-out fit of roaring laughter. Even when it’s at my own expense, her laugh is unbearably cute. I feel my body go stiff and red and hot as she nears me with a wicked smirk. “Well, well, guess you’re trekking up the beach nude then, huh?”

A gasp of horror falls from my mouth as she begins leading me closer to the shoreline, closer to complete and utter humiliation. But, then she stops, letting go of my shoulders with her usual gentle smile. “I’m just kidding. I’ll be right back, ok?”

And, she’s a fading yellow dot on the beach. A dread fills me suddenly, pumping through me in angry black shadows. What if she leaves me? Here? Forever? For good? I can no longer see her silhouette on the sand, can no longer hear the sound of her beautiful, heart-warming laughter.

I don’t ever want to lose her, I decide. Can’t stand the thought of it even. So, squaring my shoulders, I begin the ascent up the shore, the water revealing more and more patches of skin. People stop and stare, gasping, laughing—drooling—as I stand in all my glory.

“For love,” I remind myself, and then, love hits me right in the chest. Literally.

“Jimin!” she squeals, hurtling toward me and tackling me with a towel. “Here! Wrap this around your waist—oh my gosh.”

Her cheeks are a feverish red as she shields me with that tiny body, eyes averting toward the horizon. I quickly tie the cotton blue towel around my hips, blushing a furious shade of red. The crowd disperses, going back to their lounging and swimming and reading. But, the predatory lifeguard saunters over, looking all too pleased with himself as he kicks the two of us off the beach.

We were banned that day. But, it was still a good day. And, hey, I still have the girl one year later—one year with no end in sight.

III. and in the shadows of their dreams

summary: they’re in japan and nothing seems to make sense, so they hide in hotel rooms and pretend they can’t see what’s right in front of them, and it works, for a while. (badlands au chapter 3- based off of ‘drive’)

word count: 5.8k (chapter 3)

warnings: lots of swearing, alcohol, mentions of sex, kind of smut but also not lmao

a/n: this chapter is longer than i expected it to be and i spent so long writing it that i thought my eyes were going to fall ouT but i hope you like it, messages and feedback is always appreciated <3 also, thank you for all the support for the series!!! it seriously makes me so happy that people are enjoying it and i really hope you enjoy this chapter as well <33 as always a massive thank yuo to @adorablehowell for betaing amy you are the BEST <333 read it on ao3 here!! // chapter 1


It still baffles me that caring too much about someone drives that person away. What, is it because you’re scared of being responsible? You can’t reciprocate? You’re afraid of not being able to do the same? Because if that’s the case then I don’t want this kind of modern idealization of love if it means I’d have to hide how I feel about someone all the time just to keep things interesting.

— Keen Malasarte, tired of this bullshit convention.

Keep reading

#1, how you meet.

Carter: He’s usually not one to take a dance class, because he’s been told he has so much natural talent as it is. But this time, he’s happy he did. He’s always really liked hip hop dance, and now he’s in this class with a beautiful girl right next to him. Most of the time is spent either showing off for you, or watching as your body moves expertly to the music. By the time he’s actually paying any attention, the class is over. Just as you grab your bag, his hand grasps onto your arm gently. “Hey,” he says confidently. “I’m Carter. And you are?”

Cameron: Now that it was finally warm enough to take out your longboard, you decided to take a scenic ride by the river near your house. You step on, letting the wind flow freely through your hair as you twist and turn down the boardwalk. You stop and sit on the river for a while, suddenly being joined. “You’re really good!” a deep voice says. You look next to you and see a beautiful boy with wispy hair and big brown eyes. “I was trying to catch up to you. I’m Cameron.”  you giggle a little. “I’m (y/n).” “Cool. Wanna keep going? Maybe get to know each other a little bit?”

Nash: One sunny Saturday morning, you decided to take a bike ride through your neighbourhood. Just as you pass a park, decide to ride through and take a bit of a break. You lean your bike against a bench and sit next someone. “Hey,” he offers, putting his hand up for a half wave. “Hey.” you look at the park and see a really cute little girl playing on the monkey bars. “Aww, is she your sister?” his bright blue eyes sparkle as he turns to look at you. “Yeah, I’m Nash.” “(y/n).” “Well, (y/n)…” he stands up, handing you his phone. “I’d like to see you again. Number maybe?”

Jack J: Going to parties was kind of not his thing, but he figured ‘why not’ this time. When he gets there, he spots numerous people he knows. He bumps fists with old friends, spotting you from across the room. “Who’s that?” he nods at you. “Oh, that’s (y/n).” He keeps talking to friends for a while, but makes his way to you as soon as possible. “Hey!” he shouts over the music pulsating through the speakers. “Hey!” you smile, turning towards him. “I’m Jack. And you’re (y/n)?” you raise an eyebrow. “Wanna dance?”

Jack G: You’re at the airport waiting for your luggage. You’ve just returned from a trip visiting your friend that had moved to another state, but your luggage was on a different plane that hasn’t arrived yet. You notice a boy sitting alone and eyeing you from a few seats down. “Hey”, he finally says after about 10 minutes of waiting, “My name’s Jack. How much is a ticket for the perfect vacation that is looking into your eyes?” You smile and reply, “For you? Free.”

Shawn: You hear the bell ring above the door just behind you, followed by the sound of a skateboard scraping along the floor. “No boards in here please, its fragile.” “Sorry,” a boy says, not looking you in the face. He slowly walks up the aisle with all of the newer music, stopping at Ron Pope. You notice he keeps looking back at you, and that’s when you see his light brown eyes and crooked smile. He enthusiastically picks up an album with a smile on his face and heads over to the counter. You walk to the register and smile at him. “Good choice, this is my favourite album by him,” you say, seeing a blush spread across his face. “It’s mine too, I’m Shawn,” he says nervously picking at the edge of his nails. “Well Shawn, that’ll be $23.50,” you state, wishing he wouldn’t leave so fast. He hands you exact change and starts to head out the door, before turning around and saying “You never told me your name.” you smile and reply, “(y/n), my names (y/n).”

Matt: You can feel the tears pricking at the side of your eyes but you refuse to let them fall as you walk quickly through the almost empty park. You lie down carefully, looking to see if anyone was watching before letting your tears fall freely, covering your face as you weep. You feel a hand on your shoulder, and quickly you turn and see a blond teenage boy squatting next to you. “Are you okay?” he asks, studying your face as your eyes fall to the ground. You can feel the tears building even more as you shake your head no. A panicked look crosses his face before a smile spreads over his lips. “What does a frog drink?” you look at him puzzled before letting out a small “what”. “roaka-cola!” he says enthusiastically. You laugh more at his sad attempt than the joke itself, but it cheers you up enough to look up. “Do you wanna go somewhere to talk about what’s wrong…?” “(y/n).” you shake your head and he gives you his hand as he helps you up. “Well (y/n), I’m Matthew and it’s nice to meet you.”

Aaron: Today you’re going to look at puppies up for adoption. You’ve wanted a dog for the longest time, and now since you’re living with a roommate instead of your parents, you can finally get one. You’re so busy cooing and looking at the dogs that you run right into someone. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” a boy with big, chocolate brown eyes says, blushing. “No, it was totally my fault,” you reply sheepishly, “I was too busy looking at the dogs.” “Me too, these little guys are so funny!” You stand next to the boy and see a baby pug sitting in its water bowl. “I’m (y/n), What’s your name?” “Aaron. It’s great to meet you, (y/n).”

Hayes: You’ve never been very flexible, but somehow you made it on the cheerleading squad. The night of the first football game arrived and you were so nervous. You sat on the bleachers and tried to mentally prepare yourself when you heard a voice behind you. “Shouldn’t you be, uh, practising or something?” You look up and see a boy in football gear. “I could ask you the same question,” you reply. “I like to come out here before games to get psyched. I like thinking that in about an hour someone will be sitting here cheering me on. It’s a great feeling, being on the field. I’m Hayes, the quarterback. What’s your name?”

Taylor: You’ve just stormed away from dinner with your boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, rather. You found out from his little sister that he had brought another girl home while you were on vacation. You were stunned. You didn’t know where to go, so you drove your car into the nearest parking lot, got out, collapsed onto the curb, and just sat there with your head in your lap. “Hey! Are you okay?” You hear someone yell from a few feet away. “Because you look fine as hell.” The voice was closer now. You look up and see a boy wearing a bandanna, and you can’t help but grin a little bit. “Smooth.” you say. “I’m Taylor, and you look like you could use some love. I know a great place down the street. Would you please join me?”

Sam: You scan through your dashboard, bored out of your mind. You just got back from work at the coffee shop down the street and had absolutely nothing to do. You open another tab and search in twitter, hoping something there would catch your eye, that’s when you noticed you had a reply. Your heart starts to race as you remember you tweeting Sam Wilkinson this morning. You slowly scan what he says over 3 times “@y/t/n hey I hope you have a wonderful day too.” A smile dominates your face as you tweet him again, and see a notification pop saying you have a new follower. You can’t help but feel happiness dictate your body. Suddenly you hear a dm and see Sam’s icon on the side. You two don’t stop talking the whole night.

Dillon: You’d been walking in the park for hours, you barely realize it’s dark. You see a shadow across the park and your heart starts to race, now is not the time to die. You feel your chest start to close as the figure got closer, but once he was under the street light you could see he was about your age, and wore a genuine smile. “What are you doing here this late?” he asks, sitting on the plastic dinosaur in front of you. “I’m not going home so I’m here.” You say. He gets up, a worried look spreads across his face. “Well, you can’t stay here all night,” he states, coming closer than a stranger should. “Come home with me.” He says, reaching out his hand. You smile at him and gladly take it. You walk with him, and don’t end up going home that night. 

Jacob: You’re at Starbucks, where you usually spend your afternoons studying for your exams, when a boy you’ve never seen before walks in and orders. He then sat down close to you. “Hi,” you said shyly, “I’ve never seen you around before.” “Oh, I just moved here. Why?” “Oh, no reason really, I was just wondering. Why don’t you come join me? I’m (y/n).” “Jacob,” he says, a smile spreading across his face.