i love the way he laughs when the phone rings


Race has terrible anxiety and has a panic attack every time he gets a vague message from Spot. Davey convinces him to tell him the next time he sees him.

Race and Spot met through Davey. They became friends pretty quickly and it didn’t take long for them to start texting each other nightly, spending hours in their respective homes just laughing and smiling over whatever stupid thing the other had said.

This was fine for a little while, however, Race had a pretty severe case of anxiety and when Spot starting messaging him things like:

Spot Conlon: Can we talk?

Before launching into a long winded conversation about how much he loved snakes, it meant that Race had been sent spiralling into a major panic attack for no reason.

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Hope Less Romantics Chapter One

“And that was Make Out Monday with their song, Twixter! Check in next week to win tickets to see the band live at their concert on the 15!” the voice of the man on the radio drifts through the speakers of Shiro’s car. He reaches his prosthetic hand out to turn the volume knob down. The man’s eye drift over the younger male in the passenger seat, who in turn gives him a glare.
Shiro chuckles, “What? The song was over.”
“Yeah, well maybe I wanted to listen to that,” Keith huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.
“They’re talking about the weather, Keith, you never care about that.”
“You know what I meant.” Grey eyes gaze out of the car’s window. “Besides, I’m not that lucky.”
“You never know,” Shiro pulls the car to a stop at a red light. “They’re, like, your favorite band right?”
“Well yeah, but-”
“Then you should go see them.”
Keith turns his head to look directly at his brother, “We both know that’s never going to happen, Shiro.”
“Keith Akira Kogane-Shirogane, we talked about this.”
Keith shrugs his shoulders, going back to watching the world outside the window.
“Don’t you shrug your shoulder at-”
“Light’s green, Shiro.”
Shiro starts driving back to their shared home, giving Keith a side glance. “We’re not done with this conversation, Keith.”
Keith hums in acknowledgement.
“I’m serious, Keith. You never know, there might come a chance for you to meet that crush of yours.”
Wide, grey eyes frantically dart over to the, now smirking, older male. “Shiro, no. We Don’t speak of that.” Scarlet forms over the younger male’s pale cheeks. “I don’t…no there’s no crush. Besides,” he tosses his hands up in the air, whacking his knuckles on the car’s roof, “everyone knows that the lead singer is straight.”
“Don’t beat up my car.”
His words fall on deaf ears.
“I mean, sure, he’s really, really cute, and has a nice voice. And his hair is really nice. Plus his eyes! Have you ever seen anything so-” Keith’s words stop as chuckling reaches his ears. “What are you laughing at?”
Shiro shakes his head, “You’re rambling about someone you claim not to have a crush on.”
“I don’t!”
“Man, you’ve got it bad. Did I sound half as bad as you when I first met Allura?”
Keith gives Shiro a deadpan look, “I’m ranting, not insufferable.”
Shiro pulls into their driveway, and goes to make a retort, when his phone rings. He reads the text with a smile on his face while typing a reply. Keith already has his things and is making his way into the house. Shiro dials the number on his phone, waiting for a response.
“He went on another rant?” Allura’s laugh emits from the speaker.
“Yeah, Allura he’s gonna love this surprise.”
“I would hope so, from the way he talks.”
“Shiro, come on!” Keith yells from the front door.
“I gotta go, sweetie, the child is impatient,” he chuckles again. “I’ll talk to you later, Allura.” He lowers his voice so that Keith can’t hear, “I love you.”
“Love you too, Shiro.”
The two hang up and Shiro heads into the house.

A week goes by and Keith’s mood seems to drop with each passing second. A few customers at the pet store he works at seemed to have noticed, but don’t ask. It’s when he’s elbow deep in cleaning the chinchilla cage, that Shiro asks.
Keith raises a brow. “I’m fine.”
“You’re in one of your moods,” Shiro kneels down beside him. “Is it because of the concert?”
Keith’s bottom lip sticks out slightly in a pout. “…no.” He stands up, brushing his hands off quickly. “I already knew I wasn’t going out. Besides, the odds of me actually meeting the band aren’t very high.”
Shiro stands as well, and sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Look, we didn’t wanna tell you this yet, but since you really need a pick me up. You know Allura, right?”
“You mean your ‘Sweetie’?” a sly smirk graces the black haired male’s face.
Shiro groans. “Yes, her. Well, I never told you exactly what she does.”
“Something that involves a lot of fancy parties, right?”
“She’s the current owner of Altea Records.” Keith’s jaw nearly hits the floor. Shiro rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah…so that concert? Well, we got tickets for it. She knows how much you love the band, and we agreed that it’d be a nice gift for you since you’ve been working really hard.”
Keith’s grey eyes light up, “You…you’re serious?!”
“Yes, I’m serious. Plus, do you remember Matt?”
“The kid you hung around with and had a relationship with for a while in college?”
“Yeah. Matt’s the guitar player for the band,” Shiro shakes his head, an airy laugh, “I’m surprised you didn’t notice sooner!”
Keith crosses his arms over his chest, and turns his head away. “Well, maybe he looks different than he did when you two hung out more.”
“Or, you’re just too busy giving googly eyes to your crush to notice.” Now Shiro had a smirk on his face. Keith’s cheeks turned rosy from embarrassment, the pink color spanning to the tips of his ears. Shiro’s hand clamped down onto the younger male’s shoulder, “This might be your chance to meet the ‘love of your life’ that you dream so animatedly about.”
Keith threw a half hearted swing at his brother’s shoulder, blush still very evident, if not darker, on his face. “Dude, shut up!” A small laugh bubbled up from Keith’s throat. He was going to see the band he’s been a fan of for quite a while, and maybe, just maybe, he might get the chance to talk to Lance.

Dating Jung Hoseok...

❝Next up, Hobi! ^^ based on this post by the lovely weaxedanger  ♥
►3167 words | scenario, fluff, this turned out longer than expected
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More than often, when people ask hey, what do you love about him, anyway? There is a line-up choice of answers for you to choose from. Sometimes when you’re playful you’d answer I don’t know, when you’re contended and don’t really want to think much, everything, just all of him. But then when you’re staring at the wall in front of you, trying to export what’s in your mind to the papers sprawled out on the desk, one thing after another comes and soon, you have a list of what you love from the love of you and Jung Hoseok.

It would include a lot of laughing; and many, many kinds that you’re unable to make up sometimes but hey, you’re trying.

There’s the kind that makes you breathless, without a word to say because when you try to speak, all that comes out is laughter and it continues on for God knows how long. It could be something silly like how that actress looks like on screen, it could be Taehyung slipping and falling because of Jimin’s little tricks—anything. Your cheeks are red from the laughter, heated up from how hard you’re trying not to laugh and it’s harder when Hoseok’s grinning at you as he’s not too far from your situation and once more, you’re laughing again.

There’s the shy ones that makes you feel like a little high school girl. Maybe he didn’t do much or maybe he’s painted a night sky full of stars for you but either way, it leaves you chuckling quietly, giggling out of habit when he laces his fingers with yours or when he uses his forefinger to tuck strands of your hair behind your ear and then he can only chuckle in return after he whispers you’re pretty.

There’s the oh-fuck-I’m-screwed ones that usually, Hoseok’s emitting them. There are many possible scenarios to this but relating this to the latest one, it’s when he’s lazy and hungry, storming off to the kitchen with a soft cry of I’m hungry! He decides to break the kitchen apart just to find what he wants, he pulls out most of the snacks from the cabinets and places them onto the island, a mindset of I’m going to make the best snack ever and when he realizes it’s way too many items for him to combine them, it’s the wrong time for you to walk in when—“Jung Hoseok!”


It would include I love you—lots of ‘em, in different ways. If someone had to tell you that it’s impossible for a person to love you this much, you’d laugh because it’s happening to you. With Hoseok, there’s variations to the way he says he loves you to the point where there are too many to choose from to say which is your favorite.

It could be the one when he’s in overseas, somewhere across the globe, maybe in the country next to yours but regardless, he’s not home. He’ll ring you up sometime during the night, counting approximately as the clock strikes eleven at where you’re at before your phone rings. You’d answer after the second, he sighs before the third arrives and the conversation takes over from there. Exchanged words of I miss you, just a bit more, hang in there and the topics roll in once more. Then it’s time to hang up—he dreads for it, you do too—but it has to happen sooner or later. He hears you whispering something that makes his heart flutter and he does the same to you and it assures you a goodnight sleep—I love you.

It could be the one when he’s trying to coax up to you, maybe, after he’s made you mad? He’ll be following you everywhere and literally anywhere just to get you to notice him. He pokes your cheek, he tickles your sides, he whines into your ear, he presses his chest to your back and he leans in to whisper I’m sorry… but it doesn’t work just yet. He tries some more, saying that he’s wrong, he shouldn’t have said that and he seals the deal with those three words—and you return it with a kiss.

It could be the one when he’s done crushing your heart, the tears rolling down your cheeks before you can hold them back, your feet bringing you far, far away from him and his words before they hurt you even more. He only notices what he’s done when you’re running away from him, creating a bigger distance between the pair of you that it snaps in him before a voice says run after her, you fucking idiot and he does. He chases you down the block, he ignores the stares he’s possibly getting and he pins you in the alley before you can make another run for it. You’re crying when he pulls you in for a hug, he locks his grip around you when you try to escape and he presses against you tighter when you’re saying I hate you, I hate you, I fucking hate you but he mutes them out because his heart can’t take it—he’s not too sure which is paining him more, the fact he’s caused this, the fact you’re saying those words you’d never say or the fact that you’re having a hard time breathing but to prove a point, you’re still speaking. He gives you a few minutes, maybe five, maybe seven, maybe ten but when you’re quiet and at least you have your arms around him, he dips down to kiss the crown of your head, saying that he’s sorry and in the end, it’s I love you so much, I love you, please don’t run away from me.

It would include kisses; again, too many for you to pick which is the one you fancy most.

Ones on the neck; when it’s in the morning and you’re feeling lethargic despite waking up. You don’t make any effort to move from your spot, remaining motionless as you think what do I have to do today? You could get up and prepare breakfast, you could run some errands today but they’re all washed off from your mind when there’s a pair of lips against your neck, before his words are mumbled against your skin, “Good morning, beautiful lady.”

Ones on your cheek; when it’s time to say goodbye and he’s reluctant to let you go but you’re the one pushing him away. “You have to go,” You say, telling him that it’s for his own good before Namjoon comes with an irritated face again but he whines, clinging onto you, “But… but I…”

“You’ll see me later,” You assure him, poking his cheek and he sighs, hesitating to release his hold on you but then he does after you plant a kiss on his cheek and he does the same to you, over and over again until you’re smiling as bright as the sun and he’s satisfied before he bids you goodbye.

Ones on your hand; when the both of you are lazing on the sofa, not paying too much on what’s on the screen but it does let out some sound that acts as a background music from time to time if either of you has something to say. When no words are being exchanged except for the ones on the screen, he has the tendency to lift your hand up to his lips, pressing the back of your hand closer before he plants a kiss. Then it’s another conversation breaker when you ask what was that for? And his reply is casual, just felt like it.

Ones on your lips; when it’s departure time and neither of you can bear to let go of one another just yet. He hears the announcement being made through the speakers, blaring into his ears but he tries to hold it down for a bit more. He knows his members are about to use this against him sooner or later and he’s prepared for that, especially when you’re clutching onto him like he’s about to disappear and the fact that he is, it’s making your heart crumble. The second announcement is being made and it makes you conscious, stepping back and away from him that it’s unexpected as he blinks down on you. He frowns when you’re trying to smile, it aches him to see you fake something but it’s hard when you look beautiful.

“I-I’m sorry, I… you have to go,” You say, trying your best to sound stable but the both of you know, you’re not. He steps forward and frames your cheeks, lowering himself down to cover his lips with your own and it’s all you’re getting; five seconds of paradise before he pulls away. “You’ll see me later,” He says, stroking the under of your eyes in hopes you won’t cry but… no.

“In a few months is not later,” You argue, slapping his shoulder and he laughs when you do because now you’re genuinely smiling. “It is in my dictionary. So… later?” He questions, his eyes staring you down and you’re left to reply with “Later.”

It would include dance practices—and no, not because you dance; but because he knows you like staring at him when he dances. The way he moves to the beat, his arms and legs coordinating as one when the music plays and let’s not even mention to how he knows he’s the shit when he’s dancing. He’ll invite you in the moment you’re standing by the door and he makes sure you have the perfect view to see all of him to the point when he looks at the mirror to see your reflection, you’re trying hard not to break out into laugh because he knows you’re possibly staring at his butt.

It would include random yelling—really, with just, “Babe! Watch this!”

Or even, “Baby! Look at me! Hey… at me!

Probably, “I need your love! I need your time! Oh, you were listening? Okay—“

Including, “Please give me your attention before I go out and do something stupid…please!”

And then, “Babe!”

So you finally respond, “What?!”

“I love you.”

It would include smiles; discrete ones when he’s out with the members and you, for a meal, for a nice gathering out and let’s just say, he calls for the seat beside you whenever and wherever. Even in the restaurant when Taehyung has something to tell you and Hoseok’s in the bathroom, he magically appears out of nowhere to return to his seat and makes Taehyung sit on his lap as he listens along as well. As all of you are waiting for the food, he casually slips his hand in yours on the table and the rest of them are used to it but you’re not so you’re looking away in hopes he doesn’t notice that smile threatening to form but your red cheeks give it all away.

Happy ones when he puts his arm around you when the both of you go out for a stroll. Out to the park, down by the beach, in the shopping mall—it comes naturally and he does it all the time. It’s a sense of protection, safety and when you meet with his eyes, it’s love. He smiles at you when you do, you’re smiling wider when he says you’re pretty and he’s smiling the widest because he’s happy.

Threatening ones when he spots a guy, someone he doesn’t know talking to you in a way he shouldn’t be while he’s away. He only left for five minutes to get some cotton candy for you and this is what happens? He walks up to the pair of you, noticing how he’s shocked the latter and he wraps one arm around your waist before pulling you close, looking into your eyes as he asks, “Who is this sweetie? A friend?”

“N-No, he’s just—“

“Leaving, right?” Hoseok answers for you, turning to smile at the fellow who had just asked for your number, name and now, nothing when Hoseok looks like he can rearrange his face in five seconds. The guy swallows hard and says something between the lines of ‘look man, I didn’t know she was taken’ and Hoseok replies with something that makes his stomach churn to the point where he just runs and he runs fast.

Silent ones when it’s just the both of you, doing nothing and absolutely nothing. It’s him playing with strands of your hair, twirling it around with his fingers and you drawing shapes on his chest as he lets you use an arm as a pillow for you to rest on. He asks if you want to do anything today and you answer with a question like what do you want to do? And he says that he asks you first and you tell him so what that he gives up in asking. It’s lying down on the bed that becomes the activity and when he looks down on you the same time you look up to him with a shared smile—that’s enough.

It would include aegyo—a-oh my god-really; and he does it whenever he wants without hesitation. He could be surrounded in a room full of coordinators, his members, his manager but it doesn’t matter at all. He does something that’s worth a million toe curls and it makes the rest of the members feel alienated but you can handle it. He either puts both hands by the sides of his cheeks, rolling them a few times with an overdone squeaky voice to hook your heart or he pulls out the song, that freaking song that one plus one is—and the rest is getting comments from the boys that oh, it’s funny.

It would include feed me, please? Like how he displays it on television, videos, anything, it’s the truth and you’re the one confirming it when it’s reality at its best. When he’s hungry, he’s upset because he can’t eat but when he’s hungry around you it’s different. He appears over your shoulder when you’re trying to season the meat properly and you’ve not even begun in cooking yet that he puts his arms around you with, “Hobi’s hungry…”

So you try to nudge him off nicely, telling him, “I’ll be done soon, sweetie,”

But then it’s, “But… Hobi…”

“Here,” You hand him a bowl of grapes that are fresh and washed before he directs himself to the stool to sit as he eats, popping some into your mouth as well as you prepare dinner and when it’s done, he bursts out with, “Feed me meat!” And it’s those moments where you feel that you’re dating a five year old.

It would include hugs, his hugs; whether when it’s after a long day of work and you’re returning home. The bags drop from your hands when his arms meet your waist, his chest is smooth against your back and he lures you away from the door far enough until you’re settled on his lap and he kisses you to brush the stress and tension away that it works. Whether when it’s him feeling all tired and worn out as he crawls into bed to enter your embrace and you gladly feel his arms pulling you close as he buries his face in the space between your neck and shoulder. Hey, he says, hoarse and croaky from everything. Hey to you too, you say, warm and full of love that it feels like a million kisses are being peppered all over him. Whether when it’s out of pure joy as he sees you ahead of him that he runs up to you, picking you up and spinning you around to hear that beautiful laugh and when he does, he’s laughing because you’re really here and he continues to do so until crap, you’re wearing a dress. Whether when it’s for a temporary separation and he engulfs you with his hug, pressing his chin on top of your head and you grin, inhaling his scent as he whisper words of love and promises he’ll keep when he returns that altogether, it’s paradise.

It would include tears of joy as he lays his eyes on you after months of not being able to see you in full form, feel you around him and now when he is, his vision is blur and the grip he has on his bags loosen. He drops them within a heartbeat as you’re in front of him, looking fucking gorgeous and he’s at lost for words—not because he didn’t have them planned out, he forgot them the moment he saw you. You’re making the first move to approach him, holding his face in your hands as the tears fall from his eyes and he closes them because no, he can’t cry now, not now, not here in the airport but he is. He shivers under your touch as your fingers rubs his tears away and he can’t stop himself from crying as he yanks you for a hug and he hides his face in your neck. I miss you he confesses, crying. I miss you too, you admit, comforting.

It would include his voice when the aftermath arrives and God he sounds undeniably sexy. His skin is slick and sweaty against yours as he decides to roll you over, trapping you between his legs as he clamps you in and makes sure you feel his bare chest against your naked back. He decides to talk about anything and everything that pops into his mind and it makes you blush when in the middle of his speech, his voice changes and it’s suddenly deeper than usual. He feels you tense in his arms that he smirks, hovering over your shoulder to ask what’s wrong and you say nothing, before ushering him to continue. But then his hand slips somewhere that he previously was and he asks a question that acts like a switch just with—does my voice turn you on?

It would include good morning, goodnight when he’s not there to physically tell you that himself. In the morning when you wake there’s no one there to shower you with kisses, the bed is cold and there’s no reason for you to make breakfast because he’s not there to pester you to. But what does make you get up is when there’s a ding and you reach for your phone faster than you thought you would. ‘Good morning to my precious girl; here’s a picture of my beauty for you to appreciate!’ and it’s a picture of him posing beside a sculpture that you just know Taehyung’s the one taking the picture when it slips down to the right a bit. ‘Good night to my love; here’s a voice message and make sure you listen to this every night.’

And when you press play, he says nothing but I love you.

December 23rd

One Gift

Summary | Dec 13th | Dec 14th | Dec 15th | Dec 16th | Dec 17th | Dec 18th | Dec 19th | Dec 20th | Dec 21st | Dec 22nd | Dec 23rd | Dec 24th


5 years ago:

Rowan watched from the kitchen counter as Aelin ran around the house like a headless chicken.

Of course she left everything to last minute. Rowan reminded her the night before that she should pack, so this wouldn’t happen. But she didn’t listen. Which didn’t surprise him one bit honestly.

They were suppose to leave the house twenty minutes ago. They were headed to Aelin’s father’s house for the night. And for Christmas Eve dinner tomorrow. Then they were heading back home tomorrow night, and having Christmas day dinner at their house with all their friends.

Rowan sighed when he saw Aelin coming out of the hallway with a giant suitcase behind her. It was a good thing they were only going for a night, seen that Aelin packed for a week.

Rowan pushed himself off the counter and grabbed his duffle bag - he actually only packed for a night - when Aelin stopped.

“Wait. I forgot her Christmas sweater.”

“She’s a dog, Aelin.” Rowan didn’t know why he even spoke, because Aelin was already making her way back to their room.

Fleetfoot had been staying with Aelin’s father for the past month, while they were moving and settling in. They were bringing her back home tomorrow, and Rowan had never seen Aelin so excited about something in his life.

But it made him smile as his heart jumped. Aelin’s love for her dog was just another thing Rowan loved about her. And for the 10th time that morning, the box in Rowan’s pocket felt like it weighed a ton.

It was something that had been on his mind for months now. Back right before the move, Rowan knew it was time. After talking with Lysandra and Aedion, and asking Aelin’s father, Rowan was going to do it.

He was going to ask Aelin to marry him.

Aelin came running down the hallway and into the living room once again. She opened her suitcase and put Fleetfoots Christmas sweater inside, before running into the spare bedroom to make sure they had all the gifts.

Rowan had planned to ask her tomorrow, on Christmas Eve. But watching Aelin run around the house, something inside him clicked. He didn’t want to wait until tomorrow. He’d been waiting all month. He didn’t want to do it in front of others. He wanted it to be just them. Just the two of them.

“Why are you staring at the Christmas tree?”

Rowan spun around and found Aelin watching him with an amused look. Rowan was so lost in his thoughts, he didn’t even realize he wandered over to stand in front of the tree.

“Come here,” Rowan said. “I want to give you your Christmas gift.”

Aelin’s eyebrows shot up. “I thought we agreed no gifts.”

“We both knew them moment we agreed to that, we wouldn’t listen.” Rowan chuckled before holding out his hand. “Come here.”

Aelin walked towards Rowan, taking hold of his hand.

“I thought we’d save our gifts for Christmas morning.” Aelin said as she stopped in front of him.

“You’re allowed to open one gift before Christmas.”

“Yeah. On Christmas Eve.”

Rowan simply chuckled. He let go of Aelin’s hands before reaching into his pocket. He heard Aelin’s breath hitch when she saw the small box.

Rowan looked into those beautiful turquoise-gold eyes. They were wide as she stared back. She tracked his every movement as he slowly got down on one knee, the smallest gasp leaving her lips.


“Aelin,” Rowan looked up at her, the smallest smile on his lips as he spoke. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. From the moment you walked into my life and started to annoy the hell out of me right away. I claimed you then, and I still claim you now.” Rowan watched as Aelin’s eyes became glossy, the smile never leaving neither of their lips. “Will you marry me, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius?”

“Yes,” Aelin breathed before a laugh left her lips. “Yes. Of course I’ll marry you.”

Rowan didn’t think it was possible to smile as big as he was. He placed the ring onto Aelin’s finger before standing up. His smile was mirrored onto her own lips as she grabbed his face, pulling him in.

“I love you.” She breathed after a moment, when they pulled back. “I love you.

Rowan chuckled. “I sure hope you do, fiancé.”

Aelin threw her head back and laughed. She looked down at the ring for a moment before back up at Rowan. And that look on her face, Rowan wanted – he needed­ – to capture that look forever.

“Wait here.” Rowan walked over to the kitchen counter and grabbed his phone, before making his way back to Aelin. “I need to document this day. The day Aelin Galathynius agreed to marry me.”

Aelin laughed. “Buzzard.”

Rowan rolled his eyes as Aelin smiled up at him. He opened the camera app on his phone as Aelin grabbed his face once again. She brought her lips to his as Rowan took the picture. The diamond ring shinning in the camera light.

Without breaking the kiss, Rowan placed his phone in his back pocket. He pulled Aelin closer, deepening the kiss.

“We’re going to be late you know.” Aelin mumbled into his lips before pulling Rowans shirt over his head.

Rowan chuckled, bringing his lips back to Aelin’s. To his fiancé’s.

“We’re already late.”


“I’ll Be Home” - coming tomorrow, December 24th

Hook Up 10. Sam Winchester.

Summary: Sam hasn’t called Y/N in a few days, but with all that’s going on, she’s not too worried. However, she’s starting to feel some things she never thought she’d feel again.

Triggers: Smut (With Gabriel in this chapter). Angst. Fluff. Brief mention of abuse/ptsd related symptoms.

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Scars - Chapter 7

Reader x Yoongi

Warnings: Swearing

Words: 1,833

Chapters: 6 , 8


“Call for Namjoon if you need anything okay? I don’t want you getting up”, Yoongi finished putting his tie on and grabbed his blazer before crouching down next to the bed so we were eye to eye, “i’m going to be home a little late so-”, “w-why?”, I questioned, “erm…just er…work, I need to go or I’ll be late, I love you”, he gave me a kiss on my forehead before he quickly walked out.

I sighed. It was so clear he was lying, I know he was going to see Sofia today. “N-namjoon?”, I called put hoping he would hear the first time and thankfully he did as I heard his footsteps getting closer to the bedroom, until he was standing in the doorway. “Yeah?”, “can I talk to you?”, he nodded and made his way over to the side of the bed and sat down, “about…about last week?”. He sighed loudly, “(y/n)-”, he was interrupted before he could continue, “please, if you don’t I’m going straight back to Jacks-”, “okay, okay, what do you want to know?”, I wasted no time in asking him what I was curious about, “why did you say you were surprised about me not breaking down or leaving him?”. Namjoons brows furrowed in confusion, “wait, what do you actually know about what Yoongi does?”, “I only know that he sells those women, why?”, he looked relieved are I told him. Why did he look relieved?!

Before I could open my mouth Namjoon got up and made his way out of the room, “I need to go, I’ll get Jungkook to come over”, he rushed out the house slamming the door shut.

Why is everyone hiding things from me? It will only make things worse.

“Hey bub!”, Dina screamed, I laughed and hugged her, “ugh, it’s been so long since we have hung out. Alone”, she emphasised alone, as when we did want time for the two of us, Yoongi would always join as he didn’t really trust anyone.

Dina lead me inside to her living room before going out to make the two of us some tea. “Thank you” I said as she handed me the steaming cup, which I placed on the coffee table allowing it to cool down, “So…what do you want to talk about?”, she asked as she sat down herself, “I don’t really know”, I gave her a small smile, which made her frown. “Okay tell me who I have to beat”, she put down her cup and cupped my face causing me to giggle at her silliness. “Dina, i-i think Yoongi’s cheating”, I looked at her face and it was not angry, it was more surprised, “Yoongi, cheating, (y/n) are you sure its not just your horm-”, “ IT’S NOT MY HORMONES”, I screamed out in frustration, removing Dina’s hands from my face, “I heard him talking to someone, he is seeing today, her name is Sofia”. My voice grew quieter and quite towards the end of my sentence and ended up breaking as the tears I tried to hold back poured out. “Oh bub don’t cry”, Dina’s arms were wrapped around me in no time, my head resting against her chest as she hushed me, “she might just be a client, (y/n) I know Yoongi, he wouldn’t do that to someone he is supposed to love”, I sobbed quietly as she continued to try and calm me with her words, “you’re having a baby together, why would he throw away that beautiful baby boy or girl and his sexy arse wife away for some whore?”, I giggled a little at what she said, she also smiled. “Why don’t you sleep, you must be exhausted after all this crying”, I complied and laid across her sofa, she gave me a warm fluffy blanket and not even 5 minutes later I had knocked out.

Namjoon P.O.V

“I’m always saving his fucking arse”, I murmured as I was driving. Once I arrived at my destination I quickly got out and ran inside the building. Once I reached the top floor I got out of the elevator and went to the apartment, banging on the door, I stood there hitting it for a good 5 minutes, but nobody opened it. “YOONGI OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR”, I screamed not caring about the other people that lived here.

After a few seconds the door flew open, Yoongi was wearing his half done shirt and his trousers, his brows were furrowed, “what the fuck are you doing here, I thought I had you to stay with (y/n)”, “well something came up, I sent Jungkook over there”, I walked into the apartment and sighed. “You’ve gotta stop doing this”, I told him, turning so i was now facing him, his body was leaning against the now closed door, “(y/n) is at home oblivious to everything that you do”, I lied, well half lied she didn’t know everything, “you seriously need yo-“, I was cut of by the sound of heels against the floor, it was Sofia. She was someone Yoongi had on the side ever since he and (y/n) got serious. I felt like shit keeping it from her, she didn’t deserve this, she was sweet, caring and way too innocent for Yoongi.

“Oh hey Namjoon”, Sofia greeted, I ignored her as I always did, “I’ll see you tonight”, she leaned forward and placed a kiss on Yoongi’s lips, he smirked at her before moving away from the door allowing her to leave. Once she left I didn’t hold back anymore, “I swear to god Yoongi if this doesn’t stop I’m going straight to (y/n) and telling her”, Yoongi laughed out, “no you won’t Namjoon”, I scoffed it seemed to be a big game to him.

“Tell me one thing Yoongi, do you love her?”, “What?”, “Do you love (y/n)”, “what kind of question is that, of course I do”. This time I laughed out loud, “well you’ve got a funny way of showing it, sleeping with some whore, whilst your pregnant girlfriend is at home, constantly worrying about you. You don’t deserve her and I hope one day she sees you for what you really are”. I began walking towards the door, “Namj-”, he was cut off when my phone went off, I took it out and saw that Jungkook was ringing, “what’s up?”, “It’s (y/n), she’s not here”.

(y/n) P.O.V

I woke to the smell of Dina’s amazing cooking, her parents were middle eastern and as she grew up she was taught how to cook a lot of the traditional foods. “Hey, your finally awake and just in time I finished making, Mantu”, my stomach growled once she said that, I loved Mantu, it was probably my favourite dish now, all thanks to Dina. She helped me up front eh sofa and into the kitchen to eat. After we ate, I decided to go out for a little walk to clear my head. I walked down to a park and sat near the lake and just thought about my life so far, everything that was going on and how my baby will be affected by all of it.

An hour later I headed back, as I walked down the street, I saw Yoongi’s car parked outside Dina’s house, her front door open and shouting. I rushed to the house, closing the door once I entered, not wanting anyone to overhear anything. “How could you let her fucking go out on her own!”, “she wanted space, I’m not like you Yoongi, I don’t keep her locked up 24/7”, Dina screamed back, “I swear to God if anything happens to her…-”, I quickly walked into the room, grabbing the attention of everyone, Namjoon was also here, “thank God”, Yoongi breathed out, he strode over and hugged me, “where the hell did you go”, he said once he pulled away, “I went to the park, I just needed to clear my head”, “next time don’t go alone okay”, I nodded, “come let’s go home”.

As I arrived home I saw Jungkook waiting in the entrance, once he saw me he ran up to me and hugged me, “thank god you’re okay”, I smiled at his concern. Yoongi pulled me away from Jungkook, “Jungkook take her to the kitchen and make her something to eat”, Jungkook nodded and was about to take me, but I stopped, “where are you going?”, I asked, “I need to go erm…sort something”, he was lying, “please stay with me, get namjoon to go, I haven’t been with you this whole week please”, I was begging, I didn’t want him to go out to see that lady. I even brought tears to my eyes, “please Yoongi”, he walked up to me and cupped my face in his hands, “okay, I’ll stay. Namjoon go sort it out”, he pecked my lips and smiled.

Yoongi and Jungkook both passed out whilst watching t.v, whereas I was still up, eating the pasta Jungkook made. I was getting into the movie until a message notification went off. I checked my phone, but I hadn’t received anything, it was probably one of these two. I ignored it and went back to watching until it went off again and again, I moved over to Yoongi and carefully got his phone out of his sweatpants. I was about to check the messages until someone began calling. I know I shouldn’t pick it up.

“Yoongi? What the hell, Namjoon came over and told me you’re not coming”, the woman’s voice was quite high pitched, “ugh, is it your pregnant girlfriend, Yoongi you told me that all that bitch does is stress you out and annoy you, just leave her and that kid, you know you-”, I had heard enough from her and hung up. Tears were now falling, I got up to leave before I starting sobbing, as I was about to leave someone caught my wrist. I hoped it wasn’t Yoongi.

“(y/n), hey what’s wrong”, I dragged Jungkook out the room, outside to the pool, I didn’t want Yoongi to see me if he did happen to wake. “H-he’s got someone else”, I sobbed into his chest, “what?!”, Jungkook exclaimed, “how do you know?”, “I saw messages on his phone and the girl, sh-she ran him and confirmed e-everything”, Jungkook grew angry at this, I know I said we met at the club, but it was mainly Hoseok I was on about, as me and Jungkook went way back to the beginning of high school, “I’m going to kill him”, he was about to go back in, but I tightened my grip around his waist, “please don’t, don’t do anything, I want him to admit what he’s doing”, “but (y/n)-”, i cut him off, I knew exactly what he was going to say.

“Once he has, I promise I’ll leave”.

I’m sorry if it’s bad, if you don’t like it tell me and I’ll rewrite it. Thank yew for 300+ followers 😭😘 and please give feedback bibs😘


Photograph- Isaac Lahey song Imagine

 I went totally over board with this but once I started writing I couldn’t stop! It’s super cute and fluffy! requests are still open!

Originally posted by hell-not-hallelujah

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Warnings: A few swear words, slight mention of self harm

Wait for me to come home loving can heal loving can mend your soul

When Isaac left you both knew it was for the best, you loved him but you wouldn’t stop him. You both tried to make it work, but international calls are expensive and you can’t kiss through a phone call. Separate ways, he told you that you shouldn’t be stuck on him, “there’s bigger and better things in the world (Y/N)” he paused taking a deep breath “go find them” and then he hung up. Being forced to move on was your thing, you moped for days the pack was afraid you might harm yourself. But here you are, nearly two years later. Senior year wasn’t the best, not with all the supernatural bullshit, but hey it’s Beacon Hills what do you expect. You can’t help but think about how much better it would be if he were here, it would’ve been four years with him this year. You still had the pictures on your wall, even though your mom swore that would only cause you pain you couldn’t take them down. It was all you had left of him.

Where our eyes are never closing Hearts are never broken Times forever frozen still

They were happier, simpler times. There wasn’t too much supernatural in your life in the beginning, werewolves of course. But nothing that was horrible. You ran your fingers over one of your favorites, Allison had taken it at Mcdonalds one night. it was your first time going out together, even though it was a double date you wouldn’t change it for anything.

“Isaac! Stop throwing fries you’re gonna get us kicked out!” you screeched as one hit a middle aged man a few tables down. It wasn’t long before a manager came over and told you guys to chill out. You threw your head back laughing as Issac put his arm around you. The flash on Allison’s phone startled you making Issac chuckle. Scott and Allison decided to head home and that left you and Issac alone. You sat and talked for an hour and half about everything that had ever happened in your lives, and you probably would’ve went on forever but a worker told you that they were closing and you had to leave. So you did, hand and hand. Neither of you drove yet so you walked, it was about a twenty minute walk to your house but you didn’t mind it. You were kicking stones and swinging your hands, you being the klutz you are you tripped on your own feet. He caught you before you fell.

You wiped your tears and rubbed your locket, he gave it too you on your one year anniversary. No one really thought Isaac was such a loving guy, he was full of love he just didn’t have anyone to give it to until he met you.

Oh you can fit me Inside the necklace you got when you were 16 Next to your heartbeat Where I should be Keep it deep within your soul

“Isaac it’s pouring down rain and it’s like two in the morning why are you here?!” You shouted out your front door, you could barely hear yourself over the rain. “I almost forgot to give you something for our anniversary” you smiled giggling “And it couldn’t wait till the morning at school?” “I had to give it to you now!” he smiled reaching in his pocket and pulling out a black box, it had a matching bow wrapped around it. You raised an eyebrow as he placed it in your hand, sliding the bow aside you opened the box to find a little heart locket. “Oh my god Issac it’s gorgeous you didn’t have to get me anything.” “Shut up and open the locket!” you opened it to see the two of you at Mcdonalds you felt tears come to your eyes you wrapped your arms around his neck. “That way you’ll always have me in your heart” he whispered in your ear “Who knew you were such a softy Lahey” you joked, he laughed hugging you tightly, “I love you Issac” “I love you too (Y/N), but you better get inside you’re getting soaked.

You were pulled out of your memory when your phone started ringing, you looked at the caller ID Scotty Boy. “Hello?” you said, you were actually confused at to why he was calling you at eleven on a Friday night. “Hey can you come to the clinic right now, we have an emergency.” He replied “Yeah I’m on my way, what happened!?” You yelled into the phone grabbing your keys and putting on your slippers. “Just get here soon” and with that he hung up.

You were doing twenty over the speed limit but you didn’t care if it was an emergency you needed to be there as soon as possible. Your head hurt from over thinking everything that could be wrong. You pulled in half crooked beside the jeep slamming your car door running into the clinic. “Scott?” you called “What’s going on?” as you walked into the room you saw everyone standing there, no one was hurt or bleeding you were about to ask what was up but two hands covered your eyes. “What the hell is this about?” “We have a surprise for you!” Stiles replied “Guess who?” he whispered in your ear sending shivers down your spine. You spun around, and your jaw dropped “What- how- why?” you muttered, you could feel tears about to fall. “I tried to see bigger and better things like I told you to do but I didn’t want to see them without you” He replied pulling you into a hug. “I love your outfit by the way (Y/N)” he smirked you looked down remembering you were in your pajamas, and they weren’t even your cute ones. You laughed rolling your eyes “Scott scared the hell out of me I didn’t have time to change” you replied.

You sat on your bed with Isaac, it seemed weird, not awkward, it just didn’t seem real. “You still have all the pictures” he smiled looking at them all, they covered at least half of your wall “I still have the necklace” you pulled it out of the inside of your shirt. He pulled you into a hug, “I’ve missed you so much (Y/N), I love you more than anything.” “I love you too, more than you’ll ever know”


Prompt: Someone calls zayn because niall was stuck in an elevator and he’s a mess (crying and he doesn’t even realise that he isn’t stuck anymore) and none of the boys can help him so they call zayn and when zayn arives he just carries niall to his room and fluff and than they kiss (for the first time) or something Idk?

Summary: Niall gets stuck in an elevator and Zayn comes rushing to help. Zayn’s convinced he can’t do it, that he can’t save Niall but Niall tells him he can, he knows he can.

Warnings: a bit of niall raising zayn’s self esteem because i don’t really like it when people make niall  helpless, because he’s probably the opposite and helps zayn all the time, giving him cute compliments and congratulating zayn on every little thing and that’s just really cute :3

Word Count: 3k


It felt like a scene from a horror movie.

Niall was just taking the elevator, scrolling through twitter on his phone when suddenly the lights flickered and the thing came to a halt, making Niall bounce lightly. His head snapped up, and he stared at the buttons on his left. They weren’t lit at all so Niall had no idea what floor he was on. Realisation struck him and he felt his heart beat increase.

“No,” he muttered weakly, pocketing his phone and pressing the button for the opening doors. “No, no, no. Please, no.” He began to panic, repeatedly pushing the button before stopping because his mind was sent into a flurry of negative thoughts. Pushing the button wasn’t helping, what if he was making it worse? What if he was the one who broke it?

“Fuck, please open..” the lights in the elevator flickered and he stared at the roof of the metal box he was caged in. He was trapped.

He slowly sunk onto the floor and curled himself in a ball, he was shaking so bad, his eyes constantly searching the elevator for a way out. He tugged on the blondness of his hair and felt a dryness in his throat; he couldn’t breathe. He stared up at the doors in front of him, shaking his head. There was no room, everything was too small. The walls were closing in.

In that moment, his heart was beating unhealthily fast. He needs help.

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#66 He talks to the boys about your private life

Don’t hate me with the title…. I feel better saying private life… you all know I mean sex life :D x 

Calum: Calum had the boys over at the house as usual, it didn’t really bother me. I was in our shared bedroom, settled down with a book and a cup of tea. I heard the boys suddenly all laugh really loud, naturally I was intrigued. “Okay, Calum since none of us have girlfriends you’re up mate. How is she?” Luke asked, I crept towards the door of the lounge room. “She’s a great girlfriend. She’s the best girlfriend I’ve had.”  He explained shortly, everyone knew that’s not what Luke was asking. “No, how is she in bed?” There was a pause and then a chuckle which scared me. “She’s amazing. Like I said never had a girlfriend like her.” Calum said, I let out a sigh glad knowing that I wasn’t disappointing Calum. “Lucky bastard.” Michael groaned, Ashton made the same disgruntled noise. I laughed to myself before yelling out, “Thank you Calum. I love you baby.” He groaned, I could imagine the blush on his cheeks. “Love you too. Go and read your book and stop eavesdropping.” Calum joked back, I laughed going back to our room and picking up my book.

Ashton: I jumped hearing my phone ring from the kitchen, bolting out to catch it. “Hello?” I asked just making it. I heard muffled voices on the other end. I heard Ashton laughing, I knew he was out with the band recording. Then it clicked… he had butt-dialled again. I was going to hang up when I heard Calum ask “how is your sex life with Y/N?”

“Well… she’s inexperienced let’s put it that way.” He said, I felt uncomfortable all of a sudden. He knew that I didn’t like him discussing that with people… it’s out now… oh well. “In a good way or bad?”

“Both… good because she only knows me in that way but bad because I can’t do everything I want to do to her.” He said, the boys all went silent. “You’ve just got to give her time I guess. I wouldn’t throw it away because of that. I mean look at her she’s fuckin’ gorgeous.” Michael said, I heard shuffling on the phone. “I know she is. You know I wouldn’t break up with over something so shallow. It’s just the waiting for her to be… ready I guess.” Ashton sighed, I never knew he felt this way. I hung up the phone and left the issue. When he came home, I would talk to him about my readiness.   

Luke: It was always hard to get alone time when Luke was on tour, the only time we would get to be with each other alone was when the other boys were asleep or out. We agreed to use the bus one night and the boys would stay in the hotel.

After a long night, Luke and I ventured into the kitchen to make breakfast… only to find Calum, Ashton and Michael all staring at us with raised eyebrows. “Good Morning Y/N.” Michael teased, I waved coolly. I bolted back to the bunk to put some bottoms on. “Looks like you had a fun night Luke.” Calum teased, Luke chuckled. “Better than yours I’ll bet.” I came back into the kitchen sitting at the small table, the three boys crammed into the seat in front of me. While Luke sat beside me, he kissed my cheek. “Okay, let’s cut to the chase you guys were so loud last night.” Ashton complained, Luke and I frowned confused. “Weren’t you guys upstairs in the hotel?”

“No. We were in here.” Luke and I looked at each other horrified, before his lips broke into a grin. He leaned close to me, his lips at my ear. “Don’t be embarrassed babe, at least they know we’re getting some and they’re not.” He said into my ear. “And you’re really good.” He said a little louder for the boys sake. “Shut up Luke!” They chorused, Luke and I laughed getting up from the table to make breakfast.  

Michael: Being on tour with the boys was so tiring sometimes, but it was fun. We were all curled up under blankets while the boys played Fifa, my head was resting on Michael’s thighs as I watched the simulated game on tv. I slowly drifting in and out of sleep, I didn’t want to move though I was so comfortable. “So… how are things with Y/N?” Ashton asked, it woke me up a bit but I thought I’d listen in. Keeping my eyes closed, to look asleep. “It’s been great. I love spending time with her. I just want a bit more… if you know what I mean.” A million thoughts went through my mind until I settled on one… he wanted me sexually. “It’s understandable, she’s really attractive. Maybe you should talk to her about it.” Luke advised, I tried to hide my smile. “I have and I respect her. It just doesn’t stop… you know.” He said slightly embarrassed. “Would she do anything? Like you do something for her?” Calum suggested, I wasn’t going to lie I was very intrigued. I felt Michael shrug above me. “You know, Michael… I would be up for that.” I said opening one eye to look up at him, his face red with embarrassment. “You heard that didn’t you?” I nodded, he leaned down and kissed me. “Go wait in the bunk.” He whispered against my lips, I sat up, smiled at the boys and left.

Michael crawled into the bunk a few minutes later, he smiled at me apologetically. “I’m sorry you had to hear that. Are you angry at me?” He said softly, I shook my head. “No, Michael it’s okay. I understand, I still want to wait. I’m sorry Michael.” He smiled at me, kissing my nose softly. “It’s okay sweetheart. I love you.” He whispered snuggling into the sheets beside me.     

A/N: Hope you like it sorry Calum’s was shitty…. my bad!

~ Lucy xx

i can still get you wet and i can still make you laugh. (michael clifford smut)

Even after you and Michael split up, he’d still text you on the daily. He’d tell you funny things that had happened during the day, what songs he’d been working on, and from time he’d message you the thoughts in his hand when he missed you, and desperately wanted the touch only you could give him. Sometimes you wouldn’t even reply to those messages, knowing the heartache it would bring, because your new guy didn’t know you still spoke to your ex love. One night, you were alone as your phone buzz with a message ’I bet I can still get you wet and I can still make you laugh.’ you let out a sigh, frustrated. ’call me?xx’ within seconds, your phone was ringing “Hello.” his voice rings in your ear, the same chills you used to get running through your body way back when.
“Hi Michael.” you breathe out as you lay back into your bed, resting you head on the headboard.
“I miss you. I miss you so fucking much.” he confesses, “I know you miss me too, or you wouldn’t have replied.” You bite your lip, choosing your words carefully.
“Can you still get me wet?”
“I can be there in twenty minutes.”
“Come now.” you hang up before waiting for the response. You get up from your bed, checking your reflection in the mirror, touching up your make up and fluffing up your hair. You slip on the red underwear set that was always Michael’s favourite when you were together. After, you put your almost sheer black slip on top, you checked yourself in the mirror once more before confirming to yourself that you looked damn good. Five minutes later, a knocking is coming from your front door. You gulp, then taking a deep breath. You open the door, resting your body on the side of the door as his eyes widen at your body, the soft curves that used to be his.
“Wow.” he whispers. You bite your lip, nervous, then pull his in to your apartment by his hand and closing the door behind you both.
“Bedroom?” you ask. He nods eagarly, following your lead. You let out a breath you didn’t even realise you had been holding in as you lead him to your bed. You pull him down on top of you as you bring up your legs to hook around his waist. He watches you intently, before hesitantly kissing your lips, to which you respond.
“I invited you here, remember? It’s okay to be rougher.” You smile softly.
“I want to saviour this, I don’t know if I will ever have it again.” You nod, understanding his sentiments. His hand slowly moves up your slip as his kisses move to your neck, putting enough pressure to create love bites without you even realising it. He slowly pulls your cami off and dismisses it on the floor, breaking the suction on your neck. You pull him back down for another kiss before removing his shirt and placing delicate kisses on his collarbones. You push your head back and lift up your body to attempt to create even more closeness to his body. You whimper softly as he runs his hand over your underwear, before slipping his hand in and feeling how wet you were already. He smirked to himself, enjoying that he could do this to you - the most incredible girl he had ever laid eyes on.
“So I guess I can.” he comments, making you remember your earlier conversation. You let out a small giggle.
“You always could.” He slipped a finger into you easily, enjoying how you clenched around his hand at the friction. He slipped in another, then another as your breathing quickened in his ear as he became hard possibly just because of those sweet noises you were making. He fastened his pace with his fingers waiting for you to reach your high, his lips moving to yours as you reached your first orgasm of the night. He slowly withdrew his fingers from you, looking down at you as he took them in his mouth and sucked them.
“I miss this taste.” He comments as you look up at him shyly, suddenly aware of the fact you just became completely undone just because of his hand.
“Can I?” He signals to your bra, you nod as he unclasps you. Your breasts resting bare in his hands, as he massages them softly, and nipping at them with his lips. You push yourself up slightly as you pull at his jeans, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper with him finally removing the clothing, through his boxers you can already see how hard he was. His fingertips lift up your head to look directly at him.
“Promise me something?” he asks.
“What is it?” You breathe heavily.
“Please don’t take your eyes off mine, okay? I want you to look at me the whole time. Promise me that?”
“I promise.” He smiles at your response and moves your hair away from your neck, sucking on it once again. You began to feel selfish in your actions as he had been doing most of the work, you reach down to pull off his boxers and lower yourself down but he stops you.
“Later. I want to be inside you first.” He whimpers. You nod.
“Okay, eyes on mine now, the whole time.” He reminds as he pushes some loose hair from your face. He slowly pushes into you, allowing you to adjust to him after you let out a small gasp as he entered you. You looked up at him as he requested you too, you had never seen such passion in his expression before as he began to thrust into you.
“I don’t know how long I will be able to last right now, its been such a long time. I can’t believe this is even real.” You blush and smile as you run your fingertips over his back causing him to break out in goosebumps. You moan his name, encouraging him to go faster. His pace speeds up and you can already feel the pressure building inside yourself. You begin to close your eyes in pleasure.
“Baby, look at me.” He speaks in a low voice. You reopen them hazily, on the cusp of completion.
“I’m going to cum.” He smiles as he hears your loud moan just moments before his own. He rolls off you, and you almost whimper at the loss of closeness. He pulls you back into him, wrapping his body around yours. It reminds you of how he used to be after sex when you were together, a lazy smile on his face as he draws circles and patterns on your side and stomach with the pads of his fingers.
“Take me back.”
“I’m with someone else.” you confess, your forehead burrowing with a frown.
“Yet, you’re here, in bed with me.” He turns you around to face him, his eyes burning into yours. Words fail to form in your mouth as you whimper softly. Your boy was kind and sweet, he treats you like a princess, but he wasn’t, and would never be Michael.
“You’ll just break my heart again.” you look around the room, anywhere but his face, you knew tears would form if you looked at him for much longer.
“I won’t. Never again. I still love you.” He kisses your cheek, before nipping little kisses on your neck.
“You can’t be sure. You never know what will happen.” you slightly push him away, the guilt of what you were doing being to rise in you, you thought this was going to be a one time thing, but now he’s talking about getting back together and part of you wants to, desperately but you’re taken.
“I know that you can keep denying me, keep sending me away but we always come back to each other. I can make you happy again, like I used to.” his fingers tangle up in your hair as his pushes it out of your face.
“Alright.” you whisper.
“Alright?” he questions. Instead of responding, you pull him into you, crashing your lips together again. 

Michael Clifford-The Reunion tour

You’ve been married to Michael for 5 years and you have a 4 year old son named Ben. One Sunday morning the three of you are sat at the breakfast bar eating chocolate chip pancakes when the phone rings.

“Hello?” you answer it.

“Hey (Y/N). It’s Ash," he says through the phone.

"Oh, hi Ashton what’s up?” you say.

“Is Michael there we need to ask him something?" he continues.

"We?” you say.

“The boys are here too," Ashton says.

"Ok,” you say and turn to your husband. “Mikey, Ash is on the phone!”

He jumps out of his seat and grabs the phone.

“‘Sup dude,” he says.

“Sup dud,” your son tries to copy but you hush him laughing.

“Really?…. I’d love to… no way… I can’t wait to tell (Y/N), see you then,” and he hangs up.

Quickly he picks up Ben and throws him in the air playing airplane. When he puts him down he picks you up and spins you in the air.

“What’s happening, Mikey?” you ask.

“We are doing a reunion tour,” he says.

“No way, when?” you ask.

“In 2 months,” your eyes widen. “I know last minute but the tour gigs are small venues, 4 months traveling round the world with the boys again”

“That’s a long time Clifford,” you say seriously.

“I know, but you can cope right,” he says.

“I’m not worried about coping, I’m going to miss you,” you say.

“I know,” he says kissing you.

His lips are soft and he runs his hands up your back and you join your hands round his neck.

“Ew… cooties,” your son moans.

“You’ll get cooties at some point too, son,” Michael says.

2 months later and you and your son are at the airport waving them goodbye.

“Daddy, where are you going?” Ben whines, trying not to cry.

“I have to go play songs, but be a big boy, no tears, and look after your mum, can you do that?” Michael says kneeling down.

He nods and hugs his dad as he mutters, “Ronnie Hood and Claire Hemmings will look out for you while I’m gone”

When he comes to you his hands rest at your hips as he gently pecks your lips a few times.

“4 months, eh?” you hold back tears.

“I’ll miss you,” he says.

“Miss you more,” you try to smile.

You watch him leave standing next to Ashton and Calums’ girlfriends and Luke’s wife along with their kids. Before he passes through the airport he waves back and your son rests his head on your shoulder.

You really will miss him.

i know many of you guys have watched this interview but i just found this little thing really adorable!!

here’s where that phone rings when they are talking

and frank looks back at that phone

but gerard doesn’t and keeps his eyes locked on frank

and when he sees frank smiles he tries so hard to hold back his

just look at his mouth!!!he’s trying so hard not to smile!

but gerard your eyes tell us everything!

Déjà Vu

Had to get some angst out before Fluff Week, hope you enjoy the full thing!

“Hey hold the door.” Amelia yelled running to the elevator quickly before it closed. When she stepped in the corners or her mouth curled into a gentle smile at the sight of the ginger haired man standing in front of her. He was wearing dark wash jeans with a white shirt and his brown leather jacket that made his shoulders and chest look extra broad. He raise this eyebrows and laughed at the site of his girlfriend sprinting frantically into the elevator. “Well hey to you too” He said pulling her in for a gentle kiss. “I was just coming to find you.”

“Mmmm were you?” She said, still smiling as their lips pulled a part.

“Yeah, I’m gonna run to the grocery store and pick up a few things. I’m cooking you a special dinner tonight.” He tucked a piece of her chocolate brown hair behind her ear as the elevator door opened.

As the stepped of the elevator Amelia raised her eyebrows and asked, “What’s the catch?”

“Why’s there have to be a catch?” He put his hand around her waist pulling her closer, stopping right before their bodies could touch. “Can’t I cook dinner for the woman I love without having an ulterior motive?” Leaning down to reach her face to kiss her, Amelia turned her head so he would only get her cheek.

“Liar I know you, and theres definitely more to this.” She said not giving in.

“Amelia just give me a kiss so I can go make you dinner.”

“Nope.” She was the best at playing the stubborn game to get her way. “Not until you tell me why.”

“Not telling.”

“You know I hate surprises Owen.”

“You’re gonna love this one.” She shot her childish grin as he leaned in at another attempt for a kiss, but she wouldn’t budge. “You are the most stubborn woman on the planet.” He walked closer to her, backing her against the wall with both of his hands against it creating a barrier. He leaned in whispering in her ear. His voice got lower with a more demanding tone. “Now kiss me or your not getting your surprise.”

Owen had a way of making her melt like putty in his hands. Just the side of his voice sometimes made her want to crawl out of her skin in excitement. Butterflies were flying in her stomach as his warm breath hit her ear. “Ugh you suck.” She said as she turned her head to meet his lips. His tongue fought to make it’s way into her mouth. She allowed it for only a moment and then pulled away, they were still at work. He leaned in trying to reconnect their lips but her finger stopped him. “Nope. No more until I get my surprise.” She wore an evil, victorious grin as she stepped away from Owen and began walking to the ER.

“You’re gonna love it! I promise.” He called after her.

She turned around shooting him a flirtatious smile. “I better.”


Owen walked into the mini mart that was just around the corner from his apartment. He only had to get a few things for his surprise dinner. He planned to make Amelia one of her favorites that he cooked herder her for her birthday and other special occasions, linguini with vodka sauce. Making his way to the aisle where the pasta was he thought about how weirdly quiet it had been for a Friday night, but he shook it off and made his way to where he needed to be. He looked down at his list and mentally checked off that he had already grabbed pasta, canned tomatoes, pecorino romano cheese, he had vodka at home, all he needed was sparkling lime water.

As he was picking out which brand to buy he heard the bell on the door ring. He looked up briefly and then went back to making his decision. When he finally settle on san pellegrino, Amelia’s favorite, he heard some commotion at the from of the store. He could here some bickering and then one man say “Give me my money.” It didn’t sound like an unsatisfied customer wanting their money back, but more of a threat for the man behind the counter. Owen slowly walked up to the counter so see what was going on, the fight escalating as he got closer. A man in a black hoodie and light wash jeans was arguing with the man behind the counter. “Everything alright gentlemen?”

“Yeah everything’s fine.” The man behind the counter said nervously. “I don’t have your money, give me one more day.” He leaned in a whispered quietly hoping Owen didn’t hear.

“You know what happens when people pay late.” The man in the black hoodie reached into his belt buckle and before he could aim at the man behind the counter Owen grabbed his arm. The two men began to wrestle for the gun. The man in the black hoodie was a little taller than Owen but about the same muscular build so Owen wasn’t completely over powered. The man managed to get out of Owens grasp with the gun still in hand. He pointed it directly at Owen, as Owen slowly put his hands up. “Listen you don’t have to-“ BANG.

The bullet flew into the left side of Owens chest as he fell against the front of one of the aisles. He started gasping for air and coughing as he held onto his chest at an attempt to stop the bleeding. His white shirt was now quickly turning a crimson red. He was fighting to keep his eyes open when another shot went off and he saw the man behind the counter fall to the ground. The man in the black hoodie jumped over the counter, grabbed the cash out of the cash register, and ran out the door. Owen slowly pulled his phone out of his leather jacket pocket. His blood was forming in a puddle around him as he managed to barley type the numbers 911. It rang once and then he heard the voice “911, What’s your emergency?”

His voice was shaking, he was barley holding on but managed to huff out between breaths. “4th…street…mini…market…shooting…” his voice trailed off into coughs, gasping for a single breath. At a failed attempt to push himself up, he collapsed into his pool of blood, his eyes flickering shut.


At the hospital Amelia had just finished up her spot op notes and changed into her skinny jeans and army green long sleeved shirt with black pleather shoulders. Her chocolate waves were laying just below her shoulders, soft and messy from being in a pony tail all day. She grabbed her bag and cell phone and was about to call Owen when she realized she had a voice mail. She put it up to her ear, wondering who even left voice mails now a days when you can just send a text. She smiled when she heard the sound of his voice. His voice was music to her ears, she loved the way he sounded so passionate about whatever he was saying.

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working our way home

Merry Christmas everybody! This is for my csss @jollysailorswan. Just some post-Underworld Captain Swan, snuggly loving fluffiness. Enjoy!

Emma had never been more tired in her entire life. Not when she had Henry, not when she had never slept when she was the Dark One, not even more than when she spent the entire night after Killian died awake and crying until she had no more tears. But, going to hell and back can do that to you. Well, she went to the Underworld, but it was terrible, and may as well have been hell. It was worth it, though, and she was reminded of that every second on the journey back as she held Killian close to her side.

She got him back.

She knew she would. Emma believed whole-heartedly that she would save him. With her family fighting with her, it wasn’t possible for her to fail. And she didn’t, because his hand was held tightly in hers, and that was all the reassurance that she needed.

He was reluctant, of course, of the whole arrangement. Not that he didn’t believe they were True Love just as much as she did, if not more, but the idea of her sacrificing her heart for him, that’s what had him worried.

“Please, love. Don’t risk your heart. I’m…I’m not wo-”

She cut him off with her lips, closing the distance and shutting him up from saying anything more ridiculous. Because saying that he wasn’t worth it was the most ridiculous thing she had heard, and in her life, that is saying a lot. Her hand lays lightly over the space in his chest where half of her heart will reside soon enough. Emma pulls back, resting her forehead on his before gazing back up at him.

“You are more than worth it, Killian. I love you, truly. And I know you love me too. We can do this.” She said, searching his eyes for agreement, but he was still being as stubborn as she always was.

“But love, splitting your heart in two?”

“My parents did it. So will we.” Emma replied sternly, clearly not looking for permission as much as telling him. “My heart already broke the day you died…the third time.” She said, cupping his face with both hands, ignoring the way her whole family was watching them. “Please, Killian. Just trust me.”

After looking at her lovingly for what seemed like forever, he finally nodded, leaning to kiss her softly. She responded, before pulling away and turning to Regina. “Okay. Do it.”

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He Finds Your Tumblr Blog + Imagine


Jack was sitting on the computer scrolling through Tumblr. He usually creeped on Twitter and Instagram fans, but today he decided to give the Tumblr fans a dose of it. While looking at different blogs one caught his eye named gilinskysbabygirl. He went to the blog and immediately burst into laughter. “What’s so funny,” you asked walking into you guys’ bedroom. “Look at this! It says she wants to tie me to the bed and ride my dick into the sunset,” Jack said barely able to speak. That sounded way too familiar to you so you came closer and your eyes immediately widened in horror at the Tumblr he was looking at. “Jack-” but you were cut off when he interrupted and said, “She has a face page. Let’s check this out.” You ran toward him, but you were too late. Jack’s eyes then widened in shock at the girl on the computer screen. “Y/N,” Jack looked at you and you sighed. “Jack-” you couldn’t get your sentence out because Jack’s loud laugh filled the room. You covered your face in embarrassment. Jack got off the bed and walked toward you. He removed your hands from your face then cupped his hands around it. “Babe, I love you so much and I just want you to know that you can ride my dick into the sunset any day of the week.”


You and Nash sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast and talking about the fans. “I had no idea there were so many Tumblr blogs dedicated to me,” Nash said. You smiled at him “Did any of them stick out to you, babe,” you asked. Nash chuckled. “Yep, one in particular. It’s called nasheatmyass. Does it sound familar Y/N?” You nearly choked on your waffles, so you grabbed your glass of apple juice to calm yourself down. “Hamilton Nash Grier how in the hell did you find that blog,” you asked. Nash chuckled. “I was doing a little creeping and I came across it. Apparently you want me to bend you over the counter and fuck you. You want me to spank you. You want me to tie you up and-” You put your hand over Nash’s mouth before he could finish. “You literally can’t tell anyone Nash, okay? Especially not the fans. They already chew me out ninety percent of the time,” you told him. “I promise I won’t tell a soul. Now how about we go through with me bending you over and fucking you.”


You, Gilinsky, and Sammy were all hanging out around around the pool area of you and Sammy’s house. Jack and Sam were scrolling through different social medias on their phones. You figured you’d go inside and bring the boys back something to drink. On your way back you heard Sam and Jack laughing extremely hard. “I guarantee whatever it is it’s not even that funny,” you said as you sat their beers down. “Oh on the contrary Y/N it is. Especially the fact that you want me to fist your ass with a fork because I’m so hot ,” Sammy said. You looked at Sam with utter shock on your face. “You guys didn’t.” Sam held his phone up and you saw your old Tumblr blog. “We did,” Sam said. “Love the blog name by the way Y/N. Suck-My-Clit-Sam has such a nice ring to it,” Gilinsky said. You snatched Sam’s phone out of his hand. “Stop laughing.” Sam got up and wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry baby girl. I honestly think it’s sweet even though I didn’t deserve the blog in the first place because you’re way out of my league,” Sammy said.


You were laying down on your bed watching TV when Jacob entered your room. “Babe can we talk,” He asked as he sat on the edge of your bed. You sit up preparing for the worst. “Sure Jacob.” He sighed before opening his mouth to speak. “Y/N,” He said in a serious tone, “I had no idea you were such a freak,” he said as playfulness filled his voice. You threw a pillow at him angrily. “What the hell are you talking about Jacob? I thought you were for real,” you said. He just chuckled and pulled out his phone handing it to you. “Jacob-” you started, but stopped because of the webpage in front of you. “How did you find this?” Jacob just laughed as your cheeks turned redder than a tomato. “A fan asked me if I knew about your blog and I told her that I didn’t and then she linked me to it. Baby girl, I never would have thought you’d be into daddy kink, but jacob-is-daddy is definitely an indication that you are,” he told you. You looked at Jacob with worry in your face. “You think it’s gross don’t you?” Jacob shook his head. “I think it’s really hot. I wouldn’t mind you calling me Daddy and dominating you sometimes.”

A/N: I wrote this before it came out that Sam was into daddy kink, but whatever. Jacob could enjoy it as well. Also only the Sammy and Gilinsky gifs are mine. 

A/N: Here’s a blurb and happy birthday! Hope you like them :) x


It’s your birthday tomorrow and, while you reassured everyone you didn’t really need any gifts, all the same when you went to sleep there was a small pile of presents hidden in your mom’s room. You were a little disappointed your boyfriend, Michael, hadn’t contacted you at all but he was on tour. Maybe he didn’t have the time.

“Happy birthday!” Your mom wakes you up with a cake, parading into your room with a cheesy party hat balanced on her head. “You’re nineteen, baby!”

“Aw, mom…” You pretend to be embarrassed, but really you’re smiling as you blow out the candles. All through your day, you tried to be as happy as you could, but you kept expecting that call. As the day finally draws to a close your best friend turns on the MTV channel. “Let’s see… OH!” she squeals. 

“Hey, New York!” It’s Michael and the band. As you watch, a huge grin spreads across your face and Michael looks straight into the news camera. “I have a special song to dedicate to a special girl. Y/N is nineteen today and I couldn’t make her birthday, but…” And with a count of four, they all launch into their best rendition of Long Way Home. You don’t realise you’re crying with happiness until your mom hands you a tissue and smiles. 


“Hey guys!” You hide your face in your pillow as Luke turns the phone camera to face you. “It’s Y/N’s birthday and she’s embarrassed.” Your best friend informs the viewers with a serious face. “She thinks her boyfriend’s forgotten.”

“No I don’t!” You squeal, but inside you feel a sinking feeling. You know Ash has been busy with the tour, and you know you’re lucky to be on the bus with them, but you would have thought he’d remember your birthday at least. 

“She does.” Luke fake-whispers. “Hey, Y/N… I’m going to find Calum for a sec. Do the keek ‘til I come back, yeah?”

“Sure.” You agree, taking the phone and smiling into it. “Hey, guys. Luke’s lying, I-”

“You what?” Ashton bursts in right then, a huge grin covering his face and exposing his adorable dimples. “What’s wrong? Y/N?" Oh, you think. He really has forgotten. 

Until Ash gets down on one knee, whipping out a small box from his pocket. You can only stand in shock as he proposes with his usual dramatic flair. "Y/N, I have officially loved you for a long time. Will you marry me?” When you say yes, as he knew you would, Ash smiles into the phone camera you’ve forgotten. “Happy birthday babe!” He shouts, and you wrap your arms around him and kiss him, not caring about the ongoing keek or Luke’s grinning face in the window. 


You wake up to see your boyfriend’s grinning face in your own, jumping shirtless on your bed. “Wakey wakey, Y/N!” He sings. “Happy birthday to you!”

You rub your eyes sleepily. “What?”

“It’s your birthday!” Calum cries. “Get up, get dressed, we’re going driving.” And he jumps off your bunk, pulling a plaid shirt on and running off the tour bus leaving you on your own. You almost forgot it was your birthday today, what with the hectic life on tour, but you smile to think that Calum remembered. And he seems to have something planned! You dress quickly and hop in the passenger seat, but Calum won’t tell you where he’s taking you. 

“Oh my God.” You gasp when he finally pulls up on the edge of a still lake. 

“Oh… is it not-” Calum begins, looking worried. “I brought a picnic, I thought we could just-” You cut off his anxious rambling with a slow kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. “It’s perfect.” You whisper. “Thank you so much." 


You wake up early on the morning of your birthday, and immediately see the pile of presents your parents left beside your bed. There’s loads of gifts from your parents, family and friends, and you think you’ve opened them all when you see a small tissue-wrapped gift, clumsily taped together. 

It’s a silver necklace on a chain and a note in messy handwriting that makes you smile: Hey Y/N! Your awesome boyfriend Lucas here. I can’t wrap gifts, by the way. Love you! xx 

Suddenly, your phone rings. Thinking it’s going to be your best friend waking you early, you pick up without looking at the caller ID and chirp. "Hi Y/F/N! You wouldn’t believe what Luke gave me… ugh, I wish he was here.”

Instead of your friend’s laugh, you hear a small chuckle. “Uh, babe? Look out the window.” Luke laughs and your hand flies to your mouth. You jump out of bed and over to the window, where Luke is standing with the rest of the band behind him, waving up at you with a huge grin. 

Where The Lights Are - Prologue

i’ve wanted to write something like this for a little while. keep in mind this is only background info that leads up to the actual plot line. i’ll probably post the first chapter in the next 2 days depending on how well this does


Family dinners were a rare event in the Baker household. Any family event, really.

More often than not, Selena’s parents were off enjoying themselves on a cruise around their choice of tropical island paradise or drinking $700 wine in the ballroom of a lavish hotel in some foreign country. Selena herself had spent nearly her entire life traversing from her native Phoenix to the state’s best and most expensive boarding schools, raised by various nannies during the gaps between school years.

So it came as a surprise when Henry and Vivian strolled into the cavernous mansion–even that was an insult to its size–their voices echoing their request for Selena to “get dressed into something nice, your sister is coming over!”

She sighed, yelling out, “coming, Mother!” before she retreated to her large closet to pick a dress for the evening. She never did quite feel like she belonged in the family–never mind the fact that she was adopted at seven months old from a drug-abusing teenage couple. The disconnection is what urged her to change her last name to her original name, Gomez, when she was sixteen. Something Henry and Vivian waved off as teenage rebellion.

Her sister Emma was five years her senior and the Bakers’ only biological child, and she’d recently married. Having yet to meet her husband, Selena assumed he’d be accompanying Emma for this atypical night.

As she held up dresses in various shades and hues to her body, her mind wandered to the likes of her own man. The thought of Justin always brought a smile to her face.

He was nothing special and he was everything she could ever want. Canadian born, his family moved to Arizona when he was just six years old. He’d been working in his father’s garage ever since he could remember and was going to take over the business when his time came.

He also had a passion for tattoos–any type of art, really. All throughout his life he was planning out designs for future placement on his skin, drawing inspiration from street art, television, magazines, even songs on the radio. So far, both arms were nearly covered in tattoos. He was something Henry and Vivian strongly disapproved of.

When they first learned of Justin two years ago, Selena was already in too deep to end the relationship upon her parents’ request. She was completely and irrevocably in love. Ever since then, they’d always shoot glaring looks her way, making snide remarks when she spoke of Justin.

Finally deciding on a mint colored, floor length gown, Selena fixed up her hair and makeup and glanced at her phone laying on her bed. She thought for a moment, before rushing over to it and dialing the number she knew by heart.

He picked up on the third ring, his raspy voice melting her insides. “Hey, I was just about to close up shop. Got an old Thunderbird I’ve been helping dad restore,” Justin chuckled, his soft laugh carrying across the empty garage. “I know you don’t care about cars too much, but I’d love to take you for a ride in it once it’s finished. What’d you need baby?”

Selena smiled. She loved the way he was always so passionate about what he loved, the way his voice would fluctuate in excitement when talking about certain topics, the way his ears instantly shot up when someone mentioned one of his interests.

“Henry and Vivian are actually in town.” It felt unnatural to call them her parents when they were hardly around and frequently tried to buy her love. “They’re having a dinner tonight and I wanted to invite you.”

“You sure that’s a good idea?” Justin wiped his hands on his grease stained jeans, balancing the phone between his ear and shoulder.

“Baby, I don’t care about how they feel. I want you here tonight, it’ll help make it less dreadful. Please?”

“Well.. alright. Let me go freshen up a bit. I love you, angel.”

“Love you,” her heart leapt into the clouds and did somersaults every time he called her by his terms of affection.

She was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, signaling her sister’s arrival. With a heavy sigh, she stood up, smoothing out her dress before heading downstairs with a fake smile plastered on her face. “Emma,” she nodded.

Emma paid no mind to her, busy introducing her husband Noah to Henry and Vivian. Selena rolled her eyes. Being a med student from a wealthy family who immigrated from Belgium, he had their instant approval.

“Sit, sit. The cook will be out in a moment with the food.” Henry ushered everyone to the long glass table, large enough to seat a party of eighteen. There were already five places set out, and Selena whispered to one of the passing maids that they’d require another set, earning a silent nod as the maid hurried to gather the extra dishes.

“Selena, come sit! Don’t leave your mother waiting!”

She begrudgingly obliged, silently begging Justin to hurry. The table was silent for a moment, before Vivian spoke up. “I want to congratulate you two,” she nodded towards Noah and Emma. “I can’t believe we missed the wedding!”

“Yeah, because you were too busy having your slaves carry you up the Great Wall of China that day.” Selena snorted, taking a sip of water placed in front of her by one of the servers. She smirked at the look of disbelief that crossed her parents’ faces, and internally laughed at the glares her sister gave her.

“Selena! What has gotten into you lately? Your father and I will not stand for this type of disrespect. Apologize, right now.”

“Sorry, Mother.” She said the word like it was acid, burning the inside of her mouth.

After that, the conversation resumed. Noah went on about his plans for becoming a neurologist, Emma sighed in content as she spoke of their attempt to bear a child. After some minutes, three women came from the kitchen, carrying trays holding steaks, crab, ham, all sorts of vegetables, and various chocolatey desserts.

Before the first slice of meat even touched the first plate, the doorbell rang.

“We aren’t expecting any company,” Vivian confusedly stated.

Selena instantly jumped up, rushing towards the door. She pulled it open and a gust of warm, humid air surrounded her as she threw her arms around the boy standing there. “Justin! I was thinking you might bail on me,” she laughed, pulling him inside.

“And pass up a free meal? I would never,” he joked, brushing a strand of her hair away from her face before planting his lips onto hers.

She smiled through the kiss, placing her hands on his cheeks before pulling back. “You clean up nicely.”

“It’s my dad’s,” he glanced down at the black dress pants and navy button down he threw on, both just slightly too big for him. “Ready to get this over with?”

Selena laughed. “You read my mind.”

She led him into the dining room, where everyone seemed oblivious to them. “Mother, you know Justin.”

Vivian stared at him for a brief moment before jumping back into her conversation with Noah. Justin was a bit stunned at her cold treatment, but he was used to it. Any time he visited Selena while they were around, he could hear their bitter remarks from the other room.

“This looks really good,” Justin smiled, unable to decide what portion of his meal to devour first.

“What’s that on your neck, boy?”

He paused, looking up at Henry. His hand instantly went to his neck and he softly rubbed the newly tattooed word there. “It says ‘Patience’. I had it done about a month ago.” The sleeves of his shirt could hide his arms but they couldn’t disguise the small text on the side of his neck.

“So, Justin, do you have any plans for college? You know, my Selena here is going to be a nurse.” This time it was Vivian’s turn for questions. Selena looked on in disgust. Fact of the matter was she didn’t intend on going to college any time soon.

“Mother, I’ve told you. I’m not going to med school. I’m nineteen, I can choose for myself.”

“Well, that doesn’t always mean you make the right choices,” she looked Justin up and down, “so, any plans?”

“Well, school never interested me much. I was a straight C student all through high school, so it’s not like many colleges would want me anyways,” he laughed slightly. “I just want to travel the world. Course, I don’t have the money for that but I can dream. Besides, being a mechanic isn’t all that bad. And I’d like to marry this angel one day,” he added, nodding at Selena. She blushed a deep scarlet at his comment.

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“Mother!” Selena screeched, grasping Justin’s hand from under the able.

“Selena, I will not allow this kind of trash into my home. He has no ambitions and for God’s sake the boy can’t even put on a decent pair of shoes!”

For a second, Justin glanced down at his muddy, torn up Vans. He’d been meaning to get new dress shoes, but the need never arose.

“He’s not leaving, mother. He’s my guest, and I want him here.”

“Maybe I should–” Justin interjected, before being cut off.

“I’ve had enough of this. If you’re not going to show appreciation for this family, you can leave. Take the dog with you,” Vivian snarled, banging her fork onto the China plate so hard, Selena was certain she heard it crack.

It took a moment for Vivian’s words to fully register in Selena’s mind. When she looked towards Henry for help, he stood silent. Emma and Noah continued their meal nonchalantly, as if no one else was in the room.


She stood, her hand still clamped around Justin’s. She beckoned him to come with her, and they ran towards the stairs, flying up the steps two at a time towards her bedroom. Justin could barely keep up with her pace, his ears picking up the shattering of glass and more shouts downstairs.

Selena almost laughed.


send feedback maybe? i rarely get messages after i post and it kind of makes me not motivated to write the next thing

title: hands of fate - chapter 1
fandom: kyoukai no kanata
words: 2,552
summary: In the wake of Izumi’s disappearance, the Society begins to move against the Nase family, demanding that they turn over Akihito Kanbara and Mirai Kuriyama if they want to maintain their fragile alliance.
notes: cries i’m actually really nervous about posting this please go easy on me!


Rain patters softly against the pavement, staining the shoulders of her pink cardigan and leaving her hair dripping in a wet curtain around her.

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