i can feel the beating of our hearts

anonymous asked:

I dated a guy for 8 years before we decided to get married. He dumbed in the alter where I waited for two hours without him or one of the bridesmaid whom he apparently eloped with. We had sex the night before so it shocked me to the core and I only knew what he did because of a snap he took in Las Vegas about it. What would RFA + V + saeran react to that when the have crush one me. Sorry it's too personal but I'm hurt and I don't know how to cope. I know it's full of typos please ignore them.

*cracks neck* A few of these characters may beat up the fictional equivalent of that douchebag for you. I’m so sorry this happened to you. I don’t know if I can properly convey to you the sadness and anger I feel at your story. So I’m just going make sure that our MysMe friends take care of him.

Also, I make an exception about pronouns for you. It’s all you/yours for this HC.

I’m actually surprised this one flowed out so naturally… enjoy!


  • When he hears what happened, he’s like a deer in the headlights
  • How is supposed to respond to that?!
  • You’re crying, and it breaks his heart to see you cry, but he’s also angry that that douchebag hurt you so badly
  • And underneath it all, even though he tries to squash the evil little voice, a part of him is singing “Ode to Joy” because you’re now single
  • But not ready to mingle, so he keeps his distance in that way
  • He’s there for you, holds you, does his best to cheer you up


  • if she ever sees him again, she’s going to Judo kick him so hard in the head, his skull will fracture
  • When she finds out, she gets you out of the church as fast as possible, helps you change, and takes you somewhere safe from prying eyes, private, and takes your phone away
  • She calls the RFA (still at the wedding) tells them what happened, and asks everyone to clear out the guests
  • Zen’s so angry on your behalf that you even hear him yelling through the phone, swearing up and down that if he ever gets his hands on DB, he will kill him
  • She will bring you anything you need, tea, coffee, pastries, ice cream
  • Jaehee has warm blankets (fresh from the dryer), dvds, and time, so she stays with you until you need time and space, then leaves, and comes back when you call
  • You need to work your way through this? She understands if you need to take a quick cry break in the back
  • seriously, though, if she ever sees him again, she will probably Judo kick him into the sun


  • He.
  • Is.
  • Ready.
  • To.
  • Kill.
  • Zen’s never exactly been shy about flirting or expressing his feelings for you, even if it was one-sided, not taken seriously, and he never intended to seduce you away from your beau
  • But Zen is a hopeless romantic, so someone spitting on the name of love like that, regardless of you, pisses him off
  • He doesn’t play around with women’s emotions (not on purpose, anyways)
  • When he hears the two of you even had sex the night before, he’s so angry he wants to hit everything
  • But he’s here for you, and so he drags you out of the church, takes you either to a bar or his apartment (that way you don’t have to look at the place you shared with him and be reminded)
  • Zen ignores the looks two get while riding his motorcycle
  • Once your safely hidden away in his apartment, he isn’t afraid to hold you, give you anything he has- 
  • -in his fridge! That’s totally… what… um… h-he meant…
  • He has a ton of beer, and is more than willing to knock a few back with you and play games or watch TV
  • In the end, you play drinking games and watch bad TV
  • Years and years later, your in a happy relationship, married to Zen, you’re walking down street and see the guy the left you at the altar, and Zen bull rushes him and throws a few punches
  • Dude holds a grudge


  • We all know Jumin Han and how quick he is to jump into relationships
  • He wanted a relationship with before he found out you were engaged, and was only okay with letting you go because you seemed happy
  • So, with everyone waiting in the pews at the church for over an hour, he knows something is wrong and goes looking for you
  • When he finds you crying, he asks what’s wrong, and you show him the snap of DB in Vegas, eloping, he’s furious
  • Jumin immediately tells you deserve so much better, and if you’d like, he’d be more than willing to step in as the groom for this wedding
  • If you say no, he will accept your answer, but will be there, supporting you and hoping someday you’ll say yes to a spontaneous marriage proposal
  • However, if you say yes, he walks you out there, head held high, heart soaring, a small smile on his face
  • No matter what you say, he’ll probably send a security team after him to beat him up


  • Will do anything and everything to make you smile after hearing that terrible news
  • Saeyoung will try to distract you, protect you from prying wedding guests, and hack your now ex’s life simultaneously
  • He’ll even drag Saeran into the fun! or just hand off the hacking so that he can focus on distracting you more
  • Saeyoung will try his best to protect you from the pain
  • He hacks DB’s social medias and edits  any picture of him so he has devil horns, a tail, and a hitler ‘stache
  • So when you inevitably check, possibly out of habit, you see a small part of what he did
  • Also, btw, Saeyoung hacked int DB’s credit scores, managed to drop the whole thing to zero and lock it there, and he also got the IRS to look into him, just to fuck with him 😈


  • When he hears what happened, he just asks what you want to do now
  • Is there anything he can do for you? To help you?
  • If you say, “Take me home” he will escort you home
  • If you say, “hold me” he will hold you and hopes never to let go
  • He take care of you anyway you ask him to
  • The only time V says no, is when you ask for something that’s bad for you (like your phone, because you keep staring at that picture of DB in Vegas for some reason, like you can’t believe your eyes)
  • V is just very compassionate and giving, and eventually helps you through things, even if it’s only piece by piece
  • might ask Jumin to get a security team to track down DB and do something about him


  • Oh, this guy is so dead
  • He took a snap chat? Well, guess what, Saeran is a hacker and can not only trace his location, but fuck with everything around him
  • This DB is going to pay for making you cry
  • Saeran takes all the guys money, uses it on things for you to make you feel better afterwards
  • Seriously, on DB’s dime, Saeran arranges an entire day at a nice, fancy spa with a massage, a facial, mani-pedi, haircut, the works, all for you
  • Of course he doesn’t tell you any of this because you wouldn’t approve
  • He also pays a few guys off (again, on DB’s time) to go “rough up” DB
  • He watches the whole thing from a distance, recording it all with his phone
Aren’t I Good Enough? C.H

Originally posted by popecalum

warning: smutttttt

word count: 2200+

summary: Luke cheats on y/n with Arzaylea and Calum is there to support her and help her through it. 

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“He what?” I asked Ashton, not believing a single word of what I was hearing. “Y/N, I’m so sorry for not telling you sooner. Luke snuck Arzaylea on the bus countless numbers of times during the last few weeks of tour and it’s been eating me alive hiding that from you. You deserve so much better.” He told me with sympathy and I could feel the tears instantly streaming down my face. 

Normally, I wouldn’t believe anything until I talked to Luke about it first, but Ashton was one of my best friends and I knew that he would never lie to me. I sat there and repeated the words he just told me in my head, and there was a sudden knock at the door. 

“Well, thank you for being honest. I appreciate it, but I better let you go. Somebody’s here.” I told him. “Stay strong Y/N, I’m always here for you. Just remember that you deserve better than that dirty scumbag.” He told me. 

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I want you to feel the light vibration on my body as you lightly strum your finger tips on my back. Let me lay on your chest and get lost in the light beats your heart makes, I want to be taken far far far away to a tropical paradise heated with your body heat. Kiss me lightly on my forehead and make me smile uncontrollably. Let me feel the tremble in your voice when you say ‘I love you’ in your morning voice. Lets make poetry with our bodies, if any errors are made in the process we can always rewrite, over and over again, until its perfect.


Shawn Mendes x Reader

Word count: 1,074

A/N: Anon requested ; Shawn’s about to go on tour and y/n is sad so before he leaves he gives her Leo so he can protect her and its super sentimental and sweet and symbolic. I hope this is alright!


I wake up to the sun bleeding through the blinds, leaving rainbow reflections on the wall. I turn over to see Shawn’s bare back, his hair messy. He’s leaving to go on tour again today, a day I’ve been dreading for weeks now. We’ve basically spent every day together, trying to make up for lost time in advance. I hate it when he goes away for so long. I’m always so happy to see him pursue his passion and his love for music but it hurts so much to be separated for so long. I trace my finger lightly down Shawn’s spine, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He groans as he turns over to face me. He rubs his eyes lazily before placing his hand under my chin, his thumb gliding along my bottom lip. “Good morning, beautiful.” He croaks, his voice so deep, as it always is when he first wakes up. “Not a good morning.” I say to him, pouting playfully. “I know… Hey-” he says lifting my chin up so our eyes meet again. I try to smile but Shawn sees right through me, knowing how I really feel. “2 months, then I’ll be home for a little while and I won’t let you leave my side. I promise, baby.” He says, trying to comfort me.

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Is That One Yours?

Prompt: Thanks to his larger than life personality, Anthony had no problems with getting along with your large Filipino family.

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x reader

Words: 970

Translations of key words/phrases in Tagalog:

Salamat po - Thank you (formal)

Magandang gabi po - Good evening (formal)

Tito - Uncle

Tita - Aunt

Gago - Crazy

A/N: Day 4 of the hamwriter’s marathon. So far, this is the hardest to write! The prompt was to “Celebrate your culture and where you are!” Well, since I am Filipino and live in the states, I decided to write about it (lmao wow, that was beautifully written, wasn’t it?) Thanks to @nesthemonster, who helped me with the idea (love you)! Anywho, hopefully you guys get a glimpse to what I have to endure being in a large Filipino family. I fucking love it. But at the same time, hate it.

Salamat po.”

“Magandang gabi po.”

You hide your grin behind your hand, watching as Anthony paced back and forth in your hotel room, reading the notecards in his hands.

“Your pronunciation isn’t too bad,” you say.

He looks up, beaming. “This is going to be so easy, Y/N. Your family is going to love me.”

You walk up to him and adjust his bowtie, a pretty plum color that matched your dress. Today was your Tito and Tita’s wedding anniversary and you decided to finally introduce your long-time boyfriend to the rest of your family. Family was a very loose term, considering that for Filipino people, any friend of the family was considered a part of it. While you may have thirty “Titas” attending tonight, in actuality, you only had five that were related by blood. But that didn’t stop any of them from prying into your personal life and giving you advice that you didn’t want or need.

“Ant,” you croon, wrapping your arms around his neck lovingly, “my parents already love you and that’s all that matters.”

He smiles, his arms coming down to the middle of your back to embrace you, and gives you a quick kiss. “I know, but I want to make sure everyone likes me. I want to impress them.”

“Yes, because that’s very hard to do,” you say, giggling.

“You know all about that, don’t you?” He smirks.

You flush and pry yourself away from your arms. “Alright, let’s go, gago.”

“Is that one yours?”

You groan when you see Anthony with the Titas, mimicking the simple footwork of a line dance. Your Mother, knowing that he loved dancing and being in the center of attention, dragged him over to learn line dancing, an art that your clumsy and uncoordinated self had never learned to do. He was a natural (of course he was), and his hair, which was down during the reception, was now pulled into a bun as he partied on the dance floor.

He starts to add his own touch to the dance moves, causing the Titas around him to laugh and cheer him on. To your mortification, when he began to dab, the older women began to copy him too.

“Unfortunately,” you grunt, sipping your glass of wine.

You weren’t kidding when you said that Anthony didn’t need to try hard for your family to like him. After the nosy stares and the constant introductions of Anthony to your family members (and the awkward moment where one of your male cousins tried to hit on him), the minute they saw his plate stacked high with Filipino food, he was welcomed with open arms.

You mentally giggle, remembering how the hushed whispers in Tagalog of how the “American” boy would react to the catered Filipino food were silenced when he took a heaping scoop of each dish. A Tito from the table clapped his back and proceeded to tell him what each dish contained and then shared anecdotes of his life in the Philippines. Your Father, who was seated at the table with your Mother, gave Anthony a beer in hopes of helping him stay awake through it all - Tito Boy was notorious for his long, drawn out stories.

You lost track of how long you were watching him dance, but when he stood beside one of the uncles to sing karaoke, you lose it. You leave your table and head to the front of the room, phone in hand. You record him butchering the Tagalog song and set a reminder to post it on social media later tonight. His fans would go nuts. After the song ended, he completely took over, singing and dancing to his groupies (the Titas he danced with) and encouraging other people to join him on the stage.

You shake your head, but couldn’t help but smile at the fool that you were dating. Your heart felt full, knowing that your family accepted and loved him.

Hours later, Anthony plops down to the empty seat beside you, wiping away the sweat on his forehead.

“Yo, your family knows sure how to party, Y/N.” he laughs.

You push his hands away and use a napkin to pat the sweat from his skin. “You had way too much fun tonight, Ant.”

He shakes Tito Boy’s hand and then kisses his wife on the cheek as they bid you two farewell. “Of course, it was a party! What was I going to do, sit around and watch people? Like you?” he teases.

“Remind me why I’m dating you again?” you pout, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Aww, don’t be like that, baby,” he coos, reaching over to pull you onto his lap, “you know I’m teasing.”

You continue to frown, pretending to be annoyed. When he brushes his fingers along your sides, tickling you, you crack, laughing and wiggling to get away from his exploring fingers.

When you finally catch your breath, you sigh and look down at Anthony, your chest tightening when you see the adoring look on his face.  “Love you,” you mumble, leaning down to press a soft kiss on his lips.

“Love you too, baby,” he whispers, arms tightening around your waist.

“Everyone loved you tonight,” you say after more of the family members approached you to say goodbye, smiling when they were shocked and impressed with Anthony’s “Magandang gabi po.”

“Good. Hopefully, they’ll all be there for our wedding anniversary party too.”

You pause, heart skipping a beat, and give him a long look. “How can we do that when we’re not married?”

“Not married yet,” he corrects, his hazel eyes twinkling in mischief.

You pepper quick kisses on his freckles. “You sound so sure of yourself, Anthony.”

“You said it yourself – I’m a pretty likable guy – I think I’ll find a way to convince you to marry me.”

You laugh and give him another sweet kiss, giggling when you feel him smile against your lips.

You didn’t need convincing – your heart was already his.

there’s no way in hell L.H

Originally posted by sexycliffconda

warning: smut

word count: 900+

summary: you accidentally moan another band mate’s name and Luke gets jealous and fucks you hard

requested?: yes, hope you liked it anon!! this is written by Hannah whoo, hope you guys enjoy this smut because it’s amazing!! watch out for more smut coming soon because I might drop one randomly with no warning. *wiggles eyebrows suggestively*

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“Haha, you’re so funny Ashton.” I rolled my eyes and looked down at my phone seeing a text from Luke that told me he would be home any minute. Ashton was one of my best friends and although we were strictly platonic, we talked just about every day so that we would never miss a thing in each others lives. Through all of the touring, he kept me up to date with what Luke was doing on tour if he was too busy to talk to me himself.

A few minutes of useless conversation passed and I heard the door open and close, and heard shuffling as if Luke was taking off his jacket by the door. Ashton was crackling stupid jokes at me and trying to make me laugh, and he was succeeding. 

“How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?” He asked. I pretended to think for a moment before answering. “Hmmm.. I’m not sure. How many?” “Tentacles!” He shouted and burst into uncontrollable laughter, and I couldn’t help but chuckle and shake my head at his dumb jokes.

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If you have time, could you do an imagine with Fred and the reader being one of his friends. The reader has a lot of guy friends and is pretty blunt/oblivious so she can’t tell if he likes her or not. I hope that’s enough to work with, thank you! And your writing is lovely.


(Y/n) POV:
I stroll into the Great Hall starving and ready to stuff my face with food. I plop down between Fred and George. “Hey there bed head!” George says and bumps me causing me to shew him away. “Why didn’t you wake me up? You left me on the common room couch! Now I’ve got back problems you jerk!” George laughs and shakes his head.

I feel a hand rub my back slightly. “Good morning love.” I smile at Fred and eat my food. Fred’s always been the one to make me laugh the hardest and smile the most, but that of course didn’t mean anything. Right? “Ugh shoot! I forgot my books in my dorm! I’ll meet you guys in class.”
I get up and hurry to get my things.

Fred POV:
I watch her leave the Great Hall with eyes following her. The eyes of several other boys. I huff and continue to eat. “You’re pathetic mate.” “Shove off!” George laughs. “You better hurry and tell her. Seems like Woods got an eye for her too. Heard him talking in the lockers after yesterday’s match.” I drop my fork and stand up rushing out of the room not hungry anymore.

As first period starts professor Lupin has me go up to the black wardrobe first witch withheld the bogget. He opens the door and (y/n) struts out with narrowed eyes and a smirk. “Honestly! You really think I’d be with you? You’re nothing but a poor red haired Weasley! Wood is tall handsome and so smart. Why would anyone want to be with you?” She says laughing.

“Ridiculous!” I scream and the beautiful maiden turns into a jumble of fireworks spreading across the room. I retreat back to my spot in the room and see (y/n) looking at me with wondering eyes. She motions her head to the cracked door and makes her way out easily.

I sigh and follow her. Nothing I can do to save myself now. I follow her to our secret passage and slip into the space with her; my heart beating a million times faster.

She looks at me and tilts her head. “I’m your boggot?” She asks almost hurt. “It’s not you. It’s your rejection.” She looks at me for a second then a smile spreads over her beautiful face. “Do you have feelings for me Freddie?” She asks in a playful voice.

I scratch the back of my neck and revert my eyes to anywhere but her. She then places her small hand on my cheek; turning my face to her. “Ask me.” “What?” “See if your fear is true. I promise you’ll be surprised.” She trails her hand to my tie and plays with it.

I swallow the lump in my throat. “Would you like to go on a date with me (y/n)?” She smiles and pulls. my face to her by my tie; attaching our lips. “What do you think?” She says and kisses me again.

All I Wanted; C.H. 26

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10**, part 11*, part 12*, part 13, part 14, part 15**, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23, part 24, part 25

Maybe I should’ve paid attention to who was opening the door instead of still mentally preparing myself for the conversation I were about to have. If I had paid better notion to my surroundings, I would’ve seen it was Meredith at the front door, but somehow I wanted to avoid all together until I got this over with.

“I really need to tell you something and it has been gnawing on me but please hear me out –“ I shift my gaze and my breath hitches in my throat when I see Calum casually leaning against the doorway, hand dangling above his head as his smirk seems to never end. He lifts his eyebrow when I notice him, and not his sister. “I’m surprised to see you here.”

“What are you doing here?” I mutter without a second thought. It draws a scoff from Calum lips has he refocuses his body weight onto both his legs again, towering above me.
“I live here.”

“Ah – I know. But where is Meredith?” I feel my eyes widening and the colourful shame rise to my cheeks at the same time. This is beyond awkward. I don’t even know if there is a word that can describe what I’m experiencing emotionally right now. But I would describe it as a horrible rollercoaster. My eyes are scanning over his stubbled jaw over his lips to his eyes, and I try my absolute best to maintain my harsh glare, but I feel myself wavering.

“She’s at Michael’s.” He states so simply, as if I should’ve known this was the answer I were to receive. I feel anger once more bubbling inside my core, and I refrain from doing anything by biting my bottom lip harshly, but not draw blood.

I refrain from speaking, and take a step backwards to head back to my car. The only solution here is postponing the conversation. I know I might chicken out once the appropriate time comes around but I’ll just have to trust myself I’ll put through this time. I am already turned on my heel before Calum mutters his snarky comment. “So what was zo important you came running over like an idiot? Trouble in paradise already?”

I feel my shoulders tense, my fingers curling as my hands ball into fists. I turn on my heel in one swift motion and stalk back up to the front door, dangling my pointer finger mere centimetres from his nose. “You know what Calum? Fuck you!”

I am seething, and if I could slip my fingers around his throat and strangle him without consequences, I would. Sadly, I can’t. Instead, I can grant him with the deadliest glare I can muster, barely baring my teeth as I keep my fists balled up and my body in close proximity to his.

The smirk crawls back onto his lips. “You already did that, Y/n. Remember?” I can’t stop myself as I slap his chest. He seems surprised but it wasn’t nearly enough to hurt him. I raise my hand for another slap to his chest, hopefully one with more force than my last hit. Calum thwarts my motion though as his fingers curl around my wrist and stops my movements.

“Like you haven’t screwed multiple others since.” It flows from my lips just to spite him, but it hurts me to think about it. It hasn’t even been a few weeks since our last time together and imagining Calum’s body enveloping another girl’s brings a tightness to my chest I can’t decipher.

Suddenly, Calum’s grip on my wrist loosens and his features change into another emotion, although I’m in doubt which one it is. “Wait, what?”
He takes a step back, frowning down on me as he licks his lip, a nervous habit of his.
“No, I didn’t. Did – did you?”

His question takes me by surprise. I reciprocate his nervous habit as I feel my tongue poke out to wet my own lips as my eyes dart between his eyes. I guess it’s better to just be honest with him, but before I can even open my mouth to answer, he speaks once more.
“I mean – with Harry and all –“

“No, I – we – we kissed and… I couldn’t – so we talked and I – I came here to – “ I stumble over my words, as badly as I have ever done, because I realise I have probably done so much more horrible things than he has. Calum had a charade going.
“To do what?” He questions me since I had trailed off and hadn’t finished my sentence. I know this is what he wanted from the start and what I had held back as long as it had been happening.

“To tell Meredith –“ I can’t finish that sentence either, because I feel the lump in my throat rise and my eyes start to prickle. I turn away from Calum, deciding on walking away. It may be a cowardly act, but I don’t think I have the energy for a conversation like this, right now.

I am taking by surprise when I feel Calum’s hand grasp my lower arm and swiftly spins me around. I almost fall against his chest but can steady myself just in time. It only takes Calum a split second for his to wrap his arms round my waist and lean in. His lips press against mine hastily, but with such passion it has my mind reeling and my knees turning weak. I can feel Calum’s tension and frustration through his kiss and my press my body closer to his as my arms snake around his neck. Calum’s hands press against the small of my back, trying to bring me impossibly closer.

When I start moving my lips against his, I can feel his lips turn up into a small smile and I can’t help myself when I feel my heart flutter. I begin to push against Calum’s broad chest which hopefully would direct us inside, but he plants his feet firmly on the ground and breaks the kiss.

“What are you doing?” He breathes as his eyes slowly flutter open, a frown taking over his previous blissful smile. “Well,” I turn my head to see if any of the neighbours had spotted us, “I’m not in the mood to end up on your lawn or for any snoopers.” I wiggle my eyebrows as I bite my bottom lip.

Calum groans in return, his arm back to curling around my waist as I feel his large hand land on my bum. He hauls me against him and pulls me inside with him. As soon as the door clicks in his lock, I’m roughly pressed against the dark wood, feet barely touching the floor as Calum hoists me up and reconnects our lips. His free hand is wandering all over my body and proceeds to push my coat off of my shoulders all while keeping his lips glued to my flushed skin.

“Parents?” I breathe, letting my head drop against the wall behind me and my eyelids fall closed as a contented sigh leaves my lips. “Out for the day.” Calum mumbles against my skin and when he grasps me completely, I swing my legs around his waist for leverage. My coat lands on the floor with a loud thud and while Calum proceeds upstairs with me in his arms, carrying me up the flights of steps with ease, I occupy myself by exploring every bit of exposed skin with my lips, teeth and tongue while slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

When my feet are firmly on the ground again, I immediately press his shirt to the floor of Calum’s bedroom. Calum is quick to unbutton my own shirt and I start on unbuttoning his jeans while our lips stay locked. He breaks the kiss and I can feel my heart beating rapidly as he takes a step closer and cups my cheek, his thumb slowly brushing over my cheekbone.

“I could’ve sworn if Harry was the one that could shag you every day I might’ve hurt him. God I missed you.” Calum breathes as his fingers glide along my jawline, his eyes searching mine for a response. I laugh loudly, step out of his reach and slowly swing my hips back and forth while I walk further into his room. I push my shirt off of my shoulders and unclip my bra as I throw a devilish grin over my shoulder.  “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Request: Deal breaker

Request: Can you do an imagine where you and happy are married with 2 toddlers and you find out he cheats on you so take the kids and leave and he can’t find you the ending fluffy?

I named the kids, I hope you don’t mind. Another sad imagine, please don’t hate the writer.

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: cheating

Originally posted by samcroimagine


I began to hang around Samcro in one of those rare calm phases, when club was doing good and just working hard. Despite all the warnings about his nickname, reputation and the fact he didn’t do romance, I fell for Happy Lowman. I couldn’t help it, there was just something about him that attracted me like a magnet. No, it hadn’t been love at first sight though, and we weren’t that close in the beginning. Happy wasn’t looking for romance and I wasn’t expecting flowers and serenades. We were looking for a partner, just someone to walk by our side after disappointments and getting tired of solitude.

We were in the same page, and when we realized it, our relationship evolved. We began to date, open up to each other and Happy showed me a new side of him. I understood then; he was capable of romance, but his own kind and shown by his actions. We were in love and got married in a beautiful spring night. A year later, our son, Gabriel, was born to become his dad’s proud and a while later Penelope came to be Happy’s joy.

Our life was simple and good, and we were happy; but nothing can remain untouched or not affected by the Samcro life forever. Happy tried to keep me in the dark for a while, but an old lady just know, on her heart, when something is going wrong. My husband spending less time at home wasn’t helping either. I had never put my feet at Redwoody, but there I was, looking for my husband after two nights that he hadn’t come back home. I also had nothing against Lyla, but as the person running the place and the first one I saw, she was an inevitable target. Her eyes, big as plates, told I wasn’t supposed to be there and something would hurt me if I kept walking inside the studio.

“Where is he Lyla?”, I kept my voice down. One thing I had learnt from Happy Lowman was that a low and monotonous tone not always means calm. She begged and tried to stop me, but I ignored Lyla. I found them. The girl, asleep on a couch, wearing his shirt and my husband’s clothes on the floor as I heard the shower in the bathroom next door.

“Y/N”, Lyla followed me as I turned around and marched out of that place. She was talking, but I wasn’t listening. All I wanted to do was go back home, pack my things and take my kids with me to far from that town. As I said, nothing was perfect around Samcro and neither was my plan, because I bumped into Jax and Chibs on my way out.

“What is going on?”, the MC President creased his brow as he noticed the angry me and the desperate Lyla. I took off my weeding band and put it on Jax’s hand.

“Please, give it back to Happy”

Happy’s POV

“What is this?”, Happy asked as Jax put a ring on his hand.

“She told me to give it back to you”, his brother grimaced as he recognized the ring as Y/N’s wedding band. Happy looked around, confused and met Lyla’s sad eyes.

“She wouldn’t listen to me or stop”, the girl whispered, “Y/N saw you and…”

He didn’t listen the rest of it, Happy stormed out the studio and hopped onto his bike. Jax and Chibs followed him as he rode toward his house. This wasn’t him, Happy had let things get under his skin and he couldn’t regret it more. Club always had come first and it had been overwhelming lately, he had been hiding his clothes covered in blood from Y/N, not wanting to bring it inside his house, close to his kids. However, he had done it, in his attempt to stay away from home to protect his family, he had made a mistake that could make him lose everything.

“Y/N!”, Happy yelled as walked upstairs. He haven’t heard his children’s voices and the rooms were a mess. She had packed in a hurry. He went downstairs again; Jax and Chibs were standing on his living room and watching as Happy dialed Juice’s number, “Track down Y/N’s phone. NOW!”

“What do you wanna do brother?”, Jax asked, watching Happy closely.

“Mom”, he barked and stormed outside. They rode, as fast as they could, to Happy mother’s house. Y/N was close to his mom and kids absolutely loved their abuela. He just had parked his bike when Juice called back.

“No sign of her man”, the boy said, “I’ll keep trying for the phone and her credit card”

Happy didn’t answer and his mother was already coming to meet him, followed by a worried caretaker, trying to get her inside again. He had no choice but to tell her what had happened. As much as his mother loved him, she wasn’t blind to her son’s mistakes and scolded Happy as he was a little boy.

“You bring mis nietos back!”, she just barked and went back inside. Happy, Jax and Chibs tried everywhere; Venus’ and Donna’s houses and even Gemma’s. Y/N was nowhere to be found. He was getting desperate as the night fell, wondering if his kids where asking for daddy and if their mother already had taken them miles away.

Happy haven’t slept and Gemma was sadly looking at him as she poured a cup of coffee. Juice hadn’t had success in tracking Y/N and he was out of ideas where she might have gone. Happy opened his wallet and looked at the pictures; one of his family, Y/N, Gabriel and Penelope, and another one of him and Y/N in front of their house. They just had moved from her first apartment to a bigger house to start their family. Y/N still had the apartment though, she had rent it, but nobody had been living there in months. Suddenly, Happy had an idea and without telling it to anybody, he hopped onto his bike again.


My old apartment was a good place to hide. Happy had moved in as soon as we got married and the place was perfect for us, but our family would grow with Gabriel and we needed a bigger house. Happy wanted a yard for his son to play and maybe a dog too. I had insisted in keeping the apartment though, it had been a present from my father and I didn’t want to sell it. I rent it, but it had been empty for months. It only had a bed with an old mattress, but it would be enough for us until I decide what to do.

I had thrown my phone away, so Juice couldn’t track it and I had money, I wouldn’t have to use my credit card so soon. I bought food and kids were still sleeping. I had been staring at my new burner phone, thinking if it was a good idea to call my mother, who lived in Nevada. I was about to get up and wake up the kids when someone opened the front door. I looked around for my purse and the gun inside it, but I stopped when I saw my husband standing there.

“Y/N”, Happy let out a relieved sigh and walked toward me. I held out a hand to stop him.

“Kids are sleeping”, I whispered and he nodded. We never had been the kind of couple that would argue for the neighborhood to listen. Actually, we weren’t the kind of couple that argued at all.

“You worried me, I had been looking for you”, Yes, I could see the signs of a sleepless night on his eyes. I wanted to hug him, feel those arms around me again, but Happy had hurt me.

“I saw you with that girl”, I crossed my arms and walked backwards, putting distance between us. I saw his jaw twitch, Happy had said once that he never wanted to scare me, make me run from him.

“Y/N”, he begged, letting me know how desperate he was. Happy Lowman never begged.

“Were you drunk?”, I cut him off.

“No”, he answered. I had to ask, it wouldn’t make me forgive him, but I need a reason, anything to help me understand, “I have no excuse for what I did. Club business had been taking the best of me, I didn’t want to bring it inside our house, to our children lives, so I stayed away. It had been a tough day again, I was pissed off and then she was there, pushing me and I… I…”

“I’ve never thought you would do something like this to me Hap”, my voice was breaking, I hadn’t cried yet, I had to be strong for my children, “Trust is so damn important to you”

“You have no idea how sorry I am”, Happy grimaced and he looked almost in pain, “I would give anything to go back in time and undo this”

I couldn’t hold back anymore, I let the tears flow. Happy pulled me to his embrace, held me close and tight. I felt his lips brushing mine. In the past, it would have been enough to lead us to our bedroom. In the present, it just made me feel a lump on my throat and I pulled back, “You know I can’t forgive you Hap”

“Babe”, he whispered, still holding me, “We always have been able to talk and work things out”

“Not in this case Hap”, I opened my hands over his chest, feeling his heart beating fast and I gently pushed him away, “I can’t, cheating is a deal breaker”

“The kids”, I heard Happy’s voice break for the first time since I had met him.

“I’m not taking them away from you”, I assured him. I couldn’t do it, my children need their father. It would be a mistake to run away with them, I realized it when I saw Happy’s misery, “I just need time”

“You can go back to our house”, he swallowed, “I’m going to the clubhouse”

“Hap…”, I started.

“No, no arguing about this babe”, he sadly smiled, “I won’t let you or the kids here. You deserve a good place. I’d be damned if I not provide for my family”

We looked at each other for a moment, both breathing deeply. Happy pulled me to him and hugged me tight again. Our children woke up and we took them back to our house. Happy told them he had to work. We had decided to wait and explain to them what was actually happening later. He packed as I distracted Gabriel and Penelope on the living room. He kissed both goodbye and I walked him to the door.

“You can come over to see them anytime”, I hugged myself, as I was trying to keep me from breaking into a million pieces.

“I will”, Happy reached for my arms and caressed them, “You can call me anytime if you need anything, absolutely anything”

“I know Hap, I know”, I nodded and stood on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek, “I’m still your friend you know, I care about you”

“I care about you a lot too little girl”, he whispered and kissed my forehead, his lips lingering on my skin, “I’m still your best friend and I will always be here for you. Always”

Just to be clear, it’s a date.

First I’d like to say thank you to @carryonsimoncarryon for being the most fantastic friend I’ve had in ages, and for being such an helpful and kind beta <#

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(Simon’s POV)

His black hair is hanging loose today, swaying gently against his face as he leans forward to take another bite of his sandwich. Those grey piercing eyes are as mesmerizing as ever, and his skin has a tan glow that seems to be shining especially beautifully.

I sneak glances at him every now and then, sometimes meeting his eyes, and my heart skips a beat.

He catches me staring again. Crowley, he’s beautiful; handsome, masculine and yet elegant, all at the same time. As our eyes meet, I smile back at him. His smile is the most heartwarming thing I’ve ever seen, and I can feel the heat rising to my checks. My eyes quickly dart back towards my cherry scone, hoping for the blush to fade. One day I’ll get up the courage to ask him if I can sit with him. I’ll talk to him, and maybe if I’m feeling especially brave, I’ll ask him out, or ask for his number. I don’t know yet. I have to work up the courage first. One day, but not today.


He’s still there every day at lunch. Today his black hair is pulled into a bun, and his stylish black turtleneck rests perfectly against his neck.

Today is the day, I told myself this morning, hoping that he might not be there. Hoping that he’d gotten sick of my staring, or that he’d have to work during his break, so that I’d have an excuse to wait another day or two.

It didn’t really surprise me when I saw him sitting there, in his regular spot by the fountain. As I meet his eyes across the park I realize I’ve stopped in my tracks, and I can feel my heart race. Today is the day, I tell myself once more. His smile melts my heart, and it gives me courage to make my feet move forward again.

As I walk, I stare intensely at my cup of coffee and the brown paper bag with a cherry scone in it. It’ll be fine. He won’t tell you to leave; he’ll be nice and talk to you. Okay, one foot in front of the other. Keep it going. I encourage myself to walk to my usual spot at the bench next to him. As I move forward, I can feel a pair of eyes at me, and when I look up, I meet his gaze. I smile as he shuffles to the side, making room next to him on the bench.

“Hi, can I sit?” I ask shyly. He smiles and nods.

“Why else would I move over for? Other than to make room for you I mean?” he chuckles, and I can feel my heart racing as the heat spreads throughout my body. This is my new favorite sound. It must be. I’m sure of it.

I sit down next to him; not so close that I’d seem like a creep, but close enough to easily see the color and pattern in his perfect grey eyes. They remind me of wet pavement, but they’re much, much more appealing to stare into. I support my coffee cup between my thighs and rest the paper bag with my scone in on top of it. Then I extend my arm out towards him.

“Simon,” I say, introducing myself.

“Baz,” he smiles, gently grabbing my hand and shaking it. It almost feels like silk, his skin, it’s smooth but his hand is freezing cold, even now this late in spring.

“I was wondering when you’d finally come talk to me, you know,” he says. “I’ve seen you staring.” He lets go of my hand before grabbing his cup and sipping his tea. Blackcurrant, I think, as the scent flows towards my face.

I feel the heat rising to my cheeks once again, and I look down, staring intensely at my hands.

“Well, here I am,” I whisper, almost regretting not having this conversation with myself in my head before actually approaching him. That’s silly, I know, because I could have never known what he’d say. But still, I feel like I should have a better answer. I nervously pull my hand through my bronze curls and I can see him. Baz. He’s smiling at me. I can see it from the corner of my eye, so I turn to look at him. Why did my words always come short whenever I tried to talk to other people than Penny? Penny is always easy to talk to.

“You- you know, I’ve been thinking, um, about asking y-you this, for… for quite a while now, actually. Um… Would- would you like to go out to dinner? Um, with me?” I stutter, pushing the words out, choking on them twice. I look at him for a split second, and then I ruffle my curls again, purposely putting my hand in the way so that I can’t look at him. I don’t was to know what rejection looks like. I  really don’t. At least not from him.

“Yes, I’d like that. Did you have a specific time in mind?” His voice is cheery, and I look at him from the corner of my eye as I slowly lower my hand.

“Really?” I ask, surprised before I can even stop myself. “I mean, I don’t. I thought I’d have to ask you first.” I’m stumbling over my own words, but I can’t help the smile spreading bigger across my face as I see him smiling too.

“I’d ask you to give me your number,” he says, and I feel my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach. He’s just kindly rejecting me, I think. “But since my phone died this morning at work and I didn’t bring my charger, I’ll have to give you my number instead.”

My heart is racing. I was sure he’d been trying to reject me in the kindest of ways, but his phone is dead. That’s all. I grin, feeling relieved as he pushes his perfectly smooth, tan hand in front of my face, asking for my phone.

I dig through my pockets, wondering where I put that damn phone. Finally, as I feel a vibrating against my chest, I remember putting it on the inside pocket of my jacket. I never put it there, so why I did so now I have no idea. I look at the caller ID: ‘Penny’ it says, with a rather unpretty picture of me and her grimacing, both dressed up for halloween. I blush and hang up on her.

Suddenly, closer than before, I can feel Baz tense beside me.

“Your girlfriend?” he asks, slowly moving a few inches further away from me.

“Nope. That’s just Penny, my best friend,” I say, smiling reassuringly at him. She calls once more. And I hang up again before opening my contacts and offering the phone to Baz.

He grabs it, studying me; uncertain, as if he’s doing something he shouldn’t be doing. I nod and smile once more, and soon he’s saved himself as a contact in my phone. Handing me back my phone, our hands grace each other, and I feel my cheeks burning, and the butterflies going crazy in my stomach. I really do hate that I blush this easily.

As both of us realize that our breaks are over. we both stand up, almost mechanically. In the motion, as if on autopilot, I grab my scone and my coffee. And since we didn’t get a chance to discuss dinner any further, I tell him: “I’ll text you so you’ll have my number, okay? And we’ll find a time and date then?”

He nods, turning away with a smile on his lips. I grin, and since I’m feeling extra brave as we’re about to leave in our different directions, I turn halfway around and add over my shoulder: “And by the way, just to be clear, it’s a date.”

anonymous asked:

um hi love your writing BUCKETS - prompt for after tonight's ep, jake goes home and accidentally lets it slip that he wants to have kids at some point (a la mentioning he kissed holt - totally unintentional, slips out by mentioning charles in convo with amy, potentially??)

Prompt! The night of Captain Latvia, Jake talks to Amy about his thoughts on what Boyle said about Jake never becoming a dad.

as u all can see i am SEVERAL weeks late here but hopefully this is better late than never?? idk sorry lmao

It’s still snowing by the time they make it back to Amy’s apartment, and Jake’s head is full of the pleasant buzz of Amy’s non-stop chatter. He smiles softly as she talks all the way up the front steps to her front door, never once pausing as she digs her keys out of her purse and struggles to get the proper key inserted into the lock with her mitten-clad fingers. He’d missed her tonight - although, to be fair, he missed her pretty much all the time he spent away from her. Not to the point of being unable to function, but it’s always there in his mind: the hole, the empty space she should be filling.

The empty space felt bigger tonight, somehow, and when he’d seen her out on the sidewalk in front of Charles’ apartment building he had to work very hard to stay where he was (the other option being, of course, to slip down the icy steps and likely take out half the squad in the resulting slide out into the street).

They’re inside now, familiar warmth enveloping them both, and Jake watches Amy methodically strip out of her mittens and coat and hang them all in their designated places as he slowly unzips his jacket. She’s still talking, an absent smile rounding the apples of her cheeks in a way that makes Jake want to gently hold her face and kiss her cheeks until he feels the heat rise up beneath his lips.

He doesn’t, though. Instead he hums when she pauses and hangs his jacket up neatly beside hers.

There are three empty hooks to the right of his coat - hooks that are never used, to his knowledge. Amy’s already bustling off to the kitchen, her voice still carrying easily to where he stands, but he finds himself unable to tear his gaze away from the empty hooks.

Because suddenly, he’s picturing three tiny children’s coats, each one with its’ own designated hook.

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If its possible, could i request numbers 54 & 80 from list 1 please - Roman Reigns☺️💖

#54- “Why’s there a pregnancy test in the trash?” + #80- “Nothing bad is going to happen, baby, I promise.”  (Roman Reigns)

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Originally posted by stellarollins

          My feet were curled up to my chest as I laid under the pillow fort on our bed. Roman had called multiple times: seven to be exact with a batch of ten text messages I was terrified of answering. That was two weeks ago.

           “Babe, are you okay?”

           “You haven’t called me all week.”

           “Sweet heart, please call. You’re scaring me.”

           I laid still, eyes puffy and red as I heard Roman’s footsteps echo throughout the house once the front door shut. I could hear the anger and fear in his movements, as his bags dropped to the ground and his shoes were thrown off.

           “What the hell? You can’t call, you can’t text? Did I do something?”

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I miss the way your eyes open in the morning and how it looks at me with wonder at night. I miss the way you sing your song and how your voice became my lullaby. I miss the way your arms enfold around my body and how it felt like home to me. I miss the way you fill the gaps of my fingers like it was made perfectly for my comfort. I miss the way our chest sits against each other and the feeling I get when our hearts beat aloud in proximity. I miss the scent of your skin and the taste of your lips. I miss how much you much were in love with me.

I don’t think I can ever stop missing you. The only time I don’t yearn for you is when I sleep at night, when I dream of you. But as soon as the sun starts to rise, I keep seeing your eyes opening again only to miss you once more.

—  J.DG
this is serious.

gillovny thing.

she can’t stop smiling. she’s watching david play the guitar and hum some words she cannot understand. he does that very often when he doesn’t want her to hear the whole song yet. she tells him it’s silly but still she doesn’t know what the words of this new song are.

“is it “all of you” or “i love you”?” she asks, looking at him. he crosses out the words from a little piece of paper and swears under his nose. “david, language!”

“coming from you…” he murmurs. she laughs. he’s been grumpy all day. “it just doesn’t make the fucking sense.”

“maybe i’ll help you? she offers, standing up from his sofa.

she comes closer, takes his guitar, puts it gently on the floor and stradles his lap. she starts kissing him. first his ears, then forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, chin and then mouth. the kiss becomes more passionate and he moans in her mouth. she smiles.

“this is how you want to help?” he asks, laughing. she shrugs.

“isn’t it inspiring?” she gives him another kiss and puts her arms around his neck. “i have to come back to london next week.”



“don’t.” david shakes his head. he’s looking directly into her deep blue eyes and he’s trying to tell her something, she knows he is and she’s trying really hard to find out what it is. “don’t talk about it. let’s not think until you really have to leave.”

“i’m not leaving.” she corrects him. “i’m just going home.”

“same thing” this time david shrugs and she frowns. “i know it’s unfair but i hate it so much when you have to go. i know i can’t make you stay because there’s your home and your kids but sometimes i wish you were all mine and i didn’t have to share you with anyone.”

“just sometimes?” she jokes and gently touches his cheeks. he closes his eyes at the feel of her touch. “i know it’s fucking hard, david. i wish we could be together all the time, too. but there’s nothing we can do.”

“what if there is?” david asks. 

she looks at him, not understanding what he means. he makes her stand up, he does too and goes to his bedroom. she should start calling this room their bedroom already, she spends so much time there. she calls his apartment her home, too. whenever she stays here, she feels like home because this is him. this is david who she stays with. he goes to flowerist before she comes, he buys her fresh flowers, lights the lavender candles, puts the fresh towels, wakes up in the morning, prepars breakfast and then meditates with her before they have to face the new day. this is david - this is home. 

why doesn’t she still understand it, though?

he comes back after a few minutes and suddenly she realizes that he changed. he’s wearing a white shirt and black slim tie. he’s so handsome, she thinks. and she loves those skinny dark jeans. 

he’s smiling when he comes closer and she can’t help it so she smiles, as well.

“what’s happening?” she asks and starts playing with his tie. “you look sexy.”

“i hope i look convincing, too” david jokes and takes her hands in his and sighs deeply. he’s nervous. she places her palm on his chest and feels his heart beating so fast. for sure, he’s alive. “gill, what if there is something we can do?”

“what do you mean?” she still doesn’t know.

“gillian leigh anderson…” he sighs again and drops on one knee. gillian opens her eyes even wider and feels like her own heart stopped. “you know i love you. i won’t be exaggerating when i say that i’ve always loved you. i can’t even remember the times when i wasn’t in love with you. i know we’ve been to hell and back, we had our ups and downs, we still struggle with so many things and sometimes it feels like the whole world is against us but i’m sure we’re gonna get through that because this is it for me, gillian. i’m not going anywhere anymore. i’m not running away, i’m not going to fuck it up anymore because there is too much to lose. i love you too damn much to risk it again. and i can’t let you go alone. i know you can’t stay here but what if i go with you?”

at first she thinks she’s dreaming. then she’s sure it’s a joke. maybe he’s rehearsing for some kind of audition. 

she starts laughing. 

“what the fuck are you doing duchovny?” she asks and sits at his sofa. he frowns and looks down. he’s hurt. “you’re proposing to me?”

“i guess…”

“you guess?” she laughs even louder. “baby, i love you but do you honestly think this is what we should do? marriage isn’t my thing, you know. and we’re too old for that shit.”

“stop laughing.” david says. she stops. “this is serious. i’m not proposing to you because i don’t see the other way for us. i’m proposing because i love the shit out of you and i know that your multiple husbands weren’t the ones. i am the one. i promise you eternity. i promise you my whole life. this is your choice gillian but if i were you, i would take it because we both know we’re stuck together for good. you’re not going to step back and neither am i. so you can say no but you know you’re going to regret this because you love me and deep down you know you want all of this.”

“if i say yes, you’re gonna move to london?” she asks, barely whispering. he nods. 

“my kids are older, they’ll understand. i’d still visit them every other week, just like i do now. i just need to know if you’re really at the same page with me… because this is serious.”

“i’m not laughing anymore.” gillian whispers and kneels in front of him. she smiles and kisses him on mouth. “this is serious and i’m saying yes to all of this. but most of all, i’m saying yes to you because i can’t fucking live without you. i can’t function. you have to be by my side so i can feel alive.”

“i’ll be there, i promise.”

gillian nods and that is a definite yes for her. she couldn’t feel happier. she’s going to marry david. after twenty five years of knowing him. after twenty five years of loving him.

“yes.” she whispers. “now give me the ring.”

and she’s never seen more beautiful ring in the world. and of course it fits her perfectly, just the way he fits in her life.

this is such a cliche.

I can’t lose you
I can’t lose the person who lights my soul on fire

I swore to you that I would always protect you
and god, I failed in that oath
but somehow your scars make me feel more worthy of you

like you’ve entered the darkness that resides within me
and given it some of your light

oh yes, you deserve so much more than I can give you
my broken burning heart that beats half in your chest
but I’ll give you all of me and let you make me better

Before Jack’s graduation and Jack’s on a phone call with Bob:

“Dad, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, you can ask me anything. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just…you know Bittle, right?”

“That cute boy from Georgia who bakes pies who you can never stop talking about it?”

“Yes and don’t blame me, he’s adorable.”


Anyway…lately, I’ve been feeling sort of fuzzy when I’m around him.”

“Fuzzy? Care to add any other helpful and more descriptive words?”

“What I mean is, my heart beat begins racing and he makes me feel so warm on the inside. Whenever I see him, I can’t help but smile because he just…makes everything so much better.”

“Oh Jack.”



“Dad, are you crying?”

“Oh my son, my dear boy, my confused little Canadian chicken nugget, you’re in love!”

“Yeah, I sort of figured…wait, Canadian chicken nugget?”

“Alicia, OUR SON’S IN LOVE.”

Places Between Folds | Draco Malfoy [Part 1]

Hello guys, this is the first part of a story I’m writing. Hope you like it.

Character: Draco Malfoy

Word count: 1,275

Warning: None

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Originally posted by owlswithfins

We were running through the corridors, trying not to be seen, being already late to Transfiguration class, again. When we were at the door, the class has already started, but we couldn’t go in together or all our efforts into trying to keep our relationship a secret would’ve been for nothing.

“You go in first, we don’t want your friends to rise any suspiciousness” He emphasized the word friends and gave me a cheeky grin. I rolled my eyes and smiled at him, giving him one last peck on the cheek before we go back to strangers.

I slowly opened the door and all eyes were on me, including professors McGonagall’s. I quietly walked to my place and sat down next to my best friend Harry.

“Thank you very much for showing up Mrs (L/N). I can see my class isn’t very much to your liking since you’ve been late two times in a row.” McGonagall stared at me with an arched eyebrow, clearly angry and upset with me. I silently apologized and she went to continue with the class without giving me a second look. I could feel Harry’s eyes looking at me, but I didn’t turn his way. The door opened again and Draco Malfoy walked in.

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ISSUES -Part Two

Read part one- HERE 

Negan x you

When the saviours turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.

Upcoming chapters will contain a lot of smut, suggestive rape, suggestive drug usage and of course bad language from the start.  

Word count 3,283 

Part Two

My breath sped up as everyone stood frozen in place waiting for what was gong to come next.

He seemed to be thinking deeply and it worried me. I could feel it pouring off of us.     

What was he going to do?

This couldn’t be good.

Rick should never of left.

I bloody told him.

If The Saviors were just going to turn up when ever they wanted he couldn’t keep going out and leaving.  Some of these people stupidly looked up to him and he owed them more than he could ever realise. I wish I could look up to him but  I didn’t agree with a lot of the things that had been happening recently and my trust was gone long before the dead started walking among us. 

Attacking that outpost had been the biggest mistake and Glen and Abraham paid the price for it. Sasha, Maggie and her unborn baby would have to live with that. Have those pictures run through their minds for the rest of their lives. That would never ever leave them.

Our family was fractured and I didn’t see anyway that was going to be fixed. How could it?

This man might of been semi responsible but Rick, the so called and self proclaimed leader was at the centre of it all.

Quickly I moved my eyes to look over our people and noticed Carl wasn’t here. What the fuck?  

Shaking my head slightly I hoped he had done what I told him not too do. As stupid as that sounds I hoped he was on his way to Hilltop.

With any luck Edith caught up with him and Judith was safe with the both of them.

“Okayyyyyy” he tapped the wire covered bat on concrete road beneath us “This is what’s going to happen” he began walking up and down looking every Alexandrian in the eye as he did  “My people are going to go in these homes and take what they want and you’re going to stay out here and behave like the good little boys and girls I know you can be”  he pulls the bat up to eye level in Arron’s face “You can sit, you can stand but you can’t move from out here until I damn well say so” he smiled wickedly and then started to move in your direction again.

I could feel my heart start to beat faster as he moved. Oh shit.

“Now” he pointed the barbwire covered bat right at you “ y/e”

“Oh fuck” I muttered under my breath. However apparently not quiet enough because the arse who was holding my arm chuckled. Oh fuck indeed.

“That’s Rick the pricks house. Right?” He tilted his head to our house that only a few moments ago you had been standing in front of with Edith and Judith. I couldn’t seem to form any words so I simply nodded my head swallowing the extra saliva that was now pooling in my mouth.

“Excellent” he threw his arms in the air “Time for some fun boys!” And just like that most of the saviors scattered forcing their way into our homes once again while the rest stayed with their guns pointed towards us.

Closing my eyes briefly I sighed as the one who had been holding my arm released it. Defiantly going to have a serious bruise from his fingers. Thanks fucker.

“Don’t look so sad little one” you jumped as you felt warm fingers pull your chin upwards.

Opening my eyes I once again came face to face with Negan. I didn’t hear or feel him move this close to me and that was alarming.

“Now I have got a special task for you darling” he stood up straight, releasing my chin as he did.

I started internally freaking out what did he mean by ’special’?

“I am thirsty” thirsty? “So you can follow me into Rick the Pricks house over here and make me some god damn lemonade!” Lemonade? He started walking away from you “Todayyyy!” He called over his shoulder as I starred at his back kind of in shock.

He wants me to make him lemonade? I didn’t know if we even had any in the kitchen. Shit.

This was it. Dad was going to come home and I was going to dead, splattered all over the damn place because we didn’t have any fucking lemonade.

I took a step forward to follow but then froze.  I could see Rosita shaking her head at me telling me not to follow him.

“DO NOT MAKE ME ASK AGAIN Y/E!” Looking at the house I found him standing at the front door pointing that damn bat at me. | didn’t like the thing, I assume thats why he has it. Scare tactic.

Quickly, not allowing myself to look at anyone else I made my way towards him, walking straight through the open door, him following silently behind.

The sound of the door clicking shut made me nervous.

It was just the two of us.

Negan and me.

Me and Negan.

The man who killed for fun.

If Dad was here he would be freaking out right about now.

I couldn’t help but nervously smile at that as I reached the kitchen. He would probably be more concerned that he wasn’t the one alone with Negan. Looking for a weakness he could use against him.

Not knowing if he was following behind me or not I move quickly. He wanted lemonade and that is what I was going to do. With any luck once he had his drink, if we even had any that is. God please let there be enough to make him at least one glass.  

Hopefully he will leave.

I could hear a lot of shouting and banging occurring outside as his men took even more of the stuff from our homes.

This wasn’t going to end well. Fuck sake Dad.

Opening a cupboard I let out a breath I wasn’t aware I’d been holding and pulled out a tub of lemonade. Thank god it doesn’t feel empty.

Olivia must of brought it over when she was looking after Judith yesterday.

Smiling I quickly made his damn drink. Aware the entire time that he was watching me from across the room.

The sound of a thud echoed throughout the room made me jump, my eyes quickly looked towards him. For the first time since being alone.

He was starring right back at me with those hazel eyes and that lop-sided smile.

“You’re very quiet” he noted as I went back to making his drink “Unusual in fact women normally don’t shut the fuck up unless you threaten to knock knock” he chuckled eyeing his weapon of choice.

Finding my voice I replied in a semi sarcastic voice “Yeah, well good for them”

His laugh caught you off guard and you spilt some of the lemonade on your hand and the floor as it poured into a glass.

“I like you” What? “No bullshit…. Itssssss” he waved a hand in the air “Refreshing

I must be hallucinating. Right?

“See your leader, Rick the Prick he..”

“My Dad” I blurted out not thinking. Oh shitting hell I should not of said that. Dad is going to kill me, if Negan doesn’t first.

“Excuse me?” He stood up straight “Ohhhhh so that explains the stink eye He’s your Daddy?”

Staying silent I just placed the glass on the table that separated us and moved backwards so my back was against the work top crossing my arms over my chest.

“So Daddy Rick has been hiding you from me then?” I didn’t answer. To be honest I didn’t dare speak as the man before me picked up the glass and brought it to his lips “Thats very interesting” he added with wide eyes before taking a sip.

“Damn thats good!” I Smiled, relieved.

“You sure are something” he snickered “So Daddy isn’t going to be home anytime soon? Shame I was hoping to see him”


“I miss him” he laughed at some kind of joke he must be thinking off. I sure as hell didn’t see why that was funny.

“So y/e” he said before taking another mouthful of lemonade “Lets talk” he pointed towards the front room before walking over to and sitting down almost gracefully onto one of the sofas, leaving his bat on the table in the kitchen.

“Come on” he patted the space next to him “I don’t bite” at that I raised my brows and walked closer “Well unless you ask ever so nicely anyway” he winked and I couldn’t help but laugh.

Really laugh.

I don’t remember the last time I laughed like this.

You know one of those full on belly laughs that makes you slightly light headed?

“Well that was fucking a beautiful sight and sound sweetheart” Negan speaking stopped me almost instantly and I suddenly remembered where I was and who I was with.


I had let my guard down for a few seconds there and that was dangerous to do in this world now. Dangerous to do with this man.

Ignoring his earlier move for me to sit down next to him I sat in a chair opposite instead.

“Okay” he said placing the now half empty glass down with a clink on the coffee table that we never used “Lets get straight to the point”

I could feel myself breathing harder as I nervously watched the man before me who didn’t fault as he held my gaze.

He both was and wasn’t what I thought he would be like at all.

The way they spoke about him he sounded more like a wild cave man from the prehistoric time than the one who was calmly sat in front of me now.

I knew he was dangerous, I wasn’t stupid, you couldn’t miss that but there was something more about him and I couldn’t put my finger on what it was exactly.

“Now you look like a smart girl y/e”

Did he just compliment me?

There was a odd tension building in the air as I continued to look at the man before me.

What was he going to say?

What was he going to do?

Why was I even here?

With him?

When he had hand-lessley dragged me into the house he hadn’t known I was Rick’s daughter. What was he doing?

“Now I know we fucking surprised you guys but thats the name of the game of this world” I could feel my teeth digging into my bottom lip as he spoke in a deep and commanding voice.

Why did he have to be so, so…..charismatic?

I mean I should feel nothing but hatred towards him… right?

“But I’ll let it slide that you didn’t have your great almighty fucking leader Rick the Prick here and I’ll even let it slide that you didn’t have my shit this one time. We came early, I respect that”

The blood pumping around my body began to get warmer as he leant forwards in his seat.

“But what I won’t deal with being damn disrespected”

“I’m no..not” I stuttered.

“Now now” he laughed and stood up towering over me like a damn tree or something that had been growing for hundreds of years “You have been more than hospitable doll but that Daddy of yours” clicking his tongue “He needs to be more respectful. Im not stupid I know he’s up to something

Nodding my head I didn’t know what to say.

“What else Is he hiding from me?” He asked eyeing me “Apart from your glorious self of course”

“I wouldn’t know” I answered honestly. Because that was the truth. I may be Rick Grimes daughter but I was never involved in his little meetings. The only thing I knew he was hiding was Judith and of course Maggie and I was not going to be the one to tell him about either one of them. I would rather face his bat than be the one to tell him. Judith was too innocent to have to face this and Maggie… well she just had been through enough.

“Don’t lie to me y/e” he raised his voice making me jump.

“I’m not lying to you, honestly all I do is stay here and look after Ju.. everyone elsefuck.



I had almost let her name slip between my lips. He seemed to disarm me being around him. I had to be more careful.

“You don’t leave?” He looked me up and down.

Shaking my head “No, not really Rick doesn’t want me out on runs or anything and we’ve been here for a while”

“So the last time you stepped foot outside of these walls was before you got here? To Alexandria?”

“Pretty much” I nodded my head.

There was of course the times you had snuck out, protected Judith and that time you had been to the quarry with that insanely massive heard of walkers.

Apart from that I hadn’t left here since Arron brought us.

I both hated it and was grateful at the same time. I wasn’t stupid though. I knew the reason why was because my Dad didn’t think I could cope, didn’t want me outside of his control, of his watchful gaze or whoever he had around to watch me. He didn’t want my help unless it was to look after the baby that wasn’t even his.  

“Well fuck me sidewaysssss” he started walking around the room. Running a leather clad finger over every surface as he went.

I bit my lip as I watched him move. He was one of the most graceful men I had seen in a very long time and I could feel it, him, awakening something inside of me that I had buried down so, so long ago.

Wait, what?

Stop it.

We hate him.


“Damn thats no fun huh?” He laughed almost evilly but there was something else there too. Almost glee?

“Well I’ll tell you what y/e” he stalked towards me causing me to sit as far back as I could in the chair. “If you ever and I do mean fucking ever want to get outside of these walls and have a little adventure I would be more than fucking happy. Jesus it would make my fucking week to have you at the Sanctuary” Sanctuary? Where was that?

“What?” I asked as he placed a hand on either side of the chairs arms, caging me in.

“Our own little paradise doll” he licked his bottom lip “All you have to do is say yes and you can come” widening his eyes he added “And if you say so in more ways than one” he added with a wink that almost made me openly drool.

My eyes widened and dilated as I processed what he said. Did he just? No?

Shaking my head I simply said “Thanks for the offer but no” Idiot.

“No?” He sighed before standing back up “Offers there anytime y/e. Any fucking time for you. Yes it fucking is. You can have anything you want anytime, get some air in those magnificent lungs” Did he just checkout my boobs?

“Thank you” Why did I just say thank you? The man just said he wanted to make me cum. Only if you said so My subconscious reminded me.

“And if you were to become one of my wives.. then damn sweetheart you just might make my fucking year” his eyes were twinkling and the room was now thick with sexual tension causing the two of us to both breath a little heavier.

“Wives?” As in plural? Fucking hell.

“Perk of the new world” he stroad away towards his bat, picking it up in his gloved hand “Me and Lucille here will leave you all alone sexy y/e before……just don’t forget the offer alright?”  He added the last part as he shook his head. As if if he was trying to remove what he was about to say from his brain.

His bat had a name?  

Was he a former asylum patient or something before the apocalypse?  

Wait a second did he just call me sexy?

Shakily I mumbled out a sort of ‘ok’ as I followed him as he moved.

Something inside me wanted him to stay.

Maybe I was the one in need of a phycologist. Jesus.

Loosing my damned mind.

Just around him. Fuck.

He whistled loudly “We are out of here!!!!!” Turning to you he added “Thanks for the lemonade” with a wink and waved goodbye before they all began to retreat towards the gate “We’ll be back in TWO DAYS” he shouted reminding everyone he was coming back for the stuff he was ‘owed’.

In less than a minute they were gone and Gabriel was pulling the gate shut behind them, leaving us almost stunned. It was like they had never even been here.

No one moved for a moment. It was probably only a few seconds but it felt like several minutes.

For some stupid reason I had a smile on my face.

That man was nothing like what they had said about him.

Yes he had killed two of our family but we were responsible for over forty of his being killed in that outpost. Maybe he wasn’t so bad?

“What happened?” Rosita came over to you when everyone felt safe to move once again.

Shaking my head I had to gather my thoughts making sure to loose the smile.

“Doesn’t matter” you told her but not taking your eyes off of the closed gates. There was no way I was going to tell them Negan knew I was Rick’s daughter and I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell them about his offer.

To take me to the Sanctuary.

And the whole wives thing?

That was kind of fucked up.

“Y/e” she repeated sounding angry and went to grab my arm.

“I already fucking told you it doesn’t matter” I bit out angrily.

She looked a little shocked at my outburst.

I barley bothered saying anything these days. No one ever listened unless it was about fighting or gathering stuff so what was the point?

Looking at everyone as they looked back at me with confused and shocked expressions I realised I had to say something. He could not find out Negan met me. If he knew what would he do?

“Rick can’t find out about that” I told them pointing towards the house.

“And why the hell not”

“If you want to be the one to tell him that Negan spoke to me when I was meant to be out of here before he ever had the chance then fucking go for it but I think we all know that is not a great idea. You know what he is like he’ll do something stupid. Look what happened last time he did that we lost Glen and Abraham!”

It was his fault we were in this position in the first place.

Spencer was nodding in agreement. He was one of the only other ones who openly didn’t agree with going into that outpost. He said we should make a deal and looking at what had happened today he was right.

No one got hurt.

No one lost their life.

Hell he even thanked you for making him a lemonade.

You didn’t leave it for any further discussion before turning around and walking back into the house.

“Where are you going?” Arron spoke up.

“To have some lemonade” I shouted not bothering to look back as I slammed the front door shut.


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Stars || Conor Maynard

“We could be the stars you know?” I ask my finger tracing patterns onto Conor’s chest absentmindedly as were laid cuddle up in bed. Both of us staring at the ceiling content with just being with each other.

“What do you mean?” He asks fingers that were previously traveling up and down my arm, becoming stationary.

“We can shine bright and change someone’s life,”

“Well of course,” He says chuckling softly, “But what made you say that?”

“I don’t know,” I laugh turning my body around so that I’m laying on his chest. The way his eyes crease as he laughs makes butterflies in my stomach.

“You’re so weird,” He says pushing me away from him softly.

“Well, I am your best friend.”


“Why what? I ask, fear creeping up into my chest.

"Why are we only best friends? I mean, why aren’t we dating?” He asks, suddenly seeming confident and sure of himself.

“I don’t understand Con,” I say in a hushed tone, eyes cast downwards.

Conor sighs, and places his left hand on my cheek, moving my gaze from the crumpled bedsheets we’re sat on to his face. My glazed over E/C orbs locked with his baby blue ones.

“Y/N, I want to take you out on cute dates and kiss you under the stars. You are my star,” He laughs at his awful joke, making my grin, “I want to date the girl that makes me laugh harder than I ever thought I could, I want to date someone who can be my best friend and my girlfriend. I want to date you.”

“I’m pretty amazing aren’t I?” I ask teasingly a smirk playing on my face, “Sounds like I’m quite the catch, hey Maynard?”

“You’re so frustrating,” He breathes, leaning his head forward to kiss me, but before his lips can touch I turn my head to the side.

“Y/N?” He says softly mouth close to my ear.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to kiss me,” I say softly, my heart thumping in my chest, “Because I really want to. But what if we mess this up?”

“What do you mean?” he asks, his vulnerability shining through his tough guy exterior. He moves his face back and lets his hand drop.  

‘What if we mess this up?“ I gesture to the space between us, "What if something happens and we hate each other?”

“I could never hate you,” He says blue eyes shining with the purest form of sincerity.

“Is it worth risking our friendship Con? Are you sure about me?” I ask eyes still locked with his.

“I’m more than sure, I have been for months,” He says. His hand creeps it was to mine.

“I’ve liked you for a long time,” I whisper eyes locked with his.

“Can I please kiss you now?” He asks a cheeky smile resting on his lips.

“Fine,” I say a smile creeping up onto my face.

Our lips touch, and it feels as if there is nothing but us, my heart skips a beat.