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Gotta Go My Own Way 4 | Calum Hood

I am incredibly sorry for the delay. I’ve been so busy with my life recently (shocker) and I will also be busy my spring break next week so I don’t think I’ll have time to write the finale to WNCIL :( But this time I will keep you guys updated so I don’t disappoint. Enjoy.

Previous Parts 1 2 3

Calum’s POV

Coming back from Mr.Jackson’s room, I hid the piece of paper, that could potentially ruin the relationships around me, under my set of clothes laid out for our gig tonight. It was folded small enough to not be seen underneath my green t-shirt, but as soon as I laid the shirt down on top of it, I heard the knob to the door start to turn. My head whipped around to find the boys and Y/N, her smile still sat on her face as she laughed at something Luke said. I straightened up and leaned my back against the table our stuff was set on, my hands clutching the white painted wood. I flicked my head at them, a signal of ‘what’s up’, and watched as the boys all started to grab their stuff and start getting ready to warm up a little before soundcheck.

“Let’s get ready buddy, soundcheck’s in about 2 hours!” Ashton yelled, throwing my some hairspray to make my hair look more appealing than it was right now. Since the meeting, my hands have just been running through it, the anxiousness hitting me hard.

Y/N came and stood by me, grabbing the bottle and a comb from behind me and smiled softly at me. She sprayed a little bit of hairspray on the comb and lightly fluffed it through my thick hair. She almost at to stand on her tip toes, but she was and has always been the perfect height for me. All the negative and anxious feelings that built up inside of me seemed to vanish when I looked into the light of her eyes. She was too busy focusing on my hair, when all I could do was smile. She noticed my focus, and blushed before pulling the comb away to look at her masterpiece. 

Her hand reached up behind my neck at the baby hairs I had, and slightly tugged on them. The boys had now left the room to find their instruments, leaving the two of us together. My hands found their way to her waist, my fingers rubbing at the cotton shirt material. 

“My handsome Calum…” My smile only grew bigger. Y/N had always been that way with me. She knew how insecure I could get sometimes with Ashton being the buff guy in the band, Michael being the bad boy looking type, and Luke being the fan favorite. There were days when I would just want to hide away from the world because no one ever cared for me. I felt overlooked and under appreciated, but Y/N helped bring that confidence back into myself, reminding me pretty much everyday of how handsome, built, and talented I was. I leaned in and captured her lips with my own and molded them. She instantly melted into me, bringing her other hand to drape over my neck and shoulder. Her chest lunged and pressed up against me, only deepening the very needed kiss. I felt her moan into my mouth, causing me to leave a trail of light kisses from her jaw line to the edge of her collarbone, something I know drives her crazy.

“Calum…” she whispered, “I’m s-sorry I finished the song w-without you…” This caused me to teethe at the skin of her neck, leaving red streaks.

As a second moan escaped her lips, we heard 3 big bangs on the door, followed by a shrieking girl voice. 

“Calum! C’mon! The boys are already out here!” A loud, annoyed sigh came out of my mouth, as my forehead landed on Y/N’s shoulder. I could feel her body tense up beneath me, and her skin started getting warm. I rubbed my hand on her lower back to reassure her that there was nothing to worry about, but in reality, she had everything to worry about. 

“It’s okay Cal…go get ready for soundcheck, I’ll be on the sides in a little bit.” I lifted my head, my eyes landing on her understanding smile. 

“We’re not finished though.” I smirked, trying to lighten up the ruined mood. Y/N only chuckled at my stupidity, and nodded. I lightly kissed her forehead, and then sprung off the table heading for the door. As I turned the knob, I looked back one last time to see her with arms crossed, watching me.

“Don’t forget, I love you.” We both smiled widely, and she said I love you back.


I turned back towards the table, only to see that Calum’s clothes were still in the room, and now on the floor. I knelt down and carefully picked up his clothes, but suddenly a white piece of paper fell out under his shirt. I set the clothes on the table, a curious look laid upon my face, my eyebrows scrunching together.

It was slightly crumpled, and had tiny font, to the point where I had to bring the paper closer to my face than usual. I saw it was addressed to Calum, but the sentences that I saw in fragments nearly destroyed the butterflies he left in me only a minute ago.

“…solo career…break away from 5 Seconds of Summer…front singer of Hey Violet…great career move…” and so much more was written in this document. My hand fell over my mouth, shocked and disgusted that Calum had this paper basically signing his life away to Hey Violet, to Nia, from 5SOS…from me. I felt utterly sick reading the contract, reading all the perks he could have if he left his band, how much he would be paid, the places he’d travel, the ‘more’ opportunities he could have as a solo artist. But none of that would matter if he didn’t have Luke, Ashton, or Michael. I wasn’t mad so much at the fact that he’d be leaving me, but the fact that he’d be leaving the 3 main people who worked so hard along side him to have their dream of playing arenas for adoring fans a reality. He didn’t stick with them because he knew they could potentially become famous, but because he wanted to conquer the world with them by his side. But ever since Nia came along, she’s tried corrupting Calum, and trying to make him fall for the fame and money, like he promised never to do. And it was almost as if my biggest nightmare, had become a reality.

Soundcheck was just now finishing up, Hey Violet and the boys both emerging backstage since they were both out there. Everybody was all smiles and laughs talking about the funny fan questions, reactions, and signs that they saw from their adoring audience. However, I was sitting on the corner of the couch on my phone, my back pocket burning where the Calum’s contract was. The other 3 boys sat around me, nudging me to see what was wrong, but my eyes only laid on Calum who was laughing it up with Mr.Jackson and Nia, of course. His back was turned to me, as I felt tears start to form in my eyes.

“Wait…Y/N what’s wrong…” Luke whispered lightly in my ear, the other boys leaning in to listen. I shook my head, pulling out my phone and clicking on the picture of the contract I took, showing it to all of them. They’re not only his best friends, but his bandmates and business partners, they deserve a right to know even if it’s not from him.

Luke’s hands balled up into fists, Michael’s face was almost as red as his hair, and Ashton only began to get as watery eyed as I did as they read the dreaded contract. They all looked at him with stares as deadly as daggers, but his back was still turned, oblivious.

“Do you actually have this? Because if you don’t, this is a really sick prank Y/N.” Ashton said sternly. I shook my head defensively, pulling out the folded piece of paper quickly before stuffing it into my back pocket again.

“Why would I fucking lie about this Ashton? He’s been hiding it from us!” I scream whispered. 

“When did you find it? Where did you find it?” Michael asked.

“Today, under his shirt for the set. He was trying to hide it away so nobody would know that he’s fucking leaving.”

“C’mon, Calum may be stupid sometimes but I don’t think he’d be willing to give up the band like that. He wanted this more than any of us, he wanted the band to grow together and get to where we are now as a group, best friends, brothers. He wouldn’t dare leave us.” Luke defended.

“Then why did he hide it from us? Why didn’t he just flat out say no and not take the contract then? Why did he take it in the first place, and then sneak it past us, thinking we wouldn’t ever find out about it? Luke, this isn’t just your best friend, but mine also. Calum is everything to me. I know him as well as you guys, and even I know,” I sighed, before the next sentence came out, “the benefits are just too great. Calum is so straight-forward, if he really didn’t want to take the offer, he wouldn’t have even taken the contract.” 

As my voice died out, we heard behind us the convo of Calum, Mr.Jackson and Nia. Mr.Jackson had left momentarily before hustling back out to the small ‘living room’ we were all hanging out in. There was a huge guitar-bass like case in his right hand, and he set it down at Calum’s both, both him and Nia smiling proudly.

“Open it son. It’s a gift from all of us here.” Mr.Jackson smiled.

Calum carefully bent down and opened the case, revealing a new jet black glossy finished bass, clean and obviously expensive. Calum held it in his hands as if it was a new born baby, gocking at it’s new fine beauty. He was speechless, and beside me I heard all 3 of the boys groan to themselves.

“M-Mr.Jackson…w-why, why did you give me this?”
“Let’s just say, someone put in a good word for you,” he winked at Nia beside him, “and said you deserve it, and I agree wholeheartedly.”

“This…this is incredible, thank you so much!” His smile stretched up to his under eyes, the heartfelt crinkly smile that I adored so much was on his face for all the wrong reasons, and he was slowly becoming the Calum I didn’t know.

My world came crashing down, though, as Nia reached up to Calum’s cheek and placed a tender kiss on it. My heart broke seeing the two together, acting like a more real couple than him and I had this whole tour. Tears broke out of my eyes as they cascaded down my cheeks, my hands and face becoming hot, as I ran back to the dressing room. All eyes focused back on me, a concerned/sad look on everyone else’s face but only a smirk to be found on Nia’s.

As I shut the door behind me, I ran toward the back of the room near the table with all the boys necessities on it and rested my hands on it, letting out a loud sob that I had been desperately trying to hold in. My vision was instantly blurry, soaking the table beneath me. I heard the door creak open, not caring who was there, my almost hopeless state completely taking up my attention.

“Was that fun to watch?” The snarky voice echoed throughout the door. I shuttered as my tears stopped, but still kept my back to her.

“You tell me.” I sniffled.

I heard her chuckle and she walked into the room slowly.

“Why are you doing this to me. I haven’t done anything, to deserve the downright hateful things you have done to me.” I turned around to face her, trying hard to show off that I wasn’t phased or intimidated by her.

“You, little ms.princess, weren’t even suppose to be on this tour in the first place! It was suppose to be Luke’s mom! You haven’t even been doing anything to help Calum out, I’ve stepped in multiple times just to save his freaking job!” I was taken back, and gasped.

“So giving him that contract to become a solo artist is you being helpful? You’re not only trying to control his life, but you’re trying to ruin mine, and my best friend’s!” She could only smirk at my reply.

“You just don’t like the fact that I,won.”

“Is Calum the prize? Is the press and money the prize? No thanks, Nia. You’re very good at a game that I’m tired of playing! So, I guess you’re getting your wish. I’m done here. He’s all yours.” I swiftly grabbed my purse off the table and turned for the door, to see Calum already standing there, arms open for me.

“Baby…c’mon please talk to me.” He pleaded as I walked past him out of the room. “None of this means anything if I don’t have you here by my side experiencing it with me, please, I wasn’t trying to break up apart!”

I stopped in my tracks, my heart sinking at his lies. I angrily pulled out the contract from my pocket, quickly opened it up, and threw it down towards his feet.

“That! That is what’s breaking us apart, Calum! The lies, the sneaking around, the new feelings you’ve developed for Nia! I’m out of here.” I could hear his sniffles as he picked up the crumpled up paper as I stumbled out of the backstage door. But I soon heard his footsteps, coming after me.

CLIFFHANGER! Again, this imagine is based off of HSM2, so any language that’s familiar to you guys in here is from the movie. The next part will be the actual ‘gotta go my own way scene’ just a heads up. And I know this part went by kinda quickly, but I hope you enjoyed it none the less.

anonymous asked:

a fluffy scenario where gf gets back home from school super tired and a vERy cLiNGy jihOoN wants to cuddle with her but she doesn't want to, he tries his best and she gives in later on please? thank you so much ♡

Originally posted by lookgoodkpop

thanks for requesting!! 

ok also thanks for @wannaonestars !! bless ur soul,,, i would’ve never gotten this done if it wasn’t for u!! and pls go send some requests to them!! and send them lots of love okay!! 

- ok imagine coming back home after a long day of school

- not bc u woke up late lmfao but mainly bc u slept late rip u

- and also bc it was just tiring in general + finals week wow 

- jihoon usually comes to ur home after u get done w school and usually u guys do something bc ur time together is limited

- but today u weren’t feeling it lmfao

- jihoon comes over and he’s like

- ‘’i missed my cuddle buddy hellooo’’’

- and ure like ‘’jihoon im too tired pls no’’

- and all u wanna do is go to bed bc ur so tired and today has been a long day and all u wanted to do is sleep for 390348 hours

- but the way jihoon is looking at u,,,,w his puppy eyes,,,and his lips forming into a pout,,,

- and ur just like

- ‘’shit’’

- and u don’t know if he means to do that (ok tbh he would lmfao) but u try to resist this inhuman sound coming from ur throat bc hes so cuTE how can a person be so cute what

- and jihoon just comes over and basically clings on to u and whining like a baby

- ‘’jagiyaaaaaa pleasee’’

- ‘’im so tired though,,,,’’

- ‘’im never stamping u in my heart anymore’’ (i hAD TO ADD THIS IN IT WAS SO FUNNY NFDJLSNFD)

- ‘’sTOP oH M Y GOD’’

- but hes giving u those puppy eyes again

- and pouts even more and ure just like

- ‘’u lil baby o KAY FINE’’

- and jihoon just gives u this cute little grin before pulling u to couch

- and immediately snuggles up to u and ur like

- ‘’this isn’t so bad’’

- and ure right bc jihoon’s hands are playing w ur hair and drawing soft circles on ur back and its really relaxing and soon enough, u find urself drifting off

- he taked a bunch of photos of u and guess where they r going

- thats right (my type) to the wanna one gc

- ‘’hello have i mentioned that i love my s/o’’

- ‘’look at how cute they are!!’’

- ‘’wow look @ us i love dating a visual’’

- ‘’#visuals’’

- everyone in the gc: jihoon s HUT UP

- also guanlin: hyung,,,please stop u’ve been sending photos for the past ten minutes,,,

Uncle Sam

Word Count: 1,284

Pairing: Past!Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (friend, brother)

Warnings: Slight angst? When this thought came to me I started crying just thinking about it. 

A/N: So this was supposed to be a blurb. Yeah… that didn’t happen. I was doing my dishes a few weeks ago and humming to myself when the idea came to me. My first Sam x Reader of ANY sort and I’m sure it sucks. lol my trusty friend @dustycelt was awesome enough to read over it for me because I was too excited to wait for my friend to edit it. I hope it’s not crap, I hope you enjoy! Feedback is always welcome :) 

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anonymous asked:

I WAS THE HONEY ANON & THAT BLURB JUST MADE MY HEART FALL OUT, THAT WAS SO CUTE, omg imagine richie with the "cause i'm a beautiful wreck, a colorful mess, but i'm funny. oh i'm a heartbreak vet, with a stone cold neck, yeah i'm charming" & EDDIE IS IN LOVE WITH ALL THOSE LIL FLAWS & RICHIE SINGS HIS FLAWS SO PRETTY IM IN LOVE W THEM wow


No seriously, and Eddie is chuckling and is thinking in his head, “Yeah, you’re definitely a fucking beautiful wreck,” and Richie sees him thinking and rolls his eyes and keeps singing because Eddie knows how to make him feel like a fool and amazing all at once and he can’t imagine a world without the smaller, wide-eyed boy in front of him blushing and looking down shyly with Richie reminding him, “my fire was fate with you.”

anonymous asked:

Hannibal's face during the entire scene!!!!! And when he closes his eyes for a second when Will puts his head on his shoulder. Bye, I'm removing myself from Earth.

I was talking to t-w-a-m-p and I told her Hannibal looks orgasmic. He looks overwhelmed. He looks like a little boy whose experiencing something so big and so important and so fulfilling for the first time in his life.

It’s heart warming to the point of making my chest clench so painfully I can’t breathe. And it’s due to that last bit in the gif above. Where Hannibal tilts his head up and then swoops down, committing to it fully, experiencing Will in his arms completely. Reveling in the acceptance and the beauty of what they’ve done and who they are.

He’s truly awed by it all. 

anonymous asked:

oh my- jungkook :( my heart is about to combust! (i know this is not real but it feels so good) w-will he come back? baby buny? will you come back to me? we- my soulm-

“You didn’t just call me ‘baby bunny’ did you” he said running into the room. “Nonono i’m FULL of this shit from my hyungs and yoongis girlfriend!” He scoffed. “But you’re cute” his eyes got bigger “oh no… I’m not turning into yoongi hyung am i…. nonono…” scared he ran out of the room as fast as he could.

Ask my muse anything!

lesbean-on-ice  asked:

Hi I just need to gush about this girl I have a major crush on, she's a freshman in college (I'm a senior in hs) and whenever I see her I swear my heart is beating out of my chest because she's funny and gorgeous like she has blue hair that looks like a galaxy and these really soft eyes and I just ,,,,, Also I've been hitting on her a lot and she knows I'm bi so hopefully I'll ask her out soon PLUS I get to see her today !!

oh good luck w asking her out!!!! i’m so excited for u
-admin em

You Have Potential

Title: You have Potential

Request: Do you think you could do one where the reader is Fish Mooni’s Daughter meets Jerome? (You can ignore this if ya want) P.s. I love your page! It’s so amazing!! ☺ Requested by  lexandria-anarchy

Summary: Your mother, Fish Mooney, is dead and you ask Jerome to help with your revenge plot. Though, he thinks you’re capable of something more.

Warnings: I got a bit carried away while writing and realized it was getting really long so be prepared for a cliffhanger and a part 2, mentions of insanity, swearing (just once twice if it helps), elaborate revenge plots

Originally posted by ifuckingcreep

Your name: submit What is this?

Your mother was dead. And it was Oswald Cobblepot’s fault. You wanted him dead. Sure, your mother wasn’t the best mother. She could be a bitch sometimes. But she was your mother and you wanted revenge. You wanted to kill Oswald Cobblepot.

There’s only one person you knew that could help with your plan. She was basically your aunt. At least that’s what you called her. Auntie Tabitha. Your mother never knew about her. You’d met purely by accident, but that’s a story for another time.

You sat cross-legged on her bed as she paced the room before you.

“You want Oswald Cobblepot dead?”

“Yes. I thought I made that pretty clear.”

“You realize he’s the King of Gotham now, right?”

“No. No, he’s not. My mother is-and always will be-the Queen.

“Sure, princess.”

You glared at her.

“You want a flashy death right?”

“Of course.”

She stopped pacing as a thoughtful look overcame her features. “You know, I think I have the guy for you.”

“Y/N, I’d like you to meet Jerome. Jerome, Y/N. He’ll help you with your… request.”

He bowed deeply. “Pleasure to meet you, m’lady.”

You smirked. “A jokester. Perfect.”

Tabitha rolled her eyes. “You two have fun.”

She sauntered out, slamming the door a bit louder than necessary.

“So.” Jerome began, throwing himself into one of the plush chairs. “You want somebody dead.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes.“ You replied. “Oswald Cobblepot. He killed my mother.”

He closed his eyes. “Ah. Mothers. A bit overrated if you ask me.”

“Well I’m not asking you.” You stated coldly. He opened his eyes at your sudden change in demeanor. “I want him dead by the end of the week whether you help me or not.”

He grinned widely. It made him look rather psychotic. “You’re bad.”

“I’d like to think so.”

“No, but…” He trailed off as he got up and strode across the room over to you. He put his hands on the armrests of your chair and leaned in so he was barely inches away from your face. He visibly got excited when you didn’t waver. “I see that spark in your eyes. You have potential.”

“Potential for what exactly?”

“To be,” He chuckled slightly. “insane.

You pushed him away and stood. “I am not insane.”

“No, of course not. Not yet anyway. Think about it.” He grabbed your shoulders excitedly. “No rules. Just chaos. Picture it: living in your own reality.”

You weren’t gonna lie, that didn’t sound terrible.

“If you help me kill Oswald, I’ll… let you ‘unleash my spark’.”

“That’s the spirit, Y/N! Get ready to have some fun.”

“Don’t make me regret this.”

The plan: you were the bait and you were to lead Oswald to Jerome. After that you and Jerome just decided to wing it.

Your car pulled up to your mother’s club. Yes, it was technically Oswald’s now but you decided to ignore that piece of information. You worked up some tears, deciding to play the part of the hysteric. If this didn’t work you had the keys to the back door. The pouring rain that immediately drenched you helped with the overall panicked appearance.

You ran up to the bouncer. “Please. You have to let me in. I need to speak to Oswald Cobblepot.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. Reservation only.”

“Please! It’s about his mother!”

That should do the trick. Oswald loves his mother more than anything.

He sighed and pressed a finger to his earpiece. “Boss? There’s a girl here asking for you. Says it’s about your mom.” He paused for a moment then looked at you. “He says meet him upstairs. Stairs to your left.”

You were about to correct him, tell him that you already knew the way, but that would have blown your cover, “Thank you.”

He opened the door. You rushed inside and up the spiral staircase. You burst through the unlocked door and sat down across from him.

He seemed taken aback but his expression settled into one of interest. “I assume you are the girl who was asking for me.”

You spoke in rushed, panicked tones. “Y-yes, Mr. Cobblepot. Thank you for seeing me so soon. You see, m-my mother sh-she… and you! And, oh god, will you please just come with me?”

“Woah, slow down. I’m not going anywhere with you until you tell me what’s going on.”

“M-my mother was f-friends with your mother a really long t-time ago.” Now the stuttering was authentic. Why did rain have to be so cold? “Sh-she recently passed and she t-told me that w-when she d-died to come and find you.”

He seemed skeptical. “Why?”

“I-I don’t know. Sh-She n-never told me. Please, will you c-come with m-me? It was her d-dying wish.”

He sighed. “Fine. I’ll come with you.” He narrowed his eyes as he studied you. “You look familiar. Have we met before?”

Your heart lurched in fear before quickly thinking of a lie. “Y-you may have seen p-pictures of me before. Like I said, our m-mothers w-were pretty close f-friends.”

He raised an eyebrow but said nothing more. You showed him outside to your car. The rain had lightened slightly. You wiped away your fake tears and forced your teeth to stop chattering. After about twenty minutes of driving you pulled up to the warehouse where Jerome was waiting.

“You know, you really should’ve brought that bouncer with you, Cobblepot.” His eyes widened in fear as you pulled a pistol out from under your seat. “No one to protect you now is there, Umbrella Boy?”

He smiled nervously. “Who are you? I’m sure whatever I did to you can be talked over. We can make an agreement where you don’t use that and I give you whatever you want.”

“My name is Y/N Mooney. You killed my mother.” You leaned closer to him and pressed your gun to his forehead. “And for the record, the only thing I want is my mother back you bastard.”

So it’s about 4 a.m.

And I’m just watching some BTS music videos (for the thousandth time) and this thought crosses my mind like

w o w

Jungkook kills me 🙃 To further explain, here is a gif set of Jungkook and why he is the mass murderer of millions of hearts around the world.

He can be all smiley.

He can look like a cute lil bun with his cheeks.

He can be playful and silly (GREAT dance moves).

Or he can even be a heartbreaker.






but in the end you just deal with it because he’s your bias and the whiplash of going from 😇 to 😈 comes with the territory

anonymous asked:

Okay so I'm crushing on this guy and he's v cute and has brown eyes and messy ass hair and he's taller than me (I'm 5'10) and he's funny and we like the same music and he's an asshole but in a good way and we have drama together and 😍

listen assholes w a heart of gold are my favorite people ever i always fall for them the dork i like is the weirdest little shit you’ll ever meet in your life but i??????????? fall for it every time honESTLY and messy hair?? tall boys?? brown eyes??? fuck me up my entire type in a nutshell

anonymous asked:

@sprouthyuk @honeyjaehwan @royalbins @fxck-vixx

@hyukolantern: literally one of the best vixx blogs tbh like seriously also one of the funniest if they ever followed me i would literally cry tbh 

@honeyjaehwan: literally the biggest sweetheart ever????? lately she got anons saying she was overreacting or w/e about her gifs being credited wrong and reposted without her permission and i’m like ??????? she has every right to be and if anyone has a problem with that they can fight me but anyways the cutest jaehwan stan ever !!!!!!!! my eyes go all *heart eyes*

@royalbins: one of the best gif makers for vixx tbh???? like i’m still shook we’re mutuals tbh and she brings the most amount of hongbin content on my dash i’m so blessed !!!!!

and i already did meg lolol

Knitted Sweaters (MATURE)

On Mondays, he always seemed to wear knitted sweaters. Usually, it was either a colour- like grey or white- that made the pinkness of his cheeks stand out so much that it was hard not to notice it worsening through the day, or he wore one that held a specific pattern that moved horizontally around the front and back. His favourite appeared to be the dark green with small knitted cats on it.

It was everyday that he wore his big black glasses that sat on his button nose. To [Y/N] it was like they got bigger and more noticeable as the days went by.

When he wasn’t wearing a sleeveless sweater, the suspenders- that were sometimes red, sometimes black and sometimes white- he had attached to the hem of his trousers were on show. She sometimes watched as he fumbled with them when he walked down the corridors.

[Y/N] saw him and, for some reason, felt the need to try him and test him, just so she could watch when his lips parted but no words came out and even when he tried to speak, fragmented sounds would be the only thing he’d manage to let slip.

She would enjoy watching him try to impress her while his cheeks turned the colour of fresh tomatoes. However, she knew that if she gave him only a little encouragement, she could open him up to reveal something no one had expected.


[Y/N]’s P.O.V

I watched him from across the room as he sat at the small, round table. He was alone. He tucked into his sandwich that had clearly been tidily packed into the clear box.

I was surrounded by masses of people but I couldn’t help but watch him. Today, he wore a white shirt button up shirt, and his usual glasses were being held up by his nose.

I inspected in pity as a rather large boy pushed the back of Justin’s chair when he walked by, causing Justin’s body to hurl forward against the table. The boy and his two friends turned back on their path to watch as Justin’s gaze landed on them with a look of annoyance.

Running a hand through my hair, I tried to turn my attention away, but no matter what, I always felt the need to look in his direction. And when I did for the hundredth time, he sat biting into his sandwich while keeping his head low.

Before my mind connected with my body, I was on my feet and sliding in between the tables and chairs that filled the tightly packed cafeteria and making my way to Justin.

He came closer into my view and I licked my lips. It took him a few seconds to notice someone had approached him but when he realised, he looked up through his thick glasses.

I watched in amusement as his lips parted ever so slightly and his eyes got larger behind the glasses.

“Hi,” I said, taking a seat next to him. I took my left hand and rested it on his arm; he jumped.

His jaw juttered open and closed and his ears turned a baby pink. I couldn’t help but giggle under my breath at how worried he looked.

“Justin, right?” I asked, now trailing my finger along the back of his hand. His eyes shifted between my finger and my face. “I’m [Y/N].”

He nodded his head, which was probably the first true sign of acknowledgement I had been given since I sat down.

“How are you?” I let my fingers move further up his arm and he seemed to shake slightly in his seat.

“I-I’m fine.” His eyes were constantly moving, causing him to look confused as well as worried. He hesitated before speaking again. “How-How are you?” He asked to which I smiled.

I nodded. “I’m good.” I felt my heart stammer due to a wave of - what I assumed to be - panic. “I’d like to see more of you, you know.”

To this, Justin looked lost. His eyebrows furrowed and made deep lines like rivers on his forehead. He placed his half-eaten sandwich down and his nose scrunched up slightly.

"I get that it-it might be funny for all of you popular people to put me at the center of your jokes, but-but I don’t like it so please stop making me feel like you care and leave me alone- please.” He said, looking down at the table as he picked his sandwich back up.

My heart stopped thumping in my chest and I was sure that a crack had covered the surface when I heard the quietness of his voice.

"No, I’m serious.” My hand ran up his arm again. “I think you have great potential, you just don’t flaunt it like all these other guys do.” I said.

"I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Justin said, still sitting like a stone statue.

I sighed, bringing my chair closer to him and he watched silently. The room was filled with shouting and clattering and I felt the need to move impossibly close.

“Justin,” I started. “Have you … have you ever fucked a girl?” I was so close I could see the few different colours in his eyes: the brown, the hazel and the green. I thought his eyes were beautiful.

He sat still and I watched the muscles and veins working behind his neck as he swallowed. His nose twitched as he reached up to fix the position of his glasses.

“Have you?” I interrupted the silence that had taken over us. He made eye contact with me for a split moment before letting his eyes fall to the table in front of him. “… Do you want to?”

By now, his cheeks - just like his ears - were turning pink and only getting darker. He shuffled uncomfortably. I could tell in the way he began to fumble with his fingers, and his eyes started darting around even more than they already were that he did, in fact, want to.

"How about I help you out?” A grin was edging its way onto my face as I moved my hand under the table and it rested on his thigh. I pressed down on the material of his trousers and moved up slowly. I imagined his heart was stammering in his chest.

"W-Why are you d-doing this?” He asked, closing his eyes when my hand became dangerously close.

"Why?” I looked up at him. “Because I look at you and - for some reason - I know there’s more to you than we all know.” I said quietly, feeling as though everyone could hear.

"There’s nothing to m-me.” He sounded so weak and my heart felt heavier in my chest. “What you … what you see is what you get.” His eyes searched my face.

I took a huge breath and sat up. I wanted to watch him shudder and shake at my words but all he seemed to be doing was questioning my hints.

So, Justin.” I started, once again letting my hand run up his arm. “Are you telling me, you’ve never thought anything unclean?” I hinted, and she noticed the way his cheeks - after phasing out of their pinkish colour - were slowly becoming darker once more.

"N-No.” He muttered.

I gasped in response. “Oh, you so have.” I laughed, and to this, he flinched. “So come on, who have you had these thoughts about?”

"I told you, I haven’t had any-”

"Bullshit.” I smiled.

We sat in silence after that, but it was a comfortable silence that washed over us like waves of the ocean. The voices of all the other people around us seemed louder now that we weren’t buried deep in our own conversation.

“You.” I heard him say and at that moment my jaw fell while my heart did too.

"Wh-Uh, m-me?” I felt myself suddenly becoming self-conscious.

"Please, d-don’t tell anyone that.” His eyebrows furrowed once more, it was as though he’d instantly lost his confidence.

“No, I-I won’t.” I let my eyes fall on his for only a moment.

For what seemed like the first time to her, I felt as though his eyes were finally staying on my face rather than quickly avoiding me whenever I looked up at him to meet his eyes.

“I have a suggestion.” I said after what felt like forever. “Come over tonight.”

He looked taken back. His nose scrunched up and caused his glasses to levitate before falling to their original position on the end of his nose.

“Why?” He asked slowly, watching as my fingers moved around his skin.

"You ask too many questions,” I said before picking up my bag and beginning to rummage through it. I had paper and a pen in my hand while Justin had an unsure daze spread across his face. “Just come to this address, you know your way around here, right?” I asked hopefully.

He nodded. He took the piece of paper in his hand and kept it there, his eyes burned into it.

“I’ll see you at seven.” I said before standing up and leaving him alone once more.

Grinning involuntarily, I turned to see him watching me.

And I thought about it all day; I watched the clock in each classroom with anticipation. I wasn’t sure what I was excited for exactly, but I knew I couldn’t wait to be in his presence again.

I thought about him a lot through the day. I thought about how his nose scrunched up when he was nervous or confused, I thought about how he confessed the thoughts he had about me, and I thought about how I could lure him into me.


I was sat at home when the doorbell rang. Without a second thought I was on my feet and heading for the door.

When I opened it, I was greeted with Justin looking only slightly different to how he looked every day. He seemed to dress smart already, so if he had tried to do the same for tonight, he didn’t really need to.

He wore a black sweater on top of a white button up shirt, with his usual trousers and shoes that shined a little too much. The glasses still sat on the bridge of his nose.

"You came.” I breathed out, feeling my eyes locking on his body.

I let myself admire the way his hair, though only slightly, took a different style; it was more swept back than how he usually had it. I liked it this way.

He nodded in response to me and did nothing else as he rested his large hands firmly against his thighs. Before I did anything, I made sure to admire how beautiful the sun looked as it set behind his head.

“Uh, come in.” I moved out of the way, and he carefully walked inside. He looked so unsure, as though he thought at any moment it was going to be revealed that it was all a joke.

I watched as he stood awkwardly, clearly not knowing where to go or what he should do, I decided to help him out by taking his hand and pulling him to the couch.

“How are you?” I asked, sitting next to him.

“I-I’m okay.” He said, looking over at her. I noticed his eyes moving up and down my face. “How are you?”

I couldn’t help but smile at him attempting to keep the conversation going. “I’m good.”

He nodded slowly. “Good.” It was silent after that. It was almost suffocating how evident the sound of the clock ticking on the wall was due to the quiet in the room.

For only a moment I seemed to forget why I invited him, but only a second after that I pictured his hands all over my body, I pictured being heated with him and I imagined what he could be if only someone opened him up. I wanted to be the one to do it.

"Can I ask you something?” I asked, already moving closer to him. He nodded his head ever so slightly. “Are you a virgin?”

The silence before was nothing like this, but rather than discarding the question, she waited. Out of the corner of her eye she glanced at him and his cheeks were red. She kept waiting.

“Mhm.” His eyes avoided my face all of a sudden.

“That’s okay,” My hand rested on his thigh and started to move up, I was sure I felt him shiver. “I was kinda hoping you could show me a good time, but if you want this, it’s still fine.”

His eyes burned into my face with such a strong gaze that I felt it against my skin. While my hand was still stimulating his thigh, I felt a hand brush through my hair.

“Tell me you want it.” I said. “Tell me you wanna fuck me and you can have me. All night.” A grin edged it’s way onto my lips and I watched his eyes fall down to look at them.

“I-I do.” He stuttered, and I felt his grip on the ends of my hair as my hand wandered further.

“What? Tell me what you wanna do.” I felt heat arising to the centre of my cheeks while my fingers fumbled loosely with the button of his trousers.

He paused before parting his lips. “…I want to f-fuck you.” He breathed out.

I smiled and let my body move closer to him so that my lips could touch his cheek. I felt the warmth of his cheek against my lips as they moved down to his neck. I almost whimpered when I heard a low grunt leave his throat.

"Let’s go upstairs.” I muttered, taking a hold of his hand, I felt his strong grip in my own hand.

It was quiet when we walked upstairs. I walked and wondered whether his heart was thumping out of his chest, or whether his mind was racing with nervousness.

I waited for him to walk through the door before I closed the door behind us.

He was pressed against the wall; trapped in my presence. I let my hands run up the sweater that hid his bare chest. His eyes rested on my face, searching it frantically.

My hands moved down to the end of his sweater and lifted it slowly. My eyes rested on his as they stared back at me.

"No,” He said, startling me. He took a hold of my wrists. “I want- I want to take over.”

And he did. He turned us around so that my back was against the wall. I gasped softly in response to such an unexpected action coming from him.

“Are you sure?” I asked, already feeling his hands on the end of my T-shirt. He simply nodded and I felt a buzz of excitement seep through my body and electrify me.

Although looking unsure, his hands were still able to pull my shirt over my head and launch it to the other side of the room. I adored the way his eyes burned into my bare upper body.

I took the opportunity to reach up and take the glasses off of his face and I took a moment to let out a rather large breath as I witnessed his face looking so proportioned without them shielding his face.

“P-Please don’t throw those, I don’t have another pair.” He said, now looking so much more beautiful to me. I chuckled and carefully placed them down on the side; his face seemed to soften. “Thank you.”

Taking the end of his sweater inbetween my fingers, I trailed it up his body so slowly I could almost see a hint of impatience in his face, but I knew he would never admit it.

I pulled it over his head and his hair fell to the side, I hesitated before running a hand through it; he let out a breath as I did so.

His hand touched my waist and ran around my back while his eyes burned into my face, almost like he was checking everything he was doing.

“Your skin is so soft.” He muttered, letting his fingers move freely around my skin, I felt my body flush at his subtle touch.

Feeling slightly impatient, I moved my hands up and let my fingers come in contact with the buttons of his white shirt. I released them one by one and was slowly presented with his bare chest. I smiled at the freckles and marks that layered on various parts of his chest.

His skin was tan and looked so smooth under the light in my bedroom. I ran a hand up his chest and felt his body stiffen under my palm. His shrugged the shirt off of his shoulders and it cascaded to the floor.

“Tell me what you want again.” I whispered while moving my head down to his chest. I kissed his collarbone and down his chest to his stomach where I stopped and looked up at him. He was watching me intently, and I couldn’t help but grin. “Tell me.”

My fingers met the hem of his trousers that I had previously unbuttoned, and yanked them down his legs. My eyes were level with the area that I was anticipating and I couldn’t help but let a moan emit from my throat.

“I want to take you and fuck you.” His hand ran through my hair while I was on my knees in front of him. I couldn’t help but notice the growing bulge in his boxers. He stepped out of his trousers and they too were deserted to the side.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I trailed my finger along his thigh teasingly to which he shuddered.

“S-Stand up.” He said, and she couldn’t help but chuckle at his stutter.

“You don’t have to be nervous, Justin. Do whatever you want.” I stood so that his face was directly in front of mine and his eyes were boring into my own.

It wasn’t something I was expecting and nothing like I had ever imagined it would have been. His lips were moving against mine. They were warm and wet, and glided across mine so perfectly. I gasped into the kiss.

Without warning his hands touched my hips and slid down so that they ran around my sides and instantly met my ass. His large hands rested there perfectly while his tongue tickled mine.

I let my fingers fumble impatiently with the button on my trousers before I shrugged them down my legs. I stepped out of them the best I could while our lips worked together. I heard Justin’s increasingly heavy breath and wondered whether this was his first time kissing.

He roughly pulled me closer by my hips; surprising me once again.

“I-I want to lay you down.” He said, the palms of his hands rubbing up and down my ass.

I was confused. He was showing signs of being inexperienced but small specks of confidence were slipping through the guard he was holding up.

"You don’t have to tell me.” I said, running my hands around his neck and intertwining my fingers. “Just do whatever you feel.” I said, already wanting him closer to me.

He twirled us around so that I was moving over to the bed and he was urging me closer. I sat down and shuffled backwards, all while keeping my gaze on him. My back rested against the headboard while I sat in silence. He looked lost as his eyes stayed on my half-naked body.

“Come here.” I said quietly, keeping a seductive stare in him. Almost eagerly, he climbed in front of me and gained closeness until he was directly above me. “Now, what are you going to do?” I asked while letting my hand run up his arm and around his neck.

“I-I, I don’t know-”

“You do know.” I insisted, pulling his face closer to mine by his neck. “You’re going to fuck me, and you’re not going to worry. You’re gonna do what feels right.” I brought my lips onto his for only a moment before they moved down to his jaw. I kept my lips there for a moment and when I began to suck softly, he moaned.

“O-okay,” He said, letting his hand move to my thigh. His touch burned into the surface of my skin and effected me more than I would ever care to admit.

He ran his hands around my back and, I guessed, he was fumbling with the clasp on my bra. It took him a few seconds but I eventually felt it loosen around my body. His eyes burned into the straps as he pulled them down my arms.

I heard him hum softly while my bra left my body. He dropped it off the side of the bed and I watched him as he licked his lips.

I was seconds from speaking when his hands came forward and cupped my boobs, I gasped when I felt the coldness of his palms. Involuntarily, I arched my back into his touch.

Still without saying anything, he moved down my body and I felt an unusual sensation follow. His lips were wrapped around my left nipple; it was warm and sent a buzzing feeling through my body.

“Oh, Justin.” I whispered, letting my hand fall to his hair. My head fell against the headboard while his tongue swirled around the sensitivity of my nipple.

My hand moved from clutching the sheets and trailed underneath the material of my underwear. I let my finger flutter over my clit teasingly. Before I could feel any intense pleasure, I felt my arm being pulled away.

“I’m pleasuring you.” He said simply before letting his lips move up my chest to my neck. I drew out a long breath when I felt a wave of need rush through me.

Not long after that, his finger wrapped itself in the tangle of my underwear and pulled them down. I felt my body becoming hotter as I became more open to him.

“You’re beautiful.” He said, and I blushed deeply. I fumbled with my fingers as I felt my cheeks heating up.

He moved down once again, and let his lips press against my stomach. It didn’t have a huge effect on me until I felt him get comfortable and move his arms under my thighs; his face was now level with where I needed him.

"Justin, please.” I breathed heavily into the air already. He hummed in response. Not even a second later I felt the pleasure I was waiting for. His tongue pressed up against my clit and swirled slowly.

"Oh my God.” I moaned, my back arching off the bedsheets.

My mind was wondering how he was so capable of making me feel so good, but my body was writhing and I was soon not caring.

I felt his fingers digging into my thighs, probably leaving marks, and I let my hand move to his hair so I could tug on it. He seemed to like my actions because he groaned against my clit. I continued and pulled his hair with a tighter grip.

“J-Justin,” I whimpered. “Please just fuck me.” I scraped my nails along is scalp and he grunted.

He moved up my body after leaving wet kisses on my clit. The pleasure subsided and I only craved more of it.

When he kneeled in front of me, I saw his hard on behind his boxers and felt my body shiver. I bit the inside of my cheek.

“Tell me, Justin.” I started, letting my eyes flicker between his face and his boxers. “Do you ever get off when you’re alone?” I watched his hand graze his stomach, almost as though he wanted to move it further down.

He nodded. “Yes. All the time.” His cheeks turned pink, but not as much as they would have if he wasn’t so aroused. “It feels good.” I watched his Adam’s apple move up and down.

"I know something that’ll feel even better, for both of us.” I took his arm and pulled him closer to me. His face was so close I could feel his breath on my lip.

“D-Do you?” He muttered, his eyes moving around my face.

“Do I what? Touch myself when no ones around?” I grinned. “Mhm. It feels great, doesn’t it?” It was clear we were both excited; our breathing was becoming heavier and our eyes moved frantically around each other’s bodies.

“So good.” He whispered.

“Now.” I breathed, taking a hold of the hem of his underwear. “Let’s do this.” I pulled them down ever so slowly, loving the way he shuddered at such a simple action.

I was greeted by his length standing tall and I felt the air being knocked out of my body at his size; I couldn’t help but moan quietly.

"I-Is it okay?” He stuttered as he watched me cautiously. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Of course.” I giggled. “You’re cute. Now come here and fuck me.” I said, wrapping a hand around his neck so that his lips were forced to crash onto mine.

Our teeth clashed together clumsily and we let out little moans and whimpers while we hungrily touched each other.

I felt his hips coming down to meet mine, and I felt his hand move South. My heart was racing and I’m sure his was too. His tip touched my entrance and I gasped. He pushed slowly so that half of his length was buried inside of me.

“Oh my God,” He whispered under his breath, letting his forehead fall against mine. I looked at him but his eyes were closed.

He pulled out of me before sliding back into me again. He was moaning now and I enjoyed listening to him make such noises.

“D-does that feel good?” He asked, still keeping his eyes closed.

“So good.” I felt the rigidness of his length pushing against my walls and couldn’t help but moan against the skin on his cheek. “F-Faster.”

“I-I’m not sure how to..” He muttered, thrusting his hips forward almost perfectly; he had no idea how good he was.

“Oh, shit.” I gasped, my back lifting off the bed. “Th-that’s good.” I stumbled.

He looked unsure but found a rhythm that he could stick to, he pounded into me with such a strange confidence that I never would have seen coming from him.

“Fuck, Justin. Please don’t stop.” I whimpered while my fingers dug into his skin. I adored the way he grunted.

“This f-feels even better, holy sh-shit.” He rasped, and I felt my stomach flip as he cursed. “I’m gonna c-cum.”

I didn’t blame him. I had almost forgotten that it was his first time. I pressed my hands against his shoulder and pushed him over so that he was laying on his back.

“Let me make you cum.” I felt empowered as I watched him entranced by me. His hands fell to my thighs when I straddled him.

I took a hold of him and I heard him let out a whimper. I pushed down on him once he was aligned with my entrance and felt him fill me up once more.

The air was hot then, and it only got hotter as I began to rock my hips. Our moans clashed with each other in the air and slipped away as more left our throats.

“Y/N, oh my God.” His chest heaved and his hair fell down the side of his face. I noticed his eyes burning into my chest as my boobs bounced before his eyes.

“You like that?” I asked, feeling him hit my g-spot each time. “Fuck.”

His eyebrows furrowed and I felt his hips jolt up to meet my movements. Resting my hands against his chest, I felt my hair sticking to my skin due to the sweat that was building up.

“[Y/N], I-I’m gonna cum. Please.” He moaned while he scrunched his eyes shut, probably trying to stop himself from letting go then and there.

“What are you waiting for? Cum for me.” I rocked my hips with more force as I felt my stomach clenching and my thighs shaking.

“I want to do it with you, cum with me.” He said quietly before pressing his lips onto the skin of my neck. “Now.” He rasped.

And I did. I felt my legs becoming tired but the intensity of my orgasm caused me to feel encouraged to carry it out for as long as I could.

“Oh my God-”

“Holy fuck!” His body shook and I took great pleasure in watching him, all while experiencing my own wave of pleasure.

“Holy shit. F-Fuck.”

It was only then that I truly understood that I was Justin’s first time; his first everything. With his rosy red cheeks and tangled hair, he looked like a boy that had just lost his virginity. I collapsed next to him in exhaustion.

I remembered the Justin I was so used to seeing everyday; quiet and so stuck inside of himself, so scared. This was such a different person laid next to me, but all of a sudden, it was the only Justin I wanted to see everyday.

you are the type of person who reminds me to look at the moon, to wish upon shooting stars, to love the world with my whole heart.
you fix my eyes upon the skies, upon the street lights, upon dreams so high and you astonish me with your deep mind but you’ve got even deeper eyes that i get lost in from time to time.
you are stronger than the tallest trees yet softer than piano keys
you are the single light in a world gone dark
you are forever in my heart.
—  you. m.w

anonymous asked:

May I request one where you and Luke get into an argument and it's your fault so he gives you the silent treatment but your to stubborn to admit you were wrong until you corner him & try to make him crack but you burst into tears and say your sorry?

Here you go, babe! Enjoy! xx

“You know what, Luke? You’re an asshole! I can’t believe I ever loved you!” You scream, your face only inches away from his.

He steps back, the anger suddenly fading from his features. “‘Loved’?” He asks, his voice only a whisper now.

You suddenly realize what you’ve said, but before you have a chance to take it back, Luke turns and walks away from you. He heads into you guys’ bedroom and shuts the door. You hear the lock click, and your heart falls. You hadn’t meant to say that, it just came out in the heat of the moment.

You walk over to the couch and collapse onto it. Tears are now steadily falling from your eyes and you want nothing more than to just go to bed and cuddle your boyfriend. You wish that this stupid fight had never even happened.

It was all because Luke had asked you to stop spending so much time with your best friend, Daniel. Luke thought that he liked you as more than a friend, and he wasn’t comfortable with the two of you hanging out alone. You, of course, overreacted to his request and then an argument ensued.

A lot of things were said that both of you regret, but you can’t believe you made Luke think that you don’t still love him. You do, more than anything.

After a few minutes, you hear the bedroom door open and you jump off the couch. You dry your tears quickly as he walks back out into the living room.

He doesn’t even look in your direction as he turns and walks into the kitchen. You follow him and watch as he makes himself a sandwich without even acknowledging your presence. You stare at him, waiting for him to make the first move. But he doesn’t.

Instead, he takes his sandwich into the living room and sits down on the couch. He flicks on the tv and begins scanning the channels for something to watch.
You sit down on the other end of the couch and continue watching him. Clearly he must know that you want him to say something. He keeps his eyes straight ahead, though, and doesn’t speak.

Finally, you’ve had enough of the silence.

“Luke,” you say softly. “Can we talk about this?”

His eyes finally snap to meet yours. “Are you going to stop hanging out with Daniel?”

“No,” you answer, immediately defensive again. “You can’t boss me around, Luke. You don’t own me.”

He turns his attention back to the tv, clearly done speaking to you again. You groan and fold your arms over your chest. If he’s going to give you the silent treatment, then you’ll do the same to him. He’ll be the first to crack. He always is.

The night continues like this until you finally decide to go to bed. You walk back into the bedroom without so much as a look in Luke’s direction and strip out of your clothes. You then put your pajamas on and climb into bed. You don’t even bother washing your face or brushing your teeth or doing any of your usual nightly routine. You just want to sleep.

You lay there for almost an hour before you finally hear the tv turn off in the living room. Luke’s heavy footsteps head toward the bedroom and you sit up. You’ve realized by now that you won’t be able to sleep soundly knowing that Luke is mad at you.

He sees you sitting there in the dim light from the hallway, but he still doesn’t acknowledge you. You sigh loudly and climb out of bed as he walks toward his dresser to grab some pajama pants.

“Luke,” you say seriously, finally breaking your silence. “Please stop this. It’s immature. We have to work this out like adults.”

He continues rummaging through his drawers, his back to you.

“Luke!” You say, a bit louder.

He finally turns around and you see a little bit of anger in his blue eyes. “What, (Y/N)? I don’t want to ‘work this out’! I’ve never once asked you to do anything for me in all this time we’ve been together. But then I ask this one thing, and you won’t do it! It’s aggravating because you know that I’d do anything for you! I’d drop everyone and everything if you asked me to! But if you can’t do this for me, then I don’t want to keep wasting my time. It’s obvious you don’t feel the same way about me that I do about you.”

You stagger back, not expecting this outburst. You feel the tears coming back to your eyes, and within a minute you’re a full-on sobbing mess. 

He doesn’t try to comfort you, but you can see in his eyes that he really wants to. There are so many things you want to tell him, but you can hardly form words between all of your sobs.

“Luke- please- just… listen…” You choke.

When he hears you trying to speak, he finally places a comforting hand on your back. You fall to the floor and he sits down beside you, gently rubbing your back and trying to calm you.

“Shh, (Y/N),” he whispers. “Just breathe. I’m not going anywhere right this minute. Just take your time, okay?”

You give him a slight nod as you continue trying to regulate your breathing. It takes a few minutes, but finally you’ve calmed yourself to the point where you can form coherent words again.

“I l-love you, Luke,” you say. “I love you so much that i-it fucking scares me. T-the only people that I-I’ve ever loved have l-left me, so I p-promised myself that I would never f-fall for someone again. And then you waltz into m-my life with your stupid long legs, and your stupid perfect hair, and your stupid adorable personality,” you see him crack a smile at this from the corner of your eye, and it makes you feel a bit more hopeful. “I didn’t know what to do. I kept telling myself that you were gonna break my heart one day so I shouldn’t get attached. So what do I do? I go and get fucking attached,” you laugh humorlessly. “W-when you asked me to stop spending so much time with Daniel, all of my fears just came back. I was afraid that if I did this for you, then when you inevitably break my heart, I’ll have no one left. Besides you, he’s like my only friend. I didn’t want you to be the only person I can rely on. I don’t want to give any one person that kind of power over me.”

You look over at him and see that all of the anger is gone from his face. You can’t quite decipher the emotion that’s replaced it, but you’re relieved to know that he’s not still angry.

“(Y/N),” he says, his voice gentle. “I know that life has no guarantees, but I promise that I have absolutely no intention of ever breaking your heart. I don’t know how I could ever live with myself if I did something like that. And I didn’t know that you felt like this, otherwise I probably never would’ve asked you to stop hanging out with him. I’ve just always felt like for some reason you weren’t putting your all into this relationship, and part of me wondered if it was because of him. But now I know it’s not.”

You nod, your eyes never leaving his. “I’m s-sorry for not telling you how I was feeling.”

He places a finger under your chin and lifts your head so that you’re looking at him. “I know what it’s like to have my heart broken,” he says. “And I know how scary it can be to trust someone else after it happens. But please,” he whispers. “Please don’t shut me out because you’re afraid.”

You nod. “I’ll try, Luke. I promise.”

“I love you,” he says, pulling you into his lap.

You lean up and gently kiss him on the cheek, “I love you, too.”

theclarinetplayer  asked:

YOU'RE RIGHT, KITE DIDN'T DESERVE ANYTHING BAD THAT HAPPENED TO HIM! Kite is one of my favorite hxh characters. When you finish the Chimera Ant arc, be ready for feels. I cried more than once and it takes a lot for me to cry over a show. This arc is ridiculously long, but it's worth it.


also in the hunterpedia, it says that in the old anime kite had more handsome traits, which, rude!!!!! i think he’s beautiful in the 2011, even if his eyes make him look a lil shady. i love the dorito faced man w all my heart….. 

also yeah! i was looking at thumbnails for future episodes and this is long asf.. but i’m whipping through these episode’s at the speed of light so maybe if i hurry through watching hxh even faster the feels won’t be able to catch me

Originally posted by desu

tagged by @dreamytaehyungx to write down the last 15 tags w your bias… so y’all get to see both junmyeon AND chanyeol bc i have issues picking between them

#yes sir #dead #omfg #rude #my guardian angel #so cute #what a man
#god i love boys with curls or not flat hair idk how to explain 
#i’m so full of love  #i just choked on my spit
#fucking terrible #this is so fucking rude 
#i let this sit in my likes for a week before deciding to rb it (there was a shirtless suho)
#skull emojis everywhere #heart eyes

#just kill me already #hmmmmmmmmMMMMMM #skull emoji #get the hell away #fucking terrible #wowowowwo #i wanna punch him #skull emojis everywhere #ethereal #dead #fucking dead #skull emoji x1000 #beautiful #wow #i’m so heart eyes rn

in conclusion i am embarrassed by my tags for junnie and i have a lot of pent up aggression towards chanyeol lmao great

i tag: @kapparel @parkjmini @kokokaisoobop 

have fun yaaaallll <3

Originally posted by yeolhighness