i'm sorry it took me forever to do this for you. life's been crazy!

i’ll always come back {j.v}

forever tag: @angelicshinigami @tothetardissterek (if you’d like to be added to this list, please notify me)

request: “Ok but Jerome coming back to life and having to rescue his gf who is locked up in Arkham, cause when he died, she was crying over him and the cops took this chance to cuff her. He finds her tortured(like HQ in SS)and insane. He takes her back and When she recovers, maybe some smut can happen with dom!reader, which takes Jerome by surprise cause this is new. Hope this isn’t too long 😂” - anonymous

word count: 738 (i guess the 700s is the normal length now)

warnings: Jerome’s death, torture, some angst, some semi-fluff.

i’m sorry but i felt going down the fluff road instead of the smut road for this imagine. i hope that was okay with you, anon. btw, the Arkham Asylum I was imagining here was the one in Batman: The Telltale Series.


That was all you whispered. It was all you could manage as the knife was plunged into his pale neck. Why would Galavan do this? Didn’t he need Jerome? He was going to make your puddin’ a star. Instead, he betrayed him.

You rushed forward, kneeling down to the ground. Your hands were stained with his blood as you held his face. Hot tears made their way down your makeup coated cheeks.

“J, no!” You screamed as Jim Gordon grabbed your hands and shoved them behind your back, cuffing them. As you were being dragged away, anger began boiling inside of you, taking the place of the heavy sadness. Anger for Galavan.

“I’ll kill you, Galavan, I swear to God I’ll kill you!” You growled, attempting to break free from the tight grip of the metal handcuffs.

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Don't Act Like Your July 4th Ain't Like This Every Year
  • Patriot: Son, come into my office. I've got something to show you.
  • Son: *coyly walks into office* Yeah, dad.
  • Patriot: Do you know what day it is, son?
  • Son: Tuesday.
  • Patriot: No, son... well, yes, but there's more to it than that. It's Stars 'N' Stripes day, son. Do you know what that means?
  • Son: *shrugs*
  • Patriot: It's the day our beautiful country broke away from the incredibly far-left tyranny of the British monarchy and took the first step towards becoming the greatest country on god's earth.
  • Son: Oh, word.
  • Patriot: Yes, son, absolutely word. Now, take a look at this. *pulls box from under his desk and places in on table* What do you think this is?
  • Son: A box with crazy colors.
  • Patriot: No, son... well, yes, but the colors on this box all represent something. The red represents the blood of those who sacrificed themselves for our beautiful country, the white represents uhh...
  • Son: Cum!
  • Patriot: Boy, I have it in me to pop you if you keep saying nonsense like that!
  • Son: *snickers*
  • Patriot: No, the white does not represent... that substance. It represents uhh, the snow that tops the great mountains that you can find in certain parts of our beautiful country. And the blue represents the ocean, which we of course have national ownership over.
  • Son: Wow, interesting.
  • Patriot: It's more than interesting, son. It's everything that I stand for. What your forefathers stood for, and what your children too will stand for. Now, take a look at what's inside this box, son. *pops open the box* What do you think of that?
  • Son: Ooh... well, I like the silky velvet lining.
  • Patriot: Hmm?
  • Son: There's really nice lining on the inside of the box.
  • Patriot: What are you talking about? *turns box around* Well, Andrew Jackson be damned! There's nothing in this box! Boy, did you take what was inside of this box?
  • Son: No, this is the first time I even saw the thing.
  • Patriot: *red with anger* Argh! Calm down. Calm down... breathe easy. Well, son. What was supposed to be in this box was the flag of our country. The same flag that your great grandfather flew in the big war as he bayoneted some sausage twirling Kraut in the neck.
  • Son: That's messed up.
  • Patriot: It's not messed up, he was defending our country! You know what, son. I'll discuss this with you later once I find where that god damn flag. Go check on your grandpa for me, son.
  • Son: Do I have to? Grandpa's weird.
  • Patriot: By Lincoln's glory, you young folks really have no respect. Your grandpa, while not a veteran or anyone of significant importance - unlike the men on my mother's side of the family - ran a car dealership for 42 years before retiring and using all of his savings to buy us this beautiful house in which we still live. You will check on him and pay respect to him on this blessed Stars 'N' Stripes day, or so help me god I'll... I'll... just get, boy!
  • Son: Jeez, alright. *trots down the hallways and peaks into granpda's room* Hey, grandpa. I'm here to check on you.
  • Grandpa: *rocking back and forth in his chair* Marybeth? Marybeth is that you, dear?
  • Son: No, granpda. It's me, your grandson. Do you remember me?
  • Grandpa: Oh, dear. You sound just like my Marybeth.
  • Son: Grandma's dead, grandpa.
  • Grandpa: What was that, sweetheart? I can't quite hear you. I think it's the television. It's too loud.
  • Television: *silently displaying white noise*
  • Grandpa: Too loud... I've been watching this movie for too long and now it sounds just like the rumbling of the earth.
  • Son: Grandpa, what are you wrapped in? Is that a flag.
  • Grandpa: It was Marybeth's paw's flag.
  • Son: You took dad's flag. He's gonna be mad at you.
  • Grandpa: I didn't take no flag. The flag took me, just like it took Marybeth and her paw. *stands up, kneels in front son, pull's son's face close to his* Look into my eyes, little Marybeth. What do you see?
  • Son: That's... that's impossible. It's like staring into a void of red, white, and blue. What is this?
  • Grandpa: An infinite amount of graves for an infinite amount of souls. The final resting place for an ideology that stands above and beyond humanity. It's stars and stripes forever and ever.
  • Son: *pulls himself from grandpa's gaze* You're acting crazy again, I'm telling dad! *runs from grandpa's room* Dad!
  • Patriot: *steps from his room with a gun* Freemasonry, son.
  • Son: Dad, Grandpa's gone crazy again. He's doing weird things with his eyes.
  • Patriot: It's freemasonry, son.
  • Son: Huh?
  • Patriot: You'll learn soon enough. *shoots son in the chest*
  • Son: *clutches wound and breathes heavily*
  • Patriot: Sorry about that, son. But, it was all a part of today's plan. It's freemasonry, or some call it communism or witchcraft. But in the end, it's all the same thing. I hate it for the life of me. It's unpatriotic, but it runs in our family like a damn disease. You know how furious I got. I got so furious when I saw your grandmother running off to her "gatherings", getting up to god knows what and with who. I would've shot the lady like I just did you if I didn't see it, son. Those stars and stripes going on forever and ever. Vibrating and twisting in that graveyard of ideology. Do you see it now, son? Even clearer than before? Tell me, do you see it?
  • Son: *cough up blood* I see... mom in the mirror. No, it's grandma, and I'm her. She's young... my age.
  • Daughter: ...Huh. I must've zone out for a moment. That was weird.
  • Patriot: *call from his office* Little Marybeth, come into my office. I've got something to show you.
  • Daughter: *coyly walks into office* Yeah, dad?
  • Patriot: Do you know what day it is, Little Marybeth.
  • Daughter: It's Star 'N' Stripes day!
  • Patriot: *rubs daughter's head* Ah, that's my girl. Just as good as your mom. You see that flag hanging on my wall.
  • Daughter: Mhmm, that's that the flag of our country.
  • Patriot: No, it's not. It may look like the flag of our country, but it represents something far greater. An ideology beyond ideologies. One so great that it trumps all other rules of existence.
  • Daughter: What ideology is it, dad?
  • Patriot: I can't quite put it into words. But, I can tell you, Little Marybeth, that the first time I became aware of it was when I bayoneted some damn sausage twirling Kraut right in the neck. I stomped on his neck afterwards so he couldn't even struggle to breath before he died. I saw it then. The stars and stripes of the false flag I carried upon my back reflecting in his eyes, and I knew then that one truth; that one real ideology. But, like I said, I can't really put it into words. All I can tell you is that we ain't worth shit, Little Marybeth. Not you, not me, not your mom. None of us.
  • Daughter: That's kinda messed up dad.
  • Patriot: Well, life's messed up, dear.

anonymous asked:

Hi Dollface! Can I get some fic recs? Perferably MCU fluff. I have read & reread your entire masterlist & drabbles (I have the cuddles series saved on my iPad as a single doc). I love it all! I've also read Sarah's stuff. I'm just exhausted thanks to work and trying to do everything needed for my little brothers wedding (being the last single is the cherry on top). I feel like I haven't stopped moving in months. Wishing I had a someone to lean on but since I don't I NEED some fluff! Thank you :)

Baby, you’re so sweet. Oh my god are you serious??? I’m so glad you liked them enough to save them, my dude. That’s craziness. God, isn’t @sarahwroteathing‘s stuff wonderful???? So great. I could read her masterlist forever and always get happy little butterflies. 
Oh, babe, you ain’t gotta tell me nothin’ about being the last single one. I’m the oldest of 7 and have been single my whole goddamn life. I hope you enjoy this list I’ve compiled for you. <3

You ready for this? I’ve added links to these writer’s masterlists. If a story is marked smut and you are under the age of 18, please be respectful to the writers and just don’t read it.

Days In the Sun by @soldatbarnes bucky x reader [Masterlist]

This Is War Masterlist by @soldatbarnes bucky x reader (there is some angst, but it’s needed to move the story forward!)

lovebirds by @pickledmoon sam x reader [Masterlist]

700 Celebration 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 by @sarahwroteathing steve x reader, bucky x reader, peter x reader, tony x reader, sam x reader respectively

Soundtrack Bonus Drabble 1 by @sarahwroteathing steve x reader

The Lonely Tree by @sarahwroteathing steve x reader go read everything by Sarah, okay? I went through her masterlist today and i feel so full of of happiness. [Masterlist]

Like Silver Glass by @thejamesoldier merman!bucky x reader  [Masterlist]

Girls Like Girls by @this-ginger-has-no-soul peggy x reader

Serenity by @buckyywiththegoodhair sam x reader [Masterlist]

Catch Me by @buckyywiththegoodhair bucky x reader

Acceptance Speech by @buckyywiththegoodhair bucky x reader

Date Night by @iwillbeinmynest sam x reader

Sunday Morning by @serzhantkris bucky x reader [Masterlist]

Watch You Sleep by @avasparks bucky x reader [Masterlist]

Bucky Gets a Tumblr by @thatawkwardtinyperson bucky x reader [Masterlist]

Later by @wiintershero steve x reader [Masterlist]

Comfort Food by @wiintershero bucky x reader

The Five Times Bucky Picks You by @bovaria bucky x reader [Masterlist]

You’re Perfect by @backpackfullofplums bucky x reader [Masterlist]

Hawkeye’s My Wingman by @buckysmetallicstump [Masterlist]

There’s so many more that I could add. I follow so many blogs and I can’t think of more. Feel free to add your own, guys! There’s so much good, fluffy stuff out there!!


He wasn’t buying it. But you had to try. The hunt was crazy and not to be dramatic but you were bleeding internally, or so you felt like.

“Dean.. I’m serious. I just went to visit some family.”

“Bullshit Y/N. You don’t have any family.” Dean was pissed, but so could You.

“Excuse me but you don’t know me that well. You have no right.” That was not called for. Yes, the life made it hard to see them but you still talked.

“Listen Y/N, if you went on the hunt just say so. Stop lying to my face.” Dean was not impressed. But he looked more concerned than angry. And you understood. Somewhat at least as your relationship wasn’t really defined. Together or friends? The big question that you both avoided.

“I just want you to be safe Y/N.. Just please.” His expression forever worried.

“Fine.” You were stubborn. And it made life so much harder for you both.

You took off your jacket and immediately Dean was by your side. Your entire shirt covered in blood. Okay, so maybe you were bleeding. But his eyes were too addicting for you to feel anything.

Helping you clean up, he made sure you laid down in your bed and sat next to you.

“I don’t want to be touchy feely or anything but I do really care for you Y/N. Just don’t go alone. You mean too much.” His words made you melt. Maybe you were more. But that’s a question for another night.

devil may care, heaven will weep.

summary: Marinette throws Ladybug away to protect her friends, her partner, and her home. Adrien watches the rest of the aftermath unfold through uncertain eyes. 
a/n: This idea has been playing on my mind all day, and I decided to write it up. It’s been a little while since I’ve done a non-prompted piece, and this one will certainly be longer than my usual fics. Also, this is my first attempt at a semi-action scene. Any criticism will be welcome! I hope you enjoy this piece, and I hope I got the tone right.
warnings: mentions of injuries, blood, and self-harm (though not due to depression).
[PART 2]

“Ladybug!” Adrien ran around the rubble, frantically turning his head and trying to spot his partner amidst the aftermath of the chaos. 

The entire plaza had been turned on it’s head. Stones had been unearthed, glass made the ground glint with the red of the sun, and the whole area had been evacuated. It was like searching for phantoms in a ghost town. 

He didn’t care what person had been infected with the Akuma this time. All that was business said and done. 


The entire thing was a blur. Ladybug had been pinned against the wall. His arm throbbed white-hot pain. They were close to blinkering out, and she had…

Adrien shook his head. “Can’t think about that now. Can’t… Ladybug!” Trying to keep his mind focused, his feet pounded against the ground, and he ignored the shooting pains coming from his left arm. 

Everything was grey. Dusty. Nothing was there aside from ruined rubble and torn flags. 

Adrien’s lungs screamed at him to stop running, and his body forced him to take a few moments to try and catch his breath. He bent over, hands on his knees, trying to steady the labouring wheezes from his throat. 

It was when he went to take another step, that the colour caught his eye.


Underneath a broken piece of debris, he saw it. A tiny, bloodied hand, curled out and unmoving. 

His stomach lurched as he took a closer look.

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You Told Me He Was Just A Friend

Hey you guys!! It feels SO GOOD to have something up for you guys again! I promise I haven’t forgotten about the other fics I said I was going to write/ am started on. This has just been one crazy semester! And it’s only halfway done! Anyway, here’s a cute, fluffy little one shot taken from this prompt about  a modern au Rae and Finn getting hitched! thank you so much @i-dream-of-emus for recommending it! Hope you guys enjoy!! P.S not tagging anyone atm because I want to make sure everyone who wanted to be tagged in The Shops still wants to, or if they want to be taken off. Or if you want me to tag you in future fics let me know!

Rae’s eyes fluttered slightly as she felt a small gust of wind coming in. She pulled the blankets more tightly around her. She felt a warm, familiar body laying next to her, and automatically wrapped her arms around him tightly. He shifted closer to her. and she opened her eyes just a bit more. It was then that she caught a glimpse of the small band on her left hand. Rae smiled and suddenly felt wide awake.

She looked over to the man sleeping next to her and pondered a moment. Should she wake him up? She thought about this briefly. He looked so peaceful and the last thing she wanted was to bother him.

She looked back at her hand, and the events from the night before replayed in her head. Or had it been a dream? Had she really gotten engaged last night? The proof was right there; in that shiny, silver, ring that was now on her finger. Rae glanced over one final time. It took everything she had to not reach over and touch him. Her fiancee. She nestled into bed again and her eyes were starting to feel heavy when she felt a shifting in the bed.

“Rae,” he said softly, “Rae, wake up.” He kissed her lightly on the cheek.

“Finn,” she groaned lazily, “No.”

“Come on, we should start making breakfast soon. Your family is going to be here in a bit.”

She grumbled loudly again, “Just tell them we moved.”

“Rae, we invited them for a reason, remember? Now come on!“

He playfully slapped her behind, and she reluctantly got up.

“Is it too soon to ask for a divorce?” Rae joked as she put on pajama bottoms.

They made their way into the kitchen and Finn turned on their iPod dock as he turned on their stove.

Rae smiled softly to herself as she heard him silently sing to himself.

He turned to her, “What do you feel like eating, girl?”

“Pancakes. Eggs. And muffins. With sausages.”

“Oh, yeah,” he smiled at her, “Is that it?”

“Mmhmm,” she nodded, “I’m hungry.” She gave him a pointed look.

Finn chuckled as he went up to her. They were suddenly aware of the song playing in the background. Wonderwall; our song, Rae thought to herself. She could tell by the way he was smiling at her that he was thinking it, too. He gently reached out, cupped her face, and brushed his lips against hers. Softly at first, but they became more vigorous the longer they kissed.

Finn’s hands were slowly moving their way down Rae’s backside. She had let out a soft moan when the doorbell rang. They parted ways, breathing heavily, and shared a small, secretive laugh.

“They have the worse timing,” Rae giggled.

“Come on, answer the door,” Finn turned to the stove, “Oh, shit, I forgot about the skillet.”

Finn turned off the stove and took down a box of pancake mix.

Rae opened the door, and her family barged in.

“Is everyone hungry,” Finn called from the kitchen, “I’m making pancakes.”

Jasmine, Rae’s younger sister, ran to where he stood, “Can I help you make the batter, Finn?”

“Of course,” he grinned at her, “I can’t make pancakes without your help.”

Finn turned up the iPod dock, and Rae watched for a moment as he and Jazz giggled together as they sang, and played around with the flour. She smiled to herself, and waited for what she knew was coming.

“So,” Rae’s mom Linda asked her, “What was it you wanted us all over here for, and so early on a Sunday morning?”

Rae immediately felt Finn’s head lift and turn in her direction.

“See mum, I have big news I have to tell you about.”

“Christ, what have you done now?”

“No, it’s good, actually it’s - it’s incredible,” Finn arrived at her side, and he placed a hand on her shoulder, which gave her a small ounce of courage to continue, “I - I’m engaged.” She lifted her hand and showed them her ring.

“Engaged,” her mother repeated, “When on Earth did this happen? And to who?”

“It happened last night,” Rae said, “And, um, ta da! Meet your new son-in-law!” She gestured to Finn.

“Finn,” Linda looked at him, “To you? She’s engaged to you?”

Rae nodded, and they both shared an uncomfortable laugh.

“I don’t understand. You told me he was just a friend.”

Rae cleared her throat, “Mum, Finn and I, we’ve been together for about eight months.”

Linda gawked at her, “Eight months,” she said, “And we’re just now hearing about this?”

“You know what,” Finn said suddenly, “I should finish breakfast. There was talk about eggs, and sausage, and muffins.”

“Traitor,” Rae called out after him.

“Rae, I don’t understand what is happening. Why is this the first time we’re hearing about this?”

“I don’t know, mum,” Rae sighed, “Everything happened kind of fast.”

“I’ll say,” Linda scoffed, “Eight months and you think that’s enough time to get married.”

“I know we haven’t been a couple that long, but you know we’ve been friends for a long time now.”

“And you think that’s enough to make a marriage last?”

“Well,” Rae took a moment before she nodded and said honestly, “Yes.”

“Well, I don’t think I can support this. Rachel, I think you’re moving too fast.”

“Mum, please, just hear this out.”

Linda opened her mouth and it seemed that she was going to object, but then her stepfather Karim came in between them.

He looked at Linda, “We should let her speak. This could be a beautiful thing for Rachel. We should hear what she has to say.”

Rae silently thanked him and kissed him on the cheek. Karim was a quiet man, but he always spoke up for her, and had always been there for her.

Linda nodded and sat quietly on the couch. She was silent for a while when she said, “I’m still trying to wrap my head around this. You always told me he was just a friend.”

“Well, he is my friend. Except that we make out and sometimes touch each other inappropriately. We enjoy it so we thought it’d be cool to do it forever. For the tax reduction, you know.”

“I’m not going to listen to you if you can’t be serious about this, Rae.”

Rae laughed, “Mum, it was just a joke.”

“When did all this start anyway, I mean, how do you know this is what you want?”

“You want to know how it started,” Rae said with a small smile on her face, “A few weeks after I moved in here. We were listening to Oasis and eating Chinese takeout. We had just started listening to Wonderwall when all of a sudden he reached over and tried to kiss me. I thought he had been reaching for the chow mein, so he ended up kissing my cheek as I tried to grab the container to give it to him. We laughed about it, but then I kissed him for real. He moved in here about a month after that. That was about 6 months ago and last night do you know how he asked me to marry him? He ordered takeout from the same place, and put the ring at the bottom of the box of chow mein. It was perfect. I know everything’s happened sort of crazy fast, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it sooner, but I think it was supposed to. I mean, I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather spend every day for the rest of my life with. He’s my best friend.”

Rae’s mother was silent for what she felt like a long time. They sat there without anyone of them saying a word, until Finn appeared from the kitchen.

“Food’s all ready,” he said quietly.

They all got up silently, but Rae caught a quick glance at her mother, and she could have sworn she saw a little smile on her face. For an instant she felt everything was going to be okay.

“Jazz was a great helper,” Finn said as they all sat down.

She beamed, “I flipped some pancakes!”

Everyone was quietly filling their plates when Finn spoke up.

“Um, I think I should probably be the one to say something now,” he started, “I don’t really know what Rae told you, but I think I can imagine what it was. She probably told you about how quickly things happened between us, and that’s true, but I think you guys should know I’ve been in love with Rae for a long time now. Even before we had that kiss. And I just want to make her happy. She always tell people that I’m her best friend, but she’s just as my best friend as I am to her. It would kill me if the most important people in her life couldn’t be happy for her. And it’d kill me, too. You guys have always been like a second family to me, and I hope one day you can accept me as a part of it.”

“Finn, you’ve been a part of this family for some time now,” Linda sighed, “Alright, so it looks like there’s going to be a wedding.”

Rae and Finn looked at each other and shared a breath of relief.

“So,” Jazz spoke up, “If you two are getting married, does that mean you’ll be having kids soon?”

Rae laughed at her little sister, “No, Jazz, I think that’s the one thing we’re not going to rush.”

“That seems good,” Jazz nodded, “Finn should learn how to make a ponytail first.”

He tickled her, “Hey, I used to do your ponytail sometimes.”

“I know,” she smiled, “That’s why I’m telling you you need practice.”

Everyone laughed, and Rae looked among them silently. She caught Finn’s eyes and he smiled at her. She knew what he was thinking because she was thinking it, too. That if this was how the rest of their lives was going to be, then they couldn’t wait to get it started.

600+ babes

this is so amazing to me I might cry there’s so many of you

This is my first follow forever and I follow like over 2,000 of you so I won’t be able to include everyone just a few

italics: da babes (everyone is bae tho)
bold: da mutuals

blogs that give me life:

// amazingphil // a-rising-runaway // benjpierce // cleverlester // city-of-disaster // connorfranta // danisnotonfire // fishingboatproceeds // forgave // humorking // retiredjesus // sliceofphan // thatsthat24 // troyesivan // troylerxphandom // tyleroakley // twenty-one-phandoms // twentyonepilots

friends and shit:

bishibashitroye : Kennedy, the most fabulous potato. You’re so pretty and we’ve been mutuals for a while and we both freaked out after we found out. But you’re like so fun to talk to i just 。(>ω<。)

city-of-disaster: Hannah, I’ve known you for quite a while now and you’re like the prettiest person in all of human existence. You’re so funny and like one of my bestest friends. I know we don’t talk much but that’s ok. We live in the same state so we need to hang out

Digan : I have no idea where you went. I can’t remember your tumblr or your old one. I miss talking to you. You were like the coolest person I’ve ever met. If you see this at all, please don’t hesitate to hmu.

fangirlingfandoms101 : sup fam. You and I have been friends since Kindergarten and we’re still going strong. I annoy the hell out of you but you take it…sometimes. You’re sense of humor is truly dark and funny. You’re a Grade A baked tater and a model all at the same time.

flap-the-flipper : SAHARA BBYS. forgive me for barely even texting you but you are the funniest, and most adorablest giant in the world. And you’re crazy like me so <333

freeholes : Mig, you hate that nickname but I still use it. You’re pretty chill and so funny. I’m literally in the same state as you rn so we should meet up.

hyriu86 : Harrison. There are no words to describe how much you mean to me. You’ve had to deal with my shit for over a year now and I honestly don’t know why you haven’t left yet. I feel like I can trust you with anything. You can be a dick sometimes but I still love you. (p.s. tell your “boyfriend” I said hi)

kickthephandxm : Natalie, da pretty name twin. It was so nice of you to include me in the group. You’re very very pretty and so adorbs. You’re not gonna have trouble finding someone for you i tell you that rn.

koolkorra : Chloe, you’re like the only cosplayer friend I have. You have the prettiest combination of hair color and eye color and you’re very adorbs yourself. Keep doing what you do.

lustful-lester : Cambrie, you chill potato. I fucking forgot what you look like but you must be such a fab tato. You’re like so adorbs and like obsess over the two dorks we love and ily.

minseoksprincess : You’re like so fucking chill and and so much more prettier than me. It hurts to look at you sometimes because your beauty *whispers* shines bright like a diamond

pandalester : Yadira, you’re like a goddess and sometimes you need to just do it

silhouetteddeath : Karis, you may be a butt sometimes and so may all your siblings but you’re like fam to me.

sophiemcanavan : sup soph. we don’t talk much but you’re the coolest person ever. and you’re really pretty

thatgirlnecole : Necole, you can get on my nerves sometimes but I still love you for dat. You and I haven’t been friends for very long but these past months, I’m so much closer to you than I ever thought I would be to anyone.

tokyohowell : we’ve talked like once or twice but I consider you as one of my friends. I still don’t know your name or much about you but i hope to get to know you better one day.

(I’m like really sorry if I forgot some of you)

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F - J

// figurativelyno // firefly-phan // flamingphanwhiskers // flavoredoakley // flawlessphanatics // flirty-phan // flowerprincephil // fluffydan // franklin-hellano-roosevelt // frantastic-tilly // freakforever // fringedickhowell // games-gundams-and-grizzly-bears // h3llomarshmallow // happy-moose-dance // ho-well // holdingontophan // humourandtroyleryoutube // iamlevitrash // ilovemyphans // insomniacdreamings // immamichaelgirl // its-awesome-turtle-time // jade-loves-youtube // jillyoakley // justanothertroylerphangirl //

K - O

// kawaiinekoss // keeping-up-with-the-howlters // keeptryxying // kills-you-in-your-sleep // lastcapricorn // lilaclester // literallyhowlter // literallysarcasm // linnyancat // lolurcutebutimcuter // lovelaughlester // // magicalmoonkitty // markipliers-little-phan //many-otps // mellifluous-aria // memories-makethem // miss-danosaur // musicispartofthedeal // mylifeistroyler // nathanielchan98 // nightmaredesu // nirvana-phan // nokay-then // nostalgicphan // oakleyftben // of-bands-and-tv-addicted // officialnutellaflavoredpizza // ohsnapitssivy // omegaphan // one-phandom-united // opps-now-its-a-phan-blog // ourhouseofwolves //

P - T

// papercutsivan // phan-at-midnight // phandom-troyler // phangazing // phangirl-over-troyler // phangirlshipper // phanlsonfire // phanofanimegays // phan-ofbands //phanoffcial //  // phanselfie // phantasticpeople // philsarms  // randompersonwithoutalife // ranchdressings // royallukehemmings // scarily-phanlocked // ship-the-troyler // sirwalterjoshuascott // slaythehummus // snowydinosaur // spookydil // spudandtilly // starry-eyed-wallflower // superfudge10955 // tarrenjoseph // tillyplustroye // that-funny-guy // the-troyler-blog // the-trxyler-phandom // theyremyotp // thisrandomnugget // tinyfandomexplorer // tillyismyqueen // tillys-love-heart // tommyshepherdd // triggeringpanda //  tronnor-islife// troye-and-tyler-slay // troye-trxye-tilly // troylersquiffs // troyes-rifle-in-the-front-seat // tyler-mellet-oakley // troyeboyforever // troylerandphan-fan // troylerisforeal // troylermelletoakley // tyleroakleysleftnipple // troylerobsessions // troyesivangel //  troyesivanknowles // troye-wink // troyevocado // trxye-troyler // trxyler5ever // ty-ahhhhh-nope //

U - Z

// unitedstatesofphantasia // whatadeafgirlhears // wonderphan // vaphillish // youtube-and-bbc // youtube-n-stuff // youtube-nuggets // zenhowell

(yes I know I pretty much just put my mutuals but I’ll always follow my mutuals, unless you unfollow me. Bitch I will hit that unfollow button if you do)

And do not judge, maybe I like my mutuals

Okay fine, I was too lazy to go through 2000 blogs and pick my faves

Lily Evans who loves her sister more than anything. Petunia is her best friend, her confidant, her everything. They go everywhere together and do everything together. They are inseparable. 

Lily who sings wherever she goes, loves wildflowers, and always has dirt under her nails. In the summer, she wears daisy chains in her dark, red hair. She loves pink dresses and pink shoes, even though people tell her the color clashes with her hair. Lily doesn’t care! Pink makes her happy, so pink she shall wear.

Lily who can do things she doesn’t understand. Flowers open and close at her bidding, branches sway when there is no wind, and even the air itself rises up to make her every step lighter.

Lily who doesn’t understand why Tuney can’t do what she can. For the first time, there is a rift between the two sisters, and it feels to Lily as though part of her heart is being torn away from her body.

Lily who turns her back on a strange boy who says strange words. He calls her rude names and insults Tuney. Of course they won’t have anything to do with him!

Lily who, as the rift between Petunia and herself grows deeper, begins thinking more about what that Severus boy said. Could she be something special? Could there be a reason behind the strange things she can do?

Lily who becomes best friends with Severus. He understands what she can do and assures her that it’s completely normal for “people like us.” There’s a special school they can go to and Lily will never have to feel like she’s strange ever again. The only sad part is that Tuney can’t come, too.

Lily who can’t help the tears that slip down her cheeks as the train pulls away from platform 9 ¾. Tuney called her a freak. A freak. She tries to push her sadness away and put on a brave face for the very-excited Severus.

Lily who watches helplessly as her best friend gets involved with friends who are creepy and cruel. How can she be friends with him when he’s friends with them? But he’s all she has, and so she tries.

Lily who diligently writes letters to her sister and parents every week. Her parents write back with equal enthusiasm, but from Tuney there is never any reply.

Lily who gets increasingly indignant when Severus treats her like she’s beneath him, or lesser than him, or any other such nonsense. It makes her so angry! As if she’s not allowed to speak for herself… How can she continue to tolerate this? He’s still her best friend, but clearly the line needs to be drawn somewhere.

Lily who feels so alone. Tuney never writes back. Severus is changing. Her parents are proud of her, but that just isn’t enough for her lonely soul. Sure, she has friends; how could she not after sleeping in the dormitory with several other girls for the past few years? But Lily doesn’t make close friends easily. Right now, she just wants to go back to when life was simpler. 

Lily who is irritated by the unwanted attention of James Potter. He likes to tease her and jokingly ask her to go out with him. The nerve! He’s so mean to poor Sev. No way she’d ever go out with him. She’d rather date the giant squid…

Lily whose life changes forever in her 5th year. Sev has gone too far this time. Things have been building up for years, but mudblood put her over the edge. He can’t be her best friend anymore. Is he even her friend? Surely true friends don’t treat each other like dirt… It seems that the line has been drawn now. And it’s been drawn in blood and tears.

Lily who is angry with Potter and his stupid, arrogant friends. She blames him for the rift between herself and Severus. Actually, her life seems to be made up of rifts: Sev caused a rift between Lily and Petunia, James caused a rift between Lily and Severus. Is that all that’s in store for her?

Lily who, with the stress of her difficult friendship with Severus gone, begins to notice things about “that horrible Potter.” For instance, he doesn’t actually tease anyone other than Severus and the members of his Death Eater club (and as nasty as they are to James and his friends, she can’t exactly blame him). Also, there’s the way he gathers outcasts to himself and befriends them: poor Lupin is always so sickly; Peter is a bit overweight and unpopular in general, but that doesn’t deter James. Can James Potter actually be a decent guy?

Lily who gradually finds herself falling in love with the tall, handsome, kind quidditch player. He’s still a bit of a showoff, but everyone has their quirks. Can this happiness really be for her? After losing first Tuney and then Sev, this really seems too good to last.

Lily who is finally asked out by James (for real) in their 7th year. Seventeen year old Lily feels like she’s floating on clouds! For years, her heart has ached for such a close relationship. Finally, she has someone who can share her joys and sorrows, her happiness and pain. Lily loves crazy-haired James Potter and she’s never been happier in all her life.

Lily who has never heard more beautiful words than James Potter’s “will you marry me?” Surely life is glorious and wonderful! They try to have a small wedding, but they have too many friends from their time at Hogwards for that to work out. This is the beginning of forever, and Lily is content. But there are whispers in the wind.

Lily Potter who, at 19, is one of the youngest members of the Order of the Phoenix. Voldemort is creeping through the night, killing whoever dares to stand in his path. No one is safe. Peace is a distant memory, lurking far back in a hazy past. Death Eaters stir terror in the hearts of even the bravest witches and wizards. But deep inside a mother’s womb, protected against all evil, a baby grows; and this baby will change the world.

Lily who feels a hundred years old. Has any 20-year-old ever felt this way? Well, maybe the young man beside her. Lily calms her heart as she stares into the bright eyes of her newborn son; they are a green identical to her own. “But he has your hair,” she murmurs to her husband. If a passerby were to look through the window that night, they would see a child-husband and child-wife sitting close together, cradling a tiny baby between them. The nights are dark and the days are evil. How can innocence survive? 

Lily who stands beside her husband as they choose a secret-keeper. No one will ever suspect little Peter Pettigrew. They are safe now. She holds baby Harry close to her heart, whispering words of love into his tiny ears. 

Lily who watches as James grows restless from inactivity. He itches to be doing something for the Order. Lily can’t help but be grateful that she, James, and their little Harry are forced to stay together, out of harm’s way. Gone are the days when Lily longed for adventure. Now she just wants her husband and baby to be safe. She wants life to be normal. She wants time to enjoy being a wife and mother. She is tired of living in fear. 

Lily who is 21 and “LILY, TAKE HARRY AND RUN!” and “I’LL HOLD HIM OFF.” And the world ends because James Potter is dead. She sees the love written on his face one last time and knows that she’ll see him soon. The door lies splintered on the floor and a face too cruel to words leers at the body of Lily’s dearest love. Her very breaths are numbered. But Harry is alive. Oh, Harry, why did I bring you into this world? I’m so, so, so sorry. Be brave, my baby. Young Lily sweeps year-old Harry into the crib and stands in front of it, arms outstretched. In her last moment, she doesn’t panic. She has no regrets. Harry wasn’t an accident, and she can’t bring herself to truly regret the time spent with him this past year. Her face is fearless as Voldemort appears in the nursery doorway. The end is coming, but she has to try: “PLEASE NOT HARRY…KILL ME INSTEAD.” Suddenly, the world is made of green light; she gazes at her child’s face one last time. But there is another face growing clearer and clearer. The smiling face of James Potter is where little Harry’s was a moment before. A hand reaches out to her. Lily takes it…

“The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.”

reqested by jilyforeverr

Song Lyric Sentence meme ;; pt. 1
  • 1: “Nothing's forever in this crazy world”
  • 2: “Someday I'm gonna make this right.”
  • 3: “Shut up and dance with me!”
  • 4: “You and I have history, or don't you remember?”
  • 5: “I'm not the one who went and made a mistake.”
  • 6: “I will become yours and you will become mine.”
  • 7: “What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearing?”
  • 8: “I don't want to fall asleep.”
  • 9: “Please don’t say you love me.”
  • 10: “That's what you told me from the start.”
  • 11: “What if it makes you sad at me?”
  • 12: “Teach me wrong from right.”
  • 13: “If you like me, then say you like me.”
  • 14: “And I'm so glad I found you once again.”
  • 15: “But if you never try you'll never know just what you're worth.”
  • 16: “You took your suitcase, I took the blame.”
  • 17: “It will be alright.”
  • 18: “Every day I spend with you is the new best day of my life.”
  • 19: “I am so tired of being me.”
  • 20: “So unfortunately, for girls like me there are more like you, bending and breaking the rules and we're making exceptions too.”
  • 21: “And you think I'm weak, I think you're wrong.”
  • 22: “I'm leaving tomorrow, what do you say?”
  • 23: “How've you been?”
  • 24: “Time to look back at us now.”
  • 25: “I’d lie.”
  • 26: “And if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like you've been here before?”
  • 27: “Just take my hand.”
  • 28: “If all you wanted was me, I'd give you nothing less.”
  • 29: “Don't leave me here alone.”
  • 30: “Show me what it's like to be the last one standing.”
  • 31: “'Cause maybe you're loveable.”
  • 32: “I choose you.”
  • 33: “I want to walk away too but I want you to say you are sorry.”
  • 34: “My age has never made me wise.”
  • 35: “What good is tomorrow without a guarantee?”

misstardisblue  asked:

JENNY YOU MET BILLIE FUCKING PIPER!!!! OMG I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU !! :D:D:D How did it feel? What di you say to her?? And what drawing did you give to her?? Ahhh I want to know everything! :D Congratulations, my friend <3

It was surreal, maaaate so surreeaaaal ;AAAAAAAAAAAA; but omg probably the most amazing thing that ever happened to me so far. 

A long recap of my meeting with Billie at the stage door of National Theatre (London 14.07.12) under the cut :’D

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anonymous asked:

hey! just wondering, why do many cristiano fans not like messi? is it simply because of the whole rivalry/competition between them? or has messi done something that people don't like? i know many messi fans hate on cris because he's "arrogant" and stuff, so why do many ronaldo fans not seem to like messi? i know there are many cris fans that respect messi but im just wondering if i'm not aware of something messi has done that people don't like him? thanks! :)

Phew ok this will be a lot so heads up.

I respect Messi as a talented footballer, don’t get me wrong, but he’d be a flop if he left Barcelona. When it comes to the Messi v Ronaldo thing it’s all about playing preference (if you take the rivalry seriously and don’t judge it on Cristiano’s fancy hairstyles). I like Ronaldo because he is complete. He can score goals from freekicks, his left, his right, his head, his knee. He will lap back and help defense. He will play midfielder. Messi…. he stands around usually and waits for someone to pass it to him. IMO it’s been proven that if the play isn’t centered around him, he’s worthless. Anyone that knows how to kick a ball would score a ton of goals if you CONSTANTLY received the ball from all of your team mates.

On a personal level I, again, choose Ronaldo. Messi fans tend to label Cristiano as “arrogant.” Yes… he is arrogant. Not in the way they try to make it seem though. He knows he’s a good player. He knows many women think he’s attractive. Yet they blame him for recognizing that fact? I don’t get it. But what a lot of people tend to overlook is ALL the AMAZING things Cristiano does for people. He’s donated SO MUCH MONEY to charity. He donated one of his golden boots like wow? I mean that’s crazy, I’ll admit I wouldn’t give that up. He doesn’t have tattoos so he can be a bone marrow donor. He paid for a life saving cancer treatment for a child. Like I could go on forever. But let’s stray away from the whole tax deduction stuff and get to the real shit. You see a person/child run onto the field Messi cringes away. (I have seen footage of him being decent but yeah still I’ve seen plenty where he’s acting like a little dick). Ronaldo? Always takes the time to appreciate them. Always is super nice. My favorite case was one that happened last summer in the USA. A younger guy ran onto the field and embraces Cris and they talk for a good 2ish minutes? That guy told Cristiano he thinks of him as a father figure because his father left him and he was an inspiration to him. Cristiano keeps all the security away to talk to him about it. After that since the guy was an adult he was put into jail and Ronaldo wrote a letter to the police HIMSELF asking them to drop charges. The guy could’ve gotten deported because of this. Ronaldo had a back up plan however and said he’d pay for his education if that happened.

Let’s talk about some of the really shitty things Messi has done, shall we? Well last summer Messi set up that Messi and friends game. Well his agents sold tickets worth $2500 a piece to meet him after. Messi never showed up. Never gave a reason. Never gave their money back. Broke a lot of his fans hearts. That sure is a good role model there. I will also direct you to my favorite Messi skill video: (x) so lovely of him to intentionally shoot a ball into a crowd of Madridistas. Can I also throw in that when Cris ACCIDENTALLY shoots into a crowd and hurts someone he makes up for it by signing a shirt and giving it to them as well as just APOLOGIZING, but Messi does no wrong so why should he apologize? You could also read this report: (x) can’t promise it’s worth a grain of salt, but I have heard things like this before and it claims to be from a reliable source. Honestly, I think he’s a shit human being as well. Not everything is at it seems.

You also have to appreciate all that Ronaldo has been through in his life and yet here he is the best player in the world. His dad died when he was 21. He sat through his mom fighting off cancer (and then donated 100000 to the hospital that saved her life so they could better their cancer center). He’s under CONSTANT criticism. Yet he takes all that and grows from it. He doesn’t let it pull him down, he uses it to become stronger. He’s my hero. I’ve been through a lot in my life, a lot of similar experiences as Ronaldo, and he inspires me to push through it and keep going. 

I BEG you to look read up on him. Learn all you can about how amazing he is. I really can’t describe how much this man has changed my life and how in debt to him I am. 

I’ll end this with my favorite quote:

“Your love makes me strong, your hate makes me unstoppable.”

anonymous asked:

I always thought that Carol's behavior towards Daryl bringing Merle back to the prison was great. (Telling him that she gets that he's family but that he shouldn't forget how far he has come etc) But I just saw a post that pointed out how Beth's reaction to him opening up on his relationship with Merle (in Still) is supposed to be healthier for him?? I'm not sure how to feel about this and I'm curious what you think about it. Sorry if i'm bothering you.

You’re not bothering me, but I am definitely answering this ask with a great deal of trepidation, because it skirts the edge of the type of ask I don’t publish. Typically, I put up a post of my own that’s a sort of elliptical response.

Consequently, my response may not seem at all satisfying to you, because I simply do not engage in discussions of who is “better” for Daryl. There are a lot of reasons for my stance on this and I won’t bore you with them. Suffice it to say it’s not even a question that exists in my mind, and therefore I have no reason to discuss it.

I should also point out that my entire fandom life is devoted to what’s healthy for Carol. I love Daryl. I do. But he certainly doesn’t need my defense in this fandom, given that he has more acolytes than the universe has stars.

Carol, however, is another subject. (Or at least she used to be. Pardon me while I burst into tears for the 54726543765925th time over the fandom/critical/media love MMB and Carol are awash in at this moment.) So I need to be very clear about the fact that what interests me, when I watch TWD, is what is good for Carol. If what is good for Carol also happens to also be good for Daryl, that’s great and beautiful, because they are one of my top OTPs of all time (actually this season they’ve edged into the top two), and the mere act of the two of them walking into frame together has the power to make me stop breathing, because that’s exactly how mature I am. I’m a born shipper, and when I fall, I fall so damn hard.

So, a few things about why there is no doubt in my mind that Carol has done more for Daryl than any other person in Team Family, by a factor of something like nine billion.

1. She took care of him from the very beginning. (Seriously, watch how often she brings him food, how often she checks in on him to make sure that he isn’t pulling away — emotionally or physically.)

2. She instantly saw past his tough guy bullshit.

3. She’s never once been afraid of him. Even Rick can’t stay that.

4. Every time she speaks to him, it’s to build him up, tell him that he matters, why he matters, how he matters. The examples of this are legion. “I can’t lose you, too.” “You’re every bit as good as them.” “I want a man of honor.” (Oh Daryl, you never got that one, you adorable cupcake.) The entire scene where she talks to him about Merle. The deleted, “I will slit your throat while you sleep” scene. “Just so you know, I liked you first.” “You’re gonna have to learn to live with the love.” I know I’m missing some, but honestly there are so many.

5. As a fellow abuse survivor, she understands him in a way that only someone with similar experiences can. She knows it’s not something you ever entirely overcome. And she knows that the best they can both hope for is to turn themselves not into people who haven’t been abused, but into people who understand that abuse for what it was and are stronger for having come out on the other side.

6. She never stops reminding him that she’s there for him, checking on him, making sure he constantly knows exactly how valuable he is to her. For someone who grew up the way Daryl did, everything about her has to be an absolute revelation to him. Here is this woman who asks for nothing, yet treats his redneck ass like royalty. There’s a line from an Alison Krauss song that breaks my heart every time I hear it: “Always giving, never asking back.” That’s what Carol has always done for Daryl. For a person who has never in his life experienced unconditional love, this has to be mind-blowing on a pretty much daily basis.

Consequently, it’s no wonder that he basically body tackled her when she appeared out of nowhere in the woods at the end of “No Sanctuary.” Daryl does everything he can to accept the world as it is, to deal with the constant trauma doled out to him, but Carol is his joy, his person. Of course he can live without her, but goddammit, he certainly doesn’t want to. All that was on display in spades when he tossed every last one of his usual rules about human contact out the window and touched her more or less every single place he could get his hands, with a bonus nuzzle after they were supposedly done. No flinching at all when she put her hands all over him. He wants her hands all over him now, because she’s the reason he feels like a worthwhile human. At the end of “No Sanctuary,” he at least thought she was gone forever, and at worst he thought she was dead. So it’s no wonder at all that he absolutely lost his shit and in that moment, quite literally could not get enough of her.

7. They don’t even need words to talk. And for Daryl, that’s so freakin’ important. He’s using his words like crazy now, but that’s for her. It’s not because it’s his default state. Whether or not he realizes it, he adores the fact that he doesn’t constantly have to explain himself to her. They can share a glance, and the conversation’s finished, because that’s how in tune with each other they are.

Um. It’s clear that I have a great many feelings about this, and this response wound up longer than I intended it to. But anybody who feels that Carol isn’t “good” for Daryl isn’t watching this show, full stop. Because she has never once done a single thing that hasn’t built him up and given him every reason to believe in himself, because she has never once not believed in him. The end. Well, almost the end. Have a beautiful .gif.

[.gif by bckysoldier]

Preference #116 You're in a secret relationship and it's hard to handle:

“Hey!” You greeted Harry as you let him into your flat as quickly as possible. After the door was shut and Harry was safe from any fans or paparazzi that would have been able to spot him, he started to take off his hat, sunglasses, and coat. You giggled at how silly he looked in this disguise considering it was too hot for a coat but to dark for sunglasses. He rolled his eyes as you laughed. “Are you gonna laugh at me every time?” He wondered. “Yes” you replied. Once he had rid of his disguise he gave you a warm hug and a sweet kiss. “Hi” he whispered. You smiled “Hello, you smell like a cinnamon candle” you giggled. “Yeah there’s a few of those at my flat” he explained. “Oh okay, nice.” You said giggling again at his familiar and slightly feminine scent. “Are you gonna laugh at that every time too?” He wondered jokingly. Every time…you thought, the two words spinning around in your head for a bit. “Wait…every time… what do you mean by every time, I mean were gonna tell people soon right? I thought this crazy privacy thing was just temporary.” You say; your smile quickly fading. “Um- well I mean it won’t be forever…just-” “I understand you don’t wanna have your personal life out there for everyone to see, but that fact that I can’t even call you my friend…it sucks Haz. I know you’re used to keeping secrets but I’m not…” you paused “and maybe I don’t wanna just be one of your little secrets” you said, not even thinking before you let the words leave your mouth. Harry looked so shocked, but it was too late to take back what you said. “Are you saying you wanna break up?” he questioned. “I don’t want to but-” “Are you unhappy?” He interrupted. “No Harry! You make me happier than anyone else, but it’s hard, I’ve never been in this kind of relationship and you have to understand that.” You told him. “I do (Y/N) I’m sorry, I shouldn’t expect this to be easy for you…but (Y/N) it won’t be forever, and whether it’s private or public, it won’t change how much I love you” he told you using “the L word” for the first time. “You love me?” You say, a smile creeping on your face. “Yes, (Y/N) I do, and I’m not just saying that to get you to stay. I mean it.” He said pulling you into his arms. You sighed, “Okay, I love you too I’m sorry, I just get a little overwhelmed sometimes” you explain. “It’s okay sweetheart” he said as he pressed a kiss to your head.
‘Vinicosta’s? This place is hella expensive!’ you thought to yourself as you pulled up to the restaurant your date had requested. You and Niall had met last week when you accidentally fell into his arms after tripping in a crowded shop. You had never felt better than the way you felt when he was holding you, and he seemed to somehow feel the same way because he had nervously asked you out; an offer you could never decline. “Hey! Its nice to see you again” you smiled as Niall found you waiting in front of the expensive restaurant, he went to hug you then kissed your cheek. “You too (Y/N), you look beautiful” he said, with a bright smile. “Thank you, you look nice too” you told him. With that he took your hand and led you into the restaurant. The restaurant was dimly lit and though you were wearing one of your more formal dresses, the minute you walked into the room you felt underdressed. “I have a reservation under Niall Horan” Niall said. The hostess nodded then led us to a big room that was private from the rest. The menus were electronic, on iPads, and your waitress looked like she was a part time model. “Niall this may be the most fancy restaurant I’ve ever been to. Are you sure we’re gonna be able to afford this, I’m totally cool with pizza” you said half joking half not. “You’re sweet. But don’t worry, I can cover it, love.” He said. 'Love, he called me love’ you thought, your heart doing flips. He’d called you that over text, but the word sounded so perfect as it came from his lips. “You’re not some kind of secret movie star are you?” You laughed jokingly, but Niall’s face remained rather serious. “Look (Y/N), there’s something I should tell you. I wish I didn’t have to tell you, because I know it’s only gonna make things more complicated. But I really like you and I don’t wanna start this relationship with a lie…” He rambled on. “What is it Niall? You’re scaring me…just tell me” you said placing a reassuring hand on top of his. “I-I’m in a band, a boy-band called One Direction. It’s pretty popular so…” “So… You’re um famous” you said in shock. He nodded. You looked around at the separated room you were sitting in away from the guest. “So it’s- I mean you- th- that’s how you can afford to eat here…and that’s why we’re in this separate room? So people don’t see you?” you wondered, it all making sense to you now. “Yeah…does that freak you out, because if we’re going to be in a relationship, there may be a lot of secret meetings and private dates between us, but I don’t want you to see me as a famous celebrity I’m still-” “You’re still the sweetheart that caught me when I fell and last week” you finished his sentence. He smiled “Right, So are you okay with this?”. It made you happy that Niall even envisioned you two moving forward passed a first date to have secret meetings and private dates. You thought hard before responding. “I really appreciate you telling me this…It does kinda freak me out, but I really like you too, and I think its worth a shot”
“Okay Li, I think I should head home before I fall asleep.” You told him as you were ready to leave his flat. “Okay baby, drive safe” he said as he hugged you, kissed the top of your head, then your lips. “You have to leave through the back door” He reminded you, but you already knew that, you knew it all too well. “I know” you said smiling slightly. Leaving through the back door lead straight to your car, rather than through the front door which lead to the main street where paparazzi and fans could see you leaving Liam’s flat and start to wonder. “I love you” he said with a smile as he started to open the door for you. “Yeah you too” you sighed quietly. “(Y/N)?” “Yes Liam?” you wondered. “What’s wrong? And don’t even think about saying nothing, because I know somethings wrong.”. You sighed again. “You know Liam, you’re right something is wrong. What’s wrong is the fact that it’s almost our 6 month anniversary and I still have to sneak through the back door just to watch Netflix with you. I do love you, a lot , but it’s really hard having to keep so much inside of me. I can’t even tell my best friend that I have a boyfriend and that sucks” “I understand and I’m sorry…” He trailed off, having nothing left to say. “But you can’t just say that every time Liam. I don’t know if I can…if I can do this” you said, your voice now a hushed whisper. “(Y/N) no, please don’t end it like this, you know it’s not my decision, management doesn’t want me to-” he said as he held your hands in his. “I know” you interrupted, “but…” “(Y/N) please just let me talk to Paul, tomorrow I’ll talk to him. Please just don’t leave me, I love you” he said, his voice shaking. Tears started to slip down your face. He should have talked to Paul ages ago; it was only when you threatened to leave that he was actually gaining the confidence to do it. “Let’s just take a break, and when you sort things out with management, call me” you said. You placed a kiss on his cheek and left before he could convince you to stay.
“Louis, what would happen if people found out about us?” you wondered out loud. He looked at you, confused, considering you were talking about gummy bears previously. “Well that was random” Louis said, chucking slightly. “Don’t avoid my question Louis” you warned. “I’m not- just what exactly made you think of that?” he wondered. He definitely was avoiding the question. “Well I mean, we’re cuddling in your bed, and it made me think of how much I love you, and that made me think of the other people I love, like my family and my friends from home. I have these thoughts a lot and it makes me sad that you can’t go to my family reunions and meet my crazy uncle, or my sweet grandma who I know would love you and offer to make you cookies, or my older guy cousins who you would really get along with, or my little niece who’s only 3 years o-” “(Y/N),” Louis interrupted, a shameful look on his face.You sat up on the bed, so Louis did too. “No Louis let me finish. My best friend, you’ve never met her either she’s like a sister to me. My best friends boyfriend you haven’t met him, so you don’t know how cute they are together. Or how they can make anyone feel like a third wheel. You’ve never met my friends, you’ve never seen me with them, or how I act when I’m around them. You’ve never seen where I grew up or the people I’ve grown up with, these people that I love so much…and you don’t even know their names” you said, tears now spilling from your eyes. “I don’t mean to make you feel guilty, but it just makes me really sad that you haven’t met such great people and that I don’t even know if you ever will.” you cried out. “Hey hey, (Y/N) Shhh, I will baby” Louis said, holding you closer and trying to calm you down. “When?! When!? At our wedding? Meeting my Dad for the first time as he lets go of my arm after he walks me down the isle? yeah that would be great Louis?” you said sarcastically. You knew you were exaggerating but all that you were saying had to be said. “(Y/N) you know that I’ve been trying to meet your parents! You know how busy my schedule is, I barely have time!” he tells you. “Yeah well maybe you don’t have enough time for me” you said starting to pull away from his embrace. “Wait (Y/N) Please I didn’t mean it like that…I’m sorry. Please come here.” You were reluctant but you never could say no to his hugs so you again wrapped yourself around him. “I’m sorry (Y/N) I know this is hard, you don’t deserve this. You deserve more than me. You deserve someone who can meet your friends and family; your loved ones. I don’t want us to break up b-but If you want to find that someone and leave me, I-I understand.” he said. You couldn’t believe the words he was saying. “But Louis there is no one else I’d want my family an friends to meet” you admitted. “Theres no one else who would like my crazy uncle, no one else my grandma would bake cookies for, no one else my cousins would get along with like they would with you because I love you, louis.” you told him, tears still falling from your eyes and his too. He kissed you. He kissed you with more passion and meaning than ever before. “I love you (Y/N), I’m not sure about a family reunion yet, but I can start with your parents; baby steps.” he said. “Baby steps.” you agreed, before kissing him once more.
You were and Zayn were in a relationship but you were not together. You were in the same country, the same city, the same coffee shop, on the same day, at the same time…but you were not together. You sat near the window while he sat near the back of the cafe. 'You look beautiful today.’ Zayn texted you. You looked over to him and smiled. 'Thank you xx -How are you?’ You answered, now waiting for his response. This was as close as you ever got to going on a date, in public. Sure he’d been to your place a few times, but it was only at night when it was dark and fans and paparazzi were unlike likely to spot him. Sure he had ordered flowers and had them sent to you, but he never got a chance to see your face light up when you got them. And sure, you were in the same place having coffee, but you weren’t together; not really. 'Idk I’m okay I guess’ you replied. 'Just okay? What would make it better?’ 'Honestly? If we didn’t have to this’ 'Do what?’ He wondered but he already knew. 'Text each other from across the same room on our “date”’ 'I’m sorry, you understand why though right? If the fans found out they would tear you apart. We can’t be public’ You sighed and put you head in your hands, tears threatening to slip from your eyes. 'Please don’t be mad’ he texted you, though you hadn’t responded to the previous one yet. 'Im not mad I’m just…it’s really hard, not even being able to tell my family about you.’ You knew he was just trying to protect you but you were strong, you could handle the hate. And even if you weren’t strong enough you had your friends, family and Zayn to support you right? 'Im sorry sweetheart I wish it wasn’t like this’ 'It doesn’t have to be Zayn!’ You wanted to yell. 'Im sorry’ he said again. 'The more you say that, the less meaningful it becomes’ and with that you left the cafe, unsure if you wanted him to chase after you or not.

PART TWO: http://i-write-1d-preferences.tumblr.com/post/101497639981/preference-117-youre-in-a-secret-relationship

A/N: Definitely one of my favorite prefs I’ve written! Thanks to the anon who requested it! btw, REQUESTS ARE OPEN NOW! YAY! I love you xx -Alayna

i am such trash what is this welcome to my first follow forever! this is a million years overdue but it seems being out of school hasn’t deterred my procrastination skills in the slightest *quietly sobs*

I just recently hit 800 followers!! I’ve had this blog for sooooo long, but I went through a hundred and two different phases so thank you to those who continued following me even though I didn’t post content they liked/followed! Thank you so much as well to those blogs who followed me when I just got into Seventeen! you guys are the reason why I really got into Seventeen so deeply haha

special mention goes to the lovely participants of Project Toothpaste! I couldn’t have done it without you guys! 

lastnightisawaxiughost ∞ jisooome ∞ rollinglikeawolf ∞ huquiayahao ∞ meaniecoupletrash ∞ toothpasteprince ∞ wonwooo-ssi ∞ seventeentrash-helpme ∞ jeonghanpng ∞ diamondlifetrash

also special thanks to the two networks I’m part of: hotshot-network and wonwoo-net!!! I’ve just joined but I hope to become closer to all the members!!

and now onto the lovelies I follow that everyone else should too! i didn’t bold anyone because I love all of these blogs and this entire list would be bolded anyway OTL. also sorry for weird formatting and also if I mention you twice bc I’m a piece of shit haha ;;

# - G
1004cmm​ ∞ 164cmwoozi2minlover-iamthekaitoyoursoo ∞ americanhyungbeef-curry-retreat​ ∞ bo0seungkwancamera-seventeen​ ∞ cantwithjeonwonwoochickencoupschoijunhyuksgfc0upsdiamondlifetrashdinosdfflowercrowns-and-nipplebraceletsforeverseoulbiased​ ∞ grown-man-woozigwihoshigyuwoo​ 

H - M †
h5nsol ∞ hansolsheavenlyhair ∞ hansvc​ ∞ hearteyes-wonhaohongjisoupshoshis-got-meiridescentwoojegukjeonghansprincessjihoonlyjonghyuns-insolesjshuahongjunqcoups​ ∞ kaisdonuts​ ∞ kaystans-17 ∞ markmybummarusgfmichael-hyungminghaonminghaozzminghowcutemingyus-eyebrowsmingyuscheekbonesmingyuzi

N - Z
nowonwooofficialcoupsofficialseungkwan ∞ pledis17saythenamesvntn ∞ screamingyuseokmint ∞ seokmins-angelseokmooseungkwans-gfseungqualityshiningmingyu​ ∞ sir-wonwootfwjisoo​ ∞ the8ghtvernolvernonyw-0nwoowcoziwon-boozewon-over-by-woowonwoo-wowwonwoojpgwonwooslegswonwoozizi ∞ wooziscalvesyaboyjeonghan​ ∞ yohansol

I’m 100% sure I’m forgetting someone, but just know that I love each and every one of my followers and followees!!

now, for the very last bit! these are the very very very special mentions haha

the8soo: gen gen gen, my lovely gen. you were my very first close friend on tumblr and I’m so happy I got to meet you. I don’t think I would’ve been as confident and carefree on tumblr if it weren’t for you taking the first step and offering the hand of friendship to me. I love you and thanks for being really fucking amazing. (also good luck on your studies!! I know you’ve been working extra super hard haha) let’s be friends for as long as we can!

l-eechannie: you little shit who changed your url without telling me. You are such a precious human being and I am really happy you worked up the courage to message me because I can’t imagine life/tumblr/the internet without you. we could have been twins if it weren’t for the tiny issue of age difference (and birthdays lmao) but I consider you one of my best friends and I’ll love you forever! here’s to a long-lasting friendship :)

actually this is the actual last part haha. shoutout to my irl friends who follow me despite me posting things they don’t care about (or even if they do care about whatever)

pandaroll445: yo you probably have no idea what a follow forever is bc you just got a tumblr but you’re cool and awesome and thanks for being a great friend even if i was a crazy mofo when we first met. everyone go follow my friend she posts amazing art and she’s very talented!!

twir-ling: xandra you piece of shit why didn’t you tell me you were becoming a young dancers counselor. anyway idk if you know but i dropped my phone in the toilet so i literally can only communicate through tumblr and facebook but hi thanks for being an awesome friend for like forever of my life and please let’s hang when you get back yeah? idk if this is even the right blog but ok everyone please follow my friend she posts random stuff but she also has a book blog which is probably linked on this blog so go check her out!

minghahahao: everyone probably knows by now but this is my little sister. you’re a piece of jack but whatever you’re cool like 50% of the time so it’s nbd. she posts dance covers and her own edits and other random stuff but she has a great blog so follow her too!

chelseaa143rice: (your url is so boring yo) my crazy kpop friend!!!! you’re literally like the only person besides my sister irl who understands my kpop obsession and we totes need to talk more at school! too bad we most likely won’t have classes together next year bc I’m taking 5 APs (kill me pls) but let’s hang some time yeah?

I probably also forgot some irl friends but I wasn’t going into this thinking I was going to emerge completely successful so I’m very sorry and I still love you haha. I’ll end this here before it gets too boring oops. Thanks everyone for being amazing and making my experiences on tumblr something I’ll never forget!!

So I said I would do this at 500… And now I am at 833, so that didn’t take me too long…..

Honestly I didn’t think this blog would go anywhere, it is a side account for my main blog because I realized I was posting too much hockey and all of my Captain Swan followers probably weren’t digging that too much… So being only in the 4th month of this blog and having over 800 followers still shocks me. It’s been a wild and crazy hockey season for me, going to my first Blackhawks game, meeting basically every player on the team at some point, traveling with people I met at games to Dallas freaking Texas. It really has been a whirlwind. So here i am, ready to present you with my favorite blogs.


These people are my favorites. Some I have met irl. Some I just talk to on here. And some I still can’t believe follow me.

@gerbatron yo girl how did we even start talking? i think you first commented on something I posted on reddit? i don’t even know. but this chick is awesome and from australia so probably has a cool ass accent. we chat about tyler seguin and inappropriate thoughts we have about various players. she is cool.

@tiffanynicole7288 i met you once. you were cool. we should hang out moreeeeee. also i like everything you post.

@72panarin you are cool. haha. literally everyone is gonna get a ‘you are cool’ comment from me. anyway hanging out those few times after games has been fun. yay for stalking players!!!

@captainmeerkat DON’T WORRY YOU GET A STORY BECAUSE I STILL FIND THIS HYSTERICAL. ok guys, my main blog is a fandom blog with a focus on Captain Swan because Once Upon A Time is the shit and I love it more than life (and possibly hockey). But anyway, Meg was always one of my favorite OUAT blogs. And I was always lowkey pissed she didn’t follow me. So one day I am scrolling thru my notifications on this lame little hockey sideblog and who follows me? THAT’S RIGHT, THIS LOSER. So I immediately fangirl and tell her how i have always been kind of in love with her blog and was super excited that she follows me and now we are (i hope) kinda like friends or something??? [[very important: she made the banner for this post]]

@julesjulianne we don’t chat much, but I stalk your blog like a lot a lot. BUT I FEEL LIKE I STALK YOU A LOT SO I HAVE TO INCLUDE YOU IN HERE AND LET’S TALK MORE AND STUFF

now for the long list of blogs i like a whole lot

@1988kazer // @88hurrikane // @admiralserious // @andrewshawsome // @artemipanarin // @artemipanini72 // @aseaofwaste // @bennxgally // @blackhawks-shuffle // @breadsman // @brentseabrookshair // @chelsea-chelsea-i-believe // @chicagosdarlings // @chicagotrash // @coach-qs-stache // @dathockeydoe // @donttoewsme // @freedestinycreation // @girlwithflower // @hatrickane // @hatrickkaner // @hawksquad // @hockeyboystho // @hockeyglee // @holypuckfuck // @imkindahopingtohavethelongesturl // @indie-jesus // @jamiebenntrash // @jimmyjam96 // @kanerily // @kanershuffle // @ketnep // @martini-jones // @onegoal72 // @panarin-toews // @panarinaf // @panarinbread // @pucknugget // @rizzotoews // @segsymyboy // @shake-it-like-toews // @shawz-65 // @shuffling-with-kaner // @taek-swoons // @tempe-toews // @teuvotimetofinnishcold // @the-italiangirl91 // @tinyteuvo // @toewsoff // @waitingforgodonut

i know there are a million more of you amazing people out there, but this is hard to do guys and I am very sad if I missed you. I LOVE ALL OF YOU!!!!!

Preference #57: Another One

Jack: You saw how they looked at one another. Those lingering stares of intrigue angered you so much you thought you might go mad. The other girl-Maureen-worked in the same office building as Jack; she carried this hippie, tree-hugging lifestyle around with her. He told you they met in the cafeteria there and began talking. You remembered how you both met: School cafeteria where you started talking. It bothered you. Instead of keeping the distant-acquaintance-relationship or a work relationship, Jack and her befriend one another. She enters the circle of friends. At first you didn’t mind, but you started noticing. He gave her too much attention, which she thrived in. You saw her flirtatious smiles, her trailing fingers going up his arm, and hearing her occasional shameless flirtation. Jack said nothing. He sometimes responded. This propelled you into being in his life more: You made your presence known to this girl by constantly stopping by the office, hardly leaving his side at parties, and kissing him as often as possible. You even started having sex with him more often. Jack thought nothing of your behavior. ‘Babe, I’m gonna be staying at the office a bit later today, alright?’ He told you early that morning. ‘What do you mean later? You stay there until 4am anyways.’ He laughed, ‘I know, but I mean, this time I’ll actually be working on something.’ ‘So, what have you been doing the other times you’ve stayed late?’ ‘Procrastinating as usual.’ Yes, with her. Maureen. ‘I suppose Maureen stays back with you, does she?’ ‘Well, she stops by on her way out of her office. Why?’ ‘Hm, nothing. Just…wondering, is all.’ He sensed the resentment in you. ‘Y/N…do you think Maureen and I have something going?’ ‘I may have a suspicion or two.’ Jack began laughing, ‘Oh baby. I would never even…why would you think I would? I love you far too much to think about anyone else at this point.’ ‘It’s…You look at her a lot. You don’t look at me like that anymore. She appeals to you because she’s all artsy and creative and pretty. She doesn’t work a silly, stuffy, nine-to-five corporate job, wear suits and have her hair pinned up all the time. She’s spontaneous and fun. I’m….I’m not. I tried being like that, but I can’t.’ ‘Is that why you’ve been acting so funny? You’re trying to be like her?’ ‘No, not like her, just…something you would like.’ Jack wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly. He kissed the top of your head, and then your lips. ‘You’re everything I like. You’re organized, sensible, grounded, and hardworking. Yeah, Maureen’s cool but her head’s like in the clouds most of the time; she’s always going on about animals, the environment and the government, which-don’t get me wrong are all super important-can turn into stale conversation. It’s like, when she realizes that I’m not interested, she starts flirting with me. I told her I have a girlfriend, so she sort of backed off.’ ‘So, you don’t mind me being a crazy workaholic?’ ‘Psh, I’m a crazy workaholic. Why would I mind another one? We can be workaholics together.’ He kissed you softly, nuzzling your nose a bit, and then took off.

Finn: ‘Why the hell did you do that?! I don’t recall Sarah doing anything to you.’ You couldn’t believe him. Leave it to Finn to turn everything on you. He’s the one sleeping with a hapless intern. Why was he taking it out on you? ‘Oh come on, Finn. I’m not stupid! I know what you’ve been doing with her behind my back!’ You walked into the living room, throwing your purse on the bed as you turned to a mirror. You saw the redness forming along your cheek, though thankfully the break in your bottom lip stopped bleeding. You hadn’t meant to hit the girl, though you couldn’t help yourself. She was so sleazy. ‘What are you talking about?!’ ‘You’ve been fucking that little bitch! I know you have! I see you two all the time! Talking and laughing and being a buddy-buddy together! The way she throws herself at you! ‘we should go hang out sometime, Finn’ ‘you’d really like this place Finn!’ ‘Oh, Finn, please leave your girlfriend and be my boyfriend forever and ever!’’ You mocked the intern in a high pitch, girly voice. He watched you go about the living room, your rage fueling your foot steps and hand gestures. ‘She fawns over you like a stupid school girl! It’s like she can’t help herself around you. She reminds me of those silly fan girls of yours that just HAVE to come up to you. They HAVE to have your picture. They HAVE to tell you how AWESOME you fucking are when they don’t know a thing about you! It’s pathetic! I’m sick of it! I’m sick of other girls all over you! I already compete with the rest of the world for your attention, the last thing I’d do is compete for it with an intern!’ He gazed at you. Finn remained silent as he walked towards you. Sadness filled his green eyes, the ones that can comfort you and arouse you with a single glance. He rung his arms around you; he hugged you to his chest and rested his head on your shoulder. You broke down in tears. All the pressure crashed down on you, making your injuries ache and sting a bit more. ‘You don’t have to compete with anyone. You’re the only woman in my life. I’m not seeing Sarah, I’m not seeing any fan girls. There’s nobody but you.’ You kissed him back. ‘I’m sorry. I just…It makes me crazy sometimes.’ ‘I know,’ He smirked, kissing you one more time, ‘Does this mean you’re going to apologize to her?’ ‘Pfft, no.’

Dan: ‘Darling, I’m telling you, there isn’t anyone else. You’re being crazy.’ 'I’m not being crazy, Daniel!’ You only called him Daniel in angry moments. He simply stared at you as you waved around your phone, displaying a picture of some girl kissing his cheek at a party. You’ll admit, you’re going a bit overboard about a cheek kiss, but can he blame you? He’s always gone nowadays. He stays out longer and he hardly calls you. He says it’s work, though you’ve had others ideas for a while. Now, this office party at the radio station, and this random woman kissing his cheek. It sent you raging. You threw things at him, you yelled accusations and insults his way and didn’t stop until even your phone screen cracked. In the end, Dan simply stared at you. 'Yeah, I’m not putting up with this behavior from you. You want to go be a jealous, crazy bitch, be my guest. Call me when you’ve gained your sanity back.’ He walked out of your apartment without a word. Dan always did that. He never liked being confronted with problems. You crashed down onto your sofa, your thoughts racing in your little break. You were crazy. Dan loved you. He’d never dare hurt you in such a fashion. You overreacted. In a few hours, you called Dan. You prayed you hadn’t completely ruined everything with your outburst. 'Hey gorgeous,’ He said. 'Hey…Listen, I wanted to talk to you about today. I’m…I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have bursted out at you like that. You didn’t deserve it, and most of it wasn’t even because of you. I just…I love you so much and I hate the thought of losing you to another person.’ 'Sweetheart, you wouldn’t lose me to anybody. Why the hell would I leave somebody out of my league? There’s no way I’m ever getting a girl like you a second time; I’m not THAT lucky.’ He always made you laugh. 'And, it’s partly my fault for being so distant. I shouldn’t put you in the backseat like that…unless I plan on shagging you in the backseat…’ 'Dan!’ 'What? Just throwing that one out there, as usual.’

one direction // preference // he leaves you at the altar pt. 2
  • harry: in the months that had passed since you'd seen harry, you still hadn't gotten over the embarrassment that he had brought you when he wasn't standing at the end of the aisle. there hadn't been a text, nor a call, but even though there was no word from him - he was still the only thought on your mind. part of you hated his guts for what he had done, but a larger part of you still felt the immense love that you'd always felt for him. so when he turned up on your doorstep, a little drunk on a sunday night, you were quick to welcome him inside and make him a cup of tea. it only took moments before harry broke down into his hands, sobbing that he had never regretted something so much in his life - and that all he could wish for was that the two of you were together and married. and even though it had hurt like hell when he left you - and there was the worry that he would do it again - all you could reply was, 'then lets try this again.'
  • zayn: you were absolutely devastated for the weeks that followed after zayn had gotten cold feet. you had no idea where he could possibly be since no-one that you knew had been in contact with him. it was like he'd vanished from the face of the earth. until you got a call from his number, and instantly you picked it up. you were sure that you were more worried about the idea of him not being safe. as you answered, you heard the familiar voice that instantly sent comfort through you. 'hey babe.' he spoke softly, a little hesitantly, 'i just want you to know that i am so, so sorry about what i did. i've never missed someone so much as i have you, and i know this is crazy but i'm about 5 minutes away and i was just hoping you'd let me see you. i need to apologise properly.' he breathed, and without a moment of hesitation, you agreed.
  • louis: you were out at work, having used your job as a distraction from the memories you had with louis, and the memories of how embarrassed you felt when you had to tell everyone that the wedding was off. but as you were stocking a few things back onto the shelves, you felt a presence behind you. turning around, you were met with the soft smile that you had fallen in love with, and the eyes that had admired you for so long. immediately you went into shock, frozen as you tried to comprehend the situation. was he really standing in front of you? it'd been so long. as you were glued to the spot, louis chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, closing his eyes as he inhaled the scent of your perfume before he pulled back, 'i came to apologise, and with hopes that you'll forgive me and take me back, but i won't set my expectations too high. i know that if i were you, i would kill me, but i just... i want to prove that i can be better for you. i can be what you deserve.'
  • niall: you let out a sigh as you shut the front door and dumped your handbag on the ground. you hung your coat up on the coat rack before sighing, the overwhelming urge to burst into tears hitting you as you caught scent of niall's cologne. it hadn't been long since he had left you sobbing at the altar, so occasionally the smell of him was still lingering around the apartment. you inhaled sharply as you tried to stop yourself from getting emotional, before you walked through to the kitchen. you stopped dead in your tracks as you were met with niall leaning on the counter. he was biting on his lip, clearly nervous as his eyes landed on you, 'i am so, so sorry. i know this is no excuse but it was just happening so fast and i freaked out, but now that i've had time away and time to think, i realise how fucking stupid i was to leave you there. marriage wouldn't have changed anything, and now i've changed everything and ruined things between us. and i regret it... more than you will ever, ever know babe.'
  • liam: as you pulled up at the hotel that liam had texted you the address to, you inhaled slowly to steady yourself for what could possibly come of this meeting. he had messaged you with no context, just an address in which he asked you to travel to. you eventually moved from your car and up to the hotel lobby in which you asked to go up to the room liam was staying in. the elevator trip felt like it took forever, but eventually you were on the right floor, and searching for the hotel room. as you read the numbers on the door you sighed, knocking quickly before stepping back. only moments later the door swung open and you were met with liam who gave you a weak smile and invited you in. at first you hesitated, but then you moved into the room, sitting down on the sofa and placing your handbag into your lap as he sighed, 'i know i said i wouldn't bother you unless you messaged me first. but god, this has been so shit without you. i hate myself everyday for not going through with marrying you - because the idea of you marrying anyone who is not me, terrifies me. and i know this is a lot to ask but i want to try... god.. babe i need us to try again.'
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