it wont let me talk to you

anonymous asked:

100 ways to say I love you?

1. “Everything is gonna be okay”

2. “We can go outside if your having anxiety”

3. “i’m here if you need to talk”

4. “your really something aren’t you”

5. “I like you just the way you are”

6. “i worry about you”

7. “your my favorite”

8. “I believe in you”

9. “your important to me”

10. “i care”

11. “I was just thinking about you”

12. “i noticed

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Trying to sing all of the parts to Hamilton at the same time
  • Alexander Hamilton: ALEXANDER HAMILalexander hamilton WHEN AMERICA SINGS FOR yoAmerica sings for youuu never back down you never learn to take your TIIIHIIME OHHH
  • You The Schuyler Sisters: cause i'LOOK AROUND LOOKcommon sense by THE REVOsome men say thatNEW YORKyou want a revolutionLOOK AROUND revelation
  • Farmer Refuted: CHAIOS AND BLOODSHEDalready haunt A SOLUTION DONT LET THEM LEADand what about boston look at the ASTRAY and you talk about CONGRESS DOES NOT SPEAK FOR ME
  • Helpless: OOOOOOO hey hey I DO I DO I DO I DOOOO HEYYYYY hey hey OOOOOOOO hey hey I DO I DO I DO I DOOOOO
  • Satisfied: A TOAST TO THE GROOMto the groom to the groom to groom TO THE BRIDE to the bride to the briaiaiiadebriaiiaiade FROM YOUR SISTEEEEEEangelicaahaangelicaaaa WHO'S ALWAYS BY YOUR SIIIIIby your side
  • The Battle of Yorktown: the world turned upside down down down download n downFREEDOM FOR AMERICA FREEDOM FOR FRANdown down down doGOTTA START A NEW NATION GOTTA MEET MY SOdown down down WE WON WE WON WE WON the world turn upsiiiiiiiiide down!!!
  • Non Stop: I INTEND TO PROVE BEYOND THE SHADOW OF THE DOUBT WITH MY ASSISTANT COUNCIco-council hamilton sit down our client levi weeks is innocent call your first witness in thats all you had to saOKAY ONE MORE THING
  • Cabinet Battle #1: no we need this plan we need blod stroNO YOU NEED TO CONVINCE MORE FOLKSjames madison wont talk to me thats a non starAHHH WINNING WAS EASY YOUNG MAN GOVERNING IS HARDER
  • Take a Break: TAKE A BREAKhey our kid is pretty greRUN AWAY WITH US FOR THE SUMMER LETS GO UPSTeliza i've got so much on my plaWE CAN ALL GO STAY WITH MY FATHER
  • Election of 1800: OOOOOHthe people are asking to hear my voicOOOOOOOH the country is facing a difficult choicOOOH but if you were to ask me who i promoteOOOOOH jefferson has my vote
What You Want

baby i got it

Words: 1616

Prompt: “You keep trying to set him up, and somewhere along the way, you realize you’re in love with him.”


“Come on, it’s just one date!”

“I said I don’t want to.”

You sighed, crossing your arms as you put on your “Best Friend Voice.”

“Come on, Lin, please? For me?”

His expression wavered then, softening around the edges, and for a moment it almost seemed sad, eyes soft and pleading.

“She’s a really great girl, I promise,” you said quietly, stepping forward to wrap your arms around him, fingers digging into the fabric of that damn gray sweater.


The response was soft, woven into something you might have called bittersweet, and you barely caught what came next.

“But only for you.”


“That bad, huh?”

He slinked in the doorway, shoulders slumped and posture heavy, as if his body could barely hold itself up.

“Its three a.m.”

“Then it can’t have been that bad.”

He looked at you then, sharply, but you could see his mouth begin to twitch at the corners, threatening to pull itself into a smile.

“She wouldn’t let me leave.”

“You’re a grown man, Lin.”

He threw himself on the couch at that, body seeming to melt into it, exhaustion melding his body to the faux leather.

“She just kept talking. I didn’t want to be rude.”

“Her boobs were great though.”

You heard a small huff at that, and his laughter seemed to seep into you, lessening the tension in your shoulders.

“Not as great as yours.”

And, all right, he really had that slap coming.


“Come on, Lin, I swear, they wont all be that bad.”

“She kept rubbing my legs with her feet underneath the table!”

“She seemed so nice at work!”

You threw your arms in the air at that, and he couldn’t take it any longer, dissolving into giggles as you huffed, trying to maintain your composure, but one look at him and you lost it, shoulders shaking alongside his in the dim light of your shared apartment.

You wiped your eyes with the pad of your thumb, laughter fading as you watched him, braced against the kitchen counter, cheeks pink and eyes bright.

When you finally spoke, it was soft, so quiet you were hardly convinced you had spoken at all.

“I just want you to be happy.”

His response wasn’t immediate. You felt the silence between you, thick, one beat, then two. He never spoke. Just turned, slowly, and grabbed his jacket, unfolding it from the back of the chair and shrugging it on.

“Don’t wait up for me, honey,” he joked, but you heard the exhaustion in his words, quiet resignation, and you don’t know what you wanted, but this sure isn’t it.

You wonder when it started to feel like this. Sending him off, almost, instead of letting him go. He’d stay if you asked him too. Part of you wonders why you’re so afraid to ask him to. Another part of you, the part that knows heartbreak all too well, the part of you that could tell someone, by perfect memory, the exact brand of toothpaste he uses, the smell of his shampoo, whispers back, “he’s the only person who’d break you if he left.”


“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” he muttered as he slipped his tie on, nimble fingers working quickly as he spoke.

“Lin, come on. The last one wasn’t so awful!”

He shook his head, mouth quirking downward slightly, arranging itself carefully into a pout.

“It wasn’t great either.”


He looked up at you then, and you stepped forward, grabbing his suit jacket and holding it out for him. You saw it then, the moment it appeared, the quiet resignation in his eyes, and you hated it. It burned, slipping down your throat to nestle in your chest, hot and bright and blinding, and you shifted.


You cleared your throat.

“Maybe we could stay in tonight. Dust off those old West Wing dvd’s, huh?”

You were floating, drifting, a million miles away, and then he smiled, and you felt it, the shift in your chest, like everything had aligned, right here and now, in this perfect moment. He smiled at you, and you wondered when it started to feel like coming home.


From: Lin


Your phone dinged from across the room, chirping softly in the darkness. You sat up blearily rubbing your eyes.

To: Lin

Seriously? What’s wrong with this one?? I went to BED.

It took a moment for him to reply, and your eyes fluttered close, relishing the silence, before-

Two chirps, the sound echoing in the quiet of your bedroom. You groaned.

From: Lin

It’s like ten o'clock, why are you asleep.

From: Lin

Whatever, I need you to get me out of here.

You let out a low moan, cursing life, before you stumbled out of bed, hands fumbling in the darkness for a sweater.

To: Lin

I’m on my way.

To: Lin

You owe me. Big time.


You pulled up to the restaurant, rubbing your eyes tiredly, before you stepped out of the car, shuffling into the darkness. The wind bit at you, sharp and cool, and you tugged your sweater around you tightly, wrapping your arms around your waist before you stepped inside.

Moaning at the sudden warmth, you scanned the room, arms dropping back to your sides, before you spotted him.

Oh, god, poor Lin. He looks miserable.

Your eyes catch on his frame, tracing his silhouette, before you shake your head, feet dragging you towards their table.

“What the fuck, Lin?”

The words roll off your tongue, sharp and angry, and you hardly have to dredge up any heat before you’re tense, shoulders pulled tight and back ramrod straight. Something about the sight of him, body curled around her like that, tucked close in the same side of the booth, sets your blood boiling.

“Hey, what are you-”

You turn to the girl then, gaze sharp as she watches you, wide eyed and beautiful, and if that doesn’t just make what you’re about to do so much easier.

“That’s my husband, you bitch.”

The words seem to fall from your lips before you can think, and you grab Lin’s arm.

“Oh my god, I had no idea, I-”

“Of course you didn’t. Wouldn’t be the first time.”

You caught sight of him then, face red, lip between his teeth as he tried desperately to hold in his laughter, and you feel your lips twitch.

Laughing time later, you remind yourself. Lin needs you.

“Get the fuck out of here,” you say, voice cold, arm shooting out to gesture at the door as the other curled loosely around Lin’s wrist.

She scurried from the booth faster than you had thought humanly possible, eyes to the floor, and then she’s gone, slipping into the night without a glance behind her.

You plop into the seat beside Lin, grabbing a french fry off his plate.

“So. Whatcha wanna do now?”


Good things don’t last forever.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Lin swallowed, voice thick with confusion.

“This one… wasn’t so bad?”

Your heart stuttered in your chest, and you took a deep breath, inhaling shakily through your nose.

“She, uh. She was nice,” he continued, “Funny. I had a good time.”

“That’s. That’s great!”

You smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Jesus, you wanted this. You thought you wanted this, why don’t you want this?

“Are you… gonna go out with her again?”

Your voice shook then, just slightly, wavering for half a second, and you wanted to slap yourself. God, get it together. You wanted this.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Just peachy!”

You wanted this, you wanted this you wanted thi-

“Tell me not to.”

When he speaks, his voice shakes too, low and desperate, and it’s the same face that begged you not to make him leave, that holds you when you cry, that shows up at three a.m. when you can’t sleep with a Kanye CD, declares an “emergency dance party”, makes you dance till you cant anymore, till your limbs go shaky and your breath turns ragged.

You squinted, eyebrows pulling together as you peered at him, standing in the kitchen with bare feet and tousled hair, and you can’t help but think you’ve never been more in love with him.


“Tell me not to.”

You stared on, his voice tinny in your ears, eyes trained on the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed. Has he always been this beautiful?

“Give me a reason to stay.”

It’s soft when he says it, voice cracking in the middle, both hands fisted in his pockets, but you hear all the things he isn’t saying, things he’s never said, and then you’re crossing the kitchen in two long strides before he can blink, hands reaching forward to fist in his hair, and your mouth is on his, and he isn’t kissing you, he isn’t kissing you back, oh god, why isn’t he-

He’s crying.


Maybe you were wrong. Maybe he has said it before. Maybe you just never heard.

“I love you,” you say, softly, and you reach forward to brush your lips against his cheek.

“I love you.”

You don’t leave an inch untouched, the freckle on his nose, the hollow of his throat, the crinkle of his eye.

“I love you.”

His ear, his collarbones, the corner of his lips catch on yours, and you’re breathless, dizzy, drunk on exhilaration and too many kisses.

“I love you.”

It’s not you who speaks this time. He’s still crying, but it’s quiet, beautiful, and his mouth is stretched wide, teeth showing through, and you want to kiss him again.

God, do you want to kiss him again.

So you do.

Then one more time. For good measure.

… Maybe you were wrong

Maybe, all along, this is what you really wanted.


There are so many to chose from, so I thought I’d make this. 

They will be split up in to ships, and then into six other categories. So, here we go! The other ships will be on other posts, but when they’re done, I’ll link em.

Lams (John Laurens/Alexander Hamilton)

Modern AUs

Something They Can Never Take Away by a_mind_at_work  (@undiscoveredstory here on tumblr)

Word Count: 65,524 (WIP)

Summary: Alexander Hamilton arrives on Washington’s doorstep in distress and disarray feeling like just another worthless kid in the system. He’s certain that the Washington’s house will be no different from the others he’s been to. Usually a chatterbox who always speaks his mind, Alex decides it’s best to keep his mouth shut and his head down as he navigates his new life with the Washingtons, their adoptive son, Lafayette, and Lafayette’s amazing friends, one of whom may be working his way into Alexander’s heart. As much as he wants to move forward, he’s haunted by his past. Can Alexander face his demons or will they ruin him once and for all?

Personal Comment: Amazing. Read it. I am not usually a fan of modern AUs cause I am a massive history nerd, but I mean just read it. 10/10 would recommend. 

i saw the whole story unwind by pocky_slash ( @fourteenacross here on tumblr)

Word Count: 132,888 (complete)

Summary: It’s been two years since Alexander’s popular parapsychology blog helped him crowdfund his way to America and into college. Now, after graduating early, he finds himself accepted into the most prestigious parapsych grad program in the world. He’s going to study and hunt ghosts under the tutelage of George Washington, just like he predicted in his ten year plan. What he didn’t predict was stumbling into the best friendships he’s ever had and falling in love, but he can’t say he’s complaining.
(AKA the one where they’re all grad students ostensibly studying ghosts, but mostly having a lot of feelings.)

Personal Comment: This fic. This fic right here. Okay I read all 100k words of this in like one day and it gave me so many feelings Jesus I love this fic so much omg. Just read it. Seriously. Read it. 

Wine and Dine by UpsideAround (wont let me tag, here’s a link)

Word Count: 17,372 (complete) 

Summary: How many disastrous blind dates do you have to go on before you inevitably fall in love with the waiter that stays behind and talks to you after every one? Alexander was pretty sure this wasn’t Herc’s original plan.

Personal Comment: Amazing, just amazing. Funny and cute and I’m gushing. It made me smile and squeal and jump up and down. Just really, really, really, wonderful. 

In Pursuit of Happiness by theother51 (can’t find them on here, if you know em, tag em)

Word Count: 70,290 (complete) 

Summary: Squabble (v.) - to quarrel noisily over a trivial matter.
“Alexander and John squabbled over who should get the last box of Cool Markers in the store.”

Personal Comment: Hamilton, Laurens, teachers; arguing over markers. I rest my case. There is nothing more to say, than, read this goddamn fic. 

Fix it AUs

A Complete, Unmatched Set by triedunture (it wouldn’t let me tag them; so here’s a link – Contains more than just lams, (eliza/alex & john/eliza) but still.

Word Count: 10,187 (complete)

Summary: Eight years after the war ends, Hamilton finds his old compatriot and lover John Laurens, very much alive but without possession of his memories. Eliza takes charge, as she did eight years previous.

Personal Comment: Okay, fix it fics are my life and soul and this one is just so wonderful and perfect. I mean a fix it fic and someone coming back to life, sign me the fuck up.

Other AUs

We are powerless by Sammyy (I can’t find their tumblr, but if they have one, feel free to tag them) 

Word Count: 47,675 (Complete, but there’s a sequel on the way) 

Summary: “District Four’s tributes! Elizabeth Schuyler and Alexander Hamilton!”, Lee shouted into the microphone and Alexander reached out to take Eliza’s hand without prompting.
“Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!”
People were still watching them. Eliza’s hand was clutching his, though her face betrayed no emotion. Alexander swallowed and, once Lee was done, pulled her into a tight hug. “Smile for the cameras, Betsey,” he murmured, using the nickname only he had for her, “We won’t let them know we’re scared.” 

Personal comment: A Hunger Games AU, I went in not knowing what this was going to be like and I was blown away. Like better than the actual thing blown away. 10/10 would recommend.

Historical Fics

Apple by Madtom_Publius (Can’t find them here, if you know them tag em)

Word Count: 1,602 (complete, one shot)

Summary: John and Alex think making out will help relieve stress, but John can’t get over what society has taught him, especially when he starts enjoying it too much. John’s perspective. 

Personal Comment: Some trigger warnings: internalised homophobia, Christian specific homophobia, time period homophobia. Yeah so this isn’t the happiest of things, but read the rest of the series. It is wonderfully written.

Ocular by iniquiticity (can’t tag, here’s a link!

Word Count: Ocular (adj): of/or connected with the eye
He was in the eye of the storm. He was surrounded by the calmness of it, by the void of the tempest. He was wrapped and swaddled in the quiet. The tranquil air insulated him from the force of the wind and hail. He had been protected by the shield of it, and it gave him strength to outlast.

Personal Comment: Remember how I said fix it fics are my life and soul, I lied, historical lams is my life and soul. I blame knee breeches and cravats. Actually, this historical fic is my life and soul. I read it again, and again… wait… I’m just going to read it again. 

Okay! The next post will be Jamilton (Alexander/Thomas Jefferson), and I’ll link it here. If you have any lams fics you want me to read, then just submit the link here!! 

  • -me when i was 5-
  • Mom: Serena, don't talk to strangers. It's dangerous.
  • Me: ok mami i promise i wont :)
  • -me now-
  • Mom: are you talking to strangers?
  • Me: no omg why would i do that
The Secret MM Bad End 2
  • How To Get It: Deep route branch from day 8 - Doubt V , side with the others that want to force the truth out of him, Doubt him about the bomb and Rika.
  • *After the branch, there is a chat called A deal - ft Unknown asking you to leave the RFA and telling you that you can be free in exchange for information about the RFA, you only get the option to agree to this.*
  • *After that will be a VN showing you getting the information out and leaving the apartment.*
  • *Then there is a chat labeled "[Name] left the apartment" where 707 tells this to V, he Is getting worried about you. He promises to explain everything to you if you come to him right now. You agree.*
  • *He calls you after and begs you to come to him.*
  • *The VN after this chat shows you arriving at V´s place.*
  • *sfx of you ringing the doorbell*
  • *V opens the door and lets you in.*
  • V: “I am so glad you came [Name] please come in."
  • [Name]: "Thank you. So... Will you now tell me everything?”
  • V: “Yes, please sit down you must be exhausted. I'll make us tea and then we can talk better.”
  • [Name]: “Thank you.”
  • *You drink the tea and you suddenly get extremely sleepy; the room becomes black.*
  • *You then wake up and you are locked in a room.
  • You try to get out but none of the options let you.
  • From outside of the door you hear V.*
  • V: “Please calm down [Name], this is only for your safety. Unknown doesn't want me to let you go- he wants you to join Mint eye more than anything.”
  • [Name]: “What, how do you know this V?”
  • V: “I didn't want to drag you into this [Name] but I will protect you, just stay right there, you will be safe.”
  • [Name]: “V what is going on, can you just once tell me what is going on ?”
  • V: ”I'm sorry [Name], It's all my fault but trust me, I will keep you safe. As long you stay in there, you are safe.”
  • [Name]: ...
  • V: “Neither Unknown nor Rika will harm you I promise.”
  • [Name]: “Just let me go, I will not give the information to Unknown I promise."
  • V: “I really want to trust you [Name], but you not trust me either you leave me choice- I have to keep you here.”
  • [Name]: “Please V, I love you, I wont do anything to hurt you.”
  • *the door opens and V comes in.*
  • V: “Thank you [Name], I love you too and that's why I'll make sure you will be forever safe in here; I will do anything to show you how much I love you.”
  • Bad End
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SO instead of doing anything productive I wrote a little drabble for @miracusims given the angst/heartbreak in the newest update!

Piper blocked Louis’ number. Louis is positive it won’t last long. Him and Pipes are best friends. She just needs time. Right?

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hello, colors (soulmate au)

Prompt: a universe where when you meet your soulmate your world turns from black and white to color. isaac meets his soulmate but she doesn’t see the same color he does. (this is from a soulmate au post, i can’t find it but if someone can link it to me i will add it here so all credits to the creator of that post.)

A/N: hello hello! so there will probably be a second part to this or maybe i’ll make it a series, idk! let me know and please send in more requests, the ones i have aren’t inspiring me, im sorry! ALSO, i would kill to make friends soooooo please send me an ask just talk to me lmao. i wont only write for teen wolf too, send me an ask if you want an imagine done and boom, i’ll try my best. (((SEND ME MORE PROMPTS)))

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Originally posted by caluasmi-please

Grey. You’d get used to seeing it too if it’s all you could see. At least that’s what people were taught since they were young. Life would be grey until you met your soulmate. Some people saw color since they were young and others had to wait to meet the future love of their life in their sixties to experience what most people long for. However, most people, including Isaac Lahey, met their soulmate within their teenage years.

You never know when your soulmate will walk into your life and neither did Isaac. Since he was young he was taught by his dad that he was nothing, not worthy of love so when he bumped into Y/N on the first day of freshman year and his whole world turned to color, he had no clue what to do. The beautiful girl he just bumped into, however didn’t see the same color he did, nothing changed for her.

He was in shock and he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know her name or what classes she was in so he did what any normal teenage boy with low self esteem would do. He stared from a distance recognizing every single part of her body. Where she would breakout, what she would do when she was nervous and of course, the laugh. “God,” thought Isaac “that laugh could drive me crazy” or maybe it was her smile.

It took him a little less than a year and a bite from a werewolf for him to gather up the courage and talk to her. Flirting came easier after the bite but not with her. He could feel his throat closing up whenever she approached and suddenly it was like he was human again, in a good way nonetheless. She made the blood in him come alive and he couldn’t tell which part was worse, the pining after a beautiful girl who didn’t see the same colors as him or the way she didn’t feel loved despite his endless loving for her.

He felt things beginning to change one night when him and Y/N were studying together in her room. She pressed the eraser of her pencil to the side of her cheek, sweeping up some of the makeup on her face in the process as she sighed in frustration.

“I don’t get this at all. Health is so dumb, all this soulmate crap means nothing.” She complained looking up at Isaac at the desk across from her bed.

“I don’t think so, I think the soulmate thing is kind of beautiful.” He smiled to himself, bringing his eyes up to hers but upon seeing her intense glare he quickly looked down and turned the chair around. “I don’t know.” He quietly said shaking his head.

Y/N got up and sat at the edge of the bed spinning the chair around. “Isaac, please don’t tell me you’re buying this shit. I’ve seen grey my whole life and I have a feeling that’s not going to change.” She stated, tone sounding more sad than she intended.

His eyes shot up at her confession, he had always thought she didn’t see it too but something inside him had hoped she just ignored it. “I see in color,” He trailed off, averting his eyes to the furry pink carpet on the ground. “My soulmate doesn’t though. So in a way I guess you’re right. It’s stupid.”

Y/N looked sadly at her best friend but her eyes went wide as she remembered something she read earlier. She shot up from her spot on the bed reaching for her health textbook flipping through the pages.

“Wait, I read something about that earlier.” She bit her lip as she flipped through the pages. Isaac stood and moved to the opposite side of the bed as he studied her.

“Here,” she said turning the page around to Isaac and sliding it across the bed.

Isaac began to read aloud. “In some rare cases both soulmates will not see color. That is due to a tough soul, a soul who is too stubborn to believe in love or believe they can feel love. It is the job of the soulmate who sees color to make sure the other begins to feel worthy of love, and as a result, seeing color.” Isaac sighed. “Shouldn’t it be the other way around?” he thought.

So Isaac tried his best to show his best friend, his soulmate, that she was loved. That she put the color into his world, made everything brighter and boy was that a challenge.

  • Feyre: on the edge
  • Feyre: loathing Rhysand
  • Feyre: devastated after murdering innocents and dying
  • Rhys: If there's no on beside you, when your soul embarks, then I will follow you into the dark.
  • Feyre: trapped in a cage by Tamlin
  • Feyre: begins to heal in the court of dreams
  • Rhys: almost dies, Feyre saves him and finds out about mating bond.
  • Feyre: alone at remote cabin when Rhys shows up
  • Feyre: LETS GET IT ON
  • Feyre: must save the world
  • Azriel: staring at Mor

poltikwaptiwa  asked:

How would the sakamaki & mukami react to having a tall s/o that's slightly curvy. Often being confused for a model in public?

hello there! thanks for the ask, now lets get started shall we?

Sakamaki & Mukami React to Tall/Model s/o:

You were out shopping with (Insert S/M Brother) when you noticed that you were being stared at by passerby. Although you were used to it, you were taken by surprise when an attractive stranger approached you and asked “Are you a model? Because you are very Beautiful!”.


Shu: Shu, although quiet, would be quite pissed if people were to stare excessively at his S/o in public. Especially if they were male, or exceedingly obvious about flirting with his S/o in front of him. After a while of quiet annoyance he would pull his S/o away from whomever was talking to them.

Reiji: When Reiji heard the comment the stranger made he was furious. (although he always looks pissed, anyway) “Ahem!” he cleared his throat which caught both his S/o’s and the strangers attention “S/o, We are leaving now” and before his S/o could complain they would be dragged away.

Ayato: Ayato began to laugh when he heard what the stranger had said to his S/o. “Chichinashi a model? Don’t be ridiculous!” the comment caught the stranger by surprise, and out of embarrassment they began to back away, but before they could do so Ayato said “My Chichinashi’s beauty cannot be captured by any camera” and with that he turned grabbing S/o’s arm and walked away “Ayat-” his S/o began, “shush” he said. That was that

Kanato: Needless to say, the entire interaction did not end well. “EXCUSE ME!?!” Kanato screeched when he heard the strangers compliment “WHO said that you could talk to my S/o, Mule?!” the stranger began to back away “Kanato” his S/o said in a hushed voice as a blush spread across their face. “NO ONe TaLKs TO mY DoLL LiKE ThAt BUt ME!!!” Kanato screamed even louder, which caused an entire crowd to gather “im sorry” the stranger muttered as they tried to make their escape. “Kanato please, i only have eyes for you, their words mean nothing to me, i love you and you only” his S/o said calmly. Kanato turned sharply toward his S/o, “You Better” he snarled as he grabbed S/o and pushed through the crowd.

Laito: Laito giggled maniacally at the strangers compliment “Oh Bitch-Chan is a model alright” he said as a blushed spread across his face. “Laito?” his S/o said in confusion. ‘But don’t you know?” he said to the stranger “Bitch-Chan here is a famous porn star!” and with that the stranger began to back away, embarrassed. “LAitO!!!” his S/o yelped. “Ne, Bitch-Chan there is no point in lying to this stranger about how lewd you are!”. “B-But Im not” his S/o began to stutter “Welp stranger we must be off, Bitch-Chan has another porn video to make” and with that Laito grabbed his S/o’s arm and walked away,  leaving the stranger confused and flustered.

Subaru: Subaru lost his temper, as per the usual. When the stranger had the audacity to compliment his S/o in front of him, he snapped. “Who are you?” Subaru snarled at the stranger causing them to step back slightly “uhh” they spoke, barely above a whisper. “Tch, You must be stupid” he said losing his temper even further “Subaru” his S/o said hugging him to regain his attention “Lets go”. Grabbing Subaru’s hand his S/o turned away, not giving the stranger a second thought.


Ruki: Ruki glared at the stranger without saying a single word, causing them to  jump slightly and back away from Ruki’s deadly glare. “Uhh, I have to go” the stranger said, turning abruptly and running away. “hmm I wonder what that was all about” his S/o said as they turned to face him pressing themselves against his chest. Ruki wrapped his arms around this S/o’s waist “That is none of your concern Livestock”. and with that, the conversation was over

Kou: Kou grabbed his S/o the second the stranger approached them. “Aw my Mneko-Chan has an admirer! how cute!” Kou cooed smiling at the stranger. “I don’t think they meant it like that Kou” his S/o began when he suddenly locked lips with his lover, taking both his S/o and the stranger by surprise. “Mneko-Chan is taken” Kou snarled suddenly dropping his smile. The stranger backed away and apologized for bothering them both, causing his S/o a little annoyance. “Kou, it’s not nice to mess with people like that” his S/o said, but without even acknowledging the last comment, Kou grabbed his S/o arm and walked away.

Yuma: Yuma towered over the stranger, growling at their presence. “Who is this Sow?” he asked his S/o. “I don’t know” they said in confusion, “Ive never met this stranger before”. “Well then” Yuma said turning to the stranger “Sow doesn’t know you. Leave. Now” and with that the stranger ran away. “That was a little harsh Yuma” his S/o chided “Whatever sow” Yuma grumbled as he scooped his S/o up and walked away.

Azusa: Poor Azusa was too shy to say anything as he watched both his S/o and the stranger chatting up a storm. As the conversation continued he grew more and more depressed. Tugging on his S/o’s sleeve he asked “ not …love.. me?” which took the stranger by surprise, for they had not noticed Azusa’s presence. “Of course I love you Azusa” his S/o answered without hesitation “Then… why wont… you… talk to …me?”. His S/o paused at this question and smiled before answering “I’m sorry for neglecting you, but you know that my heart belongs to you and you only. I love you ” “You… Do?” Azusa asked “With all my heart” his S/o responded. “Lets… leave.. please” Azusa said and with that the couple walked away without even saying goodbye to the stranger. 


"You're Irish"

“You’re Irish.”

Anti confusingly turned his head to his accomplice, Dark. The red-haired criminal sat at the foot of Anti’s bed, his laptop’s screen leaving Dark in its iridescent glow.

His companion, Anti, put down the book he was reading and sat up, moving slightly to rest his back on his bed’s head board.

“Pardon?” He asked, breaking the comfortable silence the two lingered in.

“You’re Irish,” Dark repeated. “Am I right?”

It took a moment for him a moment to process what his partner repeated, seeing as it was so out of the blue.

Once the words sunk in, Anti’s eyes widened. His heart began to beat faster, and his hands grew into fists. He suddenly felt as if he needed to run, or kill, or do.. something to escape the question.

No one was supposed to know that. Not even Dark. How did he find out? Was he a spy this whole time? Why confront him now? If he needed to kill him, he could’ve easily done that while he was asleep. How the fuck did he-

“Greenie? You okay?”

His partner’s soothing voice broke his thoughts. He took a deep breath and collected himself.

“Yes. Why do you ask?”

“You kinda.. Froze for a second.” His half-blind friend paused, his brows furrowing slightly. “Is there something you mind telling me?”

“No. End of discussion.” Anti was quick to grab his book from his bedside table and focus back on the page.

He tried to think back to every conversation that they had. Did he accidentally let slip about his origins? Of course not. He would never be that sloppy. Maybe his accent showed? He doesn’t remember. By all means, he’s trained himself to talk like an American ever since..

Anti got lost in his thoughts, his focus barely on the page in front of him.

“Anti.” Dark put his laptop beside him and reached his hand out to gently take the book out of his partner’s hand. “You can tell me anything. I won’t judge.”

“I know you wont, but it’s not like that,” he said monotonously.

“Then why not tell me?”

No reply. The green-haired man just shifted further away from his companion on the bed.


Still no answer.

“Look. I told you everything about me. Every time you asked, I answered without hesitation. We’ve been partners in crime for what- two years now? And I barely know anything about you.” Dark moved closer to his companion, making him curl up against the headboard.

“So maybe,” he said softly, “maybe you could start opening up? To me at least.”

‘He has a point there,’ his thoughts said to him.

'Shut up, will you? Leave me alone to think,’ he said back.

Even if he didn’t want to admit it, Dark did have a point. Anti was quite the curious little thing, always asking questions without clear reason. With Dark, he honestly thought that the red-haired man would call him out on it- hell, he thought that he’d leave him after the first few weeks.. but he stayed. Not just for a few weeks like they originally planned, but for longer. Much, much longer. Look at them. Two criminals with trust issues a two years later, living with each other, killing side by side, and watching each other’s backs.

It takes Anti a moment to process it all.

However, one question rang in his mind in that moment: “Why.”

Why did Dark stay. It was him who first suggested that, 'A month. I’ll watch your back for one month if you get me out of here.’ But after the final day came, he stayed. He didn’t even bring up the subject of leaving. In fact, neither of them did.

Silence lingered in the warehouse for a few moments, before a soft sigh coming from Anti’s lips broke it.

“How did you know?” He asked, relaxing his tense posture. “Rather.. How did you find out.”

He saw Dark reach for his laptop, grabbing it and flipping it towards him. He seemed to be reading an outdated news article.

'Relentless killer escapes Irish facility. 30 casualties.’

Anti flinched as he read the title. Memories of the day bombarded his mind. Scenes that he repressed long ago came flooding back.

“The government was supposed to wipe out all evidence of that.” He said through gritted teeth. “Where did you find this?”

“I did some digging.” Dark closed the laptop’s screen, placing it to the side as he moved closer to his companion.

“It cannot be that simple. Especially with you.” His tone was.. confusing. It sounded as if he was defeated- vulnerable, even. There was even a bit of fear that leaked into his sentence. Was he afraid of this conversation? For how long?

“Of course it wasn’t that simple.” Dark moved closer so that he was sitting right next to him, his back leaning on the headboard. “Last night, when you killed.. what was her name?”

“Aubrey Dentrid.”

“Yeah, her. You got carried away and I heard a bit of an Irish accent while you were mocking her.. y'know, before you landed the final blow.”


He took a breath. “And, I got curious. So, I tried to find out more. I searched for any mass murders in Ireland in the past five years- and nothing. Well, nothing that fit your profile.”

He glanced over at his companion. Anti’s gaze was fixated on the floor beside the bed. His arms wrapped around him in a position similar to a straight jacket.

Dark sighed, but continued.

“But I remembered what you said when you first met me: 'I’ve been doing this for seven years. What you’ve done is nothing compared to me.’ So I searched again. 'Mass murders in Ireland in the past ten years’ instead. There was a few.”

Anti scoffed, “I bet there are.”

“And then I remember seeing the bar code at the back of your left ear. It has the initials, 'I.U.F’. So I dug around and found a single article by an underground online newspaper regarding the massacre in the Ireland Underground Facility.”

“Hey Greenie, I’m busting for a piss right now. Are you done?” Dark asked, banging the bathroom door with his fist.

“Yeah, just drying up. The door’s unlocked; Come in.”

Dark smiled. 'About fucking time,“ he thought.

He turned the door knob and pushed the wooden door open. The first thing he saw was his companion half naked with a towel wrapped tightly around his waist.

To most people, this is a sight you’d kill for- both metaphorically and literally. To even dream of getting so close to the mass murderer as to see his pale, well-built torso, you’d have to commit a decent amount of murders to earn the criminal’s trust.

Seeing as they’ve lived together for a few months now and shared one bathroom, Dark was used to this. Sure, he hasn’t seen Anti fully naked, but the point still stands.

Anti trusted Dark to a certain degree, and Dark trusted Anti completely.

Dark casually entered the small bathroom, already undoing his zipper as he walked over to the toilet.

As he began to do his business, he glanced over to his relatively recent partner in crime. He had his head buried in a towel, his hands aggressively rubbing the towel into his green hair.

Then Dark spotted something.

Usually, Anti swept his hair to the left, causing it to cover his ear. However, this was the first time he’s actually seen his left ear.

It was pointed just like his other ear, but a bit of it near the top was cut off, like something was torn out of the skin.

Anti turned slightly to his right to dry the ear, giving his companion an opportunity to see the back of it.

In what looked like faded ink read, 'I.U.F’ followed by a a series of thin and thick lines.

”..Barcode,“ he said aloud.

"Pardon?” His accomplice turned around, hands still ruffling the towel against his head.

“Oh nothing, just..”

“Getting too into yer- your own head again?”

“Yeah.. yeah.” The red-haired man was quick to focus back on what he was supposed to be doing.

They settled into a somewhat comfortable silence, only the faint noise of a ruffling towel and a flush of the toilet followed after.

“And here we are.”

“Here we are.”

An uncomfortable silence filled the air. Anti didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he looked content to just leave the conversation there.

The half-blind man cleared his throat. “So?”

“So what?”

“Are you?”

Dark tried to look his companion straight in the eye, but all the green-haired criminal would have non of that; Anti looked away.

He’d never seen him like this. Anti was usually the overly-confident, cocky, intelligent, precise killer who always knew what to say.

But now, he just looks like a scared boy.

Dark saw his companion take a deep breath in, his hands firmly placed on his knees. Anti’s face fell stoic. Like, the kind of face you’d see on a soldier after a battle. The expression of 'Ive been through some shit’ glazed over his entire facade. He sat up straight, hands tightly clasping his knees.

“…Greenie?” Dark asked, cautiously. A little spark of fear ignited at the back of his head. Had he gone too far? Did he strike something that should have been left to rot? Would Anti kill him right there and then? Despite Dark having the bigger build, Anti was quicker, more precise. Oh god he really messed up-

“Ah sher jaysus, ya fookin got me! That’s mah-ty fierce, laddie!” Anti’s usually serious and annoyed facade faded into this goofy, fucking hilarious side that Dark has never dreamed of seeing. The lips, that he was so used to seeing either with a sickly menacing grin or no expression at all, were curved up to his cheeks, forming the goofiest grin he’d ever laid eyes on.

“Ya look like yer about to get a baytin! Alright there, lad?” His Irish accent was exaggeratedly thick, his hands swung back and forth like those stereotypical leprechauns you see on tv.

The shift was so sudden and out of no where Dark was at a loss for words. All he could manage to do was leave is mouth gaping with a pointer finger up as if asking a question.

Anti chuckled softly, “Come on, Dark. I’m trying to be funny,” Anti said, a smile etched on his lips. He still had an Irish accent but it seemed more relaxed and.. casual? He would never associate the words 'Anti’ and 'casual’ ever before. But now.. It seemed right. Like the wall he was trying to see pass for months finally crumbled away.

“Dark?” Dear god the way his voice curved over the 'ar’. It felt so.. natural to hear.

“Hey, are you okay? Is this too much?” Anti, for the first time in so long, sounded scared.. insecure, even. “Come on man, I’m feelin’ a bit vulnerable right now-”

“Holy fucking shit.”


“Holy fucking shit!”

“Did I.. do something wrong?”

“Holy! Fucking! Shit!”

“Jesus, okay. Let’s just forget that this ever happened and go back to what I was before-”

Dark suddenly lunged towards Anti, their faces inches away from each other.

“Don’t you dare even think about putting up that wall ever again.”

“W-wall? What are you-”

“You actually sounded comfortable with me for once!” A genuine smile grew on the the red-haired criminal’s face. “If this is the real you, then jesus christ I do not want you going back to the stuck up, constantly frustrated bossy asshole facade you put up.”

“..You knew it was a facade?”

Dark sighed. “I spent years in a mental asylum, Greenie. I’m pretty good at figuring out if people are lying about themselves.”


“Oh indeed.”

Silence lingered over the two of them for. It wasn’t tension or comfortable. It was more or less because neither of the two knew what to say next.

The silence was broken by a slight chuckle from Dark’s lips.

“What so funny?” Anti asked, still talking in his native accent.

“I think that’s the first time you ever sounded human.”


'He said 'human’.’

'He called you, the labrat, 'human’.’

“Anti, you alright- oof, okay.” Before Dark knew it, Anti- the cold-hearted killer, mass murderer of thousands, the anonymous hired gun- was hugging him. He was taken aback.


“You don’t know how much that means to me.” His voice was quiet and genuine.

“O-Oh. Okay, uh.. Your welcome?” He awkwardly hugged back.

The two just stayed there for a few moments, embracing each other as if the other was the only anchor each of them had to reality.

They have hugged before, like the time Dark had to shield Anti from shrapnel, or the time Anti held him as they both fell from a crashing helicopter into the sea, but this time.. It was like they haven’t met before. This was not a red-haired, half-blind, mental asylum escapee, man-for-hire holding a green-haired, serial killer, mass-murderer, lab-experiment-gone-wrong. This was a concerned, caring man accepting his insecure, vulnerable friend.

When they finally released the other, Dark saw something that he swore will never forget.

Anti was crying.

“Oh my god, Greenie. Are you-”

“Yeah yeah. I am.” He laughed, but it came out as a choke. “God, I must look disgusting,” he said, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.

“No no, you look fine.” He said in an attempt to reassure him. “But I have to ask.. Why are you crying?”

A million responses filled Anti’s head. He could say it was because he finally trusts Dark, or because he’s was so sick of keeping up a wall of false identity up, or that he finally felt free. Maybe it was he felt so vulnerable to the point of tears or because someone knows his past. Maybe it was because a giant burden was finally lifted. Maybe it was because he realized that Dark accepted him.

Anti smiled and looked him straight in the eye.

“I feel human.”

Sleepover Convo #16

Pete: ryan come quick

Ryan: oh god what

Pete: brendons having another tantrum

Ryan: oh no

Brendon: *incoherent whale noises, is in a little ball on couch*

Melanie: bren its ok shhh


Tyler: hey are we talking about kitchen sink or

Josh: later


Ryan: yikers pete

Ryan: whats caused this

Pete: someone forgot to close the goddamn door

Ryan: oH NO





Angst Starters! Send me one of these to see how my Muse reacts.
  • “I need you.”
  • “Stay close to me.”
  • “Don’t leave me!”
  • “Please stay with me…”
  • “Hold me..”
  • “Leave me alone!”
  • “Let me go!”
  • “I-I surrender!..”
  • “I’m so sorry..”
  • “Stop following me!”
  • “I’m scared.”
  • “I don’t want to do this!”
  • “I wont hesitate.”
  • “Keep it away!”
  • “Don’t point that thing at me!”
  • “Please, put the gun down.”
  • “Put. The knife. Away.”
  • “We can settle this, please.”
  • “Talk to me.”
  • “Stay with me, okay?”
  • “Stay awake!”
  • “No one needs you.”
  • “No one wants you.”
  • “You’re so useless!”
  • “I hate you!”
  • “But i loved you..”
  • “I’ll kill you!!”
  • “Pl-Please, i don’t wanna die!”
  • “Please believe me!”
  • “How could you?!”
  • “I trusted you!”
  • “Please, kill me, please..”
  • “Leave.”
  • “I said i was sorry.”
Argument Part 2

Thankfully Harry didn’t follow me. I don’t think I could handle any more fighting, or even looking at him.

So many thoughts were spinning around in my head. Hell we’d been together a year and a half, never in a million years would I think he’d ever lay a hand on me. Well a hand that would hurt me.

I set my pillow and blanket on the couch. Our couch was comfortable but it wasn’t very big. We didn’t care about size when ordering it because we never thought either of us would be sleeping on it. I guess times change.

Shit I forgot to grab something to sleep in. Usually I sleep in one of Harry’s t shirts and underwear. Thankfully I decided to wear just a t shirt and jeans to the store. I slowly take off my jeans and fold them over the chair. My whole body just felt numb, but at least the crying stopped mostly except for a few tears here and there.

In my t shirt I make my way to the bathroom and shut the door locking it.

I’m scared to look into the mirror. 1) I’m going to look like a mess and 2) I’m 99.9% sure there is going to be a hand mark on my face.

I place my hands on the counter top in front of the mirror and take a deep breath.

Slowly I look up and and gasp. Yes I look terrible. My mascara is everywhere and my eyes are blood shot. But the main thing that made me gasp was the big red hand mark across my cheek. I leaned in closer to the mirror to get a better look. You could definitely make out a hand print and you could tell where his rings were because they were slightly darker than the rest of the mark.

I couldn’t help it broke down again. Slowly I slid down in front of the counter onto the floor. I don’t think I could have cried any harder, I was sobbing.

After a little while there’s a light knocking at the door. I know who it is, but I can’t face him so I don’t say anything.

“Baby girl can you please open the door for me?” he says with a cracking, quiet voice.

He’s been crying, a lot. As much as it hurt me to hear him like this I’m not sure if I’m ready to face him.

I didn’t reply. It was silent for a few minutes so I thought he left but then I heard his voice again.

“Y/N I know you probably wont forgive me and I don’t blame you at all but I need to see you and make sure your o-” he says voice cracking even more.

I get up off the floor and quickly open up the door, I can’t stand hearing like this anymore. His eyes were more blood shot than mine and his hair was sticking up in every direction due to him constantly running his fingers through it due to stress and worry.

Some how my heart breaks even more seeing him and I didn’t think that was possible.

His eyes go wide when he realized I opened the door. Then his eyes dart to my left cheek where he had hit me. He takes a step forward and starts to cry even harder. Suddenly he drops to his knees, leans his forehead on my stomach, and wraps his arms around my upper thighs.

Through sobs he says “Oh baby I’m so sorry, I’m such an idiot I don’t deserve you, I’m a shitty ass boyfriend, I deser-”

I start running my fingers through his hair with hand.

“Harry, Harry look at me baby.” I say unwrapping his arms from around me and sliding down to my knees.

I put my hands on either side of his face and run my thumbs under his eyes to wipe away his tears.

“Don’t ever say your a shitty boyfriend, because you aren’t, you just did a real shitty thing.”

“But baby I hit you so hard and I’m an arse! I’ve just had so much build up stress and I just let it out on you. I promise I wont ever lay a hand on you unless it’s to love you.”

Harry takes my face in his hands and slowly brings his lips to the left cheek. Suddenly I feel kisses where the hand mark. I flinch a little because it still kind of stings. Harry pulls back and looks me in the eyes. I give him a little nod and get slowly goes back in. He kisses all over my left check then to my forehead, then my nose, then my whole face. He took time with every kiss and I knew he was truly sorry.

“Harry, I forgive you, just please talk to me next time. If your ever stressed, let me know  so I can try and figure out how to de-stress you. But I can’t do this again, I won’t do this again.” I say pulling away from his kisses.

“Oh thank you kitten I swear you wont regret this, and this will never happen again I swear.” He says with a relieved tone, then I pull him into a deep kiss.

“Now can we head to the bedroom to I can love you some more and show you how much you mean to me?” Harry says with a light smirk.

Of course I said yes and we headed to our bedroom.


Here’s part 2!! If anyone wants me to write about something specific just let me know! Also this story is just and idea I had, I do not support any type of domestic violence!!

I'm sorry / gd

{ Requested by @cave2687 }

Can I have a Grayson imagine where he bails on a date with you to go clubbing with Ethan and you’re bored as hell so you call a friend over and she takes you to the same club without you knowing but you avoid gray bc you’re mad at him and guys hit on you and he gets jealous?? Thanks!!!! Also could you tag me in it please :)

Warnings: Jealousy, swearing, fighting

Originally posted by graysonthealpha

I was IN my bathroom, swaying my hips to ‘That’s what i like’ by Bruno mars as i finished the last touches of my makeup. I was getting ready for my date tonight with Grayson. We were going to a movie and dinner, but i decided i would wear graysons favorite dress of mine. It was a red spaghetti strap body con dress that he loved to see me wear but would also love to see it n the floor, which may or may not be my intentions. You see, grayson and i haven’t been out on a date in a while, hes been so busy with Ethan and working on stuff for his YouTube channel. That means we haven’t seen or done anything in a while, so I’m hoping tonight we can go back to normal.

I slipped on the dress and my black stilettos, then walked to the mirror. My dark brown hair perfectly curled, the silver necklace grayson gave me laid perfectly on my chest and my red lipstick perfectly matched my dress.

I grabbed my purse and took out my phone to call my boyfriend.

“Hey baby are you almost here?” I asked into the phone.

“Oh shit sorry babe, E and I are going out tonight i forgot to call you earlier.” He said. A lump formed in my throat due to the tears threatening to fall. I shook my head, turning my sadness into anger.

“Oh. Have fun.” I said trying not to sound mad.

“I’m sorry babe, can we reschedule for tomorrow?” He asked.

“whatever.” I said, taking off my shoes.

“You’re mad.” He said with a sigh.

“Go have fun with Ethan, Ill be fine.” I said, sitting down on my couch.

“I love you, Ill call you when i get home.” he said, with a hint of hope in his voice. I shook my head.

“bye gray.” I said before quickly hanging up the phone, not giving him a chance to say anything else. I sighed and set my head in my hands. I ran my fingers through my hair trying not to be stressed. I decided to not waist my perfectly good makeup and text my best friend.

‘Grayson bailed on our date to hang out with Ethan. Seeing as im already dressed want to go out?’ I texted.

‘What are you wearing?’ She texted back, I sent her a picture and she immediately texted back.

‘Clubbing it is, ill be there soon, xo’ She texted making me smile.

-20 minutes later-

Y/F/N and I walked up to the doors of the club and walked in, the stench of alcohol and sweaty bodies hitting us immediately. She grabbed my hand pulling me to the dance floor. We danced with each other jokingly until her face fell and i turned to the direction where she was looking. Grayson and Ethan were sitting at a table, drinks in hand, laughing their asses off while talking to a few people and some happened to be girls wearing very revealing outfits. I looked back at her angrily.

“Hey, you know what? Ignore him, you’re his loss, not the other way around” She said. I smiled agreeing with her. She smacked my ass and we walked to the bar to grab drinks. I was trying to figure out what to drink when a semi-attractive guy walked up to me. This guy was nothing compared to Grayson, but Grayson pissed me off so this guy was starting to seem extremely attractive at the moment. He and i got to talking ad he offered to buy me a drink, I looked over at grayson who hasnt noticed i was there yet. I shrugged.

“Why not.” I said smiling. He turned to the bartender to order me a drink, but i stopped paying attention when i saw one of the the girls by grayson move over to him and put her hand on his shoulder while he talked ot her. I was tempted to go over there but didnt when he moved her ar off of him and turned his attention to the bar, noticing me finally. His face light up when he saw me, but mine remained the same with the angered bitch face plastered on it. The guy turned back to me with the drinks in his hands. I smiled at him, taking mine out ofhis hand. I pretended to drink the drink, because seriously I am not taking a drink from a stranger. I smiled at him and licked my lip, setting the drink down. The guy grabbed my hand  and held it as he talked to me.

Soon I was pushed away from the guy and i felt a air of lips on mine. These lips i could recognize anywhere, Grayson. I pushed him off me angrily.

“What the hell grayson?” I asked.

“You really think im going to let you talk to a guy without letting him know youre mine?” He asked.

“Am i really yours? Because you fucking bailed on me to hang out with Ethan when you’ve been with him this whole time and not with me, Your girlfriend!” i yelled.

“Woe you have a boyfriend?” The guy asked.

“Yea, so back the fuck up.” Grayson said getting in the guys face. I groaned and pulled grayson outside, not wanting to yell over the music.

“What the hell grayson? Were you seriously going to fight some guy for being nice to me?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Yea, i was. Because i wont let some guy step in my place.” He said angrily.

“Your place? You obviously seemed happier back at your table.” I said.

“Lets not do this here, Lets go back to your place and talk about this.” He said, grabbing my hand trying to walk me to his car. I pulled my hand from his grip.

“No, I’m not going to ruin your plans with Ethan and whoever those little sluts are over there. Just go.” I said.

“Are you seriously acting like this right now?” He asked.

“Yes i am, because i spent 4 hours getting ready to be with you tonight since i haven’t seen you in weeks. I fucking missed you grayson! But instead you blow me off.” I said.

“Four hours?” He asked confused.

“Yes grayson, four hours. Because i wanted this night to be perfect. I wanted to be back in your arms and finally be happy again. But you ruined it.” I said, tears forming in my eye. I turned around to walk away. I felt grayson grab my arm lightly, turning me around. I looked back into his eyes, his face showing nothing but hurt, sorrow and regret. He pulled me to him, resting his forehead on mine.

“im so sorry Y/N, I love you so much. I didn’t know how much tonight meant to you.” He whispered as i felt a single tear hit my cheek. Grayson lifted a hand to wipe it away and let his hand on my cheek as he pulled me in for a long kiss.

“I love you too, Grayson.” I said just above a whisper. His thumb my cheek as he looked in my eyes.

“Lets get out of here, we can spend the rest of the night together.” He said.

“What about Ethan and Y/F/N?” I asked.

“They have each other.” he said making me laugh. I pulled him in for a long kiss before following him to his car and going back to my apartment.


Days with bae pt.1

1. When you surprise him by coming to see him perform in a different country.

2. Always taking care of some business on his phone but tries not to when he is with you.

3. When he takes the lead for your date. He always takes you to cool places.

4. When you make him listen to cute romantic songs that remind you of him.

5. The kind of snapchats he sends you when he is away.

6. Late night food shopping, late night car rides and unplanned late night cinema or arcade dates.

7. When he takes you out to studio sessions and to show you off to his squad.

8. “are you serious right now babe? you are angry to me because I ate a slice of your pizza? you still have 3 more but its cool, i will buy another one. This time i wont eat because somebody will start crying again, so lets go back to the pizza store”

9. “stop taking pictures of me babe, i am trying to sleep”

10. Him copying what you do to your face to get you annoyed. 

11. “Baby listen, its you that i will always want, not her. I should have listened to you when you told me that she like me more than a friend even though she knows I have you. so lets go and talk to her about the situation tomorrow but right now, lets enjoy the rest of our date babe. what ride should we go on next? Oh babe, by the way, I love you and only you

12. Lazy days and cosy nights together . 

13. Attending parties but only to end up not talking to people because you are both in awe with how good each other looked. You both just staring at each other and slow dancing with each other throughout the party. 😻😻

All pictures are by DEAN (on his insta) except for the snapchat. It is made by me! 💕

(the couple in number 6 is not him idk the ppl)

PastelPastry 🍰

ice cream

You laid in your bed, so frustrated, almost on the brink of tears. You didn’t want to cry, it only made you feel like a big baby. Instead you turned the volume of your phone up, music blaring, closing your eyes. It was only a week ago that you had been broken up with, and now your ex was out their flaunting themselves to someone new. Someone who wasn’t you. Seeing them together tore your heart out. At least give me some time to get over you, you thought, tears threatening to spill out.

Your phone buzzed. 

Great, you thought, just what I needed. Why didn’t I put it on “do not disturb”

Before turning the notifications off, you looked to see who had texted you. 

Jaehyun: do u wanna go out? im bored and i miss you

You debated as to whether you should respond or not. Thinking it would be rude to not reply to your best friend, you decided you might as well just politely turn him down. 

y/n: not really feeling up to it rn, sorry. some other time? 

He replied almost immediately. 

Jaehyun: is everything okay? 

y/n: can we talk later pls?

Jaehyun: yeah sure. 

You laid back in bed, hoping to finally get some peace. 

“Y/N LET ME IN!” There was a banging at the door, with a familiar voice hollering at you. 

You had drifted into a sadness induced sleep. You were startled by the voice and nearly had a heart attack in your sleep. Jesus Christ, Jaehyun

You walked to the front door, stumbling, still half asleep. You opened the door to see a tall, blond, smiling at you, his dimples exposed. He practically barged in, bringing a brown bag in with him. You followed him into the kitchen where he pulled out two bowls from the cupboards. Out of the brown bag he pulled a tub of ice cream and quickly scooped some into the two bowls. You silently watched him. 

“I said we could talk later.” You finally spoke up, arms crossed. 

His back was to your face, “I know you y/n, you’re upset about something,” he said turning to face to you, “You needed someone.” He handed you a bowl and placed his arm over your shoulders, warmth exuding from his body as he brought you closer. “Talk to me.”

You sat on the couch, a full mess as you recounted what had happened and how it had made you feel. Jaehyun sat there just listening and holding you as you let it out. 

You finally looked back at him, expecting some response. 

“y/n, I’m sorry. It hurts right now, but it’ll pass. The only thing you can do is look forward to the day where you wont miss them anymore.” There was a sadness in his eyes, it hurt him to see you so upset about this. All he wanted was for you to feel happy and know that he would always be there to make you laugh and make you happy. 

You smiled at him, happy that he was there for you. 

“Oh, by the way you have some ice cream on your face.”

A light pink hue arose in your cheeks, you knew you had been a mess, but you didn’t think that you were that much of a wreck. 

“Don’t worry I got it.” He took his thumb, and brought it to your face, placing it on the corner of your lip, and rubbing whatever ice scream was on your face. As he rubbed it off, a strange feeling arose within you. It warmed you up and suddenly you smiled. 

“What?” Jaehyun half laughed.

“Nothing,”  you smiled, shaking your head. You rested your head on him, taking his hand in yours, playing with his fingers, as he rested his head on yours, both of you drifting off into sleep.

A/N: RIPPPP i didn’t know how to end this also im sorry this took so long i suck and this sucks im gtg