i cheated yes i know but shut up

Hermione: If we’re playing truth or dare, then we should at least make it interesting…

Ron: Hermione! But that’s – Where did you get that?

Hermione: Slughorn’s office.

Draco: Who would’ve though Granger would have a penchant for breaking the rules?

Pansy: Literally anybody who’s been paying attention the last seven years.

Draco: And we all know you’ve been paying very close attention, Pansy.

Pansy: Watch it.

Hermione: So, who’s game?

Harry: I am.

Draco: I am too.

Pansy: You’re going to regret that.

Hermione: To keep it fair, I think we should randomly choose –

Pansy: I’ll go first. Draco darling, truth or dare?

Draco: Tru – dare.

Pansy: I dare you to admit to the whole room how you feel about Harry Potter.

Draco: But that’s truth. Isn’t that cheating!?

Hermione: Well, I don’t know if –

Harry: Technically, it’s still a dare.

Draco: I’m not going to –

Ron: Why don’t you want to tell us?

Harry: Don’t tell me you’re chicken, Malfoy?

Draco: I’m not – I’m not – I’m –

Harry: The veritaserum won’t let you lie.

Draco: I’m chicken.

Harry: Why?

Draco: That wasn’t the dare.

Harry: Then complete the dare.

Draco: I don’t – I can’t – This isn’t fair.

Pansy: Don’t keep us waiting, Draco.

Draco: Shut up Pansy. I’ll do it.

Harry: Yes?

Draco: I love him.

Pansy: Louder, darling. He can’t hear you.

Draco: I LOVE HIM.

Harry: Oh.

Ron: Bloody Hell.

Hermione: I knew the veritaserum was a good idea.

Draco: My turn. Pansy, truth or dare. Oh wait, it doesn’t matter. I dare you to tell everyone how you feel about Hermione Granger.

Pansy: Fuck.

But has anyone thought about all the kids learning to live with each other’s BAD HABITS like:

- “You leave your socks everywhere and I’m about to slam dunk you in a hamper” 

- “I keep avoiding the dishes because you always make me do them again for doing them wrong in the first place”

- “Stop being an ass by playing obnoxious music while other people are studying”

- “Why are there???? Books everywhere???”

 - “Who keeps tracking mud in without wiping their shoes because they’re gonna be the one scrubbing”

- “Whoever keeps snoring through five walls is going to be introduced to death by smothering”

- “Whoever sheds that much hair needs to see a doctor wtf”

- “Someone keeps eating all the instant ramen that is MY FLAVOR and they’re going to die a slow painful death”


- “You know way more about Llamas with Hats than any normal person does, should I be concerned”




- “…do I wanna know about the slippers.” 

- “…on second thought no, I really don’t want to hear about how much you passive aggressively hate your neighbor”

- “Nobody vacuums at FIVE IN THE MORNING”

- “Shut up about your crappy Sci-Fi movie, it’s my turn for the big TV and I’m watching my stories”

- “Everyone needs to put their cups in the sink right now or I’m hiding all the cups” 

- “Yes this meme is funny but it doesn’t have to have a WALL devoted to it”

- “You cheat at Mario Kart and are now forever banned” 

- “I love all those animals your rescue but 1) they can’t live with us and 2) THEY CAN NOT LIVE IN MY ROOM”

- “You always say the same damn phrase when you wake me up and now I have a Pavlovian response to HATE that phrase”

 Like just 

Bad habits

“You have brought me flowers everyday for the last two weeks. You can stop. Take them to her.” You said trying to close the door
“Please take them.”
“I don’t want them anymore. They only remind me of the heartache. Don’t ruin flowers for me the way you have ruin my thought on love.”
“Damn it Y/N that’s not fair.” Jax said
“It’s. Not. Fair!”
“I don’t want to fight.”
“Well, I didn’t want you to leave me for her.”
“I made a huge mistake.”

You had started dating Jax about six months after Tara died. You knew when you started dating what had happen. You never asked him to love you more then her. You never tried to be her. But what you weren’t counting on was him to run to Wendy and cheat on you.

“Jax I can’t do this. I’ve always had Tara hanging over us and I never said anything because she was your true love and the mother of your boys. I can’t compete with a dead women, but you turned to Wendy instead of being with me. Between Tara and Wendy there is no room for me.” You said know crying.

“I was so wrong. I was scared. The way you loved me. It scared the fuck out of me Y/N. The thought that you could and were making me happy scared me. I’ve lost so much. Then I meet you and I didn’t think anything of it besides I enjoyed your company. Then it got where I thought of you before I went to bed. Then when I woke up you were on my mind. Then the boys asked about you. Then I realize I love you and this wasn’t a love I have felt before..” He paused for a second to see if you were still listening.

“I ran to Wendy in a impulse of trying to screw thus up. I don’t think I deserve happiness. I’m not a good man Y/N, but I love you. I love you so fucking much it physically hurts without you.”

“I love you to Jax, but you cheated on me. How can I trust you won’t again? I want all of you the good and the bad. I said yes to you. In so many ways. I’m not going to walk out when it gets tough. I know what I’m walking into.”

Walking up to you and shutting the front door.
Putting his hands on your face and wiping a way a tear with his thumb. When you didn’t move he leaned down to kiss you.

“I want to be happy Y/N. Once more chance is all I ask.”

“All I can do is try Jax, but I make no promises. Not yet.” You said kissing him back.

Don’t Let Me Go Pt.2

Warnings; sad spencer, violence, mentions of blood and wounds, cursing, angst and sad fluff at the end


SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! I had a messy day and I start school tomorrow again so I decided to get this out quick before I had to go back. Anyways, here is the much requested part two ! I hope you all enjoy it and it lives up to expectations :’) much love <33333 (sorry for any mistakes !!)

Tagged peep; @skeletoresinthebasement


Spencer walked into the sheriff’s department with JJ following closely behind. It was chaotic as everyone rushed around and phones rang within seconds of each other.

“What did we miss?” JJ asks as a frowning Hotch comes towards them. “Was there another murder?”

“Not yet,” Hotch sighs. “The unsub totaled Morgan and Y/N’s squad car. He took her.”

For the first time that day, the mention of Y/N’s name sparked full attention in Spencer. JJ looks over at him as tears begin to pool in his eyes.

“H-Have you guys found them?” Spencer asks worriedly.

“We’re working on it,” Hotch says sympathetically. “Fortunately, Y/N has her phone on her and we’re hoping Garcia can trace it.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Spencer begins wracking his brain with solutions and thoughts on how he could save the love of his life, but he kept coming up empty.

“I’m sorry, Reid,” Hotch shakes his head, “but there is nothing we can do right now except to wait on Garcia.”

JJ frowned as she put a hand on his shoulder in a small attempt to get him to calm down.

“She’s going to be okay, you know that right?” JJ says and Spencer shakes his head.

“I-I don’t know,” Spencer sputters out. “Before you called, we had gotten into an argument and I kind of left things unresolved. I know how she is and I know she gets really drained when I ignore her the way I do, and I don’t know why I do that to her when I know it hurts her. What if when she wakes up, she won’t have the energy to defend herself because of me.”

“Spencer, look at me,” JJ puts her hands on Spencer’s shaking arms and makes him face her way. “Y/N is a trained agent and an exceptional profiler, she knows what to do and how to survive. If anything were to slow her down, my guess is that it would be to any injuries she got in the crash.”

Spencer tries to blink away the tears, but they keep coming right back up.

“Excuse me,” he mutters as he tears himself away from JJ’s grip and hurries outside of the building.

His mind was racing with the endless possibilities of how you could be hurt or how long you have to live. On top of being kidnapped by a sadistic serial killer, you also had unattended injuries that were bleeding out and being exposed to bacterias.

As Spencer stood outside, kicking rocks on the ground, tears falling down his face, and a heavy weight on his chest, he noticed a police car pull up to the sheriff’s department. Morgan quickly jumped out of the passenger side of the car, his left arm in a sling and a bandage on his cheek bone that was adorned with smaller cuts around it.

Derek looked around the parking lot and frowned deeply when his eyes landed on the broken genius by the curb.

“Reid!” Morgan calls and scuffles towards him.

“How did it happen?” Spencer gulps as he looks at Morgan with a small disappointment, somewhat blaming this whole thing on him. Morgan sighs and gives him an ‘are you sure?’ look and Spencer nods.

“We were on our way to the coroner’s and at a stoplight, Y/N noticed a car that fit the one we had for the unsub. At first, I thought she was crazy because it was gone before I noticed it, but then it hit us.”

“Where did it hit?”

“Once in the back, twice on her side,” Morgan looks down in sadness. “I tried getting us out of there. When I woke up, I saw them. She put up a hell of a fight with all those wounds-”

“Shut up!” Spencer snaps as he presses his hands to his ears. Dismay fell over him at the details of Derek’s explanation.

“Kid, I promise you we will get this son of a bitch,” Morgan assures him. “I got his plate numbers and we’ll be at his house soon.”

As if it were on cue, Emily stepped out of the building with JJ, Rossi, and Hotch following behind.

“Guys, we’ve got an address,” Emily announces to the two men. “If we wanna save Y/N, we have to go now.”


Your eyes began to adjust in the dimly lit room,  and then your body followed. You tried to get up or move only to realize that you were strapped to a chair. The second you moved a limb, a sharp pain struck you in the stomach and thigh causing you to let out a scream.

Panic begin to set in as you remembered the events that led you here. Flashes of glass shattering, the world spinning, and a pair of black boots clouded your thoughts.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

Speaking of the devil.

A dirty looking, drug abusing man came out from the shadows. The closer he stepped towards you, the more you could smell the must and alcohol radiating off of him.

“Please don’t hurt me,” You yelp. “I guarantee you that when you’re caught, and you will be, you will not get special treatment. Especially when you’re charged with the murder of an agent.”

“I’m not going to get caught, darling,” he snickers as he reaches forward to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You moved your head away the second his skin came in contact with yours. Angry with your reaction, he wraps a hand behind your neck and pushes your head towards him. “I’ve been killing women like you for years. Dozens. Even if they were to catch me, they have no evidence. I’ve made sure of that. So what makes you think they’ll catch me? You’ll be dead before you could speak.”

“Because you were messy with my capture,” you chuckle slightly. “You rammed into a government vehicle, leaving the imprint of your truck all over it. My partner woke up before you took me meaning he probably wrote down your license plate. And honestly, if you were as smart as you made yourself out to be - you would have patted me down to remove any technology on me. I’m surprised you didn’t notice, but I’ve had my unit chief on the phone and I’ve been stalking my so-called death by distracting you with a conversation.”

“You bitch,” he sneers.

“A man’s ego will often get the best of him,” you tease. The sound of sirens coming from every direction of the house caused your heart to flutter with hope. You knew they would save you.

The unsub let out a growl as he turned your chair around to undo the ropes around your arms and legs.

“Good thing I injured you pretty bad,” he comments. “Or else you’d be fighting back by now.”

He pulled you up from the chair and a pain filled yelp left your throat as your muscles contracted under your wounds.

“FBI!” Hotch broke through the door, letting a ray of sunshine into the room followed by someone equivalent to that. A very scared Spencer entered the room, his eyes scanning over the situation and you.

“Daniel, we know why you’re doing this,” Spencer began.

“You don’t know anything,” the unsub, Daniel, spits. You feel a cool metal being pressed against your temple and you momentarily feel your heart speed up.

“Yes, I do,” Spencer begins to panic. “Someone who looks a lot like Y/N, broke your heart. Kate was the love of your life, and she just cheated on you like you meant nothing.”

“Shut up,” Daniel yells. The gun began to dig deeper into your skin as Daniel got angrier.

“Spencer,” you cry out as Daniel tightens the headlock you’re in.

“Oh I see what’s going on here,” Daniel laughs sinisterly. “She’s your girl?”

Spencer said nothing as he watched you with a pained expression as you struggle in the man’s grip.

“Daniel, we have the house surrounded,” Hotch warns. “If you do anything to harm her, you will be shot down.”

“Does this count as harming her?” He questions as he turns his head towards you and begins kissing your cheek.

“Stop!” You yell as you elbow him in the stomach. For a split second, your out of Daniel’s grip - and a second is all it takes for everything to go downhill. You watch as a rage overtakes his features, you messed up. You triggered him by rejecting him and that’s all that took him to turn him into a loose cannon. The gun in his hand was pointed towards you and as you heard Spencer’s yells, the room filled with the sound of three triggers being pulled and bullets being released. One came in contact with your chest, and the other two struck Daniel in the torso.

Everything sounded muffled and nothing looked clear as you let your head hit the ground. The black spots in your vision began appearing, but before everything went completely dark, you watched a broken Spencer fall to the ground beside you and gather you up in his arms. You couldn’t feel it, but you felt the flutter in your heart every time he was near - and then there’s nothing.


Spencer sat in the cold and uncomfortable chair right beside your bed. His leg was jumping in all sorts of directions and his head was buried in his hands.

A punctured lung, a burst appendix, and a deep wound in your thigh.

Spencer had tried convincing himself for the past two weeks that he sat in this hospital that you were going to be okay, but his mind kept telling him that you wouldn’t.

People came and go. Your room was filled with balloons, stuffed animals, and cards written in love. Spencer had been there since you arrived. Sitting by your bedside, praying to anything that would keep you alive.

A very sad JJ walked into the room with Derek following behind.

“Spencer, you know she wouldn’t want you killing yourself over here,” JJ suggests sadly, “why don’t you go home and rest.”

“No, I’m not leaving,” Spencer quickly interjects.

“You’ve been here every day, kid,” Morgan frowns. “You haven’t eaten, hell I don’t think you’ve slept.”

The two agents worried for their friend’s health. His eyes were rimmed with red, decorated with the dark purple bags sitting under his eyes. His cheek bones were much more prominent and his cheeks were hollowed and spiked with scruff.

“I don’t want to leave her,” Spencer cries.

“I know,” JJ wipes away a tear of her own before walking over to the hunched over man and placing a hand on his cheek in a comforting way. “She’s been like this for too long, Spence. I  know this sounds horrible, but she’s suffering and maybe if we find the strength to let her go, then maybe she can finally be in peace.”

“No, no,” Spencer lets his head fall onto the bed, his hand reaching over to interlock with yours. “I can’t.”

“We’ll leave you to it,” Morgan adds quietly.

When JJ and Morgan are fully out of the room, Spencer takes the time to try and compose himself for you. He looks up at your face, covered in bruises and small cuts.

“I’m sorry this happened to you,” he begins tearfully. “I’m sorry that you’re on life support. I’m sorry that I let the unsub get you. I’m sorry that I couldn’t save you in time. I’m sorry that I’m so selfish that I can’t let you go. But most of all, I’m sorry that I didn’t fix us before you ended up like this.”

Spencer looked down at the white bed sheets where your hand and his lied, entwined with each other. He brings the pair to his forehead and closes his eyes.

“But I have to do right by you,” he sniffles. “If you want me to let you go, I will. But please, of you’re somewhere in there and you can somehow hear me, give me a sign. Give me a sign, and I promise I will never ignore you the way I did, ever again. I promise you will spend every day, loved. Please, Y/N, give me something. I love you.”

Little did he know, that his words of courage spoke to the empty void you found yourself in. And somehow, with any strength and brain activity in you, you managed to give his hand a light squeeze.

A sharp intake of breath leaves Spencer’s lips as he looks at your hand in his. A second squeeze came from you to reassure him that he didn’t imagine it.

“Nurse!” Spencer desperately calls out. As nurses begin to rush in, Spencer leans in to kiss your cheek. “I won’t let you go.”

The nurse calls in the doctor to point out the sudden miracle of you breathing on your own. Spencer felt a twinkle in his heart that he hadn’t felt in the past two weeks, a twinkle of hope.

He knew you would be okay.

Tyler Seguin - Dream Psychology

Team: Dallas Stars

Requested: Yes: Did you get the request about tyler seguin!? The one where the reader has a dream that tyler cheated on her and shes mad at him the next day!? (I had a dream that my boyfriend cheated on me and i was mad at him all day) i cant remember if i sent it or i just thought about sending it 😅 if i didnt could i request it now!? And at the end it thinks its funny/cute that you were mad at him. Please bab

Edited: Yes

Word count: 860

Summary: You have a dream he cheated on you

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We Don’t Talk Anymore (Part 12: Finale)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader x Baekhyun

Requested: No

Word Count: 11,369

Summary: Everything was going perfectly for both of you, but then he changed.

Author’s Note: It’s finally done! After countless weeks of frustration here it is! XD (I’m still crying this killed me…) I really did enjoy writing it though. A few things are pretty different here and there but I hope you guys like it!

And thank you so much to @loser-dot-com who made this beautiful moodboard for the series! Love you lots! o3o

(Part 1) | (Part 2) | (Part 3) | (Part 4) | (Part 5) | (Part 6) | (Part 7) | (Part 8) | (Part 9) | (Part 10) | (Part 11) | (Part 12: Finale)

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Love Affair Part 12

Beginning: Love Affair Part 1


Love Affair Part 12

Chapter 23

“So who is it huh?” Danny said as he kept a hold of me while I struggle against him. “Who’s the fucker that you been fucking around with?” I started yelling for Negan. “What was that? Negan? Is that his name?” 

I kept fighting to break free as I trying to scream for Negan. Danny kept a firm grip on me as he shook his head. He had so much anger in his eyes, I never seen him like this before. I kept hoping, prayer, Negan would come inside soon. 

“Is it mine?” Danny said and I looked at him confuse. “Is it my baby?” 

What the hell do I say? Do I tell him the truth and say no? What if I do and it sets him off even more. Do I lie and say yes? What if it starts more problems and he still sets him off? I started begging Danny to stop before he hurts the baby. I saw his eyes soften for a moment and they slowly tear up.

“Is there a chance it could be mine?” Danny said started breathing heavy. “There is a chance, isn't’ there? Yeah there is a chance.” He nodded his head. “We did fuck a little over a couple months ago in the shower. Twice if I remember correctly.” He smiled at me. “Does your little fuck boy Negan know it could be mine? Does he fucken know if could be mine?! Won’t we go find him and tell him together shall we?”

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Weird Surprises - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: sexual innuendos, swearing, blah blah


also, it’s really frigging long


Edit: This was a Seb fic at first, but then I decided to change it because I felt really uncomfortable writing about a real person, rather than a character who I can intercept in any way.

“Buck. Buck. Buck. Buck.” You continuously poked his huge muscly arm. 

“Yes, [Y/N],” he sighed, putting his book down to look at you, almost immediately smiling a bit. It still stumped him as to how he had managed to get someone as adorable as you. 

“Do you know what’s on Saturday?” you grinned at him. Of course he knew what Saturday was. It was his birthday. 

“No?” His teasing smile kept at his face, turning to face you, watching the excitement on your face adoringly.

“It’s….. My day off!” you cheered, watching as his eyebrow perked up. “We can do all that catching up you wanted to do. We can watch Supernatural, eat pizza. You know, a day off!” 

“That sounds perfect,” he promised, still trying to figure some things out. Did you forget his birthday, or were you just playing? Probably the latter.

“I can’t wait,” you sighed dreamily before falling back on the couch, spreading your arms wide open.

“How much coffee did you have today?” he teased, putting his book down as he got up.

“Like, four cups. It will wear off soon, I promise.” You could hardly contain your giggles, making his heart melt.

“Let’s hope it doesn’t, yeah?” He grinned at you before pushing you down on the sofa, almost immediately hovering above you with his arms on your sides. “Wouldn’t want you to tire out while I do this.”

He spoke into your neck, the vibrations making you giggle as you squirmed around, making both of your laughter fill the room which soon led to something else.

“Sam, shut up.” He heard you whisper just as he woke up. You were in the corner of the room, wearing his t-shirt and nothing else. A soft smile fluttered across his face as he noticed your messy hair and beautiful voiced as it sounded hushed over the phone, as if you were trying not to wake him.

“No, he doesn’t know,” you hissed into the phone, making his eyebrow raise. “Don’t you dare tell him. I don’t know what his reaction will be.”

Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed together as your face looked slightly guilty, something he’d noticed in your 3 years of dating. He’d notice everything about you, which wasn’t difficult considering that he always sneaked glances towards you whenever you weren’t looking

“I know you hate keeping secrets from him but it’s for the better.” You had no idea that he was awake and he intended to keep it that way. You surely couldn’t be doing what he thought you were.  

“Yes, you big baby, I will come see you later. Now shut up. I think he’s going to wake up.” Your eyes were closed shut as your mouth slowly turned up into a smile. “You are disgusting. Why did I ever pick you to do this with?”

By now he didn’t even know what he was feeling. Were you really fucking cheating on him, right in front of him when you thought he wasn’t looking? Had he not been enough for you?

“Oh, hey Bucky.” You snapped him out of horrible thoughts with a nervous grin on your face. “How long have you been awake?“ 

 He stared at you, face dead serious. Were you being for real? 

"For the entire thing, huh?” you laughed nervously as he could feel the anger beginning to spread inside him. 

“Yes. Were you really..” He couldn’t even finish his own sentence. He was sitting up straight by now, and had pushed the covers off of him. 

“Listen, I was going to tell you after we were done-" 

 ”After you were done?!“ he practically screamed. 

 "I didn’t know how you were going to react!” you defended, throwing your hands up. 

 "With Sam out of every fucking body! Frigging Sam!” He couldn’t believe it. 3 years, down the drain just because of this.

“Steve would spill the moment you talk to him, and no one else was there so obviously it was Sam I went to,” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest, “this is why I didn’t want to tell you! Why are you so mad anyways?”

“Why am I so mad?! What is wrong with you!? Of course I’m going to fucking be mad! I can’t believe, that after 3 years, you would do this to me with Sam!”  He was almost steaming now.

“Wait, are we on the same page here?” Realisation hit you like a truck.

“Apparently fucking not. I have been as loyal as anyone could possibly be, and this is what fucking happens.” He stood up, eyebrows knitted together in frustration.

“Bucky wait-”

“Don’t call me that! I can’t believe you! I can’t believe myself!” He pointed at himself while shaking his head. “I was going to fucking propose this weekend. Propose.”

The wind got knocked out of you. He was going to ask you to marry him?

“But of course something would happen, wouldn’t it? But I never would have thought about this.” He mentioned around furiously. “I can’t believe you and Sam-”

“Were planning a birthday party?” Your voice was calm. Right now, your only goal was to get him to calm down and listen to you.

“What the hell are you talking about?! I heard you on the phone,” he seethed.

“Yes, you did. I was talking to him, and telling him that I was coming over to finalise the cake flavour. He told me to get one layer of vanilla and one layer of something spicy to represent what we do when we’re alone, that’s why I called him disgusting.” You crossed over the distance to right in front of him. He was breathing heavily, and his eyebrows were still furrowed, but now out of confusion.

“I would never cheat on you.” You gripped his biceps, feeling the heated skin under your cold fingertips. You tilted your head accordingly to look into his eyes, trying to get him to calm down. “And quite frankly, I don’t know what to feel about the fact that you thought I was cheating, but you did hear an extremely strange one sided phone call, so that’s to your favour.”

“I-I..I-” he stammered, struggling to get the words out.

“Yeah, I get it. I’m just going to call him to tell him that the cat’s out of the bag now.” You let go of him. You were moving slowly, feeling kind of betrayed. You had done nothing to prove any unfaithfulness to him, but it came to bite you in the ass.

“Samuel,” You greeted him as you tugged some shorts on, balancing your phone on your shoulder. From your peripheral vision you could see Bucky run a hand through his hair, slightly slicking it back before you left the room to make something to eat.

“Yes, commander,” he said, laughing at the end.

“Surprise just got ruined. Sorry,” you said, bringing a pot onto the stove to start making some pasta.

There was some silence at the end, before you could hear some things shift around.

“Well, to be honest, I’m glad it was you rather than me. At least you won’t kill me now if I tell him.” You could hear him laugh again, making you chuckle as you shook your head.

“Shut up loser,“ you teased him before a few more replies went back an forth until you finally cut the call. You opened up your playlist, deciding to play something soft to try to get your mood back to normal.  

Fade Into You by Mazzy Star began playing as you softly hummed along with the song.

Bucky stared at you from the doorway, a blank expression on his face. How had you not left him yet? You were still there, cooking him and yourself food; something which was the last thing on his mind.

He knew what you were doing, though, You were distracting yourself from what was really going on, giving himself and you much needed space. 

To him, you had never looked quite so beautiful as you did, standing in your shared kitchen with a small sway to your step. It was so hard for him to not go up to you and pull you into his chest, and place a kiss on your neck.

“Hey.” You heard him say from behind you. You didn’t turn around, instead choosing to respond with the same ’Hey’.

A silence filled the space between you both, and before you knew it, a pair of hands were on your shoulders, slowly massaging it.

He gently spun you around to face him as no words were exchanged. He tugged you to him, his arms going around your waist his forehead rested on your shoulder.

The song had changed to Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton, the soft beats filling the room as he swayed with you, too full of emotion to say anything else.

“My pasta,” you said against him.

“I don’t care. We’ll order takeout,” he mumbled into you, moving peacefully, You sighed, giving in finally as your arms went up to around his shoulders, hanging around them loosely.

“I’m so incredibly sorry.” He held you tighter as if you would slip away any moment.

You hummed in response, eyes closing as the calmness took over you.

“I had no right to doubt you after so long. It was so amazingly stupid of me to jump to conclusions so fast without even letting you explain properly.” You knew how difficult it was for him to apologize, so you just nodded.

“’tis okay,” you told him sincerely.

“It’s not,” he said, not making any effort to move other than small steps.

“But we are,” you said, rubbing his back soothingly, “we’re okay. And this is going to be okay too.”

“I love you so fucking much.” He just pulled you closer, stopping his movements, just hugging you tightly.

“I kinda love you too.” You smiled as he let out a small chuckle. “So I guess that’s my surprise ruined.”

“Yours wasn’t the only on, you know.” He shook his head as you pulled back in surprise, looking at him.

“You were being serious?” You looked into his eyes for any signs of discomfort or dishonesty, but there was none.

“Of course I was. I got the ring and all.” He gave you a soft smile as you pulled him back into a hug. “Although, I don’t think now’s the best time to do it.”

“Any time is perfect,” you responded, smiling into his shoulder.

“Hypothetically, if I were to-”



“Yes, I’ll marry you.” You laughed as he grinned wildly, gently lifting you off the ground in ecstasy as your hearts fluttered with happiness.



@aya-fay, @imabookworm31, @imaginesofeveryfandom, @allofthesearetakendafuq, @crapythings 

Tell me if I forgot anyone!

Not What It Looks Like!

Jack tried his best to not get too jealous when it came to Joe, and he liked to think he was getting better at it, after all, they had been together for five years now.

But there was still one person that he couldn’t control his jealousy around, not when Joe was still so close to him, and had left their past relationship so vague.

Caspar Lee.

Which really, was unfair to Caspar, because Jack did like the South African, and considered him a good friend.

But when he and Joe hung out….well, Jack thought his boyfriend was different with Caspar, acted in a way that he didn’t around anyone else, not even Jack. And that didn’t sit right with him at all.

So when he walked in to the room to see Joe and Caspar pulling apart quickly, their cheeks flushed, Jack couldn’t help the burst of jealous anger that glared up in his chest.

“It’s not what it looks like!” Joe blurted out, “I swear!”

“Then please, explain.” Jack bit out, crossing his arms as he narrowed his eyes at Caspar, who shifted slightly under the gaze.

“We were…well, we…” Joe stumbled over his words, his hands flailing in front of his as his eyes darted over to his former roommate before falling back on his boyfriend.

“Ah, yes,” Jack drawled, “It all makes so much sense now!”

“I…I mean, well….we….Caspar?” Joe finished weakly, pleading silently for help with the explanation.

“We weren’t doing anything!” The blonde said quickly, fiddling with the end of his shirt, “We were….well, we….”

“Any time one of you actually wants to tell me what you were doing would be just grand,” Jack shifted his gaze over to Joe, but his boyfriend had his eyes locked on the floor.

Neither of them offered anything else, and that stung Jack. Because apparently his jealousy was right for once.

“Fine. I see how it is.” Jack nodded once spinning on his heel and storming out of the room, very aware of when Joe didn’t come after him.

Hours later there was a knock on the front door, and after pausing the movie he had playing, Jack pushed himself off of his couch and made his way over to the door, swinging it open.


“What are you doing here?”

“Can we talk?” Caspar asked softly, his eyes shining nervously.

“Actually talk? Or just let you splutter out random words?” Jack snapped, softening when the other man flinched back. “Fine. Come inside.” He turned away from Caspar and headed back into the flat, leaving the door open.

Flopping into the corner of his couch, Jack watched Caspar shuffled over, taking a seat gingerly on the other end.

“I’m sorry.”

“What do you have to be sorry for?”

“We really weren’t doing anything.”

“Then why isn’t Joe here explaining that to me?” Jack shot back.

“Because he thinks you’re mad at him.”

“Should I be mad?”

“No.” Caspar shook his head quickly, “You have no reason to be mad.”

“Then why couldn’t either of you tell me what the hell was going on?!”


“For crying out loud,” Jack sat up on the couch, “Caspar, just spit it out! If Joe is cheating on me with you, than just bloody tell me so I can end things!”

“What!” The blonde’s eyes widen, “No! You can’t break up with Joe!”

“If he’s cheating on me I’m not going to stay with him.”

“He’s not cheating on you!”

“Then what was he doing with you that neither of you seem to be able to tell me?!” Jack fires back.

“He was asking me for help on proposing to you!” Caspar finally shouts, his mouth snapping closed instantly.

Jack can’t do anything but blink, shocked by the words that just came from the man sitting across from him.

“Shit,” Caspar muttered, “You weren’t supposed to know that.”

“He….he’s proposing?”

“Yes….oh gods, you don’t want to marry him do you? Shit! I need to stop it then. He’ll be heartbroken.” Caspar starts to ramble, “He was so excited, but nervous, because he wanted everything to be perfect. You’ve been together years, so he figured you wanted too, and apparently you have both talked about it, but if you don’t want—“

“Caspar!” Jack cut off the blonde quickly, “Shut up!”


“You don’t have to stop anything,” He smiled, “I just…well, you saw where my mind went. I thought he was bloody cheating! Not proposing!”

“But, you want to marry him?”


“Really?” Caspar perked up at that.

Laughing, Jack nodded, “We’ve been together for nearly five years. We live together. And I love that man with all of my heart. Of course I want to marry him!”

“Oh good,” Caspar sat back against the couch, “That’s a relief. But you can’t tell him you know!”

“I won’t, don’t worry.”

An hour after Caspar leaves, Joe finally comes home, hands in the pocket of his hoodie, a sheepish smile on his face.

“Hi,” He smiled over at Jack.

“Hi, babe.” The younger man dropped a quick kiss on Joe’s lips before continuing to plate the take out he ordered.

“Are you still mad?”

“No. And I’m sorry for overreacting.”

“You weren’t,” Joe shook his head, “I know how you are with Caspar.”

“I still shouldn’t get so jealous after all these years. It’s ridiculous,” Jack pointed his fork towards his boyfriend, “And I should trust you. I do trust you.”

“We really weren’t doing anything.”

“I know.”

Joe nodded, his eyes following the movements as Jack finished plating their food, placing it on the counter in front of him.

“He told you, didn’t he?”

Jack froze, meeting the blue eyes he had fallen for all those years ago.

Sighing, Joe shook his head and disappeared from the room.

Unsure of if he should follow or not, Jack waited, tapping the fork in his hand lightly on the counter, stopping the action when Joe reentered the room, a small box in his hand.

“I had this huge thing planned, well not huge, because I know you want it small and intimate, but I had something planned,” Joe moved the box back and forth in his hands, his eyes on the floor, “And I was getting Caspar to help me put the plan into action, and I was so excited that I hugged him, which is when you walked in, and I couldn’t tell you that I was planning the blooming proposal, but then you thought…well, I don’t know what you thought—“


“Really?” Joe looked at Jack, who shrugged, “Anyways, you thought I was cheating on you with Caspar. I’m sorry, but really?! He’s with Maddie!”

“Joe, the proposal…” Jack pointed at the box the older man was still playing with.

“Right. So anyways, I couldn’t tell you, but neither could Caspar, and you left, and I thought you were so mad. But now you know and the plan is ruined.” Joe took in a breath, his shoulders rising and falling before he placed the box, lid open, on the counter, “Jack Maynard, this is the shittiest proposal ever, but will you marry me?”

Laughing, Jack moved around the counter towards Joe, wrapping his arms around the other man to pull him closer, pressing his lips against the familiar ones in a sweet kiss.

“That was the most perfect way of proposing to me.”

“Are you kidding me?” Joe asked, his nose scrunching up, “I didn’t even get to say my little spiel!”

“But it was very us. And yes, I’ll marry you.” Jack answered, his smile growing as Joe wrapped his arms around the younger man’s neck, dragging him in for another kiss, the excitement displayed in the action.

“And for the future,” Jack spoke once they broke apart, “Don’t ever get Caspar to help you again.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Joe laughed, kissing his fiancé once more.

anonymous asked:

You went through my stuff and found the ring I was going to use to propose and how dare you go through my personal stuff that’s so rude and invasive but more importantly will you marry me? (Whamilton)

“He’s hiding something. He’s probably cheating on me. Oh no. Betsey, what if he’s cheating on me? George wouldn’t cheat on me, would he? I mean, not to say anything for myself exactly, but it’s George - he wouldn’t do that. But it can happen to anyone I guess, I mean, he hasn’t look at me in a week. Every time I try to do anything he just skitters away. Something’s wrong.” 

Alex walked into the bedroom he shared with George and stood in front of George’s dresser, staring it down. The top was clear except for the box George kept his watches in. He put his phone on speaker and set it down. Eliza’s voice filled the room. “Alex, George isn’t cheating on you.”

He kneeled down and opened the bottom drawer. “But you don’t know that.”

“I don’t need to know that, it’s George. And let’s say he was, trust me when I say you’d near damn well have an army rise up to defend your pathetic ass.”

“But it’s George.” Alex riffled through the sweatpants and old t-shirts, looking for something - anything - out of the ordinary. “Everyone loves him.”

Eliza sighed. “You’re not wrong, but people don’t love him enough to forgive him breaking your heart. Even Laf would rise up like an angry cat defending its babies.” 

“Ugh.” He slammed the drawer shut. “It’s going to bother me until I know.”

“Alex, are you snooping? Oh god, please stop whatever you’re doing.”

He opened the next drawer up, looking between the neatly folded undershirts. “How else am I supposed to know though? He’d hide it, wouldn’t he? I have to look where he wouldn’t think I’d look.”

“Oh dear lord, you’re serious. You could, oh, I don’t know, ask him.”

Alex snorted. “Oh, yes, ‘Hey George, you haven’t looked me in the eye for like a week, so I gotta know, who are you cheating on me with?’ That’d go over well.”

“George can’t lie to save his life.”

He slammed the drawer shut and opened the next one. “That’s not true.” He pushed the fabric around, looking for underwear he didn’t recognize or some hint of lace, frustration and relief both building him when he saw nothing out of the ordinary. “There’s nothing here, what the fuck?”

Eliza’s sigh was loud, on purpose no doubt. “Alex, that’s because there’s nothing to be found, like I’ve been saying this entire time. I don’t know what else you expected. Do you want him to be cheating on you?”

“Well, no.” He stood up and opened the top drawer with a huff. “It’s just, there’s gotta be something, right?”

“Just because you’re a terrible human being you can’t not ruin a relationship doesn’t mean everyone is.”

“That’s fair.” His stuck his hand in the mess that was George’s sock drawer and rifled around. “Ha! I found something!” He grabbed the tiny box shoved in the corner. “Oh.”

“What did you find?”

He opened the box to find a simple golden band, a small diamond inset into it. “It’s a ring.”

“Oh my god!” Eliza’s voice was louder and higher pitched. “That’s it! He must be nervous! That’s why he’s been acting weird, Alex, he’s been waiting to propose!”

Behind him Alex heard a familiar chuckle and voice say, “she’s right.”

“Ahrg.” he dropped the box and turned around, hand to his chest. “You started me.”

George walked forward and wrapped Alex in a hug. “I can’t believe you were going through my drawers. Is this a normal thing?”

He shook his head against George’s chest. “No.” 

“Good.” George pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Now, I could give talk to you about how it is not appropriate to go through my things as it’s an invasion of privacy, but for now, I have a much more important question.”


The arms disappeared from around him and George dropped onto one knee, grabbing the ring from where Alex had dropped it. “Will you marry me?”

The smile stretching across his face made his cheeks ache. “Of course.”

The ring was a perfect fit.

Eliza’s voice came from the dresser. “I’m hanging up now. Congatulations! Go have engaged people sex! Have fun! Use protection!”

Alex looked down at George. “Oh god. I’m so sorry.”

George stood up and captured his lips in a gentle kiss. “It’s fine, love.” George closed the space between them. “How about we do as Eliza says?”

“As if I’d want to do anything else.”

Alana Finds Out: Will’s Dogs

Another instalment of AFO in honour of Ladies of Hannibal week… in which Alana realises Hannibal has taken over dog duty and certain other roles which can only be described as… boyfriendly.

Also on AO3.

Alana wasn’t naturally a suspicious person but she had to admit, after a good two minutes of staring at Hannibal’s Bentley in puzzlement, there seemed no good explanation for its owner being in Wolf Trap. Even given Hannibal’s attempts to re-establish his friendship with Will, he certainly had no reason for a visit since Will was on a case with Jack Crawford, stuck overnight at a particularly trying crime scene.

From off in the distance she heard barking and turned, hoping the dogs hadn’t escaped and run off. Then she watched, feeling slightly dazed, as Hannibal emerged from the woods, preceded by all seven of Will’s dogs. Other than a stray twig in his hair, he looked as impeccable as ever and Alana’s breath caught a little at the sight of the stupidly attractive man engaged in something so domestic. Reminding herself that it would be entirely inappropriate to make out with Hannibal outside Will’s house, she exited the car and waved to her approaching boyfriend.

If Alana had been puzzled by Hannibal’s presence at Will’s home, Hannibal looked downright shocked to see Alana there. She grinned at his confusion and waved a hand towards the dogs milling around her feet. “I guess you heard about the delay over in Washington too, then?”

Hannibal seemed to take a moment to process this, then said, “Delay… Indeed, yes, I did. How did you find out?”

“Oh, Jack called to reschedule a meeting we had planned for tomorrow and mentioned Will was with him. Things between Will and me are a bit strained but I thought I might be the only one who would think to check on his dogs overnight. I guess I needn’t have worried. Never took you for the dog-sitting type,” she added, teasing gently, lifting up on her toes for a kiss and pulling the twig from his hair.

Hannibal reciprocated, though only barely, pulling back to say, “I thought perhaps Will would not feel comfortable asking for your help. As you say, your friendship is not so strong as it once was. As I had some spare time, I thought I would alleviate his need and your concern.”

“No patients this evening?”

“A fortuitously clear schedule. I had intended some paperwork but decided meeting the needs of my friends was more important. And now I find myself with unexpected but delightful company. Simply allow me to deposit the dogs safely indoors and then I would very much like to take you for dinner.”

“That sounds wonderful. I’ll help you get them in.”

“No, no, not at all.” Hannibal rushed to put her off. “I would not want your outfit covered in dog hair.”

“Hannibal,” Alana rolled her eyes, “you’re the one who worries about such things. I live with a dog, remember?”

“Yes… but… I really think…”

“Ssh. I’m better with them anyway. Let me just get the door.” She jogged up the steps, Hannibal still protesting, and threw the door open, to be greeted with the smell of cooking. From the mouthwatering smell, she doubted it was something Will had left to keep warm. Not that Will would do that anyway.

She turned, confusion and amusement mingling in her smile. “Hannibal, have you been cooking for Will?”

She had never seen Hannibal – Dr Hannibal Lecter, her vaunted mentor – look sheepish before.

“Will is still not in the habit of feeding himself properly. I wished for him to come home to a decent meal.”

As the dogs finally noticed their home was open and surged past Alana, she walked with them into the house and across to the kitchen. Taking a dishcloth, she lifted the lid of the simmering pot and concluded, “Boeuf bourguignon. This takes hours to prepare, Hannibal. Just how long have you been here?”

“A few hours, only. I…”

“Jack only called me a couple of hours ago, Hannibal. How did you know Will wouldn’t be coming home in enough time to do this?” Alana was beginning to feel her stomach twist. Hannibal could seemingly only gape at her in response. “And Will would never have the ingredients for this ready to go. You…” She spotted the brown bags on the counter, neatly folded and stacked. “You went grocery shopping for him?”

Something clicked and Alana looked over to Will’s small dining (cum-boat-engine-repair) table. It was set with a fine linen tablecloth and two candles. In candlesticks she recognised from Hannibal’s house.

“You walked his dogs, stocked his fridge, cooked him dinner and you did… that,” Alana said, gesticulating at the table. “This isn’t just what a friend does, is it? Hannibal,” she looked up at him with furious incredulity, “are you Will Graham’s boyfriend?”

She stared at Hannibal as his mouth worked, then they both jumped as a new voice interjected, “Actually, I’d like an answer to that too.” Will tilted his head, leaning against his front doorframe. “Just exactly which one of us is your bit on the side? Hello, Alana,” he added, “I’m truly sorry about this.”

Hannibal was first to recover. “Hello, Will. I thought you were not expected home until later.”

“It seems pretty clear I wasn’t. I convinced Jack I wouldn’t be of any further use and got straight out of there. You didn’t get my text, then?”

“Text?” Hannibal asked weakly, fishing out his phone. “Ah. No. Your dogs are rather distracting.”

Will’s expression softened as he said, “Did you walk my dogs for me?”

“I did. It is, I believe, what boyfriends do.”

That answers that, then.

“You don’t even have the decency to break up with me first?” Alana growled into the suddenly-charged silence, seemingly reminding both men of her existence. She looked from Hannibal across to Will, who had stepped forward into the room. “Did your oh-so-special empathy not extend to how much this would hurt me?”

Will winced and looked at the floor. “Yes,” he muttered, “just not enough to stop.”

“Alana,” Hannibal’s voice cut through the air, calm but carrying a note of warning, “it is I who has committed the sin here. Will is not blameless but I am the cheat. You would do better to take out your wrath on me.”

Alana pinned him with an icy expression. “Oh, I will. Wonder how long your medical licence will stand when I report that you’ve been fucking your patient?”

“Alana, that’s not…” Will began but she quickly cut him off.

“Shut up. Don’t speak. We’re done.” She turned to go, knowing if she stayed she would inflict violence on one or both men. In doing so, however, her gaze alighted on Will’s bed and she froze.

“Are those… rose petals?” There was a delicate spray of red covering the sheets.

Behind her, Hannibal cleared his throat and explained, “Tonight was to be… special. We have not yet…”

“Oh god,” Alana groaned. She sped past the two men, trying and failing not to notice the utterly besotted look they were sharing. Reaching the door, she turned to make some cutting remark but it died on her lips as she saw Will claim Hannibal’s mouth with a kiss. Instead, spotting a rubber bone on the floor, she picked it up and threw it at Hannibal’s head, enjoying the squeak as it hit home and hoping it was covered in dog drool.

“You know,” she told Will, hating how bitter she sounded, “relationships that start as adultery never last.”

Will had the grace to look shamefaced at that but Hannibal cupped his face in his hand and, ignoring Alana, told him, “This one certainly will.”

Alana just stared and then left them to it, praying for a lightning strike, double spontaneous combustion or a very localised outburst of the plague.

Or one of those creative serial killers they’re both so fascinated with.

Hell, I’d even help him display their bodies.

Fuck You

[prompt: dnp hate each other and then have the “I hate you” “I hate you too” *passionate making out* and maybe more… ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) fluff at the end would be amazing. tysm, ily!!xx]

holy shit i haven’t written for a long time im so sorry its been 2 months omg (also, i kinda altered the prompt! they don’t hate each other they just argue all the time)

also!!!!! remember!!!!!! even though dan and phil in this fic didn’t use a safeword, remember to always have a safeword with your partner no matter what kind of kinky shit or how angry you are or even though you or your partner says “i can take it”!!!!!!!! use it when you need to and never be afraid to bc your partner wants you to be safe!!!!! and if your partner doesnt stop after you’ve said the safeword multiple times, get away from them and/or if needed, call the cops!!!!!!!

[Contains: rough sex (like no joke), dom!phil, sub/powerbottom!dan, name calling, face fucking (shit yall), facial (nah m8 they didnt go to a spa), slight angst, maybe some fluff]

Excerpt: Phil slowly pulls his cock out, tapping the head of it on Dan’s lips, “Mm, lips so soft… Ready to suck my cock or even kiss my lips… Or maybe to kiss my ass.”

Dan shoves Phil, sitting up, “Fuck you.”

Phil chuckles, “Fuck you too, baby…”


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What the Akatsuki would dress as for Halloween

Deidara has insisted that the Akatsuki have a Halloween party. What does everyone dress up as?

1. Pein: A Devil

Pein: “I just did what Konan told me to do. I don’t really ‘get’ Halloween.”

Konan: “Shhhh just go with it!”

2. Konan: An Angel

Konan: “And now we match, Pein!”

Pein: “I don’t see any difference to how you normally look.”

Konan: “Aww that’s sweet.”

3. Deidara: An Elf

Deidara: “Behold! The best costume of the night!”

Hidan: “That shit isn’t scary.”

Deidara: “It doesn’t HAVE to be scary!”

Hidan: “Want me to cut your arm off? Then you can be a dismembered elf!”

Deidara: “N O.”

4. Sasori: A Ghost

Deidara: “Kinda boring don’t you think?”

Sasori: “I don’t care. I get to cover my entire body in a sheet. Sounds good to me.”

Deidara: “Well….at least you’re out of that damn puppet.”

Sasori: “Hiruko is dressed as a ghost too.”

5. Hidan: Himself

Deidara: “That’s cheating!”

Hidan: “IS NOT. I’m a skeleton! Plain and simple.”

Deidara: “You can’t just slap on your stupid ritual form and call it a skeleton costume!”


6. Kakuzu: A Stereotypical Bank Robber

Hidan: “Lame.”

Kakuzu: “Shut up. This is the scariest thing I could think of.”

Hidan: “Seriously?”

Kakuzu: “Yes. There is nothing scarier than someone who can empty your bank account in less than 5 minutes.”

7. Kisame: A Mummy

Kisame: “I used the wrappings from Samehada!”

Itachi: “……”

Kisame: “They smell kind of bad but it adds to the costume!”

8. Itachi: A Werewolf

Kisame: “Nice…..tail?”

Itachi: “I feel cute.”

Kisame: “I…….oh.”

Itachi: “Woof.”

9. Tobi: The Headless Horseman

Tobi: “Get it Senpai?? I made my head look like a pumpkin!”

Deidara: “It’s an improvement!”

Tobi: “…..Thank you?”

10. Zetsu: A Normal Person

Deidara: “Yeesh. That’s just eerily uncomfortable.”

White Zetsu: “We used paint to create one skin tone. And got rid of our fly trap.”

Black Zetsu: “And coloured contacts too!”

Deidara: “Okay okay you win just stop staring at me already!”


Niara begins to shriek, so Zeke drags her by the arm to their bedroom.

Zeke growls: Shut up before the nanny and the kids hear you!

Niara: Don’t you dare tell me to shut up, Zeke Houston! You’ve been CHEATING on me? You have another woman pregnant? This is unbelievable!

Zeke: Yes, as unbelievable as the sex tape I got the other day of my wife screwing her ex-boyfriend from college.

Niara gasps but she recovers quickly.

Niara: I…it was just a one night stand! We saw each other after so many years…one thing led to another…and we had sex. But you! You’ve been sleeping with Ivory enough times to knock her up! I can’t even believe this! We are OVER, Zeke.

Zeke: I know we are. I’ve already petitioned for a divorce. And full custody of our children. 

Niara: You’re insane! No judge would grant a druggie like you full custody!

Cheating - Soryu (Chapter. 7)


  • So, Merman will be uploaded soon I PROMISE! 
  • Forgive me for taking sOOOO long to write this, curse me out in my inbox if you must.
  • Also, I know this chapter seems confusing, but it will ALL be explained next chapter…Or will it (;

The melody of my beating heart was drowned from his words. What did he say? He wasn’t serious..At least..At least I hope not..

“What the hell are you on about?! Release them!” The fear in Soryu’s voice wasn’t kept well, a simple voice crack made the gunman yank my hair harder.


“You see this little doll?” His amber eyes shifted to me, “Oh! My bad, should I say, ‘used doll?’” The dark cackle in his voice even made Lily next to me wince.

“Listen here, punk. I’m going to say this one more time. You WILL choose who to kill. Ready?”

“Stop this!” Soryu inched closer to us, the sweat from his brow slowly mending themselves in his wrinkles.

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6…”

What was I supposed to do? My eyes stared longingly at Lily who’s tears made a mini puddle around her. There was no way one of us were dying, we were going to make this out alive. All of us. Turning to face my surroundings, I saw a nearby stack of crates that was just below my feet and close to the attackers head, as impossible as this seemed, I needed to take chances to save not only the man I loved, but someone who is precious to him..someone I used to be…Holding my breath, I kicked the boxes under my feet.

“What the-”

Before I knew it, the crates were on top of me and the shooter and my vision, once again, was stripped from me.

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"If you love me let me go" (Sammy Wilk imagine)

BTW I love stassie (think that’s correct) and I got this idea from another imagine so I wanted to write it about a different person and change it up so shout out to you and I hope you enjoy lovelies have a good day!

Here I am again for the third time this week waiting for Sam to get home. Every time he’s out this late I go to bed, but I’m done with his lying and staying out and ignoring me. Its currently 3am and I’m getting really tired but I pull through knowing he’ll be home soon. While I waited for his arrival I turned on PLL and grabbed some cookies and a bottle of water and enjoyed a mini Netflix marathon to distract me from getting angry before I found out the truth of what’s going on.

As I watch my show I hear the door shut softly probably him thinking if he’s quiet I won’t hear him and his ass will be saved till tomorrow. Tricks on him! I hurried and threw everything on the floor as quietly as I could as he made his way upstairs and to our bedroom. And rolled over to act like I was asleep.

When he walked in the room I heard him sigh seeing that I was asleep and he climbed into bed. He rapped his arms around me and right as his hand touched me I asked,“so care to tell me where you were? You ignored my calls and texts and everything you’ve been doing is sketchy ”

“(Y\N ) would you MIND for one night not being in MY business, if I wanted to talk to you I would of called you back, so fuck off would you”



By the time he said yes I had a suitcase out and was throwing my stuff in there. Believe it or not his words hurt like hell so if I’m such a bitch I guess I should leave and his new friend can live with him. I was way beyond done and my vision was beyond blurry and I could hardly see what I was doing. But there was no way I was staying with him besides after his last words to me he just went out to the couch and ignored me and acted like everything was just perfect. When I was done packing I put all my stuff in the trunk of my car and went inside and said, “I’ll come by tomorrow to get the rest of my belongings so please don’t be here between 2-4. Thank you!”. And with that I got in my car and drove off to the Jack’s place since that was the only place I could think to go to.

On the way to their house I glanced at the time and saw it was 6am and turned on the radio to distract my mind, and to help me stay awake for the next 15 minutes of my drive. That’s until mine and Same song came on the radio then the tears fell down again as I belted out the lyrics and read the letter he wrote me when we first started dating, then suddenly I heard a horn and car breaks and blood everywhere.


I was hanging with the guys and told them the story and they were all pretty ticked with me and I couldn’t blame them I felt pretty guilty and didn’t mean what I said. I was worried sick and I tried to call her but everything went straight to voice mail even when the others tried to call her. Then while me and the guys where talking I heard my phone ring and everyone went quiet and I answered and put the phone on speaker phone mode. “Hello?” “Hi, I’m calling for a Sammy Wilkinson this is the Petersburg hospital”, said the random on the other line. “ This is he.” “Oh good, well kind of, I’m calling because your girlfriend so I suppose considering the note that was beside her, is in the hospital in very bad condition her name is (y\f\n) (y\l\n), I’m sorry but she also lost both babies” ,and with that they hung up and everyone started crying but me I felt so emotionless.


As we sat in the waiting room no one dared to talk we all silently sat there with blank expressions when finally Johnson says, “bro, she was pregnant? With twins?”. And everyone’s eyes turned to me. “ I didn’t know anything about it I swear”, I sigh realizing she probably didn’t tell me because she wanted to know what was going on with us first.

“(Y\f and l\n) family and friends are now welcome to visit her at any moment, she’s in room 415 on the third floor”, said who I’m guessing is (y\n)’s nurse. I got up and ran to the elevator the guys following closely behind and we all got on the elevator. By us all I mean Nate, the Jacks, Dillon, Hayes,Tez, Swazz ,and a few more including (y\n)’s best friend Andrea Russet a good friend of mine too. Anyways when we got to the third floor we all ran trying to find room 415. After the search we found it and when I walked in it was like my worst nightmare.

She looked so dead and lifeless and she was pale and her lips were blue. She looked like she had lost so much weight which isn’t good because she was tiny before this. She had so many wires hooked to her including a oxygen pump and much more. An IV poked out of her arm and I pulled up a chair and took ahold of her hand and cried this feeling away.

“ hello I’m Tracy! I’m (y\n)’s nurse so I have good and bad new, the good news I can wake (y\n) up right now, but the bad news is she is paralyzed from her waist down and has two broken ribs so…let’s do this”, and when she said that my eyes widened huge and I looked around the room and saw everyone had the same reaction. I watched closely as Tracy did her thing and talked to (y\n) and (y\n) slowly opened he eyes and she laid their lifeless. The nurse explained he condition and explained about losing the babies and she just sat there and nothing came out, no tears, nothing. Then she looked up at me and the guys and said the last thing I thought she would with all the support, “Sammy you best leave and everyone else to I need a new start please if you love me let me go” without questions I just walked out the guys following walking right past me and Andrea came out and started crying and slapped me hardnand left.

Part 2?

How He Reacts to the Breakup Part 2


“No Calum,” I say to him through the phone.

“Why not?” He asks back.

“Why do you think?”

“Okay, first of all, don’t you dare sass me. And second of all, you guys need to talk at some point.”

“I can sass you all I want. Don’t tell me what to do. And don’t you think if I wanted to talk to him I would?”

“Okay, I see your point, but you guys still need to talk. You’ve been together for almost 6 years. You’re really going to let that go over some stupid fight?” I can tell Calum is starting to get a little frustrated.

“Calum, would you like it if someone threw your insecurity in your face and then told you it would be better than staying with you?” All I can hear right now is complete silence, well not complete silence. I can hear a female voice in the background. “Thought so.”

“Hey, Calum? Who are you talking to?” The same female voice says. A very familiar female voice, who was once a second mother to me.

“Uh, (Y/N)?” He says it as a question.

“How is she?” Liz asks.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself? (Y/N) I’m putting you on speaker.” ‘Please don’t’ I think to myself.

“Hi (Y/N),” Liz says, and I can literally hear the smile in her voice.

“Hey, Liz, how are you?” I ask politely.

“I should be asking you that.”

“Oh, uh… I’m…” I stumble over my words. I can hear two other male voices whispering to each other, not very quietly and I know it’s Michael and Ash. They have never been good at keeping their voices low. I hear a door creak open and then everyone goes silent. Then all I hear is Luke.

“What? WHAT? I can’t stand you guys looking at me like that. I’m not a doll. I’m not some piece of China. I’m a human being. I can feel like this, I’m entitled to it. You want to know why we broke up? I’ll tell you. We got into a huge fight over God knows what. Something about females and clubs,” he laugh humourlessly. God I missed his voice. He then continues, “a deadly combination those two. And before you start, no I did not cheat. She was afraid. Afraid that one of those times I was clubbing, I’d forget I was in a relationship and do whatever the hell I feel like. I told her she was stupid, that I love her too much to do that. Then the argument got heated and I threw that insecurity in her face saying that maybe, just maybe I would go out and do that. I said that it would be better than staying with her. I can never forget the look on her face when I said that. Or the choked sobs that fell from her oh so perfect lips. It’s like a broken record playing on repeat in my mind over and over again. That is when she told me she can’t stay with me. That is when she grabbed what she could and walked out of this goddamn apartment. I had a ring you know? I was going to purpose to her on our 6th year anniversary.” He’s crying and I can hear it. I can also feel that I’m crying and that I am one hundred percent speechless. I never knew he had a ring or that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me.

Luke sniffles and says, “Calum. Hand me the phone.” My whole body stiffens. I didn’t want to talk to him, but before I can hang up, I can hear shuffling and then a door close. I figure it was Calum who left the room and I let out a sigh.

“(Y/N).” Defiantly not Calum. “(Y/N), please listen to me.” Time to pull the big girl panties up.

“Why?” I can hear him suck in a sharp breath. This is painful for both of us.

“Because I need to talk you, that’s why.” He says.

“First of all, don’t you ever speak to me as I am a child! And second of all, didn’t you say everything you needed to say to me that night?” He makes me fucking livid.

“I didn’t mean any of that and you know it. You didn’t mean any of the things you said either.”

“Some of it was true, like, I dunno, you’re an inconsiderate asshole?” I ask him. He starts to chuckle and I can’t help, but smile. I miss that sound.

“I am an inconsiderate asshole. I will admit that. I was also admit, that I am an inconsiderate asshole who loves you. I never meant to say any of those things to you that night. I would never go out to a club and forget I was in a relationship with you. How can I, when you’re all I think about?” He sucks in a sharp breath as if remembering something, “I’m also assuming you heard my confession?”

“You mean the one where you said that you had a ring and was going to propose to me on our 6th year anniversary?” I ask.

“That would be the one,” he confirms.

“I may have heard it, may have not,” I giggle.

“God,” he sighs, “I’ve missed your laugh so much. I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too. It’s so different with being with you for 6 years to not being with you. It was a real change. Especially when I’ve grown so accustomed to our routine.” I confess.

“It can go back that way though. I mean.. If you want?” He asks me, and I can hear the desperation in his voice.

“Luke, I love you, and you know that…-”

“Please don’t say what I think you’re going to say. I know I broke your trust and that’s going to be very difficult to get back, but I don’t care as long as I’m with you. We’ve been together 6 years, and I want to be with you for many more. Please (Y/N). Please baby. This fight was a one time thing. We’ve both learned from our mistakes, so that they won’t happen again. And I swear, that I will never, ever, bring up an insecurity of yours ever again. And if I do, I give you permission to yell at me for it. Just please, don’t give up on us. Don’t give up on me,” he whispers the last sentence. “Plus, we can have amazing makeup sex,” he says laughing.

“Lucas!” I laugh with him.

“What baby?”

“I agree to marry you.”

“You’re not supposed to say yes now. You have to say yes when I ask you. You can’t do this! You’re not even supposed to know. You ruined it,” he says whining.

“Shut up you dork,” I say laughing.

“On one condition,” he says.


“Come home.”

“On my way.”


“Why does he have to be such an asshole? I mean, does he have so little trust in me to think that I would do that?” I say angrily to Shawn, my best friend from public and high school.

“I mean, if that was to happen to me, I probably would’ve asked questions first and then freak out. Not accuse you,” he responds. I’m about to respond to Shawn, when I hear a knock on my door.

“Who the hell could that be?” I ask to Shawn, but he just shrugs his shoulders. I walk to the door and open it. Just as I get a glimpse of who’s behind, I start to slam it shut, but a hand stops me from doing so.

“(Y/N),” Calum says.

“What?” I say rudely.

“Can we talk?” He asked politely.

“Why? So you can just accuse me of other things? No thank you,” I say and start to close the door again.

“Can you just stop for one minute and let me talk? I made a mistake! I’m human! Humans make mistakes! Hell, you make mistakes! Yes, I accused you of cheating, and I know that was wrong! But what was also wrong was not giving me a heads up saying that there would be pictures of you with some guy and that it was just your best friend. This could’ve have never happened if you could’ve told me.” I go to open my mouth to say something, but he interrupts me. “No, you don’t get to say anything. You know what I don’t understand about this whole thing? Is that you know I’m afraid you’re going to leave me for another guy. You know every time I hop on a plane, I’m afraid you’re going to find someone who will be there for you all the time, you can always answer your calls, and can always fall asleep next you you. You know that. And that’s what made me so pissed. You could’ve given me a heads up.”

“So now you’re turning this all around on me?” I say sharply.

“You know what? You’re fucking impossible. Enjoy your fucking life. Oh, and Shawn right?”

“Uh, yeah?” Shawn asks confused.

“I’d run while you can, before you can’t get out,” Calum says and looks at me with a glare and turns away.


“Michael?” I hear her voice behind me. I slowly turn around to see (Y/N) looking at me with a smile.

“(Y/N,” I say with a glare.

“How are you?” She asks me.


“Aw, why the one worded answers?” She smiles sweetly. God, I hate her. I go to respond when I feel hands wrap around my waist.

“Hi, Mikey.” I turn around and see my girlfriend Stephanie. I can see (Y/N) look at her questionably and so I kiss her.

“Hi, baby.”

“Whose this Michael?” (Y/N) asks.

“(Y/N), this is my girlfriend Stephanie. Steph, this is (Y/N).” I introduce them.

“Oh, you mean cheating ex-girlfriend (Y/N)?” Steph asks.

“That would be her,” I confirm smirking. (Y/N) is looking rather uncomfortable, and I’m loving every minute of it.

“Umm, well… I have to go, but make we can catch up some time Mikey?” (Y/N) asks making Steph frown.

“Most likely not,” I respond and Steph and I walk away.


I’ve lost Steph at this stupid party, we decided to come to. My eyes are scanning the room trying to find her when arms wrap around my waist and thinking it’s Steph, I turn around. Definitely not Steph. (Y/N) smiles up to me. “Hey Mikey.”

“Leave me alone,” I say and unravel myself from her.

“But, I miss you.” (Y/N) says, wrapping her arms around my neck. She then starts slowly grinding her hips into mine. I’ve had a couple of drinks, so I’m not thinking clearly. (Y/N) starts to kiss up my neck to my ear, where she then whispers, “how about we go upstairs huh?” Logic suddenly goes out the window as I nod my head yes. (Y/N) takes my hand and leads me to a bedroom where she closes the door and pushes me onto the bed. She climbs on top of me and starts to circle her hips making me groan. “Ugh, Michael,” she moans as she tugs on my hair. The sound is so hot, that I instantly grow hard. (Y/N) attaches her lips to mine and starts kissing me roughly. My hands have moved to her hips, guiding her, and applying more pressure making me groan. The door creaks open and I hear a gasp. I’ve never looked up so fast in my life.

“You know Michael, you know how it feels to be cheated on. I just didn’t think you’d be the one to cheat,” Steph says to me, with tears running down her face as she runs out of the room.

“Steph, wait please,” I yell after her. As I go to try and find her (Y/N) grabs my arm.

“Mike, baby, let’s finish what we started.”

“No, fuck off. I never wanted to become you, but apparently now I have! Steph was good to me, but because of you I fucking lost her,” I say fuming and leave the room. There’s no way I can ever get Steph to forgive me, so there’s no point, in even trying to find her. Instead, I head to the kitchen to get something to drink. You never win anything in life when cheating.


“Have you even spoke with Ashton since you told him?” Darrien, my best friend asks me.

“No, I fucked him up pretty bad. I mean have you seen the tabloids? He’s fucking everything with a pulse.” I say walking by yet another store with a magazine with Ashton and some whore on the cover.

“The sex must be good though right?” Darrien asks.

“Fuck, it was so good. His long fingers holding your hips down as he fucks you, ugh, soo good,” I moan to her.

“Then maybe you should’ve told him the truth and not lie to him?”

“What, you mean, where I actually am in love with him and I only needed to win the bet so I could get the money to pay for rent?” I say, still ashamed of what I did.

“Yeah, maybe he’ll understand?” She says.

“I highly-” I’m cut off as I’m knocked to the ground.

“Fuck,” a grumbly voice says, “I’m sorry.” My eyes go wide as I recognize the voice. Ashton.

“That’s okay,” I say still on the ground as I refuse to get up.

“Are you going to get up? Or stay on the ground all day?” He asks rudely. I really must of damaged him.

“I, I’m getting up,” I say quietly. When I’m fully on my feet, I make eye contact with Ashton for the first time since I left. As he recognizes who I am, he sucks in a sharp breath.

“(Y/N),” Ashton says and I’ve never heard him sound so disgusted.

“Hi, Ash,” I say and tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“Don’t, don’t call me that. You lost the right to do that when you told me I was a bet.”

“Can I be honest with you?” I ask him.

“I don’t know, can you? I mean you weren’t exactly honest with me in the first place,” he says and I can hear how he’s struggling to keep is facade up.

“I needed the money. That’s why I did it. I was getting kicked out of my apartment and my friends decided to bet me that if I could get you to fall in love with me within 8 months, they would each give me $300. Halfway through, I realized I was starting to fall in love with you. You don’t know how many times I wanted to back out and tell you, but then I wouldn’t have had anywhere to live. Please Ash, I never meant to hurt you,” I say crying. I can see the shock on Ashton’s face, but he doesn’t say anything. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I hurt you so bad, and turned you into this monster,” I say referring to all the sex.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He said pulling me into his arms.

“I was afraid of the outcome. I was afraid if I told you, you would still hate me. Then I wouldn’t have anywhere to live and I would’ve lost you.” I confess.

“Well, that alternative is better than completely breaking me,” he says.

“I’m sorry, I know that now,” I say back. “I do love you though.”

“I just, I need time,” he says and sighs.

“I know, you’re going to need a lot of time to forgive me, but please, don’t push me away.”

“I’ll try not to.”

Imaginary Boyfriend - Chapter 3

¤ Kim Namjoon (Rap Monster)

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Hoseok walked along the corridor and in to the studio. Namjoon was sitting inside, his face in his hands and with paper spread over the floor around. Hoseok spotted the smashed phone on the floor and walked over to pick it up.

“Joonah, are you ok?” He asked as he put the phone on the desk and a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder.

“No! I’m going crazy!” He yelled.

Hoseok sighed and picked up the paper scattered around him.

“Hey, don’t read that…” Namjoon sniffed, trying to grab the paper from Hoseok.

Hoseok moved his hand away and read through the notes.

“Ay Namjoon… These lyrics are great!”

“No, they’re not, throw them away!”

“No!” Hoseok said, taking his phone out of his pocket and taking a picture of the lyrics.

“I’m sending this to Yoongi hyung.” He said.

Namjoon sighed and grabbed his phone off the desk. It was completely destroyed.

Namjoon left the studio, leaving Hoseok and Yoongi who arrived recently, to play around with his lyrics.

On his way home he stopped by a store and brought a new phone for himself.

His legs wanted to turn around and run as he made his way up the stairs to his apartment.

He didn’t want to see you right now.

Not after what he did before he left.

Namjoon unlocked his door and stepped in, at first it seemed like he was home alone.

A sting of worry went through him, but he forced the feeling away.

To his relief and disappointment he found you asleep in his bed.

He walked around the bed and bent down to take a look if you were really sleeping.

You were, with tried tear streaks on your cheeks.

Namjoon pulled a hand through his hair and sighed.

Had she been crying because of me?

Namjoon couldn’t resist pulling the covers over you, making sure you weren’t cold. He then walked out to the living room.

Your phone was on the coffee table.

As Namjoon sat down in the sofa it began ringing. He grabbed it quick, so you wouldn’t wake up and saw that it was indeed from who he thought.

He walked into his office and shut the door behind him.


“Oh- May I speak to y/n?”

“No, she’s not available right now.” Namjoon said in an angry voice.

“Where is she?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“It is! Let me know at this instant!” He yelled

“Hey! Why are you bothering her so much!? Huh?” Namjoon yelled.

“I- Because she is my girlfriend! She’s cheating on you!”

I’m not even her boyfriend. He thought.

“Dude, fuck off. Don’t even pretend. She’s told me everything and I trust her.  Leave her alone!”

“Who are you to give me orders?! I want to know where she is right now!”

Namjoon gave up and hung up on him. That’s enough he thought.

He blocked the number on your phone.

He walked back in to the living room and put your phone back on the coffee table.

Suddenly he heard sniffs coming from the bedroom. You were awake.

Against his own will, Namjoon walked in and sat down on the edge of the bed, facing away from you.

“Talk to me.” He said in a strict voice.

“Why does it feel like my life is one giant chaos?”  You sniffed.

“How come you view it that way?”

“Because it feel like everything that’s happened to me this past month has been bad!” You cried.

“A have a weird stalker on me, I can’t go to work, I can’t go home. My best friend is mad at me and I don’t know why!” You sniffed.

Of course… My BEST FRIEND is mad at me.

“It feels like nobody loves me anymore…”

Namjoon had had enough.

“Excuse me?” He asked, facing you.

“Namjoon why are you mad at me?” You cried.

“Because I love you!” He yelled

“I love you too, but please tell me what have I done to make you angry Namjoon. I can’t think of a reason… I’m so sorry…”

“I didn’t say it as a friend.”  He mumbled, before standing up and walking out of the room.

You ran after him out of the room, scared he would leave again.

“Namjoon, talk to me!” You yelled.

“Talk to you? Talk to you!?” He yelled.

“Please… Namjoon you’re my closest frien-“

“Don’t say that word.”


“Friend, I hate that word.”

“I’m sick of playing you’re boyfriend too.”

“You don’t have to do it anymore if you don’t want to…” You sniffed.

He sighed.

“Listen to me! What exactly do I mean to you? Be honest.” He said, mad.

“Everything!” You cried.

“Every. Thing?” He asked.

Your tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Yes, Namjoon! Everything!”

“Great!” He yelled.

“Because you mean more than everything to me!” He yelled, furious.

“You don’t get it, I love you y/n!! Not like a friend, not like a sister, not like a brother! I love you like Romeo loves Juliet, like Tristan love Isolde!” He cried, his emotions had filled him up all the way and were now overflowing everywhere.

“I’m so stupid.” You sobbed, hiding your face in your hands.

“Yes you are! But I still love you and that’s what drives me crazy!” He yelled.

“Do you know how much pain you’ve caused me!?”

“You can’t do this to me
All of the things you said are like a mask
It hides the truth and rips me apart
It pierces me, I’m going crazy, I hate this
Take it all away, I hate you

But you’re my everything” (I need U – BTS)

“Namjoon I-“

“Don’t say anything!” He yelled, walking towards you.

He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you against the wall.

“Look at me!”

Green Peppers and Saussage

Ship: Nalu

Story Type: Oneshot, Fluffy

Characters: Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia

Summary: Sometimes, love is like a pizza… sort of… 

Trying something new with this fic, please please read and tell me what you guys think!

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