i honestly have never seen him so angry


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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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 💗

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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I Dare You To Kiss Him


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If I Could Do It All Over Again

Masterpost: {x}

Part: 7/16

Pairing: Hamliza

Inspiration: this drawing

Summary: After Alexander died, he realized the existence of reincarnation. While most didn’t believe in the possibility, Alexander was one of those special few who remembered everything in their past lives. Because of this, he spent almost all of his lives searching for his dear Eliza. As his lives went on, things began to seem hopeless, all until he runs into her one day in the most unexpected place.

Warning: unhealthy relationship, abusive tendencies, cussing

Word Count: 3,567

Dedication: @xfallingsnowx , I really enjoyed your insights!!

Tags: @bunny-yams , @ufo-pearl , @sullkid700 , @aswimmerlife , @nefarism , @mishaisakitten, @embershine0521, @tellchickfilaimqueer , @woahtherebuddyfriend , @gum-and-chips , @tinymugs , @waitwhat-24601 , @hell-yes-puns-and-ships , @jeffersonwiki , @burr-ito , @xfallingsnowx , @aswimmerlife , @bad-l-ands , @firejearthm ,  @cutebridge , @hamil-fandom , @pipindaae , @beafayette , @karmana-stevens-569 , @starfreckledlaurens , @thedisneyderp, @aleciamagic , @genericusernameblahblahblah

A/N: Tell me what you guys think! I really enjoyed the feedback from last chapter!

Eliza never expected Tench to be so intrusive. Only six years before, he was the nicest guy she’d met, and several people had said the same. Eliza didn’t know if she should’ve blamed his actions on them strictly being “fight or flight” or something else.

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novocaine-sea  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))

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. 


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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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!

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.

Feedback is always appreciated. Let me know if you want to be added to the tags list.

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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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.


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.


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.

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.


“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.”

smolraph  asked:

saphael; #41 “You did all of this for me?”

Author’s note: I changed ‘this’ to ‘that’ because I thought it would fit better!

Birthdays were a delicate subject in the vampire world.

Older vampires didn’t really have a problem with them. They didn’t mind celebrating them, and they didn’t mind not celebrating them. For them it was just an ordinary day, one that had lost its meaning in all the years they’d been immortal.

Other vampires made a big deal out of celebrating them, especially the big milestones. It was some kind of trophy for them, a prize. Look at how many years I have survived in a world built to destroy me.

The younger vampires though, those younger than a century, they didn’t even want to think about birthdays. For them, their birthday wasn’t proof of how tough, how much of a survivor they were. For them, it was a reminder that, though the world around them and all the people on it were aging, they were not. Birthdays reminded them that they may have left the mortal world, but loved ones were still roaming it. Getting older, getting closer to death, dying a bit more each year. And they would live forever. They would have to watch all the people the cared about die.

So, yeah, birthdays weren’t really a much appreciated subject amongst vampires.

Of course, Simon couldn’t have known that.

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

Happy endings are boring, right? I’m sorry. Parts 1, 2 & 3 are on my masterlist. Parts 4, 5 & 6 are here -





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.



“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.


“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.


“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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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


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.”


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.


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.


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.”


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?


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?

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You’re Dating & a Member of One Direction Hits on You and They Get Mad (Requested)

Note: Sorry for the long title… I’m taking requests! Send them in, just tell me which band. Also, please go vote in the poll on my blog  :)

Ashton: “Mate, Y/N’ s ass looks so good in those jeans.” Niall told him and Ashton immediately stiffened, his ora doing a complete 360. He didn’t even respond to him. Ashton furrowed his eye brows watching you walk around the room. “Oh hi Niall.” You smiled at him, sitting down next to Ashton, who’s face was turning red from being so mad. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you as close as possible. Ashton was  never  one to cause conflict or escalate drama, but when someone would even think about hitting  on you, it was   a different story. Niall nudged his arm, smirking and wiggling hi  eyebrows. Ashton head never turned so quickly, “Back off. Alright Niall?” He sounded calm, but deep down his blood was boiling. Niall’s face went white, never seeing him so mad. He didn’t respond, just got up and walked away, afraid that Ashton would rip his face off.

Michael: He was very protective of you. So when you bent over, giving  Harry a good view  of your breasts, he was  in no way having it. He saw the look in Harry’s eyes  and the smirk that grew on his face from the sight. “Really Harry?” The anger in his voice even made you look at him with wide eyes. “What?” Harry asked as if he didn’t even realize what he just did. “I saw you looking at her boobs.” Michael crossed his arms over his chest and Harry stood from the couch. You stayed standing  by the coffee table, not sure whether to run for cover or stay and watch. “I uh” “Harry I watched you with my own eyes. You literally were about to start drooling.” Harry ran a hand through his hair, “Sorry, I just-” “You were just being a perv? Yeah I know.” “I’ll just go now…” “Yeah,” Michael laughed dryly, “that’s probably a good idea.” He walked out of your house, avoiding eye contact with both you and Michael.

Luke: Louis didn’t realize he was standing right  behind him when he said it. “Did you see Y/N today? I’d like to see how she moves in the bedroom.” He laughed at the end, but Zayn nudged his shoulder, making  him turn around to see Luke not looking too happy. “Shit sorry mate, didn’t know you were right  behind me.” “Wouldn’t of stopped you from saying it though, would it?” Louis just looked at the ground and Zayn stood next to him awkwardly. Luke didn’t say more. He pushed past the two and found your dancing figure in the crowd. “Y/N let’s go we’re leaving.” He said, pulling on your arm to get you out of Louis’ view. “But I was having fun! Why are we leaving?” You were upset he was  making you leave. Luke didn’t reply though as he  pulled you to the exit shoot one last glance in Louis’ direction. “Because, I don’t like other guys looking at what’s only mine.”

Calum: “Hahah! That was a good one! I’m gonna go get a drink, anyone else?” You asked, standing from the couch. Liam shook his head and so did Calum. You walked off to the side of the dressing room where the table of drinks was. Liam tapped Calum’ s leg, “You got yourself a nice fit one don’t ya? I bet-” “You bet nothing because that’s my girlfriend your talking about dude.” He emphasized the “my” and  Liam shut his mouth. He knew how good looking you were and didn’t need someone else telling him. “I didn’t mean-” Calum cut him off again, “I don’t care what you meant, you’re done talking about my girlfriend and how fit she is.” Liam threw his hands up in defense. He had never seen Calum so angry, an  honestly neither had you. When you walked  back over, Liam had gotten up shooting you a sympathetic smile. You sat down, leaning against Calum’s side. You knew he was  mad, but there was no way you were going to have him relive that moment.

anonymous asked:

Oh Tara... I'm so angry that Harry's own fans are blaming him for everything. I mean, what is he suppose to do? He's already barely doing anything to make it look real. And honestly I much rather have Hendall looking bored and barely acknowledging each other than Elounor acting like a Disney couple, I really can't stand them anymore ugh. And I bet those people hating Harry will magically forget everything once the tour starts. Anyway, have a great day! You are amazing! xx

Never have I seen a bigger group of whining, immature, ungrateful, selfish people in my life. The speed with which they abandon Harry amazes me. If it’s hard for them, just IMAGINE how hard it must be for him. But they only care about what they want and how they want it and me me me. While I just sit here and shake my head at how absurd they are.

drabble, Revolution, Charloe

Wanted to write something 2x14'ish.  

As We Forgive Our Debtors

After Charlie released Monroe and Connor, and Duncan and her men had killed Gould and all of his guards, Duncan led them all back to her camp. Charlie fell back several paces before she veered off on her own, hoping no one would notice her absence. She needed to retrieve the rest of her clothing and her shoes, and she preferred to do it alone. She didn’t feel like answering questions or dealing with anyone’s looks of pity. 

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anonymous asked:

Hey Nicole, Wlto Solangelo's first fight after they get married. One of them is forced to sleep on the couch. Or better still one of them getting thrown out of their house. Like if its Nico he ends up at Piper and Jason's place or Annabeth and Percy's place at 5 fucking a.m. If it's Will he ends up at Lou's door. Rest is up to you.... ^^

under the cut yo

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sothinky  asked:

Ok, so your comment about that Blaine and communication post I wrote got me thinking about your fic in general, and now I'm wondering—when you think back to your earliest Glee fic, is there an aspect of how you characterized someone that's radically different from that character in canon now, as you understand them? Or a characterization that's "held up," if you will, through the seasons, if that makes sense?

Oh man, this is such a good and thinky question (appropriate, given your screenname), and all my good and thinky thoughts are dedicated to the paper I’m doing edits on today. But this is pretty much me-bait, so I’ll give it a stab and reserve the right to come back to it.

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