god how I miss this show you have no idea

I like to pretend that I would slam the door in your face if I found you on my doorstep five years from now. I like to think that, given what happened, I’d tell you to get lost and never call me again. If you’d ask why, I’d list all the things you’d ever done to me, all the times you’d broken my heart and made me feel like being myself wasn’t enough. I like to pretend I’d recognise you for the waste of time and tears you were. That you still are.

But there is that small part of me that is afraid. That small part of me that would hold open the door for you and invite you in, the part that would offer you a cup of coffee and remember that you like it with too much sugar. The part of me that still craves your presence on some days and misses the way you brushed my hair from my forehead or
how you laughed too loud or swore too much or let me call you in the middle of the night when I couldn’t sleep.

There is one thing I’m sure of, though. I hope you never show up on my doorstep again because God, I have no idea what I would do.

—  5 years from now
n.j.
Cherry Blossoms [IV] - a chanyeol story

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

I start school in a little over a week and I haven’t been working so much, so it’s looking like I’ll have this series done in a week or two 😅  Hope you all enjoy! 

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight

Plot: You finally admit to yourself that maybe, just maybe, you aren’t over Chanyeol yet.

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader


Reader

Time stopped as I stood firmly in place, attempting to do anything but look at the man standing directly in front of me. He was close enough for me to touch him, and oh, how I ached to do so. I had just dreamt of this face, and yet the face in front of me wasn’t the face I had seen in my dreams. His skin looked worn, his hair was shorter and darker than I remembered, and he looked far too thin for his lengthy frame. Before I could stop myself, I slowly reached my arm out to bridge the gap between us. His face looked uncertain, and I saw how his gaze never left the ring on my finger. I took one step, then another, until I was close enough to wrap my arms around him.

I immediately felt home

Home was Chanyeol, his warm arms and raucous laughter, his velvety voice singing me to sleep. I had missed this feeling more than I remembered. How had I let so much time pass without feeling his arms around me? His worn fingers gently cupped my jawline, and I flinched, but then melted into his rough hands. I closed my eyes and basked in the feeling of his hand on my cheek, his fingers tracing gentle shapes on my skin. I listened to the sound of the waves breaking, the seagulls calling, children laughing over tall ice cream cones. 

Chanyeol looked at me as if I were going to disappear out of thin air, and a creeping thought in the back of my mind told me that disappearing would be an excellent idea. I hesitantly pulled away from his caress, and as I did, I felt whatever spell we were under break.

I am engaged. I am going to marry another man. I care about him, I trust him, and I know that my life will be simple and stable with him. I am not in love with Park Chanyeol, not anymore. I was once, and it was the best, worst, most heartbreaking ten years of my life. Those days are long gone. Just standing here in front of him was enough to bring back memories of waiting for someone who wasn’t going to call, who didn’t care enough to be here for the big stuff. I looked at him with unintended spite and finally opened my mouth to speak.

“Chanyeol, what are you doing here? What are we doing here?” His eyes opened wide at the cutting tone of my voice, and he began talking quickly, too quickly. “I have been looking for you for years, and I had just given up, but then I had a dream about you. And I knew I would find you soon, and now here you are, in front of me! God, you have no idea how much I missed-“
I scoffed at these words, interrupting his nervous chatter. “Chanyeol, I do know how much you missed me. I missed you just as much every time you left, every time you hung up the phone, every time I waited for you and you never showed. I stayed up for three extra hours that last night. I made the popcorn, I set up Netflix, I lit candles. I ate every single piece of popcorn myself and watched the candles burn until the wax dripped to the floor. I know what missing someone feels like. And you are the one who caused me that pain.”

He stepped back, shocked, as if my words caused him physical torment. He cast his gaze down, unable to look at me. I had never seen him like this. Perennially happy Chanyeol couldn’t even paste a smile on his face, and I was surprised by how uneasy that made me. I sighed and swallowed, beginning to feel the dark haze slink back over me once again. I spent so many months missing him so much that I could hardly breathe, physically feeling his loss in more ways than I cared to remember. But now, I am okay. I’ve been okay for a long time, and here he comes, with the absolute nerve to interrupt me when I am trying to have a perfectly peaceful day at the beach to myself. No, he was not going to have me back that easy; not that he could have me back, anyway. I couldn’t let this happen.

“Chanyeol, I can’t do this. I’m engaged, I’m getting married early next year. You shouldn’t have come up to me, and I shouldn’t have spoken to you. I really hope you’re doing well.” I felt his hand gently clasp around my wrist, and from behind him I saw his friend Minseok running towards him, shouting his name as he wiped away sweat. 

“Listen… I completely understand why you feel the way you do, and I know that I do not deserve a minute of your attention. Minseok and I are staying the night in town, and if you want a drink, or you want to talk, I’ll give you the address to my hotel.” I frowned as he pulled a business card out of his front jacket pocket, and shook my head as I snatched the card from his hand. I walked backwards, not ready to break our eye contact, feeling tears well up in my eyes. 

“Goodbye, Chanyeol.”

I turned around and started running as fast as I could.


I quickly fished in my beach bag for my keys with one hand while I wiped the tears from my face with the other. God, I really fucking wish I hadn’t seen Chanyeol today. I wish I hadn’t dreamt about him and I sure as hell wish I hadn’t heard his damn voice when I was trying to shower. I was furious; angry that the person I had been running away from came waltzing back into my life as if he had never left. As if I had never made him leave.

I collapsed into my armchair, extremities shaking from the effort I exerted. I should have yelled at him, I should have told him how I suffered without him when he was supposed to be by my side. I needed a dose of reality. I pulled out my phone and dialed Jin Woo. I knew a phone call with my fiancé would bring me back to the way life was supposed to be.

For the first time in our relationship, he did not answer the phone.

I cursed as I threw my phone on my couch in indignation. He was supposed to be the reliable one. He knew what I had been through; at least, the fact that my ex boyfriend broke my heart. I needed consistency. He knew how important it was to me that he answers his phone, and he had done it every single time… until now. ‘I guess even perfect people aren’t perfect, huh?’ I spoke aloud even though I was home alone, with only my cat to listen to me.

I picked up Snowball and began combing her long fur with my fingers. I couldn’t get Chanyeol out of my mind. He was still in my head, still in my skin, and still in my entire being. Distance couldn’t keep him from being the best part of me, the part of me I had been missing since the day I told him to leave. I had only been in his presence for five minutes, and already I was once again consumed with everything about him.

I forced thoughts of my former love out of my life, and thought about Jin Woo. He brought me flowers to our first date, picked me up precisely on time, and dropped me off before eleven PM. In our first spring of dating, he didn’t want to walk through the park after dinner. He said the cherry blossoms had a sickly smell, almost like cough syrup. Where Chanyeol was daring, he was tentative. His life wasn’t consumed by art, or music, or new horizons. Our life was simple, black and white. There was nothing questionable about it.

But there was no excitement, either. If life with Jin Woo was monotone, cocktail parties and volunteer work, life with Chanyeol was in brilliant technicolor. It was a constant adventure, filled with spontaneity. Sure, he wasn’t reliable, and that damn boy couldn’t be on time if his life depended on it. But he was color, and I was greyscale, longing for even a hint of bright blue.

I couldn’t live the rest of my life with this doubt. I put down my cat and walked deliberately to my jewelry box. I carefully slipped the diamond ring off my finger, feeling a twinge of guilt as I shut the box closed.


I stood in front of a dark brown door, palms shaking, asking myself over and over if I were making the right choice. Catching up couldn’t hurt, right? But I needed to be sure. I needed one more sign.

I heard a song emitting from behind the door; a sorrowful song that I knew, somehow, was intended for me. I listened to it and heard the agony behind every note. It sounded like an wish, it sounded like it was begging for someone to hear it. I closed my eyes. I knew without question what I needed to do next. I needed closure, I needed to know why I couldn’t shake this man from my mind. Why I still, after all of the years, felt him so deeply that I ached in every single piece of me.

I timidly reached out a hand and knocked on the hotel room door.

anonymous asked:

Yandere UT, UF, and MT Bros react to finding out that their SO who they thought was dead actually just pulled a Juliet and managed to realistically fake their death to run away?

Oh shit ~ Mod God


UT Sans: He begins to look stalk you again. Waiting to see if you’ve changed. If you haven’t changed that much, you’ll wake up one day in his room. You have no idea how.

UT Papyrus:  He runs up to you and gives you a crushing hug. “I’M SO GLAD YOU’RE OKAY! I MISSED YOU!” He starts “conveniently” showing up where ever you are.

UF Sans: He’s beyond angry. How dare you leave him like that. You weren’t dead then, but you will be. He’ll make sure of it.

UF Papyrus: He calmly walks up to you, grabs you, and drags you home. You won’t be leaving this time. He cuts off you legs and chains you to the wall. You. Will. Stay.

MT Sans: You’re lucky. Once he thought you were dead he moved on to another target. He can only focus on one thing at a time. He doesn’t even give you a second glance.

MT Papyrus: He walk up and starts talking to you like nothing ever happened. He just starts over. There’s no escape.

To Succor a Calico Cat

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

*Prompt-:“Person A and Person B are lifelong rivals and neighbors, but when an issue in the apartment building occurs, Person A ends up having to room with Person B” 

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Since your days as a middle schooler in Busan, you and Jimin didn’t really share a friendly rivalry. But a certain calico cat makes your paths cross again…

“A calico cat has three colors.”

He then bitterly chuckles.

“It’s funny. I do art for a living, but I see more colors in you than in my life.”

-Artist!Jimin and Artist!Reader, Architect!Jimin InteriorDesigner! Reader feat. a very special calico cat

-I maaaay be really inaccurate with their professions but like bear with me here lol

-A lil angst…but…Fluff? Fluff. Short entry for @nightbts writing contest!

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QUESTIONING {part 3 of HACKED}

Yoongi looked up from his spot on the couch.

How would you know that’s true? He asked, his voice significantly smaller than it had been moments ago.

From these. You showed him a packet of records. From what you could comprehend, Yoongi’s father had been training and using Yoongi to hack into various government systems around the world. At a young age, Yoongi had tested with a higher IQ and his father ran with it, ultimately letting Yoongi take the fall.

So I can’t hack into my own records, but you can look at other files of mine? Yoongi asked and you shook your head.

I wasn’t looking for you, I was looking through logs to see how to handle people with your personality and I stumbled on your name. Why didn’t you tell me who your father was? You tried to figure it out for the nights leading up to today, but nothing made sense. He had a different name and his father wasn’t known to have a family.

I took my mother’s name at birth. I’m a bastard to my father and I was used like a militant child. They sat me in a room and tested me for various abilities. Finally, when I hacked into that guy’s account in high school, my father realized what they could use me for. So I began working in the government, hacking into security servers and formulating data so that the government could blackmail. You watched as Yoongi angrily spouted off his frustrations. His father seemed like a horrible politician who wanted nothing more than to control him and the country. A part of you cracked. You had been subjected to similar issues, your mother using you as a permanent test subject. But I got so tired of watching the citizens of my own country get fucked over. I cracked. I finally went off and released documents.

You went after your father. You said in a dazed way. You looked at Yoongi, who had his head hung.

He’s old, he doesn’t deserve me going after him like that. Although he treated me like shit, I’m still his kid. For the first time, you saw remorse in Yoongi’s action. A sweet side to a rather bitter man. But a part of you was angered by this.

How could you say that? He’s a horrible man for doing that. God, I thought that I wanted you to show remorse, but there’s a huge part of me that wants to beat the shit out of your dad. You responded, you didn’t have any idea what had gotten into you. Tears welled up in your eyes and your vision went red. I … I … UGH. You slammed your fist down on the coffee table and Yoongi let out a bit of a chuckle.

Hold on there, little miss feisty. I did what I could, but I paid for it. The people now have access to the documents and can see how the government fucked them over. I did my deed. He shrugged and you watched him lay back like he had done for the past week and close his eyes.

Oh shut the fuck up. You spat and Yoongi opened his eyes and looked at you. You continue to behave poorly. You’re not content with your circumstances, but you’re playing the noble hero card. You scoffed and Yoongi sat up, looking you dead in the eye. Huh, well, today’s session is over. You pointed to the clock and Yoongi continued to stare you in the eye. Not making any movements to leave, Yoongi just sat there, his gaze not budging from yours. You started to stand, when Yoongi reached out and grabbed your hand. You eyed the button that sat on the table next to you, it was meant for security situations, if you pushed it, the guards would rush in. Your mind contemplated pushing it, but Yoongi saw you look and quickly dropped your hand.

I’m not a bad guy. I just wanted you to know that. This entire experience hasn’t been the worst thing to happen to me, in a way, I’m free because I’m here. I’m not under my father’s constant watch. So I’m not remorseful because in a way, this opened doors for me. He shrugged again, but you saw something else in his eyes.

Okay. Well we can pick this up on Friday. You said and Yoongi’s eyes shot up at you.

Friday? Why Friday? Why aren’t you here for the week? He erupted with a myriad of questions. His eyes darted around the room and you realized so much from that small interaction.

You need to calm down. I’m going to come back. You reassured him, but he didn’t seem completely convinced. You realized that within a week, Yoongi had formed a connection to you. He saw you as a constant in his world and someone who was willing to vouch for him. Sitting back down, you timidly took hold of Yoongi’s hand. I have some connections of my own in the government and I think I have a case to help you. You said quietly. Yoongi looked into your eyes and it felt as though a scared child was staring back. A piece of your heart broke as you looked deep into his eyes.

A case? He asked and you nodded.

Everyone is in here for a reason that they caused, but a person who is forced to do a crime is seen as innocent and the person who forced them into the crime is the guilty one. You said before letting go of his hand and standing up again. Yoongi sat there, his eyes staring at an empty part of the room, and you could tell his mind was racing. Yoongi, you have to leave my office now. You said and he stood up only giving you a small wave and exiting without a word.

You packed up your things. The next day you made your way to your friend’s office, sitting in front of him, you laid out the case.

So Min Yoongi, the convicted government hacker, is actually innocent? Y/N, I thought you usually helped people that are insane, but looks like you’re the insane one here. You rolled your eyes.

Look at his documents, his statements don’t make sense. The government changed his transcripts so it made it look like he worked alone. I swear he’s innocent, his dad is the one who put him up to this. You ran your mouth at your friend who sat back in his chair.

I’m a second year at this firm, I can’t be bringing a case against one of the top government officials, saying that his illegitimate son was used as a pawn and that he’s actually a horrible man while his son is innocent! I’ll end up jobless! You looked at him and pleaded.

But that’s exactly what happened! You yelled and your friend looked around. Giving a sigh, he held out his hand.

Give me the documents, but don’t be upset if this goes nowhere. He said in an exasperated tone and you gladly tossed the documents to him.

This was the beginning of the trial of the century.

See Right Through Me (Harry Wells x Reader)

Rating: T

Summary: Waking up in S.T.A.R. Labs, with no recollection of how you got there, you suffer from a mild head injury. Strange things start happening to you; seeing things you shouldn’t be seeing. Tests on you are led by the man known as Harrison Wells and what is up with his peculiar behaviour around you?

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Complicated (Prt5) - Barry Allen x Reader

Complicated (Part 5) - Barry Allen x Reader

A/N: ahhh srry

Summary: After waking up from a two year coma & catching up with Barry, the reader has a little chat with her brother, Oliver Queen. Except, everyone seems to be acting oddly, what could they be hiding?

Disclaimer: I’ve never actually watched Arrow, I apologize for that.

Warnings: suggestive themes ? swearing

Word count: 1,300 ish

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Company Of Neighbors

Originally posted by imagine-characters

Gif not mine


I don’t know exactly where it came from but I was inspired to write Matt so if he’s not in character sorry. If you have any ideas for some more Christmas/Winter stories send them in I would love to have them. Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 667


“Mom I’m sorry, I just… I can’t get a ticket. I’m not coming home for Christmas.” You apologize as you heard your Mother’s sniffle clearly trying to hold back tears.

“We miss you so much baby, but we understand.” Your Mother’s voice was shaky and made your throat tighten up. “We love you and hope you have a good Christmas.”

“I love you guys too bye Mom.” You whispered ending the call and whipping the tears that ran down your face. You missed your parents terribly and knew that you’re spending the holidays alone made everything worse. You had moved to New York just three years prior, and every year you were able to purchase a ticket back to Oregon. This year however money was tight, and you couldn’t save enough money for the ticket which broke your heart. “Can’t believe I’m going to spend Christmas alone.” You sighed unaware of the eavesdropper next door.

Matt had just come home from the office when he overheard Your conversation with your mother. It was saddening to hear you so disappointed when you were usually so excited about the holidays. During the talks in the halls, you would always gush over finally being able to see your family, saying how much you missed them. Now hearing your quiet sobs broke his heart, he just couldn’t let you spend Christmas alone.

***

You tried to keep the holiday cheer, you really did, but when you’re sitting in your dark apartment alone, it doesn’t fill you with Christmas spirit. You attempted to make this lonely Christmas Eve a little bit better by baking cookies, but you remembered you had no food, so you ordered pizza.

Sitting on the couch with the greasiest and cheapest pizza you could find, you tried to get caught up on some shows you missed through the week. Taking another bite, you hear a knock on the door. Placing the slice in the box, you quickly walk to the door wondering who would be at your door at nine o'clock on Christmas. Opening it you neighbor Matt stood in the hall with a plate of cookies in his hand.

“Thought you might want some company.” He smiled motioning towards the sugar cookies.

“I have no idea how you knew I’d be here, but god I’m so glad you’re here.” You grinned moving away from the door letting Matt walk in. Taking the plate of treats from his hands placing them counter and turning towards the man.

“A friend made the cookies; she loves to bake,” Matt answered to the question you had thought to ask but went against, not wanting to come off rude. “And I brought this… you mentioned that you and your family would watch this every Christmas Eve, so I thought we could keep the tradition alive.” He leaned his cane against the couch and took off his jacket.

Grabbing the DVD case from Matt’s hand, you look at the cover of your favorite Christmas movie. You were now gushing to the brink of tears at the kind gesture from Matt. Walking forward, you embrace him in a big hug, nuzzling your face in his neck, which he responded by wrapping his arms around your torso.

“Thank you so much, Matt this means a lot to me.”

“Of course, it’s my pleasure to make this crappy Christmas a little bit better.” He smiled. Breaking out of the hug, you lead Matt to the couch.

“I have some pizza if you want any?” You offered, putting the disc in the DVD player.

“That would be wonderful.”

Halfway through the movie, you had dozed off on Matt’s shoulder. He was careful to stay still as he listened to your steady heart beat and quiet breath. New York began to awake signaling that Christmas had finally come.

Kissing you on the forehead, he softly whispers “Merry Christmas Y/N.”


The ending was kinda crappy but I didn’t know how else to end it. But let me know what you thought and I will see you all next time.

Do I change God’s mind?

Anonymous asked: Do you believe a Christian - a person truly saved by grace through faith in Jesus Christ - can fall so far from God that they change His will for their life?

Unka Glen answered: In the long run, and in the broad strokes, no.

It doesn’t make a lot of sense to me that God would put together a plan for my life, or yours, based on basically perfect behavior. Because neither of us are anywhere close to perfect.

Also, it doesn’t make much sense that God would be surprised by our sins. Oh, to those of us who can be in a bit of denial, we can sometimes shock ourselves with how wrong we can suddenly find ourselves acting. But God sees it all coming.

In truth, all my mistakes, all my shortcomings, all my past sins have become part of my calling, not a detriment to it. I can speak to the rock solid fact that God loves sinners, because I am one. I can speak to His grace, and mercy, and forgiveness, and patience, because He’s given me and my sinful ways all of that and more.

Now, yes, in the short run I will lose out on certain blessings, I will miss some amazing opportunities, and I will suffer the consequences of my actions. That’s just how life works. But God is turning all my setbacks into comebacks, almost as if the possibility of those setbacks was built into the plan from the beginning.

I wonder what it would do to our brains if God showed us all the blessings we miss out on every day. What would it be like to have the eyes to see the opportunities all around us, and to suddenly have the courage to take hold of them?

How often do we ignore a blessing altogether, because we’re busy trying to get God to make our own bad ideas work? I can’t tell you how many times I’ve begged God to sign off on my bad ideas and make them somehow into something other than a total disaster.

Finally, you asked about “falling far from God”, but I have to say, every time I’ve fallen, God was right there with me. God is never far away. The Good Shepherd always searches for His lost sheep.

Okay because I can’t keep my mouth shut and do my damn work:

Look the thing that’s really killing me about DashingFrost is THOR 2. Let me elaborate.

By the time the movie happens they’ve been at this on and off for centuries and Fandral is just at a total loss at what has become of his prince when Loki comes back collared and in chains and his heart is heavy but it’s still Loki. So Fandral will continue to love him, even if it’s from afar for now, but augh THOR 2.

1. Fandral is the one to deliver the news about Frigga because he can’t bear to let anyone else tell Loki. Loki cannot show his feelings to Fandral because that would be admitting how much he’s imploding inside over Frigga’s death. 2. Fandral making comments about Loki falling into the boat because it’s the only way he can deal with Loki being in prison, like a subtle reminder I’m still here and I know about your princely grace. Intimately. I miss you.  God though I am intensely interested in this ship. Anyone who knows my shipping preferences is probably somewhat aware of my predilection for Loki/Mental Health, and I feel like this damn ship has so much potential. I love the idea of them having adventures on their own around the castle, and I love the implications of Loki having someone in Thor’s circle of friends who is more his than Thor’s. /feelings
One Direction Preference #2 - He has a breakdown being away from you

Part 2

Louis:

It was 3 a.m. in the morning and he was sobbing in between his hands. He blames the alcohol for making him so emotional, but he couldn’t help it. He drank and he drank, hoping it would wash away his thoughts. Little did he know it made him worse. He needed to see you again. He needed to touch you, and feel his lips on yours. He needed you here with him. He quickly took his phone and dialed your number. “Hello?” Your voice rung through his ears calming him down. “Y/N.” He says weakly. “Lou, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” He sniffles and shakes his head letting another tear roll down his cheek. “Y/N, I need you.” He hears you sigh. “Louis, have you been drinking again?” He remains silent. “Lou, you know the affect alcohol has on you.” “I’m sorry I just…I miss you.” You sigh again. “I miss you too babe.” It hurt you to hear him like this, crying his eyes out. “I promise I’ll come visit you as soon as I can.” You say. “Will you?” “Yes.” He smiles slightly. “I love you.” He says. “I love you too.”

Liam:

He was a mess without you. He had changed quite a lot ever since he had to break up with you. He didn’t want to, but he had to because he knew he’d miss you too much while on tour. The only problem was that it has already been three months and he hasn’t gotten over you. You already have another boyfriend so there wasn’t anything else he could do. After a show, he went straight to the bathroom and locked the door. He completely broke down and sobbed. “Mate, you alright?” A voice said behind the door. It was Niall. “You’ve been in there for an hour.” Liam sniffled. “Liam you’re scaring me, let me in.” He eventually obliged and opened the door. Niall sighed when he looks at him. His eyes were red and his tears had dried on his cheeks. “It’s her isn’t it?” He nodded and threw himself on Niall for a hug. Niall always had the best hugs. “It’s alright. Everything is going to be alright.” Niall said. Liam hadn’t even noticed that he was starting to sob on his shoulder. “Liam, don’t take this the wrong way but I need to wee so…” “Oh, sorry mate.” He broke the hug and dried his tears. Niall entered the bathroom. “Oh and one more thing, she has broken up with her boyfriend.” “What? how do you know that?” “She told me.” “Since when did you guys start talking?” “Since about an hour ago.” Liam furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “You’ll understand later.” He smirked.            

Niall:

“He’s been like this for a week already.” Zayn says to Harry. The two boys stare at the once happy go lucky Irish boy they call their best friend. But now something is wrong. He isn’t the same giddy blonde boy he once was. “I’ll go talk to him.” Harry says. He carefully approaches him, thinking of what to say. Niall was sitting on the couch staring at the ground. His palms were clammy and his bottom lip was between his teeth. “Niall?” His head turns to Harry, forgetting about his thoughts. “Are you okay?” He sighs and shuts his eyes. He thinks about you. He thinks about your reaction just a week ago when he broke up with you and how much regret he felt. “Niall?” “S-sorry.” He mumbled. “You’re worrying us mate. All the boys are wondering what’s up with you.” Harry’s taking a seat next to him. “I’m fine.” He says weakly. He remembers your sobs on the other end of the phone and how much it broke him. “Niall. We know something is wrong. Come on you know you can talk to us.” He puts his hand on his shoulder. “It’s just…it’s…it’s Y/N.” “What about her?” He sighs again. “I broke up with her.” His eyes widen, clearly surprised. “I thought things were going well between you guys.” “They are…well…were.” “Then why did you break up with her?” “Because I’m not going to see her for months Harry. I don’t think I can handle that. I needed to let her go before I fall too hard.” “Niall, I-” Harry is interrupted by Niall sobbing. His head in between his hands, the tears rolling down his cheeks. Harry had no idea how to react. He quickly brought him into a hug. “I miss her so much.” He mumbles. Harry sighs. He has never seen his best friend like this. “Niall, I think it’s obvious you have already fallen too hard.” Niall nods and breaks the hug. “God I’m such a fucking idiot. She’ll never take me back.” “Hey, don’t say that. Talk to her.” He nods. “I will.”            

Zayn:

The boys had just finished their show and Zayn came off the stage disappointed. It was definitely not his best show. He didn’t give it his all. He missed his high notes and forgot lyrics. “Nice job boys!” Liam said coming off the stage. He noticed Zayn standing in the corner staring at a wall. “Hey you okay mate?” Zayn turned around surprised. “Oh yeah yeah I’m alright.” He smiles weakly. “You seemed a little off today. You sure you are okay?” “I told you I’m fine.” He quickly turns around to hide the tear sliding down his cheek. “Fuck.” He mumbles. “Zayn.” Zayn quickly runs into the closest room he found and locks the door. It was a closet. He sobs for what seems for hours. He leaned against the door with his eyes squeezed shut. He looked like a mess. He needed to hear your voice. He dialed your number. “Pick up. Pick up.” It went straight to voicemail. “Fuck!” He threw his phone across and slid down against the door. He was having a huge breakdown. “I need you.” He sobs. His phone suddenly started ringing and he picked it up. “Hello?” “Zayn? Did you call?” He instantly felt more relaxed after hearing your voice. “Y/N.” “Zayn? Are you okay?” “I miss you.” He chokes out. “Zayn.” You say sadly. “I need you…here.” “Zayn. I know you do but I can’t right now.” “Y/N I-” “I have to go.” You say. Your boss was getting pissed at you for taking a short break. He sighs. “I love you Zayn.” You tell him. “I love you Y/N.”

Harry:

“Come back to bed babe.” The blonde girl says sprawled on the bed. “Yeah just one second. I’ll be right back.” He went into the bathroom and locked it. He leaned against the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. “I’m such a fuck up.” He says. He so badly wanted to kick something but he didn’t want the blonde girl to get distracted. “What have I done?” He runs his hand through his curls and sighs. “I have to tell her.” He dials your number nervously and puts it against his ear. “Hello?” “Y/N.” He says. “You alright?” “No I-” “What’s wrong?” He sighs and shuts his eyes. “There’s something you should know.” “W-what is it?” You say nervously. “I-I.” “You what?” “I cheated on you.” He blurted out. He covered his face with one hand, expecting the worst. “Y-you what?” He remained silent. “Harry answer me. Tell me you’re just joking.” “I’m not. I’m so-” He hears a sniffle on the other end making him regretful. “Y/N, believe me, I’m really sorry about this.” You were speechless. “Y/N. Say something please.” “Is she there?” “What?” “The girl you cheated on me with.” “N-no I mean yes well…yes she is.” Her sobs grew louder. “I don’t expect you to forgive me.” He sighs. “We can’t be together Harry.” The words crush Harry. He knew this was coming. “I-I understand.” He tries to hold back the sobs by biting his bottom lip. “But I want to see you one last time.” His voice cracks. He hadn’t seen you in 3 months. “How?” She says weakly. “Whenever I can.” “No you know what no. I don’t want to see you ever again!” She yells. The words stung. His eyes squeezed shut as yet another tear falls out. “Babe-” “Don’t call me that.” “I’m so-” “I have to go.” You say and end the call. Harry drops the phone and covers his face with his hands. “Fuck!” He kicks the door leaving a mark there. “Harry everything alright there?” The girl says. He ignores her and sobs loudly. “What have I done.” He says. “I’m such a fuck up!” He sobs. He collapses on the ground and sobs. “Harry open up!” He continues ignoring her. He was just thinking of you. He lost the most important person in his life. He dials your number again but he isn’t surprised that you don’t pick up. He decides to leave a voicemail. “I can’t just be away from you.” He sobs. “I love you.”               

Missing You

Character: Louis Tomlinson

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2061

A/N : This one shot was sort of, but not really based on this song.


You knew it was a horrible idea the moment you’d agreed to it, but nothing on earth could’ve stopped you from agreeing to meet him for “coffee” earlier this afternoon. You and Louis had been broken up for nearly six whole months, but before that you had been in a relationship for almost two years. In the beginning things were perfect between you two, so perfect that most of the time you thought you were dreaming. However, near the end of your seemingly perfect relationship, everything went to shit. He got more and more distant with each passing day, while you got more and more pushy. You thought of him as the love of your life, the man you were meant to spend the rest of your life with, so of course you’d want to take the next step with him and move in together, but he had other plans. The more you pushed him, the more you fought and the more you fought, the more he shut himself off. The arguing and the hurtful exchange of words went on for a while, until one night you’d finally had enough and you uttered the words that you’ve been regretting since they left your mouth, “We’re done! Get the fuck out of my house.”

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Oh Come On!

**SPOILER ALERT**

Summary: After getting Sam back from the British Men of Letters, everyone decides to take a break. Sam needs time to heal, Mary needs time to adjust to this new world, and Y/N and Dean need to work on rekindling their relationship after the whole Amara situation. But when things start getting steamy in the back seat of the Impala Dean remember’s the look his mom gave him, when seeing Baby again.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester,  Amara (mentioned), Reader.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: All smutty goodness and language

Word Count: 1,722

A/N: I’m not sure if anyone has done this yet, but I couldn’t help but write this after watching Supernatural 12x01.  Once I started writing it I couldn’t stop, I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I do!


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He Comes Home From Tour

Luke:

I’m standing in the airport with Liz and the rest of Luke’s family. Today would be the day that Luke is coming home from tour. Earlier today, I got a text message from him saying that he misses me and he can’t wait to see me. As I’m waiting, a cool breeze blows by and raises goosebumps on my skin. Fans have lined up, just to catch a glimpse of the boys. It’s been seven months since I’ve last seen Luke and the rest of 5SOS. I would tell you that I’m not nervous, but then I’d be lying. I’m afraid that he’s going to walk off that plane and through the terminal doors and tell me that he doesn’t love me anymore.

“Hey!” I turn to my left to see Jack and his girlfriend, Celeste.

“What’s up?” I ask.

“Why does it look like you’re about to shit your pants?”

“Jack! You can’t ask her that!” Celeste says, slapping Jack’s arm as he laughs. “What’s up Y/N?”

“I’m just nervous, afraid even.” Liz overhears this and walks up to the three of you.

“Why’s that sweetheart?” She asks.

“He’s been gone for seven months. That’s roughly 213 days. I’ve barely had anytime to talk to him, between school and work. Every time I got a chance to talk to him, he would either be playing a show or sleeping and I knew that he needed sleep and I didn’t want to disturb it. And I know I shouldn’t be feeling this way, because I mean you guys have it worse than I do! I mean he’s your son,” I point to Andrew and Liz. “And your guys’ brother. I just happen to be the girl who’s heart he stole. And I’m not to sure if he wants to keep it. I feel as if he’s going to see me and tell me he doesn’t want me anymore. I’m so afraid that he found someone better. That someone else stole his heart. I’m afraid, he found someone who could answer his calls when he calls or can fly out whenever to visit him on tour. I’m afraid he found his dream girl, the one who’s tall, drop dead gorgeous, has everything he ever wanted in a girl. Someone who doesn’t have stretch marks on her thighs or stomach. Someone who doesn’t have insecurities. Someone who can love him unconditionally, and doesn’t care what others think of her. I’m afraid he found someone who he doesn’t have to remind everyday that’s she’s beautiful. I’m afraid. And I… I just..” I couldn’t even finish my sentence because I was choking on my own sobs. At this point, I was so busy ranting over my insecurities, that I didn’t hear the roaring screams of the fans.

Luke’s Point of View:

After saying hello to the fans, I go to look for my family and my beautiful girlfriend. We haven’t spoken much, because of my busy schedule and her schooling and work. I finally catch a glimpse of Y/N and my family. As I’m walking towards them I hear Y/N speaking about her insecurities. It breaks my heart to hear my girlfriend say those things when she is the only one I think about. I see my mom and Celeste try to calm Y/N, but I don’t even give them the chance to before I’m walking over to her. Y/N’s sobs have now turned into sniffles when my arms circle around her waist and my head is placed on her shoulder.

“Hi, beautiful,” I whisper in her ear. I don’t even give her the chance to talk. “I heard what you said. I hope you know that none of that is true. Sure we haven’t talked very much since tour started, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to forget about you and fall in love with someone else. I will always want you. I could never find someone better than you. You are the best of the best. You keep me happy. You put a smile on my face. You are the first thing on my mind and the reason I go to bed with a smile on my face. Going to bed, meant one more sleep closer till I could see the love of my life. You are my dream girl. With your stretch marks and insecurities. All your flaws, made me fall in love with you more. No one is the same as you, and that’s what I love about you. You’re mine and I’m yours. You are the only person I’d ever want.” I turn her around in my arms and grab her face so I could look her in the eyes when I tell her how much she means to me. As I start talking again, I wipe away her fallen tears. “I love you. I love you with all my heart. Being away from you physically hurts. You have no idea how hard it was for me to leave that day for tour. I cried when I got on to the plane, because it meant I was going to be away from you for seven months and I couldn’t handle that. I know you love me unconditionally and you know it too. You were blinded by the distance. And I don’t want that to happen again. What you just said, broke my heart. I couldn’t believe that you, my beautiful girlfriend felt that poorly. You should’ve told me you were insecure about that. It would’ve been easier then just keeping it bottled up. And just so you know I love reminding you that you’re beautiful, because every time I say it, your face lights up and I love seeing you smile and knowing I’m the reason of that smile, makes me the happiest man alive. So, Y/N, I want you to know that I love you so much. And I hope you know, that I’m going to spend the rest of my life showing you.” By this point, after my speech, she’s silently crying. I lean in to gently kiss her lips passionately.

“Luke, I-I’m speechless. God I love you so much. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I’m so glad that I have you.”

“Me too. C'mon baby, let’s go home so we can cuddle.”

“I love you,” she says to me.

“I love you more,” I say as I wrap my arm around her waist and kiss the side of her head.

Michael:

I wake up to an empty bed and cold legs. Outside, I can hear the birds chirping and the sounds of the outside world. I know I should open my eyes and face the day, but I’m too tired to do so. My mind flashes back to my night with Michael. He came home from a 7 month tour and to say that I was ecstatic, was an understatement. He had surprised me, told me he wasn’t coming home until later today. I was reading in the living room, when I heard the door open. Knowing that no one was supposed to come over, I was uneasy. I walked to the front door, where the love of my life was standing there with cheeky grin on his face. I’m not going to lie, I ran into his arms and kissed him, kissed him hard.

“I missed you,” I told him.

“God, you have no idea how much I missed you! Not just your presence, but your voice, your laugh, your smile, your lips, and your body. God, I love you.” We had gone up to the bedroom, where we showed each other how much we missed and love each other. From the moans of pleasure and the whispers of ‘I Love You’s,“ he had showed me he loved me like never before. I know that if I were to look at him right now, there would be scratches on his back, hickeys on his neck and bite marks in his shoulders from my lame attempts to stop myself from screaming out his name. I finally open my eyes, and get momentarily blinded from the sunlight shining through the balcony. A light breeze, swooshes through the room and dances across my skin, raising goosebumps. I reach my hand across the bed to see if I can feel Michael to the left of me. When my fingers clench empty sheets, I lift my head to look around the room for my handsome boyfriend. There, standing on the balcony, is Michael with his back back to me, letting me see all the marks I left last night. As if sensing my stare, Michael turns around to look at me.

"Good morning beautiful.”

“Hi, Mikey. I’m so sorry about your back! I just, you made me feel so good, and I needed that. I needed you. My vibrator wasn’t suffice.” At your confession, Michael’s face shows surprise.

“It’s okay baby, I missed you too. Sorry I couldn’t be there to help you out,” he says smirking while walking over to the bed and laying down beside you. He moves your hair out of your face and gently kisses your forehead, then kisses your lips. “I’m glad I’m home,” he says.

“Me too.”

Ashton:

Today, Ashton comes home from a seven month tour, and I’m ecstatic that he’s going to be home. It’s been hard not having him here. He texted me before he boarded the plane and told me that his plane would be landing at 3 o'clock pm, our time. I had to make sure that I looked nice for when I go to pick him up. I am wearing Ashton’s favourite dress of mine. A black summer dress that comes down to the middle of my thighs and has a lace back with white buttons on the front and some white flats. I pick up my keys, purse and phone, to head out to pick up Ashton because his flight lands it 30 minutes, when there’s a knock on the door.

“Just a minute,” I yell, as I put down my purse with my phone and keys. I open the door, to see someone holding my favourite flowers over their face.

“Oh, hi.”

“Hello, ma'am, here’s your favourite flowers from your favourite boyfriend,” Ashton says as he lowers the flowers.

“Ash!” I yell surprised and go to hug him when he stops me.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he says, “Don’t want to squish the flowers, now do we?” He says smirking at me.

“Ugh, you’re an ass!” He sets them down beside my purse, then opens his arms, inviting me in to hug him. I run up to him and jump, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

“I missed you,” I breathed into his neck. He giggles as he rubs my back, “I missed you too, boo.” After his use of my favourite nickname, I kiss him.

“I love you! Please don’t ever leave for that long again!”

“Of course not, I love you more. Now, I see you’re in my favourite dress, let’s go on a date. We haven’t been on one since you last visited me on tour,” he says as he leads me out the front door.

Calum - HIS POV:

Yesterday, our seven month tour ended and now I’m on my way to surprise my best friend of five years. Today is her birthday, so the boys and I thought we would throw her a surprise birthday party, with her four favourite boys as surprise guests. This year though, instead of getting her a present, I thought I would tell her that I love her. I’ve been told by many people, that she loves me back, so I have nothing to lose. The party has already started when we pulled up in front of (Y/N)’s house.

“You ready Cal?” Luke asks me and Michael and Ashton nods their heads silently asking me the same question. A nervous smile breaks out onto my face,

“Born ready, I can’t wait to tell (Y/N), the love of my life, that I love her,” I say as a blush creeps up my cheeks.

“Let’s go then?” Michael asks.

“Let’s go,” Ashton confirms as he leads the way.

We are walking to the backyard where the party is held, when we hear, “Now, (Y/N), you have one more present to open, and I think it just arrived,” (Y/N)’s mom say. The boys and I turn to look at each other with smirks on our faces.

“Oh boys, come on in!” That’s our queue. We walk through the gate and yell,

“Happy Birthday (Y/N)!” Her face shows absolute surprise and in a second, she’s running towards us and throws herself into my arms.

“Oh my god! You’re here! When did tour end? Never mind it doesn’t matter! Oh my god, Calum!” I laugh at her rambling and hold her out at arms length. I notice tears of joy are running down her face, so I wipe them away.

I look into her eyes lovingly as I say, “Happy Birthday, I love you.” For the second time today, her face shows shock and before I can say anything, she’s kissing me. I completely melt the moment her lips touch mine and I kiss her back.

She pulls away and looks at me, “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say those words.”

“Not as long as I’ve been wanting to say them,” I say before I kiss her again.

 "I love you, Cal,“ she says against my lips and I smile. She pulls away and looks to my left to say hi to the rest of my band mates, who have huge smiles on their faces, silently saying they’re happy for me.

After saying 'Hi’ to the guys and them saying happy birthday, (Y/N) yells, "LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED,” and Selena Gomez’s song Birthday starts. Everyone starts to laugh and I can’t help but to think, I’m so glad tour is over.

A/N: I was listening to Selena Gomez’s song Birthday when I wrote Calum’s.

Tyler Imagine: Off Limits

Smut warning. Seems most my imagines have been a pretty smutty but the tvd fandom is kinda lacking in that department so I’m going to keep doing them. Not all of them but most. So I said this in my earlier post but in case you didn’t see it: I’m working on getting at least one imagine out for all the characters before I start working on preferences. But I promise I will get them out to you all soon! Xx 

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Me: Is there somewhere you can meet me? 
Tyler: My mom just left. Come over?
Me: You don’t think that’s too risky?
Tyler: No, we’re fine. Come over, I miss you.

I slipped my phone into the pocket of my bag and looked around to see if anyone was watching before I made my escape to the door. 

“Where are you going?” my brother, Matt, called. He looked down at me from the stairs waiting for a response. 

“Um, Elena’s. School project.” I shrugged before dashing out the door, not giving him a chance to respond. Tyler and I have been dating for two months now in secret. We couldn’t tell anyone, espeially not Matt, Tyler being his best friend and all. All odds were against us being together actually. sibling-best-friend relationships are pretty much off limits in general and with me being a vampire and Tyler a recently-turned werewolf it would be impossible for anyone to understand our love for each other. 

But we make the best of what we can, spending as much time together as possible without anyone noticing or daily late night phone calls. It’s not ideal but its all we’ve got. 

I knocked my fist on the back door of the Lockwood household, Tyler quick to respond. He let me in and I walked straight past him still looking around in paranoia. Tyler turned me around and pulled me into a hug, he smelled nice, was the first thing I noticed. 

“Mm, I missed you.” He said with a lazy grin and leaving a kiss right below my ear. 

“I missed you to, how was your trip?” I couldn’t help but return the smile. 

“Good, but it would have been even better if you were with me.” He continued a trail of kisses up my jaw and landing one last kiss on my lips. 

“No…” I jokingly whined with a small laugh. “We’re not allowed to be one of those unoriginal, cheesy coupless that act all stupid and lovey-dovey all the time.” 

“But it’s the truth.” 

“Then show me.” 

“Show you what?” He raised his eyebrows in confusion. 

“Show me…” I paused to make an obvious scene of tugging at the hem of his shirt while biting my lip. “How much you missed me.” 

The confused look vanished from his face and was replaced with a lustful look in his eyes. He took me by the hand and brought me up the stairs into his room, shutting the door behind us. He moaned as he kissed down the crook of my neck, grazing the skin with his teeth and leaving sloppy kisses along the way. 

“God, Y/N…. you have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.” Tyler’s voice was gruff and raspy. 

As he sucked on my sweet spot on my collarbone I couldn’t help but moan loudly. His lips found their way back to mine and his hands tangled themselves in my messy hair. Wrapping my arms around his neck he moved his hips against mine and I could already feel his hard on through his pants. 

“Hop on, gorgeous.” He encouraged, so I jumped and wrapped my legs around his strong torso so he could carry me back onto the bed. We took a moment to strip ourselves of unwanted clothing and admire each other. 

“Oh god, you’re so beautiful…” He muttered, kissing his way from my neck to my breasts. “How did I get so lucky?” He wrapped his lips around my nipples, sucking and nibbling until I couldn’t take it anymore and let out a loud groan. 

His soft lips bit down my stomach and grazed my sensitive skin leaving tiny lovebites behind. I moaned quietly as he finally pulled down my panties, revealing my dripping wet pussy. 

“You’re dripping baby.” He breathe out, gathering some of the liquid with his fingers and sucking on it. 

“Tyler, please.” I whimpered. My clit was already throbbing and I couldn’t stand waiting any longer. 

“What do you want, beautiful?” He blew cold air onto my pussy which made me shiver all over my body. 

“Anything, please just do something.” I begged, placing my hands in his hair and pulling him closer to my core. 

He smirked at my response and chuckled slightly before letting his tongue find its way to my core. He licked up and down my thighs teasingly slow, gathering my juices with his mouth. “Mmm, you taste so good, sweetheart.” 

“Tyler stop teasing or I’m going to leave and finish myself off.” I threatened, tightening the grip I had on the back of his head. 

Tyler just smirked at me before his tongue started working against my clit in a surprisingly fast pace that made me lift my hips up off the bed in ecstasy. 

“Shit!” I screamed but bit down on my lip to keep from making to much noise. His lips wrapped around my clit, sucking it in and out while his tongue kept working in circles. Just before I felt my orgasm coming, Tyler started fingering me. His fingers pumped in and out in such a fast pace, his lips still attached to my clit. When he added a second finger I couldn’t hold it back anymore and came with a loud moan and his name repeatedly tumbling from my lips.

His eyes were darkened with lust as he pressed his lips to mine letting me taste myself before he slowly lined himself up to my entrance. He peppered kisses all over my jaw and throat as he pushed himself in, letting me adjust before picking up speed. 

“Shit, you’re so tight.” Tyler mumbled, throwing his head back and tightening his grip on my hips. I let out small moans when I felt him insid me, the feeling almost too much for me as I was still panting like crazy from my first orgasm I had just reached only minutes before. 

His thrusts grew sloppy, his eyes closed and chest rising and falling dramatically in a constant rhythm. His mouth was barely open but I could hear him grunting and moaning my name. I bent over so I could start leaving marks along his jawline, focusing on keeping my natural urges for blood hidden in my mind. His lips couldn’t stop kissing up and down my body and his hands smacking my ass every few seconds. 

I pulled at the sheets as I felt like my whole body was exploding in pleasure. I lifted my hips and moaned loudly, digging my nails into his back and down his spine. His hips rushed against mine over and over again, his lips mumbling things I couldn’t quite make out and his fingers going crazy on my pussy. 

“Ty, I’m gonna cum..” 

“I know, babe, cum for me.” He groaned and in that moment I felt like I wasn’t on this earth anymore as we released together. My walls clenched around him, my chest was aching from heavy breathing and my finger nails surely leaving scratches all over his back. I groaned when he pinned my hands down against the bed. He grinned and licked his lips as he watched me panting and sweating beneath him as I came down from my high. 

Exhausted we layed in bed together until the sound of a shutting door cause us both to jump. I frantically searched for all my clothes and struggled to put them on correctly. 

“Tyler?” I hear Mrs. Lockwood call as she walks up the stairs. “Are you home?”

With my vampire speed I run out of the room and wait for her to enter Ty’s room before I run down the stairs and out the door.

Tyler: That was close. 
Me: Way too close. When are we going to tell everyone about us?
Tyler: Whenever you want, babe. 
Me: I think it’s time…

Experience with the fanboy cable man
  • So we recently bought a house, my family did. Today my mom was on the phone with the cable guy and I heard her exclaim, "that's a lot of channels!" I instantly stopped vacuuming and yelled, "ASK IF THEY HAVE BBC AMERICA!!" She rolled her eyes and did. I didn't hear the rest, as I had to keep vacuuming, but my mom told me what happened when I was through.
  • Apparently they guy on the other end (I have no idea how old he was) went into fanboy mode and was along the lines of, "oh my god I love that channel!! *says price* what's your favourite show?!" And my mom managed to spurt out "that show about the Doctor" and quickly changed the subject
  • I hate I missed this conversation
  • Ten points for you cable guy