gotta take a stand on some things

Trust I live my life

Bucky x reader, Avengers x reader

Notes: angst, frustration, anger, heartbreak.

A/N: I had to get this out somehow, and I don’t think it’s my best work; but sometimes you just gotta go with it. I usually don’t let my mood influence my writing this much, but it’s incredibly frustrating when you feel like you’re not trusted to live your own life the way you want to. I’m sure some of you know the feeling. Sometimes, you just wanna get away. 

“You can’t go on a mission like that my sweet thing. Clean yourself up, you have a target to seduce not scare them off”

“Your posture is off, you’re not gonna be able to take some one out like that. Stand up straight”

“Check in, we need to know where you are at all times”

All your life it’d been like that. People right and left telling you what to do, and when to do it. Meddling with every single part of you, your job, your personal space; it’s all scrutinised and ‘corrected’ to what others think is best. Now, you weren’t in the best of situations a few years ago, your father made sure you knew damn well you were only bred to do his bidding. That didn’t mean you didn’t have a personality of your own though. And it certainly didn’t mean that you hadn’t developed a hatred towards the man because of the way you were treated.

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anonymous asked:

Asking mod Lance for the ships: Shance??

Who said “I love you” first

I would say Lance jumps the gun and Shiro asks him if they can take it slow, have a date or two maybe before getting ahead of themselves except they do get ahead of themselves in the first date.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

They both would. Lance had Shiro in his and practically begged Shiro to have Lance in his too. They wear matching shirts in the backgrounds yes, matching eyeliner game too.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Surprisingly, Shiro loves leaving notes for Lance in the shower but Lance never notices until that one time Shiro wrote “Dinner later?” but it faded and said “DIE” instead and Lance thought the bathroom was haunted and ran away naked to the living room, which definitely surprised Shiro but he wasn’t complaining.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Oh they both do. I dare say they are lowkey having a who can get the other the most cheesy sappy gift ever competition?

Who initiated the first kiss

Shiro would always stare at Lance’s lips all the time but he would be too shy to ask so Lance had to be the one to ask lol.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

I bet my ass Lance would do it every morning but that one time Shiro tried to get back at him and calmed him sleeping beauty, Lance kinda died because of so many feelings.

Who starts tickle fights

Shiro is actually ticklish and Lance would do it every chance he has.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Shiro asks. Lance just does.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Lance would def do it especially on some of Shiro’s bad days. Shiro can’t cook to save his life tbh.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

Both, both were. Lance tries to act flirty at first but when Shiro tried responding, he was fidgety af too and they are just so awkward and lovely and try their best for each other.

Who kills/takes out the spiders

No one. They just both run and hope it goes away. Spiders are scary.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

Shiro, Shiro would. Shiro is like the crazy drunk who gets more aggressive with things really. One time, he got really drunk and some dude was talking about how great his s/o is and Shiro just goes, “MY BOYFRIEND IS THE BEST LANCE WHERE ARE YOU I GOTTA SHOW U TO THEM” and when he finds Lance, he just scoops him and princess carries him and stands up in a table and goes “MY BOYFRIEND LANCE IS THE BEST YOU HEAR AND I LOVE HIM”. And yes, Pidge has that on tape and Lance has so many copies of it you can’t even count. Shiro doesn’t remember any of this.

-mod Lance

On the Windowsill

Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff (and a grain of angst)

Summary: You didn’t have friends. You always felt alone. But you were always happy to go home to the cat on the windowsill.

Word Count: 2316

Warning: depiction of bullying

A/N: I wasn’t so sure what you wanted, but I hope this is satisfactory. 

Originally posted by jeonbase

Another day of school, another day of awkward stares, another day of hiding. You were always happy when the school bell rang signaling the end of the day. Every day you’d walk home alone as you were the loner of the class. Sometimes you’d appreciate the solitude away from the rambunctious and annoying classmates of yours, but most of the time you were lonely. Sometimes you really just wanted somebody to confide in. 

That’s why you’d always anticipate the end of the school day. You may have not had any friends to talk to, but you did have one special someone: the cat on the windowsill.

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102. You and Dean are often married while undercover.

A/N: This is longer than my history analysis paper was and took me a quarter of the time to write. I guess I really like Dean. Or really hate history. Or both. Both is good.

Word count: 1590


“So, where are you two from? I don’t recognize you,” the older man asks, giving the both of them a warm smile.

Dean turns on his charm, setting his smile to melt-any-woman-in-the-vicinity-to-a-puddle mode. She swears she feels his cheeks heat up right then and there.

“Well, I was on a business trip to New York,” Dean explains, looping an arm around her waist to pull her into his side. “And just happened on her in a coffee shop next to my hotel.”

“He left out the part where he watched me leave that same hotel and then followed me to the coffee shop,” she tacks on, making the older man laugh. “But he was good-looking, so I let it slide.”

“Well, we are very glad to have such a young couple at this auction. We don’t see many your age interested in this line of work,” the man tells them. “It’s refreshing and heartening.”

“Thank you, Mr. Vizard,” she smiles at him, then looks up to Dean.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I do believe the auction will be starting soon,” he makes his excuse and then departs, leaving her standing beside Dean with a coy smile.

“Coffee shop, this time, huh?” she murmurs, taking two glasses of champagne from a waitress walking by. She extends one to him before taking a sip from her own.

“Gotta make things interesting somehow,” he grins, tucking a loose tendril from her updo behind her ear.

“Yeah, somehow meeting during an autopsy isn’t as romantic as stalking me to a coffee shop,” she remarks, reaching up to fix his tie as it had loosened some.

“Hey, I didn’t get to choose when I met you, otherwise I would’ve been a lot more romantic,” he says defensively.

“Hey, Mr. And Mrs. Frey, stop bickering. The auction is about to start,” Sam cuts them off as he walks up to them.

“Find anything out?” Dean asks quietly, looking to his brother, who was dressed similarly to him in a stunning suit and tie.

“All of the property is being stored in the west wing until the end of the auction. The only people allowed back there are people who have purchased an item from the sale,” Sam gives them a briefing.

“So we have to buy something,” she states, looking between the two of them. “Why not buy the locket outright rather than worry about convincing someone to hand it over?”

“The locket is one of the premier sale items,” Sam states, and she grunts in frustration. “They’re going to have a tight ship running tonight, especially for the locket. It’s going to be expensive.”

“How expensive?” Dean returns, sliding his thumb across the open space at the small of her back.

Her dress was backless, so she could feel every single inch of flesh that touched her.

“Too expensive,” Sam tells his brother, and she bites the inside of her cheek as she tried to think of a way out.

“How about the fake out-make out?” she finally asks, her cheeks flushing slightly as she thought about it.

“Which is?” Sam raises an eyebrow.

“Well…” she trails off and then exhales before continuing. “Like Dean and I go off to the west wing to make out, get the locket, and when we get caught and kicked out, take it with us.”

“There are guards watching the west wing,” Sam tells her.

“Could you distract them long enough for us to get through?” Dean asks, and Sam makes a face.

“It would only be a few minutes at most,” he tells them, and she grins.

“That’s all the time we need,” she nods, taking Dean’s hand.

“Well then, we have a plan,” Dean gives a smile, circling his arm around her waist.

“Okay, we should wait until the auction starts so there’s less people to see us,” Sam murmurs, and she nods before taking Dean’s hand and leading him to the small dance floor that was currently occupied by several couples.

“Might as well have some fun while we wait,” she grins, looping her arms around his neck as his fell to her waist and they began to sway slowly.

“You look gorgeous right now, Mrs. Frey,” he says quietly, and she smiles at him.

“And you’re just as handsome, Mr. Frey,” she returns, pressing close to him. “But you know what?”

“What?” he returns in a low voice, feeling her body press to his and feeling every curve of her against him.

“I’d much rather be Mrs. Winchester,” she says quietly, placing a quick kiss to his lips before pulling away from him.

“The auction will be beginning in moments, ladies and gentlemen. Please find your seats,” she hears the older man from earlier say into a microphone, and she looks at Dean with a coy grin.

She knows that her words have gotten into him by the way he’s watching her. He takes her hand and carefully moves the both of them back toward the west wing, where they find Sam waiting.

“Ready?” Sam asks, and she nods.

He sets off on his mission, and within a few moments she and Dean are in the west wing, searching through the mountains of property for the cursed locket that’s been killing people.

“Got it,” she finally says, and Dean looks over before quickly making his way to her. “Handkerchief, please.”

He fishes it out of his pocket, watching her wrap the cursed item carefully so that she didn’t touch it.

“How are we going to get it out?” he asks as she bundles it up tightly so that it won’t come lose.

“Lucky for you, I’m good at hiding things in my bra,” she tells him, watching his eyebrows shoot upwards.

“What if it touches you?” he asks, and she conceals a grunt of frustration.

“Do you have a better place to hide it?” she asks, catching his olive toned gaze. “I’m sure they’ll pat us down to make sure we aren’t stealing anything. Boobs are a no-no zone, especially for esteemed guests.”

“God damn it, how did I find you?” he groans, pulling her close before pressing a kiss to her lips. “So sexy and smart, too. You’re the whole package, Sweetheart.”

“You found me in a coroner’s office, during an autopsy,” she reminds him, slipping the cursed object into her dress just as she heard footsteps coming their way. Her gaze shoots to the door they had come through. “Kiss me, and make it believable, Mr. Winchester.”

She tugs on his tie and pulls him close, leaning back against the wall as she loosened the top two buttons of his shirt.

His hands lift to her, one wrapping around the back of her neck and the other sliding up the slit on her dress to rest against her hip.

“Of course, Mrs. Winchester,” he purrs, and her body melts into him instantly.

For good measure, she lifts her leg around his hip, sinking one hand into his hair while the other looped around his back and pulled him close, so his chest pressed to hers.

She kisses him hard just as she hears the door open.

“You two aren’t supposed to be in here,” one of the guards says immediately, and she pulls away from Dean with a flustered expression.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” she babbles. “I didn’t know, I thought we could just get somewhere secluded real quick and then-”

“If you could follow us this way,” the second guard says, giving her a disapproving look. “I’m sorry, but you two are going to have to leave the premises immediately.”

“But we were going to buy something from the auction,” she tries, but she can tell that she doesn’t get through to him.

“Sorry, ma'am, but the Thompsons were rather… Conservative,” the first guard says. “I don’t believe that they’d want someone like you two in possession of their goods.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just-”

“Babe, it’s okay,” Dean states, and she looks to him with wide eyes to sell the believability. “It’s okay. We should go.”

“If you could give us your names so we might inform Mr. Vizard of your departure?” the guard asks as he escorts them to the door.

“Mr. and Mrs. Frey,” Dean says for her, and the guards nod as they hold the doors open. “I apologize for this, but perhaps you two might make it to another auction when you’re able to put certain needs aside in a public setting.”

“Yes, sir,” she looks down as they shut the doors, but her gaze flickers back up to Dean quickly.

“That was easy,” she murmurs, looking up as Sam slipped out the door they had just come from.

“You get it?” he asks, and she nods before pulling the object out of her dress.

“Easy as pie,” Dean says as they walk back to Baby, popping the trunk open to place the locket into the special curse box they had made for it.

“Mr. Vizard was looking for you two at the beginning of the auction,” Sam informs them as he closes the trunk. “I told him that you two had stepped out for a moment and he smiled.”

“And what did he say?” she asks as she crawls into the backseat carefully, trying not to flash anything from her dress.

They get settled in before Sam answers her.

“He said, ‘Ah, young love. I remember when I first got married.’ And then he winked at me and started the auction without you two.”

  • Hey, Romeo and Juliet had warring families and they still managed to do a little damage. 
  • Please let me get you a soda. I gotta do something other than stand here like a moron.
  • Would you like me to have you committed, or would you rather check yourself in?
  • I have nothing! I have no place to go!
  • I don’t know what I’m gonna do with the rest of my life but something’s telling me I better find out soon or I’m gonna be that guy out there on the boardwalk selling the hemp hats!
  • Personally, I could care less if she eats.
  • Is that ice cream? That’s so nice. A tiny little ice cream package just big enough for two. Hey are you guys gonna feed each other? ‘cause that’s just so darn cute.
  • But this whole Frankenstein scowl thing really adds to the whole…
  • Look man, I really was just dropping off some food, so don’t go all West Side Story on me, okay?
  • Well, stop trying! Stop talking to me, stop following me, stop asking me questions! Just stop!
  • So shake him real hard, maybe he’ll disappear!
  • You seem very obsessed with length.
  • Hey, if you’re gonna get all Ward Cleaver on me I gotta go call Eddie and Lumpy and tell them I’m gonna be late.
  • Women, right? Can’t live with them and you can’t keep them from jumping in the close
  • I was attacked by a swan. Okay, you happy? A stupid swan. 
  • That is the real story. It hangs out by Larson’s dock. I was just walking by, and the thing came out of nowhere and beaked me right in the eye.
  • Ooh, that was good. Now say, “Get in there and make me my dinner!”
  • I wanna be good, life’s just not letting me.
  • If a horse-drawn carriage shows up here, my throwing up will be eternal.
  • I can’t concentrate with your annoying midget voice yammering on and on. It’s like having Stuart Little shoved in my ear.
  • It’s getting a little West Side Story here, ____, and I gotta warn you, my dancing skills are not up to snuff.
  • Absolutely. Go stand in the middle of the street and wait for me, I’ll be right back.
  • You’re studying. I’m prying into your personal life.
  • Hey, are we gonna do some of those Schoolhouse Rocks songs?
  • Gee, thanks for spoiling it for me.
  • Yeah, well maybe I can knock over a liquor store while everyone else is planting those stupid trees.
  • If it’s the most precious thing she owns, why did it take her two weeks to notice it was gone? 
  • Actually, I came down the chimney and pulled a Santa Claus.
  • Well, geez man. She’s not shipping off to 'Nam.
  • You’re very popular right now. I bet if you burn a few books, they’ll probably make you mayor. 
  • I’m sorry, I thought this was the uniform.
  • I don’t know. The whole starry eyed 'you’re so much better off, just give it a chance’ speech. You’re either really nave, or you’re getting some.
  • Wow, aren’t we hooked on Phonics! 

anonymous asked:

39 + 28

you didn’t specify a boy so i’m just gonna do Luke b/c I don’t have a lot written for him

It’s hilarious to watch your six-foot-four boyfriend stumble through the front door of your apartment, slamming his head against the frame in his drunken stupor. You snort when he trips over his own two feet from the sharp push Michael delivers to his back. Climbing off the couch, you step over Luke from where he’s sprawled out on the ground and pouting up at you. “Thanks for bringing him back in one giant drunk piece, you guys.”

They have the audacity to not even be the slightest bit ashamed as they shrug. “No worries, [Y/N].” Calum snarks, tucking his hands into the pockets of his bomber jacket. “We gotta go though, we left a sloshed Ash in the cab and you know how chatty he is when he’s sober only this time you can’t understand him.”

You laugh and watch the two of them stomp down the stairs of your apartment complex before you shut the door and lock it. Turning, you look at the mess of limbs waiting for you on the floor. You shake your head at him, “How much have you had to drink?” It’s a rhetorical question–you probably don’t want to know and even if you did, you probably can’t get a coherent answer out of him in this state.

Luke’s still staring at you with that really dumb spaced-out look of his when you crouch down to his level. It makes you really wonder if he does have elevator music playing in his mind. Only this time, the glazed look in his eyes let you know his mind is probably a blank canvas that’s been soaked in too much vodka. “Alright baby, let’s get you to bed.” You help him wiggle out of his boots and jacket before you do so.

It an effort to toss his arm over your shoulder, he really is no help tonight. It takes a couple minutes to haul him to his feet and Luke’s got most-if not all-of his body weight slumped against your side. Luke doesn’t seem to quite grasp the concept of placing one socked foot in front of the other so now you’ve got one hand holding tightly to the forearm that’s hanging over your shoulder and your other arm is curled tightly around his waist.

You grunt, trying to decide if you can make it to your room. Luke’s huge and yeah, he looks like a noodle but somehow weighs a ton. And it’s definitely not helping that he’s trying to lay slobbery, wet kisses to your face. “Heeeeeeey babe, I missed youuuuu so much tonight!” His words are slurred.

You decide to just try for the bedroom, knowing his headache tomorrow morning will probably punish him enough. “I missed you too, you giant dork. Now c’mon let’s get you to bed.”

Luke nods as if he’s any help, but he’s still stumbling over his feet and knocks his head against the wall when you help him walk down the hallway. You wince, he doesn’t. Yeah, that probably won’t help with the hangover.

When he sees the bed, Luke just kind of slumps forward and takes you with him. You’re trapped under the weight of his arm and you almost make it out when he shifts and wraps his long limbs around you. You huff to yourself, knowing you’re trapped for the night.

And it’s not your alarm that jerks you awake hours later, but the loud groan that comes from the bathroom and the unpleasant sound of someone heaving over the toilet. It takes a second for you to get your bearings when you swing your legs over the side of the bed, the alarm clock on your bedside table telling you it’s almost seven in the morning and you’ve got an early class to get to at eight.

Still, you’ve got some time so you snatch the bottle of aspirin from the cabinet and grab a bottle of water from the kitchen and tiptoe into the bathroom. Luke’s sitting on the ground by the toilet, back leaning against the wall and both legs bent at the knee. He’s got his head tipped back his eyes are closed. You coo silently despite wanting to laugh at his pain and sit on the edge of the bathtub to shake some aspirin out into the palm of your hand.

“Luke, babe. Here, take this.” You whisper, watching as he flinches even at the low volume. He cracks a bloodshot eye open to look at you, groaning at the light filtering through the open doorway. Without a word, he’s taking the aspirin from you and washing it down with the cold water.

You press your hand against his warm forehead and Luke leans into the cool touch. “Are you going to survive while I’m at class?”

Luke lets out a very pathetic whine and cracks his eyes open to look at you, “Don’t go.”

“I’ve got class babe, I already missed it twice this week. I have to go.”

He unceremoniously slumps over to wrap his arms tightly around your legs, his broad chest pressed against your chins. You just kind of laugh at him, his hangover must be pretty bad to incite this amount of clingy from him. Luke hums a bit, the sound reverberating in his chest while you drag your fingers through his hair, nails scraping along the scalp. “I’ll set you up in a bath. It’s just a hangover babe, you’ll be fine without me for a couple hours.”

Luke nods from where he’s got his forehead resting on your kneecap. You lean back and twist the knob to the bathtub, plugging the drain and letting it fill with warm water. It’s a reach, but you manage to snag the basket of your bath things from where it rests under the vanity. In the bath goes a cup of epson salt and some of your lavender oil that Luke will always deny that he likes but actually uses more than you do. “Alright babe, ya gotta get your clothes off for me and get in the bath so I can go change.”

It take him a second but he lets go of your legs and starts to unfold himself. When Luke finally stands, you help him tug his shirt off and drop it into your laundry basket with a wrinkle of your nose. The fabric smells distinctly not like Luke but it definitely smells like liquor and smoke and vomit and you want it as far away as possibly. Luke looks miserable as he fumbles to try and unbutton his stained jeans so you just push his hands away and undo the fastenings for him. “Get those off babe and get in, I have to go change.” The bob of his head lets you know he understands so you leave him to his task at hand.

Twenty minutes later, you’re rushing. You pause in your way past the bathroom when Luke calls out, already sounding better. When your eyes lock onto him leaning against the back of the tub, his arms resting on the edges, there’s a shot of heat that rushes right through you.

Luke’s got that damn twinkle in his eye again as he manages to smirk up at you. With a groan, you let your head tip back for a second. “I have class.” You moan, already losing the battle. It takes the thump of your bag against the floor and the unzipping of your boots for Luke’s smirk to turn into a full out grin. He’s watching as you enter the bathroom, shedding your clothes on the way.

When you settle back against his chest in the warm, scented water, Luke’s head ducks down so that he can whisper in your ear. He nudges your hair out of the way with the tip of his ski-slope nose, lips now pressed to the shell of your ear. “I thought you had class?” His voice is low and deep.

You inhale loudly when he starts to sponge hot kisses against the side of your neck and press your blunt nails into the wet skin of his thighs, “I can afford to miss another day.”

ADA Verse

Mun Shuu: Because of the way things are going in the thread I have with @doppelschwarz, I gotta make some headcanons about this, so here we go!

  • Because of how she was brought into the ADA, Victor is very stand-offish and cold with them at first, only interacting with them at work and not participating in any activity outside of it. She often comes up with excuses as to why Victor can’t attend these functions, usually coming up with pretty elaborate stories
  • She’s always late to work, every single day, with varying degrees of time. Victor insists on taking her time in the morning and, if that means being an hour so she enjoy her breakfast on the terrace of the church, so be it.

  • Dresses like a fashion queen or a broke hobo; there’s no in between with this woman

  • Plays pranks on everyone in the office–these can range from affectionate teasing to downright bullying

  • Victor doesn’t use the house they’ve provided for her; she remains at the cathedral with Father Jehan and Father Armel

  • Father Jehan comes to the office every day bringing sweets and lunch for the Agency; it used to be just for Victor but over time he ended up bringing more and more

  • Victor getting her first paycheck ever and having no idea what to do with it

  • Spends a lot of her money on charity and buying food for the gamins living on the streets

  • Turns out to be a lot more useful than anticipated; with her Ability, there are less casualties and interrogations tend to run smoothly. Victor is largely loved by the poor masses and seems to be affiliated with a number of groups outside of the Agency, enabling friendly and peaceable relations

  • When Victor gets upset, she barricades herself into an empty room and refuses to come out until someone appeases her with either food or wine

  • Reading reports by Victor is a serious chore; they tend to be very long and very wordy with minute details about every little occurrence that happens during the investigation; she also tends to veer straight off topic and go into a tangent about one thing or another–no one has any idea how she manages to write these up in such a short amount of time

  • Victor being a cheerful and peppy morning person when everyone else is still half-dead, then when everyone has woken by afternoon, she’s deflated as hell

  • Visits the Cour des Miracles from time to time with recent updates on her position; it’s more akin to her complaining/gossiping than her actually revealing any sensitive data. Victor’s much too honest for that, in truth

  • Total fucking diva/drama queen, no question about it

  • Freaks out over the smallest of things, but takes large-scale emergencies with an amazing amount of composure

  • Everyone in the ADA has to suffer through her terrible puns; this is the price you must pay for taking her on

  • Blasting musicals at full volume on the ADA laptops and equipment; they tell her to stop and she doesn’t

  • Victor having to explain to everyone that she’s a revolutionary, not a criminal, and getting pissy as hell when people confront her about this

  • When she’s missing supplies, you bet as all hell that she steals supplies from her co-workers without them knowing

  • The fact that she puts more thought in her elaborate pranks than her job tends to show you what type of person she is at the office

  • I dunno what her entrance exam was, but I feel like it was a near-death experience for everyone
A Goofy Movie Lyric Meme
  • “I got myself a notion, one I know that you’ll understand.”
  • “We set the world in motion by reaching out for each other’s hand.”
  • “Maybe we’ll discover what we should have known all along.”
  • “Together’s where we both belong.”
  • “If we listen to each other’s heart, we’ll find we’re never too far apart.”
  • “Maybe love is the reason why for the first time ever we’re seeing it eye to eye.”
  • “I know that love will lead us and find a way to bring me to you.”
  • “Think before you count us out.”
  • “I won’t ever let you drown.”
  • “If you’re lonely, stop. You don’t have to be.”
  • “For the first time ever we’re seeing it eye to eye.”
  • “Get the pictured fixed in your memory.”
  • “I’ve been driven by the rhythm like the beat of a heart.”
  • “I won’t stop until I start to stand out.”
  • “Some people settle for the typical things, living all their lives waiting in the wings.”
  • “I ain’t a question of it, just a matter of time.”
  • “Once you’re watching every more that I make, you gotta believe that I got what it takes to stand out.”
  • “Even if I gotta shout out loud.”
  • “’Til mine is the only face you see, gonna stand out ‘til you notice me.”
  • “I’m totally devoted to disturbing the peace.”
  • “I’ll do it all again when I get done, until I become you’re number one.”
  • “No method to the madness and no means of escape.”
  • “Gonna break every rule, I’ll bend them all out of shape.”
  • “You’ll get the message that I’m trying to send.”
  • “You know, I’m going all the way to the end.”
  • “There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do if it was getting you to notice I’m alive.”
  • “All I need is half a chance, a second thought, a second glance to prove I got whatever it takes.”
  • “Do you need a break from modern living? Do you long to shed your weary load?”
  • “If your nerves are raw and your brain is fried, just grab a friend and take a ride together upon the open road.”
  • “All in all, I’d rather eat a toad.”
  • “The old man drives like such a klutz that I’m about to hurl my guts directly upon the open road.”
  • “There’s nothing can upset me ‘cause now we’re on our way.”
  • “I’m so mad I think I may explode.”
  • “Howdy boys! Is this the way to Nashville?”
  • “Just a week of rest and relaxation and the odd romantic episode.”
  • “It’s Californ-i-a or bust.”
  • “From now on I own the open road!”
  • “Could someone call a taxi and get me out of here to Beverly Hills 90210?”
  • “Every day, another new adventure. Every mile, another new zip code.”
  • “The cares we had are gone for good.”
  • “They’ve been laughing since I can remember, but they’re not gonna laugh anymore.”
  • “No more lookin’ at losers like him.”
  • “After today, she’ll be mine.”
  • “Things’ll be going my way after today!”
  • “She looked right through me and who could blame her?”
  • “I need a new me plus some positive proof that I’m not just a goof.”
  • “Gonna be on my own, kiss the parents goodbye.”
  • “Gonna party from now ‘til the end of July.”
  • “I wish that this was the day after today.”
  • “Come hoot and howl and holler from the heart.”
  • “There are times you drive me, shall we say, bananas.”
  • “Your mind is missin’, no offense, a screw.”
  • “Still, whatever mess I land in, who is always understanding? Nobody else but you.”
  • “Your moodiness is now and then bewildering.”
  • “Your values may be, so to speak, askew.”
  • “Who deserves a hero’s trophy as we face each catastrophe? Nobody else but you.”
  • “It’s just our luck, we’re stuck together.”
  • “Nobody else but you is crazy enough to believe we’ll come through.”
  • “Your jokes are all, let’s face it, prehistoric.”
  • “Your music sounds like monkey’s in a zoo.”
  • “Though he seems intoxicated, he’s just highly animated.”
  • “We’ve turned into a true-blue duo.”
  • “Hard times, we’ve had a few.”

Imagine: Seeing the Batcave for the first time.

     -Being absolutely amazing by the size of it.

     -All the boys taking turns showing you around.

     -”No wait, you gotta come check this out! Look at this huge dinosaur!”

     -”No, come check out my bike, it’s obviously the coolest thing here!”

     -”Umm, I think Titus’s dog house is the best. Cause you know, I made it.”

     -”That thing barely stands up, and Titus himself is too afraid to go in it!” 

     -Bruce watching you very closely, making sure that you’re not getting overwhelmed.

     -The most amazing part are the costumes. For some reason, the idea of having a “Batfamily” is not as overwhelming as anybody might have thought.

     -The momentums are the second best, they’re trophies, only reminding you about how great your family is.

     -Feeling small. Your family can accomplish so many great achievements, and they achieved them before you were ever there. They were so great, yet here you are.

     -You still weren’t as overwhelmed as you thought you would be however. Just a little sad. 

     -Bruce noticing you looking a little down.

     -”What’s wrong?” He’d mutter in your ear.

     -”Just feeling a little small right now.” You whispered back.

     -”Follow me.” 

     -It wasn’t in a corner, it wasn’t shoved away like an afterthought. It was it’s own little sub-room of the cave. Something designed specifically for you.

     -You couldn’t help but tear up just a bit.

     -”I know how often you stay up waiting for us to get home. This way you can keep an ear on the radio and also have a little bit of company. Most times there’s another one of us down here, I’m sure they’d love having you around.”

     -All the boys gathering around, they’re done bickering around and now stood around you.

     -”They all helped. All added in something they knew you’d like.” Okay, now you were crying. Not ugly crying. Almost. Kinda.

     -Taking up the mantle of being “Momma Bat”, also known as the one who stays in the batcave and helps the others out from home.

     -Feeling apart of something a little bigger.

Advice to the signs from a Gemini
  • To Aries as told by a Gemini
  • Stop trying to turn everything into a competition!!!! I can't take you serious anymore!!! Chill out!!! Trust me, you can get shit done with out having to make it into some type of competition to win. You make dumbass choices sometimes so let people help you through them instead of thinking you can handle everything on your own.
  • To Taurus as told by a Gemini
  • It's honestly crazy how stubborn you are. When I try to negotiate with you it's like I'm talking to a brick wall. You gotta take other's advice into consideration. Your friends want the best for you. You push people away with your stubbornness. Yeah, sometimes it's a good thing to stand your ground, but you gotta find a balance. Keep an open mind, bc sometimes the way you see things isn't the only way it can be.
  • To Gemini as told by a Gemini
  • It's okay to talk about your feelings!!! You have close friends for a reason, open up to them. Stop trying to constantly be happy, it'll just pile up and end horribly. It's okay to feel sadness, it's okay to cry from time to time. It doesn't make you vulnerable. Be honest about how you feel and your emotions, and stop trying to pretend everything is fine when it's really not.
  • To Cancer as told by Gemini
  • Stop guilt tripping people, it's a form of manipulation. People don't owe you anything, learn to accept that. Stop being judgmental when your friends confess to you, it will make them close up. Don't act innocent when you know you messed up, admit what you did, apologize and move on.
  • To Leo as told by Gemini
  • Stop being so petty!!!! If someone does something to you fucking learn to let that shit go!!!! Also people can see through the wall of confidence and into the deep sea of insecurities you have. Learn to love the not so lovable parts of you, just as much as the other parts. Don't be so shallow with the friends you pick, a pretty face doesn't mean a pretty personality.
  • To Virgo as told by Gemini
  • I feel like you help others with their problems to avoid your own. It's time to face the truth. You always try to see things from a logical point of view, using common sense and what you know to be true to figure your problems out. You gotta realize in some cases that's useless, figure out what you really want. You tend to ignore your emotions a lot, learn to figure that shit out.
  • To Libra as told by a Gemini
  • Make up your damn mind. You're always so indecisive!!! I know, there isn't always a clear answer to things, but when I ask whether you want mcdonalds or Starbucks, I want a clear fucking answer. Stop trying to make everyone else happy, by running away from confrontation (makes you look really fake.) Stop using humor as a tactic to avoid letting people actually get to know the real you. Stop being a shallow bitch when it comes to love.
  • To Scorpio as told by a Gemini
  • Sometimes you don't need to seek revenge. Like they say, the best form of revenge is moving on. Learn to keep the past in the past. Realize that people change, the people you once knew are completely different now. Don't use their past mistakes against them. Learn to give chances. Don't be a hypocrite, you expect people to open up to you and trust you, but you're never the same with them.
  • To Sagittarius as told by a Gemini
  • Learn to show some love and appreciation to the people that care about you. Sometimes you tend to get too busy focusing on your next adventure and you completely forget about them. They love you, let them know you love them too. Stop running away from commitment, you need someone to keep you grounded before you fly too far. There is such a thing as being too honest, some things are better left unsaid.
  • To Capricorn as told by a Gemini
  • You are so critical of your work. You work hard, you deserve a break once in a while. Learn to try new things, you tend to get stuck in routine. Routine stops us from moving forward, learning new things. Meet new people, try different things and get out of your comfort zone. Learn to let people in, they're not out to hurt you I promise.
  • To Aquarius as told by a Gemini
  • Stop assuming you're smarter than everyone. You are very intelligent, that's for sure, but get rid of your god complex. Stop being so out of touch with your emotions, you never let your self feel. It makes it hard for people to open up to you.
  • To Pisces as told by a Gemini
  • It's time to face reality, you always got your head in the clouds. When people talk to you learn to listen, they feel like they're talking to a blank wall. Stop blaming others for your mistakes and problems in your life, it's time to face them.
  • - S
  • *Pls dont take this to heart!!*
The Signs as Muse Songs

Aries: Agitated-“You try to make me crazy, you make me agitated, and then I’m suffocated, and why should I look at you. My love here is so true”

Taurus: Unintended-“You could be the one who listens, to my deepest inquisitions. You could be the one, I’ll always love. I’ll be there as soon as I can, but I’m busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before

Gemini: Supermassive Black Hole-“I thought I was a fool for no one, But ooh, baby I’m a fool for you…You’re the queen of the superficial and how long before you tell the truth?”

Cancer: Starlight-“Far away, This ship is taking me far away, Far away from my memories. Of the people who care if I live or die…The starlight I will be chasing your starlight until the end of my life I don’t know if it’s worth it anymore

Leo: Butterflies & Hurricanes-You’ve got to be the best, You’ve got to change the world, and you use this chance to be heard, your time is now. Don’t let yourself down, don’t let yourself go”

Virgo: Hysteria-“It’s bugging me, grating me and twisting me around. Yeah, I’m endlessly caving in, and turning inside out. 'Cause I want it now, I want it now Give me your heart and your soul, and I’m breaking out, I’m breaking out…Last chance to lose control”

Libra: Map of the Problematique-“Life will flash before my eyes, so scattered and lost I want to touch the other side. And no one thinks they are to blame. why can’t we see that when we bleed we bleed the same?”

Scorpio: Natural Disaster: “You are..A natural disaster, and I’ve wanted you too much, and now i’m gonna lose…i’ve wanted you too much, and now I’ve gotta choose. You’re the cause of all this, and i’m sick of trying to please you. and you’re gonna feel my emotions coming, because you’re the world

Sagittarius: Panic Station: “Doubts will try to break you, unleash your heart, and soul. Trouble will surround you, start taking some control. Stand up, and deliver your wildest fantasy. Do what the fuck you want to, there’s no one to appease”

Capricorn: Endlessly-“There’s a part of me you’ll never know. The only thing I’ll never show. Hopelessly I’ll love you endlessly, Hopelessly I’ll give you everything. But I won’t give you up, I won’t let you down, and I won’t leave you falling if the moment ever comes”

Aquarius: Ashamed-“I know that you’re ashamed, so emotional that it kills you

Pisces: Falling Away With You-Staying awake to chase a dream, tasting the air you’re breaking in. I know I won’t forget a thing. Promise to hold you close and pray, watching the fantasies decay. Nothing will ever stay the same”

I asked her if she had any advice for starting a band and she gave me some really solid points, mostly she said that especially as a woman it’s so important to only team up with people who really respect you and who you trust, more so than getting the most skillful musicians. I said I was actually hoping to do an all-girls thing and she said that was great, and one of the venue guys kind of laughed and she was like see? That’s what’s wrong with men, you’ve gotta find people who take you seriously.

And she said she’s toured with some bands where she absolutely couldn’t stand the way the men behaved, but she trusts the guys in her own band and they stick together. She said a bunch of other stuff too but the point is that she was the fucking best and she didn’t even have to come talk to me at all

Imagine Drunk Sam Confessing His Feelings For You

Request: Oh and another one where Sam gets drunk and confesses his feelings to the reader and she doesn’t know what to do about it. It can end however you want! -  Anonymous

Author’s Notes: Here you go anon, I hope you like it! Send in any request if you have any! - Haley xx 

Your name: submit What is this?

“Don’t leave me with him,” you whispered to Dean as he walked out of the motel room.

He laughed, “Sorry, Y/N, someone’s gotta watch his lightweight ass and it ain’t me this time. There’s a bar out there with some hot chick ready for me to buy her a drink.”

“Whatever, but you better be on stand-by.”

Dean nodded his head and left, which meant you were left babysitting, his very drunk brother, Sam. You turned back around and walked back inside, finding Sam laying in the middle of the floor with a beer in his hands.

“How did you get down there?” You asked him.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, raising his head just up enough to take a drink, chugging the whole thing down in seconds and tossed it to the side. He outstretched his hand towards you, “Help me up.”

“This is not going to end well,” you muttered, but grabbed his hand anyways. If you thought helping up a sober Sam was hard, you never imagined how worse a drunken Sam would be. Sam sat up and you pulled with all your strength, but Sam did the same thing and instead of him ending up standing, you ended up in his lap, your knees around his waist and your butt resting on his thighs.  

Sam laughed, “I’m sorry.”

“Its fine,” you said, looking him in the eyes. His cheeks were pink and his eyes were bright. “Let’s get you up.”

“I wanna stay down here with you,” he mumbled, leaning forwards and pressing his face to your hair. “You smelled good,” he laughed again.

You pushed his face away from your hair. “Stop being weird.”

“Do you not like me?” Sam asked, real quietly giving you his puppy dog eyes.

“What are you talking about, Sam? You’re my best friend.”

“Yeah, but, Y/N, do you not like, like me like me? Like wanna kiss me? Because holy shit, I wanna kiss you all the fucking time.”

“What?” Your eyes widen.

“Yeah, just – I just wanna kiss the shit outta you.”


“Why?” Sam snorted. “Because you’re fucking awesome, and pretty, and you smell nice.”

“You like me cause I smell nice?” You giggled. Sam’s cheeks turned a darker shade of pink as he looked away from you. You pulled yourself closer to him as you could, your torso pressing against his, you could feel his body heat pouring off of him.

You grabbed Sam’s face with both of your hands, pulling it towards you and pressing an open mouthed kiss against his lips. Sam kissed you back with more passion then you ever knew, wrapping his arms tightly around your body.

“Does that answer your question?” You asked him between kisses.

Gokuto Jihen Official Twitter Translations Part 2


Woahh the continuation is pretty short compared to last time! It looks like Rinne-dou is making these tweets a little scenario series of their own called  [Underworld Capital Newspaper] 
(warning again ; my Japanese is by no means polished or perfect, so please take these translations with a pinch of salt!)
The sizing of the portraits are gonna be a little big this time because twitter did a thing  

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anonymous asked:

I wish you would write a fic where Dean and Cas find a magic mirror in the bunker.

Sam clattered up the stairs, dropping into a seat at the kitchen table across from Dean and Cas with a sigh.

“Dude, I think we just got Harry Potter’d by the Men of Letters.”

Dean’s face lit up.  "What?  How is that not awesome?“  He paused.  "Unless we got, like, a basement basilisk or somethin’.  Less awesome.”

Sam snorted softly.  "No basilisks, but no broomsticks either.  Unfortunately.  No, uh, I was looking through some basement storage, and I found this weird-looking mirror –“

“Holy shit, the Mirror of Erised is real?” Dean interrupted.  "Jesus.  Guess as far as shit from the wizarding world goes, s'pretty harmless.  Okay, hit me: how many fuckin’ dogs did you see in the mirror?“

"Just one,” Sam admitted quietly.  "And… and Jess.“

Dean kicked himself.  "Yeah.  Sorry, little bro.  Guess even Dumbledore said that should could drive you mad.”

Sam half-shrugged.  "Yeah, well.  You guys were in the mirror too, so, at least I got some of it, right?“

Dean’s face softened further, and he reached out to squeeze Sam’s shoulder, but Cas just blinked confusedly.

"What is the… ‘Mirror of Erised’?” he asked, fingers quirking into air quotes.

“What?” Dean asked, turning to him.  "Dude, Metadouche hooked you up with all that pop culture and he didn’t give you Harry Potter?  Man, that guy’s a dick.“

"I think that’s been established,” Cas agreed.

“Anyway.  Uh – in the books, it’s a mirror that shows us, uh, ‘the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts.’”

“Yet you call me the nerd?” Sam asked in disbelief.  "While you got Harry Potter memorized?“

"Shut up,” Dean informed him, blushing slightly.  "It’s a fuckin’ classic.  Uh, shit, I guess we should take a look?  Probably should just throw the thing out the window, but I gotta admit, I’m a little curious.“

"Yeah,” Sam sighed.  "Can’t blame you.  Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll just see yourself in the Impala filled with naked chicks.“

"And beer,” Dean added, pushing his chair back.  "Maybe some burgers.“

Sam rolled his eyes, but he led the way back to the basement, Cas trailing behind.

Finally they got to one of the least-used rooms in the labyrinthine basement, crammed with objects ranging from the clearly supernature to seemingly mundane.  Dean paused in the doorway, eyeing the tarnished mirror standing at shoulder-height in the corner, then finally stepped forward, into the line of sight.

Immediately he stepped back, sucking in a breath like he’d been punched.  He was still flanked by Sam and Cas on either side, but – of course Mary would be there, he thought savagely, his eyes locked onto her sad, smiling face.  Like a minute goes by you don’t wish she was here.

But behind them all stood John Winchester, a hand on Dean’s shoulder, with a look of open, affectionate pride on his face, an expression so foreign on his features that Dean had to look away, throat burning.

When he dropped his gaze his eyes landed on Cas, stoic and serious as ever, and the sudden knot in his stomach loosened slightly.  At least I got Cas, he reprimanded himself.  I got Cas and I got Sammy.  Shit ain’t so bad.  But his eyes drifted down the image in the mirror, eventually coming to rest on the space where Cas’ hand was interlinked with his own, thumb rubbing over his knuckles in a gesture of clear, unquestionable intimacy.

He swallowed harshly, fingers flexing, the phantom pressure of Cas’ hand in his nearly palpable.  Stupid.

"Uh, yeah,” he finally said, clearing his throat.  "Beer, chicks, the whole nine.  I’m a simple dude.  Cas?  Lemme guess – wings back, heaven’s all band-aided up, God’s decided to start doin’ God-shit again?  Never met the Winchester fuck-ups?“

Cas didn’t rise to the bait, his eyes shifting around the mirror between whatever he saw.  He watched for a few moments, head in its customary tilt, then turned to Dean.  Hesitantly, he reached out, picking up Dean’s hand and linking their fingers together, until their postures perfectly matched the reflections in the mirror.

Dean’s eyes went wide, but he tightened his hand reflexively, and something tense and nervous left his eyes.

"No, Dean,” Cas said softly.  His eyes went to Sam, then to Dean, then down to their joined hands.  "I don’t see anything at all.“

super-sexy-commando-kyouko  asked:

Manga!eri has already kissed at least a couple dozen girls by the start of the story.

Alright the sender already knows what’s up, but I saved this ask for the sole purpose of tellin the rest of y’all a lil somethin about Manga!Eli. We all know the Eli Ayase from the anime. She’s powerful. She’s stunning. She’s got the voice of an angel. We love her. Nothing can top that right? Wrong. She ain’t got nothin on Manga!Eli. U wanna see powerful? Read the fuckin the manga cause that girl has so much raw power that she puts to shame even the suavest, most competent headcanons that ur lil gay minds can come up with.

I want y’all to take a second and just look at this. Look at it. How tf does Kimino Sakurako expect me to enter Eli’s intro chapter with confidence in myself when I gotta look at this on the first page? It ain’t fair. It’s already bein established that Eli is too hot for my gay heart to handle. This page is a ploy to get y’all to fall into Eli’s trap, and it works. Pls love urself and stay away.

Yeah same Nico. U saw it right. From first glance, Nico and Maki understood what kind of majestic gay goddess was roaming their school. Or did they? Do they really understand? Nah I doubt it cause no one understands the kind of power she possesses. But I will try to enlighten y’all anyway.

Ok look at this small child. She’s happy. She’s smilin. She’s ready for school. U see this face, and u feel inspired. U wanna work hard at school, show up like this, be like her, or maybe, just maybe, be wooed by her. Nah, she’s playin u. That is the face of a hunter. She’s gay, and she’s ready to play.

Manga!Eli has a type of control u could only dream of havin. And I’m not talkin about her being the student council president. That girl has well-honed, keen gay senses, and she knows how to use em to assert dominance.

U see that face in the top right? That’s her chillin in her natural habit. Megane is doomed cause she about to pull some serious shit talk on Otonokizaka when Eli is on her home turf. U see that blush in the bottom right? Megane underestimated Eli and allowed her to get too close. She’s done. Sacrifice her and run. And for some reason, u might think u and ur girl are safe, but think again.

Manga!Eli don’t give a fuck. She’s got a school to run and girl’s to woo, and she will do w/e she wants. Umi is ready to fight, but do u think she’ll win? Nah, she don’t stand a chance cause Eli is too goddamn powerful. All she gotta do is take some gyoza in her gay lil hands and feed em to ur girl. Ur done. Bye Umi. Idc if u do kendo. U can’t top that. But it don’t stop there. 

Eli just evolved to stage 2, and she ain’t messin around. Eli don’t like the way things are playin out, so she’s doin what she does best. Control. That hand on the shoulder and her lips that close to Honkers’ face is 100% pure gay power. Honkers belongs to her now, and there’s nothin Umi can do bout it. Now that Eli got ur girl, u think she’s done right? 

Nope. Final evolution. The mastermind behind boob. The ultimate boob master of the LL universe. If u got the boobs, u ain’t safe from that gay thirst. Eli will come at u full power. Lil tiny baby Manga!Nozomi tried to play it kind, safe, and modest, but that’s weakness, and Eli sensed it. She moved in for the kill, and she got it. Rip Nozo u were a brave soul.

tl;dr Manga!Eli is an absolute powerhouse. She’s got looks, talent, and gay thirst that goes unrivaled by anyone. She’s too gay and powerful for this world, and if y’all knew what was best, y’all would stay far, far away from this manga because she will take u, ur girl, ur boobs, ur house, ur dreams, and ruin ur entire life. Trust me I would know. And don’t even get me started on Manga!Nico.

Bad Dreams / Chapter 6

The gray wolf lunged for the black one and they instantly started fighting in front of you. Like before, all you saw was teeth snapping at one another as they clawed and fought. Your ears filled with the same frightening sound of growls and barks the wolves emitted, you barely even heard yourself whimper.

You didn’t realize that you had been moving backwards until your back bumped into a tree and you let your body fall to the ground against it. You watched on with wide eyes; it was like two wild animals fighting for a piece of meat.

And you were the meat.

Your body trembled but you were unable to move, unable to make sense of what was happening in front of you. All you could think of was Suho. The happy, smiling boy who you called yours, was a wolf.  How was it even possible? You must be dreaming. And you wanted nothing but to wake up.

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Too Late Part 2 - Requested (Calum)

This was requested by a couple of people 5sosfaningsince2011  clara2030  calm-hero ENJOY!!!


‘Jasper go grab a teddy’ you tell him, pointing to his bed where his collection of teddies are sprawled across his sheets, you stand throwing the last few items in his bag. ‘Mummy come?’ he asks as he reaches his arms up to you, you bend back over, picking him up and holding him on your hip to allow him to place his teddy in the bag. ‘No baby boy, mummy is staying home’ you tell him again. ‘I want mummy’ he pouts, his chin trembling a little.

‘Your gonna have a boys night with daddy and Uncle Ashton’ you remind him but he shakes his head, placing it on your shoulder and his little arms tighten around your neck. You sigh, picking up the bag and heading back down stairs; you leave the bag at the front door ready for Calum then walk through to the kitchen, placing Jasper on the table where you had already set out his coat and shoes.

‘Apple?’ he asks pointing at the fruit bowl and you laugh shaking your head, ‘Can mummy put your coat on first?’ you ask, he nods picking up one of his shoes and holding it to his mouth. You slide his arms through each hole before zipping it up; you push his foot into one of the shoes and then try to take the other form his hands. ‘Ta’ you speak but he frowns pulling it closer to his, mouth, you sigh picking him up and moving him to the counter, you place one hand on his legs so he wouldn’t fall and reached for an apple, and the apple cutter you push the apple through with great effort only using one hand, you hand him one piece of apple.

‘Can mummy have the shoe now?’ you asks, he takes the apple with one fist and drops the shoe, you grab it before it falls from his knee, just as you push on the shoe you hear the doorbell ring through the house, you lift Jasper into his high chair, placing a few more pieces of apple on the tray for him, you ruffle his hair. ‘I’ll be back’ you tell him, leaving the room.

You open the door, ‘You don’t have to use the bell Cal’ you tell him, looking into those brown eyes you’ve missed so much, he smiles shyly, ‘Yeah well, not my house no more’ he nods slightly, the words hitting you as much as they seem to hurt him. ‘Come on in’ you tell him, ‘I have packed up all his stuff, there should be plenty of nappies but your gonna need to grab some wipes’ you explain nodding to the bag on the floor, he nods too ‘No problem’ he stands awkwardly for a moment, hands stuffed into his pockets.

‘So erm…I was wondering if you maybe wanted to come to the park with us? You know before I take him’ Calum asks, you pull your phone from your pocket humming as you check the time. ‘Actually’ you tell him, rubbing your forehead already feeling terrible, ‘I have this thing, I…I gotta get ready’ you explain, he nods, and its then you notice his eyes don’t hold any sign of happiness, no excitement or love, but disappointment, hurt maybe and you feel your chest tighten.

‘Do you have enough money? You know taxis and stuff, I don’t want you getting stuck’ he asks, you smile softly seeing the care in his eyes, his hand coming from his pocket holding his wallet, you shake your head pushing his wallet down. ‘Cal you give me more than enough for Jasper’ you tell him, ‘I know it’s just…you know, I wanna look after you too’ he tells you his voice barley a whisper. ‘I’m good, thanks’. At that moment you hear a bang and snap your head towards the kitchen, rushing in to see Jasper looking over his high chair where his juice bottle is lying on the ground, you chuckle a little going over to pick it up.

‘Hmm apple, yummy’ Calum’s tone excited and caring now, he goes over to Jasper picking him out of the chair, Jasper giggles shoving the apple to Calum’s lips, he opens his mouth wide, the apple and Jaspers fingers disappearing into his mouth. Calum widens his eyes as he hums and Jasper laughs pushing his other hand on Calum’s nose to get his mouth of this hand.

‘Oh no, daddy’s ate your fingers’ you gasp, Jaspers eyes snap to you and he giggles again. ‘Yummy Jasper’ Calum smiles as he watches his son, ‘Should we go the park?’ Calum asks him, Jaspers eyes widen as he claps, moving his head forward, lips pouted to kiss Calum however head-butts him instead causing Cal to laugh.

You walk them to the door, taking the bag to the car for Calum while he buckles Jasper into his seat in the back . Once he is done, you move closer to him where he stands by the car door, you lean into the car pressing your lips to Jaspers head, ‘Love you little man, see you tomorrow’ you tell him, he pouts again and you smile brushing your fingers over this cheek to knock off a piece of apple. Calum closes the door and gives you a small nod, ‘Call if you need anything’ you remind him and he chuckles walking around the car.

‘I got it, enjoy your date’ he tells you, your taken back for a second, not mentioning it was a date you hadn’t thought he would have caught on but he had, and he wasn’t nasty, he gave you a genuine smile over the roof of the car before climbing into the driver’s seat. You step back waving to Jasper when he looks to you, the engine roars and then the passenger window rolls down. ‘(Y/N)’ Calum calls from in the car, you move closer, dipping your head back into the car ‘Let me know your home safe’ he tells you, you have no reply a bust of bubbling in your belly as you see that care in his eyes, the genuine love. You nod slightly before stepping back and watching them drive off.


-Hey, how’s our little man? Did he go down okay?-

You throw your phone onto the bed and head into the bathroom, switching on the radio and turning on the shower, you rid yourself of your clothes and step under the warming water, sighing as you untie your hair allowing your locks to fall down your back, the water making it heavier. You close your eyes tilting your head back.

You caught that feeling in your throat, tightening as you try to swallow down the chocking tears that were trying to fall. You think of Calum, his eyes sparkling, his smiling taking over his face as he holds Jasper, rocking him to sleep and you can’t help the longing feeling that you should be there, right under Calum’s other arm.

The last couple of months have been awful, you’ve smiled through, determined to be okay, for your son, for yourself but no matter how hard you try, no matter how busy you are, how tired the last thing you think of at night is the way Calum used to look at you, hold you, his smile that used to make all the stresses of the day vanish.

Calum the man who sleeps alone at night, or maybe not but that’s not your issue anymore. And you try to remind yourself why you are here, why he isn’t next to you but no matter how many bad things you remember, how shit he made you feel over the last months the old Calum has returned, your Calum. The guy who made you laugh until you cried, who would text to check on you, the one would couldn’t sleep without hearing your voice before he slept. And in fact, over those months apart you have spoken more than the last year you were together.

You drag yourself out of the shower, drying yourself before climbing bare under your covers, lifting your phone to see three un read messages from Calum.

-He’s fine, went to sleep hours ago, how was your evening?-

-Did you get home safely?-

-I miss you-

You feel tears start to run down your cheeks, before you have thought it through your holding your phone to your ear as it calls through to him, only two rings in and his voice whispers very lightly down the line to you. ‘Hey’

‘Hi’ you sigh, for some reason finding yourself whispering also, not to disturb the night. ‘Calum, I love you’

‘I love you’ he whispers, a crack in his voice, ‘Can I come home baby?’ he asks, this only causes more tears to spill from your eyes and you try to calm your breathing, pushing through the tears.

‘Yeah, yeah please come home’ you tell him, a weight leaving your whole body, you hear movement, ‘I’m leaving Jasper with Ash, I’m coming baby, I’m on my way, please just….just wait for me’ and the line dies. You lie in bed trying to hold back the reluctance of having him back, trying to keep your eyes open, waiting for him, finally to have your Calum.

You must have dosed off because next thing you know his arms are wrapping around your waist, pulling you into his chest, his lips pressing gently into your neck where he nuzzles himself in. ‘I got you baby, I’m here’.

Part 3

From Chelsea