i hope my refrigerator is okay

From the Dining Table

This was heavily inspired by this song. don’t listen to it unless you want to think about your ex and possibly cry. I definitely didn’t cry lol.

I don’t know why I can only write post-break up!Finn but it is what it is. but it’s still very different from anything I’ve ever wrote. let me know what you think.

Finn Balor x OC

Maybe one day you’ll call and tell me you’re sorry, too. 

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

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Owned - pt 7

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

“Y/N.”

“Go away.” You mumbled through the door.

He turned the knob and entered, laying eyes on your body resting on the bed. “You need to come home.” He said.

It had been a couple of weeks since you got home. He let you stay with your mother to mourn but he knew you blamed him.

Every time he tried to touch you, you moved away. It just didn’t feel right anymore. He was the one that had kept you away. Now you understood what he meant when he used to talk about your lack of hatred towards him.

Now you tried your hardest not to hate him.

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Baby Too Soon

One-Shot request: Riley looking at Lucas with a child. I don’t know exactly what you had in mind, but this is what came to me. I hope it’s okay. 

update on chapter 2 of The Road Trip: I have one more scene to write. I’m struggling to find the words. It will be up to night, but really really late. 


It’s Monday evening and Maya and I are pacing my bedroom, my heart ready to explode. How did I get here? I’m a senior in high school, a few months away from graduation. I shouldn’t be in this situation. We were always safe, at least that’s what I thought. The two minutes seem to never end, but soon the buzzer goes off on my phone. Maya and I look at each other.

I slowly walk over my desk and pick up the little stick. I can feel my heart rate increase by the second. My eyes slowly look down, and that’s when I see two little pink lines staring back at me. I slowly walk over to the bay window not once looking up. I can hear Maya voice, but not her words.

“Riles,” she shakes my shoulders, and I’m shake my head softly.

“I’m, I’m pregnant,” I whisper. “What am I going to do? I’m still in high school with college right around the corner.”

“There are other options,” she says in a hush tone.

I shake my head, “No. I can’t. This is my baby. Mine and Lucas’,” my eyes widen. “Lucas. What about him? What if he doesn’t want this baby? What if he leaves?” Maya laughs, “This isn’t finny!”

“Sorry I thought you were joking,” she looks at me, and I roll my eyes. “Oh, you’re serious. You don’t realize how much he loves you, do you? Huckleberry is nuts about you. Don’t even get me started on the way he stares at you like you’re this goddess sent from above.”

I giggle softly as tears form in my eyes, “I’m scared, Maya.” She drapes her arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer.

“It’ll be okay. But you do need to tell Lucas. Your parents too,” my eyes widen, “but I would start with Lucas.”

“Riley?” I hear my dad yell from the hallway, and I shove the pregnancy test behind my back just as he walks in.

“Yes, dad?”

He looks at me, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I blink back a few tears before they can fall.

“Mrs. Benson from down the hall is on the phone, she wants know if you can babysit Caroline this Saturday.”

I nod, “Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Okay, well I’ll go ahead and tell her.” My dad leaves the room, and I reach to grab the stick.

My eyes stay glued to it, “I’m really pregnant.”

“You are,” Maya says, “But you aren’t alone. You’ll have me, Lucas, your parents. It’ll be okay.”I let it all soak in. This is real. I’m going to have a baby.

The rest of the week I do whatever I can to avoid everyone, but mostly Lucas. I’m scared to see him because I know I’ll let it spill, and despite what Maya said I don’t know how he is going to react. I’m scared that I’ll lose him, so for now I’ll pretend like nothing is going on.

Saturday comes, and I walk over to the Benson’s apartment. I’m actually excited to watch Caroline, she is just the cutest two-year-old. I lift my hand to knock on the door and a few second later a tall blonde brown eyed man opens the door.

“Riley, come in,” he steps back making room for me to walk inside.

“Hi, Mr. Benson,” I look around, “Where’s Caroline?”

“She’s right here,” I turn to see Mrs. Benson wearing a black knee length dress holding Caroline on her hip.

“Ri-ey!” Caroline shouts and Mrs. Benson sets her down and she runs to me.

I lift her up and spin, “Hi sweet Caroline.”

Mrs. Benson laughs walking over, “She loves you. We’ll be-“ she looks at the open door, and Mr. Benson and I follow her gaze.

“Luke!” Caroline wiggles out of my grasp, and runs towards Lucas and he picks her up.

“Hi Caroline,” he laughs and looks up, “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Benson.”

“I didn’t know you’d be helping Riley tonight,” Mr. Benson says.

“I just needed to tell her something, but I can leave,” he pulls Caroline off him and sets her on the ground.

Mr. Benson and Mrs. Benson laugh, “No it’s fine. Come in. Caroline seems to have taken a liking to you to,” Mrs. Benson says.

Mr. Benson picks Caroline up and gives her a kiss as does Mrs. Benson, “We love you. Be good for Riley and Lucas,” Mrs. Benson says and Mr. Benson sets her down.

“You two be good too,” Mr. Benson teases Lucas and me.

“Of course,” I say as Lucas laughs.

Mr. Benson walks out with Mrs. Benson right behind. “Oh,” she turns around, “she already ate, but might want a snack. We’ll be back around ten. If you need to get a hold of us, we have both of our phones. She might stay up a little later than normal, since someone here put her down for her nap late and let her sleep longer than usual,” she looks at Mr. Benson and he laughs.

After they leave, Caroline runs to her room and I try to follow her, but Lucas pulls me back.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” he asks.

I tilt my head slightly, “I haven’t. I’ve been busy with my senior portfolio, and studying for my physics final. You know how much I struggle with science.”

His eyes drop, “And that’s how I know your avoiding me. That’s the one subject I always help you in. Ar-are you going to break up with me?” he stutters.

My eyes widen, and I cup his face, “Lucas Friar, I am not breaking up with you!” I say forcefully. “You’re one of the best things to ever happen to me,” I drop my hands and wrap my arms around his neck, “I love you.”

He blushes slightly, he always does when I say those three little words, “Will you talk to me about what’s bothering you?”

I sigh, “I will just not right now. Right now, we are supposed to be babysitting.” I move to pull away, but he pulls me closer.

“I love you, too,” he presses his lips against mine, and I melt into his arms. We pull away slowly when we here a thump coming from Caroline’s room, Lucas sprints to her with me right behind him.

When I finally reach her room, I see Lucas on his knees with her little arms wrapped around him. I hear Caroline’s soft cries as Lucas sooths her.

“She hit her head on her table.”

I walk over and get down to their level, “Are you okay, Caroline?” I ask rubbing her back.

“Sweet Caroline,” she sniffles and I laugh lightly.

“Of course, are you okay sweet Caroline?” she nods. She slowly unlatches herself from Lucas.

“We play?” Lucas and I nod, and she smiles. She runs around her room grabbing her favorite stuffed animals; a giraffe, an elephant, and frog that is the biggest of the three.

She hands Lucas the elephant, me the giraffe, and she keeps the frog for herself. Lucas started helping me babysit her a few months ago, and she gives us the same animals each time. We sit around her tea table and I chuckle to myself every time I see Lucas sitting in the little chair.

He doesn’t know that I was listening to the talk Auggie gave him about not hurting me. I was leaning on the wall besides the door and I peaked in so I can get one look at Lucas.

We pretend we’re the animals having a tea party. I don’t know how we started doing this, but it’s the first thing we do whether it’s the three of us, or just me and Caroline. When she gets too excited, it’s hard to understand her; however, it’s extremely adorable. We play this for an hour when I hear my phone ring from the living room, and I excuse myself to go and answer it.

Hello?

Riles, have you told him?

Shh! He’s in the other room.

Maya laughs. We’re on the phone and in a different room from Huckleberry; he isn’t going to hear anything.

He thought I was going to break up with him. Can you believe that? I hear a sigh come from her.

I can. You’ve been going out of your way and ignoring him. You can’t pretend anymore, you need to tell him. He deserves to know.

“AAAAH! Ri-ey help!” Caroline laughs as she runs into the living room with Lucas chasing after her and I laugh.

Maya, I have to go. I chuckle.

Tell him.

I will. Bye peaches. I hang up the phone and place it down on the table.

I watch as Lucas chases her around the sofa pretending to be a monster, and her laughter fills the apartment. I can’t help but think of how great of a day he’s going to be. I always pictures Lucas and I having a future together and him being the father to my children; the children part is just going to happen a lot sooner than I had hoped for.

Caroline runs up to me, wraps her arms around my leg, and sticks her tongue out at Lucas, “You can’t get me. Ri-ey safe!”

Lucas laughs, “She is. Riley won’t let anything happen to you,” he looks at me and smiles.

I run my hand over her head, “Do you want a snack?” she nods. “Okay, c’mon.” She grabs my hand, and we walk to the kitchen.

I move to the refrigerator and grab an applesauce pouch. She loves these. Lucas picks her up and set her down on one of the stools, and I hand her the pouch. I cut up two apples for Lucas and I and grab the caramel dip. The two of them talk amongst each other, and I’m so in awe by the two of them that I can’t focus on what is being said.

“Are you okay?” Lucas laughs as he asks me.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I smile. I look at the time that displays on the oven, “Caroline,” I look at her just as she yawns, “I think it’s time for bed,” she nods tiredly, and I turn to Lucas, “Do you mind putting her down, she’s already in her pajamas, I just need to clean up here?”

He shakes his head, “Not at all.” He stands up and grabs her, “Say goodnight to Riley.”

“Night Ri-ey,” she waves at me with a smile on her face over Lucas shoulders. I wash the few dishes that I dirtied and wipe down the counters so it isn’t sticky.

After fifteen minutes, I’m moving down the hall to her room. I can hear Lucas’ voice and butterflies awake in my stomach. His reading brown bear, brown bear, what do you see? Her favorite. It’s a short book, but reading it with her makes it longer. Every animal she has to tell whoever is readying it to her how the animal is her favorite and why.

When I get to her door, I stand in doorway and watch them. Caroline is trying her best to stay away, but I don’t think she’ll make it to the end of the book.

“Back sheep, black sheep, what do you see?” Lucas reads, and just like I predicted Caroline has fallen asleep. He laughs and slowly gets lifts himself off her bed making sure not to wake him. He sets the book down on the dresser. “Goodnight Caroline, have sweet dreams just like you,” he whispers stroking her hair and my heart warms with happiness.

It’s not just the two of us sitting on the couch. I don’t know why I’m so nervous right now, but I am. My heart is beating a mile per minute. He clears his throat, and I look at him, “You’ve been in Rileytown all evening,” he says with a slight smirk.

“How?”

“You’ve been staring at me and Caroline. Are you thinking of the future we’re going to have someday?” A blush washes over me, and he laughs. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, I think about it all the time,” he grabs my hand interlocking our fingers.

“How did I get so lucky?” I say staring into his eyes.

He laughs, “I think I’m the lucky one, but we can agree to disagree,” we both laugh.

“Lucas, I need to tell you something.”

“What is it?” curiosity fills his voice.

I take a deep breath and exhale. I open my mouth, but the front door opens. Mr. and Mrs. Benson are home early from their night out. I tell them about Caroline’s little accident, but Lucas assures the two that she is okay. We talk for a few minutes and they thank us for watching Caroline, before Lucas and I leave.

Once we are out in the hallway, I look at Lucas, “Do you want to go to the roof and talk?”

“I’ll never say no to talking to you,” he smiles coyly at me, and my heart flutters.

Once we’re up there, he moves to sit on the bench but I walk over to the edge and look out into the city. I need to tell him, but I’m scared of what’s going to happen between us.

“Riles,” I feel his arms wrap around me from behind, and I lean into his body, “What’s on your mind?”

“Lucas, I’m,” I turn around to face him. I open my mouth to finish, but the word doesn’t come out. I try three times, but nothing comes out. My face drops, but he lifts my head up and gazes into my eyes.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me. I’m not going anywhere. No matter what.”

I take a deep breath, “I’m pregnant,” I whisper as my eyes move to the ground. His breath hitches, and I wait for him to say something, but he doesn’t. “I don’t know how this happened, I thought we were safe. I understand if you don’t-“

“Stop right there,” he cuts me off. “I’m not going anywhere. Yeah, I’m shocked right now, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to run away from this,” his grip around me tightens, “I love you, and I’m going to be there.” Tears starts to form in my eyes. “Is that why you were watching me with Caroline?”

I nod, “You’re going to make an amazing dad,” he smiles. I take a deep breath, “Lucas, I’m scared.”

“So am I. The timing isn’t ideal, but it’ll be okay. We’ll be okay. There are a lot of things that we are going to have to figure out, but we will.” I bury my face into the crock of his neck. Silence surrounds us and for the time being everything feel like it’s going to be okay.

I pull away slowly, “I just don’t know how this happened.”

He smirks, “I have an idea,” he pauses and I search my mind. He waits for it to click for me, but it doesn’t. “Remember last month, when I borrowed my dad’s truck? You wanted to go star gazing, so we drove out of the city for night and laid in the back-“

Everything clicks, “And things got carried away,” I cut him off, and he smirks with a wink.

We stay on the roof a little bit longer talking about everything. We move over to the bench. He wraps his arm around me, and I lean into him. We’re trying to figure out what we are going to do about college, how we’re going to raise the baby. Then it comes the topic I’ve been dreading most; how are we going to tell our parents.

“When do you want to tell them?” he asks hesitantly.

I take a deep breath, “Tomorrow. Keeping this a secret for a week was hard enough. I don’t think I can do it much longer.” I look up at him, “Who are you most scared to tell?”

“Your dad. I’m going to lose a lot more than a shoe,” we both laugh, but that quickly fades. I know he’s scared, I’m scared. We’re both young.

“Lucas, are we being unrealistic about this? I mean this is a baby. It’s going to be hard. Our parents are going to disappointed in us, college is going to be difficult. Life was hard, but this is just going to make it even more difficult.”

Lucas takes a deep breath, “Maybe we are, but we’ll get through everything. This child is going to test a lot of things for us, like our relationship. But we just have to stick together.”

“I love you, Lucas.”

“And I love you,” he kisses the top of my head, “Everything is going to be okay. I promise.”     

2

I Would Never Hurt You


“Andy please, just leave it alone.” I said as I stood in the middle of a parking lot trying to get my best friend to not fuck up some guys face.


“Y/N, just get in the car. I really don’t need you getting involved any further than you already are.” He said, putting a hand out to protect me.


What started as a great night out with one of my best friends, quickly turned Into what felt like a nightmare.


Andy and I were just sitting at our favorite bar catching up and talking about the “good ole days” when some prick decided he was going to try to score with me.


“Hey, beautiful. Could I buy you a drink?” the drunken man slurred as he tried his best to remain standing upright.


“Uhm,  no thank you. I’m good.” I said, turning back to my conversation with Andy.


“Aww,  come one. Don’t you want to have a little fun?” he asked as he got a little too close for comfort and rested his hand on my thigh.


I got up from my bar stool in shock as Andy stepped in.


“Listen Prick!” he stated harshly.


“Leave the girl alone, she clearly doesn’t want you to be harassing her.” he said as the guy attempted to square up to him.


“Listen man, I’m just trying to get laid tonight, if the lady didn’t want none, she should’ve said so.” the guy said turning to wink at me.


“She did asshole! But you kept on fucking with her!” Andy yelled, quickly loosing his cool.


“Andy, please let’s go.” I said, placing my hand gently on his chest.


Andy decided to leave the guy alone and leave the bar with me. All was good until I heard the guy calling after us, leading us to where we are now.


“Andy, can we just leave please?” I said one last time, this being my finally attempt to end the fight.


The drunk guy continued to scream at Andy which only angered him even more, suddenly the guy swung at Andy making matters worse.


“Oh shit..” I mumbled knowing Andy wasn’t  going to back down anytime soon.


Andy swung back causing the guy’s whole body to fly sideways. The guy shook it off and swung back at him causing Andy to grab his arm and swing him towards a car. He pinned the guy against the car and continued to punch him in the face until he was left unconscious on the ground.


The sound of police sirens indicated that the bar owner called the police. Once the cops arrived they took Andy in for questioning leaving me to drive myself home.


I arrived at my house around 2am. The only thought that ran through my mind was “Holy Fuck, Andy could’ve killed that guy if he wanted.”


I went upstairs and took a shower then went off to bed.


The next morning I awoke to banging on my door. I went downstairs and looked through the little peep hole, sighing when I realized it was Andy.


He had a few cuts on his lip and forehead but other than that he looked fine.


“Hey.” he said as he entered my house.


“What happened?” I asked, still a little shaken about about the events from last night.


“The cops let me off with a warning. Since that Prick swung at me first, I didn’t get in trouble because it was self defense.” he said as he opened my refrigerator.


“That’s it?” I asked.


“Yeah, that’s it.”


“You should’ve just left it alone.”


“Y/N, he tried to grab you, what else did you want me to do?” he asked as he slammed his fist down onto the counter, causing me to jump.


He looked up at me with his eyebrows raised.


“Did that scare you? Did you think I was going to hurt you?” he asked as his facial expression softened.


I looked down at the floor, avoiding eye contact.


“Y/N, I would never hurt you, never in a million years.” he said as he pulled me into a hug, I was hesitant at first but soon, I hugged him back.


“Look at me.” he said cupping my cheeks in his hands.


I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes.


“I would never hurt you, okay?” he said.


I nodded my head in response.


“Never ever.” he said as he kissed my forehead.


“Okay.” I said smiling at him.


“Alright, now let’s make some breakfast, I’m hungry.” he said.


I giggled at him and walking over to get some eggs out of the refrigerator.


“You should probably let me cook them, because last time you almost burnt down the kitchen. “ he said, taking the eggs from me.


“Good Idea.” I giggled.


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A/N: I hope you liked it.

Request: Chocolate Ice Cream

Request: can you do a super fluffy cas imagine? doesnt matter what :-)

Word Count: 467

This is maybe a little short? I just thought it was a nice way to end. Maybe. I hope it’s okay, thank you!:)

“Cas? You in here?” You’d heard the flutter of wings, yet couldn’t find the angel in question.

“Y/N?” He asks, standing up quickly from beside the freezer. He keeps his eyes on the ground.

“What are you doing over there?” You ask, narrowing your eyes.

“I needed to make sure your refrigerator was not…possessed.” He lies and you raise an eyebrow.

“Are you sure you weren’t stealing my chocolate ice-cream?” The angel had quite the passion for the frozen delight. He stares at you, wide eyed. That’s when you see the brown liquid smeared on his mouth.

“How did you know that?” He asks, looking at the ground shamefully.

“Hey, we’ve all done it. Chocolate ice-cream is good.” You laugh, going over and leaning on the countertop. He chuckles, shrugging.

“I don’t eat human food. It’s all disgusting, I taste every molecule. But this…”

“It’s because every molecule is delicious.” You say, and he nods. “What’s it even like to taste each molecule?”

“Abnormal. It’s very difficult to explain. Imagine you are eating a cake, and you can taste the egg, and the flour, and the sugar, all individually. But on a much deeper level, you taste the component of each ingredient.”

“That’s incredible.” You say, nodding. “It must be traumatic, though, to taste something for the first time.”

He laughs, “You could put it that way.”

You nod, as he asks a question, “What does food taste like to humans?”

You use each other to learn about the other’s species. You shrug, “It’s like…combine the molecules. But different combinations create different tastes, see? And sometimes you like it, sometimes you don’t. People like different things.”

He nods, coming closer to you. “How do humans perceive beauty?”

“If we see something and find it pretty, we think it’s beautiful. It’s actually fairly simple.”

“Angels hardly see faces. We look straight into the person’s soul.” He says, so close he’s almost touching you. “Your soul is the most stunning thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

You smile, “Thank you. I’m sure your soul would be beautiful. If angels had souls.”

He chuckles, and leans his forehead against yours, “Sometimes I get a flash of a thought, an emotion of yours. It’s ridiculous, those flashes make me so happy.” He pauses for a long time, “I should not fall in love with a human.”

You feel your eyes open wider, “Cas, do you mean…?”

 He nods, and brings his lips to yours, for a long moment. He pulls away slowly, a smile crossing his face.

“You’re happy.” He states, and you nod.

“You get a flash?” You ask, smiling.

“Like none before it.”

The Second You Open The Door

okay first fanfic i’ve ever posted onto the internet (hands are sweaty omg) i hope yall enjoy this. it’s one of my most treasured fanfic i’ve kept to myself for a long time & now i’m ready to share it with all you.

The Second You Open The Door 

Summary: After a fight over jealously, Lovino starts feeling regretful of his decisions. Though, a simple doorbell ring changes that.

One week. Seven days. Hundred and sixty-eight hours. Not that Lovino counted or anything. It was just a coincidence that his eyes kept flickering to the calendar date on the refrigerator, nothing more. He tried to keep himself composed as he prepared himself a salad on the kitchen counter, but right as the knife sliced into a bright red tomato, his eyes no longer held dignity & he let his emotions flow out.

After his small, much needed teary breakdown in the kitchen. Lovino decided to forget eating & watch some sitcoms instead, to calm his nerves a bit.

But so far. his attention never truly focused on the tv. His right leg kept bouncing on the balls of his feet as he sat on his couch, in sync with his continually tapping finger from his right hand, to the beat of what was left of his panicking, broken heart. In his last attempt, the Italian tried tuning out his negativity and thought back on the soothing advice his family gave him.

Feliciano said that fights were supposed to take their time to heal; it’s only natural. All couples have their own bickering here and there. And, according to Nonno, this just means their love is growing into something serious & rebuilding new foundation. Their bond will be better in the end..

Right?

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Fic: Future Imperfect

6.08 reaction |  Kurt/Blaine | Kurt POV | ~3,900 words | PG-13/Teens & up

Notes: I woke up way too early on Wednesday morning, unable to fall back asleep. So I wrote a fic that explored what might have happened after Blaine’s break-up with Dave in “Transitioning” (6.07) to get Kurt to the point where he’s ready to get back together with Blaine in “A Wedding” (6.08). Thanks to anon for prodding me to think about the details; redheadgleek for offering an important plot point; damnpene, nachochang, chiasmuslovesme and judearaya for handholding; likearumchocolatesouffle for SPAG and wisdom; thetalkingmalibustacydoll for enthusiasm about Blaine and awkward-but-heartfelt safer sex talks; scalpelsarefun for enthusiasm about safer sex talks in general; and lizinprogress for not being satisfied with what she got. 

If you like songs, maybe you’d like to listen to Luther Vandross’ I’d Rather and imagine Kurt singing it in the shower.

Also on AO3.

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Future Imperfect

When Kurt finds out that Blaine is no longer dating Karofsky, his first instinct is to grab Blaine and kiss him until one of them is pressed against a wall and both of them run out of breath.

Unfortunately, he and Blaine are sitting in the middle of the Lima Bean. So Kurt suppresses the instinct.

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You Don't Know He's Famous- Liam (Mini Series) Part 2

Link to part 1 here

      Your POV: 

              You smiled and nestled into the warm duvet some more, it was more…smooth and warm than you remembered. Sighing you swung you arm around and tried to grab for you body pillow until you felt a hand…on your bum. You eyes snapped open and you were face to face with….with, 

       "You?!“ you jumped from the bed, realizing it was a bad idea when you fell on your bum, your foot getting caught between the sheets as you desperately tried to get away. 

      "Are you alright?” he looked over the side and offered a hand, his eyes slightly droopy. 

      “I'm…fine, now can you tell me who you are please?” you demanded as you stood, brushing your hair back with your fingers. 

    “I think, we should get some coffee first…it smells good.” you furrowed your brow, realizing he was right and your flat did smell like coffee which was strange because you lived alone. 

      Opening the door you followed the smell until you came into the kitchen where three lads were sat reading and helping themselves to a cup of coffee.  

     "Um…what’s going on?“ you crossed your arms over your chest, feeling the guy come up behind you. 

      "Lads…what are you doing here?” he squinted his eyes, his voice still hoarse from sleep. 

    “We…followed you back to this flat, didn’t know what else to do so we stuck around. You two were going at it pretty rough,” the brown haired one said, you blushed. 

     "Not in that context, from what I recall you two hate each other, I dunno how you ended up in the same bed, half naked mind you but…she seems to have no idea who we are Liam, it's…almost astonishing.“

         Liam. 

      The events of the previous night rushed back to you, yelling, fighting, screaming, throwing things…kissing? You shook your head and faced the three guys,  

      "Why is that astonishing? Should I know who you all are…did we go to school together?” they all laughed, even Liam.  

      “No it’s nothing like that, don’t trouble yourself, you probably won’t ever see us again.” You shrugged and walked over to the refrigerator to grab some eggs, 

       "I didn’t mean to break your coffee table…I hope you know that,“ Liam said, as you closed the door to the fridge. 

      "Okay, well it’s been passed down from generation to generation in my family and can never be replaced so…” you held your poker face until he was sputtering apologies and you laughed, 

       "I’m kidding, it’s from Ikea, but it was the hardest fucking table to assemble I’ll tell you that much,“ you shook your head remembering how the box sat in the middle of your living room for months until you finally assembled it properly. 

      "I know that feeling,” the blond one laughed, grabbing a bowl and pouring himself some cereal. 

      “I had to put my sister’s bed frame together and that shit was literally the worst day of my life, I broke her window with the bed post because I was so angry,” another one chimed in, grabbing the pitcher of coffee and pouring himself another cup. 

      “I’m sorry…I never caught your names,” you said, rubbing your head, they all hesitated. 

      “I think you owe me that much…you’re practically helping yourselves here,” they all nodded and spoke individually. 

      “I’m Zayn,”  

     "Niall,“ 

     "Harry," 

    "And obviously, Liam” you nodded and continue to scramble your eggs. 

———– 

        “Literally one of the best records, hands down.” you smiled listening to Alex Turner’s voice fill the flat. 

      “I agree, I wasn’t as into Arctic Monkeys as I am now…they’ve come far.” Zayn nodded in agreement.

    “(Y/N)?” Niall questioned and you looked to him, raising your eyebrows. 

    “Don’t you ever…listen to radio, or read a magazine?” he asked, you through this question to be strange and assumed the other boys did as well as they were looking at their friend as if he was mental. 

    “Well…to be honest, not really. I don’t own a radio and I think the media is all rubbish, I don’t have cable because…Netflix. Why do you ask?” you replied. 

   He shrugged, 

      “Just a question,” you nodded and continued to talk with the lads about music. 

     It was about four in the evening and they all had to leave, you were sad to see them go, which made you feel strange as you had only known them for a day and a half but you didn’t have much company over and it was good to have them over.  

       "You have our numbers, maybe we can hang next time we’re in town, or at least hit 100 again.“ Harry smiled before walking to catch up with Niall at the elevator. 

    Then there were two; Liam was standing at the door awkwardly, constantly clearing his throat as if he was going to say something, but he never did. There was this tension between the two of you ever since you found out about the kiss and the fighting the two of you had done whist you were hammered. 

     "Listen," 

     "I-” you both spoke simultaneously. 

    “You first,” he spoke and you shook your head, smirking, 

   "Ladies first,“ he rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to speak. 

   ”(Y/N) I…last night, I wasn’t myself, it just-I was angry. Because you treat me differently than how I’m accustomed. I guess it both infuriated and…intrigued me. What I’m trying to say is…I think I like you. I know it’s weird, trust me…it’s weird. I mean, you spilled coffee on me and then just brushed me off, and to me- it was quite refreshing. I liked that you were different, I like that you’re different.“  

     You sighed, 

         "Liam…okay, one, you bumped into me, and two…Harry told me what happened last night, like he went a little bit more into detail than he probably should have. He said we kissed like…like Noah and Allie from that incredibly sad and cheesy film. Passionately but…with the spark of a hundred years. If he’s right…Liam, I’ll give you a shot, I don’t even know you but, I feel like I should.” Without even hesitating, Liam brought his lips down onto yours. 

     He wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up off of the floor for a second, bringing you to eye level, before placing you back on your feet where you still were clutching to his arms as if your life depended on it. 

     "So…do I get that shot?“ he questioned breathlessly. 

    "Without a doubt,” you smiled back, your eyes still focused on his lips, you watched as they curved into a smile before he pecked your lips once more and winked, backing out of the apartment and into the elevator. Once the engine of his car was heard backing out of the driveway you closed the door and fell back, sliding down until you hit the floor. 

          Liam. 

     Part 3?

vinsomer19-deactivated20160326  asked:

Hey Maro! It's my birthday today, but it's not been the best day sadly. Do you have some funny trivia to maybe cheer me up?

Telim'tor, a character in the Mirage story was an anagram of Mr. Toilet, a nickname of one of the designers. He wanted a nickname like William “The Refrigerator” Perry. The response: “Okay, Mr. Toilet.”

I hope your day gets better.

Maintenance Man (SFW)

AN: This is another one of those one-shot AUs about uncertainty in a relationship, written for the prompt ‘can you do shots of hartbig fixing each other up?? angsty stuff or fluff stuff is all good :))’ and partly for the prompt ’a longish hartbig one-shot about the stages of Grace realizing she might be in love with Hannah’. I have two one-shots under this 'HartBig Fixes Each Other Up’ thing. The next is on its way.

Sometimes passionate loves are great, but the maintenance sort of love just fixes you right up and keeps you running through the storms. This was inspired by U.A. Fanthorpe’s poem, 'Atlas’. It’s beautiful and wonderful and I hope you enjoy it if you choose to look it up.

Good morning, pretty.

Your blue eyes have had me at hello for a while now. I’m still halfway speechless, halfway wondering how we got here, mostly trying to figure out why my dragons hide when you sit in my kitchen and watch me work at the blender.

Usually I have my eyes everywhere when visitors walk into the house, watching the scaly fiends rip off wallpaper. This is a unit several floors from level ground and I always think about when it’s coming down and when I’ll get the eviction notice. My demons are olive-eyed, fire-breathing things that snake around everything in sight. The largest has grown from feeding from me at night. Its torso is a tree trunk overgrown through the apartment; I’m just a tenant.

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I visited a restaurant that sells 6,000 won dishes for the first time in a while and the owner asked whether I’m okay, saying I look tired. She cut me some Korean melons too from her refrigerator, adding she hopes I find my peace… I was so thankful I wanted her to keep my change when I paid for my food but she even refused to be paid… I almost cried. All this when I have so many people I haven’t repaid yet though I earn so much. Thanks to her hospitality, I felt I should start working hard again.  I need to stop partying, avoid drinking at all costs, and focus on my work. People aren’t getting me work so I can party. I unwrapped the books that Reverend Lee Soohwan sent me to help my determination. Thank you!

(Titles: Willem van’t Spijker - “Bidden Om Te Leven”, Cornelis Pronk - “No Other Foundation Than Jesus Christ”)

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Childhood 2 (part 1)

Today was Valentine’s Day, it is also Taehyung and I’s anniversary. Too bad he left me 2 days before, and left me for Jinhyun. All I’m gonna do is cry and ruin the apartment even more for Valentine’s Day. It’s not like he’ll come back today.

I heard the doorbell ring a couple hours later, but I decided to ignore it. I was currently on the living room floor, crying all the water out of my body. I was in the corner of the room, my head in the palm of my hands. I heard it ring again a couple seconds later. I ignored it again. I then heard the doorknob click and the door squeaking.

“Wow, they should really learn how to lock their doors.” I heard a familiar voice say.

“Ew, the house is so dirty! They should also learn how to clean houses.”

“Hey, where is…________!”

I heard footsteps coming towards me. I then felt someone’s hand on my knee, making me lift my head out of my hands. I saw all the boys from Taehyung’s band. Jungkook was in front of me, his face full of concern.

“Are you okay, Noona?” He asked, holding onto my hands.

I shook my head, wiping the tear stains off my face.

“Yea, we heard the bad news. Taehyung told us not to talk to you, but we didn’t listen.” Jimin said.

“If you don’t mind us asking, how did you guys break up?” Namjoon asked.

“Jinhyun,” I replied, choking on my tears, “She was trying to take Taehyung away from me. Then after that she pretended that I punched her in the face. I told Taehyung she was lying because she doesn’t want us to date, but he didn’t believe me and broke up with me.”

They all groaned and complained with frustration.

“Ugh, we hate Jinhyun! She always bosses us around!” Hoseok said, running his hands through his hair.

“Yea, she’s a bitch.” Min Yoongi added.

I laughed in response, I’m glad they didn’t like Jinhyun either. Taehyung is too blind to hate on her, I don’t care if Jinhyun is his Childhood friend, I want her gone.

“Come on guys, we got to tell Taehyung the truth!” Seokjin cheered. They all cheered with him.

“But, what if he doesn’t believes you guys?” I asked in worry.

“We are his best friends, of course he’ll believe us.” Jimin answered in a soothing voice.

I smiled as I saw them going out the door, until Jungkook turned around and saw I wasn’t moving. He walked back towards me and kneeled, his hand sticking out.

“Are you coming, Noona?” Jungkook smiled.

“No, he won’t believe you guys if I come. Just go with out me.”

“Are you sure?”

“100 percent.”

“Okay,” He replied, “Bye Noona! Saranghae!”

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Taehyung’s POV

“So, Jinhyun, what do you want to eat?” I asked, sticking my head into the refrigerator.

“I don’t want anything, all you guys eat are unhealthy food.” She replied rudely.

I rolled my eyes, hoping she wouldn’t see. I closed the fridge and sat next to Jinhyun on the table. A few seconds later, I heard her cellphone ringing. She put her magazine down and check the caller ID.

“Oh! It’s my friend. I’ll be right back.” She said, running to the guest room.

After that, I heard the front door open, revealing the boys, who looked very frustrated. I stood up and walked towards them.

“Taehyung, we need to talk.” Hoseok said, his voice serious.

“Okay? What do we need to talk about?”

“________, why did you break up with her?” Min Yoongi asked sternly.

“She punched Jinhyun for no reason! How can I be okay with her doing that?”

“Taehyung, pabo. Jinhyun was faking! She did that so you guys can break up and have you all to herself. You got to stop being around her! She’s just gonna keep lying to you!” Namjoon answered.

“How do you know about this? What if you guys are lying?” I asked, my voice starting to sound angrier.

“We are your best friends, we would never lie to you.” Seokjin replied, his voice calm.

Before I could reply, I heard little mumbles coming from Jinhyun’s room. We all walked closer to her room. I put my ear on her door so I could hear more properly.

“It worked! Taehyung is now single! I can’t believe he fell for the trick! He’s so gullible, but so cute. Now all I have to do is make him fall in love with me! That’s gonna be easy, I mean who doesn’t want this body?”

I then removed my ear from the door in shock. It’s true, she did pretend to get hurt. I feel so stupid, how can I fall for this trick? I just left the love of my life for this lying bitch. I turned towards the boys, who were all giving me the ‘We told you’ face. I ran my hair with my hands in frustration. How could she do this to me? She knows how important my relationship is to me.

I then heard the door starting to open, revealing a confused Jinhyun. I crossed my arms across my chest along with the other boys.

“What are you guys doing?” Jinhyun asked.

“You pretended to get hurt JUST so you can date me instead? How could you do this Jinhyun?” I replied with pain in my voice.

“T-Taehyung I’m sorry-”

“You’re not sorry, you whore. I will never date a lying bitch like you.” I interrupted.

“Well it’s too late to get back with ________, I bet she already gotten over you.” Jinhyun replied evilly.

“Actually, She’s in the apartment, sad and lonely because of what you did. I guess it’s not too late to get back with her.” Seokjin said.

“Stay out of this, old man.” Jinhyun snapped.

“YOU DON’T TALK TO MY FRIENDS LIKE THAT!” I screamed.

“Taehyung, we’re best friends too! I’ve known you since 2nd grade, remember? You only been with them for 2 years! You’re seriously gonna be on their side?” She questioned sassily.

“We’re no longer friends, Jinyun,” I replied, “You have betrayed my trust and our friendship. Get out or else I’ll make you get out.”

“Wow, Taehyung, you’re really stupid, but hot. Why don’t you ditch your ugly, untalented friends and stay with me?” She held on to my arm, trying to feel my muscles.

I pulled my arm away from her, making her mad.

“You know what? You’re done here.” Jimin said.

Jimin lifted her up and put her over his shoulders, making her scream. Jimin started walking towards the door and opened it. He put Jinhyun outside, and before she could say anything, he closed the door in front of her face and locked it.

“Shit, how am I gonna apologize to ________?” I asked with dissapointment.

“Um, you do know its your guy’s 4 month anniversary, right?” Hoseok pointed out.

“AISH! I forgot!” I facepalmed myself. I can’t believe I broke up with her before our 4 month anniversary! I got to do something special for her to forgive me.

“You know, you could visit her and tell her you’re sorry, that’ll make her day much better.” Namjoon suggested.

“No,” I replied, “No I got to do something special for her, and I need your guy’s help.

to be continued

~Admin Jungcock