i could watch him cry for hours

anonymous asked:

This boy sleeps with a lot of girls and I've got a super toxic thought process going on aka I'm different then them. But fuck we just spent hours playing call of duty and watching stupid TV programs that make us laugh till we cry and then he walked me home for 45 mins bacuse we were together till 1am and fuck me I want him. I've been warned constantly that I shouldn't but if he makes a move I'm not sure I could turn him away.

Okay well think about things like this

- is this relationship going to be good for my mental health?

- will this relationship be toxic for both of us?

- is this relationship something that will make me happy In the long run?

- is this a relationship I could communicate in and have it be healthy?

If the answer all of those are no then I think you should drop it. If you think he’s going to make a move think of all those things and if the answer is no that might make it easier to turn it down

3

I spent the entire day watching Q&As with steve blum then I felt like scribbling some jets at 4am it’s 5am now and I want the sweet release of death

anonymous asked:

Do you have favourite non-Larry, ship moments in the band? Any pairing? :)

i’ve mentioned this a lot but i have a soft spot for harry and liam’s friendship because their dynamic is so hilariously confusing to me, i’m just…fascinated by them lol. one minute, harry can be so ridiculously offended at something liam blurted without thinking

but then the next minute, they’re cracking jokes and being so nurturing to each other??? and gentle and protective???? 

like that time liam was bummed he didn’t win the snowglobe prize when they played a game and harry just quietly comforted him….

i could go on about lirry for hours but what it narrows down to is:

liam adores harry

aND HARRY ADORES HIS LIMA BEAN

and i want to cry!!!!!!!

EXO Mafia Reaction: When their wife tells them she’s pregnant

||| @wenixia & anon asked: Can I request Mafia! EXO, when their wife tells them, they are pregnant? |||


Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by sehunoh

He would start worrying about your safety even more than usual, hiring a few more guards just in case.


Xiumin/Kim MInseok

Originally posted by drawien

He wouldn’t want to show it in front of his men but he would have trouble containing his excitement for at least a week.


Chen/Kim Jongdae

Originally posted by everybodyloveschen

Despite your protests and telling him that you can take care of yourself, he would start spending more time at home immediately after you told him, carefully making sure you don’t hurt yourself.


D.O/Do Kyungsoo

Originally posted by sekaisoosgirl

Safety. Safety. Safety. He would do anything for you.

“Ah baby don’t touch the knife, I will cook tonight!”


Kris/Wu Yifan

Originally posted by fyifan

He would be the one to panic the most and would insist for you to go to work with him just so he could watch over you.


Tao/Huang Zitao

Originally posted by mblaqmylife6

He would be so happy, he would let his weak side show, and cry with you when you two were alone.


Kai/Kim Jongin

Originally posted by k-pop-crazy

He would be so protective to the point that it becomes annoying. Would call you a few times in an hour to check on you.

“Jongin, I’m not giving birth today or tomorrow, could you calm down for a second?”

“Buuut Jagiii!..”


Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by squynhty

These news would give him a new source of energy. He wouldn’t be able to settle down for the whole day, quickly finishing deals left and right just so he could be with you.


Luhan

Originally posted by 7thvelvet

He would fall in love with you all over again, making sure that nothing happens to you in the process.


Lay/Zhang Yixing

Originally posted by laygion

He would start treating you like a princess, not that he didn’t before, but now even more so and would immediately get ready for all kind of situations.


Suho/Kim Junmyeon

Originally posted by lawlliets

His daily routine now would include feeling your tummy every morning and making sure no one dares disturb you.

 

Oh Sehun

Originally posted by wooyoung

He would be so happy to hear this he would forget everything he needed to do that day, leaving others to take care of his business.


A/N: This turned out fluffier than I expected  😂

One Last Time (Smut)

MASTERLIST

Requested. Piano sex. Not sure how I feel about this, might delete it again.

Word count: 2,605

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

You were pulled out of your blurry sleep, when the small yet beautiful tones from the piano in the living room rung in your ears. Pushing yourself up with your elbows, you gazed over at your phone on the bedside table.

4 am.

He was home again. It wasn’t that you expected Shawn to be lying next to you, honestly, you didn’t think he’d come back tonight.

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chapter lV: are you a loser too?

summary:  Eddie Kasprak and Richie despise each other, it’s just too bad that they’re anonymously best pals on tumblr. This is gonna be good…

read on ao3!

last chapter!

masterlist

a/n:

i am closing the taglist after today for you’ve got mail! my perma taglist is still open (which will tag you in this fic, and all of my writing)

have any cool stuff you’ve made about you’ve got mail, eds? tag #ygme fic or #you’ve got mail, eds

thank you to my amazing beta @losvcr <333




Richie watched Eddie walk into work the next day with bloodshot eyes and unbrushed hair.

Richie sat in his respective shop, pretending to dust as he looked at Eddie fumble with his keys, drop them, and then stare vacantly at the fallen keys on the Welcome! Mat. As Richie stared at Eddie, he felt an overwhelming feeling of guilt, which he knew he was deserving of. ‘How could I have just left him?’

When Richie had arrived home, he sat on his bed thinking for hours. He pondered over his decisions, sometimes taking a pity break where he would cry and wonder why this quandary was his to fret over. There was a part of him that of him that really regretted not telling Eddie that trashmouthrt was him , but he aware that Eddie would think that Richie had been deluding him this entire time, and would hate him, irreparably.

So, Richie wouldn’t tell Eddie. Ever.

Richie sighed and looked out the window again, realizing he had drifted off. He saw that Eddie was gone, and Richie knew that he had to get things sorted out in For the Record before he could help out Eddie. Richie physically winced when he thought about Eddie now, the ache of guilt in his stomach flaring up.

An hour later, Richie was done doing some minor maintenance and made his way over to Rainbow Bouquet. He walked through the doors and saw a group of preteen boys, all hunched around the counter, giggling and nudging each other.

Richie frowned when he saw them, and didn’t see Eddie anywhere. “Hey guys,” Richie announced, crossing his arms. The boys whirled around with guilty looks on their faces.

“What are you doing?” Richie inquired, attempting to look around them to see what they were just hunched over.

The young boys looked at each other silently, and one bolted out the door. The others quickly followed in suit.

Hey!” Richie exclaimed, considering running after them. Then, he saw what those boys had been surrounding just a few moments ago.

“Shit, Eds…” Richie murmured once he saw Eddie fast asleep on the counter. He had crude drawings on his face and his cast had LOSER scrawled on his previously pristine cast.

Richie shook Eddie awake and Eddie woke up with a start. “Oh… Hey Richie, sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I had a rough night and-”

“Look Eds, before you say anything else, you may wanna take a look in the mirror.” Richie requested with a grimace.

Eddie’s brows furrowed and he hurried off to the bathroom, with Richie on his tail. Richie stood in the doorway of the bathroom while Eddie examined his face. Richie saw Eddie’s eyes start to well up with tears, and Richie quickly stepped in.

“Hey! Don’t worry about it, sunshine. It was just a couple of stupid prepubescent boys who obviously had nothing better to do with their stupid lives, okay?” Richie reassured frantically, not wanting Eddie to cry.

“…I shouldn’t have worn all pink today…” Richie heard Eddie mumble as he examined QUEER written in messy handwriting on his forehead.

“Eddie, it had nothing to do with you. Hold on, I’ll be right back, I just need to stop by the grocery store so we can get you cleaned up, cool?” Richie asked this, but was already heading out the door.

—–

Eddie was furiously scrubbing at his face and cast to try and get off the sharpie that was stubbornly staining him. He was already having a pretty shitty day. He got no sleep the night before, because all he did was cry, waking up with red eyes, being too tired to function normally, and trying to de-thorn the new roses. Needless to say, a group of boys coming to draw on him while he was asleep was the icing on top of the cake.

As Eddie was going to try scrubbing his cast again, Richie came bursting in the shop with a lemon and a kitchen knife in his hand.

“Viola!” Richie exclaimed, grinning down at Eddie.

“Why the fuck did you buy a lemon?!” Eddie hissed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Richie rubbed his neck and said, “Well, I googled how to get sharpie off your skin, and they said to use lemon juice!” Richie sliced open the lemon, right on the granite counter, and squeezed the juice on the paper towel.

“Upsy daisy, Eddie Spaghetti.” Richie said as he patted the counter, gesturing for Eddie to sit.

Eddie sighed and climbed up on the counter. Richie began to gently wipe at the marker on his face. Eddie closed his eyes and sighed, unaware that he let himself in front of Richie.

Eyes still closed, Eddie said, “Thank you. I had a long night, and this is really sweet of you, actually.”

Richie’s face went bright red, and he was very grateful that Eddie’s eyes were shut.

‘Hey, what if it really wasn’t Eddie at the cafe last night, and I just had some weird hallucination!’

Richie finished cleaning Eddie’s face and whilst throwing away the lemon, he asked, “What happened last night?”

Eddie sighed and rubbed his eyes. “I… I guess… I was stood up.”

Richie grimaced. ‘So it wasn’t a hallucination.’

Richie put his hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Eddie. Whoever it was, they’re the loser.” Richie said, looking down at Eddie’s cast.

Eddie looked skeptically at him, and then after seeming to think things over, he relaxed. “Well, it really is my fault. I was an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot.”

“Yes, I am.” Eddie’s face scrunched up and he shut his eyes. “I…”

Eddie sighed and confessed, “I met him online.”

‘Yep, it was definitely Eddie.’

Trying to thinking of a way to react, Richie gasped and said “Oh, wow! Online? That’s dangerous. And bad!”

Richie groaned internally. ‘Way to go, James Bond.’

Eddie didn’t seem to catch on to Richie’s obvious bluffing. “Yeah, I know. It was really idiotic of me, but he was so nice and understanding. I didn’t think he would stand me up.”

‘Is this entire day going to be filled with guilt?’

Richie couldn’t just watch Eddie mope. “Listen, Eds. Whoever that guy is, if he skipped out on you, that was the biggest mistake of his fucking life, gotcha?”

Eddie looked slightly taken aback. “Uh… Thank you, Richie. It’s not that big of a deal, but it sucks for him, sure.”

‘Good going, Richie.’ He thought to himself.

Richie saw that Eddie was looking down at his cast. “Hey,” Richie said gently, “I’ll see if I can find an extra sharpie to cover that up?”

“Don’t worry about it, Richie. Once a loser, always a loser, right?”

Richie frowned, “You were called a loser when you were younger?”

Eddie nodded. “I was called a lot of things. A kid who wears rainbow shorts and a fanny pack isn’t necessarily the coolest guy in school.”

Richie sighed and leaned on the counter where Eddie was sitting. “If it makes you feel any better, I was called a loser too. My buck teeth and loud mouth weren’t as great as I thought they were.”

Eddie gave him a soft smile. “At least you don’t have buck teeth anymore.” Eddie teased, tapping Richie’s lips twice.

Richie felt his face light up and he laughed. “Hey, don’t say anything, Mr. Fanny pack.”

Eddie pretended to gasp. “For your information, they are very convenient and comfortable. You can carry anything and everything you need.”

“Like this?” Richie asked before grabbing Eddie and hauling him over his shoulder.

“Richie! Put me down now!” Eddie screeched as he screamed with laughter. Richie continued to run around Rainbow Bouquet whilst carrying a screaming Eddie, who was pounding on his back.

After a particularly painful punch to his back, Richie set Eddie down on the counter. Richie groaned and held his own back. “Gee whiz, Eds. I think you just knocked my back out of alignment.”

Eddie stuck out his tongue and protested, “Hey, you started it. I would never physically injure someone if they didn’t antagonize me. I’m a lover, not a fighter.”

A lightbulb went off in Richie’s head. “Hold on a sec, Eds.”

Richie raced into For the Record, and rummaged through his drawer. He found and uncapped the red sharpie, running into Rainbow Bouquet again.

“Hand me your broken arm.”

Eddie hesitantly gave Richie his hurt arm. “What are you doing?”

Richie quickly did what he needed to do, and showed off his handiwork to Eddie. “Look! All fixed.”

Eddie looked down at the cast, and saw that where Loser used to reside, now said Lover with a V where the used to be. Richie started to get nervous when Eddie didn’t say anything after a couple of seconds, but when he saw Eddie’s watery eyes and smile, he knew he did the right thing.

“You know what, Rich? You’re not that bad afterall.”




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World Ending Team up - Young Justice Imagine

Originally posted by mistakeoftheconstellation

Requested by Anon - an imagine where the reader is pretty much like Deadpool and helps the teams stop a world ending disasters cause “I live here and would like to remain alive.”

Happy Birthday Anon’s Sister!!


You were licking an ice cream cone while sitting on one of the drug dealers you had just beaten up when it appeared. A giant spaceship blocked out the sun, causing you to look up with disinterest. You checked your phone to find it playing a message from the spaceship, threatening to destroy Earth if they didn’t get some rock crystal thing. 

Once the message ended, news feeds from around the world lit up. This included a message from the Justice League, who claimed they would be handling it. 

“Handling it, my ass,” you mumbled as one of your other voices spoke up.

“Earth is probably going to get blown up.”

Another voice in your head asked. “But don’t we live here?”

You paused mid-lick, thinking about what the voice said. “Hmm…” you hummed, finishing your lick before standing up. The drug dealer you were sitting on groaned in relief, causing you to accidentally kick him in the face. “You’re right. After all, I don’t know if I would survive the planet blowing up.”

“Yeah, we haven’t got our music contract yet.”

“Or our movie deal.”

Nodding your head, you threw your ice cream over your shoulder where it landed on the drug dealer’s head. You skipped away, thinking about how you could help. “Maybe I should go straight to the Justice League?”

“Nah, they’re no fun.”

“Besides, don’t they want to arrest us?”

“That’s right,” you agreed, rubbing your chin. “I always forget about that.” You remembered how Superman tried to arrest you last week. It ended with an explosion and your head getting blown off, but it was still fun. 

“Why don’t we help the little Sidekicks?” 

“They’re always fun.”

“Of course,” you snapped, jumping up and down. “I haven’t seen them in a while, and I bet they’re doing something about this ‘independence-day-like’ situation.” You ran out of the warehouse, heading straight for the airport to borrow a plane to find the sidekicks.

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The Best Girlfriend

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Words: 1,453

Forever Tag List: @capandbuck @bummblebeeblue @sarbear429 @bea789 @xtina2191 @lovethefandomsuniverse @evyiione @trustnobodyshootfirst @motleymoose @thegoodhunterrr5 @bookaddictedhedgehog @gurlwitafro @magicalsis11 @aquabrie @fanboyswhereare-you @percussiongirl2017 @dionnemaria @sherlockslove112 @sesshomaru-lover @freaksforthewin @neishax-butler @hi-pixzza @cookee50 @captainidjit @imasunflower13 @clairedelalune @swimmer-sarcasm @lovelife-tothefullest @dylcole @almightyunnie @winchesterswantmypie

Request: Hey, I was wondering if you could do a one shot where Sam has anxiety, and a secret girlfriend (reader) and Dean would get pissed if he found out, and one day Sam has a panic attack and makes dean call his girlfriend. Thank you so much!!!! - @loveyalotslikejellytots

Author’s Note: You’re welcome! I hope you like it. I’m still behind on this season, over six episodes by now. I’ll eventually make myself watch it between the season ends. – Haley xx


Your name: submit What is this?

“Hello?” I asked, balancing the cellphone between my ear and shoulder. There was shuffling on the other end, but no answer. “Sam? Are you okay?”

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Just Jimin/Mochi Things

BIAS WRECKER HERE TO FUCK UP MY LIFE, LET’S GO. HIS VOICE, HIS SINGING, HONESTLY THE HIGH NOTES?! REALLY PARK JIMIN. LIE IS AN AMAZING SONG WITH UNIQUE VOCALS, ONCE YOU JIMIN, YOU CAN’T JIMOUT (Its very true). (gifs are not mine)

Originally posted by sosjimin

He is Bangtan’s angel. He takes care of the members so much and cares for them as they are his brothers. Everyone loves the little mochi (I’m shorter than him but still). He’s so humble that it hurts. Jimin always reaches for perfection even though he’s already very talented. Army loves you no matter what Jimin,

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

Originally posted by xminenex

He doesn’t need abs or anything like that at all. Army will always love you for being who you are. HIS CHEEKS, HE’S LIKE A LITTLE CHIPMUNK OMG THAT YOU COULD PET FOR HOURS AND HOURS.

Originally posted by jaayhope

Originally posted by jikookxkookmin

I mean besides singing and being our full-time angel, HIS DANCING. (HELP ME BREATH PLEASE) NEXT TO OUR HOBI, HE’S CRAZY SKILLED AND HIS TECHNIQUE IS PERFECT. LIKE I FELT LIKE CRYING WATCHING HIS SOLO. 

Originally posted by yoongis--babygirl

Originally posted by theholyshiteu

HE IS SO DISRESPECTFUL TO MY HEART. DOESN’T MATTER THE HAIR COLOR, DOESN’T MATTER WHAT HE’S WEARING. I DROOL EVERY DAMN TIME LIKE PARK JIMIN CAN YOU PLEASE, I’M TRYING TO LIVE.

Originally posted by jiminsjiminie

Originally posted by bangtanofarmys

WHEN HE’S IN THAT MODE, IT’S MOCHI NO MORE NOPE. I’m trying to jimout so hard rn making this. You are perfect the way you are, I know you want to work hard but as always no matter freakin what. Idc if the apocalypse is coming, Park Jimin you are an angel (a very disrespectful one)  Work hard but also rest well please <3 (Army add more if you want) *eye smile*

Originally posted by morekpopmore

Just Namjoon Things

Just Jin Things

Just Yoongi Things

Just Taehyung Things

Just Hoseok Things

Just Jungkook Things

Just Bts Things

The Best He Can

Characters: Baby, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Y/N Y/L/N (Reader), Bobby Singer, Charlie Bradbury, Donna Hanscum, Jody Mills

Pairing: Dean x Reader, John x Mary, Sam x Amelia (briefly mentioned - only as in canon)

Warnings: Implied smut, pregnancies, cheating, nothing other than that really aside from canon deaths and angst.      

Word Count: 5800ish (woops!)

A/N: This is written for Baby’s Big 50 writing challenge hosted by @butiaintgonnaloveem and it is told from Baby’s PoV. She is still a car, but she is the one to tell the story, much like the episode Baby but done with words. I hope this worked out as well as I hoped it would.

My prompt was Allman Brothers Band - Rambling Man - I am sure I could have used it better but these were the lines that really inspired me when I wrote this fic: Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man, Tryin’ to make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can.

This is sorta a rewrite of the entire series. Very boiled down and written through Baby’s eyes.. Headlights? Whatever :P Just read it :D

Thanks to the sweet amazing @blacktithe7 for betaing this for me

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

I have been lucky in my time on Earth, even if I have been through more than most. Sal, as flawed as he was, was a good man. He tried to do the best he knew how to with the short time he was given. He wanted to save people even if he couldn’t save himself. So he drove me around, giving Bibles away to people he felt needed some guidance, right up until the day he drank himself to death.

Standing on that lot at Rainbow Motors, I missed him. He had treated me right, and I had no way of knowing if the next guy would. I feared the uncertainty then like I never have since. When he walked up, I knew where I belonged. Even if he wasn’t the guy that took me home, I felt a connection to that man I was not going to understand for years, but I knew I belonged with him.

It wasn’t just the way he talked about me. The way he admired me. He spoke as if he knew me. Like I was important. I was sad to see him go, but John Winchester gave me some good years. He took care of me, and he loved me. So did Mary. They were amazing people, but in all my 10 years with them, the nights I felt the most important were nights I only came to understand later on.

One night after being to a drive in movie, Mary and John didn’t quite make it home. They spend the night in my backseat, and I felt their love as they loved each other. They had done this before of course, but there was something special about that night. I could feel it then, and nine months later, when John was forcing me to go as fast as I could to get to the hospital in time, I knew what it had been.

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Tom Holland Imagine: Broken

Summary: after getting out of a toxic relationship, you meet a very handsome boy on your train. (Loosely based off of both Yes Girl and I Can’t Breathe by Bea Miller)

A/N: sorry for being gone for so long… writers block kicked in…😤

Warnings: physical and mental abuse

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I let out a sigh of relief as the train took off down the tracks. I watched as the town I once knew and loved flew passed me. I wondered what He would do when He came home from work to find me gone. I fidgeted with the strap of my duffle bag before deciding to pull out my book to help the time pass.

“Hello? Sorry to disturb you, but would you mind if I sat here?” A voice said.

I shook my head without meeting the stranger’s eye. Yes, I would prefer to be sitting by myself but considering I bought the last ticket for this train, I knew it wasn’t going to happen. I heard the stranger let out a heavy sigh as he placed his bag under his seat.

“Whatcha readin there? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Uh, it’s called Ordinary People. By Judith Guest. It’s my favorite book, I’ve read it like 10 times.”

“Huh, maybe I’ll read it sometime.”

“Oh you definitely should, its incredible.”

I finally looked up from my book to see a very handsome boy smiling at me.

“I’m Tom by the way.” He said as he extended his hand to me.

“Uh, I’m Y/N.” I said as I shook his hand.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

I blushed at his compliment and closed my book and looked back up at the him.

“So what’s bringing you to the city? And by train? Not many people go on these anymore.”

Tom smiled and looked out the window.

“Well, I do a lot of traveling. I’m always in the air and so I just wanted to see the trees for a change. And I’m staying in the city, actually. I just felt like I was going insane from only seeing buildings and angry people everywhere I went and I need some time to figure things out so I found the smallest town I could find outside of Atlanta and left for the weekend. What about you?”

“Uh, that’s a story for another time…”

“That’s alright. Let it be yours.”

“Well, your accent gives it away that you don’t live here, so why are you in America?”

“I’m an actor. Filming a movie.”

“Oh, I love movies! What movie are you filming?”

Tom let out a light laugh as he looked down and fiddled with his thumbs.

“Uh, Spider-Man, actually.”

“Wait, really!? I love Spider-Man! Are you the guy that plays him in Civil War? I haven’t gotten to see it yet but I want to so bad. See, my boyfri- ex boyfriend wouldn’t let me go see it.”

I looked down to avoid Tom’s confused face, hoping it would give him the hint to not ask any questions.

“Well, maybe I can take you to go see it sometime.”

“Uh, yeah! But if you don’t want to you don’t have to. I’m sure you’ve already seen it like 500 times…”

“Yeah, but never with a girl as beautiful as you.”

“Pft, are you kidding me? Have you seen Scarlett Johansson!?”

Before Tom could reply I heard my phone go off. I reached into my bag to pull it out and felt my heart stop.

No.

He wasn’t supposed to be home this early.

I felt my heart drop to my stomach as I looked at His name written on the screen.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned my phone off before shoving it back in my bag.

I felt Tom’s gaze on me. I looked up and gave him a weak smile, trying to get him to drop it.

Luckily, he did.

—3 months later—

I laid on the couch, wrapped up in Tom’s arms. We started dating shortly after we met. I didn’t think I would be able to date anyone for while after what happened with Him but, Tom was different. I knew he was different because he cared.

Unlike Him. I knew He was searching for me. I had been forced to ditch my phone and buy a new one to get Him to stop calling me and leaving hurtful voicemails.

Now, 3 months later, the thoughts of Him felt like only a distant memory of a childhood nightmare.

But that quickly changed.

Tom and I were watching The Way Way Back when it happened.

First there was the pounding on the door.

“I’ll get it, love.” Tom sweetly whispered in my ear. He kissed the side of my face and got up from the couch.

I instantly missed the feeling of his arms around me. I turned my attention back to the film, thinking it was just Harrison who forgot his key again.

But then I heard it.

I heard Tom’s angelic voice asking who they were but getting cut off by a punch to the jaw.

And then His voice calling out my name.

I sat up immediately and felt my self beginning to hyperventilate.

But while I was breathing hard, it felt like there was no oxygen in my body at all.

As His figure walked into the room, I felt myself black out from fear.

I didn’t even feel Him pick me up by my hair and throw me into the glass coffee table.

I didn’t even feel the blood begin to fall from my skin from where the glass had cut it open.

I didn’t even hear Tom scream my name.

I didn’t hear Tom tackling the guy.

I didn’t hear Harrison come in and call the police.

I didn’t hear the ambulance as they asked me questions.

But I watched all of it.

I could see everything.

I could see Tom attacking Him.

I could see Tom as he stood over me, crying.

I could see his lips saying words like, “Please say something, love” or “Please don’t leave me” as tears slipped from his eyes.

I woke up hours later. I looked around and saw Tom sitting to my right, holding my hand tightly as he cried into my side.

“Tom?” I asked.

His head whipped up and let out a sigh of relief when he saw me awake. He immediately began to pepper my face with kisses and held me tightly to him.

“Thank god you’re okay. He’s gone, Y/N. They’ve locked Him up. You never have to worry about Him again. I have you and I will always protect you. I love you, Y/N. So much.”

And those words, those few words, put every little broken piece in me back together.

Can I Have This Dance? (G.D)

Summary: Your date for your senior prom stood you up, and your best friend Grayson sets in and helps you make it a night to remember.

Word Count: 1,123

Warnings: None.

A/N: Inspired by the song Can I Have This Dance by Zac Efron, and Vanessa Hudgens from High School Musical 3. But can you guys going to your senior prom with Grayson though? Ugh what a dream! I never went to my senior prom, so I’m pretty much living out that night through this lol. Hope you guys enjoy it! :)

@ohmydolantwins you’re welcome ;) 


Grayson’s POV

Y/N was looking beautiful in her prom dress tonight. Red was always her best color. Her hair would usually be up in a pony tail or a messy bun, but tonight she had it down. The loose curls were cascading down her open back, as the cool summer breeze blew through the end curls of her hair.

She looked so happy earlier when she was in my living room getting her hair done by my mom. She kept talking about how she couldn’t wait to “dance under the lit up oak tree” with Josh. The whole 2 hours, she was at my house getting ready, that’s all she would talk about. That’s all she was looking forward too. Now she just looks so crushed. That smile she had earlier was now faded. 

God I want walk in there and punch him straight in his jaw! 

I watched as Y/N sat in the school courtyard crying. He had stood her up. That asshole asked her to prom, and ended up showing up with some blonde bimbo instead.

How could he have stood her up like that? Y/N deserved way better than that. 

I’m such a fucking idiot! I wish I didn’t wait so long to ask her to prom, but I was scared. Scared that she would reject me. I was scared that it would ruin our friendship. But if I would’ve just grew some balls, and asked her sooner she wouldn’t have said yes to Josh, and we could’ve been in there having a blast, but instead she’s out here crying.

* * * *

“Hey…” I said, as I was walking towards her.

“H-hey…” she said, as she was wiping the tears from her cheeks. 

“Are you okay?” I asked, taking a seat down next to her.

“Uh…yeah. I’m fine.” she said, and I can tell she was lying. 

“He’s a fucking idiot. He doesn’t deserve you.” I said, which caused her to finally look up at me. Her once rosy cheeks were stained with running mascara. But even with smudged eyeliner, and running mascara she was still the prettiest girl at prom. 

“I just feel so stupid. I was so excited because Josh asked me to prom, and now here I am crying in the school court yard, while he’s in there dancing the night away with captain of the cheerleading team. I should’ve known that the most popular guy in school wouldn’t really be interested in me. God I must look like the school’s biggest joke right now!” she said, wiping the tears away as they started forming again as she spoke.

I’ve never seen Y/N this upset before. She sounds so broken, and humiliated. Which only makes me want to go beat Josh’s ass even more, but I knew that wouldn’t solve anything. Sometimes it was hard being Y/N’s best friend, because I hated seeing her get hurt. It’s even worst when I know deep down that if she was with me she would never have to worry about being sad, or feeling humiliated, or wasting all her make up by crying. I would never do anything to hurt her, I just wish she’d realize that, and stop chasing after these assclowns.

“Come on, get up! I’m not gonna let you spend your prom crying in the courtyard!” I said, standing up from the bench we were sitting on. 

It was our senior prom, and I don’t want her to remember it as a sad night. I was going to try and make what’s left of her night memorable. That way when she looks back on her senior prom she’ll at least have something to smile about.

“Gray, what are you doing?” Y/N asked confused, looking at me hold out my hand.

Can I have this dance?” I asked, holding my hand out to her.

Originally posted by tiaralilibet

* * for the full effect, listen to Can I Have This Dance from HSM3 by Troy Bulton (Zac Efron) & Gabriella Montez (Vanessa Hudgens) * *

“I thought you didn’t know how to dance?” Y/N asked, with a raised eyebrow.

“Just take my hand.” I said, entwining her right hand in mine, as my left hand rested on her waist. I took a deep breath before pulling her closer to me, and taking a step, leading the dance.

I kept my eyes locked on hers, as our feet started moving to the slow beat of the music that was playing through the courtyard speakers. I kept count of the steps in my head, so that I could keep up and made sure to not step all over Y/N’s feet. 

“I’m impressed Bailey! Where’d you learn how to slow dance like this?” Y/N asked me with a smile.

“Well I had some lesson’s from my mom and Cam. I figured I should know how to slow dance, in case we went to prom together.” I said, clearing my throat after I said it. Realizing how awkward that must’ve sounded, because we didn’t go together. Y/N looked down at the ground for a bit before looking back up again.

“I’m sorry…”

“I should’ve came here with you. But instead I came by myself… God I’m such an idiot. Any decent human with a brain would’ve seen right through Josh, and turned him down as soon as someone as sweet, and caring as you asked them! You could be in there dancing with any girl you want to, but yet you’re out here dancing with my pathetic ass…” she said, but I interrupted before she could finish.

“Hey! Look at me!” I said, placing my index finger under her chin, and tilting her head up so our eyes could meet.

“You’re not pathetic! And Josh is an idiot! He missed out tonight, that’s his lost. You don’t need to keep beating yourself up about it. And for the record, I much rather be out here with you than anybody else.” I said, as I stared into her eyes.  

Her eyes were still a bit watery from all the crying she did earlier, but they were still beautiful. I couldn’t help but get lost in them every time. It’s like her eyes had this captivating spell over me. I can feel our heads slowly moving closer together, as our lips slowly, but passionately made their way to physical contact. I let go of her hand, and now both of my hands were on her waist, gently pulling her into a closer and tighter embrace. I clutched her body as if I was cradling a baby, and her hands moved slowly from my shoulders, to the back of my neck, running one of her hands through my hair.  

We both pulled away, and instead of saying anything, Y/N rested her head on my chest, and with my hands still on her waist, we continued to glide to the music, under the lit up oak tree…

Sehun scenario - A father’s heart

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Genre: angst, fluff

summary: Being away for promoting has been hard on Sehun, but to make things worse, his one-year-old daughter has forgotten about the first man who ever loved her.

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—does this make sense? | 08 (m)

pairing— min yoongi x reader / park jimin x reader, college! yoongi, college! jimin
genre/warnings— smut, angst
words— 9,282

:: summary— You meet the mysterious Yoongi at a house party and no matter how uninterested you tell yourself that you are, you can’t say no to him. Can you end up changing his playboy ways, or will you just end up getting hurt?

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black nail polish and sectional heterochromia

a dear evan hansen based poem from the point of view of connor’s partner


it’s our first day of senior year, but connor didn’t show up to any of his classes today.

i talked to his sister, he and his parents got into a nasty fight last night, and he shoved a random boy to the ground that morning before he left the school.


it’s 11 pm.

he hasn’t called or texted me all day.


it’s 9 am. tuesday.

his mom calls me crying, asking if I’d talked to him.


i haven’t heard from him in thirty two hours.


it’s Wednesday.

he hates Wednesdays.

he’s still not at school.


it’s Thursday.

his parents reported him missing last night.

his sister seems happy that he’s been gone.


friday.

connor’s been missing for five days.

i’ve watched enough criminal minds to know all the possibilities of what could be happening, but i still hope he’s just taking a cool off period.


it’s Saturday.

we always spend Saturdays together.

i’ve called him over a hundred times by now, i’m sure.

still no contact.


it’s sunday.

i showed up to his family’s door in tears.

zoe answered.


it’s five pm, i’ve been with zoe all day talking about connor.

her room is a soft bubble gum pink, filled to the brim with plants and guitars hand on the wall.

her parent’s have been home for an hour.


there’s a knock on the door. then crying, helpless pleas begging to be deceived.


we go downstairs.


there are two police officers at the door, cynthia clinging desperately to her husband. a note is held by him and he reads to himself emotionlessly.


he hands the note to me.

“dear evan hansen. turns out today was not an amazing day after all.”


three years flashed before my eyes.


a thousand i love you’s ring in my ears.


the one person i’ve ever truly loved killed himself with no contact to me. just a letter to some boy he’d never so much as mentioned.


monday morning.

i do not go to school.

i do not get out of bed.

i do not hold back my screams and tears.

i do not have control.

i feel like i don’t have anything anymore.

Comforter - Jax Imagine

Concept: Reader is Jax’s daughter, Jax comforts reader after a breakup.

Taglist: @homicidalteenagedream @soaimagines @straight-toheck @yourcroweater

This was so much fun to write. A very different dynamic to what I’m used to. It’s a short one!

Originally posted by imallaboutthe-fairytalebaby

“You’re breaking up with me?” You gasped, rubbing your forehead with your hand.

Your boyfriend of one year, Nick, sat next to you in your car. He was silent and sheepish and watched and waited for your reaction. He knew how fiery you were and how easily set off you were. He was also terrified of your dad.

“I’m sorry (Y/N). It’s just not going to work with me moving to Indiana.” Nick whispered, picking at his hands. “I don’t wanna break up but I think it’s for the best.”

You sighed deeply. You knew Nick was right but that didn’t make it hurt any less. You knew this would have to happen with him moving but you always seemed to not think about it. You swallowed back the tears. You weren’t angry, you weren’t upset, you were just a little bit hurt. You didn’t want to upset Nick so you held back your tears for a little while longer.

“When do you leave?” You asked, looking blankly out of the windshield, your hand grasping the steering wheel even though you were parked.

“Two weeks.” He said.

You nodded. “I’ll be over to help you guys pack up next week. I promised your mom.”

He looked at you and you turned your head to meet his gaze. He smiled his usual half smile and his dark curls fell across his forehead. “I’d like that (Y/N).”

You smacked your lips together and smiled a small smile. You were too close to Nick to cast him out completely. You leaned over and hugged him gently, a tear rolling down your cheek. Nick stepped out of the car and gave you a small wave before he headed inside.


You started the engine of your small beat up car and sped down the road to the familiar route back to your house. You turned on your stereo and then mix CD Nick had made you blared through the speakers. You broke down at the sound of your song and stopped your car immediately. You took the CD out of the stereo and snapped it in half, throwing it out the window. You slammed your hands on the steering wheel and cried loudly, mascara running down your face. Although this was the right thing, it hurt more than anything you had ever felt. You had never been heartbroken before so this foreign feeling made you feel so confused. Your chest hurt, your eyes hurt, your soul hurt. You just wanted to go home and scream into your pillow but you underestimated your strength to drive properly. You rested your head on the steering wheel and cried in the dark silent night, the desolate interior of your car providing you the only sense of familial comfort. You steadying your breathing and wiped your eyes and decided to keep on driving home. You turned up your stereo to a piercing volume, letting the sad tune on the radio flow through you and you felt understood. You pulled up outside your house and the porch light was still on. You didn’t know what time it was and you really didn’t care. Your dad would probably be angry but you didn’t register anything other than sadness. You locked up your car and entered your unlocked front door. Your dad, Jax Teller, sat on the couch with his feet on the coffee table and a beer in his hands. He watched the TV casually, a hand combing through his long blonde hair. Your dad looked too young to have his youngest daughter be seventeen and he was always the object of your friend’s affections. He turned to face you and anger flashed across his face before worry took its place. You kicked off your shoes and threw your bag on the floor before running and throwing yourself into your fathers lap. You wrapped your body like a monkey around his sitting form and you began to cry loudly into his neck. Your fathers arms wrapped around you tightly, his hand stroking your long hair. He hushed you and soothed you and spoke calming words as you let everything out. You gulped and gasped and cried and sobbed, letting all your confusion and hurt and sadness out onto the skin of his neck.

It felt like hours that you had been crying in your fathers lap. You sat up and moved to sit next to him on the couch. You wiped your eyes and pushed your hair behind your ears. Your breathing was rough and shaky but you felt a lot better. You rested your head on your dads shoulder and looked blankly ahead.

“You gonna tell me what happened (Y/N)?” Your dad asked you, his hand still running through your hair.

Your breathing shuddered as you began to form words. “Nick broke up with me.” Your lip trembled and you looked down at your lap. You didn’t want to cry anymore but it hurt so bad.


Jax tried his hardest not to explode in anger at the news. He knew no man would ever be good enough for his one and only little girl and he wanted to cause harm to anyone who harmed her. Jax stayed silent for a while, looking at his daughter who was a spitting image of her mother at that age. The way her dark hair fell over her shoulders and the way she wasn’t afraid to show her emotions reminded him so much of Tara. He wished Tara was here to mend their daughters broken heart. This was a moment for mother and daughter and Jax had to do the best he could. Jax invited his daughter to crawl back into his arms and she did. Even though she was seventeen, she would always be his little baby, his youngest child. His two sons were grown and out of home, you were all he had left.

“Talk to me (Y/N). What happened?”

You snuggled into your fathers chest and sniffled. “Nicks moving to Indiana. I was stupid to think we could make long distance work. He didn’t even do anything wrong!”

Jax held you tighter. He wanted to go and hurt this guy, kill him for making his baby cry, but Nick wasn’t worthy of torture or pain. Jax knew Nick was hurting just as much as you. There was nothing he could do but comfort you as you cried.

You sat in silence with your dad and blankly watched the television. It had been hours and you didn’t even know what time it was. You were grateful that your dad was being kind and understanding and not questioning you. He was really good at that. Jax held your chin between his fingers and made you look at him.

“Can I tell you a story?” He asked. “It’s about your mother.”

“Yeah Dad, of course.” You sniffled. You wished your mom was here right now.

Your father took a deep breath and began to speak. “Your mom wasn’t the best at comforting people. She was a hardass and I loved that about her. When you were born, her and I were having a lot of trouble and I wasn’t sure we were going to make it. I remember holding you in my arms and crying, thinking about how I was going to provide for you and your brothers when I was having trouble providing for myself. I was just in a dark spot. And your mom looked at me and told me to stop feeling sorry for myself and to look at you. She told me that I had a daughter now who needed to know who a man was and that I needed to be a role model for every man in your life. Tara didn’t coddle me or soothe me, she told me the truth and she would do the exact same for you.” Jax exhaled. He missed Tara so much and he couldn’t look at his daughter without catching a glimpse of her in you.

“What would she have said?” You asked hesitantly. You were worried your dad would be too harsh.

“Tara would say that he was too good for you and that you need to find yourself a man who will take care of you and will be a role model for your future children. She’d tell you to dry your tears, eat some ice cream and go to sleep.” Jax chuckled as he envisioned Tara saying those words. You chuckled and imagined it too.

“Remember (Y/N), you are your mothers daughter. Don’t take shit from anyone and don’t let anyone feel sorry for themselves.” Jax said, running his hand through your dark hair. “I love you so much.”

Your lip quivered and your eyes began to water as you realised how much you loved were loved. “I love you too Daddy.”

Seventeen - slightly aged up!Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 3649
Pairing: slightly aged up!Peter Parker x Reader
Featuring: May Parker, Pepper Potts, Happy Hogan, Ned Leeds, Flash Thompson, mentions of Tony Stark
Warnings: talk of death, dead character, sadness, crying, yelling, relationship fighting
Summary: Based on the song “Seventeen” from the musical Heathers, Peter Parker and (Y/N) being 17 years old and in their senior year, things have changed drastically since Peter first met Tony. Thanos has invaded and left his mark on the world, taking Tony Stark with him in his demise. For the last year, Peter has helped Pepper run Stark Industries to carry on the Stark legacy, and it is affecting Peter. You talk some sense into him, only to have someone point out a very specific theory about Peter Parker and the guy running around in a red and blue leotard.
Authors Note: i love this. so much. this song, this plot. there is so much angst but fluff at the same time?? but alas tony is dead and it makes me sad just to think about. ITS INTENSE.

Peter Parker / Based Off Musicals / Full Masterlists

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“Where are you?” You asked into the phone as you sat in the Parker household, watching May try not to worry.

“Just finishing up some things,” Peter replied.

You rolled your eyes. “May was so worried, Peter! You missed all her calls, you really need to start paying more attention to that. She was so worried she called me thinking you were with me,” You sighed. “We need you to come back right now.”

“I can’t. I’m in the middle of some really important work that Pepper needed help on and I told her-”

“I don’t care,” You interrupted. “You’re seventeen, Peter, you’re taking on a job that was made for someone far older. You are still in school, I know you’re a genius but you seriously need to prioritize things. You are still a kid, I’m still a kid, you can’t worry May like this!” You shouted. “You need to come home, do your homework, and get a good night’s sleep.”

Peter huffed. “I’ll save things and leave in five minutes,” He said. “I love you.”

“I love you too. We’ll be at your apartment,” You said, and hung up.

May looked like she was going to cry. Ever since she found out about Peter being Spider-Man, she was both more and less worried about him. She trusted that he knew what he was doing, but that never stopped her from being scared. “Thank you, (Y/N),” May said. “You said all the things I was going to tell him.”

“I worry about him, too,” You reminded her. “He took on Tony Stark’s job. I know he’s been working it for a year, but he’s still so young. I can’t imagine having to work like he does,” You told her.

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Favorite Historical Movies pt 1

Hidden Figures: The story of three African-American women (Katherine Johnson, Dorothy Vaughan, and Mary Jackson) who played a vital role in NASA during the time of not only the Space Race but also racial segregation in the US. Honestly, this was the best film of 2016. Period. I don’t want to spoil anything, but seeing what they went through just because they were black was… there were no words. It wasn’t even the biggest injustices that hurt. It was the small things like a sideways look or a “colored” or “white” sign that just broke my heart. If nothing else, the bathroom scene had me in tears.

The Imitation Game: A gay, math and tech genius (Alan Turing) ends up creating a device that not only plays a crucial role in winning a war but also leads to the creation of computers as we know them. However, his career successes do not spare him from the homophobic climate of his times, or people’s tendencies to outcast him just because his personality is different (he can be very “emotionless” at times and people see him as lacking feelings and robotic). THIS THING IS A MUST WATCH. Honestly I could rant and rave about this for hours. It makes me cry every time. It’s a movie that reminds you that the things that set you apart are the things that allow you to succeed, but it also reminds you that the world just sucks sometimes. And it can hurt you just for being yourself. Use you for what it needs and then cast you aside. Idk, you just have to see it for yourself… Did I mention it has Benedict Cumberbatch in it?

Belle: The scene is 18th century England. Dido Belle, the biracial daughter of a Navy Admiral who would’ve been a slave otherwise, is raised by her aristocratic great-uncle instead. However, this does not diminish the racism and self hatred she faces in almost every aspect of her life, from where she can sit in regard to dinner or who she is to marry. She simply cannot find her place in this society, but it is exactly her place that allows her to play a crucial role in the campaign to abolish slavery in England.

Little Monsters (Robb Stark)

Prompt: Could you please do like a cute robb stark imagine where he and the reader have kids and it’s just super fluffy. I have too many robb feels and I need someone to help me. ~ Anonymous

Word Count: 693

Okay so I did this as a modern AU, thought it would work best hope thats okay (:

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