i bet he hates today so much

the wardrobe

James: Look at him being all “I’m a cool teacher”. Wanker.

Lily: Shut up you are just jealous.

James: Jealous? Jealous?! He became everything we hated Lils.

Lily: You are as dramatic as Sirius today Jamie.

James: Ooh, the Longbottom kid is first, I bet he is afraid of Augusta, Merlin knows Frankie was.

Lily: Did he just say-

James: Oh yes he did. That bastard bullied that kid so much, he became his biggest fear.

Lily: I- I’m-

James: I’m so excited! He is gonna make Snivellus look like Augusta, I remember that red handbag!

*Wands at the ready, Remus opens the wardrobe Snape walks out*

Lily: *watching warily* He looks so different, like he is taller.

James: It’s because the poor kid is scared of him shitless, Riddikulus Neville come on.

*Riddikulus and Snape is now wearing Augusta’s clothes*

James: *doubles over laughing* Moony– You– legend.

Lily: *tries not to laugh, fails* If Severus hears this–

James: *still laughing* Moony doesn’t give a fuck.

Lily: *grinning* I can see that.

James: Merlin– that hat. It suits him well. *tries to regulate his breath*

Lily: *smiling* That smirk on Harry’s face is all too familiar. 

James: Like father, like son.

*Boggart morphs into a mummy in front of Parvati*

James: That Parvati girl did well! 

Lily: Oh my– Seriously Seamus, a banshee?

James: I mean, kid has a point, that thing is scary.

*Dean walks up to the wardrobe*

Lily: A severed hand, like the one from the Addams Family?

James: From the what?

Lily: Don’t worry about it, Muggle thing. 

James: I know most Muggle things.

Lily: *disappointed* I never had the time to show you this one.

James: *changes the subject* Oh, Ronniekins of course has spiders for Boggarts.

*Harry walks up to the wardrobe, wand at the ready, looking excited*

Lily: It’s Harry’s turn, what if–

James: It wouldn’t assume his form Lils

Lily: But

*Remus throws himself in front of the Boggart*

Lily: Of course, it’s the full moon. 

James: The one thing he is scared of. 

Lily: He probably thought what we thought, still protective of the fawn.

James: Well, of course he is, don’t you remember how scared he was when he first held him?

Lily: *with a smile* Of course, I do

James: Well at least there’s someone who’s looking out for him now.

Lily: Soon, he will have Sirius back, too.

James: If the idiot doesn’t get himself locked up for committing the murder he was locked up for.

Lily: Well, that’s a possibility but Remus is sensible, I trust him.

*cue to the scene where Remus says “together” and Lily just stares at the camera like she’s in the office*

Lily: Have you ever seen a Boggart?

James: Yeah, once when I was 18 and I couldn’t do shit until my mum came and found me.

Lily: What did you see?

James: All of you guys were de-

Lily: *looking away* Oh, I- I see.

James: Those are foul creatures Lils, I’m actually glad Moony stopped Harry from facing his Boggart. 

Lily: Me, too. 

anonymous asked:

I'm just waiting for Harry to get asked about Freddie

Perhaps at the top of the list of things that just aren’t right with all of this is the fact that Harry “loves all the children” Styles has not been asked about this child nor has he offered any kind of acknowledgement that it actually exists. 

Looking at this purely from an outside perspective, we have evidence that Harry and Louis do not actually hate each other.

We also have evidence that Harry loves pregnant women and babies.

The outside world immediately associated Harry to this pregnancy thanks to the media making fun of it from day one.

Vanity Fair even wrote about the possibility of Harry and Louis raising this baby together.

Literally every other member of One Direction has made an awkward acknowledgement of this baby. Even stranger than the fact that it took Niall four months to say anything about it is that Zayn was the first to give a nod to this situation…albeit very randomly with a like on Twitter.

The fact that Harry is the only member of this band who hasn’t said or done anything to indicate he even knows this baby exists is telling. Almost as if people know how awful it would be to watch your partner go through something like this. The first and last time he was ever made to talk about it was when it was first confirmed on GMA, which in and of itself was weird to begin with that they’d even ask Harry what he thought of it immediately after Louis said he was “buzzin”. 

“Harry, you seem very quiet today.”

Clearly the faces of people having a “great” and “exciting” time.

Someone is clearly protecting Harry from having any involvement with this and I would bet money that it isn’t because he hates his bandmate so much that he’d refuse to congratulate him on a baby. 

Probably because

This is just another big ol’ reminder of what is real, though.

Macarons | Oneshot

Summary: Your smile was sweeter than all the desserts in the display.
Word Count: 1,976
Genre: fluff
Member: Lee “Dino” Chan
TW: food

A/N: hi im nana (Dino’s #1 Fan, President/Founder of the Official Lee “Dino” Chan Fan Club, Dino’s Actual Gf) and i’m here to let you all know that his birthday is in 9 days. thank u, and Stan Lee Chan 2K-forever.

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NON-REQUEST: studio ghibli au // kiki’s delivery service // part 1

Originally posted by kingdans

genre: slight angst/ some fluff

fic style: bulletpoints

summary: You’ve moved to the sea side of Venice to live on your own as a witch, but you’re not as welcomed as you thought you’d be. People treat you like a zoo animal and you weren’t having that. Since you’re only witchy talent is flying, you began a delivery partnership with a bakery. & a young and handsome inventor takes an interest in you.

warnings: slight bullying


  • it’s been about a month now since you’ve left your parents 
  • it was a witch’s duty to leave the town she grew up in to live on her own at the age of 18
  • you moved to Venice by the Adriatic Sea because of the clear view 
  • almost everyone is still treating you like literal shit
  • “why are there still creatures like her roaming on OUR planet?!”
  • “she’s going to corrupt our city”
  • “she doesn’t even belong here”
  • witches are a dying species and humans are flourishing now more than ever
  • nowadays witches are seen as a bad omen
  • but you’re not bothered by it
  • they are all talk and no action
  • beside, there are some kind souls in the city
  • like Osono and her husband 
  • they own a local bakery and with a baby on the way, they needed an extra hand as a delivery personnel
  • with Jiji as your talking black cat as a companion
  • they make living in Venice worthwhile
  • “y/n!!! You worked hard today! GO TAKE A BREAK NOW!”
  • okay Osono mom #2
  • you head on out with Jiji to the grassy hill near the outskirts of the woods
  • hoping to see Ursula, another kind-hearted human, so you can watch her paint
  • dammit
  • of course the stuck-up poshy triplets are back at it again with their “trying too hard” look, walking towards you and black cat insert meangirls
  • well well, if it isn’t y/n, or should I say, a scrap-scavenging rat”
  • Bridgette was the leader of this unfortunate group, while the other two jeered and giggled
  • “lord have mercy on me for I shant pummel all of your faces right now”
  • you scowled, pull up your sleeve of your black attire
  • “HEY Y/N!!! LONG TIME NO SEE!!”
  • a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind
  • you elbowed the fella behind you
  • you knew exactly who it was
  • “OMG ITS SEONGWOO AHHHHHH~ Y/N HOw DaRE yOU hIT OuR OPpa!!!”
  • you wanted to vomit
  • it was the usual routine
  • whenever you waltz out of the bakery you bump into these girls and “prince charming” swoops in to “save you”
  • 1) you needed no saving, you’re an independent
  • 2) especially from some good-looking snob, Ong Seongwoo
  • “girls girls, there’s n-nothing to worry about! that’s just how we communicate amiright y/n?”
  • Ong Seongwoo, the city’s heartthrob, everyone loves him, from the little infants to the elders
  • wouldn’t be surprised if bugs go out of their way to fly by him
  • but for some reason you just hated him 
  • “sure”
  • you hopped on your broom and left, hoping he wouldn’t follow
  • but you bet yo ass he did
  • “yeah no problem, just saved you again today~ you should thank your hero”
  • ooh that nerve
  • “I could’ve handled it just fine so excuse me, I have to get back to work”
  • you just wanted to leeaavvee
  • “but I heard Osono say to take a break like 5 minutes ago from outside the shop” boyyy stalkerish much
  • “LOOK. I don’t know why you’re infatuated with me, maybe you have a witch fetish or something. BUT just so you know, I don’t like you, so please. leave me alone.”
  • he stops in front of your tracks
  • “girl… you betta run his ass over” Jiji mumbled as he licked his ears clean
  • you try to brush pass him
  • suddenly you feel his hands firmly grasp your wrist as he turned you around
  • insert dramatic hair flip like they do in the shampoo ads
  • his hands were clammy, you could tell he was nervous
  • which was weird, since he always seemed confident
  • he makes strong eye contact with you before he realizes your actually looking into his eyes
  • with haste, he lets go of your hands and looks down at his feet as he scratches his head
  • “I-I d-don’t even know what a witch fetish is, BUT just so YOU know, I really like you. Maybe it was love at first sight.. b-but when I saw you. flying on that broom along the breeze.. I just wanted to know what it was like to fly..”
  • maybe he does like you?
  • but you didn’t want to be a subject to his experiments
  • you scoffed
  • is this a way for you to use me? to get you to fly? absolutely not”
  • pride caused you to put up this front
  • you flew away to prevent anymore bickering
  • but there was a tightness in your chest
  • as there was tightness in his
  • to be continued
Happy Tears

Requested by anon: Reader has an eleven-year old son, who’s a little cold and aloof. Spencer meets him, and tries to win his approval.


Running a bookstore is the easiest part of her day. There are customers to appease, employees to look after, vendors to call. There will always be someone frustrated or unhappy, and there will always be a few mistakes. However, those little accidents don’t haunt her. Her other job, the mistakes she makes there keep her awake at night. Wondering how badly she’s messed up, or how she could have possibly done better. A perpetual guessing game, hoping that what she does is making a difference.

It’s the hardest thing she’s ever done, being a single mother.

Oscar is eleven years old, and it’s been just the two of them since he was five. He looks so much like his father, who took off after deciding that being a parent and a partner was too much to handle. In the little things, she can see herself reflected. He has her nose, and her eyes, and her infinite love for books. There is a certain resemblance in the way that he walks and the way his voice changes when he’s trying to lie. And in the they both try to make each other happy.

Being a single parent leaves little time for herself, or for making plans with others. Oscar was, is, and always will be her number one priority. Lately though, someone else has entered the picture.

She sits at the coffee shop just down the road from her store, cappuccino in hand, and Spencer across from her.

“Are you sure?” she asks. “I mean, it’s a big deal.”

“Of course I’m sure,” he says. Words accompanied by an unfailing smile. For four months they’ve been seeing each other, with things steadily becoming more serious. All that time, he’s known about Oscar, but she has never introduced them. She wasn’t sure how long it would last, and if there’s anything she has learned, it’s that kids need constants in their lives. To bring in a stream of ever-changing suitors wouldn’t be fair to her son. Spencer is different though, she has always known that.

From the moment they met, when he came in to purchase the entire works of Proust, and they ended up talking for twenty minutes, she knew. Interest turned to friendship turned to love. And there is nothing she would love more than for him to meet Oscar. Still, she’s nervous when he says that he wants to.

She tells him, “You have to understand, he’s different. He’s not like most children. Oscar can be distant. A little… callous. But he’s so smart, he really is.”

He reaches for her hand. “I can’t wait to meet him.”

And so Saturday arrives, and she spends the morning running around, tidying up the house, trying to make things look presentable. Oscar sits in the living room, curled up with a book by Stephen Hawking. The kitchen is clean, the clothes are out of the laundry room, the bookshelf is made to at least appear organized.

“Oscar?” she begins, when the work is finished. “Can I talk to you about something?” He looks up from his book, but does not close it. “I’ve asked someone to come over for lunch. Is that okay?”

“Miss Radhika?” he asks, referring to her closest friend and coworker. Radhika has come over a number of times, and her chocolate cake has won Oscar over to the point where he actually looks forward to seeing her.

Y/N sits down beside him on the couch, trying to seem completely calm. Tranquil. Not at all nervous that this will be a disaster. “No, not Miss Radhika. This is a… newer friend of mine. His name is Spencer. I’ve um, I’ve been seeing him for a little while.”

Now he closes the book, looking at once surprised and a little hurt. “You didn’t tell me.”

“I wasn’t sure it would work out, sweetheart. I didn’t want to say anything until I knew. But he wants to meet you. He really wants to m-” The sound of knocking interrupts her, and she leaps up from the couch, startled by it. “That must be him! I’ll be right back!”

She makes a mad dash for the front door, before smoothing out her dress and opening it. There stands Spencer, looking as dapper as always, and wearing that grin of his that just takes her breath away. No matter how many times she sees it, it makes her heart beat just a little faster. Something she never felt with Oscar’s father. Jeffrey never looked at her that way. Another unprecedented act – Spencer reaches into the sleeve of his blazer, and pulls out of bouquet of cheerful yellow daffodils.

“For you,” he says.

She laughs and takes them, that grin of his becoming quite contagious. “You have to tell me how you do that someday.”

“A good magician never reveals his secrets,” he teases.

With a mock curtsy she says, “Well thank you anyways, good sir. Come in, come in.” Spencer follows her through the door, and she leads him into the kitchen as she searches for a vase to put the flowers in. Once they’re resting in water, she realizes that her son is no longer sitting in the living room. Twice she calls for him before he appears, evidently hiding away in his bedroom.

“Spencer, this is my son, Oscar. Oscar, this is Spencer.”

Oscar regards him with a cool, practiced indifference, but Spencer puts on a smile and approaches him. “Hi, Oscar. It’s really nice to meet you.” He offers his hand, which she knows is no small task for him. Her heart fills, knowing that he’s trying, trying so hard for her.

And then it empties, when Oscar crosses his arms. “I don’t shake hands.” It’s as though Spencer’s brain is incapable of processing the outright rejection, because he freezes for a moment before recovering, awkwardly shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Oh, that’s okay! I usually don’t shake hands either.”

Silence hangs over them, heavy and thick, before she says, “Well, why don’t we go ahead and eat?”

Soup and bread have already been made, and they gather around the tiny kitchen table. It is more uncomfortable than she’d imagined. Several attempts are made on Spencer’s part to draw Oscar into conversation. Everything from school to movies to friends. Oscar shoots him down each time.

“I don’t have friends,” he snaps eventually. “Why does everyone always ask that?”

Hoping to make peace, she asks, “Why don’t you tell Spencer about the book you’re reading? A Brief History of Time?”

“Oh man, that’s one of my favorites!” Spencer says.

Oscar just rolls his eyes, assuming the enthusiasm is feigned. He doesn’t know enough of Spencer to tell he’s genuinely excited. “Yeah, sure. You must be so interested in theoretical physics.

“I mean, I do have PhDs in mathematics and engineering,” he offers. For the briefest of minutes, Oscar looks interested, before reassuming the mask of boredom and disdain.

Y/N is becoming more anxious with every word. Spencer is ceaseless in his efforts to connect with Oscar, and Oscar just as stubbornly refuses to accept. If Spencer is fazed by it, he’s doing his best not to let it show.

“Oscar is really smart,” she says. “He’s already taking middle school math, and they’re talking about having him skip a grade. His teacher thinks there’s a good chance he’ll win this year’s science fair, too. Right, Oscar?”

He shrugs, and doesn’t make eye contact.

“Of course, it goes right over my head. I can tell you about any book in the world, but all that math is just lost on me. But Spencer, you’re really good at it.”

“I might be a little out of practice,” he says, trying to act casual about it. “That must be pretty cool though, having a mom who owns a bookstore? I bet you’ve read all the classics.” She knows he’s speculating from his own experience, and she can’t help but be struck by the parallels between the two. So bright, so gifted. Both love words and numbers. Both have a hard time fitting in. And she loves both dearly. It hasn’t been until now that she’s realized just how much she loves Spencer, and how afraid she is that he’ll give up after today.

“Not really,” Oscar mutters. “I hate reading.” His voice goes up in the middle of the sentence, and Spencer’s eyes light up.

“You’re lying,” he declares. For the first time, Oscar looks at him – really looks at him – and the bewilderment at being called out is clear on his face. “You voice went higher there. Your mom does the exact same thing when she’s trying to lie about something.”

“H-how do you know that?” Oscar asks.

“I work for the FBI. I’m a criminal behavioral analyst. You know, a profiler? It’s my job to study behavior. And well, your mom is open book.”

As though to prove his point, her face turns red. Despite her embarrassment, she can’t help but be a little pleased that Spencer has finally caught his attention.

Then just as quickly, Oscar says, “I’m finished. I’m going to my room to work on homework.” Before she can respond, he hops down from the table and starts towards his bedroom door once more. At the last second, he turns around and adds, “I’d say it was nice to meet you, but I don’t really like you at all. You’re boring and you won’t last past the month. They never do.” With that, he slams the door, and tears spring to her eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” she tells Spencer. “Really, I don’t know what’s gotten into him…” Except that she does. He always does this. Every time she brings someone around to meet him, he causes trouble. Some days it’s hurling insults. Others it’s ignoring them completely, and worse still is when he decides to assume a character and act out. Every potential boyfriend has been scared away in this manner, but she’s never cared for them like she cares for Spencer. Never has she been so desperate for something to work out, and the one person she loves as much could ruin it.

Maybe she’s just not allowed to be happy after all.

She braces herself for the inevitable end, for him running out the door and never calling her again. To her surprise, he just says, “There’s nothing to apologize for, Y/N.”

“No, this is my fault. I should’ve told him about you sooner. I’ll – I’ll try to go talk to him…”

An even greater shock: “Do mind if I try? I might be able to get through to him.” Not sure how else to react, she hesitantly agrees, and goes about putting dishes away in the sink.

Soap and water are poured into the basin, and the turns on the tap. In the quiet, echoes of the past drift in and out.

“He’s only five years old!” she shouted at him.

“And he’s already weird! Look, Y/N. I can’t do this. I’m not ready for a kid or a family. I’m sorry.” Jeffrey grabbed his suitcase, and without ever looking back, marched right out of the apartment. She stood, watching him go, before shutting the door as quietly as possible and retreating into the bedroom. Curled up beneath the covers, she sobbed and sobbed, until she heard someone calling out.

“Mommy? Mom? It’s time for breakfast!”

Oscar. He needed her. She had to be strong. Gathering her resolve, she stood, wiping her eyes and putting on a big smile, before opening the door to greet her son.

Water fills the bowls, washing away all traces of French onion soup. Washing away the past.

“Miss Y/L/N, there’s no easy way to say it. Oscar is… well, he’s always going to be different. The good news is that he’s exceptionally intelligent. The bad news is that he struggles with social cues.”

“What are you saying?”

“It’s possible he’s on the autism spectrum. You may want to consider having him tested. Now, unfortunately, there’s no cure,” the doctor said, looking down on her with pity from behind round spectacles.

“No cure?” she hissed. “My son doesn’t need to be cured. He doesn’t need to be fixed. He just wants to be understood!”

It’s therapeutic, the sound of water over the ceramics. It overflows from the dishes and drains quietly down the sink.

It was nearly midnight, and she was crying again. It had been a year since he left, but the sting was still so fresh and so present. She tried dating again, but nothing seemed to go right. Everyone left. Everyone. Maybe it was her. Maybe there was something broken in her heart.

“Mom?” Oscar’s voice came from the other side of the bed, and she turned over quickly to see him there, looking worried. “Mom, why are you crying? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, sweetheart,” she assured him.

“You’re crying. People only cry when they’re sad or when they’re in pain.” He’s too smart, that kid.

“These are happy tears,” she lied. He hadn’t learned yet to pick up on the subtle change in pitch. “I was thinking about how you’re almost done with your first year of school, and I felt so proud of you. That made me happy. So happy, some of that happiness overflowed and I started crying.”

Oscar looked unconvinced, but he climbed into bed and lay with her anyways, not saying a word.

Leaving the dishes in the sink, she tiptoes, down the hallway, and stands outside of Oscar’s room, where she can hear them speaking.

“I get it,” Spencer says, his voice muffled by the wood of the door. “I know why you’re doing this. It’s okay. When I was ten years old, my dad left my mom. She was sick, and he didn’t know how to take care of her. So he just left us. It was really hard, and for a long time she was sad about it. I wanted to protect her. When my dad left, my mom called him weak. So I wanted to show her that I wasn’t weak. I would have done anything to keep my mom safe. I wanted her to be happy. I still do. I bet it’s the same for you.”

Neither of them says anything, and her heart aches. All of this is news to her. She knew his mother wasn’t well, but this is a story she has never heard before. Oh, she can imagine a young Spencer, trying desperately to take care of a mother he can’t help.

“I don’t want anybody else to hurt her,” Oscar says finally. “After he left, mom cried a lot. Like, every night. For almost a year. And she dates other guys, but they never stay with her for long. I think it’s because of me. So I thought that I could protect her by scaring them away. That way they can’t hurt her anymore. She’s the best mom in the whole world – she deserves to be happy.”

“She does,” Spencer agrees.

“How do I know you won’t hurt her too?”

“I give you my word,” Spencer says. “I really, really care about her. I love her.”

Love. He hasn’t told her that yet. Neither of them have used that word yet, though it proves to her that she isn’t the only one feeling this way. The oxygen in the hallway seems to dissipate, and she tries to catch her breath. He loves her. He loves her.

“You love her?” Oscar sounds skeptical.

“I do. And people like you and me, love doesn’t come easily to us. It takes work to be able to trust someone that much. So believe me when I say that I don’t intend to go anywhere, anytime soon. I’d like to stay with her, but you’re her son. You mean more to her than anything, so I’d like to make sure it’s okay with you first.”

“Do really like physics and stuff?”

The sound of Spencer’s laughter can be heard even in the hallway, and she tries not to laugh at the question herself.

“I really like physics. I’d love to talk to you about it. If you want, I could even tell you some stuff about the FBI.”

“Then, yeah I guess that would be okay. If you dated my mom. Besides, I think she really likes you too. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her that happy since my dad left. All I really want is for her to be happy.”

At that, she gives in, throwing open the door, much to the surprise of two inside. Oscar practically jumps off the bed, and seems momentarily at a loss for words.

“Mom, you’re crying. Is something wrong?” he asks.

 She shakes her head, running over to give him a hug. “Nothing’s wrong. Nothing at all.”

His arms wrap around her. “Happy tears?”

“Happy tears. I love you, so so much, sweetheart.”

“Love you, too.” After a moment, she lets go, and when he sees how her gaze flickers over to Spencer, Oscar announces he’s going to go finish his book and slips out of the room, giving them privacy. He’s too perceptive for an eleven year-old, already mature beyond his years. And yet, he’s still a child. So young, so vulnerable.

“How long have you been standing there?” Spencer inquires, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“Long enough,” she answers. She doesn’t say anything about his mother or his father, she’ll wait for him to tell him on his own terms, when he’s ready. That conversation was just for Oscar. “You, um, you love me?”

Pink colors his cheeks, and he too looks like a child for a moment. Then he takes a deep breath and meets her eyes. Bracing himself. “I love you. I love you, Y/N. More than I know how to say.”

Embracing him, she holds him close, wanting to feel the beat of his heart and be enveloped in his arms. How is it that a perfect stranger can come along and fit right into place in their home, when Jeffrey never did? As though all this time their family has been missing a piece – and not the one she thought was missing. One last puzzle piece waiting to be found, to belong as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

“I love you, too. I’ve been waiting so long to say that.” Then she stands on her toes to kiss him, thinking that Oscar was right. She hasn’t been this happy in a long time.

Out in the hall, Oscar turns away from the crack in the door, and quietly tiptoes back into the living room. He has always hated change, but he’s starting to think that this time, it might be for the better.

Saint-Just: *rants to Robespierre* I hate him. He thinks he’s so clever with his journal and his wit and his maaarvellous hair. What kind of name is ‘Camille’ anyway? If you say it out loud enough times it really starts to sound ridiculous. And that speech, anyone could have made that speech, it’s not like it was a big deal. Big whoop, you stood on a table at yelled without stuttering, wow. “Wear green, green like my pretty eyes!” God, I hate him. Did you see how he looked at me today? I bet he thinks he’s so much better than me. And his stupid little smirks, like he’s always up to something. I wish I had him here, I’d show him.

Robespierre: *fumbles desperately for earplugs*

Camille: *rants to Robespierre* He thinks he’s so suave and worldly and mysterious, have you seen the way he walks? His strut is killing me. He thinks he’s some kind of god! He just makes me so angry, Maxime! And can we please talk about that hair? No one’s hair can be that shiny. It just looks weird. I bet it’s greasy. I’ll find out if it’s greasy. Do you know what he’s doing tonight? I like the element of surprise.

ROBESPIERRE: Oh my god, I’m trying to run a revolution here.

Joe Sugg imagine || It started as a bet. ||

Anonymous said:

Hello love ;) can you please make one where the reader is with Joe because she made a bet but she actually falls for him but he finds out the truth.

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A/N: Going to be flashing back and forth a few times in this imagine. :)

Also a pre-ish Youtube.

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~ Flashback ~

He’s kind of weird… Well, a lot weird.” You laughed as you sat with your friends on the small set of bleachers outside the school – it was after school and most of your friends had boyfriends who played football after school so you decided to hang out with them while they watched and waited. “Yeah, a lot.” Your friend Marlee repeated with a laugh as you were talking about Joe Sugg – a guy in your grade who was also on the field playing football.

I bet you wouldn’t go out with him for a small wager.” Carolyn looked at you with a smirk – you were the only one in your circle of friends without a boyfriend. “For how long?” You wondered, you did think Joe was kind of weird, but you didn’t really do the whole hurt someones feelings thing.

Like, two weeks?” Carolyn figured, Marlee and Anna nodded looking at you, “I mean, if you don’t have the guts to do it.” She giggled and you narrowed your eyes at your friends. “I do to! But what’s in it for me?” You wondered. “Uhm.” Marlee thought and looked at your other friends. “Thirty pounds and this packet of half gone gum?” She offered. “And you HAVE to take him to Anna’s birthday this weekend.” Carolyn stipulated.

Seriously?” You raised your eyebrow at them and they nodded. You were sixteen, mostly broke and gum was always a luxury. “Fine, he isn’t that bad anyway.” You agreed, you all shook hands sealing the bet and you waited until after football had finished.

You walked onto the field seeing Joe picking up his backpack, “hey.” You waved seeing him, he looked up and smiled. “Hi.” He said, “(Y/N) right?” He asked, running his fingers through his bleachy-blonde hair, watching you with his blue eyes. “Yeah, Joe, right?” You counted and he nodded. “What’s up?” He wondered, glancing around, you had only spoken to him a few times in Photography class, mainly since you used machine two and he used machine one. “I was just wondering… Would you be interested in maybe… Going out sometime?” You asked casually, you did feel slightly nervous. “Really?” He sounded surprised. “Yeah.” You smiled. “Sure, yeah.” He nodded witha bright smile. “Great,” you looked around, “text me?” You wondered taking your phone from your pocket and offering it to him to put his number in while he handed you his.

~ End Flashback ~

“Joe, you’re running late. Your uncle is going to kill you!” You called upstairs from the kitchen of your house, it was ten and a half months later and you had gotten into a serious relationship with Joe, you really liked him, well you loved him actually. “Coming, coming.” He came rushing down the stairs in his tattered work jeans and an old hooded sweater with pieces of straw still stuck to it. “See you after work.” He came rushing by after grabbing his keys, he stopped mid-step, walking backwards he kissed you sweetly on the lips. “Love you.” He added and you grinned. “I love you, too.” You felt fuzzy every time he said, ‘Love you’. Joe had taken the career experience option and went roof thatching with his uncle.

~ Flashback ~

Girl, it’s been two weeks, you’ve earn this.” Carolyn handed you the thirty pounds in ten pound notes. “You deserve way more for letting him kiss you at Anna’s birthday though.” Marlee snickered and you felt awkward taking the money and shoving it into your pocket, “yeah, I guess…” You muttered, trying to move on from the subject it started as a bet, but you had started developing feelings for Joe after you two started spending time together. “So… When are you gonna break up with him?” Anna asked you and you shrugged. “I’ll find the right time, I wanna break it to him gently you know. I mean… I don’t wanna hurt his feelings too much.” You looked around, you were all sitting on the bleachers again, looking toward the field, Joe had looked up and waved at you with a smile, you smiled waving back to him. “Girl, you didn’t fall for him did you!?” Carolyn asked as she started to laugh. “What?” You looked at her seriously. “No!” You assured, looking to your shoes.

~ End Flashback. ~

You had met Joe after work and school in the small shopping centre area to pick up a couple things for supper, you both walked into the store holding hands, “you’re covered in straw.” You giggled, picking a piece of it from his hair as he grabbed a basket. “but you love me regardless right?” He glanced at you and you grinned. “With all my heart.” You assured as you both walked down an aisle.

You wanted to melt into a puddle when you rounded the corner and seen Anna and Carolyn both looking at the sweets. “We don’t need anything here.” You tried to tow Joe from the aisle. You had started to spend less and less time with your friends as the continued to make fun of you for still being with Joe.

“We don’t need anything here.” You assured and he laughed. “I think I want some cakes for tonight.” He pulled you with him into the aisle and you lowly groaned. Hearing the small scuffle of shoes, Anna and Carolyn both looked up. “HEY!” They said brightly seeing you. “Hi.” You muttered with a slight head nod at them. “Still with Joe?” Anna giggled and tried avoiding the question.

“You won you know, you don’t have to carry on.” Carolyn had walked up to Joe and yourself.
“What do you mean?” Joe had asked looking somewhat confused by the conversation. “Nothing babe.” You assured and your glared at the two females. “What you mean you haven’t even told him?” Anna laughed, looking like she just hit a jackpot. “Told me what?” Joe asked. “Nothing.” You said quickly and gave them the dirtiest look you could muster.

~ Flashback ~

(Y/N) It’s been two months! Break it off already! You’ve proved you don’t take a bet lightly and you won!” Marlee poked fun of you as she seen you giving Joe a small kiss outside of your English classroom, whilst you had English he had PE and he always walked you to class because the Gym was on the way. “I kinda like him.” You admitted sitting beside her. “Seriously?!” She gawked at you like you grew another head and turned pink.
“Yeah, he makes me laugh.” You shrugged wishing your friends would lay off already. “Yeah, funny looking.” She rolled her eyes and you went to snap at her but the teacher came into the room and started talking immediately.

~ End flashback. ~

“We had a bet ages back.” Anna started and you wished the floor would open and swallow you whole. “We bet (Y/N) she wouldn’t go out with you for two weeks for thirty pounds and some gum.” She explained the situation like it was a huge joke. “And she accepted the bet and she has gone above and beyond the bet.” She laughed and Carolyn nodded. “What?” Joe whispered looking from them to you and you looked down ashamed.

“We’re surprised she kept it going this long. I mean … Come on.” Carolyn gestured to Joe and made a face you wanted to slap off of her, “this is true?” Joe looked at you, hurt swimming in his eyes. “Joe.” You started and he inhaled, putting the shopping basket down, having let go of your hand a while ago he nodded. “I see, this is all a joke to you.” He held his head up and he walked away from you. “Joe!” You called after him, going to go after him.

“At least we took care of your problem with dumping him.” Carolyn pointed out. “You’re welcome.” Anna chimed in and you glared. “I love him you idiots! And you’ve just ruined everything! THANKS A LOT!” You yelled and some customers stopped to look at you.

You left the store quickly rushing after Joe, looking at your car. Joe was no where in the parking lot, it had started to drizzle a cold rain. You got into the car and started driving up the street looking for him.

Seeing him walking up a side street which would lead him back to his house at least thirty minutes by foot, you pulled up beside him. “Joe, please… I need to explain.” You drove slowly as he kept walking with his hood up. “Joe!” You pleaded.  

He stopped walking and looked to you, with tears that killed you. “Explain what? You were dating me because you made a bed with your friends, explanation complete.” He started walking again.

“No, Joe! I … Please get in and let my explain everything to you.” You watched as he stopped walking again, he walked around and got into the passenger side but refused to look at you.

“It started as a bet, okay? It started as one. They bet me I wouldn’t go out with you, I took the bet… It was suppose to be over and done with in two weeks, but Joe… I started to fall for you. I’ve fallen for you. I love you.” You whispered.

“How am I suppose to believe that, huh?” He asked only partly glancing over you and you rubbed your forehead, the rain started pouring down harder as you were pulled off to the side of the road.

“I understand, it was stupid. I should have told you but I didn’t want you to hate me.” You whispered as you got more and more emotional.

“How do you think I feel right now? You only went out with me for a stupid bet!” He looked at you angry and hurt. “I know! It was stupid.” You said again. “I’m sorry!” You pleaded with him.

“The two weeks came to an end but I didn’t want to end being with you! I made a mistake, I started getting to know you like I should’ve properly in the first place and this conversation wouldn’t be happening. If I knew what we’d be like together today, I would never had taken a bet to go out with you.” You rubbed some tears from your eyes before they fell. “What can I do to make you believe me, Joe? I’ll do anything.” You kept watching him as he shook his head. “I love you.” He looked at you painfully.

“I love you, too! So much! You have no idea.” You sniffed, “I get it you’re mad, you hate me.” You nodded. “No, (Y/N). I don’t hate you… I love you and that’s why this hurts so fucking much.”

“Please believe me Joe, I never meant to hurt you.” You reached for his hand and he pulled away but you reached over more and took it. “You. You are who I want my future to be with, I don’t want to be anywhere else than with you.” You squeezed his hand. “Fuck.” You looked down.

He was watching you, “I wouldn’t take back what I did, because I would never had met you properly or gotten to know you.” You explained, “but I would’ve explained things to you a lot earlier on.” You looked up. “Please, Joe. I love you. It was just a stupid bet that turned into the best thing thats ever happened to me.” You kept your focus on him.

“Do you mean that?” He asked seriously and you swiftly nodded. “Of course I do.”

“Marry me.” He said after some silence. “What?” You let go of his hand, in shock. “If you love me like you say you do, you’ll want to marry me. Because I know I wanna marry you.” He kept watching you and your expression lightened. “Okay, I mean – yes?” You agreed. “Really?” He let out a breathless laugh. “I love you, I want to spend my life with you. Marrying you would be the second best thing in my life.” You nodded and watched a confusion over come him. “What’s the first?” He wondered.

“The day I walked onto the football field and said 'hey.’.” You admitted with a smile.


End.

2

I made a friend while walking today, and he was not impressed by my selfies.

Fifty-three.

Alex

Lexi almost immediately latched onto Cyn when we walked in, while I told her I would catch up with her later on and went on a hunt for Rocky.

I ducked and dodged a lot of muthafuckas that was trying to get my attention. I didn’t know what the fuck they wanted with me, I didn’t come here to converse with any of them so their best bet was to stay the fuck out of my way for the night if they didn’t want to get their feelings hurt.

“Look at this nigga” Rocky said jokingly the moment I found him “Looking like he about to rob somebody, he said I’ma dress like my girl today in all black. Ole I’m going to a funeral ass nigga” he joked

Traci who was sitting on his lap, chuckled “Shut the fuck up Rocky, hi Alex” she shook her head “Why are you dressed like that? I hate Christmas just as much as you do but at least I don’t look it” said

“I really wasn’t trying to leave my house, this was what I had on when Cyn told me to come pick her up and I wasn’t changing” I muttered as I leaned against the fence

They were tucked away in some spot in the backyard.

“Has Leah found you yet?” She asked

“Would I be here if Leah found me?” I asked

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Husband Reacts to 1D: Best Song Ever

Last week, I showed my husband photos of One Direction, and asked him to discuss the band (his knowledge is minimal). The results were hilarious.

Today, I showed him his first 1D music video. What did he think?

“I hate you so much right now.”

“That’s definitely a dude. Slagothor. Zayn. His name is Zayn, right? Yeah I’m still gonna call him Slagothor. Slagothor is dressed like a lady….he doesn’t make a very convincing female”

(I have no idea how he figured this out so fast)

“Why are they checking out Slagothor’s ass??

“I’m already so bored, holy shit”

“God I hate this so much.”

“He looks perplexed. I bet he is bored and wondering if there is ever going to be a song. I know I am.”

“Finally the song started. Look at Harry Styles flirting with Slagothor. Work it, girl!”

-sarcastic- “ohhh look a scene where they’re having fun woohoo”

“Guinness (he means Niall) has a Donald Trump toupee, I bet it pops off like Lego hair. Also and look at his shit eating grin I kinda wanna kick him in the face but I dunno why”

“Why are they trashing everything? I don’t get it! that’s a horrible first impression to make on the company making your film” 

“I still maintain that he is the straightest one of the group. But his hair looks like a bush. His new name is Bush-Head.” 

“Buttons are just a suggestion for Harry Styles, aren’t they?”

“I feel like I’m watching a bad K-Pop video.”

“Slagothor was the best thing for this band. I can’t believe he left.”

“Well that’s something I never want to see again. Why are they dancing? They clearly cannot dance.”

“Really? End credits on a music video? How completely unnecessary.”

“Best Song Ever? More like Worst Song Ever.”

“Well that was six minutes of my life I’m not getting back…but I feel like it doubled and I lost 12 minutes of my life somehow”

Then I made the mistake of asking him which band member was his favorite, and he responded with:

“That’s like asking me to pick my favorite STD.”

I also made him watch Steal My Girl. He hated it equally. I’ll post his reaction soon.

(P.S. all credit goes to the original gif makers, I didn’t make any of these)

anonymous asked:

Its funny when Connor says "pretty down that i cant be at the PCA's today" when he actually chose not to be there because staying with his "best friend" was so much better, because hey, they NEVER see each other hahaha hate him

Oh yeah Connor I bet you’re soooo down as you tweet from the beautiful Perth amongst some of your favorite people, one whom you just couldn’t bear to wait a month to see

You Wish: Tongue Tied

Hello, stranger. Part 24 is here!
Masterlist <— That’s where the other parts are.

I’ve never been this worried in a space of a week than I have in my whole life. Let me tell you why; Jess is about to break the news to our parents with Ashton. Calum’s boss isn’t happy with me. A-levels have started at college. Sophie and Alex are having their moments. Oh and I’m about to meet Calum’s parents, like in the next hour.

“D’you think that I’ll still be tight after the baby pops out?” Jess asked as she led on my bed munching on white chocolate.

I rolled my eyes and examined myself in the mirror. “I don’t know and I don’t really care.”

I’m wearing a small, black dress. It’s pretty casual but still cute. It’s called a flow dress. Jess has about ten but now she’s up the duff I get to wear half of her wardrobe. Calums family should get the whole gist that I tried.

“I’m definitely not gonna be able to work off the baby weight.” She groaned, rolling onto her back.

“I’ll go to the gym with you.”

Her face scrunched up. “Really?”

“No.” I chuckled. “Like I go to the gym.”

“Bitch.” She mumbled, her mouth full of chocolate. “You’re lucky you have a nice body.”

I actually laughed at her as I turned around to face her, sliding on a silver bangle. “The only reason I have a ‘nice body’ is because I do hockey and mum blessed me with a pretty good metabolism.”

Jess scoffed and threw the wrapper onto my floor making me scowl at her.

“Do I look okay?” I quizzed, holding my arms away from me so she could get a good look.

“You look hot. What time’s he picking you up?”

“Six.” I sighed, fiddling with my bangle. “I’m shitting it.”

She rose her eyebrows. “Why? It’s only his parents. When are you ever worried anyway? You’ve turned into a pussy since you met Calum.”

I didn’t even argue with her because she was telling the truth. Remember the first time I met Calum? I was so cocky and sarcastic now I’m this little mouse that worries about everything in life. Another reason why I didn’t argue with her is because I wouldn’t win. No bitch wins an argument against a pregnant lady.

Suddenly, my phone chimed and I saw I had a message from Calum telling me he was outside. Grabbing my coat, I said a quick goodbye to Jess before rushing out of the house. My high top Vans scuffed against the concert path before I clamber into Calum’s car.

“You dressed up.” He laughed, looking at me while keeping his hands gripped on the wheel.

“Well of course I did. I’m meeting your parents, Calum.” I said, buckling the seat belt.

“It’s okay though,” he murmured. “I think you look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” I replied, giving him a small smile.

The air was filled with sparks of energy we had because of each other. Whenever I was near him my skin began to tingle and I’d just want to smile all the time. I hadn’t seen him since Friday and today was Sunday so it was good. Jesus, I’m so clingy. What is happening to me?

“Are you not gonna compliment me?” Calum pouted.

Chuckling, I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You’re okay.”

He frowned and his mouth fell open for a few seconds before composing himself. “I’ll fucking show you what okay is.” He muttered, pressing down on the pedal as he pulled away from the house.

I shook my head and unlocked my phone, reading a message I received from Frank. How things aren’t awkward after what happened I’ll never know. I’m not saying anything to Calum yet though. All in good time.

‘Everyones coming mine on weds. Bring twat face’

'Wow Frank. Way to word things but yeah I’ll come. What time??’

Seconds later my phone sounded.

'Just come after work. About 5 or 6’

'Kool beanz’

'Cheerio’

And that was the end of that. I locked my phone and looked up at Calum who was singing along to the song that was sounding from the speakers.

“Sometimes I give myself the creeps. Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me…”

I listened to him intently, tucking some hair behind my ear so I could take as much in as possible. He wasn’t bad. When the instrumental part came on he started jamming, tapping his fingers off the wheel.

Calum saw me staring and laughed, his eyes lighting up like New York at Christmas. “What?”

I just shrugged but the smile I was trying to hold back appeared and it made him smile too. Fuck, he was going to kill me one day.

“I love you, Cal.” I said, placing a hand on the middle of his thigh.

“I love you too, baby.” He chirped, taking a hand off the wheel so he could interlock our fingers. “Kiss me.”

I looked at him, confusion evident in my tone. “What?”

“We’re at a red light. Kiss me.”

After realizing the car wasn’t moving I leaned over to him and planted a loving kiss on his lips. He smiled into the kiss and pushed some loose hair behind my ear. Once again, our lips met, this time the kiss was deeper and I was about to grab his face until a loud horn sound rang through our ears making us jump.

As Calum began to drive away he put his middle finger up out the window making me laugh as we turned a corner. This boy sure is punk rock. He got the bruises to prove it.

“Josie, you’re staring.” He stated cockily, a smirk playing on his lips while his eyes didn’t leave the road.

“I know.” I replied, gazing up at home while lacing our fingers together. “You’re just too irresistible.”

“That makes two of us then.”

A few minutes passed and we pulled up on Calum parent’s driveway. Their house was fairly modern with grey and cream walls, big windows and lush grass with concerts paths. I bit on my lip nervously while I felt my stomach tighten through nervousness.

We were silent as we left the car and he interlocked our fingers as we climbed the steps. Just as he went to knock the door swung open revealing Joy beaming at us with David next to her. Nervous was an understatement.

“Calum!” Joy squealed, pulling him into a hug making him release my hand. “What happened to your face? You haven’t been fighting again? I might not be able to ground you but I can put a stop to washing your dirty clothes.”

Calum laughed and shot me an amused look before taking a step away from his mum. “This is Josie.” He said, wrapping his arm around my waist.

Joy smiled and held her arms out in front of her. Of course they were huggers, it’s the Hood’s we’re talking about here. Moving away from Calum, I wrapped my arms around Joy just as she did me. That last for a few seconds before she pulled away, holding me by my forearm so she could examine me.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Josie.” She said, giving me a smile.

I smiled back. “And you, Joy.”

Next it was David. It was a short but sweet hug before were led through the house into the dining room. Calum kept his arm wrapped around my waist while he spoke to his dad. I felt so nervous. Like, holy shit someone save me, nervous. When we got to the dining table Joy seated me and Calum next to each other while her and David stood opposite.

“We’re just going to check up on the food.” Joy said, giving us a quick smile before her and David left the room.

As soon as they left the room I heavily exhaled and closed my eyes. I felt Calum place his hand on my bare thigh as he trailed his eyes over my face.

“Are you okay, Jose?”

I opened my eyes and gave him a small smile. “I’m fine.”

He then placed a kiss on my forehead. In that moment I knew I was with the right boy, meeting the right parents.

“Dinner will be in about twenty minutes.” David said as he entered the dining room.

“Where’s mum?” Cal asked, lacing his fingers with mine under the table.

“She’s on the phone to Mali.” David replied, sighing as he sat opposite me.

In all honesty I was glad Mali wasn’t here. We didn’t exactly meet under great circumstances.

“Is she not coming?”

Calum sounded hurt. He must love her. Her names branded on his skin for God’s sake.

“No idea, kid.”

Calum sighed and looked down at his empty plate. He looked like a lost puppy and I hated it so I began rubbing circles on his knuckle with my thumb.

“So,” David began, obviously trying to change the topic. “What have you been doing today, Josie?”

“Uh, not much really. I was hanging out with my sister earlier.”

“You have a sister, too? I bet she’s not as much trouble as Mali.”

“Actually, you’d be surprised.”

David chuckled and placed his crossed arms on the table. “Have you got any other brothers or sisters?”

I swear in that moment I stopped breathing. I had to lie. I can’t tell them, tell Calum. What could I say? Nothing. That’s because the words physically can’t leave my mouth. “No, it’s just me and my sister.” I lied.

I could feel Calums eye’s burning into mine as I told the lie that he easily saw past.

“Two girls? I bet your father loves that.”

“Probably.”

Joy called David in from the kitchen and he shot me a look before leaving the room.

There was a sickening silence in the room. As if Calum knew I was lying but didn’t want to bring it up. His intakes of breath were sharp and heavy as his fingers tapped on the table impatiently. My eyes were locked onto my empty plate, trying to build the wall back up to hide what I couldn’t speak of.

“We need to talk later.” Calum said, keeping his eyes on the china cabinet opposite us.

“About what?” I asked cautiously.

“Don’t play dumb, Josie.” He snapped, his head turning so he could look me in the eyes. “No one ever takes that long to answer such a simple question.”

“And?” I shot back. “If it’s such a simple question, why’d you wanna know the real answer so bad?”

“Because I fucking hate it when you keep secrets.” He hissed. “We’re in a relationship, Josie. People in relationships don’t keep secrets.”

“Yeah? People in relationships don’t push their girlfriend to talk about something they’ve tried to forget.”

“Well, just for once I’d like you to give me a chance to be there for you instead of you being the usual stubborn ass you normally are.”

“Oh grow up, Calum.”

“Trust me, babe. I have.”

“Well, you certainly don’t show it.”

He chuckled bitterly and shook his head. “We all know you’re definitely lying there.” He said, a smirk forming on his face as he brought his mouth close to my ear. “I can prove it.”

A shiver ran up my spine and I couldn’t stop my lip being captured between my pearly whites. His warm, jagged breath was hitting my neck as his lips pressed up against the skin. His movements slow and tender despite how we were feeling about each other in that moment.

“I have no problem in taking you up to my old room to show you how much of a big boy I am, baby.” He murmured, making my breath hitch.

“Calum, stop.” I whispered.

“Why?” He asked, dotting kisses up my jaw. “Are you scared my parents will see? They’ve seen me do a lot worse.”

I sighed in defeat as he placed one final kiss on my cheek.

“I always win.” He commented, a cocky grin on his face.

“Shut up.”

Chatter edging closer to us stopped Calum from responding.

“Mali’s coming in ten.” Joy said as she entered the dining room.

“That’s good.” Calum replied flatly before Joy laid a dish of meat in front of us.

“We’re having a roast dinner.” Joy told us, placing a bowl of pea’s next to the meat.

“Need any help?” I asked.

“No it’s fine, sweetheart.”

I gave her an understanding nod and smile before she left to go back into the kitchen.

“You better watch that mouth of yours, baby.” Calum whispered against my ear. “Otherwise I’ll have to put something in it to make you be quiet.”

“We’ll see.” I replied, my shoulders rising and falling in a incautious shrug.

Almost ten minutes had past when the front door slammed and a brunette entered the dining room. She glared and me and I couldn’t help but return the gesture. This bitch.

“Nice you see you, Rosie.” She said bitterly as she leaned up against the door frame almost opposite me.

“It’s Josie.” I corrected, giving her a fake smile. “But it’s nice to see you too, Mali.”

She hummed in response and sauntered into the kitchen. Calum ran his hand along my bare thigh, his rough skin contrasting with my softness. Before I knew it his lips were back on my neck. Did he get turned on in public places?

“Cal…” I groaned, placing my hand on his.

“You look so good.” He murmured. “And we haven’t fucked in two days.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the amused smile that formed on my face.

“I’m addicted to you, Josie.” He murmured still. “So fucking much.”

A few minutes later, a Joy, David and Mali strolled into the room carrying different foods. I smiled pleasantly at the gorgeous looking food as I thanked Joy for her efforts. Mali shot me a glare and I quirked my brows up at her before gently ghosting my fingers over Calum’s fist that was propped up on the dinner table.

“So, Josie,” Mali piped up, shoveling food onto her plate. “How has my brother been treating you?”

“Perfectly fine thanks.” I replied warily, a confused frown showing on my face.

“Makes a change.” She said, giving me a sarcastic smile.

Calum slammed his fork down while I cleared my throat. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means, baby brother, that all the other girls you’ve been with has been treated like shit by you.”

“Right. That’s enough.” David said, trying to stop them, but sibling rivalry overpowers all.

“You know, Mali. Last thing I remember, you were fucking every dude that you thought could get you a record deal.”

Mali laughed coldly and relaxed into her chair, which was seated at the end of the table next to her brother. “Calum. We can all bring up who’s fucking who, and we all know its not only Josie who you’ve been with recently.”

My face fell and all eyes were on Calum. He looked directly at me and shook his head. “Josie-”

“Don’t give in to his puppy dog eyes, babe.” Mali said, tapping her nails on the table. “If you’re as clever as you make out you’ll see past them.”

“Can you just shut up.” David snapped. “We have a guest for crying out loud. Show some respect.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and ignored the swelling of my heart. This was such a shitty idea. First something that gives me nightmares is brought up and the next I’m told that my boyfriend is possibly cheating on me.

“How’s work been, Calum?” Joy quizzed, cleverly changing the topic of the conversation conversation.

Mali scoffed as she raised her eyebrow, waiting for his answer.

“Great, mum. Really great.”

“That’s good. I’m glad we have a decent mechanic in the family.”

I felt Calum’s hand on my thigh once more and he gave it a squeeze, his fingers dangerously close to my easily accessible, fairly cute, underwear. When I felt his finger brush off a certain area of my underwear, I reached down to removed his hand but it wouldn’t budge. Instead I was left being teased for the next forty minutes by a very cocky Calum who needed to explain some shit to me after we left.

The goodbyes were fairly short as we left the house. Joy and David said it was a pleasure to meet me while Mali waved at me sarcastically. She’s lucky she’s the love of my life’s sister. 

The walk to the car was silent but Calum wrapped his arm around my waist like he usually did. He waved to his mum to close the door and just as she did he pinned me against the drivers door to his car and rested his palms against the roof.

The glow of the street lamp on Calum’s face at nearly half seven made this whole moment more dark and just plain hot. He placed his lips on mine slowly, both our eyes closing making our surroundings disappear as the taste of each other closed our senses.

Before I could register what happened, Calum’s mouth was moving with mine at a more needy pace as his hands traveled to cup my face. I wanted more but he pulled away, ducking down to rest his forehead on mine as his heavy breath made a symphony with my own.

Calum murmured, “We need to talk.”


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