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Come Home To Me

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Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam (polyamorous)
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         You were alone. The feeling of being alone was worse than most anything you could go through. There were times that you felt alone when you were around people. But this was real. The bunker was empty. And you hated it.

           Sam and Dean had forbidden you to go with them on this hunt. For some reason, they couldn’t face the thought of you being there when they faced demons and angels at the same time. You, on the other hand, were a mess. You were terrified for them. And all you could think about was the idea that they might not come home to you.

           It had been a week. The longest week of your life. You had spoken to both Sam and Dean on occasion. But it wasn’t enough. And the conversations never really gave you much comfort that they were safe. You just wanted them home.

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All Is Beautiful - Part 2 of 2

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Word Count: 4,000

Summary: Part Two. After saving you from a violent attack, Sam keeps in touch and you grow closer. This ended up being pretty smutty. It really took on a life it’s own. I’m not sorry. 

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, language and an animal death (briefly mentioned).

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How would BTS react when you're worried that they would leave you because they're so famous now

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Your boyfriend just came back from the very successful Music Awards. You couldn’t attend them, but watched them trough TV. The boys looked really fine and mostly your beautiful boyfriend Kim Seokjin.
But as you were reading all the Twitter comments you became worried. BTS was so famous and successful now and they would grow in the future. How could you fit in Jin’s life?

“Jagi… Why would you even think that?” He would ask you calmly but still worried because he would see the tears strolling down your cheeks. You told him about your worries when you two were eating and he talked nonstop about the BBMA’s.

“B-because… There so many cute girl out there, Seokjin, and they love you. I m-mean I saw the BBMA’s and you were so handsome and here I am, just me!”

Jin would look a little bit helpless at first but soon would hug you and tell you how much he loves you.

“Jagi, you’re the only one for me. I don’t care about the other ones! We’re together for 2 years now. Nothing changed my feelings for you and never will. Don’t worry.”  


Yoongi and you were a couple way before BTS debuted, so you know each other like the apple of your eye. He wasn’t a man of big words but you knew his words would always have a big meaning behind them.

When you would tell him your worries about, that he received so much fame and maybe you were a distraction for him, Yoongi just snorted and muted the movie that you two were watching.

“What the hell are you talking about, Y/N? Are you kidding?”

“I’m serious… I just think…”

“You think I would leave you because the band is so popular now?”


“We’ve been together for years now and last week we talked about names for our future kids. So whats that with your worries?”

“Maybe you’re right…”

“Of course I am. Now shut up and come here. I wanna cuddle.”

You smiled at your sleepy boyfriend and asked yourself why you’d ever think that Yoongi would leave you. You two were the most badass couple.


Hobi was the nicest human you’d ever get to know. He was kind, funny and a pure sunshine. Everyone knew about your relationship and the fans liked you very much. Together with BTS you joined their visit for the BBMA’s but you kept in the background because you didn’t want to distract Hobi on this important evening.

He smiled and cheered for the camera and you were so happy for the boys wen they won the Award. As Namjoon held the speech upon the stage, your sight were focused on Hoseok. He looked at the Award and smiled so brightly, it must have hurt his cheeks.

BTS deserved the world and especially Hoseok,  your favourite human on earth, deserved way better than just a simple relationship. You both talked about marriage and Hobi liked the idea about a family in the future. But the word ‘future’ was a stretchy term.

“Wow! This was just so crazy!” He began when you two were finally in your hotel room. “Did you hear all those screams, Y/N? The fans were so crazy omg I love them! And the award… It was just so amazing and… Y/N? Are you crying?”

With three long steps he stood in front of you and caressed your cheeks. You didn’t noticed the tears.

“What? Oh no, no. It’s okay…” You began but Hobi shook his head.

“Y/N, tell me whats wrong! Did something happen tonight?”

“No, it’s just… I’m so proud of you guys, you worked so hard but… Hobi, you’re a real star now, I mean… This is your life and I’m not an idol, I’m just me!”

“Babe. The stage is not my life. You’re my life! Are you afraid I would leave ya?”

You nodded and he hugged you real tight.

“Stop worrying about those things. I would never leave you. I mean, I love your personality and I want that our future kids will have the same as you!” He smiled brightly and you couldn’t other than laugh with him.  


“I’m proud of y'all, Baby.” You said to your boyfriend trough phone.

“Was my english ok? I was so nervous, gosh…”

“You did great, Joonie. And y'all looked very handsome.”

“Thanks Jagi. The boys are super hyped now haha, we’re celebrating a little bit with Paul Logan and some other guys.” He sounded like a proud kid and you were really happy for them.

“Ah, I see. Enjoy it then!”

“Thanks, Babe. Everything ok at your place?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, Joon.”

“Seriously? You sound a little bit distracted.”

“No, I’m good. There’s just…” You stopped and took a deep breath before you spoke. “We’re good, are we? I mean, you aren’t going to leave me, am I right?”

“What the… Babe, why are you asking this?” He sounded worried and you felt bad now.

“Because you’re so famous now and I’m just worried and I miss you…”

“Y/N, listen to me: I’m not gonna leave you, u hear me? Never. I love you and I miss you too. Now go to sleep and in 24 hours I’m next by your side.”

“Ok.” You smiled. “I love you too, Joonie.”

“Goodnight, Babe.”  


Jimin was a very soft and kind human. On stage he was the sexy dance beast but when he was home with you, he was a cute ball of fluff. He could be very manly and a full grown up, but he knew he never had to change in front of you. When Jimin was with you, he could be yourself and he loved it.

“Jagi? Did you saw my grey hoodie?” He called through your shared apartment.

“In the bathroom, Baby.” You called back. You were standing in the kitchen and making him breakfast, but this morning your thoughts just wandered.

“Uhm… Y/N? Are you okay?” He asked when he joined the kitchen and pointed at your hand. You were smearing his bread with butter but the problem was, there was no butter on the knife nor the bread.
You looked down and sighed.

“Baby, is everything alright? Since I’m back from the Music Awards you seem so distracted… Did something happened when I was away?”

“No. I’m fine, Jagi.” You answered. “I was just thinking how much you achieved the last years… I remember when we got to know each other and you asked me for a date…”

Jimin began to smile.
“Yeah. I was so nervous that you would say No. And now we’re celebrating our third anniversary this year. Time flies by, huh?”

“Hmm…” You hummed quietly. “Jimin? Would you ever leave me when things get much more stressful than now? You guy’s are so successful and famous…”

“Of course not! Never would I leave you for that, Honey! Please don’t worry about this! The last three years with you, were the best in my life! You were there for me in good but also rough times, why would I throw this wonderful thing between us away? I love you, Y/N.”

He kissed your forehead and you smiled.


Taehyung and you were called the ‘Chaos-Couple’ by the other boys. You two were funny, loud, overly excited about everything and perfect for each other.

You knew Tae since he was 8. You two were neighbours, best friends and later attended the same school. Only difference was that Tae was two years older than you. When he was 13 he asked you to be his girlfriend and you said ‘Yes’.  Since this day you were a couple and inseparable.

Taehyung was your big and true love and he thought the same about you. Since the first day of your relationship, you two talked about marriage, kids and the future. There was no such a thing as secrets or mistrust between you two. So when you became a little bit worried about all this fame and stuff, you just told him right ahead.

Tae wasn’t angry with you or something like that, he understood your fear and hugged you.  

“Jagi, I’m in love with you since I’m a kid and this love never changed just a little bit throughout these years. Don’t worry about this. I love you and I want to make you Mrs. Kim in the future!”


“Hey Seagull-Boy.” You greeted your boyfriend with a big smile on the door. Kookie smiled back and ruffled your hair before he leaned down and kissed you.

“Hey, Nerd-Face. I missed you.”

“I missed you too. Tell me everything about the BBMA’s, I just ordered food for us.”

“Didn’t you watched them online?” He asked and you nodded.

“I did. You guys were amazing and Namjoon did a good job as leader.”

“Yah, he really did. Hey, what did you thought about my hair? Weren’t they just amazing?”

“It was ok.” You smiled and Jungkook gasped.

“Okay? OKAY? Yah! You little punk! I looked fine as hell! All those girls were starring at me!”

“Don’t push your ego too high, Captain Seagull. They were looking at Jin and you know it. The third guy from the left slayed the evening.” You began to laugh when you saw Kookies face.

“I can’t believe you! I told you all those girls were looking at me and you didn’t even got a little bit jealous?” He asked and pouted.

“Why should I? We both know I’m the only one who bear with your arrogant ass.”

Kookie laughed and hugged you from behind when you walked into the living room.

“Yah… This kid.” He sighed and you just melted into his hug. You really missed him and closed your eyes when you mumbled quietly:

“But seriously… You wouldn’t leave me just because your so famous now and all those girls looking at you?”

“Awwwww… Is little Miss-Grumpy-Head a bit jealous after all?”

“Shut up…” You mumbled back and Kookie laughed before he kissed your hair and hugged you tighter.

“Never, Y/N. Never.”

“I love you.” You whispered and he hummed in return.

“Love you too, Munchkin.”

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2&12 with Yoongi?

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“As if I Deserve You”

Genre: Slight-Fluff, mainly Angst (oop)

2: “You love me as if I deserve you.”

12: “You’re a genius with facts, but you’re really stupid with people.”

- Admin Dayna

“I’m tired,” He whispered. “but I can’t stop thinking about you long enough to fall asleep.”

“What are you saying?”

“I don’t know…” His voice trailed off into silence. The quiet that fell between the two of you was eerie. Odd. You’ve never felt awkward in silence. But there was a tone in his voice that didn’t settle well with your now anxious heart. Yet Yoongi hadn’t spoken up since he fell into silence to relieve you.

“Yoon – “

“Sometimes –“ He started up once more, clearing his throat before finishing the thought, “sometimes when you’re around, I can’t look you in the eyes.”


“You’re just… what am I doing here?”

“What kind of existential crisis are you going through, Yoongi?”

“What the hell am I doing here, [y/n]? I don’t belong here.” His voice waivered. Was he about to cry? Your grip on your cellphone tightened. He was thousands of miles away. He can’t cry on the phone with you while he’s thousands of miles away. How are you to make him feel better when you can’t hold him? 

“Why do you sound like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re thinking about suicide or something…”

“What?” Yoongi responded confused. As if you were the crazy one. Rejecting the thought all together. You heaved a relieved sigh. “I was just thinking, [y/n], how lucky I am.” Lucky? Why would luck cause someone to sound so defeated? You sat up in your bed, holding the cell close to your ear. You held your breath afraid to make a sound and miss a word. “You love me as if I deserve you.”

“Excuse me?”

“Why are you with me?” He questioned with the same wavering voice from before. “You’re so fucking special… I wish I was special.”

“Min Yoongi.”

“I’m a weirdo –“

“A weirdo?” You repeated, nervously laughing.

“Here me out, shit!” He snapped. You could feel his smoldering scold through the phone. You muttered an apology and kept quiet. Yoongi hadn’t said anything for a while. You could hear his irregular breathing through the phone. He was fighting back tears, wasn’t he? This conversation was going nowhere. He was dwelling on something. A thought that was affecting him so deeply, he couldn’t even utter the words to you. What a useless feeling for the both of you. He was depressed and you had no idea what for. All either of you did now was sit on the phone in a melancholy silence. “[y/n].”


“You notice when I’m not around?”

“… huh?”

“When I’m not around, do you think of me?”

“That’s a stupid question, Yoongi.”

“What if it’s not stupid to me?” 

You licked your lips, closed your eyes and sighed. Frustration was building up between the both of you. “Of course I notice when you’re not around. I’m always thinking about you.”

“Probably not as much as I think about you.”

“You’re annoying me.”

“Sorry.” He mumbled and yawned. 

“What time is it where you are?”

“Umm…” You could hear shuffling in the background for a second before he finally gave you an answer. “2:25 AM.”

“Why are you up?!” You reprimanded him knowing damn well he needed to be up bright and early that day for work. He has been slacking on his sleeping habits for far too long. The boys had been complaining about it to you before, but now it was all too real.

“I told you why I was up!”

“You’re blaming me for your shit sleeping habits?”

“You’re not my mother, jagi.” He snapped, “you shouldn’t even be my girlfriend…”

“Why are you saying shit like that? What has gotten into you?”

“I don’t deserve you! I don’t deserve any of this… I don’t deserve the fans and the recognition –“

“Is that why you said you’re not special?”

“I’m not.”

“Oh shut up.” The longer the conversation went the more agitated the both of you felt. This back and forth was incredibly useless. Nothing was getting solved at this rate. “everyone loves you. I love you.”

“Why? I’m not special. I’m –“

“You’re a genius with facts, but you’re really stupid with people.” You say. 


“I love you, Min Yoongi. So does Army. So do Jin and Jimin and Tae and Kookie and Hobi and Namjoon – people love you. There’s nothing to really explain. We just love you. We care about you, we think about you every day and every night –“

“I –“

“I especially think about you every day and every night.” You cut him off, “do you know how much it hurts to hear you say you’re not special? You’re stupid sometimes, Yoongi, I swear! I could just – ugh!”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No. I’m not mad at you.” You bit your bottom lip, finding yourself choking up on the words you want and already said. God this was exhausting. “Listen. You need to sleep. I’m going to hang up, and you’re going to bed. Alright?”



“Yes, Jagi?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“I’m serious.” You said sternly.

“Alright… I get it. You love me.”

“Goodnight, Yoongi.”

“Night, jagi.”

The Girl by City and Colour

This is part of a drabble a day for seven days challenge, where you out your playlist on shuffle and write a drabble inspired by each song. @japril12 encouraged me to do this because she believes in me more than I do lol Sorry, if I don’t stick to schedule. :D 

I wish I could do better by you

Cause that’s what you deserve

You sacrifice so much of your life

In order for this to work

“Janine, who approved this?” He asks, trying to keep his voice calm. It’s not her fault. She’s not the one to blame, so he’s not going to yell at her. But, he’s this close to yelling at somebody and he needs to know who it is.

“I’m sorry, Dr.Avery. But, Dr.Harper Avery thought it would be best if it was you who gave the key note at the conference, since you’re set to take over soon, anyway.” She say, sounding a little nervous.

“Don’t remind me,” He groans, “There’s no way I’m getting out of this, am I?”

She smiles regretfully, and shakes her head. She’s a good assistant, loyal, smart and has never once tried to make a move on him. He appreciates all that. So, he keeps to his promise and doesn’t take his anger out on her.

“Thank you. Tell John we’ll be taking off tomorrow morning to Tokyo.” He asks her, and she jots it down on her tablet before heading off.

He falls back on his chair, and runs a finger across his brow. It’s something April always does when he’s frustrated, smooth his brow. She always offers a kiss after that and he misses that now. He has to call her. He has to let her know. He’s already wearing too thin on the whole business trips allowance. He’s been gone for a almost a week now, and it looks like he’ll have to extend that trip to about a week and a half.  He’s not particularly looking forward to this conversation.

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Horror movies are one of those things that most people tend to have polarizing opinions on. You either love them or you hate them; there’s not really that much of a middle ground there.

In your case, you loved them. It wasn’t always that way (there was a very traumatic incident involving the Nightmare on Elm Street franchise as a child), but you’d grown into liking a little bit of gore here and there. Especially around Halloween.

Once September rolled around, you were known to break out your horror movie collection and gather friends (mostly unwilling) for movie nights. You had them all pile up in your living room with blankets and snacks and watch whichever film happened to catch your attention.

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Not Bad of a Choice (Baekhyun) ~ Part 5


“Say that one more time.” he growled out slowly. I took a small step back, not wanting to be in the danger zone. His eyes glared at me.

“I-I said Lena is cheating on you…She’s at a restaurant right now with another guy..” I quietly repeated. He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Okay, I don’t know what kind of sick joke you’re playing but it’s not funny. Lena would ever do that.” he shook his head. Now it was me who rolled my eyes.

“Really? Why don’t you call her and ask her where she is right now? Oh, right, she obviously won’t tell the truth because she’s out with someone else.” I grumbled before walking into the kitchen. Like I thought, he followed me, his face still angry.

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The Real Thing

Title: The Real Thing

Athlete: Adam Henrique

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“Ignoring your alarm is going to make today even longer.” Adam said rolling onto his side to look at you, voice still deep and gravelly from sleep.  You could feel his breath on your shoulder but refused to acknowledge being awake.  “Babe, don’t you have a hair appointment soon?” Still ignoring his effort resulted in the covers being pulled from your body.  “Y/N, I love you but you need to get up.”  He kissed your shoulder as you finally rolled onto your back.

“I don’t want to go, you can’t make me.” You yawned out to him while trying to burrow under his arm.  He conceded after a few moments, letting you snuggle into his side and relax for a few moments before what was sure to be a hectic day.

“Your sister is getting married today; you are supposed to be excited.” Adam chastised you with a small grin.

“I would be if my sister still existed.  This is a stressed out, but don’t want help, bridezilla!  Can’t we just stay here all day?” You asked pushing further into his side.  He turned slightly to wrap you up in both arms.

The past few months of preparation for the wedding had been intense, you weren’t even in the bridal party and you felt the wrath of a stressed out bride.  Being her little sister made you an easy target for her vengeance.

“You know that’s not an option, but I’m here for you all day.  Doesn’t it help knowing you have one person there just for you?” Looking up into his grin you couldn’t help but smile back.  You still weren’t sure how you ended up being lucky enough to have him, but there was no way you were ever giving him back.

“You’re the best.” You said lifting your head up to give him a soft kiss.  Finding the strength you rolled out of bed and headed towards the bathroom.

The only thing which made you able to handle these past few weeks was Adam.  He was definitely something solid for you to hold onto when you needed it.  He also made you smile and step back knowing it was just one day out of your life and you could handle it.

After a quick shower making sure to keep your hair dry and running thru all the other morning rituals you stepped out of the bathroom.  “Did you bring the old button-down like I asked?” You asked Adam seeing him still lying across the bed playing on your IPad.

“Yeah, it should be in my bag.” His answer came directed towards the screen.

You pulled his bag onto the bed and started to pull the items out carefully.  The light blue dress shirt was nearly the last item in the bag.  Pulling it on you walked over to Adam looking over to see what was so consuming.  He was flipping through all the pictures you kept on the tablet; currently he was going through the pictures from a weekend getaway to New York you had taken to celebrate your three year anniversary.

“You look good in my clothes.”  He said smiling at you with his prominent cheekbones making your heart flutter.  You pushed his head away though, used to his cheesy lines.

“Someone needs to.” You responded walking away.  “I’ll be back in a couple hours.  Please try to be ready by then.”  You grabbed your key card and headed off to your parent’s room to get ready.

Your brother, Braden answered the door when you knocked.  “Why are you here?” You asked bypassing him to get into the room.

“Same as you, Mandy wanted to make sure I looked appropriate for family pictures on the big day.” He said following you into the room.  You turned around to give him a small laugh.  It was hilariously true that your sister was beyond control anymore.  She decided how your hair and makeup were going to be done because they were her pictures.

It took almost two hours for the stylist to curl and arrange your hair.  The entire time you were told to sit still.  Thankfully your makeup was a short fix and they allowed you to head out after.  You didn’t have to be told twice to follow that order.

Hurrying into your and Adam’s room you slammed the door shut.  Adam was adjusting the knot in his tie but stopped to look back at you.  “Look at you!” You exclaimed then gave a little whistle to emphasize your statement.  He had on gray dress pants with a matching vest, with a lilac dress shirt and deeper purple tie.

“All for you.” He laughed as you sat on the bed.  “You’re the one who told me to wear this anyway.” He finally got his tie straight before coming to sit next to you.

“I know; I just forget how handsome you are sometimes.” You said as he played with the curls in your hair.

“I got you a muffin and some milk if you want it.” He pointed to the desk in the corner.

“You are the best.  I should remember to tell you daily.” You had been hungry while getting your hair styled.

“Can you tell everyone?  Especially Gio.” Adam said watching you eat the muffin in a hurried fashion.  You nodded your head to his request as you continued to eat and get your dress out of the closet.

The deep purple dress had a flower pattern across the top and came to rest halfway down your thighs, the selling point had been it matching Adam’s tie.  After you had the dress situated Adam zipped the dress up.  You pulled the heels you were wearing on before turning to Adam.  “You ready for this day to begin?” You asked putting your phone in the small purse.

“Sure am.  You are going to protect me from the bridesmaids though right?” He asked while wrapping you in his arms.  The previous evening at the rehearsal dinner Adam had become the apple of several bridesmaids’ eyes.  It didn’t even faze them he was your boyfriend. 

“Yes sir, otherwise I’m going to have to show them what hockey girlfriends do.” Adam pulled you back from his chest to look down at you.

“What do hockey girlfriends do?” He asked with laughter in his voice.

“Get defensemen to take care of it.” You replied pulling him back closer.

“Sounds like a plan.” He pulled you out of the room. 

The ride to the gardens where the wedding was taking place was short.  You pulled Adam along as you looked for your brother amongst the crowd already gathered in the seating area.

“Well you clean up nice” You said dropping into the seat next to Braden.  Adam leaned over you to fist bump your brother before sitting down next to you.

“Right back at you little sis.” Braden responded to you.  “You’re lucky you have Adam to make you look good.” Braden laughed as you punched him in the side.

“Finally, someone else understands.” Adam chimed in.  You turned to him with a pout.  You truly were happy though, your two favorite men had made a quick friendship upon their first meeting.  Considering Adam had been terrified to meet Braden this was the best possible outcome.

“Over under on the length of this marriage?” Braden whispered into your ear as the groomsmen started to line up.  You had to stifle your laugh.  It’s true they had been together less than a year, but you hoped it’d last.

When your mother was seated in front of you already crying steadily you had to grip Adams hand to keep yourself together, the quiet snort was heard by the men around you though.  How was she crying before anything had even started?  Braden elbowed you in the ribs and you had to give him a glare to make him stop.

The ceremony went along without a hitch and your sister looked beautiful which was all that mattered to you.  Luckily, photographs were being taken at the gardens so you didn’t have to do anything but wait until it was time for family pictures.

“Adam you have to be in them too.” Your sister called out as they pulled your family up for pictures.  The startled look on Adams face made your heartbeat quicken.  You knew most of your family already considered him part of it, but to know your sister wanted him in her wedding pictures blew you away and apparently Adam too.  Adam took his place next to you and grabbed your hand tightly looking down at you with happiness reflecting in his eyes.

The reception was an experience within itself.  You had Adam and Braden to keep you occupied throughout the evening but after dinner when everyone started mingling your interactions with other guests became entertaining.

Explaining to a Great Aunt that Adam was a professional hockey player resulted in you having to show her clips on YouTube.  She then declared Adam was adorable and talented, pinching his cheek before walking off.

“All the ladies want you.” You teased Adam with a kiss on his cheek.

“Cougars, maybe I need to check out this path.” He joked back at you.  Braden broke out in laughter across the table at the two of you.

The bridesmaids from the previous evening tried to get Adam to dance with them, but he skillfully resisted, telling them the only way he was getting on the dancefloor was if you dragged him.

Braden snuck out at the first available moment.  You kissed him on the cheek thanking him for hanging with you and Adam and promised to cover for him if anyone asked what he was up to.

You did drag Adam onto the dancefloor a little while later and the two of you danced for quite a while before decided to call it a night as well.  You said goodnight to your parents before finding your sister and new brother-in-law to wish them well.  They leaving early in the morning for their honeymoon and you wouldn’t see them before.

Adam led you back to your hotel room as you flipped through the photos on your phone from the day.  “This one’s my favorite.” You said shoving the phone into his face to make him look.  The picture was taken by a cousin for you and consisted of you and Adam laughing while looking into one another’s eyes.  It was an outtake while trying to get a good picture with the beautiful flowers in the background but it showed the basis of your relationship; happiness and laughter and an overall love for one another.

“Send it to me, please.” He said pushing the phone back towards you.  You kicked your shoes off as you followed him towards the bed.  “This day was exhausting and all I had to do was watch.” He said falling onto his back spread out on the bed.

“Agreed.  I don’t think I could have lasted this late if we had more responsibility.” You mimicked his actions but tucked yourself into his side, your usual spot.

“When we get married can we just elope and tell everyone after?” He asked, causing you to sit up alert from this announcement.

“What?” You asked, this had come from nowhere and was news to you.

“All this isn’t us; we should just get married and tell everyone later.” He continued rolling to his side to look at you.  “You do see us married don’t you?”

“I do, wasn’t sure how you felt about it though.” You answered lying back onto the bed.

“Married with kids, dogs and a messy house is what I see for us down the road.” He answered you honestly.   “This isn’t me proposing though, just stating my desires.” He said rolling to swing his leg over you.

“I didn’t think you were.” You laughed at him. 

“Good.  I’m going to do it way better than this.” He motioned to the two of you lying on the bed.

“I wouldn’t complain though.  All I want is you.” You said kissing him.

“You already have that.” He kissed you again before pulling you closer into his side.

Close as Strangers 2

Finally here, the love you guys have given to this story is amazing and I appreciate all of you who have supported it and loved it so far. Definitely will be continuing this one.

Close As Strangers Part 2 (Part 1)

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Luke x Reader

(Before the phone call)

Luke’s POV

“Thank you all so much for coming out tonight! We love you! Please drive safe, and we’ll see you all soon!” I yelled into the mic at the end of our 15th show. It’s been a long rode to get to this one, and we still have about 20 to go, but I wouldn’t trade this opportunity for the world. The only thing that would make it better is if my girlfriend Y/N was here. She was the one who pushed me to be a better musician and write better lyrics about real problems. She taught me how to write and do things for myself, not to impress other people or make them like me. The boys all adore her also. Calum has grown an extremely close bond with her, Michael is always the one to do really scary stuff like skydiving and cliff diving with her (the things I could never do because of my fear), and Ashton gives her almost fatherly advice because he is 3 years older than her and it’s heartwarming when I catch them on the couch after a show and he’s treating her like his own.

Lately though, she hasn’t been herself. Usually when I call her after a show or an interview or even to tell her goodnight she seems…distant. Almost as if she’s tired of the same old conversations we have. It usually starts off with a hello then a how are you and then a goodbye and i love you. It saddens me that it seems like she’s done talking. I know she’s hurting back home, and I know she misses me and wishes I could be there since I haven’t even held her for 6 weeks. I have people that help keep me company and help keep my spirits lifted on tour, and it’s a big help because without them I’d be crying over how much I miss her. One of my good friends Arzaylea came on tour with us for a little while, just to be here and support us. A lot of magazines and interviewers ask if we have a thing, and I always say no because, well we don’t. She knows about Y/N, and Y/N knows about her being here. I can tell that Arzaylea being here isn’t in Y/N’s interest because of all the rumors, but I make sure to tell my baby that I love her not anyone else. No one, ever since I met her, has caught my heart that way she does.

After this huge show, everyone was around me, giving me high-fives, hugs, and congradulations all around. Arzaylea was the last to greet me, and she gave me a big squeeze around my waist.

“Great job dude! Wanna go out tonight? Celebration?” She clung onto me harder than usual, and had her face extremely close to mine. All I did was smile confusingly at her being so kind, and responded with a ‘maybe’. Then I patted her shoulder and walked off to a quieter area of the room to call my girlfriend.

I pulled out my phone and quickly clicked on her contact, where her picture was of her with cake all over her face from when I smashed it into her on her birthday. That day was probably the most fun we’ve ever had together, and I just had to get a picture to remember it. It rang only 2 times before she picked up. On my side of the phone, you could hear a bunch of chatter and loud laughs, but on her side, it was dead silent, which worried me.

“Hi darling.” I said sweetly.

“Hey babe…” She dragged it on and sighed. These phone calls were starting to not be enough for her to keep holding on, and everyday was a mystery. Each time I called, I always feared one day she would just be done and hang up. But I took my chances just to hear her sweet voice.

“Baby don’t sound so sad please…I can tell you about our show tonight. One of the best crowds, I’m dripping sweat, sang all the notes on key. I’m really missing you babe I wish you were here.”

I tried to sound as enthusiastic as possible to get her spirits up. But nothing worked, and she fired back at me with a forced sentence with frustration pouring through her words.

“Well that’s great, Luke.” I ran my hand over my face to keep my composure. She wasn’t making it any easier to be away from her.

“I think I’m going out with the guys tonight. Just a celebratory thing, nothing special.” I couldn’t just say I’d be going out with Arzaylea. She’d flip out and not speak to me. In a way that was a bad move on my part because I told her I’d always be honest with her. But I’m sure once I tell the guys about it they’d be down to go with us, so in the end I was going out with the guys, they just didn’t know it at this point.

“Ok, have fun.” She sounded tired, like she’d just ran a marathon and was trying to catch her breathe, so I sighed and hung my head low before saying goodbye.

“Lukey c’mon we’re leaving!” I heard Arzaylea call in the background. I quickly tried to hold my hand over the speaker of my phone so Y/N wouldn’t hear the name Arz called me. That was Y/N’s nickname for me, and only hers. Arzaylea never called me that because she said that she respected my relationship too much to ruin it. I don’t know why all of a sudden she’s being so much nicer than usual and trying to stay close to me. I moved further away from my spot and spoke into the phone.

“I’ll be back soon, I love you.”

“Love you.” She said quickly, and I hung up with a heavy heart and a slight headache coming on, and walked quickly out to our car.

Hours Later…

I woke up in my clothes from the concert, the button down shirt I was wearing was torn open, and Calum was in the other bed, snoring like a mad man. My sheets were all messed up, and I could hear a slight buzzing on our bedside table. I ruffled my hair while picking up my phone, and the first thing that caught my eye was the time. 2 AM. I smacked my hand on my head in disbelief. I was suppose to call Y/N when I got home! But an even more heart wrenching feeling, was that it was her name on my screen calling me. I was slightly worried and confused. She’s fast asleep at this time, and would only ever call me in the dead of night if it was a real emergency. She didn’t call me this late if she missed me.

I quickly answered with a groggy voice, and heard a sentence that ultimately scared me, but this sentence could make anyone else shit their pants.

“Hey, we need to talk.”

Dun dun dun….sorry to leave it on a cliffhanger guys! But I just wanted to get both sides view of what’s going on in their lives since they’re not with each other. This is everything that happened while Y/N was with Andrew! Request for part 3!

You’re My Light

A request by @siennese. She wanted a version of a christmas Maya where Lucas was involved. This is what came to mind. I hope you like it. 

Riley had just gotten home from her the gift exchange with her friends. When she walked in, she saw her parents and Auggie were curled up on the couch. They were watching Home Alone, but instead of joining them she went straight to her room.

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This is a continuation! I posted Long Distance Call (the one where Klaus and Caroline have phone sex!) a couple of weeks ago and @mindless-chatter requested a sequel when she kindly donated to @klarolinegivesback. The prompt was:

Established Klaroline living in Paris (continuation of Caroline’s dream sequence from Lalainajanes sexting drabble that was just published) but maybe the setting be in the restaurant as well as back at their Parisian flat?! Smut please.

I had a bit of trouble wrapping my head around the ‘established’ part plus I got a couple anon requests related to that drabble immediately after it was posted:

Any chance we can have a drabble / flushing out of Klaus’ little painting fantasy?

Follow up of that klaroline phone smut please? Caroline is at a small restaurant somewhere and he’s on the other side of the room, whispering down the phone and watching her whilst she has no idea?

So I decided to just throw it all together and write the getting together part too! Will probably be a 3-4 shot o’smut now. Thanks to @justanotherfiveminutes for the beta reading and @cupcakemolotov and @thetourguidebarbie for help when I was stuck.

Long Distance Call (Part Two)

“Where were you in 1617?”

She skips the ‘Hello’ and dives right in. Because after all the things they’ve said pleasantries don’t seem necessary.

There’s a long pause on the other end, and Caroline hears Klaus murmur to someone that he’ll be right back. The background noise grows fainter, and then nearly disappears. “Caroline?” Klaus asks, sounding puzzled. “It’s two in the afternoon, love. As much as I enjoy our… chats, I’m afraid you’ve called at an inopportune time.”

Caroline blinks for a second, then sits up, pushing her book away. “Oh, sorry. I know you’re busy. I was just reading this book, from the supplemental list for one of my classes, and I was wondering about something and I thought…” she trails off, before she can really start to ramble.

Truthfully, she’d dialed his number before she’d even thought about it.

Understandable, considering just how often she called Klaus these days.

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for @tragicash and @hemmocrat‘s breakup!5sos night based on this prompt

The obnoxious ringing of your phone pulled you from your slumber, prompting you to blindly reach for it and answer the call without looking to see who exactly was calling, only thinking that you wanted your phone to stop ringing. 

“Hello?” you asked, voice low and filled with sleep.

“Wow. I didn’t think you’d answer,” a deep, velvety voice breathed, as if unable to believe his good fortune.

“Don’t consider yourself too lucky,” you grumbled, realizing now that it was your ex-boyfriend calling. “I just forgot to silence my phone before I went to bed and didn’t bother looking at caller ID when you called. Had I seen that it was you calling, I would’ve ignored the call and gone back to sleep.”

He chuckled, but it sounded forced. “I’ll take what I can get.”

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daze (calum)

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Words: 1,600+

Warnings: foul language and alcohol use. nothing major.

A/N: if you haven’t noticed by now, i do drama. it’s kinda my specialty. i apologize in advance for how bad this is.

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Bleeding Love

Yixing X Reader

Genre: Idk tbh 

Words: 1.2K

A/n: Theres a part two dont worry 

Originally posted by parkchny

“I miss you.” I spoke to him as watched him fix his hair through the screen.

“I miss you too.” He said looking away from the mirror that was in front of him to glance at me for a moment.

I drew a long sigh as I saw his reaction as if it barely fazed him. He’s been on tour now for 3 months and we’ve barely had any communication due to scheduling issues. I watched helplessly in love with him as he combing a brush through his hair. He seemed to notice the silence that grew between us as he looked at me and gave me a smile.

My head rested on my hand as I sleepily looked at him. I sat on my bed with my laptop in front of me making use of a stand for my phone. I sat there in my pajamas, staring at the small screen. I glanced at the small clock that sat on the bedside table only to take note that it was 3:47 AM. I had stayed up waiting for his call since this was the only amount of free time he’s had in the past two days.

“Y/N, If you’re tired you can do to sleep love.” He spoke softly as he rested this head on top of his arm staring at me.

“I’m fine.” I lazily spoke back to him hoping my voice didn’t show how tired I actually was.

He stared at me through the screen bout to say something when loud noises seemed to fill the room he was in. He looked back and inwardly sighed as the commotion came closer. Baekhyun didn’t take long to pop out from behind Yixing and shout to the others I was on the Phone with him. They soon all crowded around the phone.

“I miss you Y/N!” Baekhyun and Chanyeol yelled into the phone together.

“I miss you guys too.” I said as I let out a small laugh at their excitement.

“Calm your tits save the energy for the performance.” Chen annoyedly said as he smacked the baekyeol couple on the head.

“Practice starts is 15 minutes guys.” Suho said as he walked into the room.

“Alright.” Lay called as he sighed again.

“I guess you should go.” I choked out not wanting him to leave knowing I wouldn’t see him for another few days.

“I probably should.” He looked at me sincerely as my 3am feelings started to pour out.

“Is Y/n crying? No we love you don’t cry.” Baekhyun’s voice was heard in the background.

“I love you.” I spoke as my voice was raspy as I couldn’t look up into the camera to face yixing’s eyes.

“I love you too baby girl.” He spoke as end hesitantly ended the call.

I got up to grab a tissue wiping my eyes of any excess tears that seemed to be running down my tears why my phone vibrated.


Hey baby I want you to remember that I love you and I don’t want you to be sad, I’ll be back soon. Goodnight, get some rest i’ll talk to you when I have chance.

You simply smiled and slipped in bed, emotions running through you that you seemed to ignore as you fell asleep.


“Y/N” You’re name was called as you looked at a tired looking Yixing.

His hair fell over his forehead as it was still wet seeing how he must of just gotten out of the shower. His shoulders were broad and clothless meaning he wasn’t wearing a shirt as he laid under the covers. His head was propped up on a pillow, as he held his phone in his hand.

“You look tired, why did you agree to facetime if you’re exhausted?” I questioned him.

“Because I miss you.” He spoke out as his eyes drooped.

“Do you ever think this wasn’t meant to work out?” I asked him making his eyes shoot open.

“What?” He said as he sat up in his bed.

“Don’t you get tired of it all? The long distance?” I questioned him.

Even though we sent ‘Good Morning’ and Good Night” texts every day the little communication, between us was torture. Three years of dating was mostly away from each other. I hated going out with friends and watching them with their boyfriends and me not being able to have Yixing around.

“Y/N no you can’t give up on us.” Yixing pleaded

“It was just a thought.” I trailed off feeling bad for bringing up the topic.

“Listen we gotta talk about this.” He said as Xiumin appeared in the corner keeping quiet as he just came out of the shower.

“Listen Yixing I have to go.” I said as I didn’t want to continue the conversation with Xiumin in the room.

“No we have to-”

“Good Night Yixing.” I spoke.

“I love you.” He whispered softly before I hung up.

“I love you too.” I whispered only realizing it was too late and he couldn’t hear me.


Can we talk about this tomorrow?


Yixing I said it was just a thought


Great we’ll discuss this tomorrow Goodnight love.

This Distance is Killing Us

It’s hard being in love with someone who is usually over 3,000 miles away from you constantly and it’s always hard trying to make it work. But somehow you and Niall made it work. You were still going strong after several months of him being away, but the only problem was that he barely had time to talk or skype you. And when he did have time, you were usually asleep or working. But on the rare occasions that your schedules lined up perfectly it would make your entire week better. Just talking to him or seeing him for a few hours made you crave for him to once again to be by your side, and it sometimes left you almost more sad than it did happy because once the conversation was over and you had said your goodnights you knew it would be a few weeks before you would get a chance to talk to him like that again.

But tonight was one of those special nights where you would get to talk to him for hours. You opened up your laptop and logged into your skype, it wasn’t long before you saw his face. Your smile stretched across your face just from being able to see him, he looked amazing. He was wearing his hair just the way you like it and he was dressed in a long black sleeved shirt like he was about to go somewhere important.

“Hey Y/N,” Niall said with a grin that made you melt inside, “you look so beautiful, how was your day?”

“Today was like every other day without you, pretty much uneventful. I mean your brother called to see if I could babysit next week, but other than that it hasn’t been very exciting,”

“If you are getting excited over babysitting than you really are bored,” Niall laughed and you knew if he was here in person he would have poked you in the side until you laughed to, but you just rolled your eyes and smiled.

“Hey I love that kid, I actually love watching him, he is adorable,” you say. Someone in the background yelled for Niall and he turned around and shouted back.

“What was that about?” you ask still smiling because you were getting to see him.

“Oh nothing really some of the boys wanted to go to the pubs tonight and I told them I would go,” he said scratching his head. You looked at what he was wearing. It made sense, he never really dressed up for video chats usually he wouldn’t wearing a shirt at all.

“Oh,” your smile faded, “when are you guys going out?”

“like,” he looked at his watch, “ten minutes,”

“Are you serious?” you asked shocked. You didn’t get to see him that much and he was with these boys everyday for months on end. The fact that he was choosing to go out with them when you two barely got to talk made your insides churn in anger.

“I knew you would be upset, but I didn’t want to cancel our video chat, I figured ten minutes would be better than nothing,” he said ruffling his hair.

“Niall we barely get to see each other,” you sighed not really wanting to fight since you only had a few minutes to talk, “It’s just that it really sucks that you-”

“NIALL,” you heard ashton yell. He liked hanging out with the 5sos boys they made him feel like a teenager again, instead of an adult with responsibilities, “the car is here,” ashton came into view, “oh, hey Y/N!”

“Hey,” you gave a halfhearted wave and smile.

“I thought I had ten minutes,” Niall said looking at Ashton who was leaving the room sensing the tension between you and Niall.

“yeah they got here early,” Ashton said leaving the room quickly.

“Alright babe, I am so sorry, I thought we had more time tonight,” Niall said leaning in to the laptop.

“how ironic so did I,” you said looking over at your bedroom wall not wanting to look at him.

“Y/n don’t be like this,” Niall started to say but you interrupted him.

“No, Niall you don’t be like this! You are literally gone half of the year and we barely get to talk because of both our schedules and I get you want to have some time with the guys, but seriously?! I just want to see my boyfriend when I have a bad day and I can’t. I want to cuddle with my boyfriend at night and I can’t. I literally just want to talk to you and I fucking can’t,” you didn’t want to cry but you could feel the burning in your throat and eyes warning you it was about to happen.

“It’s just,” you paused and took a deep breath, “I get you want to party, I do too. But I am also committed to making this relationship work and I feel like you aren’t. Just because you disappear for half a year doesn’t mean my life here stops. Sometimes I wonder if,” you stopped yourself before you said something you would regret, “you know what never mind, go have fun. Call me whenever you feel like it,”

“Y/N” Niall said but you hung up the call not wanting to talk to him anymore. You closed your laptop and stared at the ceiling hoping that the fight you just had with Niall wasn’t real. You sighed and leaned against your pillow and let a tear fall, fighting with Niall was the worst feeling but when he wasn’t here you didn’t know how it was going to get any better.

The next few days passed and you still hadn’t heard from Niall, he hadn’t called or even texted a word to you. Your heart was slowly breaking because you wondered if he even wanted to be in a relationship anymore and then you started to panic that maybe something happened to him, but if something bad had happened to him then you would have heard by now. It would have surely been on the news.

You pulled out your phone and went on twitter to see if he had been on. Your stomach started getting anxious when you didn’t see any recent tweets. You decided maybe the fans had seen him so you would check their fan accounts that usually kept up with where they were. But they hadn’t posted anything about Niall in several days.

“Fuck,” you whispered under your breath. Whatever, you thought to yourself, If he didn’t care enough to call then it was his own problem and you didn’t need to talk to him when he was being a baby anyway. Plus if something was seriously wrong with him someone would have called you by now. They had a week off till their next show and they were only scheduled for interviews so he could have just been busy, but you doubted it.

You opened up your apartment door and the wonderful smell of pasta hit you immediately.

“Hello?” you shouted nervously. You hadn’t been expecting anyone and you don’t remember leaving any windows open to where that smell could be coming from outside.

“Wait one second,” you heard a familiar voice shout. Niall came around the corner in his sauce covered apron and a spoon in his hand, “it isn’t quite done yet,”

“Niall,” you breathed softly. The fact he was standing in your apartment instead of half way around the world right now shocked you. You followed him to the kitchen and you saw that he had made your favorite dinner. You felt tears prickling in your eyes.

Niall took everything off the burners and took his apron off. He looked at you with an apologetic smile and came over to you and took you in his arms, “I am so sorry Y/N,” he said kissing the top of your head, “You were right, I should always make time for you and I took you for granted. You don’t have to wait around for me and yet you do. You deserve to have a boyfriend who is here for you 24/7 but I just cant do that. You deserve to have a guy who can surprise you when you are having a bad day and I cant do that. But I do love you more than any other man ever could and I really hope that you decide that I am worth all this trouble,” he said looking down into your eyes. You had tears running down your face and you nodded fast. You leaned up and pressed your lips against his, hungry for something you had been denied for months.

“You will always be worth the trouble,” You said after you broke away, “I love you so much Niall Horan,”

“God Y/N I love you too,” he said leaning back in for another kiss, glad he had been forgiven.

Reddit Nosleep: My Daughter is a Doll by Reddit user TheyAreBack

Let me start off by saying I’m not crazy, or at least I don’t think I am. I suppose I’ll leave it up to the reader. I couldn’t tell you if I’m dealing with a ghost, a demon, or something else beyond my grasp. Any light you could shed on the subject would be great.

My story starts out innocently enough. Two months ago I was in WalMart, when I saw a life size doll that looked just like my daughter, Abbie. Again, WalMart. Not at an estate sale, not in an abandoned building, and not even some creepy, one off clearance item without a box or price tag. There were dozens of them; I’ll even add the link to the doll at the end if I remember. Anyway, I texted my wife a picture of the doll, and she admitted they looked similar, so I bought it on a whim.

When I first showed Abbie the doll, I asked her who it looked like. “It’s Baby Shrek!” She squealed, clearly not on the same page as me. “Don’t you think it looks just like you? It could be your twin sister!” I asked feeling foolish, hoping to convince her to side with me. “Twin sister, twin sister” she yells, grabbing the doll and dancing around the room. Mission accomplished!

I take Abbie out for ice cream, and ask if she wants to bring her sister along. “Yes daddy! What’s my sister’s name?” I’m not very quick witted, so I’m surprised when I instantly blurt out: “Tabitha”. “Tabby!” she says with delight. She’s smart for a 3 year old, but struggles with bigger words. Actually, Abbie and Tabby would be perfect names for twins; twin names always have that corny and awkward ring to them, like my twin friends Donnie and Danny.

A couple days later, Abbie and Tabby were inseparable. Abbie has never had an imaginary friend, so I was surprised to see her get so attached to Tabitha. We live in a small town and so far the only neighborhood kid even close to her age is 7 and he’s a brat, so I’m happy to see her bonding with someone until she starts preschool. I start to play along and begin to share my daughter’s enthusiasm for Tabby, talking and playing with her just like I would my actual daughter.

My wife tells me she needs to take Abbie to finish her immunizations. She knows I won’t go because she’s stronger than me. I can’t bear to see my baby girl cry when they poke her with a needle. I load Abbie in the car seat, and kiss her forehead. “Sit here sweetie while I go get Tabby!”
“Tabby doesn’t need her shots daddy, she’s a doll.”

Surprised at her change in perception about her sister, I ask: “Don’t you want her to keep you company?” “No, daddy, you take care of her while I go to the doctor.”

The car pulls away and I wave goodbye and blow kisses as I always do. As soon as they’re around the corner, I sprint up to the attic. I have a mini fridge up there to keep my beer out of Abbie’s hands. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a cold beer to myself, and with a couple hours to spare, I might as well take some ‘me time’. I crack one open and bring the rest of the six pack downstairs. I haven’t seen adult TV shows in so long I’ve forgotten how to swear effectively. Always Sunny in Philadelphia is on, and I’m in the zone.

I’m only a few minutes in, when I feel the stare. There’s Tabitha on the other end of the couch looking right at me. As a rational man I try to shrug it off and laugh. I taunt her with: “Eat shit, you porcelain bitch!” The show is rubbing off on me already, and I can’t stop giggling. Time for a pee break. My bathroom is on the other side of the room, so I freeze when I emerge to Tabitha once again looking directly into my eyes. Spooked, I move all around my living room trying to escape her icy lifeless stare. This doll is like the fucking Mona Lisa, and I’m not about to let it ruin my daddy time. I man up and toss it into Abbie’s room. Although still weirded out, I enjoy a few more episodes of Always Sunny, and polish off the beers. It’ll take a lot more than a creepy doll to keep me from enjoying these precious few moments alone.

Two days later I had entirely forgotten the whole thing. Abbie, Tabby, and I were back to our usual selves playing tea party, writing postcards to grandma, and living the American dream. We plan a picnic together and head out to the backyard to feast. Abbie and Tabby nibble on their snacks while I lay back in the hammock. I hear whispering and look over to see what they’re up to. The first thing I see are those fucking doll eyes. Her head is twisted around behind her and she’s looking directly at me, while Abigail is sitting on the opposite side of her. “What did you do to Tabby’s neck, sweetie?”, I stammer. My daughter looks at me with that same cold stare. “She’s looking at you because she doesn’t like you daddy”.

It gets worse. It gets so much worse. 3 weeks go by and that doll always seems to be somewhere she shouldn’t be. Every time I wake up, Tabitha’s eyes are the first thing I see. No matter who is in the room, her eyes are always focused on me. I’m not about to admit to anyone what is going on, so after 2 sleepless nights I’m relieved to have to go out of town on a work trip. I hit New Orleans and call my wife from my room’s phone to let her know I made it there safely. I’m halfway through telling her goodnight as I’m sleepily opening my luggage for my pajamas. I scream when I see Tabby glaring at me. My wife is laughing as the people next door pound on the wall to get me quiet down.

I don’t have a chance to compose myself when I hear my daughter in the background begging for the phone. “Daddy, did you find Tabby? I sent her with you so you guys could learn to be friends. I miss her so much, please take good care of her.” My instincts are to chuck the fucking thing right then and there, but I’m a grown ass man and my daughter deserves better. I take the doll down to the parking lot and shove her into the trunk. I get back up to my room and can scarcely sleep. I finally pass out about 6 AM and wake up with a start, one hour later. I open my eyes, expecting to see the doll in bed next to me, but I’m alone. After a miserable continental breakfast I pop the trunk and there she is. I’m shocked that she stayed put, but after a month of torture and a few sleepless nights, I’m at my wits end. I decide to just buy my daughter a new toy. Hell, I’ll buy her a dozen new toys to get rid of this thing.

There’s a dumpster at the other end of the lot and I take great joy in marching over there to end this nightmare. I open the lid and just as I’m about to drop her, I get that same feeling I got when I first saw the doll. This looks just like my daughter, I can’t do this.

I somehow finish my meetings in Louisiana and decide to just tough it out and drive back home tonight. I was a psychological wreck, and needed my wife and my daughter. I put Tabby in the front seat, and talk to her the whole drive home. I think I see her turn her head to me out of the corner of my eye, but I choose to ignore it this time.

Somehow I make it back in one piece; my daughter gives me a kiss and yanks Tabitha out of my arms. “Tabby I missed you so much”. I was happy to see my daughter smile and dance around the room with Tabby; they really do look so much alike! As Abbie carries her twin sister down the hall into her room for bed, the doll’s head twists around and glares daggers right through me. “I can’t believe I fell for that”, I think to myself. ”She conned her way out of the dumpster this morning, but this ends tomorrow. “

So here we are, today is the day. I haven’t slept a wink last night, and my wife is taking my daughter to her sister’s house for brunch. My two little girls sit hand in hand on the couch and I scoop Abigail up and carry her to the driveway. My wife rushes past and sits in the front seat. “Sorry you’re not feeling well” she says. “We’ll see you in a few hours”. I hurriedly buckle Abbie into her car seat and tell her that Tabby and I will be here when she gets back. I shut the door before she can protest, and I excitedly wave goodbye and blow kisses. I sprint back to the house as soon as they turn the corner.

I probably took a little too much pleasure in disposing of that evil fucking doll. Even though she never actually hurt me, I knew what she was capable of, and I had to strike first. The first thing I did was pop those ghastly little eyes out. “No more ghoulish stares from you.” I ripped all of her hair out, shredded her clothes and swung her into the coffee table by her feet. I couldn’t believe how much better I felt. It only took 15 minutes to finish Tabby off. I put her in my neighbor’s garbage can so my wife and daughter wouldn’t stumble across her.

I come around the corner and am surprised to see my wife pulling into the driveway, she must have forgotten something. She angrily rolls down her window and yells, “What is wrong with you? Get this doll out of the car seat, and go get Abigail!” I look down to my blood soaked hands and wish I had never bought that cursed doll.

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LUKE 3 I love u

“Tell me what to do and I’ll do it!”

“Well first you need to calm down-”

“I can’t calm down! I’ve been alone with the baby for 45 minutes and she won’t stop crying and now I am crying-” you could hear your beloved baby wailing in the background, her piercing cries echoing through the phone and making your heart ache, and Luke didn’t sound like he was fairing much better. You could hear the waiver in his voice as he bounced your daughter in his arms gently, the phone tucked away between his cheek and shoulder as both arms were occupied by a squirming baby. “I’m a horrible dad I can’t do this-”

“Luke!” You off his hysteria abruptly, continuing with a more soothing tone, “You are a wonderful dad baby! Have you seen if she needs to be changed?”

“Of course I did!” He almost sounded offended that you asked.

“Okay, okay! Have you tried to feed her?” He makes a noise of confirmation, “and burped her afterwards?”

“I’ve done everything! Why do you hate daddy princess? What has daddy ever done other than love you?” Luke babbled in a baby voice to the little bundle in his arms, sounding close to hysteria again, so you decided to take a different approach.

“Have you tried singing her a lullaby?”

“A lullaby?” Luke seemed genuinely surprised at the suggestion.

“I mean, you’ve tried everything else? Why don’t you try sitting in the rocking chair and singing her to sleep?” He doesn’t answer you right away, but you can hear the distinct sound of him walking up the stairs. It isn’t long before you hear the phone being put on speaker and Luke awkwardly clearing his throat.

“Cross your fingers this works,” he takes a deep breath before singing, “And don’t go to bed yet love, I think it’s too early, and we just need a little time to ourselves…”

The crying has stopped by the time he had finished the first verse, and you can hear the relieved giggle in his voice as he keeps singing. You listen contently as you imagine Luke singing down to your daughter, her eyes wide and thumb stuck in her mouth as she watches her daddy and lets him rock he to sleep.

He trails off the song quietly, shuffling around and his voice is almost inaudible when you hear him quietly whisper, “Goodnight my little love.”

The door shuts with a click and Luke finally brings the phone back to his ear, “It worked!” He cheers quietly, sounding happier that the last time he spoke.

“We got this whole parenting thing down,” you tease lightly, and you can hear Luke’s beautiful laugh.

“I guess we do make a pretty good team.”

Preference #52 - Your Child Is a Daddy's Girl/Boy

A/N - thankyou for your request darling!! hope you enjoy it:-)Xxx



“Shh, shh.” You soothed, rocking the one year old in your arms, your eyes blearly and head pounding. It was 4am and the third time that you had been out of bed with her tonight. “You don’t need Daddy to get you to sleep, Mummy’s here.”

“Dada, dada.” She babbled sadly, trying to move herself away from you. 

Ashton had been working hard in the studio recently, sometimes being at work over 12 hours a day, as well as planning their next tour. It was hard work for him, leaving early in the morning and not returning until late.

“Babe, you okay?” Ashton mumbled, entering the nursery topless and with messy bedhair. 

“Go back to sleep Ash, you must be exhausted and you need your sleep.” You replied, as he shook his head and your daughter held her arms out to him. 

“Why aren’t you being kind to Mumma, hm?” He murmured, resting her against his chest where she settled. You sighed, rubbing your eyes as the lack of sleep caught up with you.

“You’d think she’d be closer to me, you know, since she was inside me for 9 months.” You added, as Ashton rolled his eyes. 

“She doesn’t love you more, I promise. I bet she just missed me, that’s all. She loves you so much too babe.” He reassured you as you rested your hand on her back. 

“Do you mind if I go back to bed?” You asked quietly, as Ashton nodded and kissed you goodnight again.

“Stop being such a Daddy’s girl, you.” He bopped her nose and sighed, wondering what he could to make sure you knew that she loved you just as much. “Goodnight my princess.”

He snuggled into bed next to you and wrapped his arms around you, stroking your hair, trying to comfort you because he knew you were hurt. “Hey, she loves you. And I love you, don’t be upset.”


You sat in the lounge of the hotel room, reading a magazine and catching up on the latest celebrity gossip [even though most of it was lies anyway] and waiting for Calum to return from the show.

You glanced at the travel crib and peered over the top of the bar, seeing your 9 month old son sat up and gripping the rails with his chubby hands.

“You still not going to sleep baby boy?” You cooed to him, stroking his hair as he looked up at you. “Waiting for Daddy? I know you miss him.”

You got frustrated sometimes; he wouldn’t fall asleep without cuddling Calum or at least hearing his voice. You had tried playing 5SOS’ music to him, but it didn’t work. He had to see his Daddy before he could sleep. “Come and cuddle with Mumma.”

You scooped him up and held him close, much to his protest. He squirmed against you and tried to be put back down, which made yu finally agree with what you suspected. He loved Calum more than you.

Tears clouded your vision as you bit your lip, trying to stop them from falling. You laid him back in his crib, then returned to your bed and rested your head on the pillow. 

Calum returned, exhausted and sweaty, to find you curled up and crying silently, his son crying for him. The baby boy made an excited squeal and Calum scooped him up, kissing his forehead. 

“Baby, what’s happened?” He asked, sitting next to you and rubbing his hand up and down your sides. “I’m here now, it’s okay.”

“He loves you more than me. I can’t even comfort my own baby, he wouldn’t go to sleep without you. He didn’t even want his own Mum.” You sobbed, as he wiped your tears away, still trying to balance the baby in his arms whilst helping you. 

“He doesn’t baby, he loves you. He’s just a Daddy’s boy, that’s all. You were a Daddy’s girl, hm?” He soothed, stroking your hair. “He loves you, I promise.”

“Then why can’t I just get him to sleep? He tried to move away from me Cal.” You replied, and Calum sighed. He didn’t know what to say to make you feel better. 

“Hey, you’re his Mummy. I promise you babe, he loves you. He’s just being clingy. He loves you, and I love you, okay? Now lets get some sleep. I’m exhausted." 


"Is Daddy home yet?” Your four year old daughter asked, as you scooped her out of the bath and wrapped a towel around her body. 

“Not yet darling, no. I’m here though.” You replied, kissing her forehead. You knew she’d always been a Daddy’s girl, but recently, she’d been even more clingy to him. 

He’d been spending more time away because they needed to get their album finished before their tour started, even though it wouldn’t be out until after. You didn’t understand that, and neither did he, but it was out of his control.

“Will he be home to read me a bedtime story?” She asked, and you sighed, feeling defeated. 

“I don’t know, i’m sorry baby.” She sighed and skipped into her bedroom, leaving you to clean the mess that she had left in the bathroom. "It’s bedtime sweetie, you get comfy in bed and i’ll come and read to you.“ 

"But I want Daddy to read to me.” She pouted and crossed her arms, being as stubborn as she usually was. 

“He isn’t here, but I am.” You smiled, as she sighed and laid in bed. “Daddy might be home in time to kiss you goodnight.”

You laid down next to her and began to read her story, and she fell asleep almost straight away. Or so you thought… She didn’t look like she was genuinely sleeping. She just wanted you to leave. 

You sat in the lounge, scrolling through social media with the TV on as background noise. Luke returned home eventually, quietly because he knew that his daughter would be asleep.

“Hey baby, I missed you.” He greeted you, giving you a long passionate kiss before you explained what had happened.

“I’ll go up and see her.” He replied, rubbing his temples. As he made his way upstairs, he could hear here crying from her bedroom. “Baby girl, i’m home.”

She ran up to him and he caught her in his arms, cuddling her close and rubbing her back. “What’s wrong my love?”

“I think Mummy is mad at me ‘cause I wanted you to read to me. And I missed you Daddy.” She cried, as he swayed from side to side, trying to get her back to sleep.

“I missed you too, Mummy is okay. You just go back to sleep now, i’ll be here in the morning with you. I love you my princess.” He reassured her, before trying to work out how to help you accept that she loved you just as him. 


“Daddy no.” He whimpered, snuggling down further into Michael’s chest. “Stay here.”

The two year old was half asleep on him, having woke up in the middle of the night and not settling again without Michael. He was supposed to be leaving for a day of promo, but his baby wasn’t making it easier. 

“I’m sorry buddy, Daddy has to leave now. You can stay with Mummy though, she’s still here!” He reassured him, patting his back as he tried to pass him over to you.

He protested, loud crying filling the room as guiltiness coursed through his veins.

“Daddy, no.” He blubbered, as you tried rocking and hushing him and having no effect. “Want Dadda.”

“Don’t give in to him Mikey, he needs to learn he can’t always have you.” You sighed, as he continued to cry and tried to take wobbly steps towards Michael. 

He sighed and looked at you, before giving in completely and picking the two year old up. “One more cuddle, then I have to leave.”

You felt like crying; your own baby didn’t want to stay with you. You’d carried him for 9 months, given birth to him and breastfed him for nearly a year, but no, that wasn’t good enough.

“Someone’s being a Daddy’s boy today, hm?” Michael soothed, rubbing a steady hand up and down his back. 

“You’re gonna be late.” You added, as he checked his phone. 

“He’s more important than work babe, and you are too.” Michael replied, kissing the settled baby’s forehead and stroking his brown tufts of hair. 

“I can handle him, you go babe.” You said, determined to comfort your own son. He passed him over again as the baby protested again, and Michael kissed you before leaving the house. “I’m sorry he’s being like this.”

“No, I am.”

He Says Something He Doesn't Mean (Part 2)

Here’s the link to part 1

     Harry’s POV: “Fuck!” I cursed and slammed my fist down on the counter, 

       "Uh, I..think I should leave,“ Matt mumbled as he picked up his coat. I shook my head at him, 

     "Why did you climb into bed with her?” I asked, he sighed, “Because…I dunno I was tired and, seeing you two together made me think of my own girlfriend and I just wanted to hold someone, I’m really sorry mate.” he sighed, I nodded and turned back around to pour myself a drink.  

      Hours went by, Matt had gone home and (Y/N) hadn’t returned, the phone rang but my head was pounding so much that I didn’t care to answer it. 

     After about the third ring I groaned and made my way over to the phone, 

      “What?” I muttered, “Harry! It’s Niall…(Y/N) is at the bar again, some guy is trying to chat her up, I think you should see this,” My eyes flew open at the sound of her name, “What bar?” I asked, Niall gave the name and I was out the door. 

      Your POV: You were sat at the pub, it was nearing closing time but you were having a conversation with Jack, a guy who had just broken up with his girlfriend. You weren’t sure where you and Harry’s relationship stood but you didn’t know if it was over either. 

      You spotted Niall watching from across the room and rolled your eyes, continuing your conversation with Jack. 

       "Then I find her cheating on me right? So I tell her it’s over and she fucks my best friend as ‘revenge’ like what kind of shit is that?!“ he exclaimed, he was pretty drunk but you hadn’t taken a sip of the drink he bought for you. 

      "My boyfriend thinks I’m a whore,” you sighed and twirled the olive around in your cocktail. You caught him smirking, 

      “Are you?” he winked, you scrunched your face up, still looking at the cocktail, “I-I don’t,” he cut you off, “Because if you are, we can just skip the small talk and-” he was pulled back by his collar. 

       "Get the fuck away from her,“ Harry ordered, glaring at Jack and pushing him away when he tried to get closer again, 

      "C'mon (Y/N), you don’t need this asshole.” Jack said around Harry, looking at you, Harry looked back to you, conflict residing in his eyes with hurt. 

      “(Y/N)…please don’t leave.” he begged, you hated seeing Harry so hurt, but he had said something to hurt you as well. 

     "Harry…you pushed me away, you’re too good for-“ he interjected, placing a finger over your lips. 

      "I may be drunk and the dumbest asshole ever, but I could never ever think that I was too good for you. You helped me get through a lot, you loved me when I thought I was incapable of ever feeling love, and you…you fixed me. If you leave with him, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to be the same. I’m so, so sorry for what I said. You of all people didn’t deserve that, I love you, I could never ever think of you as something that low. You are mine, and I should’ve listened to you. Please…come home with me,” you turned back to Jack and the glanced at Harry. Were you willing to let  2 years of a relationship fade to be with this guy for a night? 

     Zayn: I ate my food alone, I presumed (Y/N) was upstairs working so I shrugged and continued to eat. I couldn’t tell if something was wrong but when (Y/N) came downstairs fully dressed and an overnight bag in hand…well it didn’t take a genius to figure that something was wrong. 

       "Where are you going?“ I asked, "Out,” she said, I narrowed my eyes, “And where is…out?” I asked. She shrugged and picked up her car keys,

         "Wait! I asked you a question and when I ask you a question you answer me!“ I exclaimed, getting heated. She turned, a furious expression on her face. 

      Your POV: You were finished with your paper, a few of your friends had invited you over to their house, feeling the need to get out of the house you agreed and packed a bag along with your laptop, just in case. You walked down the stairs with your bag to find Zayn eating his food, you rolled your eyes, you hoped he was enjoying it. 

        "Where are you going?” he asked, you were blunt, “Out,” his eyebrows knit together as he crossed his arms and asked, “And where is…out?” you shrugged and picked your car keys up, you headed towards the door until you heard Zayn yelling, 

       "Wait! I asked you a question and when I ask you a question you answer me!“ he shouted, you turned around and shot back, 

      "I’m sorry, would you like me to be more like Perrie? Cook you a nice little meal, clean the house up, put a movie on, spread my legs for you and say goodnight? Sorry Zayn, but I’m not her, since you’re so adamant on having every girl you date be like her, why don’t you go and fuck her?!” You exclaimed before slamming the door and leaving the house. 

      Niall: Shit, I screwed up. I didn’t even know what I was saying…I just couldn’t think whenever she mentioned her ex, to me he was a waste of time, but…I still shouldn’t have said what I said.  

        “(Y/N)!” I yelled as I ran outside to try and catch up with her, but her car was already speeding down the road. I cursed and ran back inside to call Harry, 

      “Hello?” he answered groggily, “Harry! I fucked up, I need your help, (Y/N) just left and she’s going to the airport, she’s leaving me! Help me please I don’t want to lose her,” I yelled into the receiver.  

       "Whoa whoa mate, slow down, what happened?“ he asked, I threw a coat on and grabbed my keys whilst explaining the situation. 

      "Damn…go after her, I’ll meet you at the airport alright?” he said, I sighed and nodded, “See you there,” I threw my phone down on the passenger seat and accelerated. I could only hope that she wasn’t able to get a flight at this time. 

       Your POV: You sat in the terminal whilst waiting for your flight to be called, you pulled some makeup out of your bag and applied some powder to the splotchy mess on your face, on the way to the airport you were crying, had you and Niall broken up? He hadn’t called and you presumed he was passed out on the couch or had gone back out to the bars. It was now about 3 O'clock in the morning and you had miraculously gotten a flight home for 3:30 AM. 

        'Flight 246 now boarding,’ the flight attendant called from the desk. You picked up your purse and sighed before walking to the attendant, giving her your boarding pass and walking towards the door, 

        (Y/N)! Wait!“ you heard a familiar voice calling, 

      "Harry?” you questioned, walking towards him. He was panting, 

    “Don’t leave…I know Niall has said-” you stopped him, 

    “This isn’t about Niall, my best friend is in a hospital right now and I want to be there for him, Niall…needs to sort out his issues before I come back…if I come back. Thanks for coming to see me off Harry, but I don’t think, Niall is coming. I’m sorry, but I’ve got to go.” You kissed his cheek and walked in through the doors, hearing them click behind you. 

       'We hope you enjoy your flight, now look out the window, and say…Goodbye London,' You closed the window shade and let your eyes close before whispering, 

       "Goodbye Niall.“ 

      Louis: After (Y/N) hit her best friend in the face, it was like she hit me in the face as well…I had just cheated on her. That wasn’t me, I loved (Y/N), I chased after her. 

          ”(Y/N)! Please…wait!“ I exclaimed running after her, Zayn was leading her into his car, I pushed faster.  

       ”(Y/N) please…don’t leave, I’m sorry! I…wasn’t thinking and I know that’s not an excuse but I love you, I didn’t mean it! I would take it back in a heartbeat…please, please I love you, I don’t want to lose you.“ I pleaded, rambling on, until Zayn started to push me back. 

      "Lou…she doesn’t want to hear it mate, just wait until she’s ready ok, for now-just go home, get some rest alright? You know where I live if she wants to sort things out with you.” I nodded, but not in agreement, just that I would wait for her, until she was ready to accept me back into her heart. 

       Your POV: Zayn drove on into the night, music playing softly in the background of his car whilst you looked out the window. 

     "I’m sorry…I didn’t want to tear you away from the party, I-“ he shook his head, "No..I was done anyway, too many people for me.” he smiled, you nodded in response. 

      “Listen (Y/N)…Louis meant what he said back there, I’m not taking sides here, but I know he loves you, and he did something wrong. Lou is responsible for his own actions…but it also takes 2 to tango you know? It wasn’t all his fault in the sense that he was the one who dropped the card, but he did kiss her back…and that was wrong.” you nodded and thought it over. 

      “I’m just…I’m going to need some time is all, but Lou needs to set his priorities straight before coming to me, because as much as I love him, I don’t know that this is forgivable.” Zayn didn’t respond, just kept driving on. 

       Liam: I sighed and shook my head as the door slammed,

     "Liam…what the fuck was that?“ Niall asked as he set his plate down, "It’s not like it’s personal…I’m just being honest,” I shrugged, Niall glared at me.

      “What?” I asked, he shook his head in disappointment at me before walking into the living room, bringing the laptop and placing it in front of me, it was a picture of (Y/N) in a clubbing dress about a week ago,

      “Do these pictures make her look like she’s fat? Like she needs to 'lose a few pounds’?” I shrugged,

      “It’s just that…Sophia was you know slimmer and-” I looked up and Niall was giving me a look,

     "You’re really playing the 'my ex girlfriend’ card…Liam, Sophia was taller than (Y/N)! Of course she looks slimmer! (Y/N) is perfect mate, if I could have her I would in a heartbeat,“ I punched him in the arm,

      "See the fact that you don’t want any man touching her, proves that she’s perfect in every way. She doesn’t need to be a twig for you to love her mate,” I sighed and ran my hands down my face,

     "I really fucked up this time didn’t I Niall?“ he nodded, "but I think I have a plan,” I smiled.

        Your POV: You looked in the mirror once more, pulling your clothes tight against your skin, you sighed as you felt nothing but muscle and skin. Fat? You chuckled and rolled your eyes, you weren’t the type to give a damn about anybody else’s opinion but your own, not even Liam’s. 

       You lay on the bed and stared at the celling of the hotel room, Liam was being a prick and until he learned how to treat someone with respect you decided it was best to stay away. You weren’t going to change or alter your physical appearance in the slightest because you were happy with yourself and no one, not even the man you love was going to take away that self-confidence and love that you had for yourself. Liam was in the wrong, but you weren’t about to go back to him either, so instead you did the logical thing, 

         "Hello, room service?“