i honestly have never seen him so angry

Apologies

Description:  After a fight, Taehyung can’t bring himself to apologize to his girlfriend until he realizes that she might have moved on.  If he wants her he needs to go get her.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut and Angst

Word Count: 11620

Warning: Rough sex, possessive dirty talk, spanking

A/N: These just keep getting longer, sorry about that.  A special thanks goes to @avveh for being my soundboard and helping out.  Hope jealous Tae is everything you (and I) want!

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Season 7 Episode 6 - Spoilers

I don’t care what anyone says. Game of Thrones/Asoiaf is the best series to ever exist. Jon x Danerys is also one of the most fucking wonderful couples to exist, ever. They’re just so…. SO… GOOD.

I tagged this post appropriately so your tumblr savior should block it if you don’t like spoilers. BUT ONCE AGAIN… SPOILERS AHEAD SCROLL FAR, FAR AWAY IF YOU DON’T WANT TO READ.

You guys I’m shook. So happy. I need to shout it out and talk to someone, lol. My Jonerys heart is like… So warm and fuzzy right now. 

Let’s see where to begin… First, Tyrion mentions that all the people Dany has mentioned are people who’ve fallen for her and confirms to her that yes indeed Jon loves her. 

Jon says that Danerys is the only one that can save them. 

When Tyrion tells Dany to stay and she says she’s not doing nothing again and Drogon roars like “Ya Mom! You tell em! Let’s go save daddy <3″

Jon watching Daenerys and Drogon kick ass.

Later he finally calls her a cute nickname Dany and to me that shows his affection and bond with her; which then turns into MY QUEEN. This sounds more like him calling her his personal queen, like a proposal or some romantic thing because she asks how will his people accept her and he says that they will come to love her like he did. They both know it, they know they love one another and they’re finding it hard to breathe.

Jon– the way he and Dany look at one another when she flies in on her dragons.

The way Dany and Jon both look at Viserion as he falls down in battle.

When Jon tells Dany the people who swore allegiance to him will come to see her for the wonderful woman she is and that she is deserving of it.

The way Jon and Dany look at one another as they reach their hands out for one another. 

Dany’s face when Jon doesn’t take her hand because he has to protect her and Drogon from oncoming wights.

Dany’s face when she watches Jon fight the wights alone.

The way Jon pushes himself in front of everyone, including Tormund so he can get a front seat view of his lady Daenerys and his baby Drogon. 

The way Jon is so fucking happy and ecstatic to see her and the dragons.

Dany’s reaction when Jon falls into the lake.

When Jon realizes the Night King is going to attack Drogon and he protects Dany and Drogon telling them to leave NOW. He even sacrifices himself so they can escape.

The way Jon gets super pissed when her precious Viserion dies, because he knows how much it will hurt her. I’ve never seen him this mad at the white walkers and wights before. This is the maddest I’ve seen Jon besides the The Battle of The Bastards. He honestly goes papa mode and sacrifices all for her. Honestly going all on his own and beginning to fight them. I think he was headed for the Night King (which is saying a lot since he’s going on his OWN to get revenge for HER), he was so fucking angry. It’s cute as well because it also means Jon has grown fond of the dragons. They have a great mama and papa :) imagine how Jon and Dany would be with a real kid.

The look Jon gives and how he’s extremely apologetic.

The way Dany refuses his apology because she doesn’t blame him at all.

The look Jon gives when he wakes up and is happy to know the first thing he sees is Dany. 

The look Dany gives Jon when he wakes up.

Did I mention Dany sees Jon’s scars?

Danerys sits by Jon’s beside for presumably days.

Daenerys is the first thing he sees when he wakes up, and he grabs her and says sorry :)

The way she looks at his chest and realizes what really happened.

How they fucking hold hands multiple times and how Jon doesn’t want to let go of her hand.

Both of their heavy and un-even breathing around one another.

When Jon finally gets some rest but then opens up his eyes after she leaves to think about her.

The longing stare Jon gives Dany because he doesn’t want to let go of her hand.

The sad look Jon gives when he has to let go of her hand.

The way both of them look at their entwined hands.

How Dany tenderly rubs his hand.

How they look at one another.

Dany’s ice queen clothing~ Jon’s ice queen :D

How they both promise to give themselves to one another, her loyalty to him and his to her, and that they’ll destroy the white walkers and wights together.

Dany standing on the edge of the mountain waiting for Jon to return.

Dany being there when they bring Jon in to save him.

Jon being shirtless with Dany around ;)

JON AND DANY BEING ON A FUCKING SHIP WHICH IS LIKE.. MY SHIP IS LITERALLY FUCKING SAILING.

^ Honestly, they’re my only ship I’ve ever had in my whole life that is LITERALLY sailing. Canon wise, in my heart wise, and what’s the most amusing is realistically they’re sailing too.

Kit and Emilia CAN act. Haters, you’re soooo wrong. Jon and Dany make the cutest ship ever (fuck all the others in my fandoms.. I don’t even care about my other ships anymore, lololol.) and I only wished Kit and Emilia were dating in real life too. Don’t worry, I love Rose! <3 though I wish I could marry Kit and or Jon Snow, so bad. x)

JONERYS FANS REJOICE AND LET’S ALL HUG. OMG. YAY US.

Originally posted by artlstheweapon

I am so disgusted and angry at the fan who threw a glass bottle at yixing 😡😡😡?!?! Do people not know that THROWING glass towards someones HEAD from a DISTANCE can KILL or SERIOUSLY INJURE the person?!? Honestly, this boy did nothing to deserve this hate. I hope yixing knows that even if some off the fans in Asia may dislike him, he always has his xingmi’s (esp the international exo-l’s) who love him unconditionally 💗

Antisepticeye Theory

I’m sure you all have seen this recent post from @therealjacksepticeye:

Now there is a gigantic difference between this and older messages from Anti. For example here is Jack’s blog back in October during the Anti takeover:

I’m sure you already see the difference. In the newer post, there’s alot more ‘noise’ going on. It’s way more chaotic, I honestly couldn’t even read it but I thankfully had a friend to tell me it says: Suppressed, Ignored, Unpredictable.
So why would there be more chaos in this specific post? It could be one of two things or even both.

Reason 1: Anti is very angry that he has been suppressed and people haven’t been paying attention to him.

Reason 2: Something big is coming. We have never seen this much noise in a message from him, so it could be reason to believe something is gonna happen. Maybe he’s closer to breaking free.

I have a bad feeling that it might be both. And if it is?

R͍̠̩̞͊͋̋̒̏ͨ͟u̬̫̗͖̹̻͐̎͗̿̆̉ͤͫ̚͝ṉ̸̷̵̼ͮ̂̄ͤ

injuries - auston matthews

requested: sort of

warning: like two swears

word count: 1378 (i just kept writing omg it’s so long)

a/n: i based this off of the tor/tbl game where auston got hit and his cute mama wanted a call (his injury will be exaggerated)

*lowercase intended*

Originally posted by wonthetrade

it all happened way too fast.

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ultra-violentvixen  asked:

I was wondering if you could write a little snippet of Boil and Waxer being caught by Obi??? I love your writing it makes my day 💙💙

Crossing his arms over his chest with hiding his amusement, Obi-Wan raised his brows at the two arch troopers staring up at him in shock. “Well then, I must admit I was not expecting to find you two n the supply closet.” He drawled calmly.

Finally jerking out of Waxer’s arms, Boil got up while clearing his throat, face turning a horrid shade of red as he did. “G-General! I can explain!” He fumbled for an explanation outside of the obvious one but found none as he glanced desperately between his grinning lover and his exasperated commander who was hiding his face in his hands.

“Indeed? Now this I have to hear.” Obi-Wan’s lips were twitching but he fought down the smile as he cocked his head, watching Waxer push himself up while brushing imaginary dust of himself. He had to say, Waxer looked both quite proud of himself and even a bit smug.

Finally Boil’s shoulders just slumped. “Okay I have nothing.”

Chuckling Obi-Wan gestured to the supply closet. “I imagine Waxer managed to convince you that a few moments playing… hooky wouldn’t be of any consequences and you, in a fit of distraction, agreed?”

Sending his now sniggering lover a dagger like glare, Boil gave a red faced nod. “Yes sir…”

Uncrossing his arms, Obi-Wan gave into his urge to chortle sharply with amusement as he shook his head. “Oh Boil, you’re usually so level headed.” He patted him on the shoulder before making his way around them to get the box of rations he needed from the supplies. “Next time, if you’re gonna let him convince you, head to the bunks huh?” The Jedi couldn’t resist teasing.

Mumbling to himself, Boil shot Waxer another glare. “Its gonna be a loooong time until next time sir, don’t you worry about that.”

Waxer shot him a startled look and then whined quietly but kept his peace as long as Obi-Wan was there, pouting at Boil.

“Another time gents.” Obi-Wan nodded, heading down the hall with his supplies and listening to Cody quickly catch up to him. Before the two rounded the corner they could hear angry hissing behind them and quiet pleading.

“…I am so sorry General.” Cody sighed.

“Oh don’t be, I’m glad those two are finding time to have some fun and its not like they were on guard or anything.” Obi-Wan grinned. “Honestly Boil’s look when the two fell out of the closet…” He sniggered hard.

Cody couldn’t resist joining him with a quiet snort. “I’ve never seen him look so startled before.” He agreed.

“And a bit of fun in this war is not to be denied… don’t take it out too hard on them Cody eh?” Obi-Wan patted the other on the shoulder with a small grin. “I’m glad they’ve found each other and Boil can do with a bit of sunshine in his life.” He shrugged.

“You may have a point General. And stars knows Waxer is a bundle of sunshine.” Cody agreed with a quiet laugh.

I Dare You To Kiss Him

MOVIE: MAZE RUNNER AU
COUPLE: NEWT X READER
RATING: CUTE

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“Don’t turn your back on me.”

A/N: Because there isnt enough angry!chuck existing I wrote some more. First of all I watched Dont call me Shurley again and second of all I need to satisfy my kink and the kink of my friend so just enjoy this.

Summary: You and Chuck get into a fight because he doesn’t want to stand up for his sister.

Pairing: God!ChuckxReader

Warnings: Language, Smut, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Cussing

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Out of Work

Hello everyone! It’s been a while!

So sorry about that. 

Anyways I’m back on the rack and ovula-

We’re not going to go there. But anyways enjoy some Jimin smut. 

DON’T OWN THE GIF!

I don’t know if I can go through with this,“ you murmured to your agent as you sat in the  dressing room.

"Well, it’s not too late to call this off. But, Jimin is one of the best pornstars in the industry and it would be good for you to work with him. He’s worked with a lot of people and you would do well to keep up appearances here,” she said, rubbing your shoulders.

The nerves were stemming from the fact that you were so new to the industry and that Jimin had a reputation that was nothing short of incredible. All of the women that had the pleasure of fucking him said that they came probably three or four times.

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aizawa-shoutas  asked:

You should do more JJBek headcanons 😛😛😛😜😜😜😜😜😜💞💞💞💞💞😻😻😻😻😻😩😩😩😩😘😘😘😘

because I can’t say no to Aja and I’d rather procrastinate than do my homework 😘😘

  • JJ and Otabek bond over music. They both have a really eclectic music taste and listen to everything from alternative rock, to early 2000’s pop, to edm/house music. They’re favorite album sing to on full blast while driving around is Hot Fuss by the Killers. Their favorite album to hook up to is Starboy by The Weeknd 😏
  • They’re both very romantic, but in very different ways. JJ is a fucking SAP and will randomly come home with flowers for Otabek for no special occasion. JJ would also be the one to make Otabek heart shaped cookies or some shit. Otabek is a lot more low key; he’d rather make JJ playlists or take him on a date to a hockey game *JJ definitely takes Otabek to his first hockey game :D*
  • OTABEK WILL NEVER LET JJ DRIVE HIS MOTORCYCLE.. NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES HE ASKS. JJ is kind of a reckless driver as it is, and Otabek nearly has a panic attack every time JJ is behind the wheel of a car.
  • tbh I head canon that Otabek also has anxiety so consider this… Otabek and JJ both helping each other through their anxiety attacks. JJ resting his head in Otabek’s lap as he strokes his hair to calm him down. The first time JJ sees Otabek have an anxiety attack he’s scared because he’s never really seen Otabek lose his composure, but JJ is just as sweet and supportive towards Otabek as he is to him. Otabek knows he doesn’t have to be calm and composed all the time, and isn’t afraid to cry in front of JJ
  • JJ is so obnoxiously into PDA and Otabek kind of hates when JJ gets all mushy in public but also he thinks that JJ is so disgustingly adorable so he just sits there and bears it with that *cute angry blushie* face

((I honestly had half of these saved in my drafts)) ((u are welcome my children))

Study Partner: Part 13

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 2.3K
Warnings: Angst, fluff, Tony being an ass

A/N: Goddamn it, over-protective-doesn’t-know-what-he’s-on-about, dad!Tony is really pissing me off, and I wrote him hahaha.

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Part 1 // Part 12

An incessant beeping noise draws you to consciousness. You slowly force your eyes open, and stare up at the white ceiling above you. After a few seconds of confusion, you remember what happened before you blacked out. ‘That’s why I’m so sore,’ you deduct as you try to move each limb, feeling your muscles ache. You feel your hand wrapped in a cold smooth surface, and glance over to see Bucky.

His head laying on your hospital bed, with his metal hand gripping yours. You smile as you watch his chest slowly rise and fall. Gently squeezing his fingers, you watch him stir from sleep.

He suddenly jumps up, looking to you. You smile at him as he breathes a sigh of relief. He looks like hell, like he hadn’t showered or slept properly in days and his eyes are red and puffy, had he been crying? In that moment, you feel every bit of anger you’d felt for your best friend melt away. He cared, maybe not how you wish he did, but it meant a lot to you to see him waiting for you to wake.

“Hey there,” you say, your voice hoarse and weak,

“Oh thank god,” Bucky exclaims, jumping up and wrapping you in his large frame,

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When I was a kid, I used to fish a lot (warning:graphic descriptions of injury to animals)

My uncle showed me how, and whenever I went to stay with him and my aunty at their caravan, I’d spend the majority of the time sitting by the side of the course fishing lake with my float on the water, waiting for perch fish to take a bite.

Now I had a lot of bad incidents which sort of phased me over that period, I once used a hook that was too small, and it went all the way down the body of the fish, and since I was too scared to put my finger down the fish’ mouth and pull it out, my uncle had to just rip it out, killing the fish.

Another time I used a hook that was too big, it went into the fish’ mouth and came out of its eyeball, that fish we put back, and obviously it would have been blind on one side, and likely didn’t survive in its home environment because of that.

Now I feel ill thinking back to these occasions currently, and I felt slightly bad at the time, however there was one incident where even at the time, my blood boiled.

On this occasion, as usual, I sat and caught a fish, it was a fair size for perch (I forget the weight), but it was a regular catch, the hook went in the mouth and came out of the cheek, easy to remove and at the time I was proud of it.
Another kid who was fishing there with a group of his friends came over and asked to hold it whilst his friends crowded around me, I allowed it, but I told him it was only for a short time because obviously the fish couldn’t breath (in my head I was genuinely against animal cruelty somehow).
So the kid takes the fish, and immediately hurls it as far and as high as he could, it hit the lake with a force that must have killed it (or at least I honestly hope it did, I hope the fish didn’t have to survive that).

Now at the time, I was livid, I was angry beyond words, how could he be so unnecessarily cruel to an innocent animal? An animal he had only just seen and that had never done anything wrong to him, he must be a complete asshole, right?

Now here’s the part I missed at the time, I HAD LITERALLY BEEN STABBING FISH ALL DAY.

I had been stabbing small creatures like maggots and worms, leaving them underwater for hours, sat and watched a float until it began to go under, and at that point I would stab the fish, drag it out of it’s natural environment into a cold and bright area where it couldn’t breath, removed the hook, and released it back into the water with a brand new wound and what must have been a chronic phobia of eating.

And I did all of that in the name of a hobby, but that was fine! Because that part was normal in society! People fished all the time and so I couldn’t be doing anything wrong, but throwing the fish? That was cruel, inhumane, and something I could never do.

I simply did not see the ill logic of it all, what I was doing was unnecessary, yes it was normalised in society, but I could have quite happily chosen a different hobby? There are thousands of hobbies out there that I could have opted for, but because of the way society views fishing, I saw no wrong in it at all.

I no longer think that way.

And the same goes for food. You see videos of factory farm workers punching, kicking, and just generally abusing animals, and it boils your blood, that’s because as I have always been, you’re genuinely against animal cruelty.

But here’s the important part, you are still paying for them to be stabbed.

And that is the effect of society! They’ve normalised it to the point where you see no wrong in it at all, and people throw out the same arguments about canines, evolution, B12, the food chain, etc in order to justify this behaviour when confronted about it, but after all of these arguments have been refuted (easily, I promise you, spare yourself the time), it always boils down to ‘I don’t really know why I eat animals, but it tastes good’.

The answer is, that you eat animals because society tells you to, it tells you that you need meat to be healthy, despite a vegan diet containing every single nutrient your body needs, and despite a vegan diet vastly reducing your chances of contracting all the biggest medical killers (heart disease, cancer, strokes, diabetes, etc).
It tells you that vegans are weak and pathetic, despite the emergence of vegan, world class athletes now being a daily occurrence.
And mostly, it tells you that eating dead animals is necessary, despite the fact that as there were thousands of other hobbies for me to choose from, there are millions of other food sources for you to choose from.

And on top of that, you can still have everything you have now! You can have burgers, pizzas, hot dogs, barbecues, ice cream, cakes, brownies, fudge, I mean it when I say literally everything you have now.
And you’re likely sitting thinking ‘ew they’ll be vegan versions though’ but that is how society wants you to feel! The animal agricultural industries have paid big money into advertising and changing federal policy, specifically to make it seem like veganism is the unnecessary choice, that compassion and empathy are unnecessary and extreme, and that relentless killing and endless cruelty is perfectly normal.
Surely you can see the disconnect here, regarding society’s actions and society’s alleged beliefs.
Now I’m not asking you to go vegan (I am lol, but you don’t have to take my word for it), all I ask is that you take a step back, and evaluate. Look for the meat adverts, look how meat centric society actually is, and look for how society views vegans in general, and for what? Empathy? Compassion? Trying to make the world a better place?

And then simply do some research! YouTube has tons of educational videos, there are thousands of educational posts on tumblr if you follow vegan blogs. All I ask is that you do some research, and see which side of the story makes more sense to you.

I’m here to help if you need it! ✌️🌱

Monsta X reaction to some guys hitting on you while walking down the street

Shownu: Shownu is honest to god too much of a sweetheart to outright yell at the guys or violently confront them. He would just wrap a reassuring arm around your shoulder or maybe make you walk slightly in front of him so that he is covering you.

“Just keep walking baby”

Originally posted by allbout-starshiplanet

Wonho: Hoseok seems like harmless cutie but I feel like when it comes down to protecting his significant other he would be anything but passive.

“Those fuckers, I’m going to bash their faces in” 

“Babe, let’s just leave”

You would have to kind of drag him away from the group of rude guys.

Originally posted by wonhontology

Jooheon: Joohoney definitely has his more aggressive side. He would go up to the guy and get up in his face. Honestly, you would be kind of scared for the guy as you have never seen your boyfriend that angry.

“What the fuck did you just say to my girl?”

Originally posted by baptg

Kihyun: I feel like his reaction would depend heavily on how rude the guys are being. Like if it’s just some petty catcalling he would bring you closer and flip the group of guys off. But if it’s really excessive, to the point where you are highly uncomfortable, he would definitely try and fight them.

“Come on babygirl, let’s cross the street”

Originally posted by wonhobe

Minhyuk: Minhyuk only looks soft. I feel as though because of his sunshine personality a lot of people don’t see him as threatening but if a group of guys is shouting disgusting things at you as you walk down the street before you know Minhyuk is clutching the front of one of their shirts cursing him out.

“Bitch what the fuck did you just say to my woman?”

“Minhyuk calm down let’s just go”

“Go, after what he said to you? hell no”

Originally posted by gifsmonstax

Hyungwon: is lowkey threatening and intimidating as fuck. He wouldn’t even have to get in anyone’s face. Like one side eye from him and all of the guys would be looking elsewhere.

“That’s what I fucking thought” he’d say, shaking his head in disgust as the group of guys looked away in fear.

Originally posted by 24k

Changkyun: He doesn’t seem like the confrontational type and honestly you wouldn’t want him reacting to those guys anyway. He would simply interlock his fingers with your and guide you away from the situation.

“God those guys are assholes”

“it’s okay, I have the most amazing guy protecting me”

“They’re still assholes”

Originally posted by garisanee

-Admin Jen

I feel so bad! college is getting worse and worse each semester as far as work load and difficulty of classes which is why I have been on such a long hiatus/ Plus I am rushing this semester so I’m even busier between class, work, and Greek life events. Please forgive me (T_T). I will do my best to post more often!

Credit to gif owners! thank you for making great gifs!

Comfort

This is my first attempt on writing a fanfic and it’s requested, inspired and edited by @profiler-in-training ^^

Originally posted by classydepablo

After a day or two into the investigation of a murder case of two boys between the ages of 10 and 15 who died with what appeared to be a heart attack, the team faced a dead end. Gibbs decided to call everyone to assemble. “Now you guys know that we’re facing a dead end, and you know how I feel about dead ends, so I suggest we revisit the scene of the crime to and see if we can find anything else that’s gonna help us catch this bastard,” Gibbs snapped with a angry scowl. You had worked for NCIS for four months and never had you seen Gibbs that angry over a case. This must have hit home with him with the two young boys involved. You decided to speak up. “Can we stop by my place so that I can grab my file for the case? I left it there when I left in a hurry, and I have some extra stuff that may be helpful.” Honestly, you didn’t want it to sound like you were forgetful, but truth was, you’d had a thing for him since you started working there. In order for you to try to make his mind wander to something else so he could calm down, you figured a diversion was in order. To make things worse, you had a boyfriend and that’s what was stopping you from showing you emotions too much in front of Gibbs. Bummer. However, you truly did love your boyfriend. “Sure, why not. Let’s go, let’s go. We don’t have any time to waste.” Gibbs gave you a look, but he has always seemed to be a bit more lenient with you. You went inside the elevator to go down to the parking lot, and Gibbs offered to drive the team’s van. The huge van with the NCIS logo used to intimidate you. Sometimes when you passed by the district, you saw it passing by and wondered when it would be you in that van. With that thought in mind, you glanced out of your window and saw that you had arrived. You open the door, followed by Gibbs and the team. Walking to your apartment, you stopped in your tracks. You glanced at your apartment door, and saw your boyfriend, Nick, with another girl. Not knowing what to do or say, you stayed quiet not wanting the tears to fall. Gibbs saw how you were reacting, and followed your eyes. “Is that your boyfriend, Jo?” He said, holding your upper arm. All you could do was nod as you let a tear fall. He let out an angry grunt and ran forward and grabbed Nick’s collar and shouted at him “How can you treat her like that? Don’t you know that you have an amazing girlfriend who’s smart, kind and loving? Why the hell would you cheat on her?” Nick stayed quiet. “ANSWER ME,” Gibbs yelled, yanking his collar. Nick gave him some smart comment and Gibbs punched him in his face. You quickly rushed over to them and pulled Gibbs away before he could do anymore damage. “Gibbs, stop, he’s not worth it,” you started, only to have him cut you off. “Why are you defending him? He cheated on you with another girl, show some emotion! It pisses me off, so I’m sure it pisses you off!” He yelled. Your now ex-boyfriend smirked and walked away with a nose bleed and that girl he was with. And with that, you started the water works and sobbed into his chest, grabbing his shirt. He hugged you and put a hand on your back to soothe you. “Oh Jo, I’m sorry I took my anger out on you. It’s his loss for not realizing how good of a woman you are and not treasuring you,” he admitted. Truth to be told, Gibbs also had a thing for you, he just didn’t really show it. He kept it professional at work since he knew that you had a boyfriend. But right now, to calm you down, he showed all his emotions he didn’t have the courage to show you when he saw you for the first time. After a few minutes, you calmed down and muttered a thank you to Gibbs. He looked you in the eye and thought that since he had just  practically showed you that he cared for you, he decided to go all out and lean into you and give you a kiss. He slowly pulled away. “What was that for?” You asked, bewildered. “It’s for all the times I saw you and couldn’t show you how much I have adored you since I first met you,” he said, leaning down and kissing the top of your head.

JEALOUS - TAEHYUNG

Type: angst/fluff

You were tucking your young daughter into bed, satisfied that you finally got her settled down. She had just turned four and she had so much energy all the time that you were always relieved when she was finally asleep. That night was also the first time in a couple weeks that your husband, Taehyung, was home before you were already passed out from exhaustion. He’d been staying late at the studio with the rest of BTS trying to get their new album recorded for their next comeback. You were glad you were finally getting a chance to spend some time with him.

~Meanwhile~

Taehyung was sitting on the couch in the living room watching some dumb show on television. He was waiting for you to come back from putting your daughter to bed so you could watch a movie and enjoy each other’s company.

Suddenly your phone buzzed on the table next to him. He knew he shouldn’t snoop, but it might have been someone from your work needing something important (at least that’s how he justified his curiosity). He looked at the screen to see a message from Yoongi. Yoongi? Why were you texting his bandmate?

He unlocked your phone (knowing you password because you trusted him with it) and started scrolling through the conversation. As he skimmed more than a hundred messages he felt anger bubbling in his gut. What was with the winky faces and hearts Yoongi was sending you? He didn’t want to read anymore.

You entered the room just as he was locking your phone and setting it back on the table while trying to control his anger.

“Finally, she’s asleep!” you said triumphantly, plopping down next to him on the couch and pulling his arm around your shoulders. “She was such a handful today. What movie are we gonna watch?”

Taehyung didn’t reply, and you noticed his jaw clenching and unclenching, the telltale sign that he was angry about something.

“Is something wrong?” you asked.

“Why are you texting Yoongi,” he responded, refusing to make eye contact.

“Oh, did he text me back?” You reached across Taehyung to grab your phone off the table. “He’s been helping me with those songs I’ve been writing. You know the ones I started working on last October? He wants to help me produce them.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were working with him?”

“We only started talking last week. I was gonna tell you but you’ve been at the studio so much I hardly see you.”

He finally met your eyes with his own glare. “If all he’s been doing is helping you with music, why are you flirting?”

“Flirting?” You were taken aback. Was Tae jealous of you talking to his friend?

“Don’t play dumb. He’s been sending you hearts and winks and all kinds of other shit!”

“They didn’t mean anything! He was just being friendly.”

Taehyung stood up. “Yeah just being friendly. Right.” He grabbed your phone from you and scrolled up to a specific message. “‘It’s been really fun working with you, Y/N. Do you wanna meet for lunch sometime this week so we can discuss some of the songs?’”

He looked at you, his stare a mix of fury and hurt. You’d never seen him this angry.

“I can’t believe you think I’m flirting with him,” you said with disgust.

“I don’t know what to think, Y/N! That sounded like he was asking you on a date to me.”

“Do you honestly think he would ask me on a date? We’ve been married for five years, Taehyung! We have a four year old! Yoongi isn’t an idiot, he wouldn’t ask out a married woman and mother on a date!” You shook your head at him and looked into his eyes. “And don’t you trust me not to cheat on you?”

He didn’t say anything, just stared at you. Soon his pained eyes left yours to look at the doorway behind you. You turned and saw your little girl standing there watching you. She didn’t understand what was going on with Mommy and Daddy, but she had a worried look on her face.

“Oh, baby you should be in bed,” you said, changing your tone of voice immediately to offer some comfort to the child. You walked over to her and scooped her into your arms. “Mommy and Daddy were just having a grown up conversation. Everything’s okay. I’m sorry we woke you up.”

She buried her face in your neck as you turned to give your husband a look that said “look what you’ve done, you woke her up.” He immediately walked over to you.

“Let me take her,” he said with his arms out. “I’ll get her back in bed.”

You were angry with him, but exhaustion was really starting to kick in so you handed her over. He tried to give you a small apologetic smile as he carried her off to her bedroom.

You sighed deeply and plopped yourself back on the couch. While you laid there you could hear Taehyung giggling with your daughter as he told her a story. You couldn’t possibly be angry with him when he was taking care of her.

You closed your eyes and slowly drifted to sleep, listening to the muffled voices of your family through the walls. You’d just have to work out your issues with Tae after you’d gotten some rest.

2

November 7, 2017 - Detention😐


Today my mother called me at work and told me that Kris had after school detention. When she told me that I was stunned because Kris never got in trouble so I didn’t know if I should be angry or not.

I left work early to have a principal conference with the principal of the school and talk about why Kris had detention. He got detention because these older kids were bullying another kid that was smaller than them and when Kris seen that, he pulled down the bullies’ pants. The principal said that she didn’t really want to give him detention but she knew that she had to be fair about that situation. Honestly I call BS though. You punish the kid that stop the bullies? The whole situation kind of pissed me off.

After his detention, I picked him up and I could tell that he thought I was angry at him. I told him that I wasn’t angry. I was proud of him for standing up to a bully. He told me that he would never do it again. He said the only reason why he did it was because nobody else was not helping. Not even the teachers. I told him that it’s okay to get involved with bullies if the teacher is not doing anything to help. He was so happy that I wasn’t angry and that I understand him.

Trapped Alexander x Reader

Smiling brightly, you adjusted your pale blue skirts and wandered downtown through the commons, the only place you knew your father would never go. A red coat supporter and an abusive asshole, not to mention rich and hoity-toity. He almost never left the estate, although you did managed to sneak out sometimes, thank god. 

“Y/N!” You turned, you smile growing brighter as you noticed Alexander and his friends approaching you, smiles on all of their faces. Mulligan elbowed Alex, who brushed him off as he hurried to stand in front of you. “It’s good to see you again.” 

“And you, Alex.” God, his smile was so bright it just melted your heart.

“You just saw each other yesterday!” The group burst into laughter at the comment along with your own and Alex’s chuckles. “In fact, you meet here every day except sundays. If I recall, that’s the reason you drag us along, Hamilton.” Shrugging, you regarded his friends in earnest, suddenly feeling your heart squish a little. Did they not like you? Not many people like you, as you had found out…

“Let’s go, Y/N, I want to show you the new garden.” Smiling and accepting your lovers hand, the two of you strolled along, smiling and telling jokes and just thoroughly enjoying each other’s presence. Leave it to Alex to cleanse our mind of your terrible thoughts.

The two of you sat down on a bench at the corner, flowers nearby and a gentle breeze blowing in where you overlooked the bay.  Your hands entwined, you didn’t think you could get any happier. Smiling, you reached a hand upward to pick a fruit from the apple tree overhead when you heard Alexander gasp. Looking at your arm, you realized the bruises and the nasty cut you had received were visible, you quickly retreated and stared at the grass, the sun no longer feeling quite so warm on your back. 

“Are you alright?” Keeping your eyes on the ground, you tried to pull away from Alex’s hands suddenly tugging your sleeve down, but his gentle grip was still firm, and you couldn’t pull away. “Who did this to you?” His voice had gone dangerously soft, and as you looked up, you saw his face, darkened by anger. Honestly, you had never seen him so angry and it scared you. Your father wasn’t a stupid man, when he hit you he did it in places that wouldn’t be seen. But here was your lover, having found out your darkest secret and you were utterly terrified. 

“I…my father arranged a courtship with a british soldier…” So far, not a lie. This next part made you feel terrible, though. “And he, the soldier, didn’t like how I wasn’t very interested in him…and he took it out on me.” Alexander’s hands left yours, and suddenly his tight grip was on your shoulders, staring intently into your eyes. If possible, he looked even more angry than before. He was past furious at this point, he was livid. 

“What’s his name.” It wasn’t a question, it was a demand. That you refused to respond to.

“Alex-”

“No. I will destroy him for what he’s done to you.” That serious look in his eyes was frightening you even more.

“Alex, he’s gone now. He’s was moved to Boston.” Also true. Alexander’s grip loosened slightly on your shoulders, however he didn’t look satisfied. After searching your face for a few moments, he pulled you into a tight embrace. Smiling despite yourself, you hugged him back and smiled. He pulled back and placed a sweet kiss on your lips. Just as you started to melt into it, you heard a loud yell behind you. Oh, no. Pulling back hurriedly, you tried to hide your face in Alexander’s chest. Confused, but ever the protective one, he pulled you closer to him, giving you a sense of security and also helping to hide your face further.

“Alexander Hamilton, isn’t it? Here you are, out and about with some tramp. I must congratulate you on your complete disregard for the King.” Feeling your face flush and Alex stiffen, you prayed to god your father couldn’t recognize you.

“I don’t disregard the King, if anyone has stopped paying attention, it’s you. He has taxed us for long enough without representation, it’s time for his tyranny to end. You have to be blind not to see what’s been going on, or you’re an absolute idiot.” Suddenly, Alexander was yanked away from you and you heard a fist colliding with skin and you screamed, pulling Alexander away from your father in terror. 

“Y/N?! What are you doing with this ruffian?! Sullying our good name?!” Shaking, you felt yourself torn away from him as you let out a choked sob, knowing better than to refuse your father. You sent Alex a pleading glance, hoping he wouldn’t interfere. As he began to chase after you, you were roughly shoved into the carriage and it took off, your father glowering at you from the corner.

Shivering, you let out a choked sob as you curled up, doing your best not to move and so brush the fresh wounds littering your body. Currently you were locked in your room, the door locked from the outside.Trying your hardest not to cry, you could still feel the tears running down your cheeks. Unsure how long it would be until your father would let you out or come back.

Weeks. Days. You had lost track. You were weak and hungry, barely receiving enough food to stay alive, although thankfully your father hadn’t come back. You hoped Alexander was alright, you hoped he didn’t think you didn’t love him. Although at this point, maybe it would be best. You doubted you’d live to see his face again. A single tear dripping down your face, you tried the window for the thousandth time, to find that it still wouldn’t budge. 

Sliding to your knees with tears of frustration once again pouring from your eyes, you banged your fist against the window once it frustration. Dropping your head to rest against the cool glass, you winced as you felt the bruise on your cheek touch the cold glass. A thump hit the window and you chuckled lightly. Did you have to hit the window so much? Another thump and your eyes shot open. You hadn’t hit the window.

Looking up, you saw Alexander in the tree outside your window, concerned. He mimed the motion of lifting up the window, and you shook your head. He slammed his hand against the thin air and you tilted your head in confusion. He did it again, hitting the window before mouthing ‘rock’ at you. What? Wait, break the window! 

Frantically searching through your room, you find  your letter opener. Then, realizing something, you grab a traveling case and quickly stuff some clothes into it along with your purse filled with money (your father had given you spending money, he didn’t want his daughter to look poor), grabbing the letter opener and smashing the window. Not waiting even a beat, you fling the suitcase to the ground and Alex pulls you into the tree, helping you down before grabbing the case and your hand and running for dear life.

After miles of running, you find yourself in the square of New York. It was quiet and peaceful, everyone having gone to bed. He led you to his house, locking his door behind him. You turn to him only to find him dropping the case and pulling you into a hug. Relief and security washes over you and he pulls  away, observing the bruises on your face and arms, his face darkening once more. “You should have told me your father was doing this to you.” Ignoring his remark, you searched his eyes in desperation.

“Why did you come for me, Alexander?” He pulled away so that he was only holding your two hands as he spoke, a slight tinge of disbelief in his tone.

“I hadn’t seen you, and when I asked my friends and then around, no one had. I remembered your bruises and I realized it had to be your father doing this to you, so I came to get you. I can’t let anyone hurt you.” Pulling you back into a bone crushing hug, one hand moved to hold your head lightly to his chest as you sobbed gently against him. “No one will ever hurt you again. I promise.”

Valentine’s Nightmare

A/n: In honour of Valentine’s Day I decided to write a little something :) Now since I’m an angst hoe I incorporated that here because YAS gimme that drama haha. I hope you guys like it and please tell me what you think??? Whether you liked it all or maybe a specific boy’s? Inspired by multiple talented writers! I love you beautiful humans ❤️


TRIGGER: Swearing and mentioning of death


Ashton:

It was Ashton and I’s first year anniversary today and it just so happens to be Valentine’s Day as well. Now listen, I’m not that into Valentine’s Day like most girls. Why just spend one day showing how much you love someone when you could do that everyday? It makes no sense to me and I’m glad Ashton felt the same way. So we just celebrate our anniversary and since this was our first I was beyond excited. I’ve been planning this day for awhile now so everything would be perfect. Some dinner at our favourite restaurant, late night star gazing, fireworks at the local carnival, and a little desert for later if you know what I mean. I knew Ash had some recording to do today so I expected him to be a little late as I waited at the restaurant for him.

2 hours past and nothing.

Not even a phone call or simple text message saying “hey babe I can’t make it tonight sorry.”

Nothing.

The embarrassment I felt was humiliating to say the least. Everyone was with someone sharing this day of love and celebrating it with someone dear to them. Except me. The couple by the window was staring at me with pity in their eyes the whole time I was there. I gave them a slight smile while I got up and left.

Ashton knew how long I had been waiting for this day. He fuckin knew how excited I had been. But he didn’t even have the decency to tell me he couldn’t make it.

It was 10 when I got back home just ready to go to sleep and forget this horrible anniversary. Well, I guess it wasn’t really an anniversary if one party wasn’t even there right.

I took my hard worked makeup off and slipped into some pj’s, disregarding Ashton’s ACDC shirt I always wore to bed. As I turned the light off I heard the door open. Oh wow. Now you’re here.

“Babe,” he said rushing into the room, “I am so sorry darling my phone died and I didn’t have a charger so I couldn’t tell you that we were gonna be a little late with the recording.” He panted out like he just ran a marathon.

I stayed quiet. I just wanted to go to sleep and not deal with all this shit right now. I was pissed but more so hurt at the fact that he couldn’t even reserve one little night for me. His girlfriend. The one who always understood why he does what he does with the band. The one who understands the life he lives. The one who doesn’t complain because at the end of the day, he’s hers and she’s his.

But now, I’m starting to feel like not even a second priority, more like a fuckin 50th.

“Hey y/n.” He spoke with desperation lacing his voice. “I know your pissed but I need you to talk to me baby. I can’t go to sleep with you angry at me like this.”

I slowly got up and sat in bed with Ashton right in front of me by my feet. “I’m not mad.” I reply. “Well I was in the beginning obviously, I mean what girl wouldn’t be when her boyfriend gives two shits about her.”

Hurt flashed his eyes as I looked at him. “Listen I-”

“No.” I interrupted because I had to let this out. It’s now or never. “Ash, I understand why you were late. Trust me I do and you know that.” He nodded looking at me and remembering all the times he told me he had something to do with the band and that he’ll make it up to me.

I continued, “Nowadays I feel like I’m not even a priority to you Ash. I love the band and I love what you do because when your happy I feel happy too and as cliché as that just fuckin sounded it’s true. You love the band and the music and your fans but I think it’s time for me to be loved too.” I whispered, voice cracking with the tears that were soon about to fall.

He looked so hurt I couldn’t even look at him as I spoke the words I knew would break his heart. “Maybe we should go our separate ways. You continue with the band and I’ll find something eventually right.” I laughed a humourless laugh.

“Tell me when your ready to actually be in a relationship Ashton. Maybe then we can see if things will work out.” I said as I got up and left before I broke down completely in front of the boy who I thought was the one for me.


Michael:

Relationships were hard. To say the least. I knew getting into one with Michael would be hard work but I did not think it would drain me like this. Lately, we haven’t been ourselves. Instead of him coming home and wrapping his arms around me while I ran my fingers through his hair relaxing him from the day’s hard work, we now exchange a simple “hi” and “how was work”. That’s it.

It was like two strangers living in a house who were once so madly in love that now it felt like all of that never existed. And that’s what hurt the absolute most. I can’t keep living with him like this and acting like everything was okay when both of us knew that it wasn’t.

So that’s why I packed my suitcase ready for my flight back home. I know it’s Valentine’s Day and what a great way to spend it right. But I couldn’t be with him this day because I knew it wasn’t going to be anything like our last Valentine’s Day. The day he told me he was in love with me. Time just flies by doesn’t it. I knew Michael wouldn’t be home until 7 so I booked my flight for 5. Not like he would care anyway right.

As I made my way down the stairs I heard the doorknob jiggle and my heart stopped.

Shit.

I could see that red hair from a mile away. Michael came in and closed the door but not before noticing me standing there at the top of the stairs with my suitcase, eyes wide and filled with sadness.

“What the fuck.” He spoke angrily. “What are you doing y/n?” He came up the stairs and took my suitcase from me rolling it back inside our room.

“Fuck.” I whispered closing my eyes and looking up at the ceiling. This was not supposed to happen. But of course with my luck I should have expected it.

I followed him to our room and saw him pacing back and forth, running his hands through his now tangled hair. He looked at me with confusion and anger flashing his eyes.

“Okay so you’re clearly pissed-” I began.

“Pissed!?” He screamed. “Were you really just gonna get up and leave?”

I looked down not daring to meet his gaze. He walked towards me holding my arms. “What is going on sweetie?”

I brushed past him and went to get my suitcase. “You cannot honestly say that.” I spoke getting angry. “Why are you so fuckin pissed Michael! You should have seen this coming right?” I yelled dropping my suitcase and walking towards him.

“We never talk anymore, we never cuddle anymore, hell I can’t even remember the last time you told me you loved me!” I pushed on his chest but with my weak ass arms he barely moved.

“I’m leaving because we both know that this,” I gestured in between us, “isn’t working out and I want to get out before I start hating you Mike.” I whispered the anger subsiding and pain taking its place.

“So just let me go okay. It’s better for the both of us and you know it.” I got my stuff and walked towards the door but only a short distance until Michael grabbed my waist and picked me up carrying me back inside yet again.

“Okay seriously dude what the-”

But I couldn’t finish my sentence because I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time. His lips were on mine and I couldn’t deny the feelings I felt every time he kissed me. I moved my lips with his, placing my arms around his neck and playing with the nape of his hair.

He pulled away his forehead touching mine, “I know we’ve been going through some shit but I promise you baby that I have never stopped loving you okay?” He said while gently caressing my cheek. “I know how you feel but you can’t just walk out on me like that y/n. You can’t. It’s not fair to me.”

I looked into his eyes seeing the genuine hurt and fear of me actually leaving him and my heart broke a little.

“We can make this work. I promise you that just give me one more chance y/n.”


Calum:

One tradition Cal and I always did at the end of every Valentine’s Day was go to the ice cream shop by our apartment. It had the BEST cookie dough flavour in the world which is my ultimate weakness. Calum and I sat down in our regular seating by the windows watching the hustle of people in the city go by us while the sun was setting painting colours of red, orange, and yellow in the clear skies of Sydney.

The waitress snapped our attention from the beautiful scenery, “Hi what would you like to order today?” She smiled sweetly at Calum.

“One cookie dough and one rocky road please.” I smiled at her but she flipped me off staring straight at Calum.

“Wow that’s a really cute jacket babe.” She spoke directly to him. Um okay then.

“Oh thanks! My girlfriend here got it for me.” Cal smiled over at me but my gaze was still fixated on the attention seeking girl in front of us.

“What material is this?” She ignored his comment and started touching the jacket and feeling him up basically. Okay seriously does she not see we’re a fuckin couple?

“Listen can we just get our order already?” I hissed with clear jealousy but I didn’t give two fucks. She was starting to piss me off. Who touches someone’s man like that?

She finally acknowledged me and replied “Oh right sorry of course.” And with a wink to my boyfriend she swayed her hips away.

Calum looked at me with clear amusement in his eyes. “Doll.” He said getting my attention back on him. “Stop.”

I sighed looking over at him. “Seriously Cal what the fuck was that? She was obviously flirting with you!”

“And was I flirting back?” He questioned. “Well no you weren’t but you didn’t even try to stop it.” I answered looking back out the window.

“Hey.” He grabbed my hand over the table. “Can you please look at me?” I finally look over at him and see his soft, beautiful eyes staring back into mine.

“You’re literally the only girl I’ve actually ever loved and if you think some chick in a one size too small shirt is going to make me change my mind about us, you could never be more wrong.” He smiled at me with that gorgeous smile which still made me get butterflies every time.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and smiled back. “I know I know babe I’m sorry. It’s just that sometimes I get scared you know?” I’ve never been the most secure girl in myself but when Calum came into my life I tried. I tried to love myself as much as he loved me but sometimes it’s hard to see what he sees when I look in the mirror everyday.

A look of understanding flashed his eyes as I said those words. “You never have to feel like that doll. I am in love with you and no one else. At the end of the day, I am always going to come back to you because you’re my girl. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in someone and I still can’t believe that I ended up with such an amazing person like you. So please stop thinking things like that y/n.”

I rolled my eyes at his corny ass speech and he saw it but he knew deep down inside that when he said things like that it made me feel better. I may not show my emotions very well and say that I don’t like cheesy sayings but sometimes words of affirmation can really help. This is why I love Calum. He knew that every time I say “stop saying such corny things” he continues because he knows that somewhere inside me I actually like that stuff. Whether I admit it or not.

“Thanks Cal.” I spoke softly. “You’re such a sap but I still love you anyway.” I leaned over the table and gave him a sweet kiss pulling back all too soon when our ice cream came. I didn’t even look at her anymore because I knew that Calum only had eyes for me and I did for him too. Holy shit how’d I get so lucky?


Luke:

I hated Valentine’s Day. I absolutely loathed it. It wasn’t because I was single or anything because I have a wonderful boyfriend, Luke. It was because last year on this very day I lost my grandma. She passed away on the day that is filled with love and care for the ones close to you. Devastating is an understatement as to how I felt that day.

But then Luke came along and things started to change. In the best way possible. He helped me get through everything and was the sweetest as can be when he heard what had happened. I couldn’t have been more thankful for him in my life.

However, today was the day and I knew it was coming for awhile now. I just didn’t want to talk to anyone at all. Including Luke. I wanted to shut everyone and everything out for the time being. The pain and sorrow was too much for me and I just needed to cry and let everything out. I hated crying in front of Luke because it made me feel weak and embarrassed even thought I had no reason to be. And he knew that. He knew I could shut people out just like that but he didn’t want to be one of those people. He wanted to help me and comfort me because he loved me.

But that can be harder than it seems.

I sat in my bed after a full out crying fest and stared straight ahead at the wall in front of me. Memories of my grandma flashed in my head and I could feel a wave of tears building its way up. I heard the door close but didn’t say anything. I knew who it was. He’s been checking up on me every so often.

He placed a bowl of soup beside me and looked at me. “Hey bub.” He gently moved a stray piece of hair from my face. “I really need you to eat something for me okay?”

I stayed silent. I just needed him to leave.

“Please leave.” I whispered barely audible. But he heard. Of course he did. I looked over at him and I could see the worry in his eyes as he took in my disheveled appearance and bloodshot, puffy eyes.

“I will baby but just please eat-”

I stood up and pushed him away from me. “I said just fuckin leave Luke! I don’t want you here so stop trying!” I screamed letting everything out.

He got up and was about to hold my hand but I backed away. “Don’t fuckin touch me. I don’t want to eat anything okay? I just want to be alone.” My voice cracked and I hoped he hadn’t heard. I began to walk away again when I felt his hand hold my wrist, preventing me from moving any further. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I turned around and buried my face in his chest letting all the tears fall out once again.

He knew that whenever I said I wanted to be alone I meant the exact opposite. He knew never to leave me alone because knowing me, I would probably do something I would regret the next day.

“Shhh it’s okay bub.” He spoke. “I got you okay? I always have you. You can let me in baby. I promise that I will always stay. You’re not getting away from me that easily.” I could feel the smile in his voice and I looked up at him, vision blurred from the tears still falling. “I didn’t mean that Luke. I don’t want you to leave I love you too much you know that right? I’m sorry.” I looked down ashamed but I felt him hold my chin up so I was looking at him again.

“Never say that again. I never want to hear that y/n. This is all natural and plus that’s what I’m here for right? To help you get through days like this. That’s what people do when they are in love. I’m not letting you go honey. You’re stuck with me for life.” He chuckled. And I smiled. A genuine smile. Only he could make me do that at a time like this. I knew that as long as I had Luke by my side, everything would eventually be okay. Despite the pure amount of shit I was feeling right now, I knew that he could always take that away with just his presence. I am utterly in love with him.

“Thank you Luke. I love you.” I wrapped my arms around his middle and we continued in that position until I felt him put his arms under my legs and lift me up bridal style leading me to the living room where I knew we would spend the rest of the day watching movies and talking to get my mind off everything. He truly is a work of art isn’t he?

This Isn't High School Part 7 - FratBoy!Calum

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The water is too hot for your skin, but you don’t care. You need the feel of the scalding heat to wash away the night before. You’d only kissed Liam, but you felt wrong. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw Calum’s face as you’d pulled away from the other boy. The look in his eyes was imprinted in your mind. You thought acting as though you didn’t care about him would eventually make it true. You didn’t want to care, you wanted to be able to go out and kiss other guys, but you’d now realised that you couldn’t. The entire time, your only thought was: he isn’t Calum.

-

“Mate, stop looking at your phone” Ash’s voice is gentle.

“Can I fix this?” Calum’s eyes don’t leave the screen showing him all the messages you hadn’t replied to.

“I honestly don’t know” his friend shrugs, not knowing how to respond. He’d never seen Calum like this. Even in the short time he’d known him, he’d never have expected Cal to have fallen so hard for somebody.

“Why the fuck did she kiss him?” He asks for the tenth time.

“She doesn’t like him, Cal” Mike frowns, “that wasn’t what that was. I think she was making a point.”

“Well, she fucking made it.” He almost growls.

“You can’t be angry at her” Ash shoots back.

“I’m angry at myself, I messed this up and I don’t know how to fix it. She’s stubborn, she isn’t going to listen to me” he runs a hand through his hair.

“I don’t know what to suggest” Ashton sighs after a pause, “I don’t know what you can do, because honestly? I wouldn’t forgive you.”

“Cheers, mate” Calum mutters under his breath.

“I’m just being honest” he shrugs, “we’re out for Jack’s birthday tonight. She’ll be there, just wait and see what happens.”

-
You’d managed avoid Calum all night, instead, focusing on Molly’s love life.

“I like Mikey” she chews on her lip.

“He likes you” you laugh.

“No, he doesn’t” she frowns.

“He does, he told me” you figure she might as well know.

“What?! Are you being serious?!” Her face shoots round to yours.

“Yeah, he said it ages ago”

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” She screeches.

“Because you were talking about shagging Ash so I didn’t think it’d be appropriate!”

“That’s why you told me to stay away from Ashton” she realises.

“Yep. I’m a good friend” you nod once.

“Debatable”

“Rude”

“Ok, so Mike. What should I do?” She finishes her drink and take yours from you.

“Just go and talk to him, mate” you try to take your drink back, but her grip is like a vice.

“About what?” She actually looks nervous.

“I don’t bloody know, just go and say something” you push her in his direction.

“Okay, okay! I’m going!” She slips through the crowd towards him.

“He keeps looking at you and I hate it” Calum appears at the side of you as soon as Molly has left, his hand on the small of your back. Your skin tingles where he touches. You look to where Liam is stood, his eyes meeting yours.

“It’s nothing to do with you. I’m nothing to do with you” you breathe out shakily.

“Yes, you are” he shakes his head.

“No, I don’t want it if it’s like this” you don’t want to be someone’s secret.

“I’m sorry, baby” Calum murmurs, his hand gripping your hip.

“Don’t call me that” you swallow as you try to concentrate on the conversation, rather than his thumb that is rubbing slow, deliberate circles on your hip.

“I hate this” his eyes are focused on yours.

“You caused this” your laugh is humourless.

“I know, I panicked about people’s reactions”

“Well, that makes me feel great. If you’re done..” You begin to pull away.

“No, don’t, please” his hand catches yours.

“Cal, we weren’t anything”

“Thats bullshit” he looks angry, “Yes, we were. We still could be. I panicked, but I won’t do that again. I’ve lost you once, I’m not risking it a second time.”

“How do I know you’re not just saying that?”

“Because I hope you know I’m telling the truth. We can go home right now, I’ll drive us and we’ll hold a town meeting to tell people.” He begins to pull you to towards the door.

“I don’t think they’d appreciate that at nearly 2am” you laugh, stopping him from moving anymore.

“I’m sorry” his voice serious.

“I don’t know how I feel” you admit after a pause, “I can’t think straight when you’re this close to me. You’re very good looking, you know?”

“I know” he nods, seriously, hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“This isn’t…we’re not okay, Cal” you explain, “I’m just…giving you a chance”

“I know that, and I will prove to you that I mean what I say. I’m yours, Y/N.” his hand comes up to your cheek, lifting your chin until his lips are hovering over yours.

“You sure you want that?” You swallow.

“Yes. I just want you.” He whispers, before his mouth meets yours. You couldn’t help but think that this felt right. Despite everything, his lips against yours felt like they belonged there.

“Can we leave?” You murmur against him lips.

“You know I’m never going to say no to that” he grins, lacing his fingers through yours, “wait, I need to get the house key from Mike.”

“Okay, I’ll find Molly and tell her we’re going” you nod, separating from him.

“He really likes you, you know” you find Ash leaning against the bar as he waits for another drink.

“I’m not talking about this” you brush the hair away that’s sticking to his face.

“You’re so lovely ” His eyes look unfocused.

“Are you going to be okay if we leave?”

“I’m a big boy, Y/N” he laughs.

“Shut up and answer the question”

“Yes, mum, I’ll be fine” he rolls his eyes, “I’m glad Cal changed his mind about you. I never understood why he said the things he did when I first met him” Ashton adds, unthinkingly. The alcohol has clearly affected the filter in his brain.

“What do you mean?” Your brow furrows.

“Just like what he used to say about you. I’m glad it changed, because you’re really great together” he takes the drink handed to him.

“Ash, what did he used to say about me?” Your eyes harden.

“Fuck, nothing, Y/N” he sobers up as he hears the tone in your voice, “ignore me. I just mean because you didn’t like him and he knew that.”

“You’re a bad liar, Irwin” you take the drink from him, “tell me what you’re talking about.”

“Oh my god, I had to prise Mike away from Molly to get the key. When did that even happen?!”
Calum appears beside you, “you ready to go?”

“What did you say about me to Ashton?” You pull your hand away as he tries to take hold of it.

“What?” There’s panic in his eyes.

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean..“ Ashton begins.

"Stop, Ash” you turn to him briefly, “Cal. What did you say about me to Ashton when you first met him?”

“Y/N, it isn’t important” he swallows, “can we go, please?”

“Well, I’m going” you turn and walk towards the door.

“Y/N!” He chases after you, “it was nothing, okay? I didn’t know you and said some stupid comments, that’s all.”

“What did you say?” You stop, suddenly, and turn to face him.

“I…”

“Tell me” you insist.

“Ash commented that you were hot. I laughed and told him to stay away from you.” He sighs, “I didn’t know you and my mindset was still the same as in high school. I was stupid.”

“Is that all you said?” You can tell he’s hiding something.

“Yeah”

“You’re lying”

“I was an idiot, okay? It doesn’t matter. Please, just leave it” he can’t bring himself to repeat the words to you.

“No, I need to know”

“I said some stupid things, I didn’t mean them. I hate that I said them, I don’t want to even thing about it. You don’t want to hear it.” His eyes beg you to drop this.

“Tell. Me.”

“Okay, okay. You really want to hear the stupid, idiotic words I said?” he closes his eyes, “I called you a freak. I said he’d never get a good fuck from you, so you weren’t worth bothering with. I told everyone to avoid you, because you were some boring fuck I went to school with.”

“Nice” you laugh, more because you knew if you didn’t laugh, you’d cry.

“I was such a fucking idiot” his voice cracks, “I was obviously wrong. You mean so much to me. I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, you’ve said” you whisper.

“Please, say something”

“I don’t have anything to say. I’m done with this.” You turn away from him and move in the direction of your house.

“No! No, please don’t say that” you can hear the panic in his voice, “okay, you know everything. Every shitty thing I’ve said about you, every stupid thing I’ve done. I’ve messed up but I can still fix this. I’m different now.”

“Are you? Because only a few weeks ago, you avoided me in a bar because your friends were there.” You spin back around to face him.

“I panicked and messed up, I won’t do that again.”

“I can’t do this, Cal. I keep thinking we’re getting somewhere and then you hit me with something else!” You can feel the angry tears stinging your eyes, “I don’t want this.”

“Please, Y/N, please”

“I like you. I really fucking like you and you know that, which I hate. I hate how obvious it is that this is hurting me so much” you accept the tears falling down your cheeks.

“I don’t want to hurt you” he whispers, stepping towards you.

“Then leave me alone. I can’t handle this” you wipe the tears away, making a decision to try and forget him.

“If that’s really what you want” there’s defeat in his eyes, like he knows he’s lost you for good.

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