is my hair even being serious right now

anonymous asked:

What about headcanons for Jack or Gabe watching their s/o dote on baby Fareeha, and they start imagining a future where they could have a little family? This could be fluff or angst, hit me with what you got my dude. 👌😩

It’s gonna be fluffy cause I got a rather angsty one to write later! I wrote little drabbles instead because I thought it would be easier to portray. I hope that’s okay! 

Requests are open!


Gabriel Reyes

Gabe watches you as you lift baby Fareeha over your head and make airplane noises as you move around the room with her. Her laughs and shrikes filled the room with happiness as you have the biggest smile on your face that Gabriel has ever seen. Ana had asked the two of you to watch her for the day as she had some errands to run. You accepted the task gleefully since you love babies and Fareeha was no exception. But as Gabe watched you play with her, his heart twanged with want. The two of you never explicitly talked about starting a family together but he knew he wanted one. Seeing you so happy, he knew now was the time to ask.

Gabe crosses the room towards you as you bring Fareeha back down and hold her to your hip. He wraps his arms around your waist and hugs you from behind before placing a small kiss on the back of your neck.

You give him a small chuckle before speaking, “Fareeha, say hello to Uncle Gabe.” She doesn’t do anything other than make little baby noises and thrash her little arms up and down.

“Hello Fareeha,” he tells her as he leans over you to place a small kiss on top of her head before resting his chin on your shoulder.

“She’s so cute!”

“She is but you know who would be even cuter?”

“Who?”

“Our baby.”

“Gabe, are you being serious right now?”

“I am. She would have your eyes and my curly hair.”

“Our baby would be a girl?”

“I like to think our first one would be.”

“You want multiple kids?”

“If that’s alright with you.”

“Of course it is!” Gabe kisses the back of your neck again before lightly grinding into your backside. “Honey, I appreciate your enthusiasm but we need to wait for Ana to pick up Fareeha.”

“I know. I just want you to get prepared for the best loving of your life.”

“Challenge accepted mister,” you tell his as you turn your head to give him a proper kiss. He deepens it by pulling you completely against him before running his hands down your body, giving your ass a playful squeeze. You let out a small giggle. “We’re gonna be a family!”

“We’re gonna be a gorgeous one.”

Jack Morrison

 Ana had asked you and Jack to watch Fareeha for a couple days while she was away on a mission. It had been some of the most fun Jack could remember having in a long time. It felt great taking care of her, and playing with her and getting to make up bed time stories so she could fall asleep but the fun was coming to an end since Ana was due back on base in a couple hours.

The three of you were spending the last little bit of your babysitting time together at a park. Jack was watching you chase Fareeha around on the grass, pretending to not be able to catch her. Your and her laugh and giggles filled Jack’s ears and made his heart swell. Seeing you chase her around, with a giant smile on your face made Jack want to start a family with you. The two of you had talked about it before but it wasn’t the right time since it was during the omnic war but now the war was over. He was always busy being the strike commander but a family is something he wanted for a long time and he knew you did too.

Jack runs over to the two of you and picks up Fareeha as she’s running away from you, looking to see if you’re still behind her.

“Got you!” He exclaims excitedly before spinning her around. She giggles as he does so and her little laugh could melt even the toughest men in Overwatch. When Jack finally stops spinning her, she reaches out to you for a hug. Where you accept her into your arms and give her a kiss on the cheek.

“Can we keep her?” You pout to Jack.

“Do you really want to fight Ana for her baby?”

“On second thought, I’ll pass.”

“Good idea but I have a better idea.”

“What’s that?”

“Why don’t we have one of our own?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. Seeing how much fun and enjoyment we’ve had the past couple days is making me wish we had started sooner.”

“We didn’t for some very good reasons.”

“But now the war is over. So, what do you say?”

“Yes, of course! Jack Morrison, I will have your babies.” Jack leans in and gives you a quick but passionate kiss before Fareeha lets out a little gurgle and a stinky smell passes your nose. “Oh, I think we better get this one back to base so I can change her diaper.”

“Don’t worry darling, I got this one.”

Jack takes Fareeha out of your arms and places her on his hip so he can hold her with one hand and hold your hand with the other before the three of you walk back to base.

That’s what adults do. We fuck up.

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader, Genevieve
Word count : 1,460
Author :Mel
A/N : More parts for @bigdaddymongoose.

Part 6 of ‘My son, Bringer of Storms.’



Gen was drinking coffee, watching the boys eat their breakfast when her phone rang. “Hey Dani.” She smiled.

“Hi Aunty Dani!” The boys yelled.

She could hear Danneel laughing. “Tell the boys I said hi.

“Aunty Dani says you better stop fooling around and eat your breakfast.”

Danneel laughed again. “Nice, Gen.

Gen smiled. “What’s up?”

Jared didn’t come home this weekend?”

Gen sighed. “No. I uh, I needed some time.” She wasn’t going to elaborate with the kids there, so she left it at that, knowing her friend would understand. “Why?”

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[GOT7 Reacts] to you fighting with your younger siblings

request by girlyswaggirll20 :Hello ~~ can I request a reaction please ? 🌸 What would be GOT7’s reaction if they saw their s/o having a childish fight with their younger siblings ? 😂 BTW cute blog continue on with it ! ❤

thaks so much! I hope you like it :) everyone please send requests I love them! this was a really cute suggestion btw :)

You decide to bring your 2 younger siblings to dinner to eat with your boyfriend but you end up fighting with them in front of him.

Yugyeom: You end up yelling at your brother to keep it down and your sister to stop being so annoying. He just laughs watching the three of you bicker over pretty much nothing. “Jagiya~ be more gentle with them. They’re just young.” You see your sister stick her tongue out. “I know they can be a lot but I am a younger sibling too and it’s just fun to annoy our elders.” He winks at your siblings and turns to you “plus look at how worked up you’re getting it’s hilarious!” 

Bambam: Listening to the three of you fight reminds of being at home with his older brothers and younger sister. He hears your sister say a back-handed comment about your weight and now all four of you start mindlessly bickering. It is awkward for a bit but as the meal goes on and you all cool down you apologise to one another and laugh it off like nothing ever happened. When you leave the restaurant Bambam is showing your brother and sister how to dab and as they leave your sister says “Bambam is so much cooler than you Unnie~ “ He just smirks saying “She’s not wrong” And gives you a peck on the cheek

Youngjae: He is the maknae of his family and so he is used to this kind of arguments but he feels awkward because as you argue you look to him to take your side but he doesn’t even know what you’re fighting about. “[Y/N] I probably agree with you, but what are we fighting about?” This adorable cluelessness makes your sister and brother laugh easing the tension at the table. “Oh nevermind.Thank you” You kiss him on the lips lightly,  for unknowingly solving your situation. “Ewwww that’s gross.” Your brother protests but Youngjae just smiles at you lovingly. “You’re welcome?” causing everyone to burst out laughing again.” 

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Noise (Part 1)

Summary: (Chris Evans x Reader for now) you’re moving into an apartment on your own, ready to start fresh in someplace new. However, your new neighbor upstairs seemingly isn’t the quietest person in the world.
Warnings: none
Word count: 1444
A/N: As I was spending Christmas Day moving into an apartment and I heard my neighbor upstairs make some ruckus, a fic idea came to mind. Original, I know. 

Originally posted by knowles-morgan


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Isak and Even hair drabble | what even is this tho?

I miss Isak, I miss Even…I wonder what they are doing right now…

I imagine that they are being goofy as always, showing their affection by arguing about something silly like 

OMG like Isak deciding that he wants to get a flipping haircut! And Even is just like NO !!!!! FUCKING !!! WAY !!!! BOI. He is literally so offended and I mean this actually turns super serious. Isak kinda just said it one day like “Ugh my hair is getting so long, and it’s so curly and so annoying and I just want to chop it all off” and Even’s all like “lol don’t do that baby, you would not pull of bald. You’d look like a cute baby egg” and then he just kisses his golden curls and Isak playfully slaps him away while grinning “Shut up! I would not, I’d look like a fucking king” 

Even just laughs and is like “sure baby” 

but then of course eventually it gets serious??? like Isak brings it up again one day, like Even mentions a film he wants to go see and Isak is like “Oh let me know the time it’s on because I was thinking of getting my hair cut on Sunday” and Even just like freezes and is all “EXCUSE ME? wot da fuq” and Isak looks up at him and is like “yeah i mean i’m just gonna get it cut a little shorter so it’s not as curly and annoying.” Even’s hand (which was stroking all of Isak’s ‘annoying’ curls) has just stopped in his hair and he is just Not. Chill. At. All. he looks at Isak with his mouth all open and pouty “You are not cutting your hair.” he declares meeting Isaks eyes. 

Isak laughs “what??” he shouts amused and surprised at the passion inside his boys voice over his damn hair. Even just tilts his face down and gives Isak his “I am not kidding babe your not going there, fight me boo” look. 

and Isak just laughs before shouting “oh my gosh your being ridiculous! It’s just hair It doesn’t even matter EVEEEEEN!” 

so then Even just thinks oh you want to fucking start this before smiling and nodding. Isak nods with pride thinking he’s won this fight befooooore Even says 

“You know what? You’re right, summer is coming up and it just gets so hot, I think i’ll go and get my hair cut with you.” 

OH DEAR LORD 

NO 

Isak looks back up at him in horror “NEI!” he practically screams before he could rethink it. 

Even’s eyebrows shoot up smugly “what? no? But baby it’s just hair right?” 

Isak rolls his eyes and crosses his arms in defeat “Fine…fine no fucking hair cut. I hate you.” 

Even rolls over and pulls grumpy Isak closer to him, holding him against his chest. “You love me…” He runs his hand through Isak’s prince hair and kisses it before whispering in his ear “and I love your hair.” 

Isak smiles to himself and blushes. He would never tell Even but after hearing those words from the man of his life, Isak has never looked after his precious curls more.  

never let me go

part three | “better than fighting” masterpost | ao3

length: 1.7k

genre(s): smut

triggers/warnings: none

Simon and Baz’s first time. The song they listen to is here


Baz

I can’t breathe. Something has stolen the air from my lungs and I feel like I’m drowning. I think I am drowning. I’m underwater, and I can make out the faint shapes of my family up ahead. They’re in the water with me. And there’s Bunce. And Wellbelove. And Fiona. And…and Simon. They’re drowning, but I can’t help them, because I’m drowning too. I can’t breathe. I can’t…

I wake up, and I still can’t breathe. My vision is red and I realize Simon’s wing is covering my face. He usually keeps them tucked in when he sleeps, and this only happens when he’s having a particularly bad nightmare. I dodge the other wing as he thrashes around, rolling over to my side of the bed. I have no idea how he’s staying asleep through all of this, and my heart breaks knowing what must be going on in his head right now.

I’m debating whether or not I should wake him, when he lets out a strangled yell, and sits up. His chest is heaving, and his eyes are still closed. At first I think he’s still asleep, but then he reaches for my hand. I take his and squeeze, a silent reminder that I’m here, that I’ll always be here. Eventually his breathing slows, and he retracts his wings. I open my arms, and Simon’s climbing into my lap. He clutches at me and I rub soothing circles on his lower back, murmuring “It’s okay, love. I’ve got you. It’s okay.” He’s shaking, and my heart breaks a little bit more.

He’s still shaking as he sits up and straddles me, his knees on either side of my thighs, and he’s pushing me against the headboard. Simon’s hand comes up to touch my cheek, and then he’s kissing me. Softly at first, almost like a question. I answer with my tongue, and he relaxes against me. We kiss for a few minutes, until Simon starts to move. He’s grinding against me and it feels amazing and I never want to to stop. There’s a sort of desperation in his motions. It makes me shiver. Circe, it’s so fucking hot. His face is buried in my neck and his cock is sliding alongside mine. The first few times that’s happened it was never long enough for me to really focus on the sensation, but now…

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JB Imagine - Pranking (Fake Dating)

A/N : Hey guys hope you enjoy it, let me know if I should do a part two or sequel ? Be sure to follow and like for more. Also feel free to request one for yourself. Much love .xx

You and Justin have been fake dating for 4 months. It’s still something you can’t take in and well we can say neither can he. You’re probably questioning as to why is it something he can’t take in ? Well, Justin was expecting a model or famous type of girlfriend in which that definitely wasn’t you. You both had met by Hailey, after seeing years later since highschool and you moving. Who would have thought you would meet up again on a plane. Everyone loved you, as in Scooter, Za, Ryan and the rest of Justin’s friends along with his family. I guess your bubbly personality worked the charm on everyone except for Justin.

It was a hot sunny day out in LA. It was the perfect day for non other than a swim had I thought as I was interrupted from my daydreaming by my phone ringing. Surprisingly it was Ryan. He only calls me unless it’s something serious because other than that matter we speak everyday so this must be important. “Hey Ryan” I said happily. “Hey Y/N, I have something important to tell you so listen up” he said. “Thought as much. Go ahead” I said getting curious by the minute.

“Okay since I’m your best friend and I thought I should tell you this because it would be even funnier. Justin is on his way and he intends to prank you” He said excitedly. “Go on..” i said wanting to hear more. “So play it cool when he comes and backfire his prank” he said. “Consider it game on. I’m so going to post this on my channel. I have to go set up. Thanks for telling me Ryan aha you’re the best” I said as I quickly hung up.

I went to my room to grab 2 cameras in which I setted up in the house in order to catch footage of our prank. I didn’t forget the thought of wanting to swim. I grabbed my neon pink triangl bikini, threw on my floral kimono and headed to the pool with my phone to keep me occupied along with my sunglasses.

I layed down on the sunbed in the partial shade area and checked my instagram. 10 minutes later, guess who drops by…?

I didn’t dare turn my gaze towards him and instead pretended his presence wasn’t here. “Hey Y/N” I turned around to see that Ryan had tagged along with Justin. I guess he’s going to witness this go down. Justin rarely spoke to me because well I’m his fake girlfriend and the only time we talk is when were forced to. In which does hurt me because even though I may be acting for him, deep down I’m actually in love with him though I doubt he’d feel the same.

“Oh hey Ryan. It’s so good to see you” i said as I stood up to hug him. I swear I could see a sting of jealousy in Justin, probably because I’m just in this bikini or maybe… Nah I don’t think so. “Same here” he said. He then winked at me as I sat down and he sat next to me on my left. My gaze had then met Justin’s presence and in which shall I say I was thankful that I was wearing sunglasses so he could barely see me look at him because he was shirtless in just joggers and nike high tops. That was enough to kill me.

“Uhh hey Y/N can we talk” he asked as he rubbed the back of his neck. Game on. “Yeah sure” I said as I locked my phone and sat upwards to face him sitting on the sunbed on my right. “Okay so I have no idea how to say this but..” he trailed. “But what Justin ?” I asked curiously as to what was his idea of pranking me. “Okay just here me out alright? ” he said playing it as if he did something wrong. Ain’t working babe thanks to Ryan. “Okay so 2 weeks ago remember when we went out for my birthday to that new club ?” he said. “Yeah…What about it ?” I trailed. “Well, uhh I got drunk and I guess so was Hailey.. We ended up doing it and now she think she’s pregnant” he said trying to sound serious. Really ? Of all people he uses Hailey ? That too of all things saying she’s pregnant ?

“Are you fricking serious ?” I questioned. Time for my backfire. He nodded his head as he looked down. “OMG. Okay good than I don’t have to feel bad. We’re even now” I said smiling at my remark as i let out a sigh of relief as I stood up to head to the kitchen. Footsteps were following me and so the fun begins.

“Wait. What do you mean even ? What did you do ?” He asked getting pissed and curious at the same time. I opened the fridge to get myself a bottle of water as I turned to him. “Well my stories a bit similar. Anyways remember like last week or so I told you I went to Cameron and Nash’s apartment to film a video for my channel ?” I asked. “Yeah…” he trailed. “Well while Cameron and I started making the video like towards the end or so we didn’t actually complete the video though uhh instead we may have had a makeout session and uhh we also did it” I said plainly trying not to laugh.

“And ?” He questioned. “Justin. I think I may be pregnant” I said serious. “Are you being serious right now ?” He questioned tensed. “Yeah Justin. I’m so sorry. I know we’re dating and everything, we both screwed up but I’m sure we can work this out” I said trying to convince him into the prank. “No we can’t Y/N. What the fuck man ? This was all supposed to be a prank and you’re telling me you’re fucking pregnant with some shitty Youtubers kid ?” He said with jealousy clear in his voice. Ryan must so be enjoying the front row watch. Justin then walked off running his fingers through his hair roughly. Oh my gosh even when he’s mad he looks hot.

“Oh come on Justy. We can work this out” I said as I wrapped my arms around him which was a first of me in which he was probably shocked of my actions. “No we can’t Y/N. You have no idea how fucked this is right now. This was all supposed to be a prank” he said as he left my embrace and walked back to the pool area where he last sat.

“Okay Justin” I said as I sat in front of him trying to gain his attention. I then did my next unexpected move and sat on his lap which was also another first for me. “Justin. Listen to me. I have something else important to tell you ?” I said as I lifted his chin. “Can this get any worse ?” He asked as he made eye contact with me. “I think it may..” i said as I lowered my head. “Okay just tell me what is it ?” He said sadly. “Justin..You’ve just been pranked by your own girlfriend” I shouted in his face as I got up to high five Ryan. “Thanks Ry” I said as we both turned to Justin to see his reaction. “Remind me again as to what made me all of a sudden fall for you ?” He murmured to himself.

Isn’t It Obvious?


Request: Can i have a fluffy revenge era gee where i’m really oblivious and gee has been flirting with me for the (blank) amount of years ive known him. and like at a movie “date” i’m like wait are you flirting and he’s like yeah i have been for the past (blank) years but thanks for noticing and it ends in a kiss or something like that. I love cheesy stories so much!

AN: OH MY GOD i am soo sorry this took so long! It took me ages to think of how to start this, then it took even longer to think of what to do with it. I’m so relieved that it’s finally done, even though it may not be the best. Its also pretty short yikes. And once again, the title doesn’t make sense but i could NOT think of anything else. Anyway, I hope you enjoy iy!

You sat next to Gerard, the friend you’d had for many years. You were watching some horror movie with him, but surprisingly, he wasn’t really paying attention to it. Usually he’d be so deep into it, not noticing anything else that was going on around him. Today however, he kept trying to engage in conversation with you. He leaned his head slightly against your arm and smiled a bit shyly.

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anonymous asked:

how would the shepherds react to Robin taking a critical hit for them? Please include Gaius!

Your name: submit What is this?

Just Gaius because it ended up being much longer than I thought it would be

He anticipates being finished off; he isn’t ready for it, though he knows that once upon a time he was. But at the last minute, he hears something that’s more blood-curdling than being stabbed himself. It’s your cry.

“______?” He’d never sounded more frightened in his life. Not when he was captured, not when he was tattooed, not even when he almost was responsible for the death of an innocent life. “______!” With the opening you give him, he makes quick work of the dastard. Just in time too. You fall backwards from the impact of the blow and right into his arms.

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I can't enjoy the outdoor evening sun without neighbor b.s.😤🍷

Listen to me because I’m going to say this nice and slow friendly and serious as fuck so it sinks in that head of yours okay
*sips wine and pause for dramatic effect*

My daughter wasnt kidding when she said dont touch her hair. Just because my children play with yours doesn’t make me and you cool and it sure as fuck doesn’t give you the right to put your hand in my girls hair *😃*

You don’t see me touching your son hair, don’t touch mine *point to my girls*
Don’t ever put your hand in any black child hair again. Now dont feel some type of way dont question me just let our children play.
Okay *raise 🍷 in air and 😃* you have a good evening.

lovetonot  asked:

ok wow so you said request are open soo could you please write a request where like y/n is vvv insecure about her weight but her thighs in paticularly and she regueses to sit on Harry's lap and then he tries to convince her ahes perfect (it could be smut or fluff i just need this is my life)

He knew how uncomfortable you felt about your weight, but especially your thighs, he knew it but couldn’t quite understand why you felt like this about them
He loved you and your thighs just the way they are
And he tried to tell you that as often as possible, he would even tell you that they are perfect to lay is head on when you and him are cuddling
All these lovely reassuring words didn’t really change anything about your thoughts though

For some reason your hate for your thighs was specifically bad and for Harry’s bad luck he was the one you let your whole mood out on
For example when you were standing in front of him, cleaning the couch table and he, being in a needy mood, tries to pull you down to sit on his lap, without thinking about it, he grabbed your hips and pulled you back, but as soon as you were sitting down you would start thinking that you are squishing his legs underneath you, and you would try to get up again

“Harry please, I’m squishing you. Let me get up again”
“No, you’re not. Stop thinking that, I just want a cuddle with my beautiful girlfriend”
“Mhm, beautiful girl with big thighs” you would mumble under your breath and move so that now only your calves are resting in his lap
Lightly holding onto them he would look over to you with a look that meant he hoped you were not serious right now
“Babe, your thighs are one of the best things on you! I love them, just as much as I love your tummy, your hair and basically everything else about you. Stop being so insecure for no reason! YOU are the most stunning girl I have ever laid my eyes on. Now stop being like that and come here”
You had tears welling up your eyes, he was just the cutest boy and even though you were insecure most of the time he tried his very best to make you feel as special as he possibly can
With a sigh you moved into his lap again, but this time facing him
With a very light hand he pushed the hair out of your face and pulled you to him by your neck
Between kisses he would, of course have to let his cheeky self out again
“I love having your thighs on me, but I love them even more wrapped around my head”
With a wink and one last firm but loving kiss he would easily lift you up and show you exactly why he loved your thights around his head so much in the bedroom

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[This fic was requested anonymously, enjoy!]
  
“I’m sorry, what?” I asked, needing to make sure I heard him correctly. 
  He laughed, “I said lets blow this popsicle stand and get married, I know you want to.”
  I mean I did, but this was a less than satisfactory scenario. Not only was I covered in brain matter but I don’t even think he meant it. I mean he meant the whole marriage part, but it seemed like he wanted to get married as a joke and not because he actually wanted to marry me. 
  I’m not stupid, I never really expected anything less from him and I should be jumping at the opportunity but I wasn’t. In fact, I was a little angry and hurt that he’d offer something like that so flippantly. It seemed almost like a tease. I blew  a lock of hair out of my face before picking up my baseball bat. 
  “I’ll pass, thanks,” I grumbled and he laughed again.
  “Aww, what’s wrong, Y/N?” 
  I didn’t find him funny right now, I didn’t particularly like him in that moment either and I think he knew it when I cast him a look mixed with anger, frustration, and disappointment.
  “I’m being serious,” he said, not sounding like it. 
  “That’s the sad part. I’m going home to shower, have fun, Puddin.” 
  I ignored him as he called me, skipping out of the warehouse like I didn’t want to smack him even though I knew that this was who he was.

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11. “We need to talk”

SEND ME NUMBERS

I walked up and knocked on the front door, hearing the shouts from Justin as he played FIFA on his playstation. “JAY OPEN UP! I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!” I pounded profusely, my knocks echoing throughout the house. I know he could hear me, he just didn’t want to pause his game. Little bastard he was. 

I pounded harder, “JUSTIN DREW BIEBER IF YOU DON’T OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW I WILL –” 

The door opened, revealing an annoyed looking Justin, “What in the hell do you want?” 

I rolled my eyes and pushed past him, strolling into his finally spotless house, “I’ve been calling you all day, why haven’t you been answering me?” Justin pushed past me, purposely bumping my shoulder on his way back towards the couch, “If thats why you dropped by you might as well leave now.” He hit play on his game, the sound system blasting throughout the whole house.

I stopped in my tracks, “…Did I do something to you?” 

He was completely blowing me off and I didn’t know why. We were suppose to be friends yet he was pushing me aside as if I was a complete stranger and wouldn’t even give me to decency to explain to me in my face as to why. Swallowing back my tears and the excruciating pain in my chest, I stomped over until I stood directly in front of Justin, blocking his view of the tv. 

“Are you kidding me right now, Y/N?” Justin glared at me and paused his game throwing the consul across the couch. “What the fuck is your deal today?” 

I angrily wiped at my tears and glared down at him, “What’s my deal? Are you serious?! You’ve been blowing me off all fucking week and won’t even tell me why? Did I piss you off? If I did you could at least tell me what I fucking did wrong to you. We’re are suppose to be friends. I’ve had rough times with friends but I at least know they aren’t suppose to treat you like this. You’re being a complete ass and I want to know why.” 

Justin blankly stared at me before sighing and raking a hand through his hair, “Y/N, I really don’t want to do this right now –” 

“Too bad! You don’t get to pull this bullshit of conveniently cutting me out and only dealing with it when it’s convenient for you! I’m not some toy you can put on a shelf and play with when you feel like Justin. I’m a person and whether or not you know this but I still do have feelings and right now you’re crushing them…” 

Justin sighed looking as though he’d rather be anywhere else but in this situation and I couldn’t say I blamed him but this was a conversation we needed to have; sooner rather than later.

“Is this about that night?…” 

Justin’s head immediately shot up, his wide eyes answering my question. I bit down on my lip and nodded, the tears finally falling down my cheeks. “It is…you regret it don’t you?” 

Justin immediately stood up, his hands firmly gripping my shoulders, “NO! That’s not – Y/N that’s not what this is about I –” 

I looked up to meet his eyes only he wasn’t looking at me, he was looking past me. He was lying. I shoved him away and wiped at my tears angrily. I was so frustrated and angry right now that all I wanted to do was scream. He was pushing me away because of that stupid drunken mistake of a night that happened two weeks ago. 

“You’re such a liar…you might regret what happened and its literally eating away at you so you literally push me away and keep me at a distance but let me tell you something Justin, it was both of us that night. We both wanted it, we both did it and we both enjoyed it. You don’t get to push the blame on me because its convenient for you. I didn’t have sex by myself!” I shouted. I shook my head, my purpose for coming here lost entirely.  

I headed towards the front door with Justin right on my tail. “Y/N wait –” 

I spun around, stopping Justin in his tracks, “And one more thing, I’m pregnant.” 

Justin froze, his whole body rigid and his face drained of all color, “Wait..what?” 

A Day At The Beach (Sammy Wilk Imagine)

Thursday. It’s not Friday, but it’s not Wednesday. It was simply just Thursday.

Well Thursday’s just happened to be Sammy’s day off and he doesn’t get a lot of those. I wished it could’ve been Friday, that way we can just have a weekend of being together. But Friday was the day him and Skate would chill and listen to their music.

“So what do you want to do today Y/N?” Sammy threw himself on the bed right on top of me.

“Maybe get CPR or something, ugh can’t breathe,” I gasped for air trying to get his body off of me. I really hated when he did that, but he seemed to love trying to kill his girlfriend.

“It just so happens, your boyfriend is CPR certified,” Sammy crawled off of me pulling out his certification card out of his wallet.

“It’s okay, I rather save myself,” I laughed, pushing him off the bed.

“Oh no we have a problem! You’re talking crazy because of the lack of air,” he climbed back on the bed cupping my face in his hands.

He put my chin up against my will and squeezed my nose softly.

“Okay ready?”

“Nooooo!”

He let go of my nose and pushed his lips against mine. I grabbed his face looking for some way to pull myself up. I managed to run my hand through his soft blonde hair. I didn’t like the idea of him dying his hair but whatever made him happy. I was still praying it was a phase. Sammy’s trail of kisses led to my neck and I couldn’t finish my thought. The only thing escaping my mouth was a soft moan.

“I-I think, Sammy!” His hair tickled my neck.

“Mhmm?” He kissed my cheek, then my nose, and pulled me towards his chest.

“We should go to the beach today!” I sprung up out of his arms. “It’s Thursday so it’s not going to be as crowded and you can practice your CPR skills on me,” I winked at him.

“You had me at bikini,” he smiled cheekily at me.

“Go get dressed!” I threw a pillow at him.

~~~~~~

We drove do one of the local beaches in L.A. Sammy made us lunch and I packed all the extra set of clothes. We invited Nate and my best friend Y/F/N. I was really excited because Y/F/N and I went shopping last week and I found the most hottest bikini I had ever seen. So of course I bought it because I do yoga every week for my body, so why not show it off a little?
I had my new bikini on underneath my short baby blue strapless dress and I couldn’t wait for Sammy to see it.

We got to the beach in less than 10 minutes. Sammy found a parking spot for our jeep faster than usual because it was Thursday and I looked at him smiling because I was right. The boys unloaded the trunk while Y/F/N and I started looking for a place to settle down. We picked somewhere in the shade so we wouldn’t burn up too much.

“Sunscreen?” Y/F/N said pulling out a bottle.

“Yup,” I pulled off my dress revealing a white and gold bikini with two months of yoga toned body and stood in front of her while she rubbed it on my back.

“My turn!” I turned to Y/F/N and put rubbed the lotion on her back then we finished our arms and legs.

“What’s taking the boys so long?” I whined.

Y/F/N turned around, “They’re coming. Did Sammy see it?” She pointed to the bikini.

“Nope.”

“Well he’s in for a surprise,” she winked.

“Sorry we took so long, Sammy thought it would be funny to miss with the guys next to us,” I looked up seeing Nate laugh.

“Of course,” I smiled.

“Babe, can we talk?” Sammy asked. Nate and Y/F/N stayed aside talking about what happened in the car.

“Sure, we’ll be back guys.” They nodded. “What’s wrong?” Was he mad about what happened at the car? Or did I forget to pack water bottles? I seriously think I forgot the water bottles.

“Why is your face all scrunched up?” He laughed.

“Hah, nothing. What did you want to talk about?”

“Your bikini.”

“What about it? I bought it the other day, isn’t it so great?” I twirled around showing him the best parts.

“Yeah it is but its way too revealing.”

“Sammy it’s just a regular bikini. I’ve worn bikini’s many times around you. Why are you getting so defensive all of a sudden?” I looked at him confused.

“Yeah but you look really hot in this and I don’t want other guys looking at you!” He ran through his hair and sighed loudly.

“Are you serious? Sammy, girls look at you all the time! They even try flirting with you when I’m not around. Why is it that I don’t freak out all the time when they try to talk to you?”

“I don’t know,” he said quietly.

“Because I trust you and all I’m hearing right now is that you don’t trust me,” I looked at him and hurt filled my eyes.

“Sorry to interrupt but we’re wasting this beautiful day,” Y/F/N intervened and dragged me away towards the water.

“Thank you for that. He was being ridiculous,” I said to Y/F/N.

“No need, I got you,” she said splashing water towards me.

We swam and fooled around until we got hungry and decided to go back to the boys who were already eating. I grabbed a sandwich for me and Y/F/N while she got the towels and drinks. Turns out I did pack water bottles.

Sammy helped Y/F/N with the towels and walked over to me wrapping one around me.

“I’m sorry I overreacted. You were right. I should’ve just trusted you and I’m sorry I didn’t. I promise from now on that I won’t be a douche about what you wear, unless it’s not reasonable,” he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek.

“Awww Sammy, I forgive you,” I hugged him back wrapping the towel around his waist.

“Now let’s go eat and maybe later we can practice that CPR,” he laughed.

“You know you should be using your powers for good right?”

“Satisfying my girl’s needs is good!”

“I can’t even disagree.” He kissed me and we sat down.

We spend the remainder of the day splashing around in the water and hanging out. But I refused to let Sammy practice CPR on me, that’s really dangerous. Sometimes I wonder what’s wrong with my boyfriend. Then I remember I date him because he’s crazy and he drives me crazy but I’m crazy about him.

Pairing: Brett x reader

Prompt: he comes home drunk and tells you, “you’re cute when you’re mad.”


Brett had come home from the big lacrosse Bon fire. He invited you to go but you had no desire to attend the party. So you stayed home and gave Brett your honor. You trusted that he wouldn’t do anything stupid, like cheat on you. It had been a year and a half so you knew that would never happen. You gave him two rules and that was it. 1) NO drinking and driving. 2) Be at your house by midnight.

He somewhat followed the rules. He pulled into your driveway a lot sooner then you had thought. It was only 10:30. You watched from the living room window, Brett’s beat up jeep sped into the driveway. You watched as Brett stumbled over his feet and nearly fall. Instantly you moved from your spot and walked outside. “Brett, how on earth are you drunk?” You asked in slight irritation but he just smiled and made his way towards you. You wrapped his arm around your shoulder and supported his side.

“I had a million drinks (Y/N)!”

“You’re a werewolf, you’re not supposed to get drunk…” You looked back at his car and surprisingly there were no dents. “How on earth did you make it home okay?”

“I’m just that good, sweetheart. Don’t doubt me.” He opened the door, missing the door knob a few times before actually opening it. “My lady.” He said in a deep voice, but you were still unamused.

“Brett, what did I say about you drinking and driving?”

“You said don’t do it.” He answered proudly.

“But you did.” His face dropped and he looked at the ground.

“I got here okay!” He defended himself and puffed out his bottom lip like a child. You walked into your home and Brett followed you like a puppy.

“But you could have gotten yourself or someone else hurt.” You crossed your arms over your chest and he kept smiling. “What?” You asked.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” He stepped towards you carefully and brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

“If you think this will get you out of trouble you’re-”

“I don’t want out of trouble… I’m being serious even if I’m not one hundred percent sober right now. I mean it.” He smiled his cute, sincere smile and you shook your head.

“You’re lucky, Talbot.” You poked his chest and he grabbed your finger causing you to squeal.

“Even though I’m a little drunk I still have my werewolf powers.” He teased and released his grip around your pointer finger. He kissed your nose, his breath smelled like alcohol.

“Go lay down, I’ll be up soon.” You turned around to go into the kitchen. You grabbed Brett a glass of water and some crackers. It wasn’t too long before you heard a crash from your room.

“(Y/N)!” He whined, “I need help.” You chuckled and grabbed his things before running upstairs to check on him.

Punch - Coliver (HTGAWM)

So tossmymagicgoldenhair, holyhairbrush, ccoliver, and I ended up discussing protective Connor (and protective Oliver) the other night and this happened. It was supposed to be a drabble. It ended up being 2,000 words. I KNOW I have other things to post and now that I have internet I will be. Promise. Nobody was forgotten. This just nipped at my ankles and demanded immediate attention. *shot*

AO3

“Connor. Are you even paying attention? We’re at work, remember? The case? How can you be so focused on your phone right now!?” Michaela looked like she was one push away from ripping all of her hair out. Or ripping all of their heads off. Connor really couldn’t tell which but he found it pretty amusing. Until Asher spoke up - the man had a serious knack for ruining everything.

“He’s probably texting his buttbuddy. Right? Man. Can’t he be without you for like. Five seconds? Is he that dependent on you and your dick?” Asher intended it to be funny in the way that came with high-fives (because Connor was getting laid frequently and the moron was captivated by that), and he was almost too eager to prove his support for Connor’s being gay.

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Are you my Valentine? (Neymar Imagine)

I threw all of my stuff on the table as soon as I walked through the door of my apartment. My phone was ringing and I couldn’t seem to find it in my bag. When I finally found it I answered without even checking to see who was calling. I smiled to myself when I heard the voice on the other end of the line. 

“So what are you doing tonight?” Neymar asked as soon as I said hello. Neymar was my ex-boyfriend, but the two of us were still really good friends. Come to think of it, I can’t even remember why we broke up in the first place. 

“Probably gonna bake some cookies while I cry into them about being alone on Valentine’s Day,” I joked with him. Yes, I was alone on Valentine’s Day, but I really didn’t care that much. 

“Do you need some help with that?” he laughed and I shook my head.

“Let me get this straight,” I started to say. “You’re telling me that THE Neymar Jr doesn’t have a Valentine?” I teased him. 

“You heard right,” he laughed. “Wanna be alone together?”

“Sure,” I said quietly before hanging up the phone.

I was already in the process of mixing up the ingredients when he got to my place. As usual, he walked in without knocking and made himself at home. He perched on my countertop while I continued mixing the dough. 

“I thought you were supposed to be helping,” I looked up at him with a questioning look. 

“I am,” he hopped off the counter to stand next to me. Sticking his finger in the bowl, he brought it to his lips. “Tastes pretty good,” he smiled. His face was really close to mine and it took my breath for a second. I noticed myself staring at his lips. What I wouldn’t give to be able to kiss them right now. 

To ease the tension in the room, I stuck my own finger in the bowl. Instead of tasting the dough, I decided to wipe it all over his face. I knew this was a bad idea and that I would never win this fight, but I did it anyway. 

“Bad idea,’ he laughed, grabbing me in one arm and pulling me into his chest. He grabbed a handful of the dough and wiped it all over my face. Before I knew it, my kitchen was covered in chocolate, sugar, and flour. The two of us were a mess. 

"TRUCE!” I shouted waving my hands from across the room where I was hiding behind a chair. “I surrender,” I laughed making my way back to the kitchen. 

“Honest?” he asked holding out his hand for me to shake. We shook hands and we both erupted into laughter. 

“I’ll be right back,” I said excusing myself to my room. I washed the dough off my face and changed shirts before returning to the kitchen.

“Looks like I’m just gonna have to hang out topless,” he laughed, looking over at me before winking. He pulled his shirt over his head and I couldn’t help but admire the muscles in his abs. There was no denying he was gorgeous. 

“Oh,” I said caught off guard. “Nope,” I told him before I disappeared again. “I guess it’s a good thing I liked to steal your t-shirts,” I said walking over to him to hand him the shirt. 

“You just couldn’t handle me topless?” he asked moving closer to me, grabbing my hand that was holding the shirt. I swallowed hard before looking back up at him. 

“You wish.”

I sat at the table while he washed what he could out of his hair and put on the shirt I gave him. “What are we gonna do now? I came over for cookies and I didn’t even get any!" 

"I think I’m gonna watch tv or something and go to bed,” I looked over at him. 

“Can I watch with you?” his eyes ran over me as he waited for an answer. 

“Ney…,” I glanced over at him. 

“I’ll sit all the way over here,” he said sitting on the far end of the couch. “And here,” he put a pillow in the middle of the seats as I made my way over to sit on the other side. 

“Fine,” I sighed and turned the tv on a random movie. 

The two of us didn’t really talk throughout the movie, but by the time the movie was over he somehow found his way to my side of the couch. His head was laying in my lap and I kept finding myself playing with his hair like I used to. I wasn’t even paying attention to whatever was going on in the movie. He completely distracted me. 

“I have a question,” he looked up at me from where was laying. “Does this mean you’re my Valentine?”

I felt myself tense up and he must have felt it too because he sat up quickly. He didn’t move, but instead was staring into my eyes waiting for an answer. “I dunno,” I shrugged my shoulders. 

“You know I miss you, right?” he asked. Neymar was usually pretty goofy, but he was being serious right now. “I’m sorry for what I put you through when we were dating. But I miss you and all the nights we used to spend together.”

“Maybe,” I started to say before I stopped. “Maybe, I miss you too,” I finally admitted. Even though we were really good friends and spent a lot of time together, I missed being able to call him whenever I wanted and being able to kiss him. 

“I knew it,” he smiled before grabbing my face in his hands. He pressed his lips to mine and I completely gave into him. I had forgotten how good of a kisser he was and all of me just wanted more of him. “Are you gonna answer my question?” he asked pulling away from me. 

“Yes,” I laughed. “I guess this means I’m your Valentine,” I rolled my eyes before pulling him back to me. 

Thank you so much for the request. I changed it a little, but tried to incorporate that idea. I’m so sorry but I don’t really write sex scenes so apologies ✌️ but please keep requesting, and thank you again. ☺️

It had been six months. Six months since you and Luke first kissed, you had been on many dates until you eventually became exclusive. The first two months were the worst; fans would send you hate all the time, send pictures of Luke with other girls to make you jealous, and even hurt you during mobs, but thankfully it died down.
Now here you are, about to break up with the boy who you are madly in love with, just so that he would go on tour.
If you weren’t about to break up with him, you were convinced that the relationship could go on for years - at least that is what you hoped. But Luke demanded on staying in Australia to be with you, and you knew that after a few weeks, he would regret that decision as he would’ve let the fans and the boys down. You couldn’t let him make the biggest mistake of his life, even if it meant you would get hurt.
Although you protested against his refusal to go on tour, he simply dismissed the thought. This meant that you only have one last try at sending him away, and that was a breakup.
You’re heart shattered at the thought but you knew that it would be best for him, so you planned on doing it anyway. As long as he was happy, you were too.
“Luke. Sit down sweetie”, you say softly, already feeling the familiar hard ball building up in your throat, which normally formed before you broke down.
“Sure babe”, he says kindly, kissing your cheek lightly. You shiver delightfully at his touch, but then focus on what you had to do. “What’s up?” Luke asks.
“I don’t really know how to do this, especially with you, but we need to break up”, you say sadly. You’re heart breaks as you see his reaction.
“What?!” He whispers harshly, his eyes filling with water.
“I want to break up with you”, you say sternly, controlling your voice so that it doesn’t shake.
“Why?” He asks. “Is this a joke?”
“It’s not a joke. I just don’t love you anymore”, you lie. You let out a tear as you tell him that, because you really do love him - more than you’ve ever loved anything.
His lip starts to quiver and you have to hold your self back. You can’t hug him, not if you need to end our relationship. “You just don’t love me anymore?” He whimpers.
“Precisely”, you say seriously, as another tear falls down your straight face.
“Oh”, Luke replies. He puts his head in his hands, shaking it slowly. You stand up and decide to leave because you can’t bear to see him like this, when you can’t help him and when you inflicted his internal pain.
“I’m gonna go home”, you sigh. You begin to walk away, picking your bag up as you leave, until you feel cold hands around your waist. Luke flips you around to face him.
“Please Y/N! Don’t go!” He says.
“Luke”, your pitch raises. “Don’t make it harder than its needs to be”, you croak.
“Then don’t leave. Don’t break up with me”, he says, hugging you tightly. You want to fight him off but you can’t.
“I don’t lo- I don’t love…” You begin. The fact that he is crying before you is ripping you apart, you have to console him. You drop your bag on the floor, wrapping both arms around him.
He steps back and looks at your tear stained cheeks - which obviously show that you care. He leans in, after staring at your lips intently. No. You can’t kiss him because you know that you won’t go through with the plan if you do. “I don’t fucking love you!” You yell, Luke’s eyes widen a dramatic amount.
“In fact I hate you! I hate everything about you”, you say, hearing both of your hearts rip simultaneously.
“Y/N”, Luke mimes.
“No! Don’t ‘Y/N’ me! Get out of my life! I don’t want you in it!” You shout.
Luke stumbles backwards to the sofa and falls onto the pillows. He stares at the wall, recovering after what you just said. You turn around, heading towards the door again.
“Y/N! Don’t just leave!”, he shouts.
“I have to”, you whisper.
“No! I can’t live without you. I love you. I love your smile, your eyes, your nose, your hair, your body, your everything”, he whispers. His blue eyes burning into yours. “I love my bestfriend”, Luke adds.
“Luke. I need a man. Someone who will fight for me, stick up for me, help me!” You say as his aura suddenly changes.
“Are you being serious?! I’m fighting for you Y/N but your making it so fucking hard right now”, he says loudly. You finally complete your
mission but feel like shit for doing so.
“Fuck you! Do you even have the decency to consider how I feel right now? I feel like my heart has been torn out! And you don’t fucking care! If you don’t care so much, I’ll just go round Jenna’s and sleep with her. She’d be better than you anyway”, he laughs forcefully. You lean against the wall for support, needing something to keep you standing. You feel so… broken, hurt and slightly disorientated as you let tears run down your face freely. “That’s where I’m going, let yourself out”, he mumbles. You stand up angrily, reaching out for his arm. You’re angry at the fact that he knew that him sleeping with another girl, especially your enemy, would piss you off. You just never expected him to use it against you. You pull him back furiously, before crashing yours lips onto his and pushing him up against a wall. You have him trapped, using your body as a restraint. He begins to kiss you back, his hands tracing every curve on your body.
“You. Still. Want. Her?” You mumble in between breaths.
“No”, he whimpers as you trail your lips down his neck. You kiss his lips again, becoming lost, all anger dissolving under his touch. He places his hands down to your butt before you manage to step away. You have to end things with him, you need to for his sake! Otherwise, he may ruin his career and it’ll be your fault.
“I need to go”, you whisper as you wipe away your tears with the back of your hand. Luke’s expression changes to one of despair. His eyes once again widening in fear.
“What? Y/N. Where are you going?” He calls after you.
“I can’t be with you Luke. I’m sorry”, you sniff. You take your bag and leave the house.
——————————————-
2 weeks later, and your break-up is still a popular conversation starter. Luke was quiet about it; when he was questioned about you in interviews he would shake his head, signalling for one of the other boys to cover for him.
You could see his heart breaking.
But seeing his face plastered on your Twitter, Facebook and Instagram was exhausting for your heart too. Every single time you saw him, your heart would fold up into a small ball. You couldn’t breathe at the sight of his hurt expression. It killed you!
But today would be the worst day you have experienced yet…
You were planning to meet Luke at the local cafe. You knew that the paparazzi wouldn’t find you there, they never discovered the secret hang out before - so it was ideal.
You wore some jeans and a baggy jumper to cover your skinny body. Being without Luke definiltey caused you to unintentionally lose some weight, you cheekbones were more prominent and your eyes were practically popping out of your head. But you didn’t care. You sir in the cafe, tucked away around the corner, waiting for Luke.
“Y/N: I’m here.” You text him bluntly. You glance at the other messages, the ones Luke sent you after you left.
There were at least fifty messages. You re-read them for the millionth time;
“I love you Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N”“Why did you go? I want an answer. Please baby, it’s killing me”“I miss you. Come back”“The bed is cold without you”“I miss your smile”“I want you back Y/N”“The boys brought you up today and now I need you even more - which I thought was impossible”.
As more messages were sent, the amount of 'x’s and hearts added onto them decreased, showing you that he was losing hope.
But after 43 missed calls and 51 messages, you decided to meet up with him.
But you did feel happy for him because you heard that he was going on tour, even thought it was to get away from you. You achieved your mission! But you wish that you didn’t have to end things… A lonely tear leaves your eye before you wipe it away.
“Luke: I’m coming in”. You’re heart stopped as you read the message, and so you tried to make yourself more appealing. But that didn’t work at all…
As soon as you saw him you nearly broke down. You hugged him tightly, even though you were fully aware that you weren’t together. You just wanted to familiarise yourself with that scent, as the scent from his hoodie was wearing out of it. He smiles at you slightly, before giving you a strange look, almost one of guilt?
Then it all became clear as Jenna walked round the corner.
“Hey Y/N!” She snarls. Your eyes widen as you stare at Luke, how low could he get? He was not the guy you knew a few months ago.
She kisses Luke’s cheek before nibbling on his ear as you glare at him. You mime, “What the hell?!” At him before he looks at a cactus in the corner of the room.
You collapse onto the chair, your weak, thin knees surrendering to your upper body weight. Luke grabs a seat from nearby, placing it next to the one opposite you. Jenna sits down too, clutching onto Luke’s hand.
“So have you ordered anything?” You ask quietly.
“Yes. We’ve ordered haven’t we Lukey. Are you going to get anything Y/N? Or are you watching your weight?” She grins. You dart your eyes over to Luke, who is staring at his free hand.
“A muffin”, you state bluntly, Luke smiles subtly, trying to make it unnoticeable. Your heart warms up a little.
“Maybe you shouldn’t”, she advises rudely. That’s it! The girl has three chances before you scream at her ugly little face.
“So Luke. How have you been?” You ask. He looks up, before Jenna answers for him.
“He is better now. Removing some unwanted people from his life benefitted him”, she laughs. Strike 1.
“Is that right Luke?” You ask. He looks at you, his eyes full of sadness. His face is pale, drained of all colour. It’s strange, you’ve never seen him like this before.
Suddenly George interrupts your staring.
“Hey guys! A black coffee and non-fat, caramel latte with a little foam, sprinkled with cocoa dust and accompanied with a caramel waffle”, he looks at you worriedly, before handing Jenna her drink.
She sips it, and gags. “That is liquidised shit! Get me something else!” She yells, your eyes roll subconsciously. Strike 2 - she isn’t going back to treat yours and Luke’s private place like dirt.
Luke jumps at her loud shout, before staring at you. It’s a good opportunity to show him how angry you are, so you send him a dirty look. How could he do this; date your enemy two weeks after you broke up.
You feel horrible and he looks fine, better than fine, beautiful…
“No wonder you like it here Y/N”, she laughs, before placing her hand on Luke’s shoulder.
“So how do you feel?” You ask awkwardly, your tone slightly irritated.
“Better now”, Jenna says.
“I believe I asked Luke and you certainly don’t look like him”, you hiss.
“I’m just covering for him. Since you made him feel bad, I picked up the pieces! And boy was that fun, after he ended it with you, he came round and fucked my brains out. But you could never do that, could you Y/N?” She spits. You stand up, looking at Luke who copied your action. You March to the fridge and take a water from it, unscrewing the lid as you return to your seat.
“Bitch I think that you need to cool down, especially after that hot, steamy sex you had with this piece of sh-” You begin.
“Y/N no!” Luke says, but he is too late. The contents of the bottle is already dripping down Jenna’s fake face, squeals erupt from her body and you laugh. Honestly, you haven’t laughed this hard in ages. You take your bag and leave them.
“I’ll pay you the money for that tomorrow!” You say to George as you open the door to be greeted by the frosty air.
“It’s all on me”, he laughs. You run outside, throwing your hood onto your head and walking home.
“Y/N”, Luke yells. “Stop please!” He says, grabbing your wrist.
“Why Luke? You had sex with her straight after I dumped you. Which does make me think that you wanted her all along, and that I was just your sloppy seconds. I’m still hurting Luke! And the worst thing is that I didn’t want to leave you; I only did so that you would go on tour and not make the biggest mistake of your life by staying with me!” You cry. His whole expression changes, you can easily see the guilt rush through him. He opens his mouth, intending for words to come out but they don’t. He stands there, speechless until Jenna breaks the silence.
“Luke she just poured water all over me!” She squeals. Luke glances at her, then back at me.
“You should go”, he murmurs, facing you.
“Yeah! Leave Y/N”, she orders.
“No. I meant you Jenna”, he spits. His hands clench and his jaw tightens as you see him get angrier - but this time, you don’t hold him as to comfort him like you did at that party. Jenna grunts, before slapping his cheek.
You are so close to hitting her, but in a way, Luke deserves that hit. Maybe it would knock some sense into him? But as she leaves he just stands before you, holding your stare, not giving her another look.
“I think that I should go too”, you squeak, a tear running from your eye. You sigh, and step back but Luke stops you.
“Y/N”, he shouts. “You know that I’ll always love you. And that I’m sorry”, he croaks as you establish that he is crying.
You smile at him weakly, knowing that it is for the best. You almost feel as if something has died, a whole forms in your heart, killing all emotion.
RIP: Y/N and Luke’s Friendship. It was strong until the end, when it died for the better.
But it wasn’t for the better. You constantly told yourself that it was, as you told him that you loved him too - for the last time. But your heart had broken that night, and it wasn’t going to be easy to fix.

I was thinking about writing a Part 3. I hope you like this. Thanks for reading you beautiful people ✌️